Miss M,

She knew her bid for the leadership bid had not been without risks. Now she was to pay the price. Standing in the temple she breathed in as far as her tightly corseted waist would allow feeling the latex cling to her figure. She squirmed but her arms were bound tight behind her back and she knew there was no chance of ever freeing herself. Her ankles, knees and thighs were similarly bound tightly together with rope. A thicker rope was now wrapped around her neck in the form of a noose, its hangman's knot heavy behind her head. 'Well' she gasped, 'I suppose there's just one last thing to do before you hang me and that's gag me?'

Louise loved her evening walks through the temples cloisters. The warmth of the days sun still radiating from the stone. The hum of the bees among the cloisters flower beds. The creak of the tightly bound latex contoured bodies of the acolytes in their niches. Each once was perched on a pedestal a noose pulled tight and taught around their necks. The pedestals would slide into the floor with just a touch of a button next to each alcove. She paused to admire Kate who had been there all day and let he finger caress the button for that location. Kates eyes widened seeing this and Louise smiled as she saw the range of emotions play with her. She wanted to be free, she wanted to be bound gagged and  noosed. And deep down in the darkest corner of her self, she wanted the pedestal to slide down and to hang.