Tara gets taken nineteen year old spoilt rich socialite Tara Hilton stormed out of the house after another blazing row with her millionaire parents about her monthly allowance Even though she hadn't passed her driving test yet, she still got behind the wheel of her mums brand new BMW sports car, and screeched off at speed to Richard her boyfriend's home, she pulled out of the long drive way, and on to the busy main road immediately she took a wrong turn.# She knew right away that the scenery was all wrong and this wasn't the way to Richard's# When a sharp bend came up too quickly for the inexperienced driver to handle she lost control and the car went skidding off the road, and planted itself into a hedge, with Tara shaken up badly, but otherwise unhurt.# She could see she had come to rest outside of one of the countless mansions in an area known as millionaire's row a leafy suburb on the edge of town.# Groggily she opened the door she was so shaken up she was physically sick at the side of the road, She groped around for her purse and phone, but could not find them under the seat of the car where they had fallen. Then she noticed someone was coming towards her from the house, Tara waited patiently for whoever it was to arrive and help her. A tall slim attractive dark haired woman wearing a black knee length skirt and a white silk blouse appeared in front of her, Tara guessed she was probably in her mid-thirties# "Are you ok dear?" The woman asked. Tara nodded. "Was there anyone else with you? Are you all by yourself?" The woman asked. Tara couldn't be doing with all these questions she just wanted to be left alone to recover, so again she just nodded. "Oh come on a pretty little thing like you must have someone with you." Tara spoke for the first time. "Just help me find my phone, I have to call my boyfriend, and leave me alone I'll be fine." The woman reached under Tara's arm and helped her to her feet. "Come inside dear your in shock, you can use my phone." The woman said kindly. "No leave please me alone, I need to call my boyfriend and get him to move the car before the cops come, if I get in trouble with the cops again I'll go to prison for at least six months this time I'm sure I'm already on probation." The woman's eyes lit up earing this. "It's alright dear I'll have my driver move your car. Come along inside dear and when you've calmed down you can call your boyfriend." After a few moments they were inside the massive house, and the woman sat Tara down on a huge sofa. "Stay right here I'll make you a strong coffee and bring you the phone." The woman said patting Tara's head. When the woman left the room Tara looked around she immediately could tell from the d'cor and artwork on the walls this woman was rich and possibly worth millions. The woman returned and handed Tara a china cup filled with strong coffee. "Drink this dear it I've put a little brandy in it to calm you down you've had a terrible shock, then you can phone your boyfriend." As Tara slowly drunk her coffee to her horror the woman came and sat really close up next to her on the huge sofa, she ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. "You have beautiful hair." She said softly as she stroked. Tara was beginning to feel uneasy and drunk the hot coffee as fast as she possibly could, it was only then she spotted the phone a table on the other side of the room. "Please I have to call Richard." She said getting to her feet. But soon flopped back down on the sofa "What's the matter dear?" The woman asked. "I feel really dizzy I don't think I can stand up, please pass me the phone." The woman brought the phone to Tara and placed it in her hand, but her vision was now blurred and she couldn't see the numbers to dial and her hands were now unable to keep hold of the phone and she dropped it, her mouth now felt numb and rubbery like she had just come from the dentist, she opened it to speak but just an embarrassing slobbering sound came out.# The woman gently laid Tara down on the sofa and removed her high heels. She knelt down besides the sofa and ran her fingers along Tara's cheek. "You certainly are a very pretty girl. I just knew from the first moment I set eyes on you I just had to have you." Tara wondered if she was still in a state of shock or had she heard the woman correctly. "Don't worry the drug I gave you will wear off shortly, but it's served its purpose which is to allow me to restrain you." Tara once more tried to protest but just a series of whimpers and murmurs came out of her mouth which seem to delight the woman.# The woman stood up and bent over she reached inside her skirt and removed the suspender belt she was wearing.# Tara watched in horror as the woman slowly peeled off the nylon stockings she was wearing. These are very expensive, but only the best for you my pretty."# The woman rolled Tara over so she lay on her tummy, she was helpless to stop the woman from pulling her arms behind her back, and crossing her wrists. The woman quickly and efficiently bound Tara's wrists tightly together with one of the stockings.# She then used her other stocking to bind Tara's elbows tightly together so the touched.# She then sat Tara up on the sofa and too Tara's horror she reached up inside her short dress. "An old fashioned girl just like myself, but somehow I knew that." She laughed as she felt the suspender belt Tara was wearing. Tara felt her suspender belt being unclipped and the woman removed her stockings too. "Well I suppose I'm going to have to do something with that pretty mouth of yours, not that anyone will hear you if you scream, but I do love a nice tight gag don't you dear?" Tara watched as the woman balled up one of her stockings. "You'll probably find this unusual and uncomfortable at first but you'll soon get used to it I can assure you." The woman reached behind Tara's head and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled the girl's head back, the effects of the drug kept her mouth open to allow the woman to force the stocking in her mouth and past her teeth.# A dull moan was all Tara could manage as the woman, as the woman held her head firmly with one hand and worked the nylon deeper into her mouth with the other causing her cheeks to bulge.# She then took the remaining stocking, and wrapped it around her captive's head, she pulled the two ends through Tara's stuffed mouth, and tied three tight, strong knots, one on top of the other, adding to the wad that already bulged in her mouth.# Tara realized that, even if her hands were free, she'd never be able to untie the stocking: her tight gag would need to be cut off to free her mouth. The woman then rang a little silver hand bell that was close by on the table.# After a few moments a large stern looking grey haired woman wearing a navy blue uniform similar to nurses or matron's uniform entered the room, Tara guessed she was in her late forties or early fifties "This is Mrs Davies my housekeeper, she'll take you up to your room now and I'll be along to see you later. Mrs Davies reached down and took Tara's arm. "Up you come dear, you should have recovered enough to be able to walk by now." That was true, but only just her legs still felt like rubber and she knew any chance of escaping was impossible while she was like this. Mrs Davies took the weak girl out of the room and helped her up the stairs. "You really picked the wrong house to crash into my dear, now I'm afraid you are going to be madams little plaything for a lot longer than six months prison sentence you are so desperate to avoid." Mrs Davies told her as they walked. Mrs Davies took Tara into a large bedroom, in the centre of the room was a beautiful large four poster bed, but Tara's eyes were more drawn to the bars on the large windows.# She watched as Mrs Davies went over to bedside table and took out a pair of large scissor which she used to cut off Tara's little yellow dress, leaving in her wearing only her white bra, panties and suspender belt. By this time Tara had regained her senses enough to be able to pull hard on the stockings binding her arms, but the sheer nylon might just as well have been iron bands as they wouldn't budge causing her to scream into her gag with frustration. Mrs Davies saw this and told her. "Save your energy honey you're going to need it every last bit of it, when madam ties a girl she stays tied." Mrs Davies laid Tara face down on the bed, she took two patterned silk scarves from a draw by the bed. "Hermes, only the very best for madams little pets." She used the first scarf to tightly bind Tara's ankles together, then she bent Tara's legs up so her heels almost touched her bottom, and used the second scarf to join her bound ankles to her wrists allowing no slack, to make a very tight cruel hogtie. Tara watched through tear filled eyes as Mrs Davies picked up a telephone in the room and dialled a number. "The girl is ready when you are madam, I'll return to my duties." Tara watched as Mrs Davies left the room leaving her alone with her thoughts "Who were these crazy women? What where they planning to do with her?" "I'm pleased to see Mrs Davies hasn't lost her touch it's been a while since we've had a guest to stay with us." The dark haired woman said inspecting Tara's hogtie. She then noticed the tears in Tara's eyes and sat down on the bed beside her. "Aww don't cry sweetie." She said taking a large silk handkerchief from her pocket and wiping the tears away. "I guess you've never been tied up before have you darling?" Tara moaned something and shook her head "Not even by a special boyfriend or girlfriend? Not to worry you'll soon get used it, some of the girls actually grew to enjoy it."# Tara found that hard to believe. "Now then Tara, you don't mind me calling you Tara do you? That is you name isn't it? It was on the bank card I found in the purse you lost in your car. As you are a guest my house I have a few simple house rules that you must follow.# You will remain bound and of course gagged for most of your stay with us, as the days and weeks go by depending on your behaviour your bondage may not be so strict, but for now it will be pretty strict, you will have to earn my trust.# On the rare occasions when you haven't got a gag in your mouth you must remain silent at all times and only speak when spoken too.# You must always address me as Miss Bond or Madam, and my housekeeper as Mrs Davies and nothing else. You must obey myself and Mrs Davies at all times and do whatever we tell you straight away. I'd hate to have to punish you, but believe me you will be severely punished if you break any of these rules. I'm sure you will have noticed the bars on your windows and the locks on the doors, escape is impossible so don't even think about trying. If you do try to escape you will be caught, and let's just say you will regret it. Now we've got all that out of the way, you need to rest you've had a very traumatic day.# I'll have Mrs Davies come up and give you something to help you sleep." Miss Bond wiped the tears from the Tara's face again before kissing her gagged mouth. "Sleep well my dear, I'll see you again in the morning." Miss Bond left locking the door behind her. Once she was alone Tara once more strained and tugged on her bonds in a desperate attempt to get free, but soon realized it was useless and screamed into her gag in frustration, she resigned herself to just finding the most comfortable in which to lie to help take some of the pressure off her back caused by the tight hogtie, she found lying on her side eased the pressure slightly.# It wasn't long before she heard the door being unlocked and Mrs Davies entered, she was carrying a small white metal tray in her hand which she placed on the bedside table where Tara saw a syringe and a small brown glass bottle on the tray.# She watched in horror as Mrs Davies filled the syringe from the bottle. Mrs Davies rolled Tara back on to her tummy, she began to struggle and panic as Mrs Davies pulled down her panties slightly to expose half of her bottom. "Keep still you silly girl, do you want to break the needle?" Mrs Davies snapped giving Tara's bottom a hard stinging slap. Once Tara had calmed down Mrs Davies wasted no time in jabbing the needle of the syringe into her bottom causing her to jump slightly and whimper into her gag. "All done, there now that wasn't too bad was it?" Mrs Davies said as she covered the girl's bottom up again. Tara watched as Mrs Davies then took another silk scarf from the bedside draw and folded it into a long wide band, which she tied over Tara's big blue tear filled eyes, plunging her into a terrifying darkness. "Sleep well dear, Madam has a busy day planned for you tomorrow." Tara heard Mrs Davies leave locking the door behind her. As she lay in darkness waiting for the sleeping drug to take effect a terrible frightening thought entered Tara's mind, Miss Bond talked about other girls, where are they now, what's happened to them? What did she do with them? It wasn't long before Tara began to feel tired as the sleeping drug to effect and she drifted into a deep sleep. When she awoke she tried to open her eyes, but it was only when she tried to move that the terrifying events of the previous day came flooding back and she remembered the horrible situation she was in.# She had no idea how long she'd slept for, her blindfold stopped her knowing whether or not it was daylight yet outside, but she guessed it was as she could hear birds singing in the garden. After what seemed an eternity of lying and listening for any movement in the house, Tara finally heard the door being unlocked, and she heard Mrs Davies's voice. "Ha you're awake then." A few moments later Tara felt the blindfold being removed from her eyes. "Good morning my dear, sleep well did you?" Mrs Davies said once the blindfold was off. "Let's get you up and I've brought you some nice breakfast." Mrs Davies untied Tara's hogtie and sat her up on the edge of the bed. "Before we go any further I have something to show you."# She pulled a gadget from her uniform pocket the likes of which Tara had never seen before. "Do you know what this is?" Tara shook her head "This my dear is a Taser gun, you must have heard of one of those?" Tara nodded. "Good then you will know it is an electric shock weapon and will stun you stopping you dead in your tracks if you're a silly girl and I have to use it. Both myself and madam carry one of these at all times, as of yet we've never had to use them, so let's keep it that way shall we?"# Tara nodded. "Good now let's get you untied and you can use your en-suite toilet and bathroom which is through that door over there." Mrs Davies said pointing to a white door. Tara was relieved when Mrs Davies cut the nylons bindings her wrists and elbows. "Give them a good rub dear get that circulation working again, now before I cut your gag, you must have a thousand and one questions you want to ask, but save them for now, remember madams rule about remaining silent and only speaking when spoken to, I'd hate to have to tell her you've been disobedient on your first morning." With that warning ringing in Tara's ears Mrs Davies cut the tight gag with her scissors and helped her spit the soggy nylon out.# "You are free to use the bathroom my dear but leave the door open so I can keep an eye on you." Tara started to run herself a bath but Mrs Davies stopped her. "No, no my dear we've no time for that, we don't want to keep madam waiting or she'll be furious, use the toilet, have a wash and brush your teeth there's a new toothbrush in the holder for you." Tara felt uncomfortable using the toilet as Mrs Davies watched her from the doorway.# As she watched Mrs Davies told Tara that Madam has asked to go to Victoria's an expensive lingerie shop in the next town and get her a couple of changes of underwear and a couple of nightdresses, as just the items she was wearing would never be enough, so she wanted to know the girl's sizes including her bra size which Tara said was 36c, Mrs Davies wrote it all down on a note pad. Once Tara had finished on the toilet, she was washed and then brushed her teeth, her mouth felt much fresher after that, the horrible lingering taste the nylon had left in her mouth had gone. She returned to the bedroom expecting to be allowed to eat her breakfast but to her dismay Mrs Davies was waiting with a couple of silk scarves in her hand, which she used to bind Tara's wrists and elbows tightly together, just like the nylon stockings the scarves were like iron bands and didn't budge as Tara tugged on them.# Then Mrs Davies sat her down on the bed, Tara watched as she went over to a tray she'd brought in with her and picked up a bowl of cereal and a spoon, and she then sat down on the bed beside Tara. "Oh my god she's going to feed my like a baby." Tara thought to herself as the woman put some cereal on the spoon and held it up to her mouth. "Open, that's a good girl." Tara had never felt so embarrassed in all her life she was eighteen and being spoon fed like a baby by a total stranger. Once all the cereal had got Mrs Davies held a glass of juice up to her lips and allowed to take a few sips only.# Tara guessed what was coming next as Mrs Davies then took a large silk handkerchief from the pocket of the cardigan she was wearing over her uniform and balled it up, "Gag time, open you're your pretty mouth." Tara knew she had to open her mouth and accept the balled up wad of silk. Mrs Davies then cut a number of strips from a roll of tape and stuck them firmly over Tara's lips as she did she told the girl. "I think madam has something else in mind for you this morning but this will do as temporary gag for the time being." Tara shuddered at the thought of another one of Miss Bond's cruel gags, at least this tape gag was nowhere near as uncomfortable as the nylons Miss Bond had tied in her mouth. Mrs Davies then fastened a leather collar around Tara's neck and attached a leather leash to it. "Walkies my dear, let's go and find madam I think she'll be waiting for you in the stables." Mrs Davies tugged Tara's leash pulling her to her feet, she led the girl out of the house and into the huge grounds at the rear of the house.# Tara was pleased to see the grounds were surrounded by a large stone wall and even taller conifers, so no one could see her in her bound state being walked like a puppy dog in her bra and panties across the lawns.# Finally they arrived at the stable block, where Miss Bond who was dressed in tight cream coloured riding jodhpurs, black leather riding boots, and white silk blouse was sat on a wooden bench smoking a cigarette while enjoying the early morning sunshine.# "Good morning Tara, I have to say you look even more radiant in this beautiful sunshine."# Tara didn't feel very radiant, as she stood before Miss Bond wondering why she'd been brought out to the stables. "Did she give you any trouble Mrs Davies?" Miss Bond asked. "No madam she's been as good as gold." "Good girl, that's what I like to hear, keep it up." Miss Bond said patting Tara on the head. Miss Bond took the leash from Mrs Davies and the housekeeper returned to the house. "Now my pretty come with me into the stables." Miss Bond said pulling gently on Tara's leash. Tara followed the woman into the stables, straight away she noticed something wasn't right, in the stable was small one seat horse buggy, hung up on the walls were various types of harness's, straps, chains, whips and other items of horse tack, but there was no sign of any horses. "Is something the matter dear, you look confused?" Miss Bond asked seeing the puzzled look on Tara's face. "I know you're wondering where the horses are aren't you?" Tara moaned something into her gag and nodded. "Well my dear you probably won't be surprised when I tell you that there aren't any horses I'm extremely allergic to the damn creatures, I once read a story where pretty nubile young girls like yourself Tara were kidnapped and trained to take the place of ponies by a group of bored rich women like myself, they raced against each other for bets often big bets and woe be tide the poor ponygirl if she lost. I loved this story it intrigued me I dreamt about nothing else for weeks, I read the story over and over again and learnt all their training techniques off by heart, maybe I can't have a little pony of my own, but I can have my own little ponygirl , so pretty Tara this morning you will begin your ponygirl training." Now they were alone in the stable Miss Bond closed and locked the door putting the key in her pocket. "Just an extra precaution in case you're thinking of running away as I'm going to untie you and remove your gag." She explained. Tara was relieved to be untied although she knew her freedom would only be short lived, Miss Bond gently pulled the tape off her lips and helped her spit the sodden handkerchief. Tara was about to say something once her mouth was free but Miss Bond stopped her by putting her finger on her lips. "Remember my rule, you must remain silent unless you want to feel that riding crop on your ass."# Tara couldn't believe this happening to her, this woman is sick she thought to herself. "Let's start, shall we? Take off your bra and panties for me." With some trepidation, Tara did as she was told and dropped them on the floor. Miss Bond gently turned Tara around examining her. "Very nice, very nice indeed!" she exclaimed. "Nice firm tits, not too big. Cute little arse. Nice long hair. What size feet are you dear?" "5" Tara replied. "Very good I have boots in your size, everything else is adjustable." Miss Bond opened a small cupboard and took out a pair of black leather boots and placed them next too wooden chair that was in the corner of the stable. "Right turn around with your back to me." Tara watched as Miss Bond took a black leather corset down from a hanger on the wall. "Hold that for me while I do it up." She said once she'd place the corset in position on Tara's body. Tara whimpered as Miss Bond quickly laced the corset up as tight as she possible could. "Not too tight is it?" She asked knowing too well it was exceedingly tight. "No it's fine." Tara lied. The corset extended down almost to Tara's navel and had two cups which supported her breasts, but did not cover her nipples. Miss Bond turned Tara around and lifted each of her breasts so they fitted neatly in the cups of the corset. Miss Bond then took down a harness and placed it over Tara's shoulders.# She fastened the collar which had two shoulder pads.# Two straps at the front formed an 'X' which passed between her breasts and then joined a belt which she buckled at the front around her waist.# Two similar straps were attached at the back, but with extra straps fixed to the crossover point of the X.# She took Tara's arms high up behind her back and secured them at the wrist using the two straps.# Finally, she took a strap hanging from the waist belt at the front and passed it between her legs, buckling it to the other belt at the back. Tara jumped and grunted as the strap was pull tight. Miss Bond looked up and smiled. Miss Bond then returned to the hooks on the wall and brought back another harness which turned out to be for Tara's head. She placed it on so it fitted snuggly and then pulled Tara's hair through a loop in the back strap, forming a pony tail.# There was a strap across her forehead and another buckled under her chin.# Tara was immediately aware of two side blinkers restricting her field of view and a rubber bit dangling down one side of her head.# "Open my dear." Miss Bond said as she presented the bit to her mouth.# Tara knew she had no option but to open her mouth and Miss Bond locked the bit in place pulling it as tight as she could so it stretched Tara's mouth making it impossible for her to speak. "Sit on the chair please Tara." Tara went over to the chair and sat down.# As she went, she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror which hung on the wall.# What she saw frightened her and she screamed into her gag. "All the others felt the same at first, but don't worry my dear they soon got used to it I'm sure you will too."# Once Tara was sat on the chair Miss Bond pulled each boot on and fastened the straps at the top which were just below her knees. She then pulled Tara to her feet and attached a short hobble chain between them.# Standing up, Tara found the boots to be very high heeled and very uncomfortable. "Right my dear your ponygirl costume will probably all feel very strange for you, so before we begin your training for real I'm going to allow you some time to get used it." Tara hated what Miss Bond had done to her and thought she would never get used to it. She looped a rein on Tara's collar and led her to the door which she unlocked.# Tara struggled to walk and kept on stumbling as Miss Bond took her out into the garden and over to a tree in the centre of the lawn.# She tied the rein to the tree and Tara watched her walk away without saying anything and returned to the house.# Tara stood with little to do but experience the effect of the costume on her body as the hot sun poured down on her.# She looked around and was pleased to see that she was well hidden from onlookers in the secluded garden she'd have died if anyone saw her like this. Tara guessed by the movement of the sun in the sky that it was about two hours before Miss Bond returned.# In a strange kind of way she was pleased as she was getting bored and the standing in one place was making her legs and feet ache.# "Missed me pet?" Miss Bond asked with a smile. Tara nodded not wanting to upset her captor Miss Bond took the reins and led her to the patio by the kitchen.# Tara stumbled a couple of times again as she walked, which didn't please Miss Bond.# Miss Bond tied the reins to metal ring attached to the wall while she went inside.# Tara stood still and waited. Miss Bond returned carrying a bowl of muesli mixed with milk and a bottle of water.# She unfastened the bit from Tara's mouth. "No talking." She barked. She then started to feed Tara with a spoon and then gave her a drink of water.# "Ponies are vegetarian." She explained. "So you'd better like muesli."# Luckily for Tara she did. When she had finished she wiped Tara's chin, rinsed her bit with water and replaced it in her mouth just as tight as before. "Now for some exercise to get used to those boots and hobble chain."# She led Tara across the garden to a post fixed in the ground again Tara stumbled as she walked.# The post had a horizontal bar which extended about ten feet sideways, she tied Tara's rein to the bar and walked back to the house wall where she flicked a switch. The post started to slowly rotate forcing Tara to walk with it. Miss Bond returned to the patio and watched from the comfort of a padded garden chair.# Every so often Miss Bond would get to her feet and speed the machine up. Tara who wasn't the fittest girl in the world began to warm up in the bright sunshine and then started to sweat.# She drooled even more as she started to breathe harder and harder as she was forced to walk faster and faster.# After what seemed an eternity Miss Bond finally stopped the motor and she came to a standstill, leaning on the bar out of breathe and panting.# Miss Bond released her took her back to the wall of the house and secured her to the metal ring again so that she could lean against the wall while she recovered.# Once she had got her breathe back Miss Bond removed her bit and gave her a welcome drink of water, before replacing the bit. "You did really well on that, tomorrow I think we'll try you on the buggy. Right now you need to rest and regain your strength, I'll have Mrs Davies come and collect you, and she'll take you to your room, release you from your harness, bath and feed you, before putting you to bed." Relieved to be out of the terrible ponygirl costume Tara sat naked on her bed in silence and watched Mrs Davies through the open bathroom door as she prepared her bath, although she wasn't gagged, Mrs Davies had tied her hands extremely tightly behind her back with thin soft rope. "Come on dear, the nice hot bubbly water will do you the world of good." Mrs Davies called out once the bubble bath was ready. Tara's body ached all over, she slowly got to her feet and hobbled into bathroom, Mrs Davies steadied her as she got into the bath, and she had to admit a bath had probably never felt so good as this one did as she submerged her body into the bubbles.# Mrs Davies put a white plastic disposable apron on over her uniform. "Don't looked so shocked dear, you obviously can't bath yourself with your hands tied behind your back can you?" Mrs Davies knelt down beside the bath and gently massaged Tara's aching body with the bubbles, for a big woman she really did have a soft gentle touch and Tara actually enjoyed it.# "You're dying to ask me something aren't you dear?" Mrs Davies said as she continued to massage. "Yes Mrs Davies." Tara nervously replied. "Well what is it girl?" "Miss Bond has mentioned other girls on numerous occasions now, where are they? What has happened them? Did she kill them?" "No you silly girl she certainly didn't kill them although some may wish she had. Ponygirls trained to madam's high standards bring good money in the sales room, often hundreds of thousands of pounds, how else do you think she can afford to maintain this place? So my dear if you come up to her high standards you'll be going to the sales room, I'll be sorry to see you go when it happens, I've already grown to like you you're probably the best behaved girl we've ever had." "And if I don't come up to her high standard?" "That's enough now dear." "Please tell me what will happen if I don't come up to her standard." "I said that's enough." Mrs Davies snapped "Silence if I have to tell you again I'll put a gag back in your mouth and you'll go to bed without any supper." She pointed her soapy index finger menacingly in the direction of the stunned girl's face as she spoke. "Now lie back and relax I'm sure you'll be fine, madam was really pleased with you today wasn't she?" Mrs Davies continued the tone of her voice becoming pleasant once more. Mrs Davies continued to gently massage Tara for a while longer, Tara was actually disappointed when she stopped. "You lie there for a few minutes longer and relax while I get your things ready for bed." As she lay in the hot bath Tara found it difficult to relax, she couldn't help wondering why Mrs Davies wouldn't tell her what happens to girls that don't make the grade, it must be something dreadful she thought. After a while Mrs Davies returned. "Alright out you come." She said helping Tara up and out of the bath. Mrs Davies cut the sodden rope binding the girl's wrists and handed her a nice warm soft towel. "Get yourself dry quick as you can, and then come into the bedroom." The hot bath had done her the world of good, although she still ached it bit, they were nowhere as bad as they were. Once Tara was dry she wrapped herself up in the towel and went into the bedroom where Mrs Davies was waiting for her. "Drop the towel, Dearie. There are only two women here." Mrs Davies said softly# "Here. Put this on." Tara took the garment offered to her it was an expensive nightdress made from the finest purest silk, Tara wriggled into it with Mrs Davies's help, thankful to have something cover up her modesty.# The material clung to her moulding around her waist and over her breasts, but the hem scarcely covered the tops of her thighs. Tara stood trembling in the centre of the bedroom as it was only now she had noticed a sizeable number of broad strips Mrs Davies had cut from a gold satin bed sheet lying in a heap on the floor. Mrs Davies moved behind Tara and pulled her arms behind her back, then in her usual expert way, she bound her crossed wrists extremely tight with one of the longer strips of sheet, stopping and making tight double knots every couple of turns. Mrs Davies bound Tara's arms with two more strips of the sheet one above her elbows and one below both knotted a number of times with double knots. Once more her bonds were so tight and so rigid she might just as well have been bound with iron bands.# Mrs Davies sat Tara down on the bed, she watched as Mrs Davies went over to small hotplate and took a silver cloche off something that had been keeping warm to reveal a large bowl of disgusting looking type of vegetable stew. Before she spoon fed it to Tara she put a bright pink plastic adult bib on the girl tying it tightly around her neck. "Madam will have my hide if I spill your supper down that pretty nightdress and stain it." Tara felt even more embarrassed by having to wear a bib while she was spoon fed. In fairness the stew tasted a lot better than it looked and Tara finished the whole bowl in no time. "My, my someone was hungry." Mrs Davies said with a smile. She then allowed Tara a few sips of water, before taking her bib off.# By now Tara knew what was coming next, she watched as Mrs Davies took off her disposable plastic apron, and rolled it up as tight as she could into a ball. Tara didn't need to be told and opened her mouth allowing Mrs Davies to stuff the foul tasting plastic inside, but once inside the ball of plastic sprung open filling her mouth. Mrs Davies then other long strip of the bed sheet she tied a double knot in the centre and forced that into Tara's already stuffed mouth making sure it went behind her teeth forcing the plastic apron deeper inside causing Tara to retch and cough, Mrs Davies ignored this and continued to wrap the two loose ends tightly around Tara's lower face making sure each pass went over her mouth, before she knotted it behind her head. Mrs Davies then helped Tara lie on the bed top of a black satin sheet she'd laid out, she then bound the girl's ankles and legs above and below her knees with more strips of the bed sheet extremely tight. "Before we go any further would you like me to give you something to help you sleep again?" She asked. Tara knew it was going to be difficult to club unaided tied up and gagged like this so she nodded. "I thought you would dear" Tara watched as Mrs Davies loaded her syringe with the sleeping drug. Mrs Davies then rolled Tara onto her side she raised the hem of her nightdress to expose her bottom and jabbed the needle into her bottom causing Tara to whimper into her gag. "All done." Mrs Davies said playfully patting Tara's bottom before she covered it up again. Mrs Davies then rolled Tara back on to her back, she found lying on her bound arms most uncomfortable. "Let me draw the sheet around you so you'll be all nicely snuggled up."# Mrs Davies took one side of the Black satin sheet and folded it across her body before tucking the ends in tightly beneath her. She then repeated the process with the other side of the sheet before securely tucking in any of the loose satin the sheet only reached up to Tara neck, she wrapped any excess satin around Tara's neck several times. "Just to make sure you are snug," she said, as she finished the wrapping at the neck and moved to Tara's feet.# Here, she wrapped her feet securely in the excess Satin and folded it underneath her body.# In no more than about a minute, she had expertly mummy-wrapped Tara in the huge black satin sheet, and she stood back to admire her handiwork. "There my dear, how does that feel?" Tara had to admit she did feel nice and snug and cosy and murmured something through her gag. "I take it you like then." Mrs Davies laughed. To Tara's horror Mrs Davies hadn't finished yet, she took two long strips of the cut up gold bed sheet, she reached up to Tara's neck and tied one of them over the folds of satin bunched up around her neck, ensuring the cocoon she'd made could not unravel, Miss Davies then moved to the foot of the bed, and did the same to Tara's feet with the second strip of bed sheet, binding it tightly around her covered ankles, to ensure that the cocoon remained in place.# She then passed four more long strips of the bed sheet under Tara's body and tied one around the tops of her legs, one around waist, one below her breasts and one above them.# By now the sleeping drug was beginning to take effect Mrs Davies could see Tara's eyes getting heavier and heavier as she fought to keep them open so she could see what else Mrs Davies was going to do to her, but Mrs Davies put a stop to that by tying another strip of bed sheet over her eyes. "Now relax my dear, don't fight the drug anymore I'll see you in the morning sleep tight my dear don't let the bed bugs bite." With Tara now asleep Mrs Davies finished off by securing her bound ankles to the foot of the bed, and then tied another strip of bed sheet around Tara's neck and secured that to the headboard. The next morning Tara was awoken by someone taping her face, once she was fully awake the blindfold was lifted from her eyes, she was surprised to see Miss Bond standing over her and not Mrs Davies, she was wearing a long silk white dressing gown "Good morning beautiful, I'll say one thing for Mrs Davies she certainly does a good job of putting my girls to bed. I trust you slept well?" Tara moaned something into her gag. "I'll take that as a yes shall I? Talking of Mrs Davies I'm afraid she won't be with us this morning I have given her half a day off she has left early to visit her mother so it's just you and me. You look so cosy there it's a shame to disturb you and I can't really can't be bothered washing, dressing and feeding you myself, that's what I pay Mrs Davies well for so I think I'll leave you like this until she returns later today. We will continue your ponygirl training this evening the garden has floodlights so we can continue after dark if need be. So I'll leave you to finish your beauty sleep." Miss Bond Pulled the blindfold back down over Tara's eyes, and Tara heard her leave locking the door behind her. As she lay there Tara thought about her parents and boyfriend her surely they were concerned for her by now, and someone would have called the police. But Tara had a history of going missing sometimes for days on end without contacting anyone or answering her phone especially after she'd had one her many massive rows with her parents, so her family thought she was just having one of her sulks and weren't overly concerned about her at this time.