|by Van ©2017
Flat on her
stomach, naked and hogtied on the semi-soft padding of the York
sister's yoga studio, Kelly had a perfect view of Lin's capture
of Wendy. No doubt the Hojōjutsu maneuver had a
unique, specific name in Japanese, but to Kelly it looked like a
regular judo take-down, only with the hayanawa or
"fast-cord" involved, and the immediate result was Wendy face
down on the floor with one arm trapped under Lin's knee and her
other arm held up and back at full-stretch with cord wrapped
around her wrist, the same thing that had happened to Kelly in
the first demo. Lin's strike had, indeed, been cobra-like,
but unfortunately, Wendy was no mongoose.
"Did you catch that?" Lin inquired as she began executing a
crossed-ankles and crossed-wrists hogtie on her hostess, "by
which I mean the way I caught your boss."
Kelly stared, wide-eyed, as cord slithered and Wendy struggled,
with no more success in preventing Lin's actions that Kelly had
enjoyed during her capture—then realized the question was for
"Uh... could you do it again at half speed?" Kelly requested.
"Probably not," Lin chuckled, "not without having to chase this
one through the house for ten minutes."
"You're putting on weight," Wendy complained as Lin finished her
rope-work and tied a final knot.
Lin's response was a resounding slap on Wendy's firm,
dimpled, milky-white right buttock, and it was much more
businesslike than the playful tap she'd given Kelly's butt-cheek
"Ow," Wendy complained, even though only her pride had been
wounded. She squirmed and tested her bonds.
Wow, Kelly thought. She looks so hot like that,
all tied up and helpless. I wonder how I look.
"Now," Lin said as she gracefully climbed to her feet and
sauntered to the rope cabinet, "you've already learned hayanama
and torinawa. Your third Japanese vocabulary word
for the day is..." She paused to select a very large coil
of rope that was much thicker than the cords she'd used to
capture and bind Kelly and Wendy.
"Yes, yes," Wendy sighed, still squirming in her cord bonds,
"Hiawatha and Torquemada. Get on with it."
Lin rolled her eyes, then tossed the rope bundle towards
Wendy. It landed next to the helpless ginger with a loud thump.
"Enough with the Hiawatha," she ordered, then opened yet another
built-in cabinet, next to the rope cabinet, and revealed a
vertical stack of interior drawers. Lin opened a drawer,
rummaged through its unseen contents, and selected a rattling,
tinkling tangle of narrow, black, leather straps with gleaming
steel buckles and a black rubber ball!
Kelly stared in shock and awe (and arousal). A head
harness! It was something she'd always wanted to
purchase for herself, but could never afford.
Meanwhile, Wendy cleared her throat—"Ahem"—shook away the
strands of ginger hair that had fallen across her face during
her capture, and began to declaim in a loud, clear, dramatic
"By the shores of Gitche Gumee, By the shining
That last "word" wasn't part of Wendy's recitation from
Longfellow's epic poem The Song of Hiawatha, of course,
but the direct result of Lin smiling, strolling to her side,
kneeling, and casually cramming the black sphere of the
harness-gag into her indignant mouth.
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis, Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.
Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and
Kelly continued watching as Lin systematically buckled and
adjusted the gag's many straps, unimpeded by Wendy's continuing
struggles and (apparently) unmoved by the continuous stream of
piteous whines and mewling complaints leaking past its black
rubber sphere. Naked Lin gagging a hogtied and naked
Wendy... sooo hot! A thrill rippled between Kelly's
splayed legs. So very hot! I need a new
word. What's better that 'hot'?
The gagging of her naked, hogtied hostess complete, Lin slid
back a couple of feet... and smiled down at her handiwork.
Wendy worked her jaw and tried to expel the rubber sphere from
her mouth, at least that was what Kelly suspected Wendy was
trying to accomplish. Between the narrow black straps
framing her nose, passing under her chin, across the crown of
her head, encircling her forehead, and buckled under her hair at
the nape of her neck, the squirming redhead's efforts were
reduced to grimacing and a slight quivering of her coral-pink
lips. Wendy's head was thoroughly and tightly caged and
her lower jaw immobilized.
"Now," Lin said, still smiling at Wendy's pathetic efforts to
escape her cord and harness predicament, "as I was saying, our
third vocabulary word for the day is honnawa, which
means 'main-rope'." She picked up the large bundle of
actual rope she'd tossed next to Wendy and released the hitch
and wrappings enforcing the neat roll.
Kelly shivered and wiggled as she watched the long... very
long rope play out. The loosening coils rattled and shook
as they struck the floor. Kelly's best guess as to the
total length of the brown, multi-strand, twisted hemp or jute
rope was... sixty feet? Eighty? Maybe even
"Capture is only the first step in the judicial process for our
hypothetical criminal," Lin lectured, smiling at Kelly.
"Once formally indicted, 'Daughter of the moon, Nokomis',
here—" She'd nodded at Wendy's butt and Kelly couldn't
help but giggle. "—would be bound for transport. In
those times, all actual trials were held at the capital, and
that often required a hike of several days or even weeks, with
custody of the prisoner being transferred between jurisdictions
at every provincial border." She started sorting through
the very long honnawa. "Each constabulary had a
unique, proprietary method of tying up their prisoners, by the
way, so that meant a lot of tying and untying for the
Wendy stopped squirming and—with a pathetic little gagged whine
that sent another shiver through Kelly's pussy—rested the side
of her leather-caged face on the padded floor.
"After every hard day's march," Lin continued, "the prisoner had
to be secured for the night, of course." She indicated
Wendy's hogtied and harness-gagged form with a graceful
gesture. "I will now demonstrate one such method."
She winked at Kelly. "This is gonna take a while."
"Uh... okay," Kelly muttered. She'd only just remembered
that she wasn't the one with the black rubber ball
crammed in her mouth, so when spoken to it was only polite for
her to answer.
Meanwhile, maintaining total control of her naked, bound, and
gagged hostess, Lin simultaneously released elements of Wendy's
torinawa hogtie and replaced them with tight,
elaborate coils of honnawa.
Obviously, Kelly mused, whatever Lin has in
mind is gonna take a while.
better to do, other than idly squirming and wiggling in her
cord-enforced hogtie, Kelly watched as Lin expended more and
more of the honnawa. In only a few minutes Wendy
was free of the much shorter torinawa, but that was the
only way in which she was free. Slowly, over the course of
what felt like at least an hour, rope slipped, slid, and
tightened. Lin took her time and maintained tension in her
composition as she worked. Kelly was exhausted just
watching. She lost count of the number of times Lin drew
the entire length of the remaining rope through some neatly
formed hitch in her handiwork, foot by slithering foot.
By the time Lin tied the final fully functional and
highly decorative knot, Wendy was no longer hogtied on her
stomach, but was in what Kelly recognized as a shrimp-tie.
Being something of an aficionado of fun-with-rope, Kelly was
familiar enough with Japanese bondage techniques to recognize
the form. Whether or not Hojōjutsu had its own
special jargon name for the shrimp-tie, she had no idea, and Lin
appeared to be done lecturing for the day.
Anyway, Kelly's super-nice and super-hot junior employer was now
also super-helpless... as opposed to being merely helpless...
like Kelly. Wendy was now sitting on the mat-floor in a
semi-lotus, her arms folded behind her back with her forearms
pressed together and against her spine. Also, she was
leaning forward in a semi-stringent, involuntary crunch.
And Lin's macrame-like web of honnawa enforced the pose,
leaving Wendy very little wiggle room.
It's really a combination box-tie and frog-tie,
Kelly mused, gazing at the neat, multiple strands passing above
and below Wendy's breasts, yoking her shoulders, and pinning her
upper arms to her torso, as well as the strands binding her
crossed ankles and binding her lower legs to her thighs.
The unique elements making her predicament a shrimp-tie were the
multiple strands passing behind Wendy's head and looped around
her crossed ankles, forcing her to lean forward into the
crunch. She was "free" to turn her harness-gagged head and
the ropes in no way interfered with her breathing, but the
position couldn't possibly be comfortable.
There was another aspect of Wendy's bonds. They were...
pretty. There was no other way Kelly could characterize
the pattern of elaborate, taut, flesh-dimpling strands.
And she couldn't help but marvel at the skill and planning that
had gone into the composition. From the very beginning,
Lin must have had the exact final form of what
would become Wendy's shrimp-tie bondage fully formed in her
mind, as well as all the intermediate steps required to make it
happen and what was required to keep Wendy under
control as she made it all happen. Lin was, indeed, a
Mistress of the Art!
Task complete, Lin was sitting in a relaxed semi-lotus, midway
between the hogtied Kelly and the shrimp-tied Wendy. Kelly
noted that Lin's pose was the same as her hostess, meaning
Kelly's junior boss, only without the bondage or
mandatory crunch. Also, Kelly noted, Lin wasn't
harness-gagged. And finally... Lin was beautiful... with
her fingers gracefully curled and her hands resting atop her
crossed ankles and pointing feet... beautiful. Wendy was
also beautiful, of course, but Lin was... beautiful.
"Uh, that's Shibari, right?" Kelly inquired.
"Hmmm..." Lin smiled. "That's a gray area," she
purred. "And I believe you mean Kinbaku. The
end result could definitely be called Kinbaku; however,
I used Hojōjutsu techniques to control and redirect
Wendy's resistance to suit my purposes. Also, this is not
a recognized historical and documented Hojōjutsu form.
I'm sure strict traditionalists might be offended, but I refuse
to limit myself to one... shall we say... discipline?"
"Okay," Kelly sighed, continuing to gaze at her helpless junior
boss. Tight rope. Freckled skin. Ginger hair
cascading down her back in a loose, harness-enforced
ponytail. Milky-white, rope-framed, hanging breasts.
Wiggling toes. Ocular daggers flying in Kelly's direction
from Wendy's frowning green eyes. Oops!
Kelly redirected her now embarrassed and chagrined gaze to
Lin. "Well, thanks for the demo," she said, mustering all
the enthusiasm and sincerity she could manage. "I suppose
you should release Mistress Wendy first, seeing as how she's
all... uh... tied up like that."
Lin's smile widened. "Wendy's right," she chuckled.
"You are a cute, thoughtful, adorable girl,
"Uh, thanks," Kelly blushed, "I guess."
Wendy continued staring daggers, dividing the razor-sharp and
apparently ineffective stream between her maid and guest.
Meanwhile, Lin had gracefully climbed to her feet, positioned
her nude, glorious body close beside Kelly's nude, hogtied body,
then dropped to the floor and resumed her former half-lotus.
"Oh!" Kelly gasped. Lin, with surprising strength and in
one fluid motion, had rolled Kelly onto her side and lifted her
helpless body, repositioning her on her back with her head and
shoulders cradled in Lin's lap. Kelly gazed up into Lin's
smiling, beautiful face, then turned to Wendy. The
shrimp-tied ginger was rolling her green eyes and squirming her
fair, freckled body, continuing to fight her elaborate bonds,
still without success. At least she isn't staring
daggers anymore, Kelly thought, then returned her gaze to
Lin... by way of her captor's firm, perfect (albeit modest)
Lin smiled and began running her fingers through Kelly's short
russet hair, although the pixie-cut in no way required
grooming. "I assume Wendy's already told you I'm an
artist," she said.
"Uh..." Kelly wiggled for comfort. Her heart was
hammering and her throat suddenly dry. "Not actually."
"I see," Lin purred, and redirected her smile to Wendy.
"Just for that, you get untied last," she teased.
Kelly couldn't help but giggle. Her heart was still
Lin's angelic smile returned to Kelly. "I'm a
sculptor. Also, a performance artist. I'd love for
you to visit my studio."
"Yeah, sure," Kelly answered, stole a gaze at Wendy, who had
paused in her fruitless struggles to gaze at her maid's nude,
hogtied body. Kelly realized her crossed ankles and bent,
splayed legs were putting her crotch on prominent display... and
there was nothing she could do about it, other than blush and
return her gaze to Lin. "Thanks. I'll have to wait
for a day off, of course."
Lin's smile broadened. "I'm sure I can persuade your
employers to give you a little free time." She grinned at
Wendy. "What about it, 'Nokomis'? Are you willing to
let me borrow your maid for a few hours?"
Wendy's response was ambiguous, at best. "Mrrrpfh."
This left Lin free to interpret. "There, see?" she smiled
at Kelly. "Let me know when you'd like to drop by.
I'll leave my card in the traditional manner on the entryway
Before Kelly could point out that a caller leaving her card for
her hostess' maid was hardly traditional, there was a
gasp from the doorway closest to the front of the house.
"Oh!" It was Mistress Alice, wearing one of her business
suits. "Hello, Lin." Alice was smiling, or grimacing
in shock and surprise, or something. "Hojōjutsu
"Busted," Lin chuckled, continuing to groom Kelly's red,
Alice focused her smile—and now it was clear that it was
a smile—on Kelly. "Instructive?"
"You betcha!" Kelly responded with genuine enthusiasm.
Alice and Lin laughed. Wendy rolled her eyes, again.
"Well, if you don't mind," Alice continued, "dinner is in one
hour, so I require the services of my maid." She was
addressing Lin, of course. "You will be staying,
"Thank you," Lin answered. "That's very kind."
"Excellent!" Alice turned and left the yoga studio.
Lin gently eased Kelly off her lap, rolled her onto her stomach
and breasts, and began untying her torinawa bonds.
By chance or design, Kelly had an excellent view of Wendy and
her shrimp-tied and harness-gagged condition as her hogtie
loosened and melted away.
"I still think you should untie Wendy first," Kelly whispered as
the last loop of cord left her wrist.
"And I still think you're adorable," Lin chuckled. "Better
"Yeah," Kelly agreed. She climbed to her feet, stretched,
then padded to the hidden clothes cabinet and began following
Lin's advice. Soon—wearing panties, bra, pastel-green and
white uniform, sensible shoes, and silly, white-lace maid's
bonnet—Kelly turned to face Lin and Wendy.
Wendy was still bound and gagged and Lin had resumed her
comfortable half-lotus and was gazing at Wendy.
"Well... thanks for the demo," Kelly said, then dropped a
curtsy. "See ya soon."
"Goodbye, Kelly," Lin purred, "and you're very welcome."
Kelly turned and left the studio, heading for the kitchen to
check in with Cook and receive any special instructions required
on how to serve whatever was on the menu. She turned for a
last gaze at Wendy and her guest. Wendy was still naked,
shrimp-tied, and harness-gagged. Lin was still gazing at
her handiwork with a serene smile... and making no move to start
dismantling her latest composition.
I've got to ask her how she gets that cute little flip at the
end, Kelly reminded herself as she scurried away.
She was thinking of Lin's ponytail, of course.
entree was Roasted Pork Loin in Fig Sauce, and as per Cook's
instructions, Kelly set the "Family Dining Room" for two, as
opposed to the much larger "Formal Dining Room" that was
accessed through a different swinging door. Kelly had
objected that there should be three place settings, but
Emily shook her head and was quite firm.
"Mistress says only two," the busy Brit explained.
"What about Mistress?" Kelly demanded.
"Mistress says Mistress will be dining in her room," Emily said.
"Whatever," Kelly shrugged, then set to work.
Actually, their use of "Mistress" to mean Mistress Alice and/or
Mistress Wendy was not ambiguous. By this time
Kelly had enough experience filling Bess' shoes to be totally in
sync with Cook.
Even though the event was just Alice and Lin, two friends
sharing a casual meal, Kelly was kept hopping for the next two
hours preparing the table, pouring wine, carrying out the
soup... followed by the salad... followed by the main course...
followed by dessert... then clearing the table and helping Emily
The impromptu dinner party over (and a smashing success), Kelly
returned from wiping down the dining room table and restoring
its floral centerpiece to find Emily preparing a tray for
Mistress, as opposed to Mistress, who had just dined.
Mistress Alice was somewhere in the house, probably either
working in her home office or reading in bed (although it was
a little early for Mistress Alice to retire).
Lin had left immediately after the meal, or so Kelly
assumed. She'd been too busy with cleanup to notice and
hadn't been summoned to the entryway to help the departing guest
don her coat.
As for Mistress Wendy... Kelly assumed Lin had untied her and
she was sulking in her room... hence the requirement for Kelly
to bring her a tray.
Cook put the finishing touches on a plate of finger sandwiches
composed of toast squares, pork medallions, a dash of sauce and
fig compote, and salad greens, each held together by a
decorative toothpick. Also on the tray was a linen napkin,
an open bottle of Pinot noir, and a stemmed glass.
"Ready," Emily said with a broad smile as she added a leafy
lettuce leaf and a radish rose garnish to the plate.
"Knock on Mistress' door, twice, then enter. And for
heaven's sake, don't drop the tray."
"Oh, please." Kelly favored Cook with an even (and
mildly resentful) stare. "When have I ever been a
klutz? Why should I drop the tray?"
Emily's response was a bubbly giggle. "Just be
careful. I'm for bed, so if you do make a mess,
you'll be on your own cleaning it up and putting together a
"Whatever," Kelly sighed, picked up the tray, and headed for
Wendy's bedroom. She had no idea what Emily had been going
on about. Kelly was an experienced waitress and could
weave her way through a crowded restaurant with a tray holding
up to six fully loaded plates, and without sloshing gravy or
scattering peas, much less dropping the thing. That had never
happened. Okay, it very rarely happened.
Anyway, what was the big deal?
The actual big deal of the day, of course, had been Wendy naked,
harness-gagged, and shrimp-tied in the yoga studio—and Kelly had
gotten to watch the entire process from capture to binding to
squirming and struggling. A pity she'd missed out on
Wendy's release back into the wild, but a job is a job. I
wonder if Mistress is in a good mood, Kelly thought, or
is she enjoying in a nice post-bondage sulk. Maybe that's
what Emily's afraid of, that Mistress will bark at me and that's
why I'd drop the tray. As if!
Arriving at Wendy's bedroom, Kelly-the-expert-waitress balanced
the tray in her left palm, rapped on the door, twice, as
ordered, and assumed her best tip-inducing smile. Without
waiting for a reply from within she turned the doorknob,
simultaneously bumped the door open with her hip, executed a
half turn, took hold of the tray with both hands, and crossed
And then—despite Emily's prescient warning—Kelly very nearly
dropped the tray! Also, her green eyes popped
wide and she stifled a horrified gasp!
was in bed.
Also, she was naked and bound by what was almost certainly the
same very super-long torinawa that had comprised
Mistress' bondage in the yoga studio. In any case Wendy
was in the very same half-shrimp-tie/box-tie! The pattern
of the ropes and hitches dimpling Wendy's upper arms, framing
her breasts, and yoking her freckled shoulders was
unchanged. In short, Kelly surmised Wendy's legs had been
untied, but not her arms and torso.
Also, the still very long lower half of the torinawa had
been put to a new use, that of looping back and forth and
loosely tethering Wendy's upper body between the left and right
upper bedposts. Finally, cords lashed Kelly's folded legs
at the thighs and ankles and stretched down to the lower
bedposts. Kelly suspected the cords were the same pair of
hayanawa Lin had used in the studio to capture first
Kelly, and then Wendy.
In short, Wendy was on her back, reclined against several
pillows piled against the headboard, with her legs bent and
knees splayed, and a super-abundance of rope and an abundance of
cord making very sure she stayed that way. Oh-by-the-way,
from Kelly's position, Wendy's upper thighs, naked pussy, and
ginger pubic hair were on open and involuntary display.
The head-harness still caged Mistress' head and its ball still
filled her mouth. Wendy's green eyes were wide and she
stared at Kelly in a manner the shocked maid categorized as
In other breaking news, Lin had not gone home after the
dinner party, as Kelly had assumed, but was naked and reclined
on her stomach between Wendy's legs! She was smiling at
Kelly, her hands on Wendy's inner thighs, and Kelly surmised she
had interrupted Lin in the process of giving Wendy another
demonstration, and this time it was cunnilingus! Both
Mistress and her guest were glowing, meaning blushing (in
several places) with patinas of sweat glistening on their firm,
smooth freckled and tan bodies, respectively.
"Oh, you've brought me a snack," Lin said with a warm
smile. "How very kind."
Kelly blinked several times before answering (accompanied by the
tinkling chime of the wine glass rattling against the
bottle). "Uh... Mistress!" she finally managed to
blurt. "It's for Mistress!"
"I see," Lin purred. Still smiling, she nodded at Wendy's
flushed, mortified, harness-gagged face. "Your mistress is
tied up at the moment, but I'll make sure she cleans her plate
before morning, like a good girl."
"Uh... Sure... Okay." Kelly carried the still
tinkling tray to the bedside table, being careful not to trip as
she stole quick, sideways glances at Wendy's white breasts and
pointing nipples... Lin's dimpled butt and smooth back...
Wendy's pink, glistening labia... etc. She deposited the
tray, hurried back to the door, paused to drop a quick (and
uncharacteristically clumsy) curtsy, then made a hurried exit.
Kelly took several deep breaths, leaning her back against the
far side of the closed door. Her heart was hammering and
she could just hear the twittering music of Lin's
laughter through the thick wood. "Wow-wow-wow!" she panted
in a whisper, then swallowed and suppressed the shivers rippling
up and down her spine (and between her legs). "Wow."
Her heart still tripping, Kelly made her way back to the kitchen
to find Emily, iPad in hand, taking inventory of a pantry
cabinet. At least, that was what Kelly thought she was
Eyes still wide, Kelly pointed back the way she'd come.
"Mistress!" she gasped. "Lin!"
Emily smiled. "Yes?"
"In the bedroom!" Kelly continued. "They... On the
"Yes, Silly Goose?" Emily prompted, now smiling and
batting her eyes.
"They..." Kelly stopped. She'd suddenly realized
Emily knew perfectly well that Lin hadn't gone home, and
probably had a good idea of what was happening in the
bedroom. And the smiling Brit had sent her in with the
tray—with only a nonspecific and totally inadequate
warning. "You rat," Kelly accused.
"I don't know what you mean?" Emily replied, never
batting an eye—or rather, no longer batting an
eye. Her sunny, irritating, dimpled smile was unchanged.
"Urrr!" Kelly growled, spun on her heel, and headed for the
door. She paused at the threshold. "That reminds
me," she huffed. "Lin ordered curried Swordfish Benedict
with Quail Eggs for breakfast. You better start working on
the sauces and making the homemade muffins right away if you
want any sleep tonight." She made her exit, the
sound of Emily's giggling laugh was cut off as the door swung
closed, and she stomped to the back staircase and up to the
Still in a huff, Kelly made her preparations for bed, disrobed,
and slid between the sheets. Lying on her back with the
covers pulled up to her chin, Kelly stared up at the dark
ceiling, trying not to think about what was happening one floor
down in Wendy's bedroom.
"Wow," she whispered to the surrounding darkness.
The bracket hardware was still mounted to the underside of her
bed's side-rails, but the accompanying and no doubt complicated
and inescapable restraint system was still locked away and
inaccessible... to Kelly... who wouldn't have been able to strap
herself into all of it anyway... however it worked.
Also... Lin was busy with Wendy... doing stuff. Cook was
available, and so was Mistress Alice, but in any case, Kelly
wasn't about to go begging for help making herself helpless...
or for help relieving the tension of the day.
Kelly would just have to do it herself.
A few minutes later Kelly was back in bed and under the covers,
but now—the cloth belt from her bathrobe bound her ankles—a pair
of panties were stuffed in her mouth and held there by a folded
bandana tied as a tight cleave-gag—and finally, her wrists were
tied together with a long, thin, lightweight summer scarf.
It was minimal bondage, but would have to suffice.
Woe is me! Kelly mentally declaimed as she gently stroked
her pussy with the fingers of her "cruelly bound" hands—kicked,
squirmed, and struggling to free her "cruelly bound" ankles—and
mewled nearly inaudible pleas through the inexplicably effective
panties and bandana almost silencing her "cruelly gagged"
mouth. Kelly was totally incapable of rescuing Poor
Mistress Wendy from the evil, erotic depredations of the Evil
Villainess Lin! It was Kelly's solemn duty as Wendy's
loyal maid to come to the aid of the beautiful, freckled,
ginger-goddess who was her employer... but Kelly was bound and
gagged! Oh, the horror!
Finally (rather quickly, actually), Kelly accomplished her
tension-relieving goal... sighed through her gag and stretched
in her bonds, as best she could... then drifted off to sleep...
still bound, gagged, and "helpless".
morning Kelly woke oddly refreshed—emphasis on oddly. She
wasn't physically sore from the previous day's adventure in the
yoga studio. Also, she wasn't emotionally frazzled by
having entered Mistress Wendy's bedroom to bring Mistress her
dinner and finding Lin snacking on Mistress' pussy! Kelly
had slept soundly. She wasn't even distressed to open her
eyes and find herself self-bound in bed. Go figure.
Still, in some unspecified, subliminal way, things were... odd.
Formal meals at Castle York were rare, yesterday's impromptu
dinner being an exception to the rule. The maid (Kelly)
wasn't usually required to serve at table, and today was no
exception (so far). Alice, Wendy, and Lin enjoyed a
breakfast of Sausage, Spinach, and Apple Strata, a kind of quick
casserole. (Luckily, Cook had recognized Kelly's baldfaced
lie that Lin had ordered Swordfish Benedict as a joke.)
Kelly and Cook enjoyed their breakfast in the kitchen, while
Mistress' and their guest took their plates to the family dining
And while Kelly thought she detected a slight blush on Mistress
Wendy's freckled cheeks, otherwise it was all domestic business
After breakfast Lin made her exit, reminding Kelly that she was
invited to visit her studio, and as promised her card was
waiting on the silver tray on the side-table near the
entryway. Kelly blushed as Lin planted a kiss on her cheek
and transferred the card from the tray to her apron
pocket. Unfortunately, Kelly's response wasn't up to her
usual standard of wit and eloquence. "Uh... yeah."
Both Alice and Wendy were present and they exchanged a smile but
said nothing. Once Lin was safely away, Alice smiled at
Kelly. "Any day this week is fine, dear," she said.
"I don't believe there's anything special on the social
Still blushing (for some reason), Kelly remained semi
tongue-tied. "Uh, sure, thanks."
And with that, Kelly started her workday. As her preferred
green and white outfit was stuffed in a big canvas bag with
other dirty clothes and waiting to be taken to the laundry
service, she was wearing a black and white uniform. She
hadn't been in either a pink or baby-blue mood when
dressing. Then and now, she wasn't in a black mood,
either. Kelly was feeling rather reflective, which wasn't
Bondage games happened at Castle York, which wasn't exactly a
profound insight. Mistress Alice indulged in
self-bondage. (Kelly had already decided that being
super-rich and super-nice, maid-mediated bondage
qualified as self-bondage for the 60-something redhead.)
Also, Kelly had already participated in a Hojōjutsu demo
in the yoga studio, as well as witnessing what she'd witnessed
last night in Wendy's bedroom. So, Mistress Wendy was also
a player. As for Cook... Emily seemed to know what was
going on, but other than pranking Kelly by sending her to
Wendy's bedroom only semi-unaware of what she'd find, the bubbly
Brit wasn't a player... or was she?
First on Kelly's admittedly undemanding work schedule was
dusting the York sister's humongous library. She took a
feather duster from the first floor broom closet and made her
way to the literary repository in question. It was home to
hundreds and hundreds of books of various size and shape, most
of them bound in leather, neatly arrayed in wall-to-wall and
ceiling-to-floor wooden shelves.
Maybe I should cozy up to Emily and get the lowdown on all
the York bondage games, Kelly thought. It was
probably good to gather intel before deciding if she wanted to
play... at some level... assuming her temporary employers would
let her play. Kelly was already playing, of
course, but so far she was a more of a prop than a player.
Did she want to be more that a prop? Hell yes!
Kelly decided, I think... probably.
Kelly used the library ladders to reach the upper shelves of the
bookcases and run the duster over the books' spines and the wood
in front. This was dusting, not a complete cleaning.
That would involve taking down each and every tome, one at a
time, and using a tack cloth. That was an annual
occurrence performed by the York sister's cleaning service, not
the job of the live-in maid, for which Kelly was very
As Kelly dusted the shelves her eyes traveled across the titles
of the expensively bound volumes without really reading them—but
suddenly, that changed! Kelly's eyes locked and she found
herself staring at a brown leather volume entitled The
Adventures of Sweet Gwendoline, by John Willie!
Kelly and Sweet Gwendoline went way back. She
owned a copy, of course, but hers was the "normal" edition and
was not bound in obviously super-expensive leather
stamped with gold leaf.
Kelly had never identified with the Gwendoline character.
Willie's blond, habitually rope-challenged "heroine" was too
much of an airhead, almost a living bondage doll. Nor did
she identify with U89, the secret agent character and top to
Gwendoline's bottom. U89 was way too much of a
badass. Kelly had always stuck up for herself, when the
occasion called for it, but badassery wasn't her thing. Now
Lin, on the other hand, Kelly mused as she gazed at
the book's spine, Lin would make a great U89.
Kelly didn't identify with the villains either. As far as
she was concerned, "M" (aka the Mysterious Countess) and D'Arcy
were walking plot devices.
Oddly—and ironically, as she was standing on the ladder dressed
in a black and white maid's uniform—Kelly had always identified
with the maid, not Zaza, the evil maid of the evil Countess, but
Fifi, the Auntie character's loyal (and occasionally
mischievous) maid. Fifi got to play with Gwen (now and
then) and also was herself a damsel-in distress (now and
then). Yes, Kelly identified with Fifi. It was sort
of the best of both worlds, or the best of the same world, or
Kelly slipped the handle of the feather duster into her apron
pocket, pulled the book from the shelf, and carefully climbed
down the ladder. She placed the duster and Willie's
collected works on a nearby table, clicked on a traditional
reading light with a green glass shade, and opened the
book. It was the same size and shape as Kelly's copy, and
by every appearance the contents were the same. Did
the Bélier Press make a special edition for super-rich people?
Kelly wondered, or did the York sisters have a 'normal' copy
custom bound in leather? Kelly couldn't be sure, but
her money was on the latter. If the volume before her was
a Special Edition, the paper would probably be of better quality
and with gold leaf (or paint) trimming the edges.
All thoughts of her work-related duties on hold, Kelly slowly
turned the pages. She was most of the way through Sweet
Gwendoline and the Race for the Gold Cup (the reworked and
expanded version that started on page 202) when Wendy breezed
into the room.
"Hard at work, I see," the younger York sister said with a
Kelly blinked in embarrassment and grabbed the feather
duster. "Oh, sorry! I—"
"Just kidding," Wendy chuckled as she stepped forward and stood
next to her mildly flustered maid.
Kelly composed herself as Wendy focused on the book. It
was open to pages 246 and 247. The left page pictured an
iconic image of Gwen lashed to a tree and not being
rescued by U89, as well as "M" and D'Arcy, disguised as gypsies,
selling a stolen horse to "Rumpot-Bob"; while the right page
documented a minor domestic drama involving "M", a maid who
wasn't specified as Zaza but did have a French accent,
Cook (who was definitely not Emily), and the clamping of
a set of "irons" on the unfortunate maid.
Her gaze locked on page 247, Wendy addressed her still slightly
embarrassed maid. "Did you enjoy yesterday's
demonstration?" she purred.
"Enjoy?" Kelly said quietly. "I wouldn't say 'enjoy',
exactly, but, yeah. It was... informative."
"Indeed," Wendy chuckled, then turned and focused her smile on
Kelly. "And thank you for delivering my dinner last
Kelly blushed. It felt like her cheeks were on fire!
"Sure, no problem," she muttered. "All part of the
"Silly Goose," Wendy chuckled, then focused on the page 247,
once again. "By this time you may have realized that my
sister and I have an unconventional sense of fun."
"No kidding," Kelly huffed, then her eyes popped wide.
"Oh, sorry! I didn't mean... That is... Sorry,
Wendy chuckled. "Such impertinence."
She was kidding, of course. Kelly could tell.
"So, tell me, Kelly," Wendy continued, still gazing at the book,
"are you okay with that? By which I mean our sense of
"Uh, of course," Kelly responded, then cleared her throat.
"Ahem. Yeah, sure."
Wendy's smile broadened. "Good." Her green eyes were
still on the book. "In that vein, slovenly work habits and
impertinence cannot go unpunished. To quote the
Mysterious Countess..." She traced a line of dialogue in
page 247's upper right panel with her index finger. "Tell
Cook to put you in irons—at once!" She smiled at
Kelly. "Consider that an order."
"Good one," Kelly chuckled. Wendy continued gazing at her,
her smile unchanged. "Uh... that is a joke,
"Slovenly, impertinent, and now disobedient as well?" Wendy
purred. She looked around the library. "Where's my
"Wendy!" Kelly whined, then blinked in alarm. "I
"Silly Goose," Wendy chuckled. "Do it!" She
winked. "Let's see how Emily reacts."
"Uh, okay," Kelly answered with a nervous grin, then her smile
broadened. Oh, I get it! she
thought. A chance to prank Emily! Why not?
"Right away, Mistress."
Without further ado Kelly dropped a curtsy and beat feet for the
kitchen. She glanced back as she crossed the library
threshold to find Mistress Wendy still gazing at the open
book. The gorgeous, 40-something ginger turned the page...
then Kelly was in the hallway and on her way to tease Cook by
relaying Mistress Wendy's "order" to put her in irons. She
could already picture Emily's wide-eyed, shocked, flustered
response. With Emily's accent, it was gonna be something
out of a Monty Python skit! It was gonna be classic!