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Setting the scene:

This particular story was prompted by my first ever story, "CAUGHT." I've only ever been caught cross dressed and in bondage once before (so far) and I vow that it will never happen again (I hope). This doesn't stop me fantasying about the passivity of being caught by my rather attractive and single next door neighbour.

Anyway, hope you enjoy my latest tale, written during august 2010.

Saturday 1st August 2010:

I'd been away on business all week and returned home on Friday night, instead of Sunday when I'd planned (1st mistake). The cleaners had been during the week so my house was spotless from top to bottom and so I'd a free weekend to do what I wanted, dressed as I wanted and as you've guessed it, that means cross dressed! After lying in until 10 (ish), I got up, showered but instead of fetching something from my own wardrobe, I headed to the spare room to fetch something from Debbie's wardrobe. My name is David but when dressed as a girl, I think to think of myself as Debbie. I should point out that I'm a straight guy and have never had a gay thought run through my head but here in my private world, Debbie was about to appear for an entire Saturday.

My collection of female clothing had grown over the years. The internet and epically eBay had made my cross dressing so much easier and the array of skirts, dresses, jersey's, wigs, tights and underwear had grown to take up all the hanging and drawer space in my spare bedroom, Debbie's room. It was early August and quite warm outside; well as warm as it gets in central Scotland. Today I pulled on my favourite tight body-forming pants (black) that squeezed my stomach and a gel filled padded bra (also black).  I then pulled on a pair of 90D black opaque tights, followed by short sleeved floral patterned satin dress. After slipping into a pair of low heeled black pumps, I pulled on a long auburn wig that cascaded down just below my shoulders. I certainly was no looker but that wasn't the idea as cross dressing was about how I felt in woman's cloths and no one else. At one point during the morning, I also added a long black silk scarf to my Saturday outfit, tying into a thin band, before wrapping the very long material twice around my neck and tying the tight knot at the back, allowing around four feet of satin to fall behind me. I felt great and very horny but as the morning turned into afternoon, I caught up with TV from the prior week on Sky+ and even made myself a light lunch. At around two-thirty I couldn't wait any longer so it was time to get into some bondage.

I headed back upstairs to my bedroom to open the large storage box of bondage toys at the foot on my king sized bed. I planned to continue watching TV this afternoon so my idea was only some light bondage and therefore I picked out my prison set, consisting of a pair of handcuffs, attached to a pair of leg-irons via a long chain. Movement was fairly easy in this set but once my wrists were handcuffed behind my back, there was no way to remove the gag that I was about put on. Before chaining myself, I picked out a small black silk square scarf and stuffed it into my own mouth. I then peeled off three generous strips of silver duck tape and sealed my mouth well and truly closed! I don't know about you reading this tale but I hate the untidy way duck tape looks so I pealed the long black satin scarf from my neck, let out the tight folds and wrapped the soft material twice around my lower face, still allowing ample material to fall behind my back. I should also say that I removed the wig before tying the scarf gag and that meant no material got stuck in my hair. Once the wig was back in place, I locked my ankles into the leg-irons, followed by my wrists in the attached handcuffs (behind my back). A little slower than I came up, I headed back downstairs and to finish watching TV from the week I'd spent away (2nd mistake now complete).

I was only half way through an episode of "Top Gear," when I heard the front door being unlocked and opened. My third and final mistake was to leave the chain off the door, since I'd opened it earlier to pickup milk, left overnight by the milkman. I then remembered (my first mistake). Ellen my next door neighbour always checked on my house when I was away on business and I'd forgotten to tell her that I'd changed my plans and came home on Friday night. Surely she would have seen my car in the driveway and therefore know that I'd come home early. I sat still, frozen in fear as I was about to be caught for the second time in my life. There was nothing I could do! I couldn't get up and switch off the television because the noise from Top Gear was unmistakable:

"Hello Dave, are you home," I could hear Ellen calling.

Again, I couldn't respond due to the gag but I was still frozen, petrified as Ellen was about to see me in one of my weekend outfits, not to forget my bondage:

"What have we here," laughed Ellen as she walked straight into my living room? "Finally I've you Dave, something I'd hoped to do for years."

I should also explain that I live on a corner and Ellen's house is sideways to mine and while I hadn't expected her to be able to see me when cross dressed, I'd misunderstood her view of the back of my house:

"Dave," Ellen continued, standing right in front of me. "I've seen you around your house wearing girl's cloths for over a year now and seeing you this morning, I knew today was the day to confront you, especially when I saw you upstairs, adding a little bondage to your outfit."

I was shaking and trying to get words out behind the gag but no audible sound was possible with the thick silk padding I'd stuffed in my mouth.

"Relax David, I'm not going to hurt you," reassured Ellen as she sat down on the couch beside me and rubbed her hand on my Lycra covered leg: "Umm, I do like what you're wearing David!"

Ellen then got up and headed upstairs. Soon she was back with the keys to my freedom in her right hand:

"Want these," teased Ellen?

I nodded my head and with a mumph, I was trying to say, 'yes please!'

"Too bad," replied Ellen. "Dave, stand up so I can get a good look at you?"

As requested, I stood up and showed Ellen the extent of my bondage and outfit.

"I really do like that dress David but especially the black tights," Ellen continued. "I bet they make your legs feel great?"

Again all I could do was nod my head in agreement.

"You really do have an excellent wardrobe David, not to mention a fantastic array of toys so let's go upstairs and I can add my own touch to your misery," laughed Ellen?

I followed Ellen upstairs as fast as my chains would allow me. I was met in the master bedroom by Ellen holding a pair of handcuffs. I was instructed to go and sit on the bed and get myself as close to the steel head-rail as possible, which enabled Ellen to lock one of the cuffs to the steel rail and the other around the chain between my handcuffs. I had to pull up my knees because my ankles were still locked in the leg-irons and the chain between my wrists and ankles didn't allow me to stretch out my Lycra clad legs. Ellen then sat on the bed beside me:

"Are you scared Dave," she quizzed?

I nodded my head.

"Oh please Dave, don't be scared," Ellen tried to reassure me as she rubbed her hands along my Lycra covered legs. "Umm those feel nice and see you're little man is getting excited!"

Ellen was referring to my cock, which was by now trying to break free from the very tight pants that kept him secure for now.

"Do you like what I'm doing Dave." Teased Ellen continuing to rub my Lycra clad legs?

Again I nodded.

"That's great Dave," Ellen continued. "I'm going to head home for a while as I've got some friends coming around tonight but I promise, I will be back later."

I shook my head and mumphed into my gag as loudly as I could but Ellen just smiled picking out a silk hood from my toy box:

"You sure do like satin's and silk's Dave," remarked Ellen as she pulled the black silk over my head, tightening the draw string around my neck. "See you later!"

With that I heard Ellen heading downstairs and out of the house.

Here I was for the second time in twelve years, handcuffed to my bed with no escape until someone else released me and in this occasion it was my next door neighbour (Ellen) and not my first wife (Karen). Maybe this is a good time to bring you up to speed on Ellen. She is a single girl in her late forties, a little out of shape but still quite pretty with medium length blonde hair, which I knew wasn't natural. Ellen had been single since her husband Sean left her just over a year ago for a younger girl. At the time Ellen was divested and had turned to partying and drinking far too much wine, which quite frankly put me off her. She was also a little unsure of herself, always fishing for complements when we did spend time together for the odd meal and even a drink now and then. Anyway, back to now and my current situation: chained to my bed, dressed as a girl, gagged and hooded. I had fantasised many times about being a damsel in distress and therefore I'd masturbated many times to the thought of my last experience, twelve years ago. Here I was again, in a similar position and with absolutely no idea when Ellen would come back to free me. It was during this enforced bondage session that I began to understand what it was like to be gagged for a prolonged period and to wear the black silk hood, which was now sticking to my face with sweat. I tried in vain to ease my frustration but forced to sit because of my arms pinned behind my back and attached the frame of my bed, I just couldn't gain any release from the built up frustration. I'd therefore no idea how long I waited in this position when I heard Ellen's footsteps come up the stairs:

"Ah you're stil there Dave," Ellen teased as I felt her sit down on the bed beside me.

As I mumphed into my gag, Ellen loosened the drawstring around my neck and pulled the sticky hot silk hood from my head. Sitting in front of me was an Ellen I'd never seen before! She was dressed to impress in a black mini dress, black tights (or maybe stockings) and fantastic knee high fuck-me boots:

"Do you like what you see Dave," teased Ellen as she rubbed her hands along my Lycra clad legs once again?

I nodded in response and mumphed into my gag, trying to get Ellen to finally remove it.

"If I remove your gag will you be a good boy Dave," asked Ellen?

I nodded again

"Okay," replied Ellen, loosening the long black scarf that had been wrapped around my lower face for the past couple of hours. "If you shout at me or be generally rood to me, I promise this gag goes back on and I'll leave you here for the night, do you understand?"

I nodded again, trying to mumph a yes response to Ellen.

"Good boy," laughed Ellen as she slowly and may I add, painfully; pulled the sticky duck tape from my mouth.

As soon as the sticky tape was finally pulled away, I tried to force the silk wad that had packed my mouth since mid afternoon.

"Yuck," screamed Ellen as she helped my remove the silk scarf that was now soaked in saliva!

"Thank you Ellen," I praised, finally opening a two-way conversation for the first time today. "Can you please unlock me from the bed, I badly need to take leak?"

Ellen just smiled at me:

"If I release you from the cuffs to go and relieve yourself, will you allow me to handcuff you again after," asked Ellen?

"Why do you want to keep me handcuffed," I questioned in response?

"Because I like it Dave," replied Ellen. "It also puts me in charge and ensures you stay dressed the way you are."

"Do you really like what I'm wearing Ellen," I started to question my next door neighbour a little more?

"I tried to get Sean to dressed up once but he hated the idea and thought I was weird for asking so yes Dave, I'm as horny as hell looking at you in that dress and those tights," replied Ellen.

I agreed to let Ellen handcuff me again after a quick toilet break so after some fiddling with the key, Ellen finally released me from the bed:

"Ellen, if you let me out of these chains, you could simply cuff me and at least my legs would be free," I tried my luck?

"Okay Dave but you made a promise to me," replied Ellen as she started to unlock my handcuffs, allowing me to take the keys and release my own ankles before going off to the ensuite.

Boy did I need that piss badly and as I returned to Ellen, who was still sitting on my bed. She was holding the pair of standard S&W cuffs that had recently attached me to the bed so I held out my hands to allow Ellen to re-cuff them:

"No silly," Ellen laughed. "Please turn around as I want to cuff you properly?

As I turned around and placed my hands behind my back, Ellen stood up and took hold of my left wrist first:

"I've always wanted to do this Dave," explained Ellen. "You are under arrest and you have the right to remain silent. In fact I also have the right gag you," she continued locking both wrists behind my back, clearly enjoying the experience.

"Have you never used handcuffs before Ellen," I quizzed?

Ellen then sat back down on the bed and as I followed, she began to tell me a little bit more about her secrets and attempts to get Sean her ex to partake in some bondage but he simply wasn't interested:

"I once bought a larger sized French Maids outfit in the hope that Sean would try something new," Ellen continued. "When I finally got him into it, I then offered him a pair of white stockings but he refused to put them on. I did manage to tie his hands to the head board using a silk scarf but that was the first and last time we tried that game."

"That's terrible," I sympathetically tried to comfort Ellen, which was a tad difficult with my hands cuffed behind my back.

I then started to tell Ellen about my last marriage and how Karen found me one evening in bondage and dressed as a girl. I told her that I vowed it was the last time I'd ever get caught and we both laughed so hard:

"Would you like to be handcuffed Ellen," I asked, trying to understand her limits?

Ellen just looked at me for a minute:

"I don't know David," she responded. "I'd certainly like to try them!"

"Well if you unlock mine, I'll put you into these cuffs," I again tried my luck to get out of this situation.

"I don't know David, maybe another time," replied a cautious Ellen.

"You could leave me handcuffed and try another pair from the box Ellen," I continued trying.

Ellen then picked a pair of hinged cuffs out of my toy box and studied them carefully. She then took the first one and started locking it around her left wrist.

"Ellen, if you unlock that one and turn it around, you'll be a lot more comfortable," I suggested, trying to get the novice Ellen to lock the cuff on with the keyhole pointing up.

Ellen just smiled and thanked me as she used the key to unlock the cuff. With some difficultly, she managed to lock both her hands behind her back.

"Umm I'm not sure if I like this Dave," explained Ellen.

"Well you're stuck now," I laughed.

"Not really Dave," replied Ellen. "I've still got the keys!"

"Okay," I laughed at Ellen who was never going to unlock the cuffs herself. "You try to get out of those cuffs!"

I then was rewarded with ten minutes of Ellen rolling around my bed, trying to get the key into the hole with no chance of ever achieving it.

"I tricked you Ellen," I owned up.

She just stared back at:

"What do you mean you tricked me," asked Ellen?

"When you put those cuffs on, you made a big mistake," I explained. "If you get the keyhole pointing towards your arms, then there is no way for you to reach the keyhole."

"You're a bastard," yelled Ellen. "So what do we do now?"

I just flopped down on the bed beside Ellen and smile into her big blue eyes:

"Well you can let me out and I can release you Ellen or we can lie here and enjoy each other's company but whatever you decided, you're not getting out of those cuffs without my help," I laughed.

"Oh well Dave," whispered Ellen, holding on the handcuffs keys in a key ring behind her back. "I guess we're at a stalemate because I'm not giving you these keys."

I smiled at Ellen, knowing that I had access to other handcuff keys but there was no way I'd be telling her where I kept them! It was then the doorbell rang:

"Ah that will be Cathy," explained Ellen as she scrambled to get up from the bed. "I told her that I'd be here if I wasn't home when she called. At Least she'll let me out of the cuffs.

Ellen headed downstairs as quickly as she could. I decided not to follow because of my current state of dress but I could hear Ellen asking Cathy to let herself in:

"What's happened to you Ellen," laughed Cathy as the front door shut behind her.

"David tricked me into handcuffs that I can't get out of myself," responded Ellen. "Cathy, here is the key, please let me out?"

I could hear Cathy thanking Ellen for the keys but then I heard Cathy laughing, telling Ellen to lead her to me. There was some arguing going on but then I heard Cathy telling Ellen she'd find me herself. It was then I'd realised that I'd in fact been caught for the second time today:

"Hi you must be Dave," introduced Cathy, holding out her hand to shake mine.

"Hi Cathy," I responded. "I'd like to shake your hand but I'm a little tied up right now!"

Cathy, a rather attractive brunette in her early forties, wearing a short sleeved floral fabric dress over thick black leggings or tights, just laughed at my reply:

"Ellen did say that I'd like you Dave and your sense of humour," Cathy continued to laugh.

By now Ellen had arrived back in the bedroom.

"Come on Cathy, let me out of these cuffs, pleaded Ellen.

"No Cathy," I interjected. "Ellen wanted to know what it was like to be handcuffed and she put herself into those cuffs so I'm just trying to give her a realistic experience."

Cathy just looked at Ellen:

"Is this true," she asked Ellen in a quiet voice?

Ellen just nodded in response.

"Well if that's the case Ellen, maybe you should experience some additional bondage accessories," announced Cathy, picking up the long black silk scarf and black silk hood.

"No, please no," pleaded Ellen as Cathy grabbed poor Ellen and turning her around to wrap the long silk scarf around her face, pulling the material inside her mouth. Before tying it behind Ellen's head (rather tightly I might add).

Next Cathy sat Ellen down on my bed and pulled the black silk hood over her head, tightening the drawstring around her neck:

"That should keep her out of trouble," announced Cathy!

"So what about me Cathy," I asked?

"You do look sweet in that dress Dave and I've always wanted a guy to dress up as a girl and serve me," laughed Cathy!

"I'll not be able to serve you Cathy with my hands cuffed behind," I tried my luck on this stranger.

"Who said you'll need your hands Dave," teased Cathy who was now pulling me to my feet. "Come on and show me your girlie wardrobe?"

I directed Cathy into the spare room, Derbies room and showed her my collection, which really did impress Cathy.

"You do have a fine collection David, but what's this," asked Cathy, pulling out a mass of black material from the back of the wardrobe?

"It's a Burka," I replied. "In fact, it is a very, very expensive black Burka from Afghanistan," I continued.

"Umm, I've always wanted to try one of these," coo'd Cathy as she started to lift the heavy material over her head. "It is very heavy Dave!"

"I know it is Cathy," I continued. "Can you imagine what it would be like to have to wear one in 30 degree temperatures?"

By now Cathy was smoothing out the mass of material and fixing the frill so that she could see out of the Burka.

"I can't understand how Muslim girls find these liberating Dave," Cathy started to question as she paced around Debbi's bedroom, looking at her shrouded figure in the mirror?

"I think if you read their accounts of being forced into the Burka," I started to explain, "At first you will find the Burka quite stifling but after a while you would get used to it and wear what you like under it so no man can then wolf whistle at your big boots and skimpy dress!"

I obviously couldn't see Cathy Smiling but I could hear her laugh from behind the all encompassing mass of heavy black material.

"You're a really kinky bastard Dave," teased Cathy from behind the Burka. "I think I'll wear it for a while but we better get back and check on Ellen."

We headed back to the master bedroom to see Ellen lying on her side, still handcuffed, hooded and I assume: gagged. Cathy raised her finger to her masked face to suggest silence as she sat down on the bed and approached Ellen.  Taking her right hand out from below the Burka, Cathy started to rub Ellen's Lycra clad legs. Ellen started to moan into her gag as Cathy moved her hand further up Ellen's leg and under the hem of her black mini dress. I was now standing in front of two girls; one bound, hooded and gagged and the other wearing an all encompassing Burka; making out. As Ellen moaned louder, I eased myself onto the bed and lay down beside Ellen. Using my mouth (remember my hands were still cuffed behind my back), I started to bite through her back dress and into her nipples. Cathy soon saw what I was up to so using her hands directed me to stop for a second while she pulled Ellen's dress off her body and unclipped her black bra. As Cathy went to town, pulling down Ellen's tights and pants, I went back to work on Ellen's nipples, sucking on her tits and biting her nipples. Ellen was clearly getting very excited as Cathy and I went to town on my bound next door neighbour. It wasn't that long until Ellen was pumping out an orgasm that pulsed through her entire body:

"Did you enjoy that Ellen," asked Cathy?

Ellen nodded her head violently in acknowledgments of her pleasure so Cathy reached down to remove the silk hood, followed by Ellen's gag.

"I want to be fucked," screamed Ellen as her gag came out"

It was then that Ellen noticed the shrouded Cathy and burst out in hysterics:

"You look absolutely fucking hideous Cathy," laughed Ellen.

"I'm sure I do," replied Cathy but what are you going to do about it?"

Ellen just lay back in her half-dressed state and told Cathy that she did have a point. After that Cathy sorted out Ellen's bra, pulled up her tight and sorted out her dres:

"I could have done that myself Cathy," Ellen commented in a sarcastic tone. "You just need to unlock these fucking cuffs!"

"Ellen," I laughed. "You wanted to experience handcuffs so there you are, all cuffed just like me!"

Cathy just laughed from behind the shroud:

"And here I am," she butted in. "I wanted to experience what it was like to wear a Burka and here I am wearing a Burka!"

"So we all got to experience new things today," I continued to laugh, which got a rousing reaction from both girls. "Anyway what do we do now?"

"Dave's got a point Cathy, what do we do now," asked Ellen, trying to persuade Cathy to unlock her wrists.

"I don't know Ellen," replied Cathy. "Maybe I should just leave you two to get on with your afternoon of bondage."

"There are plenty of cuffs and chains in my toy box Cathy," I tried my luck. "Maybe you could join us in some bondage?"

Cathy then picked up the prison set and study the leg-irons attached to the handcuffs:

"I'm not sure David," replied Cathy. "If I put these on, I'd never get out of the Burka!"

I smiled back at Cathy but had absolutely no clue if she was smiling back at me behind the Burka.

"I've got an idea guys," Ellen re-entered the conversation. "Why don't we go round to my place and order a curry?

"That sounds great guys but can I get changed," I quizzed as I began to panic?

"No but you can wear this Burka to hide yourself," laughed Cathy as she pulled the Burka from her body and started fitting it over me.

"No way Cathy," I pleaded. "I can't go out wearing this!"

"I don't think you've got a choice," laughed Ellen. "You're still cuffed, remember?"

"And so are you Ellen," Cathy responded sarcastically.

"You don't expect me to go outside with my hands cuffed behind my back," Ellen started to panic herself?

"Why not," replied Cathy? "It's less than 50 metres and no one will notice!"

Both Ellen and I pleaded with Cathy to release us but after some blackmailing, we followed Cathy out of my front door and we walked the 50 metres to Ellen's front door. Once the door was opened, we followed Cathy inside and Ellen and I sat down in the living room, with little we could do due to our bondage. Cathy ordered dinner and after about 45 minutes, the curry arrived. It was only then did Cathy finally release Ellen's and my hands from the handcuffs and I was then able to remove the Burka but I was still stuck in the female attire with no access to my male cloths until I went home.

Dinner was a pleasant affair, with both Cathy and Ellen asking me lots of questions about my obsession for cross dressing and bondage. After a while my embarrassment faded and I joined in a conversation that clearly showed that both Cathy and Ellen were both turned on by a man in girl's cloths. After dinner we watched a movie and it was around ten when the fun started again:

Cathy had gone to the toilet when Ellen suggested we jump her. On Cathy's return to the living room, Ellen pounced and poor Cathy hit the deck:

"Hands behind your back Cathy," I asked nicely, sitting on top of the quite attractive friend of Ellen, my next door neighbour.

"No way," replied Cathy!

Ellen started to tickle poor Cathy until her hands finally came round and we grabbed them, slapping the hinged handcuffed onto her wrists, with the keyholes pointing up of course.

"That's not fair," screamed Cathy in frustration!

"Yeah it wasn't fair when you kept me in handcuffs this afternoon," replied Ellen.

"It also wasn't fair when you forced me to come round here in a dress and tights; handcuffed and wearing the fucking Burka," I launched into my attack!

Ellen wanted to know what we should do with Cathy so I sent my next door neighbour off to fetch some scarves to add to Cathy's misery. Ellen returned with an assortment of wool and silk scarves so soon Ellen had her mouth packed with a small silk scarf, followed by large triangle of silk folded into a thick band and pulled into her packed mouth to hold the first silk scarf in place. Next I instructed Ellen to fold the long black wool scarf, which made and excellent blindfold. A fourth scarf was used to tie Cathy's ankles together (crossed), and then Ellen went off to fetch some more toys. Once she was back, I understood what she had in mind so I pulled up Cathy's dress and pulled down her black leggings and panties, which were wet with excitement:

"I can see you're enjoying yourself Cathy," I chuckled, slipping my fingers in her slit.

Cathy moaned in frustration but she was to get much more when Ellen produced a massive vibrator and started to tease poor Cathy to death. The moaning and fidgeting went on for about half an hour when Ellen finally let Cathy explode.

"Did you enjoy that Cathy," I quizzed?

All I got in response was a frantic nodding of her head and lots of mumphing into her gag.

"I think I'll leave you ladies to enjoy the rest of your evening," I laughed, picking up the other set of handcuffs, the handcuff keys, Burka and headed home.

"Maybe we'll see you tomorrow," asked Ellen as she showed me out the front door and waved me good night into the darkness.

I laughed to myself as I got into my own house and wondered how long it would be until Cathy and Ellen realised I had the handcuff keys? Truth-be-told it took another hour and by then I was in bed.

"Hello," I answered the phone.

"Dave, it's Ellen," voice came on the other end of the phone.

"Yes Ellen, what's up," I asked, trying not to laugh in complete knowledge of the problem?

"Cathy's still handcuffed and you took the keys with you," replied Ellen.

I laughed out loud and thought about my response for a few seconds:

"Ellen I'm in bed now," I replied. "Bring Cathy round here in the morning and I'll release her hands."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Are you serious Dave," asked Ellen?

"Sure Ellen, what harm can come to her," I laughed. "She drove us mad this afternoon so it's payback time."

"Fair enough Dave," replied Ellen as she hung up the phone.

I was horny as hell by the, knowing that Cathy would remain handcuffed all night at Ellen's so after a few session with Pamela hand, I finally fell asleep.

Sunday 2nd August 2010:

I was rudely awakened ion Sunday morning around 10AM by the front door bell. I tried to ignore it but it rang again so slipping into my dressing gown (I don't wear anything in bed), I made my way downstairs to the front door. As the door was unbolted and then unlocked, I saw both Ellen and Cathy standing there and yes folks, Cathy's arms were still pinned behind her back. What was most surprising to me was the long silk scarf that covered the lower part of Cathy's face.

"She's all yours Dave," laughed Ellen as she handed me a note and then headed back to her place.

"Come in Cathy," I greeted my next door neighbours bound friend. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"

Cathy just looked up at me with her big eyes:

"I guess you can't speak, can you Cathy," I teased!

Cathy just shook her head and I ushered her into the living room.

"Sit down here and I'll remove your gag," I continued my instructions.

Before I started work on Cathy's gag, I opened Ellen's note:

Dear Dave,

We really enjoyed your company yesterday, especially Cathy. She's therefore asked to spend some more time with you so enjoy your trussed up present.

Ellen.