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Just me and my rope,” Katy giggled. “Gees, I must sound really nuts.”
    “Not at all, we really understand. When we get to the cabin, we’ll set you up so you can do whatever you want for the weekend. Maybe longer,” said Ellen, sounding a bit hopeful. “I think I can find you some wall space to hang from.”
    “Great,” Katy bubbled, testing the hand cuffs and switching eye contact from Ellen to Frank and back. “What do you guys do?” she asked. “What are you into?”
    “Ah,” said Frank. “Mostly we kidnap cute, young, blond accountants by making them put on handcuffs.”
    “Yeah. Sure, right,” Katy shot back. “And I keep trying to pick up a guy who will love me for myself and for my aberrations. Fantasy dreams. But really, what sort of stuff are you guys into?”
    “Well,” said Frank, “just about everything that is not toxic and is legal for consenting adults. Note the key word, consenting. We have a first class dungeon in the cabin basement and a converted safe room at the city apartment. We made that room into our entertainment room and have reinforced the overhead for suspensions, soundproofed the walls and done what we think is a pretty good job of hiding the room from prying eyes and burglars. My background was in intelligence, both in the military and afterwards, so I know how to build a lot of interesting stuff.”
    “Yes,” said Ellen, cutting in. “We never use contractors or anyone else for our projects and if we can’t do it ourselves, we have some reliable and discrete local help at the cabin site.”
    “That makes sense,” said Katy. “I try to do that too. Most of my stuff has come from neutral sources like sporting goods suppliers and police supply, but never from the B&D retailers.”
    “Right,” added Frank. “And we even are careful about what we buy on the internet or in stores so that no one has any clues as to what we are making.”
    “So,” Katy jumped in. “What do you do with all this great stuff?”
    “Well, I suppose we’d be branded as AC/DC in terms of gender preferences as well as in dominance and submission,” Ellen said. “Or at least I am, Frank’s pretty much girls only. I don’t think he has ever been interested in guys, even the knockout TV’s and TS’s with tight asses,” she laughed. “We do pretty much everything in the book, but make sure that both of us are having fun. Self-bondage is part of this, so we understand your interests as well. Recently, since we got the cabin, we have gotten into spanking, caning and slave training, which is pretty much what we had in mind for you. But now that’s changed. It sounds like you might fit in better as an accomplice, a working top or a third party, right?”
    “Oh gee, I’m so much of a loner. I don’t know about trios and stuff. I’ve imagined it, but never had the guts to try. Usually one girl or guy in my bed is enough. At least for now,” Katy said, candidly.
    “You sure are frank,” Frank said. “Ever gotten into trouble with your games?”
    “I’m pretty careful, but on a few occasions I have made serious mistakes,” Katy responded.
    “Care to share?” Ellen asked, curious to hear Katy’s idea of trouble.
    “Well, it’s a long story.”
    “We’ve got lots of time, a few more hours before we get to the cabin. Go ahead,” Ellen said, encouragingly.
    “Okay,” said Katy. “Maybe this will appeal to you. A few years ago, I was visiting at my parent’s farm and they were gone for the day. There was a lovely horse barn that wasn’t being used, so I took all my bondage gear down to the barn which was about two hundred yards from the house. The loft had a removable ladder that went up through a hole in the floor of the loft and once I got all of my stuff up there, I pulled the ladder up to make doubly sure of my privacy. My plan was to do a reenactment of John Willie’s classic drawing of Sweet Gwen being held captive in the old barn. That’s one of my favorite scenes,