and hoping Mavis hadn't noticed, I self-consciously turned and hurried into my clothes.

Perhaps I should explain here that for those three months, Mavis and I had the sexiest Platonic relationship in Manhattan. I'm a normal guy with a healthy sexual appetite, after all, and I made it no secret that I was interested in sating that appetite with this lovrly British Authoress. For her part, Mavis expressed a similar interest in me, but she had certain reservations.

"After all," She explained to me one evening, after a session of heavy petting, "If I slept with you now, before the book comes out, word might get around, and everyone would suppose that I used sexual favors to get you to publish me. Think how a thing like that could damage the credibility of the whole project! No Love, much as I'd like to, I'm afraid we shall have to wait until after our camping expedition. But if it works out as I want it to, Darling, I think you'll find it more than fulfills your wildest dreams!"

When she said that, I had trouble suppressing an amused grin. If only she knew that I planned to steal the clothibg of at least one girl on the trip and watch the fun when she discovered she was stuck out there naked! Now that would be the fulfillment of my wildest dreams!

So I went along with things the way Mavis arranged them, although it wasn't easy. The anticipation of seeing my fantasy come true had made me incredibly horny, but with my body changed so dramatically, I couldn't just pick up a girl in a bar for casual sex to relieve my needs. I had difficulty restraining myself when at Mavis' apartment, and she had difficulty herself fending me off! So to protect us both from the temptation of our close encounters, she convinced me to let her use a little light bondage.

At first, this merely consisted of one of her earrings screwed tightly into my ear, with a long ribbon of narrow red silk running from it. She kept the end of this ribbon wound tightly round her little finger, and when I got too passionate, she would tug on it, pulling sharply on my ear lobe to cool me off. Then one evening I rashly jerked the ribbon out of her hand. She immediately kicked me away and stood up, panting.

"I'm sorry, Mavis," I gasped, "I couldn't help myself!"

"So I see," She caught her breath at last, "It seems we must take sterner measures, eh?"

"Sterner measures" turned out to be a pair of leather handcuffs that Mavis bought at a novelty shop and locked on my wrists on our very next date.

We were slated to attend a concert that night, and both of us were rather well dressed, me in a suit and tie and Mavis in an elegant strapless gown of dark green satin. So I was naturally quite surprised when she locked my hands behind me.

"There now," She said, securing the cuffs and screwing the earring tightly into its accustomed place, "You're to wear those

from now on whenever you're here, until we both decide you may take them off. Now that it's safe, let's have an Inspection before we leave and see just how you're coming along."

"And just how am I supposed to get undressed with my hands cuffed?" I asked.

"Oh I'll take care of that, Love," There was more mischief in her smile than usual. "Let's see: We just un-knot this silly tie of yours, like so... and get your shirt unbuttoned... My, how your breasts have grown! So round and firm and well-shaped! And the nipples are positively thrusting against that tight T-shirt you're wearing.... Are you just a teensy bit excited by all this, Darling? Isn't it rather a thrill to be undressed by a beautiful woman and powerless to resist?"

"Mmmmm," I moaned, "Yes, yes it is!"

"Shall I keep on, then? Or do you really want to go out to that boring concert? Eh, Dear?"

"Ohhh, keep it up; Never stop!" I sighed.

"Very well," To my surprise, she produced a pair of heavy shears and began cutting away my shirt and jacket! But I was too absorbed in the torrid eroticism of the scene to raise any objectior as as she finished cutting, leaving me with only my T-shirt above the waist while my shirt and jacket fell to rags on the floor. "Step out of your shoes and socks now, Sweet," She purred, "After all, you don't want me to have to cut away your trousers as well, do you?" I quickly slipped out of my shoes and peeled my socks off with my toes as she embraced and kissed me, the stiff satin of her gown pressing against the tips of my rhrusting breasts. Her hands dropped to my belt and I felt my trousers and shorts drop to the floor with a single tug.

Soon I was down to just my T-shirt and jock strap, and Mavis surveyed me critically.

"Hmmm," She mused, "That male strap seems so out of place! But we do want to preserve your modesty, don't we Darling? I have it!"

Reaching under her flowing red gown, she deftly pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She picked them up and held them out to me, a flimsy scrap of black lace, still warm from her loins.

"Step into them, Sweet. That's right.... my, your legs are so smooth and shapely! I'm getting quite jealous of you! Now let's just pull these panties halfway up your thighs... there! We'll leave them at half-mast, so to speak, for a moment. Now turn and face away from me, into the corner there... that's right. Hold still now...."

I suddenly heard a "snip-snip" and felt my jock-strap fall away from me! I reddened in embarassment at having my privates so unexpectedly bared in front of this well-dressed woman, and hurriedly