Sophia's Scottish Seclusion

Miss Rohannson waited patiently as he consumed his meal. Her own laid in front, thankfully it was a salad so no problem about it going cold. Thus once he'd finished Ian MacKay spoon-fed her. Making the girl chew and swallow each mouthful, rather than rushing as she'd been inclined to do. Normally Sophia had no time for table meals except at weekends or vacation. At work a quick sandwich had been bolted down with a chocolate bar for afters.

Once that was done Sophia was forced to stand in the corner as Ian cleared the table, did the washing up then leave the place tidy. It was almost a relief when he took her hands, then led the girl out into the hallway, bringing her to the front door and opening it.

"Right young lady, punishment time. I need these letters posting today," he said, holding a loose sheaf of mail. "Our box is a mile up the road towards Rannoch Moor station. You are going to take them... dressed and restrained as you are!"

Sophia Rohannson stared in utter shock, then reality kicked in and the girl knew she had to comply. The thought of anyone seeing her simply terrified the lass. They could do unspeakable things to her. Even kidnap her and hold out for a ransom! She nearly shook her head...no she MUST obey.

The girl nodded, remembering she was bound thus no speech was allowed. Ian grinned then placed the bundle in her trembling hands. He'd not even tied them either. That meant she'd have to grip extra hard or one might fall out. Two miles in these shoes...ouch and she shuddered at the ordeal ahead.

Though like most ladies she was used to heels Sophia had cheated while heading to and from work. Like a lot of female commuters carrying her office shoes in a shoulder bag and wore comfy sneakers or ballet pumps while on the train. Being one of those who dived into the station restroom and changed, carefully tottering through the reception area into their workplaces and trying not to meet the eyes of their co-workers...who probably all did the same and hoped like hell nobody rumbled them! Those who have seen the beginning of 'The Devil wears Prada' would know and it had always made her grin when she watched the film.

MacKay sensed how close to breaking she was. But during their chats Sophia had said she could take more than her boyfriend had been able to give. So any challenge was fair game in his eyes. He smiled at her then pointed to the driveway, indicating she should get going. Miss Rohannson nodded and bowed, turning away then nervously stepping outside. Barely had she got down the short flight of stairs then the front door slammed behind her. Heavy bolts being shoved across...locking her out!

Sophia trod her way oh-so carefully. The dress swaying and rustling away, threatening to trip her at any moment. He'd also undone her ponytail and the blonde locks now whipped all over the place, into her eyes and some strands went up her nose. A sneezing fit almost toppling her before she'd stepped onto the road itself.

Then realised she didn't know which way to turn!

Chapter 12.

Now she did start to sob, this was cruelty beyond reason and she turned back towards the gate, only to see Ian standing at the lounge window watching her struggle. He paused then smiled and pointed to her right, jabbing his hand then indicating as if he was posting letters. She bowed then began the long road, cursing quietly as she'd actually thought it was the other way. "Yeah, thirty bloody miles or so. A mile there and back's bad enough. You're a bastard Ian, but I'm gonna beat you...love" and that made her grin, getting a mouthful of hair as a reward.

Tottering along, listening intently in case a car came past. Praying that for once the wind might have stopped any tourists going out to Rannoch Moor today. It was bloody freezing, the folds of her dress now flapping wildly around her ankles. Almost hurting as the little weights sewn inside, stopping any accidental 'rising' now bashed against her limbs.

On she went and before she knew it Sophia saw the box. Her sigh of relief short lived however as she got closer. How on earth was she going to reach up and put the letters in? The waist belt was at least six inches or more below the slot. She normally stood 5ft 7in tall in bare feet, but despite that footwear her shaking hands were actually pointing forward and down. The cuffs were so tight there was no flexibilty in her wrists and again she almost broke down.

Sophia leaned against the box, trying to stand en-point in her shoes like a ballet dancer. But it was still too short and she sighed and eventually lowered back onto the spikes. "I never thought five-inch heels could be so comfortable" she grumbled letting herself breathe again.

Looking around Sophia's eye caught hold of some large rocks nearby. If she could get them by the box, she might be able to stand on them and succeed.

What followed was half an hour of screaming frustration as the girl battled to get even one to move. They obviously weighed a great deal but finally perseverence won the day. She squealed in joy as it gave way and toppled back, almost crashing into her left foot. Sophia jumped back, so close to losing her balance and the letters themselves. Another ten minutes and the thing was leaning up by the box.

A nervous Sophia put one foot on it, the spike of her heel slipping straight off again and she screamed in frustration. Kicking the rock about so it faced the other way she tried again. This time it waited til she was en-point, almost able to get the letters in before moving and she had to come down fast.

"Noooo!" she wailed as it meant she had to move another of the rocks and jam the first into the higher position. But at least there'd been no traffic yet. Another fifteen minutes got the girl crying now, her eyes raw with tears as she eased another stone against the original one. She stepped onto the first, then tip-toed up onto the second. Almost there! Her feet were in agony as she went en-point, toes crushing into the fronts as she slithered up the box, then screamed with joy as the bundle slipped into the slot and landed with a thump...Sophia Rohannson had done it!

She'd beaten Ian...again, surely proving beyond all doubt that she was the one for him as she jumped down. Almost falling over as the pain from her feet threatened to make her faint. Now, despite the ache she hitched up the dress and hurried for home. Really feeling like a damsel rushing to escape torment. Getting there just as MacKay got the front door opened and she dashed inside. Almost but not quite crying as it closed behind her and was locked then bolted. The guy looked at her flushed face, bosoms heaving under the strain as she drew breath.

"All done young lady?" he asked, and she dared to smile as a nod gave him the answer. He grinned, "Good girl, and bloody well done too Sophia." and with that he released her wrists then removed the belt, telling her to get changed into a nightie and slippers as she had the rest of the afternoon free. Stay in her room til 6pm please, then she could come down for supper. Plus he wanted her to tell him how she'd done it. He knew she'd not be able to reach the slot so was curious as to how it'd been achieved. She nodded, as this was a punishment dress Sophia assumed the no speech rule still applied.

That bath never felt so good and Miss Rohannson spent over an hour gently massaging the glowing red toes once they'd been freed from the spikes. The dress, like the others neatly replaced in the wardrobe where it'd been found. Likewise the rest of the stuff was folded and stored. A hair restyling session followed then she chance to sit down and watch some TV. Just in time for the news.

The girl mortified but relieved to find out the railways had been on strike today! "That's why he knew the road would be clear...the clever bastard," she grinned admiringly. Flicking through the channels to hopefully find something to watch. Having never seen daytime TV before it didn't bode that well. She lasted barely ten minutes of a chat show then switched off. Going to the bookshelves and hoping for better luck. Finding one of her favorite childhood novels made Sophia smile and she settled back on the bed for a read.

Chapter 13.

Her alarm went off at 17:30 and Sophia was amazed she'd dropped off! Pleased at the fact she'd not overslept and therfore be punished again. Dressing into the nightie, finding a bedjacket that matched it she stepped into the comfy slippers and after doing her make-up headed for the stairs. Still needing the handrail as she could not see her feet through the flowing material.

Coming into the kitchen bang on 6pm to see Ian waiting for her. Greeting the girl with a long hug and smooch. "You knew about the trains Ian?" she grinned and he nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, I knew it all along. I'm not that daft Sophia. You needed the challenge but as I said before, I'd never let you find yourself in real peril, I promise. I'll also not fly again while you're restrained," and that made her face break into the best smile yet. It soon cut off by a mouth clamped over hers as they kissed passionately again. "Let's eat, and this time honey you can do yer own!" he laughed as they went to the table.

After that was done and cleared away they went into the sitting room. Cuddling up on the sofa as Ian flicked on the TV to watch the Thursday night rugby. Sophia of course not knowing the rules but like most girls she watches the game not for the skills, but for all those hunky guys with their muscles and testosterone. "Used to play it myself love," he said proudly, telling the lass about matches at school, ones at university and so on.

Not boasting but she seemed genuinely interested as she then questioned why he'd stopped, only injury forcing him out of trying to make it as a career. He rolled up a trouser leg, the girl wincing as she saw the big scar across his kneecap. "It's worse than Gazza's" she chuckled and that earned her a poke in the ribs and another kiss. The match finished and she went off to make their late night cocoa while he watched the respective managers talking. She returned and settled herself into Ian's shoulder, getting another kiss as reward. His fingers stroking her dress...and what lay beneath as her nipples got some attention. "Hmmm...lovely" she whispered, her eyes closing as he worked on.

Once the TV was off Ian said it was time for bed. Sophia's heart trembling, hoping that it meant just that. Her AND him as he was still giving attention to the warm body resting against his. They got up and embraced, then Ian shut off the lights and led her to the doorway. Out into the hallway where more lights were extinguished. At the base of the staircase she mock looked pleadingly. Ian grinned, then reached down, sweeping her into his arms then carried the giggling lassie up the flight. Gently setting her down outside her doorway. "Is that all...?" she questioned coyly as they kissed again. "No, my bedroom, you've got fifteen minutes!" he replied, eyes twinkling.

Sophia Rohannson hurried through her routine. Make-up off, moisturiser on, fresh knickers just to be sure before she padded along the corridor. Though she knew from a quick look what his bedroom was like, this hopefully would be the occassion she'd spend her first full night with a man for nearly two years. In fact Sophia was a little worried that she was 'out of practice', warning Ian on their first day here just that. "I'm...I'll teach you again love, relearn old skills eh?" he'd grinned, making light of it but also reassuring the lass that she'd be fine.

Entering his bedroom Sophia was pleased to see Ian was ready for her. Stripped to boxers and a t-shirt. Though she could see the bulging muscles on his arms. He smiled and walked over, taking her gently into his grasp. "Only if you're really ready for this Sophia," he said quietly, seeing she was shaking a little. She smiled then nodded, reaching for his shirt and helping him to remove it, followed by the shorts and the lass was amazed at the guys' physique. "Wow, bloody hell," she whispered, making him blush for a change. They both laughed now as he reached behind Sophia's neck, unbuttoning fasteners of her dress then gave her room, letting the girl slowly lower it down and revealing herself.

"My turn love...Wow, nice...everything," he said and she dissolved into giggles as he slid his arms onto her body. Roaming everywhere at once, easing her backwards, then the pair fell onto the bed. Ian rolling her over and she clambered on top.

"OK Miss Rohannson...lesson one," he quipped...

Chapter 14.

What followed was the most exhilerating hour of Sophia's life. The guy was a tiger, but also a teddy bear. Knowing when to do something, knowing when to back off too and give her time to relax and regroup. She enjoyed every minute of their time together and though they only made love twice she remembered enough to make it special for both of them. A sensual shower followed then they returned to the bed, Ian dressing her then lifting Sophia in. "What a gent you are" she grinned as he slid in alongside her. Reaching for that body and holding her close for the last kiss of the night.

Friday morning saw her being erotically stroked into life, a warm finger rubbing her nipples and she awoke, aroused and ready to jump him. But he declined, "Plenty of time tonight Sophia, its work for us this morning!" and she pouted and giggled before heading to her room. Coming out in the eggshell blue dress and heels today as requested. She loved this stuff and Ian caught the girl strutting and swishing her stuff along the corridor before prancing down the staircase to make their breakfast.

Her eyes were glowing with love as he secured Sophia to the pillar ninety minutes later. She'd even been waiting outside the door ready for him. Every click and grip of metal getting her heart all a twitter then he finished her off. "OK, all locked safely, the blindfolds' on, computers' fired up. It's time for us to concentrate!" he said. Miss Rohannson nodded and settled herself.

A great session, no foul-ups and an exhausted Sophia netted them another thirty-five thousand pounds in just three hours. Getting a long kiss and rub for reward before freedom from the pillar and chastity belt. Ian jokingly said, as there was no punishment today how was she to spend her time this afternoon while he tidied up their books? She said nothing except smile then headed out for a cleanup. After a change of outfit it'd be time for lunch, which he said he'd make. "You choose the colour love," he said letting go of her.

While she cleared the table Ian headed for the bathroom then a brief go on his exercise bike to ease that knee. Though he was surprised on looking into the sitting room later to find no sign of Sophia. He checked her room...no, his bedroom and all the other upstairs ones...no, kitchen...no. The front door was locked, so was the one that led downstairs. Even the old smoking room was empty. That left the office and he said he'd be doing the books alone as she was not trained in accountancy. The authorities were damn strict on that, though he planned to have her tutored soon enough. The college in Inverness ran courses for that sort of thing.

Ian MacKay smiled when he finally found her. Sophia Rohannson was standing by the pillar, dressed in the maroon frock and heels worn at lunchtime. Her arms held inside the wristcuffs. The other loops open... the chastity belt plus a vibrator there at her feet. Eyes closed in anticipation. She was waiting for him...but hadn't asked!

"Naughty girl," he whispered, closing the neck collar and seeing her eyes open then light up as he twisted the keys to lock it. The rest being done soon enough and she was trembling as he inserted the vibrator then attached the belt under her dresses. He blindfolded the girl then left the room, returning a few minutes later. Coming over and putting a penis gag in Sophia's mouth and pumping hard till her nostrils flared. "Very naughty girls get punished. You've got all afternoon to realise this," he said then placed thick plugs in her ears. Her chest began heaving now but all she could hear was the blood pounding in her head...then the vibrator started up.

Chapter 15.

It took Ian MacKay half an hour to realise he could not concentrate with Sophia squealing like that. Her noise from the first orgasm had made him look up and smile, the second...well he though the girl might pass out! So he reduced the vibrator from torment to tease and got down to work. Getting most of the way through before giving her another hammering while he went off for a glass of juice. Coming back and smiling as her hands flapped away. Face dripping with sweat, those breasts bulging through the corset, by heck she was a sight!

He'd just got finished and packed up when the louded squeal he thought a gagged female could make, echoed round the study. Sophia was physically shaking now and he guessed she'd probably endured enough. Coming over and tapping her arms, removing the plugs and saying he was freeing her. Collar, wrists and ankles were unlocked then he carried the exhausted girl straight to her room. As she was still gagged and blindfolded Sophia didn't struggle or take them off herself. She knew about the rules, and had directly challenged him today and maybe deserved what had happened. Though Sophia would not admit how...alive she'd felt. That may come later.

Ian wanted her to learn this so that night taught her a tough lesson. Putting a collar on before taking off the head stuff. That of course meant the rules of silence still applied as he told her to get cleaned up, dress for bed then be down for supper by 7pm promptly. She dutifully did and was on time. Looking a little downcast and shamefaced as she entered the room. Helping as before but could sense frustration building as he didn't speak during the meal. He showed Sophia no affection that night, instead pointing for her to sit on the other sofa while he watched the news, mutter about the weather then flicked it off.

"Bedtime missy" he said, trying not to grin at her look of hurt. Sophia no doubt wanted a repeat of last night. But it was not to be as they headed up the stairs, she looked again as they stopped outside his room but he shook his head, thus she nodded and went to her own to do her teeth and other ablutions. Coming to the doorway once she'd finished, just in time for him to knock and enter.

The girl's eyes widening at the fact he was carrying manacles. She suppressed a groan then stood patiently as her wrists and ankles were locked. Only then was her collar removed, he didn't want her to choke after all. Ian shovelled Sophia into bed, then tidied her dress as she lay on one side, trying to get comfortable. It might have been better had he not put her wrists behind her back!

"Goodnight honey, sweet dreams," he said, kissing her forehead, the first sign of affection maybe? She SO nearly replied but did nothing as the lights were dimmed, then extinguished. He was just about to leave then returned. "Not enough," he murmured and swiftly Sophia found herself blindfolded. He freed her wrists and rolled the girl onto her back. Raising both arms and cuffing them to the corners, her ankles got the same treatment moments later. The dress now taut all over and it earned her a good rubbing. She groaned as he tweaked her nipples hard and Sophia hoped he'd go all the way. But it wasn't to be and she sighed in frustration hearing him chuckle then walk to the door.

Chapter 16.

Waking up the next morning Sophia was amazed to find herself free, somehow he'd sneaked in and released her without waking her up. Arms and legs all fine and she yawned and stretched then got out. Ian hadn't told her what colour to wear and as it was Saturday she took a chance and went down still in her nightclothes. Finding MacKay just arriving ahead of her.