BIRGIT COMPTON'S
BONDAGE PHOTO-STORIES - Page thirty-four
Astrid pulled faces but was still going nowhere.
A cold draft blew up the cleft of her naked butt-cheeks.
Left alone there was no longer anyone to appeal to for help.
Hours later she was still tightly bound . . . . .
Next day Astrid prepared to leave for the office.
Maybe last night was just a bad dream. Except, of course, the top secret file was gone . . .
Astrid, still tied across the table by the mysterious masked intruder . . .
Despite  the fact that Astrid had finally cracked under the cruel hands and flogger of the masked intruder and had revealed the
location of the top secret file,  still she was not released, then she had her panties pulled down, was flogged some more and finally left
alone to eventually free herself. How could things possibly get worse ?
Having finally freed herself late in the night, the following morning
Astrid prepared for another day back at her office at Compton
Industries, put on her smartest dress suit and red satin basque,
(although who else would get to see that ?) and tried to put the
events of the previous evening behind her. (Fat chance).
At the office Astrid's boss called her into a meeting.  Her copy of the top secret file on the cold water fusion project, was it in her
office or securely locked in the safe ? Apparently the audit department was visiting the next day and would be checking all the
numbered copies of the file were properly accounted for . . . . .
No wonder Astrid bit her nails, this was going to
be rather awkward to put it mildly . . .
Astrid bluffed : 'Yes, it was in her desk' . . .
What was she going to do now ?! She had to somehow produce the file by tomorrow morning.  She racked her brain, what was the alternative losing
her job, maybe being arrested ! This was a top secret file after all.  The situation was looking hopeless. She returned to her car deep in thought . . . . .
On reaching her car Astrid noticed something
tucked under the windscreen wiper.
It was an envelope of some kind with her name written on it. At least it wasn't a parking ticket . . .
She looked round the car park, but there was no-one in sight who might have left the envelope. She got in her car and prepared to open it . . .
It seemed to be some kind of ransom or blackmail note, she had to meet at a nearby hotel at 18.00 hrs or she would never see the file
again. Well at least there was a hope, but what did these people what from her in return . . . . .  
What indeed ! What perils lay in wait for poor Astrid in Suite 1201 ?!
Will they involve leather straps, chains, handcuffs, gags and involuntary undressing ?!  What do you think ?