Sophia's Scottish Seclusion

She was brought to a standstill and listened as he did things around the place. By now her feet were giving Sophia some serious gyp. But dare not complain or end up failing whatever test he had for her.

"Sophia my dear, this is your bedroom and here you will remain until 8am tomorrow. Breakfast will be at 8:15 downstairs. I expect you to be on time. Dressed...head to foot in white. Everything white in the wardrobe must be worn, understand?" he said. The girl nodding in agreement. "I'm freeing your bonds now, but do not remove the blindfold until I've locked your door. Goodnight young lady." Were his last words as he hugged the lass again. Kissing her nose then going behind and unlocking her wrists.

Sophia holding still as she'd not been told to move, though it was hard not to twitch as he stroked up and down her hips while freeing the restraints. "Good girl. Now remember. Do not be late," he said as his steps receeded to the door. She nodded again then listened as the thing closed with a solid clump. A key rattled in a lock then she jumped as three heavy bolts came across.

His steps faded then Sophia started to move. Undoing the gag first, then squinting in the dim lighting as her sleepmask joined it on the floor. She looked around, seeing a lovely well appointed bedroom, large in size with ornate paintings, fine wood paneling and a rich blue carpet under her feet. Sophia shed her shoes, anxious not to damage the floor, also a huge sigh of relief as her legs could relax. A look behind the other door found the girl in a massive en-suite bathroom that was soon put to use.

A yawning Sophia returned and as all girls do went to the wardrobes for a nosy round. Opening the first and staring in amazement. "Bloody hell. He wasn't kidding!" she exclaimed, counting twenty or more dresses of various colours and styles. Having been told that once here she'd never be wearing anything mass-produced again, except shoes. Only if they had guests or when she was allowed to go into town would she 'go modern'.

These however were all classic period costumes, and as she loved anything Edwardian or Victorian this was going to be great as she rubbed one, then lifting it out and the girl realising how heavy it was. The TV and big-screen 'bodice-ripper' films, and wearing this she'd look like the main character! The other wardrobe was probably the same but she was too exhausted to worry about it. A peek out the curtained window did not gain her any knowledge of the exterior. Only the fact it was now pouring with rain as the torrents streamed down the glass.

She came back to the main part of her room. One of the outfits in that wardrobe was white, along with a matching coloured fearsome front-lacing corset and she guessed this was what he wanted her to wear tomorrow morning. Shoes appeared identical to what she'd just shed so no flats from now, suppressing a groan. If blokes had to wear heels they'd understand what their women go through! All the dresses had undergarments laid next to them. If he ordered her to wear a certain colour, everything it appeared had to match.

But that was tomorrow and she needed to get to bed sharpish. A hunt round the big dressing table got results. It seemed he'd done some serious shopping for her as everything required was here. It took half an hour of work before a very tired Sophia donned a flowing Victorian style nightdress and tumbled into bed. As her phone was elsewhere, the luggage not brought up here she had to set a clock rather than her normal alarm.

Chapter 5.

The bell dinged her into life right on time and Sophia yawned herself into action. That bed was damn comfy, big enough for a family to sleep in and she made it tidy again before using the bathroom. Least this house had modern stuff like a good shower and she hurried through the ablutions, wanting to get laced into that period stuff. Make-up too was up-to-date and soon a discreetly glowing Sophia headed for the wardrobe. Grabbing the frock and all the rest, coming back and laying 'half a ton' of stuff on the bed.

By goodness it felt great as she tugged and pulled each and every inch of those corset cords. Her waist, being no slouch of course now giving her a truly envious figure. "Marilyn, eat your heart out honey," she gasped as the last one was tied off in a bow. If she'd not done the stockings earlier then Sophia would not have been able too. It was barely possible to bend down, even without the dress. But add an underdress and three petticoats that had been provided too and no chance. She'd even had to strap her shoes on before dressing! But she was determined not to fail on the first occasion.

A pose in the mirror...oh she wished for her phone to be able to photograph this. Sadly that had not magically appeared, maybe he'd take some for her sometime. A peek in the other wardrobe having unlocked it however did stun the girl to complete silence...

Colour-coded restraints...and one set was white!

Tentertively she brought out the collar first. A belt with fixed wrist manacles was next, those little buttons inside each one, then cuffs with a foot long chain for ankles, a longer chain followed and she assumed this was to go between the belt and her leg restraints. Like she'd worn last night at the station.

Lastly an amazing contraption she assumed was to go around her head as it was hinged at the top. Eye, nose and mouth holes. Spaces on either side where her ears would go. Another gap in the back part obviously would take Sophia's long hair. A look at the bottom found several bits that matched her collar. Levers on this must lock both bits to it. So to wear the mask, she'd need to put the neck on first, then push the back part of the head into it with the front part opened above. Sort her hair into the slot then bring the face down over her forhead then push that into the collar below her chin. Then slide both levers across to lock it. She shuddered at the thought...

'Heavy bondage he promised, this'll do for starters!'

But could she get into the restraints after dressing? There were no keys so if she couldn't, that would be a failure and maybe she'd have to leave.

Sophia dithered for ages trying to think it out, then found a compromise. Put the leg cuffs on, plus the chain for the belt, then get dressed. She'd have to try and sit down to get into all the stuff but there seemed no option. Plus it was now 7:30 and she had to hurry! Least she hadn't put any more than her underwear on so far.

The clicks seemed SO loud as she put the leg manacles on herself. These were high quality stuff and at least the padding would stop the metal wrecking her stockings. They also gripped quite tight and she assumed the others would too. He had asked for all her measurements, including wrist, ankle and neck circumferences. As well as the normal ones you'd ask a lady, she grinned, reaching for the petticoats. Though even these were hard to get into, as she couldn't step into them like normal. Each was tied off then she got the underdress over her head, letting it slide down smoothly over those hips. Lacing it up and she was glad her waist went in so well. Next came the crucial part as the main dress went over this and was carefully buttoned to just below her neckline. A perfect fit.

Sophia was glad her efforts at getting the corset so tight now proved correct, as the thirty buttons were finished. Normally on a period dress the fasteners go up the back but Sophia realised that here she'd be dressing alone, rather than having a maid to help her. So the faux buttons behind were just that, with a clever and pretty panel that reached from under her left arm, across the front of her torso and under the right side. This hid the buttons that actually secured the dress. "What a clever idea," she grinned.

She did the extra fasteners and the effect was stunning as she looked in the mirror. She'd have pranced around the room, having a swish, had her ankles not been cuffed. Though she already realised that somehow she had to reach down and get the loose end of her leg-to-belt chain. Maybe use a coathanger or something.

So the belt was next, but she found a problem. The link for the d'ring for the legs, was on the opposite side to the wrist restraints. Which way was the belt supposed to go? And again she paused.

"Gotta be wrists behind, both other times were," she murmured, easing the belt round, pausing then closing it. Even though the corset was on, this was bloody tight with two thick layers of dress as well. Mind you the effect in the mirror soon had Sophia posing again. The clock dinged another quarter hour and the girl sighed, knowing it was the headpiece next having slipped the collar round her neck while wishing she hadn't wasted that time applying make-up.

Lifting the heavy thing up Sophia got the contraption round and by sheer fluke it went straight into the slots. Sliding the lever across and feeling the bolt engage. It was SO difficult, her dress gave no room for manoevre with the belt on and she didn't want to rend it under the arms by stretching. Now came the important bit once she'd tied her hair into a ponytail and got it fed through the slot. Breathing fast Sophia brought the front down, making sure no wisps of hair got trapped round her ears. Then eased it into the slots and slid that lever across too. The pressure was something else, like her head was in an all-over vice. She couldn't speak as her jaw was jammed hard against the bottom. A hum maybe but eating was going to be impossible. It took her a minute to get the loose chain attached to the belt then again the girl paused. Shuffling to the door and opening it.

Chapter 6.

Finally, just as the clock began to ding the eight o'clock chimes, Sophia reached round and placed her wrists in the cuffs and pushed against the buttons, shuddering as the metal loops snapped round and held tight. She was done...and on time so it was away to see him for the first meal and the girl hoped he was as attractive as his husky voice had been.

The feelings coursing through Sophia's body were awesome as she clipped down the corridor. The heavy dress swaying like she'd always wanted it to do. Remembering wearing one during her college days in acting lessons and wanting to stay like this all day. But Tracey the tutor said no and could she change back and give someone else a go. But he however had decreed that here she'd always be clad in stuff like this and Sophia was happy to oblige.

Then she wondered had she made a huge mistake. He'd said 'wardrobe' not plural. Did this mean she should only have dressed, leaving it up to him to put restraints on her? Surely he'd not punish her for using initative. Though a 'sub' was not supposed to think for itself but she just had and at the moment was prepared to take the consequences.

That sense of elation evaporated when Sophia reached the staircase that led down. She'd dreamed of sweeping down wearing a dress like this. Into her beau's arms for a long snog, then be dragged off somewhere and ravished. But trying that here like a Hollywood actress would end up with a visit to hospital with broken bones. Probably important ones too, as she looked at the length of the descent.

Tentetively she twisted sideways so her manacled hands could grip the rail, then easing one foot down. Sophia did this three times then realised she'd not get anywhere fast. Turning to face forward she carried on after praying, and thankfully finding it easier this way. Even going round the corner she kept close to the rail where the steps were wider. Breathing a sigh of relief when she reached the bottom.

A lovely smell of fried bacon plus clinking of cutlery indicated which door she needed, a saucepan sign on the wooden paneling proving this was the kitchen and the girl carried on, entering it just as the grandfather clock in the hallway began to boom the quarter hour signal.

He looked up from the paper to see her standing there...and the guy was amazed at what she'd done.

Ian MacKay hadn't really expected a response to his advert. The idea of any girl to basically give up her life to come live here was prepostorous. Or so he'd thought until Sophia Rohannson had got in contact. The pretty London based stockbroker had been made redundant because of the recession.

Despite the fact she made most of her trading companies' profits it was still a 'boys club world' and her boss had taken great delight in telling Miss Rohannson she was being 'reassigned'. If she didn't want to accept then...well she'd be 'eligible' for the chance to find another job outside the company.

As she hated him anyway Sophia called his bluff, took them for a cool half-million pounds at tribunal and a week later while reading a newspaper, saw MacKay's cryptic advert. Not having done much heavy bondage stuff since splitting with a long-term 'dom' it felt the right time for Sophia Rohannson to undergo a huge change in her life.

Many hours of talks between her and him went fine and agreement had been reached, culminating in the stuff arriving at her apartment. The lease was up anyway so letting it go hadn't been a wrench. Sophia packed the two cases she'd been allowed to bring. Sent the rest of her stuff to charity shops and here she was.

"Well my dear. I'm hugely impressed. Those stairs must have been a challenge?" he grinned. The girl bowing in agreement, seeming as she couldn't nod this was the only alternative. He came from the table and inspected her. Amazed at what she'd done this morning. He'd just expected her to sashay in wearing the dress and shoes, eat breakfast then he'd start using restraints on her.

But to actually work out how to bind her body like this, proved to him that the girl really was serious about what was to happen to her here with him. He wondered how she'd unlocked that wardrobe then remembered he left the key there. She couldn't be punished for that. To start too early might spoil the pleasure...for both of them in this relationship.

Her future looked bright, even if she couldn't see it through a blindfold.

Sophia Rohansson was thrilled as she stared back at him. 'What a right dish', she thought, better than George, even dear Brad would struggle. Smartly tailored tweed suit and spotlessly shined black leather shoes. Not too old, clean-shaven, well built but purely muscular, a kindly face and as for those eyes...

Ohhh... my goodness, how could he not have found someone with eyes like that?

He indicated her to come forward and she obeyed, his arms sliding over her body and Sophia nearly fainted as her nose got kissed.

"Hungry?" he asked and she bowed. "Hmm, bit hard eating like that I guess," he grinned, those eyes twinkling and Sophia went all gooey inside.

MacKay reached up and eased the levers open then carefully removed the headpiece. Seeing for the first time his new lady's face in real life. Even better that the photographs he'd had taken of her last month. A professional guy sent to London, following the girl and seeing just how she interracted with her friends, old colleagues and so on.

Having researched Sophia Rohannson through her company files, he was an expert hacker and knew all about her work and the facts of her tribunal, though he'd have to tell her something important soon. Doing the same on her social network and he knew... she was THE one. That was for later as her eyes glanced at the cooker.

Now she needed feeding and he told Sophia to wait as he removed the collar, unclipped the ankles then freed her wrists, permitting the girl to rub herself better. Taking off the belt last. She smiled back at him, paused, then after he'd nodded she quietly said thanks.

"Good girl, I think you'll do, come here..." Ian said at last. He reached for her and Sophia broke down in tears. Rushing into his opening arms and they wrapped tightly round her torso. Relieved it was all going to be fine as they looked at each other before breaking off then she kissed him on the lips.

By golly he knew how to snog. Tongues and all, the girl running short of air before they broke off smiling. Her lovely chest going in and out, straining against the fabric of the corset and the rest.

"Right, let's eat Sophia," he chuckled, seeing her glowing. The girl wondering... "Food I hope. Rather than me?" she quipped and now he laughed, giving her a rub on the arm.

"Indeed. But I'm seriously impressed. Though I don't recall saying you should have unlocked the wardrobe and used the restraints yet. I'd be concerned if you got stuck when I'm not here. More to the point you could have hurt yourself if you'd fallen down the stairs. I couldn't face the thought of that. Please don't try it again Sophia, or not until you've had some practice doing stairs in these outfits," he said gently, rubbing her arm. She bowed her head at this admonishment, but pleased he was concerned for her welfare, got another stroke then helped him finish cooking an impressive breakfast.

That was consumed, Sophia serving him first then doing her own and getting another nod of approval for her efforts. Proud that she was a decent cook thanks to years of doing it for her widowed father. She cleared it away then followed him to the marvellous sitting room. A look around and she realised this guy was seriously rich. Even her old salary and the tribunal money wouldn't have got anywhere close to this.

They sat down, Ian taking time to see just how elegently she did that. Hands sliding under her dresses then smoothing them out, tucking her feet demurely to one side as a lady should. Then resting both hands in her lap and waiting. He decided she'd either been to deportment classes or was very well brought up. It was the second, her mother Victoria had been strict on this for her daughter, but she assumed he knew all about her and the family now.

Ian MacKay confirmed this, explaining who he really was and it took a while. How he'd reserched Sophia in more personal details once her letter had arrived and he'd begun talking to her. The girl's eyes widening as she saw the photos he'd had taken in London and her trip to a girlfriend's wedding in France. It shook her for a moment then she saw him staring. "If you're not happy my dear, you may leave and we'll forget this ever happened Sophia. There's only this one set and I'd let you destroy them. That's my word," he said.

Having discovered during this morning's chatter he was a very important character in the investment world she knew he'd keep it. Ian MacKay ran his own company, MoorTrak Ltd, and she smiled wryly as she now deciphered the name. "Rannoch, and Railways, very good, original mind" and he bowed in acknowlegement. She'd had dealings with them while in London, got her fingers burnt when they'd screwed her bosses on a trade because their offer beat hers. "So it was YOU who did the ChemBank deal then?" she exclaimed. Her biggest trade and she got beaten at the last moment by that damn MTL code flashing up again.

She nearly got fired over that but then the boss saw who'd beaten them. "Bloody Jocks, wish they'd have their own Exchange and leave!" On asking her manager who this MTL were she'd got a stare. "Someone even we dare not challenge. Leave it there young lady, please." he'd said.

Now it appeared she was talking to No 1 MTL himself!

"It was, sorry young lady, I know you copped some grief over it" he grinned. "But there is a good compensation package!" She stared back and agreed, smiling on saying though she'd lost out it saw her prove to her boss she could take it. "He even stopped saying, 'Sophia dear, be a sweetie and make some coffee'" she joked, doing a silly parody of her manager. Ian laughed then he began to explain why he regarded her so highly. "Do you make decent coffee mind?" he asked and she smiled broadly now.

Telling a surprised Sophia that he, as MTL had been impressed at how far her BSP people had pushed him. Almost to the point HE had bottled out! She grinned wryly again. Had that trade gone through she would have been invited to become a Partner in BSP rather than a worker bee. Though the hours of work that would have involved would have pushed her close to breakdown despite the money on offer.