Toby didn't particularly enjoy standing in line at the bank, but at least she didn't have a job to rush back to after cashing her check. She passed the time waiting for her turn by examining the other customers, imagining how they would look with no clothes on, or how they would look naked, bound, and gagged, straining for an orgasm under her lustful supervision. Toby also enjoyed knowing that many of the people in the bank were looking at HER (although she doubted that any of them shared her particular fantasy). Six feet tall, with spectacularly long legs, abundant auburn hair, and a strong, dangerous- looking face, Toby was used to being stared at and fantasized about by men and women alike. When Toby's turn at the window finally came, she noticed that the teller was a small, dark, intense-looking woman of about 35, with huge deep eyes and long, tapering fingers. Toby admired the woman as she shuffled papers behind the teller's window, and gave the teller a number of glances designed to tell the teller she was being appreciated. Toby received her cash and was about to leave, when she noticed a bit of jewelry on the teller's blouse, almost hidden by an oversized collar. Toby stared at the pin. It was a small, ornamental rebus an eye, superimposed over a stylized heart, both of these backed with an old-fashioned pocket watch. ``That's an unusual pin'' Toby said casually, fooling with her money and papers, stalling for time. The teller looked up and blushed. ``Yes. I just got it last week.'' ``And I think that the people who gave it to you had in mind that you would wear it a little more prominently'' Toby said with mock severity. ``Er, yes... so, you are familiar with this pin?'' ``And what it stands for, yes, I am. In fact, I'm kind of a founding member.'' Toby smiled at the woman. ``What time do you go to lunch?'' The teller looked flustered. ``Uh, 1130, but I don't--'' ``Meet me in the park on the corner. Top tier of the ampitheater. Don't be late.'' Toby leaned over as if discussing one last bit of financial business. ``Are you wearing pantyhose?'' ``Um, yes.'' ``Don't be, by lunchtime.'' Toby turned and strode out of the bank, hair bouncing, behind flexing, face grinning. The teller shook herself like a wet animal and began to wait on the next customer. *** Toby stopped by the drugstore down the block from the bank and bought the following two medium-size steel mirrors, a roll of gaffer tape, a small box of disposable diapers, and a package of common wooden clothespins. She spent the rest of the morning prowling around the downtown business district and shops. 11:30 found Toby waiting in the topmost level of the elaborate, depression-era ampitheater that occupied the local park. This structure was a favorite lunch spot with downtown office workers the seats, although cold concrete, were broad and fairly comfortable, and the tiers were arranged so that the backs of one row of seats formed a high screen in front of the seats immediately behind and higher up. One could see the whole park, but anything from the shoulders down was screened from sun and wind (and the view of others) by this arrangement. It was a custom that whoever arrived first and took the topmost tier would be left alone, to eat lunch or whatever, those arriving later usually preferring to sit closer to the ground. So Toby was all alone at the top, as she often found herself to be. The teller arrived just before 11:30. She kept her gaze averted as she climbed up to join Toby, and sat down on the bench near, but not next to, the taller woman who had commanded her presence. ``Right on time, uh--'' Toby said. ``What's your name? I'm Toby.'' The woman looked up and met Toby's smile. ``I am Anlili'' she said, softly. ``I'm very new at this. Please don't be too hard on me.'' ``Anlili...that's a beautiful name. And you are a beautiful person, at least, what I have seen of you so far'' Toby said, calmly. ``Why would I be hard on you? Didn't they explain at the Watchers, this is about fun, games, and mutual pleasure? If you're doing this to punish yourself in some way, then I think you've got ahold of the wrong end of the idea.'' Anlili twirled a strand of her shiny black ...