morning, after her customary morning shower, Kennedy bounded
down the Castle stairs and found Vivienne and Lena in the
"There you are, sleepyhead," Vivienne teased.
"What?" Kennedy responded with a defensive smile. "It's
the crack of dawn."
"We rise early," Lena explained as she continued cooking what
looked to be a delicious breakfast of pancakes, sausage, and
Vivienne poured a cup of coffee for her friend as Kennedy sat
down. "We usually don't eat this heavy," she explained
with a grin, "but Lena likes to show off."
"You'll work it off before lunch," Lena purred, favoring
Vivienne with a significant look.
Vivienne winked at Kennedy and nodded towards Lena.
"Personal trainer, remember? She can be a real bitch."
"What do you do?" Kennedy asked, "run?"
"Yeah, weather permitting," Vivienne nodded. "We also swim
and—" She paused to sip her own coffee. "Oh, that's
right. I haven't yet shown you the gym."
"You have a gym?" Kennedy wondered what other amenities
might be lurking in the luxurious but eccentric labyrinth that
was Stately Vidler Manor.
"I'll give you a real tour after breakfast," Vivienne
said, "then get you settled into the library. That's where
most of the records are stored and there's a worktable where you
can lay things out and plug in your laptop."
"And you're invited to join Miss Vivienne in the gym for her
morning workout at ten o'clock," Lena added as she carried a
platter of pancakes, bacon, and sausages to the table.
"I'm afraid I didn't think to bring any workout clothes,"
"No problem," Vivienne smiled. "You're a tiny runt, but I
have stuff you can borrow."
Kennedy grinned and rolled her eyes. This wasn't the first
time Viv had teased her with the "tiny runt" remark, and Viv did
have a couple of inches on Kennedy's 5' 2"; however, they'd
often shared clothes in college and it was abundantly clear they
"I have a swim scheduled for the afternoon workout,"
Lena announced, then indicated the food with an gesture.
"We swim as much as we can this time of year," Vivienne
explained as she used her fork to lift a pair of pancakes and
transfer them to Kennedy's plate. "The lake freezes over
most of the winter, so we make the most of it while we can."
"I didn't bring a swimsuit, either," Kennedy said.
"Even less of a problem," Vivienne giggled. "We
skinny dip. House rules. And there's plenty of
sunscreen. You can borrow that too."
"The water's cold," Lena said, "but crystal clear and clean
enough to drink. It's exhilarating."
Kennedy nodded as she transferred her share of the bacon and
sausage to her plate. "Uh... okay." Skinny dip?
Kennedy anointed her pancakes with maple syrup. Well,
it's just us girls, she thought as she sliced off a bite
of pancakes, forked it into her mouth, and began to chew.
Far be it from me to break the house rules, and it's not like
I didn't see Viv naked or nearly naked a million times at
|The Curious Case...
The far less
hectic and far more detailed after-breakfast tour started at the
top of the Castle.
It turned out the crenelations ringing the tops of the towers
and the outer margins of the area between were affectations,
like the window bars. In fact, the summits of the towers
weren't designed for human use, and were accessible only via
trapdoors and ladders from below. They certainly weren't
suitable as guard posts from which Lady Vidler's men-at-arms
could keep watch for invading armies. The towers played
host to the Castle's chimneys, plumbing vents, and satellite
dishes, but only the area in between was habitable. In
fact, it was quite pleasant, with a flagstone deck, an elegant
set of teak table and chairs, and a spectacular view of the
surrounding forest and the lake.
The various rooms of the Castle were well-appointed, as Kennedy
remembered from the day before. The top floor was divided
between a large master suite, reserved for "Aunt Renee" when she
visited, and a second, equally large VIP guest suite. The
next floor down included Vivienne's bedroom, Lena's bedroom, and
a third chamber of similar size. Oddly, it was devoid of
all furnishings. Kennedy's bedroom was one floor below,
along with two more essentially identical guestrooms. Next
came what had been the ground floor of the Castle before the
earth-sheltered expansion that was Down Below. It held the
former kitchen, which had been renovated into a large office for
Lena's use. Next to it was the library, with all four
walls lined with bookshelves from ceiling to floor.
Every door in the Castle was of heavy timber, reinforced with
decorative iron bands, and all had hefty locks. There were
some doors that Vivienne couldn't open. She explained that
they were closets and former servants' quarters that neither
Vivienne nor Lena had ever felt the need to enter. Kennedy
noted that all the Castle door hardware sets were nineteenth
century reproductions of Medieval hinges and latch mechanisms,
but the actual locks in the housings were modern. Vivienne
agreed that at some point Lena would have to find the
appropriate keys so Kennedy could complete her mandate.
Down Below—the "new," earth-sheltered additions that dated from
the 1960's and 70's—Kennedy had already seen the great room,
dining room, kitchen, garage, and the indoor-outdoor lounge
overlooking the lake. The gym was down a side passage
between the great room and the lounge and was surprisingly
spacious. It had a modest window-wall facing the lake,
similar to the lounge, but several light tunnels provided
additional natural lighting. As with the rest of the
Castle and Down Below, hefty bars protected the gym's windows and
light tunnels from any marauding wildlife.
As for the athletic amenities, there was a modern treadmill for
running and power-walking, a universal weight and exercise
station, a stationary bike, a rowing machine, and a central open
area with a large mat that Vivienne said was for stretching
exercises and yoga.
Through a door beyond the gym was a small dressing room with
wooden lockers, a cabinet full of neatly folded towels, a large,
tiled shower stall, and an alcove with a stainless steel
therapeutic jacuzzi tub. There was also the entrance to a
dry sauna. It had the usual cedar paneling, floorboards,
and benches, and a stainless steel heater with lava rocks.
Light came from fixtures with wooden shades and a single light
Kennedy was impressed. The exercise machines were top of
the line, worthy of any commercial gym or professional sports
She'd already noticed that her friend was in good shape.
Viv had always taken care of herself when they were in school,
but she'd taken things to a new level under Lena's
tutelage. The pixie brunette wasn't musclebound, far from
it, and she was still somewhat girlish in appearance, but her
skin was smooth, her muscles lithe and pleasingly well-defined,
and she radiated energy and health.
And as for Lena, she was a Viking shieldmaiden, a veritable
warrior princess. At 5' 6"—Kennedy's best guess of the
blonde's height—Lena wasn't all that tall, but she was
taller than Kennedy or Viv, and her physique was at once
athletic and shapely.
Anyway, Kennedy resolved to take advantage of this opportunity
and exercise regularly—not that she was in any way out of
shape. Kennedy ran regularly and watched her diet.
Her flexibility, muscle tone, endurance, and cardiac health were
good, but there was always room for improvement.
The tour continued to the chambers under Down Below—that
is, to the actual basement. A stairway near the kitchen
led down to a large utility space, and from there, three
separate hallways led to various storerooms. They opened
doors as they came to them, although some were locked, and as up
in the Castle, Vivienne didn't have the required keys. The
doors that were unlocked revealed a small workshop of
some kind, a pantry with large quantities of packaged and canned
foods, and storeroom after storeroom full of furniture shrouded
by dust cloths.
Kennedy didn't bother lifting any of the covers to examine the
individual pieces. All that could wait until she sorted
out the estate records and developed a plan. Tentatively,
she thought she'd start at the top of the Castle and work her
way down. With any luck, the stored furniture in the
"dungeons," as Viv jokingly called the basement rooms, had been
inventoried before being stacked and covered and all Kennedy had
to do was verify the records. After that, she'd begin her
Obviously, Kennedy was going to be Vivienne's and Lena's guest
for a very long time, at the very least several weeks,
and probably several months. She was glad she'd taken
advantage of Renee's kind offer to have her salary deposited
directly into her bank account and for Vidler International
employees to handle her rent and other routine payments and
forward her mail. She wouldn't have to worry about her
life back in Chicago until the job was done.
Next, they moved Kennedy's laptop into the library, as
planned. The estate records—those not in Lena's office,
anyway—were in filing cabinets in a closet off the main library.
And then it was time for Vivienne's morning exercise period,
which was now also Kennedy's morning exercise period.
|The Curious Case...
Kennedy up to her bedroom, rummaged through a chest of drawers,
and tossed a couple of items of clothing in Kennedy's
direction. "I'll look for some more stuff for you later,
but those should do for now. Hurry up and change.
Lena doesn't like it when I'm late for one of her exercise
Kennedy gazed at the pair of shorts and sports bra in her hands,
then smiled at Vivienne. "What does she do, get grumpy?"
"Just change!" Vivienne ordered with a smile. "Okay?"
"Okay," Kennedy chuckled. "What about shoes?"
"We exercise barefoot," Vivienne responded. She'd already
pulled off her tank-top, sandals, and jeans and tossed them on
the bed. Wearing only her panties, she paused to make a
shooing motion. "Go! Go!"
"All right, already," Kennedy laughed, retreated from Vivienne's
room, and bounced down the stairs to her own bedroom. She
removed her sandals, jeans, blouse, and bra, then pulled the
borrowed shorts on over her panties.
The shorts were black cotton, short and baggy, and were
something between a pair of conventional gym shorts and a
miniskirt. Back in Chicago, Kennedy's own running togs
were either skintight, thigh-length spandex, or were full-length
but equally skintight running tights. Anyway, Vivienne's
shorts fit, and beggars can't be choosers.
The borrowed sports bra was slightly more problematic. It
was royal blue, with a clasp in the back and regular shoulder
straps, but it was too small. That is, the cups
were too small. Kennedy wasn't exactly buxom, but her
breasts had more volume than Vivienne's pert pair. She
managed to don the thing, but it squashed her boobs, a
little. It wasn't uncomfortable, just a little
There was a quick knock, the bedroom door opened, and Vivienne
appeared. She was wearing fuchsia shorts similar to
Kennedy's borrowed pair and a black sports bra that was more of
a cropped halter than a bra. Her breasts stretched the
satiny fabric and stood out in complete, albeit modest,
three-dimensional detail. Not for the first time, Kennedy
was impressed with her pixie-haired friend's dancer's
physique. She really rocked the whole waif-like
dancer/acrobat/fairy princess look. Anyway...
"C'mon, c'mon!" Vivienne urged, and the friends padded down the
stairs, through the kitchen and lounge, and into the gym.
Lena was waiting and she didn't look happy; but that wasn't the
first thing Kennedy noticed about Vivienne's personal trainer.
Lena was wearing a one-piece, sleeveless leotard that was
something between a skimpy swimsuit and a collection of strings
and bandages. It hugged her torso, covered just enough of
her boobs and naughty parts to be legal, and was a shade of
medium-brown that complemented her tawny hair and smooth, tan
skin. And Kennedy's initial assessment that Lena was in very
good shape was confirmed, in spades. In fact, Lena was in
incredible shape. Kennedy mused that any hungry
bear that somehow made it past the estate's steel bars and
armored doors would probably take one look at Lena, then turn
and run for the forest as quickly as its bouncing gait would
"Two minutes late," Lena growled, her angry gaze on Vivienne.
Geesh, she wasn't kidding, Kennedy thought, then defended
her friend. "My fault," she explained. "Viv had to
find me something to wear."
"No excuses, Mistress," Vivienne giggled, bowing towards Lena
with her arms extended. "Please forgive us, Mistress."
Lena rolled her eyes, but the ghost of a smile curled her
lips. "Well... I forgive you this time, but next time I'm
awarding demerits to both of you."
"Oh, thank you, Mistress," Vivienne gushed, continuing
Kennedy chuckled and shook her head, then shifted her amused
gaze from Vivienne to Lena—and Kennedy found the blond amazon
looking her up and down with a critical eye.
"I can work with that," Lena muttered under her breath, but loud
enough for Kennedy and Vivienne to hear. She took a step
back and clapped her hands. "Warmups!" she barked.
Vivienne scampered forward, Kennedy hurried to follow, and Lena
led them through a series of stretching exercises. After
several minutes, Kennedy's muscles and joints felt loose and
warm and she knew she was ready.
Lena pointed to Vivienne. "The machine," she ordered, and
Vivienne raced to the exercise machine and settled herself on
its padded seat, pressed a conveniently placed touch screen,
then threaded her limbs through the various levers and joints of
the machine and placed her wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles
against the various pads, leaving her in a sort of loose,
"How often and how far do you run?" Lena asked Kennedy.
Kennedy had been watching Vivienne begin a series of alternating
leg-lifts and bicep curls. There was something odd about
the machine's wrist and ankle padding—but Lena had asked her a
question and she turned to face the smiling blonde. "Uh,
three times a week, when I can. And if I get busy during
the week I make up for it on the weekend."
Lena nodded. "And the distance?"
"Oh, I don't know... three miles?"
Lena smiled. "You're asking me?
Kennedy smiled back. "Three miles. Sometimes
less. Sometimes more. I don't push the pace, but I
stay in the zone for the whole time, not counting warmup and
Lena nodded, again. "Adequate, but I'll soon get you
whipped into shape." She pointed to the running
treadmill. "We'll start with an evaluation routine."
She led Kennedy to the machine and the redhead stepped onto the
"Uh, I'm not used to running in my bare feet," Kennedy said as
Lena tapped the machine's touch screen and navigated through
"The program will take that into account," Lena said, her eyes
on the screen. "You'll find that running barefoot is
healthier, once your muscles and tendons get used to it."
She tapped the screen one last time, the machine hummed to life,
the track began to roll, and Kennedy started walking.
"Just follow the instructions on the screen," Lena said, then
turned and strolled back to the center of the gym.
Kennedy continued walking. The graphics on the touchscreen
suggested the walking pace was a warmup and would soon
transition into a level jog. She was sure there was more
vigorous running in her immediate future, but at this time that
was all the scrolling graph revealed.
Meanwhile, Vivienne continued her reps on her machine and Lena
was doing pushups. First the blond amazon did several of
the bent-knee variety—then balanced on her toes and hands with
her body rigid from feet to shoulders—then clapping
pushups—and finally slow, deep, one-handed pushups!
Wow! Kennedy thought, Lena really is in world
Soon the treadmill did pick up the pace, and after a few minutes
Kennedy started to sweat. Vivienne and Lena were also
Pushups over, Lena had begun a series of crunches and
situps. She was impressive.
|The Curious Case...
Kennedy started tackling the inventory records. Her first
order of business was finding and reconciling the various lists,
many of which had been compiled years or even decades
apart. After organizing the existing records, Kennedy set
up a spreadsheet on her laptop. Her plan was to use her
tablet to conduct a physical inventory, room-by-room, starting
at the top of the Castle and updating the spreadsheet as she
went. Then, she'd reconcile her findings. She could
already tell there would be discrepancies, and the oldest
records would probably be the least consistent. It was a
good guess that furniture had been shuffled around and/or
replaced over the years without the records being updated.
Kennedy had her work cut out for her.
And then it was time for the afternoon swim.
Vivienne came and collected Kennedy and they hurried down to the
lake. A switchback trail descended from a door off the
kitchen and down the grassy slope to the stone pier. They
reached the shore and Kennedy beheld the entrance to an
underground "Canoe House" built into the hill. Its
existence was hidden from above, and beyond its double doors
were racks cradling two canoes, one large and one small, and a
pair of single-man kayaks. There was also a row of lockers
and a towel cabinet, similar to the dressing room in the gym up
Kennedy and Vivienne opened lockers and started removing and
hanging their clothes. Soon they were both naked.
Kennedy gazed at her friend and smiled—but did not leer
Vivienne's skin was naturally fair, as in Snow White
fair, but when exposed to the sun it took on a very subtle
dappling. They might technically be called freckles, but
were nothing like the manifest glory of Kennedy's collection of
several million not so subtle freckles. Anyway, her
educated eye discerned that Vivienne was, indeed, getting some
sun, and she didn't have even the slightest hint of a tan
line. Vivienne's nipples were pink, as always, and her
black pubic thatch was neatly trimmed with clearly defined
margins, also as always—but as stated earlier, Kennedy was not
Just then, Lena appeared, jogging down the trail from
above. The descent caused her breasts to bob and
oscillate, but Kennedy didn't leer at them, either. The
tall, tan blonde was already naked, except for a curious pair of
rubber shoes, the kind with individual toes and no arch
support. Apparently, she took the
barefoot-walking-is-healthy thing quite seriously. Her
magnificent, athletic, nude body was smooth, firm, and, like
Vivienne, without tan lines.
Lena stared at Kennedy as she removed her shoes. "Turn
around," she ordered.
Kennedy's response was less than profound. "Huh?"
"She wants to ogle your butt," Vivienne giggled, and Kennedy
"I want to see which areas need the most protection," Lena
explained, then opened the towel cabinet and produced two tubes
"Oh," Kennedy sighed, and turned in a slow pirouette.
"Lily-white, as always," Vivienne giggled.
Kennedy might not be able to control her blush, but she could
and did smile and return fire. "My butt is
lily-white? Your everything is lily-white."
"Yeah, yeah," Lena chuckled, tossed one tube to Kennedy, then
the second to Vivienne. "Head to toe, both of you," she
Kennedy and her grinning friend did as directed, slathering
themselves with the oily creme. Kennedy didn't know why
she was reacting this way. Not having a uniform coat of
freckles was hardly a cause for embarrassment; nor was nudity
for that matter, not to Kennedy. She noted that Lena was
following her own order, but using a third tube of a different
product. Kennedy and Vivienne were both using an SPF 30
sunscreen. Kennedy assumed Lena was using something more
appropriate for her more sun-tolerant complexion.
Once they were all shining with sunscreen, the trio left the
Canoe House. Lena carefully closed the double doors, then
turned, sprinted down the pier, and dove off the end into the
"C'mon!" Vivienne laughed and ran after her.
Kennedy hurried after Vivienne with less enthusiasm.
"Couldn't we dip in a toe, first?"
"No!" Vivienne answered, then dove into the lake and started
swimming for the float.
"Oh, god," Kennedy muttered to herself. The water had to
be cold, and the float was at least 50 yards away. I'm
going to regret this, she thought, but dove after Vivienne
Kennedy managed not to shriek as her head surfaced. Cold!
Cold! Cold! She had no choice but to swim, so
she did. By the time she was halfway to the float, Kennedy
decided she was going to survive, but the water was still cold,
with aspirations of being brisk.
Lena had already tagged the float and was heading back to the
pier, passing Kennedy when she still had several yards to go.
Vivienne reached the float and waited for Kennedy to catch up,
one hand on the gray, weathered wood and kicking to keep
afloat. "Don't stop or the lake monster will get you," she
said as Kennedy finally arrived.
"What lake monster?" Kennedy demanded with a grin.
"Inexplicably transplanted Nile crocodile? Very much not
extinct plesiosaur? Gill man?"
"I've never actually seen it," Vivienne said gravely, "but it's
been known to sneak up on unsuspecting swimmers from underwater
and—" She lunged forward and started tickling Kennedy's
Kennedy giggled, squirmed, and kicked, then counterattacked, her
fingers dancing along Vivienne's sides as the giggling brunette
nymph continued her own nefarious assault on poor, innocent
Kennedy's naked body
"Hey!" Lena shouted. She was treading water midway between
the float and pier. "No playing grab ass, or after laps
I'll make you two tread water 'til you turn blue!"
"Yes, Mistress!" Vivienne shouted, then made one final lunge and
tapped Kennedy's left nipple. "Tag!" she giggled, then
pushed off and swam for the pier.
Kennedy grinned and swam after her.
|The Curious Case...
Vivienne and Kennedy watched TV in the estate's home
theater. Lena was puttering about someplace.
Finally, they decided to retire and started up the Castle
stairs. Vivienne wished her guest goodnight and planted a
kiss on her right cheek, was kissed in return, then continued up
to her own bedroom.
Vivienne removed her clothing and dropped them in the laundry
hamper as she entered the bathroom. She almost always
slept in the nude. She'd donned the nightie and dressing
gown the night before for Kennedy's sake. Lena had accused
her of seduction (and had "punished" her for it), but really,
she'd just wanted to welcome her friend to Vidler Castle without
scandalizing her by suddenly appearing in the nude.
Granted, her baby-blue, barely-there ensemble was very
sexy and might very well have scandalized Kennedy anyway, but
she wasn't really trying to seduce her.
Vivienne grinned, and her reflection grinned back.
Okay, she'd totally been trying to seduce Ken-doll, and
she'd totally deserved Lena's punishment, but she'd seen
the error of her ways and was resolved to follow Mistress'
orders. She would go slow, wait for explicit permission to
start messing with her short, freckled, supremely cute college
chum, and not scare her away. Until the inevitable
happened she'd bide her time... and entertain herself, perhaps
with the vibrator waiting in the bottom drawer of her
Vivienne washed her face, brushed her teeth, and completed the
rest of her evening toilette. Finally ready for bed, she
turned and left the bathroom, turning off the light as she
went. She entered the main bedroom—"Mrrrpfh!"—and walked
right into another hand-gag and arm-pinning embrace from Lena!
"I've decided you can't be trusted to let Kennedy get her beauty
sleep in peace," Lena whispered in Vivienne's right ear,
"so..." She spun her squirming, helpless prisoner around
and dragged her towards the bed. This time, the Mistress
of Vidler Castle was fully clothed, wearing the same jeans and
blouse she'd worn for most of the day.
Vivienne continued struggling, then she saw what was waiting
atop the neatly made bed, froze in Lena's grip and her blue eyes
It was a Darlex sleep-sack—Vivienne's personal Darlex
sleep-sack. In essence, it was a close-fitting sheath,
more or less the shape of a mummy-style sleeping bag. It
zipped up the front and incorporated several nylon straps with
plastic snap-buckles. The body of the sleep-sack was dark bronze
and its straps, buckles, and zipper panels were black, and it
had been custom manufactured to Vivienne's exact measurements
and featured a small zipper over each breast, internal sleeves
that trapped her arms at her sides and rendered her fingers and
hands utterly useless, a pocket between her thighs that would
secure a wand-style vibrator against her crotch, and several
strategically placed D-rings around the periphery that could be
used as lashing points.
"Don't whimper, naughty girl," Lena chuckled, then released both
her hand-gag and the grip she'd been using to pin Vivienne's
arms behind her back. "Climb on the bed so I can tuck you
Vivienne sighed, her eyes on the waiting sleep-sack.
"Please, Mistress," she begged.
"Do you really think I wouldn't notice the way you've
been leering at our guest?" Lena purred, "studying her
freckled face, milky white breasts, firm heinie, ginger bush,
cute little dimpled knees, and dainty feet? Do you really
think I'd let you tickle her ribs and paw her breasts with
"I... I was just being friendly," Vivienne objected.
Lena made no reply other than to point to the bed.
Vivienne heaved yet another sigh, then dragged herself to the
bed and reclined on the mattress. She tucked her feet into
the bottom of the sleep-sack, then slid her arms into the
sleeves, as best she could. Lena tugged the sack further
up the sad little brunette's body and over her shoulders and the
somewhat elastic sheath tightened significantly. It
tightened even more when Lena pulled the zipper all the way up
to Vivienne's throat, but its full-body hug really
kicked into gear when she started snapping the buckles closed,
one-by-one, and tightening the straps. When she was
finished, the straps dimpled the sleep-sack around Vivienne's
ankles, above and below her knees, her thighs, her wrists and
crotch, her elbows and torso below her breasts, and finally, her
neck; however, the collar-strap was significantly less tight.
Vivienne moaned in frustration, squirmed her encased body,
kicked her legs as best she could, and rolled a little from side
to side. The sleep-sack was as restrictive and inescapable
as ever, and her struggles became even less effective as Lena
made her way around the bed, reaching under and pulling out
bungee cord tethers attached to the bed-frame, and snapping
their terminal clips through the sleep-sack's D-rings.
This left Vivienne transfixed in a web of taut elastic
cables. Vivienne could still squirm and roll, a little,
but she would not be leaving the bed until she was
released by her Mistress.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Vivienne sighed. "I was
leering at Kennedy, but did you see the way she was leering at
me? And you too!"
"Nice try," Lena chuckled as she opened the lowest drawer of the
nightstand, "but you still deserve punishment."
Vivienne was hoping Mistress would pull out the wand-vibrator
she kept in the nightstand, loosen the sleep-sack's thigh strap
and slide the wand into the pocket between her thighs until the
business end nudged her pussy, then restore the tightness of the
strap. The horrible (wonderful) device could be set for
continuous or random stimulation. A night of
forced orgasms would be a horrible (wonderful) punishment.
Instead, Lena produced the three-inch wide roll of Elastoplast
tape and pair of bandage scissors Vivienne kept in the same
drawer and snipped a seven-inch strip from the roll.
Vivienne unleashed her most pitiful pout. It wouldn't
work, but she had to try. "Oh, Mistress," she whined.
Lena said nothing, but leaned close with the strip of tape
stretched between her two hands, carefully sealed Vivienne's
lips, then smoothed the tape against her mouth and lower face,
ensuring the adhesive had a tight, uniform grip.
"Mrrrpfh." It was another whine, and was just as
"A gag isn't necessary, of course," Lena purred. "Kennedy
wouldn't be able to hear your pathetic screams unless she was
standing just outside your bedroom door, but a nice tape-gag
makes you feel even more helpless, doesn't it, naughty
girl?" She reached back into the nightstand drawer and
produced the hoped for vibrator, holding the wand of ivory
plastic for Vivienne's inspection. "Do you know what I'm
going to do with this, naughty girl?"
Her eyes on the wand's knob, Vivienne squirmed in her
"Nothing," Lena stated, and returned the vibrator to the drawer.
"That's right, " Lena chuckled, "nothing." She watched as
Vivienne wiggled and tested her Darlex cocoon and bungee
tethers. "I know you'd like nothing better than a nice
multiple orgasm—or ten or twenty—but naughty girls who leer
at their cute little she-leprechaun friends do not get
yummy treats. They get sent to bed without any
"Mrrrrrpfh!" Vivienne squirmed and complained as Lena
strolled to the bedroom door and turned off the lights.
Standing in the open door and silhouetted against the light from
the hallway, Lena paused. "Maybe after a night of
simmering in your juices," she purred, "you'll follow Mistress'
instructions with greater due diligence."
Vivienne tried one last pitiful appeal—"M'mpfh!"—but it fell on
deaf ears. The door closed, she heard the lock engage, and
she was alone, encased, tethered, and gagged on her bed in total
Dawn was many hours away.
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