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My parents got home fine, and they, of course, fell in love with Aurora almost as quickly as I did. We were embraced as a couple as if we had been together for decades. It was such a comfortable family time, we both actually forgot what we had been through the past five days.

The four of us had a fun, relaxing meal, and then took a quick, naked dip in the pool to take advantage of the last few remaining days of weather conducive to such things. What a magical word. We were home. Now it was our home. We tossed all the bags in a corner, and jumped into a long, hot, steamy shower together.

I helped Aurora wash her armlo of black, satiny hair, and we felt the stress of the gargantuan changes we had been through the past week slowly disappear down the drain with the waves of Scarf bondage stories water. We laughed and cuddled at the silly ways the film tried to tug at our heartstrings, and when her hair was finally dry, we crawled into bed and fell asleep in the afterglow of some very vanilla, and yet deeply sweet and satisfying, lovemaking. In our very own bed.

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Monday passed almost without us noticing. We laid in bed until mid-afternoon, laughing, catching each other up on details of our lives, and letting our passions rise up and overtake us as the mood comfortably swung in that direction. Finally dragging ourselves up, suddenly ravenously hungry, we each slipped into a long, silky nightgown and padded around the kitchen together, preparing and eating a full, satisfying meal as we went along.

A long walk around the neighborhood to a nearby nature trail completed our day, and we both noticed the autumn chill creeping into the air, and were grateful that we had dressed for it. We both had satin camis on under light, fall jackets, and we each Scarf bondage stories a silk scarf loosely around our necks, allowing us to keep the jackets cheekily open as we walked, then bundle up more tightly when we grabbed a park bench to rest from time to time.

At last, it was Tuesday. Our one-week anniversary, we roared in utter delight. We spent the day rehashing our seven days of bondage together, and getting back into the mood for the trip to the art studio that evening.

We took turns tying each other to the bed completely nude, and ran satin sheets across our naked flesh to luxuriate in the pleasures of the silk massage. We went back and forth all day long about how we were going to present ourselves to Joanna, and how we planned to ultimately thank her for bringing us together.

We finally put the larger issue on hold, and decided for tonight that Aurora would wrap me up and offer me to Joanna, since Joanna had more or less left Aurora to me at the end of the class. Turn about being fair and all that, I agreed.

After showering and drying off cozily, Aurora had me slip into my emerald green, long silk nightgown, and then grabbed my wrists and drew them around and rested them on my satin-covered backside. With two quick applications of silk scarves, my wrists and my elbows were firmly welded together, and I exhaled deeply into my sudden helplessness. She turned me around to face her again, and double-knotted a long, silk twill scarf, stuffed the thick knot between my lips, and tied the ends off behind my head.

She drew it over my naked shoulders, and tied the neck shut and reinforced it with another rich, thick twill scarf. She clipped the two front buttons closed, but they were at breast and navel levels, so from above the waist on down to the floor, the cape was quite able and even likely to flap open and reveal my nightgown underneath.

She had me model my new look for her and then guided me in front of a full-length mirror so I could see myself. The thick folds of the cape managed to disguise the fact that my arms were firmly bound behind my back, but no matter how carefully I moved, the front always found a way to flip open and expose my legs in their emerald green satin-clad vulnerability.

Satisfied that I was aware of how I would present myself on the journey to the studio, she decided to take one more scarf and run it across my eyes, totally blindfolding me. I felt her draw the hood up and tuck it tightly around my head. I felt the soft, rich satin lining caressing and pressing against my face, and I turned my gagged, blindfolded head around inside it to further savor the luxurious fabric against my skin.

Aurora guided me to a chair and sat me down in it while she got herself dressed to go. I waited patiently in my satin draped bondage, and amused myself with imagining how she was going to dress herself. After what seemed like about thirty minutes, I felt her slip sandals over my naked feet. I swallowed hard into my gag as I realized I was about to go out in public in completely helpless bondage. True, my legs were not bound, but the fact that I was blindfolded combined with my nervousness about showing off my nightgown made dashing to safety an utterly impossible activity.

She guided me out into the hallway, and locked the door. The point of no return. I was locked out, away from regular clothes, totally at her mercy as to what would befall me. I felt and heard her open the door, and after a moment presumably to check if the coast was clear, she dragged me, admittedly with some genuine reluctance on my part, outside into the open air.

There was no mistaking it. I was now outside. Bound, blindfolded, essentially naked under the heavy cloak, I was out in plain public view in the late afternoon sun. I tried to relax and keep breathing deeply, but with every tiny sound Scarf bondage stories penetrated the thick, satin lined hood, I was like a soldier hearing gunfire on the battlefield.

I winced and slumped my shoulders a bit instinctively with every rustle of leaves, chirping bird or barking dog. At last, Scarf bondage stories felt her firm hands slide me into the passenger seat of the car, and she quickly belted me in, then lashed my ankles together.

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Aurora helpfully gave me a running commentary on where we were, how much traffic was around us, and made a special note of anyone in a car or on foot who took an extra moment to admire my lovely caped presence. I wished I could have reclined the seat all the way down and hidden myself from view, but of course I was Scarf bondage stories thoroughly bound and strapped in, I was forced to just remain frozen in humiliated shock. We arrived at the studio, but that was anything but reassuring since there was no such thing as the luxury of a parking lot. I had no idea what that really meant, and my mouth went totally dry behind the knot of my gag as it finally sank in what I had let myself in for by agreeing to this.

I heard her get out and close her door, then, a moment later, there was cool air on my right as the passenger door opened by my shoulder. I felt her crawl across my bound body as she reached down and untied my ankles so that I could stand up and walk. A second later, the pressure of the seat belt and shoulder strap vanished from my waist and chest, and I felt her fingers digging for my arm through the folds of the heavy cloak. I was eased out onto the hard, rough surface of a sidewalk, and stood up as best I could, fighting off a wave of nerves that kept pressing me to double over and hide my satin swathed face from view.

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I heard her shut the car door and waited for the pressure Scarf bondage stories my arm to tell me what to do. My ears strained for any sound of shock or surprise from any strange voice out of the darkness, but there was thankfully nothing. A tug on my arm, and we were off. I tried to count paces, but lost my place after one hundred and something. At last, I was directed to the left, and I felt the air temperature and pressure change as we went inside the building.

We picked up the pace as we both became more adept at her shepherding me through my darkness, and I was quickly led to the rear stairs and up to the studio floor. I was tugged through across the threshold, and as I heard the door close behind me, I found myself sighing deeply as I let all the accumulated tension fall from my body. We had made it to the relative safety of the outer studio.

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All the images of her danced through my head for a moment, and then, she was there. I felt four loving hands unwrap the cloak and hood from me, and I stood bound and blindfolded in front of my Mistress and my Angel in nothing but my gloriously silky green nightgown. And looks just as sweet as I imagined he would. The color is simply stunning.

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I felt her turn me around and survey my bound body, much as she had done the very first time she had me standing naked for her at that fateful interview. She and Aurora went on and on, evaluating and analyzing my bondage, my comfort in the silk, and, of course, my rising erection underneath it. Joanna made her describe in excruciating detail our journey from home, and they both seemed a bit disappointed Scarf bondage stories it went so uneventfully. I, however, was utterly happy over that apparent fact.

At last, the women were satisfied, and I was led into the inner studio. Joanna made a quick comment to Aurora to get me changed and put me on the platform in a tight hogtie, then she would need her help for a moment in her office. I sensed her perfume drift away with her quiet footsteps, and Aurora pushed me forward in compliance to the instructions. In a moment, my blindfold was finally removed, and I saw my bound, silk clad form staring back at myself in the mirror of the changing room. Aurora untied my gag and then gave me a deep, full kiss and hug, proud and quite turned on at how well I had been able to endure my first real test of public peril.

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Even before our lips parted, I felt her fingers releasing my arms from the scarves that had held them prisoner for a good hour or more now of mostly public bondage. My arms sprang forward and were finally allowed to participate in the embrace with my sweet, sexy, devilishly captivating angel.

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She herself was clad in a simple satin blouse and those marvelous black leather pants. I assumed she must have had a light jacket which she had removed already. The scarf around her neck was, I figured, one of the ones that had been part of my bondage. Her fingers slid up my chest to my shoulders and Scarf bondage stories the straps out so that my gown slipped by its own weight down to the floor, revealing me utterly naked and still pressing close to her warm body.

I felt the cool, smooth silk of her blouse against my nipples, and my penis popped forward and rubbed happily against the warmth of the leather gripping her muscular thighs. She laughed that throaty, sexy laugh that always seemed to turn my knees Scarf bondage stories jelly, and then spun me around and pointed me toward the studio. Pushing me from behind, I was marched out and over to the waiting platform. I marveled at the feeling washing over me that I was actually less embarrassed being naked than I was while dressed in my nightgown.

This evening, the platform was simply an open, flat, padded surface, draped in the deep, rich blue satin that seemed to suit my skin coloring so well. She sat me down on the edge and quickly bound my ankles together with the scarf from around her neck. Grabbing more bonds from the silk supply cabinets, she quickly returned and had me lay on my stomach across the glorious blue silk. In a flash, my wrists were once again firmly lashed and cinched behind my back, and my elbows drawn together and tightly wrapped. Tying my knees together, she spun me around on the padded satin surface so that my head was facing the main open area of the studio space.

She carefully pulled my feet up and bound them to my squirming wrists, and the hogtie was complete.

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