|by Van ©2017
with a smile on her face.
She was naked and badly in need of a shower... which she could
hear running through the half-open door leading to the bedroom's
attached bathroom. Her muscles were sore (just a little)
and her wrists and ankles red (just a little), but neither
condition was a result of any lack of skill as a rigger on Lin's
part, but rather a testament to Kelly's enthusiasm for the
previous night's activities. She'd rubbed herself
raw. Lin was off the hook as far as Kelly was
concerned. She gazed at her right wrist and sighed.
The redness was there, but probably wouldn't be noticed back at
Castle York... she hoped. Oh well, couldn't be helped,
Kelly wasn't tied up at the moment. Obviously, Lin had
untied her sometime during the night. Kelly wasn't sure
exactly when. She'd probably been in a post-orgasmic coma
at the time.
The shower stopped. Lin's clean, Kelly reasoned, and
now she's naked... and wet... with water dripping down her
perfect body... and clean. Kelly sighed.
A glance at the light leaking around the bedroom's drawn
curtains and the digital clock on the bedside table confirmed
that it was a tad early, but still more-or-less the time Kelly
usually climbed out of bed. Apparently Lin was also an
early riser. Kelly stretched amid the rumpled sheets,
climbed from Lin's bed, then, careful not to trip on the jumble
of hemp rope cluttering the floor, stretched again. This
time she reached for the ceiling and arched her back. She
then padded into the bathroom.
Lin was primping at the mirror, her back to Kelly—which meant
her strong back, firm, dimpled rump, and strong legs were facing
Kelly. The gorgeous Asian beauty was running a
comb through her long, straight, ebony hair.
If any part of Kelly's body had a right to be tired, it was her
pussy, but the damn thing was purring again. Down,
girl! Kelly focused her smile on the reflection of
Lin's gorgeous face, which at the moment was smiling
back at her.
"Morning!" Lin said brightly.
"Morning!" Kelly gushed, padded forward, and embraced Lin from
"Stop!" Lin giggled, extricated herself from Kelly's arms, spun
until they were face to face, then pulled her back into an
embrace and kissed Kelly's smiling lips.
Kelly returned the kiss... then registered a whining complaint
when Lin pushed her away again. "Lin!"
"Shower," Lin ordered, pointing at the empty stall.
Kelly glanced at the wet, tiled cubicle, then back at her
hostess. "I've made you all funky again, haven't I?
Guess we better both get in the shower."
"Cheeky monkey," Lin chuckled. "I'm fine, and you need to
hurry up and get clean, then meet me in the kitchen for
breakfast, then scamper off to work before Wendy
punishes you for being late."
Kelly affected her best worried frown. "What do you think
she'd do?" she sighed, blinking her eyes.
Lin laughed and returned to combing her hair. "Go," she
Kelly heaved a theatrical sigh, then turned on the shower and
stepped under the stream. The hot water felt
glorious. She thought about everything that had happened
last night in Lin's bed (what she could remember), and a
delicate thrill rippled down her spine and took a quick spin
around her pussy. Down girl, she admonished
her most intimate anatomy. Bad pussy,
bad! Behave yourself.
Kelly's lips were still curled in a smile, a decidedly goofy
smile, and she couldn't help it.
shower, breakfast of sticky-buns and coffee, cinnamon-flavored
goodbye kiss from her hostess, and quick cab ride later, Kelly
was back at Castle York. She let herself in, hurried up to
her room, and changed from her blue sundress to a black and
white maid's uniform. Then, feeling insufficiently
caffeinated, she scampered down to the kitchen for another cup
of joe before starting work.
Emily was present, as expected, and the smiling blond Brit was
arranging several small bowls of dry and wet ingredients to
either side of a large bowl. Obviously baking of some sort
"Good morning!" Emily gushed. "You look chipper this
Kelly blushed and made a beeline for the single-cup coffeemaker
the York sisters and their staff used when single cups were
required, as opposed to coffee by the carafe. There was a
big machine for that.
"Mornin'," Kelly responded with a sullen pout. "And don't
start with me, Emily," she huffed as she punched the
coffeemaker's power button, then filled one of the machine's
tiny reusable pods from a canister of ground coffee (Starbuck's®
Cafe Verona). "I don't need your judgmental
attitude right now," she continued as she verified that the
reservoir was filled to the proper level, inserted the pod,
positioned an empty mug on the little platform under the spout,
then hit the "Brew" button. "If Mistress Lin wants me to
spend the night and Mistress Wendy gives her permission, it's
none of your beeswax... so don't say anything. In fact,
just... shut up."
Still smiling the same friendly, bubbly smile, Emily began
combining the dry ingredients into the big bowl.
"Lin is gorgeous, as you well know," Kelly continued as the mug
filled with rich, aromatic, steaming hot coffee, "and she's a
really talented artist, and she's... gorgeous, so... if she
likes me, that's okay. You shouldn't be jealous, 'cause
there's no reason." She stole a glance at the smiling
Brit. "I'm sure she likes you too."
Emily nodded once as she used a large spoon to turn and combine
the dry ingredients.
"And it's not like it's a thing," Kelly sighed. "I
mean, it is a thing, but it's not a thing
thing. It's just... Lin being gorgeous and hot." She
sipped her coffee. "Hot," she repeated, meaning both Lin
and the coffee.
Emily nodded again, her smile never wavering. She began
adding the wet ingredients, one by one, and continuing to stir.
"Will it happen again?" Kelly thought aloud, then heaved yet
another sigh. "Dear. Lord. I hope so," she
said in a whisper. A shiver traveled through her body,
then she continued in her normal voice. "Not the exact same
thing, of course, but... something." She sipped her
coffee. "Something wonderful."
Emily continued smiling and stirring the bowl with slow, even
strokes, turning but not over-mixing the batter.
"Well," Kelly, said as she finished her coffee and rinsed the
mug in the sink. "I'm glad we had this talk, and sorry I
snapped at you, but you were being a little... perky."
With that, Kelly turned and left the kitchen to begin her
workday, but as the door swung closed she heard Emily giggle.
"Adorable," the Brit sighed.
Kelly blushed as the door finished closing.
the schedule Kelly was a half-day behind in her work, but the
schedule in question wasn't particularly demanding to begin
with, so all that was required was for her to pick up the pace a
little. If her cunning plan succeeded Kelly figured she'd
be all caught up by sunset.
A flurry of dusting, vacuuming, and laundry gathering ensued,
and as Kelly finished each job she went to the nearest
touch-screen and checked it off the list. Just after lunch
(which gave her another opportunity to apologize for going off
on Emily earlier and being such a prize jerk) Kelly checked the
schedule and found that "Yoga" had superseded vacuuming the
third floor hallways in the 2-4PM time-block.
"Great," she muttered under her breath, "now I'll never
get caught up." On the other hand... Kelly
smiled. Lin! Should she ask Emily or
Mistress Wendy if Lin would be leading the class? No,
Kelly decided, better if I play it cool.
Close to the appointed time Kelly hurried to her room, removed
her uniform and underwear, then shrugged into a short,
half-sleeve robe of silk-like microfiber in a very pretty shade
of sea-glass green. It had magically appeared in her
closet the day after her first yoga lesson. The mystery
was solved later, when Mistress Wendy asked her how she liked
the robe, confirming that it was a gift. Super-nice.
Both York sisters were super-nice.
Kelly entered the yoga studio to find Mistress Wendy in front of
the open door of the "secret compartment" that served as a
clothes closet and removing a jade-green robe otherwise
identical to Kelly's. Conspicuous in her absence was Lin,
naked or otherwise. Bummer, Kelly thought as she
padded to her junior employer's side, removed her robe, and hung
it in the closet.
"We'll run through the basic asanas again," Wendy announced as
she began her stretching exercises.
"The same novice stuff?" Kelly asked as she stepped to the side
and mirrored her mistress' moves, stretch-for-stretch. She
noted Wendy's ginger hair was pulled back in a ponytail and
tightly tied with an emerald-green ribbon, but unfortunately
there was no seriously cute flip at the end, like when Lin's
hair was similarly restrained.
"I'll expand your horizons in future sessions," Wendy continued,
"but today we'll reinforce the fundamentals."
"Appreciated," Kelly stated.
The session was as grueling as the first, and Mistress Wendy was
just as demanding a yogi as Lin. That is, smiling all the
while, Wendy repeatedly paused to correct minor imperfections in
Kelly's attempts to mimic her stunningly hot, naked,
freckle-skinned and ginger-haired mistress. Wendy also
offered encouragement and praise. Super-nice. Wendy
was super-nice... and her pubic bush was the same flaming red as
Eventually, after running through the basic asanas three times,
both the novice and experienced yogis glistened with sweat.
"I think that will be enough for today," Wendy announced.
"And how," Kelly agreed. She was feeling the same muscle
burn as last time. Not quite as bad, but she could tell
yoga was gonna take a while to get used to— "Oh no!" she
"What is it, Kelly?" Wendy inquired.
"I forgot to turn on the sauna before we started" Kelly
blurted. "I'm sorry Mistress."
"Such a slovenly maid," Wendy chuckled. "Don't
worry. I turned it on this time, but don't forget from now
on or I'll have Cook place you in irons and we'll see how well
you do the asanas loaded down with thirty pounds of steel."
"Very funny, Mistress," Kelly huffed. She couldn't
possibly do yoga in the "slave-chains" Emily had clamped her in
last time. But then, she thought, there's
other stuff in that closet. Maybe Emily has a
set with longer chains. "I won't forget," she
"See that you don't." Wendy chuckled as she led the way to the
Several minutes of basking in the dry heat ensued, during which
both redheads transitioned from glistening to dripping.
"Will Mistress Lin be joining us for more sessions?" Kelly
asked, then mentally kicked herself. She also blushed, but
they were both so flushed from the heat that it went unnoticed
"Now and then," Wendy purred through closed eyes. "Not
very often, I'm afraid, but now and then."
"Good," Kelly sighed and closed her eyes as well.
Wendy smiled. "She's really good in bed, isn't she?"
Now the heat was really making Kelly blush.
"Especially when you're tied up and she can do what she wants...
Wendy laughed. "Good point." She paused to pour a
ladle of water over her head. "Lin's ropes are escape
proof," she sighed.
"No kidding," Kelly chuckled, then decided a little more tact
was in order. "She's an expert. That's for sure."
"Do you know much about escaping from ropes, Kelly?" Wendy
Kelly opened an eye to squint at her mistress. "Uh...
yeah, sure... by which I mean... no."
Wendy chuckled. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm
done." She stood and stretched her flushed, glistening
body. "C'mon. I'll show you some tricks."
Kelly sighed and followed Wendy from the sauna. Then, her
mistress' final words caught up with her overheated brain.
"You'll see," Wendy chuckled, then turned on the shower.
Soon, both women were wet and not-so-flushed. Then, thanks
to the services of a pair of fluffy towels, they were dry
and not-so-flushed. Kelly's hair was still damp and
Wendy's hair wet. She used the towel to dry the end of her
"Back to the studio," Wendy suggested (ordered), and Kelly
preceded her mistress back to the spartan, open space.
Kelly watched as Wendy opened the Hidden Rope Cabinet and
extracted two small coils of quarter-inch hemp.
Oh great, Kelly thought as she watched Wendy drop one
coil on the floor next to her bare feet. She's gonna
tie me up again. A thrill was about to ripple
through her pussy, then decided it was premature to
celebrate. Wendy had unexpectedly tossed the second to
Kelly, then turned and crossed her wrists behind her back!
"Tie me up," the junior mistress ordered.
Kelly blinked in surprise. "Tie you up?"
Wendy looked back over her right shoulder and grinned. "I
can't show you my escape tricks if I don't have something to
escape from, can I?"
"Uh... good point." Kelly released the coil's retaining
hitch, then doubled the coil, found its center, and stepped
forward. Entirely on their own, her lips curled into a
"You do know how to tie my wrists, don't you?" Wendy
"Yes, Mistress... I do." Kelly set to work, tightening the
first doubled loop around Wendy's wrists.
"Good," Wendy said. "Make it good and tight."
"Like this, Mistress?" Kelly purred as she gave the rope a firm
jerk, cinching the first several bands.
"Ah," Wendy gasped, then bit her lower lip. "Silly Goose,"
she admonished. "Yes, like that. And make sure I
can't reach the final knot."
"Yes, Mistress." Prior to pinch-hitting for Bess as the
York sister's live-in maid, Kelly's experience with bondage had
been largely of the self variety, but she did know how to
actually bind a pair of wrists—and she found the close proximity
of Wendy's pale, firm, dimpled buttocks and freckled back and
thighs to be only mildly distracting. Soon, the final knot
was tied and tightly compacted with minimal free ends and well
away from Wendy's fluttering fingers.
"Excellent," Wendy sighed, then gracefully settled to the padded
floor, extended her legs, nodded at the unused coil of rope, and
wiggled her toes. "Ankles."
That thrill was back, and this time it had decided it did
want to quiver through Kelly's pussy. Tying up super-nice,
super-hot, super-naked boss-ladies was fun. Who
knew? Kelly grabbed the coil, knelt at Wendy's feet, and
set to work. Soon, the freckled ankles before her were
bound together by multiple neatly stacked doubled strands,
cinched by two doubled passes, and a tight square knot tied in
the front, where Kelly knew it would be difficult (possibly
impossible) for Wendy's fingers to reach.
"There," Kelly said, smiling and crossing her arms under her
breasts. "Now I have you in my power." Her smile
broadened. "Should I try for an evil laugh? I'm
afraid my evil laugh isn't all that evil."
"Very Silly Goose," Wendy chuckled. "Now, step back
Kelly took the ordered step back and watched as Wendy kicked and
rolled and fought and twisted and generally failed miserably to
escape from her bonds. Her fingers fluttered and groped,
but came nowhere near the key knot of her wrist bonds.
"As you can see," Wendy said, "I'm helpless."
The thrill still causing her pussy to purr agreed. "So
far," Kelly said evenly, "I'm not seeing anything I could call a
Wendy giggled, then folded her legs until her heels touched her
upper thighs, lifted her butt off the floor, rocked back on her
shoulders and passed her bound wrists past her hips and butt,
then passed her feet through her bound wrists as well, and sat
"That's cheating!" Kelly objected.
"No," Wendy chuckled, "it's a trick, as promised." She
then attacked the key knot of her wrist bonds with her teeth,
and as her hands were now in front, it was trivially easy.
The knot defeated, the rest of the wrist bondage followed.
She then leaned forward and untied her ankles.
"I still say you're a dirty rotten cheater," Kelly huffed.
"Everybody knows the arms-past-the-butt trick. It's a
With her usual easy grace Wendy stood, bringing one of the coils
of rope with her. "Now," she said as she readied the rope
for use, "let's reinforce the lesson, shall we?"
Based on the thrill pulsing between her legs, Kelly's pussy had
realized what was happening a heartbeat ahead of her
brain. "Uh, actually," she said as Wendy spun her around
and began binding her wrists in the same manner as she'd bound
Wendy's wrist, "I think I've got it."
"You've done the—how did you put it—'arms-past-the-butt trick'
before?" Wendy asked as she tied the key knot.
"Well, not per se," she admitted, "but—"
"You're sure you can do it?" Wendy interrupted.
"Yeah." She twisted her wrists and watched Wendy prepare
the second coil for use. "I suppose you want me on the
floor," she said with a tragic sigh.
"Not actually," Wendy chuckled as she turned Kelly around.
"Since you're unimpressed by my first trick, I thought we'd move
on to countermeasures."
Kelly frowned. "By which you mean what... exactly?" Wendy
had looped the rope around her elbows and was pulling it
tight. "Oh, countermeasures." She heaved a sigh as
doubled loop followed doubled loop, followed by several cinching
passes between her elbows, and now they were firmly bound about
three inches apart. It was enough to put a little pressure
on her crossed wrists and pull her shoulders back, but wasn't
bad, nothing a budding yogi couldn't handle.
"Okay, now you can sit," Wendy said with a smile, then
turned and strolled to the rope cabinet.
Kelly settled to the floor and watched as her "escape trick
instructor" selected several rope coils of various length, then
returned and dropped them to the padded floor at her side.
Kelly flinched when the coils landed with a thump.
Outwardly sullen and resigned (but inwardly tingling with
anticipation) Kelly continued watching (and shivering) as Wendy
used various coils of the appropriate lengths to bind her legs
together at the upper thighs, above and below her knees, as well
as her mid lower legs, ankles, feet, and big toes. The
toes required the use of a length of stout cord, of course.
"You missed a spot," Kelly huffed as she halfheartedly squirmed
and kicked her thoroughly bound legs and watched her
mistress/escapology-instructor/captor prepare more rope.
"I think I've done an adequate job," Wendy purred as she knelt
behind her servant/student/captive, then proceeded to bind
Kelly's upper body, pinning her upper arms to her torso, framing
her breasts, yoking her shoulders, and lashing her forearms to
her waist. Everything was well-cinched, of course, meaning
at least two strands passed between Kelly's various limbs and/or
her torso to compact the individual bindings.
Kelly executed a full-body test of her bonds. As with her
legs, it was rather perfunctory, but enthusiasm wasn't an
issue. Wendy was obviously a skilled rigger. "Okay,"
Kelly sighed, "I'll grant you 'adequate'."
Wendy had one last coil of quarter-inch hemp. "Hold that
thought," she purred, then proceeded to tie a series of
figure-eight knots near one end of the rope.
Kelly affected her best Tragic Pout of Profound Betrayal and
Disappointment (and struggled to suppress the thrill
intermittently quivering between her legs). It was obvious
what was coming.
"Mistress!" Kelly whined as Wendy rolled her onto her side and
proceeded to tie a tight, single-strand crotch-rope that not
only cleaved her labia and butt-crack, but linked the front of
her waist rope to her crossed and bound wrists. Needless
to say, the knots sliding through her pussy added a new element
to her pathetic struggles. "This is... mean," she sighed.
Wendy's response was to kneel, gently lift Kelly's thoroughly
bound body, and cradle her head and shoulders in her lap.
Kelly looked up into her Mistress' beautiful, smiling face, and
noted that the coral nipples of her captor/instructor/mistress'
milky-white breasts were at full point... as were Kelly's.
"You enjoy this kind of thing," Wendy noted as she combed her
fingers through Kelly's short red hair. "Don't you,
"Well..." Kelly locked eyes with her beautiful
mistress. Wendy's eyes were sooo green, and her
smile was sooo beautiful. "I suppose somebody
should enjoy being tied up and helpless, seeing as how it
happens so often around here."
Wendy's smile broadened, then she leaned close and kissed
Kelly's lips. "Silly Goose," she sighed. "Now," she
continued, "I've always found that nudity enhances the
experience of being thoroughly tied. Don't you agree?"
"I suppose," Kelly conceded. Actually, she couldn't agree
more, but decided nonchalance was the order of the day.
Wendy continued finger-combing Kelly's pixie-cut. "Only
one thing is missing. Can you tell me what that might be?"
Kelly squirmed against Wendy's thighs as a shiver rippled down
her spine and into the knots of her crotch-rope. A gag,
of course, she thought. "Uh, sorry. No idea."
Wendy laughed as she gently eased Kelly off her lap, stood, and
padded to the open rope cabinet. She looked back at Kelly
as she closed the cabinet door, then opened another.
"Let's see now," she purred. "Elaborate... or simple?"
Kelly swallowed, nervously. She recognized the second
cabinet as the source of the head-harness gag Lovely Lin had
used to gag Wonderful Wendy. Who knows what's in
those drawers? Well, Kelly silently conceded, aside
from Lin and Wendy.
Wendy's smile widened. "Oh, I know," she said. "It's
just the thing."
Kelly watched as Wendy opened a drawer and pulled out—"Gulp!"—a
black leather hood! Still smiling (Evilly, given the
context), she strolled back to Kelly's side and sat. "Can
we talk about this?" Kelly whined, tugging against her bonds and
twisting her helpless body.
"In a word," Wendy chuckled, "no."
"Mrrrpfh!" The hood was enveloping Kelly's head. It
laced up the back—which Wendy proceeded to do—and there were a
pair of broad, dangling straps. Kelly realized it was a
"Gwen hood", very close to John Willie's original design,
assuming the hood Fifi had placed on Gwendoline in the Missing
Princess story was original. Kelly thought
so, but she was hardly a scholar of bondage arts &
literature. Lacing complete, Wendy tightened and secured
the straps and buckles. "Mrrrrrpfh!" Kelly
reiterated. As a gag, the hood might have been more
effective with the addition of stuffing or some sort
mouth-filling plug, but it was pretty damn effective
without! The first strap cupped her chin and buckled at
the crown of her head, preventing her from dropping her lower
jaw. The second strap was horizontal and pressed against
her closed lips. Gagged? You betcha!
Wendy stood and smiled down at her naked, bound, and now gagged
Kelly added the Gwen hood to her growing list of things to
struggle against with no hope whatsoever of escape. She
heaved a gagged sigh, then stared daggers at her mistress as
Wendy strolled to the clothes cabinet, opened the door, shrugged
into her pretty jade-green robe, tightened and cinched the belt,
then closed the door and strolled back.
"I've been meaning to ask," Wendy purred as she smiled down at
Kelly, "how's your job hunt going?"
Kelly paused in her futile resistance and blinked up at her
mistress. Obviously, the question was rhetorical.
Wendy sighed and shook her head. "Just as I thought.
Lucky for you, I've talked to a friend that runs a very
successful bistro in the Theater District. She has a
waitress position opening, but unfortunately, not for six to
eight weeks. So..." She knelt and straightened the
fringe of red bangs emerging from the top of Kelly's hood.
"I guess when Bess returns from vacation we'll have to find ways
to keep two maids busy." Her smile
broadened. "I'm sure we'll think of something."
Kelly watched as her junior mistress gracefully stood, tightened
the robe's sash, then turned and strolled away. "Mrrrk?"
"Well," Wendy purred, smiling and looking back from the doorway
that eventually lead to the sister's bedrooms, "things to do."
And with that, Mistress Wendy turned off the overhead lights and
was gone, leaving Kelly alone in the studio. Naked.
Bound. Gagged. She heaved a sad (and wickedly aroused)
sigh, and settled in to wait. Eight to ten additional
weeks as a maid? she thought. I guess I can
live with that.
self-bondagette—and entirely on her own Kelly had long since
decided that as a practitioner of self-bondage she was, indeed,
a "self-bondagette"—Kelly was no stranger to the art of
languishing. However, there was "normal" languishing that
took the form of lounging around self-bound, self-gagged, and
waiting for an ice-timer to allow her to free herself, and there
was "real" languishing, being an actual bound and
gagged prisoner totally at the mercy of an Evil Captor.
Granted, the captor in question was the super-hot and super-nice
Mistress Wendy, but Kelly had zero control of
Kelly languished in her inescapable bonds, now and then rolling
and/or fighting her bonds on the comfortably padded floor.
It was a matter of seeking some degree of comfort—not that
Wendy's ropes were all that uncomfortable.
Inescapable? Yes. Elaborate? Yes.
Uncomfortable? Okay, but only a little. As
flesh-dimpling webs of cruel captivity, the ropes weren't bad.
The overhead lights might be off, but the yoga studio wasn't
exactly dark. Indirect light was finding its way down the
hallways from the windows of adjacent rooms. It was late
afternoon, almost time for dinner preparations. Kelly
squirmed in her bonds... again. It looked like she was
gonna be a while. If the York sisters decided they wanted
a semi-formal dinner setup in the Family Dining Room, in
addition to cooking everything, Emily might have to set the
table and serve the meal.
Wendy's ropes failed to evaporate and the cunning hitches and
knots the super-nice ginger tied failed to spontaneously slither
More time passed and the light from the adjacent rooms began to
Eventually, as was its habit, the sun set. No one appeared
to untie Kelly... or bring her a dinner plate... not
that she could have eaten anything anyway, not unless the no one
in question removed her Gwen hood first.
Sadly, Kelly's earlier restrained enthusiasm for her restrained
situation had abated. Her pussy had long since stopped
purring and was now... sulking.
Early squirming efforts to exploit Wendy's handiwork for erotic
purposes had caused the crotch-rope to traverse her nether
region with abrasive consequences. Her initial thought was
that she might be able to ride the train of knots Wendy had so
thoughtfully tied in the pussy-cleaving strand all the way to
Orgasmville, or at least to the suburbs, and at the start her
hoo-haw had been enthusiastic. Now? Not so
much. The sawing knots quickly decided to take on the
attributes of an actual saw and Kelly had no choice but
to limit her struggles to things that minimized her crotch
So... languishing... relative darkness becoming true darkness...
languishing... no supper... languishing.
As deepest fantasies coming true go, Kelly came to
believe, this sucks.
Still no one came to Kelly's rescue.
Cleanup time passed. No rescue.
Sucks-sucks-sucks! Kelly sighed.
Suddenly, Kelly heard the faint sound of... something. She
decided it was the quiet squeal of turning wheels with bearings
in need of a drop or two of oil. Maybe. Possibly.
And then, Emily appeared, and she was pushing, of all things, a
wheelchair. "Mrrrk?" Kelly wasn't all that surprised
by the appearance of either the wheelchair or her fellow
Cook's feet were bare and she had changed out of her usual "work
uniform" of jeans and something from her extensive collection of
cute cotton tops into a very sexy negligée and matching
robe! The white, whisper-thin, gauze-like fabric was
trying its lacy, valiant best to hide Emily's curves and private
anatomy, but was largely failing. Emily flipped on the
overhead lights and the negligée's status instantly changed from
inadequate covering to woefully inadequate covering.
Kelly blinked until her eyes adjusted, then focused on the
wheelchair. It was an antique of wood and wicker with
bicycle-type wheels with wire spokes. Its back, seat, and
footrests were unpadded.
"Oh, Kelly," Emily sighed as she pushed the wheelchair close to
Kelly's right side, then stood before her with her arms crossed
under her inadequately gauze-screened breasts. She was
still smiling. Emily was always smiling. "At
breakfast you were already a half-day behind in your duties, and
now it's early evening and you're even more
behind. You're as bad as Bess, Silly Goose."
Kelly glared at the grinning cook, then blinked in
surprise. Wait. 'As bad as Bess?' Does
that mean Bess also had a habit of getting, uh, sidetracked?
It wasn't exactly a startling revelation, but still... I
have to stop being shy about trolling for gossip, Kelly
Despite her slender build, Emily managed to lift Kelly into a
sitting position, then heave her to her bound feet and ease her
into the wheelchair in one fluid motion.
"Mrrrf!" Kelly complained as her bottom bounced on the hardwood
seat. The landing also caused her rope-framed boobs to
Emily deployed a pair of leather belts and buckled one across
Kelly's lap and the other across her chest, just under her no
longer bouncing breasts. "For safety's sake," she
explained with a giggle as she double-checked the straps'
buckles. "Now..." she padded to the back of the chair and
pushed off, directing Kelly and the chair towards the studio
entrance leading to the back of the house. "Off we go."
Kelly wiggled and tested her bonds, old and new. The Gwen
hood still made conversation a decidedly one sided exercise,
Wendy's ropes still rendered her completely helpless, and the
"safety straps" made sure she'd be staying in Emily's
chair. With her arms bound behind her back the conveyance
was slightly uncomfortable, but she'd survive. Kelly
squirmed and kicked her bound feet, twisting at the waist.
Her efforts elicited a creak from the straps, no response from
Emily, and was yet another futile exercise.
The wheels turned, still quietly squeaking their need of that
drop or two of oil, Emily's bare feet silently padded on the
floor, and the journey continued. Their immediate
destination was a service elevator used mainly and infrequently
to move furniture, and their ultimate destination turned out to
be the bedroom of Mistress Alice. Emily opened the door
without knocking, which was proper servant etiquette but
something Kelly still kept having to remind herself was not
impolite, pushed Kelly and the chair into the room,
and—"Mrrrk?"—Kelly's eyes popped wide as she stared in shock and
Mistress Alice had retired early, and even though Kelly's
services had been unavailable (seeing as the temporary maid was
naked and had been tied up and Gwen-hooded by Alice's Little
Sister), Alice was in expedited-self-bondage mode. That
is, she was lying on her back on her neatly made bed with her
legs splayed a couple of feet apart, her arms at her sides with
her hands a foot from their respective hips, and the designer,
custom-made, medical-style leather restraints tightly buckled
around her ankles and wrists. However, there were a couple
of additions/enhancements to her condition, differences from the
first and only time (so far) Kelly had helped the senior York
sister indulge her "hobby" and the causes of Kelly's surprise.
Kelly was mortified... or something. Oh-by-the-way, the
sight of a bed-bound and naked Mistress Alice was
mesmerizing. No sixty-something old lady has a right
to look that hot, she mused. Alice was undeniably
hot, as well as undeniably past middle age. Kelly resolved
to search the internet for everything she could find about the
York sisters. With all the society page articles in the
papers, surely she'd be able to get a lock on their actual
birthdays. She also resolved to hunt for a secret oil
painting hanging in the attic or basement, one that was busy
aging on Alice's behalf. Or maybe she bathes in the
blood of virgins. That was a ridiculous thought, of
course. Super-nice ladies like Alice don't bathe in
blood, even if they are super-rich.
- Not counting the leather cuffs binding her to the bed at
the wrists and ankles, Alice York was naked, as
naked as Kelly herself, not counting her rope and
hood. The only one in the bedroom wearing anything was
Emily, and her nightie barely qualified.
- A muzzle, panel-gag, head-harness, or all-of-the-above
caged Alice's head, cupped her chin, and tightly covered her
mouth and lower face. Whether something had been
stuffed in Alice's mouth prior to the thing's application,
Kelly had no idea, but the leather device appeared to be at
least as effective a gag as Kelly's Gwen hood. There
was an additional detail, worthy of designation as "2(A)" or
possibly "3" status: a D-ring at the crown of the
muzzle/harness/gag was clipped to a length of brown cord,
possibly of the bungee variety, and disappeared under the
center of the headboard. Kelly couldn't see where the
far end was attached, but the cord was doing a credible job
of preventing Alice from lifting her head or doing more than
turn it to the side far enough for her to stare at Emily,
the wheelchair, and (Gulp!) Kelly.
Meanwhile, Alice was smiling at Kelly from the bed. The
prisoner-of-the-wheelchair could tell by her senior employer's
eyes... which were very pretty... like her full breasts... and
flat tummy... and her surprisingly thick pubic bush.
Kelly noted that Emily had taken advantage of this interlude of
her staring at Mistress Alice and Mistress Alice smiling at her
with her eyes to stroll into the bathroom and return with a
plastic pump-bottle of moisturizing lotion. She sat on the
bed, pumped lotion on her hands, then smiled at Kelly as she
rubbed them together. Mistress Alice had shifted her muzzled
gaze to Emily's glistening hands.
"Since you'll be staying with us an additional few weeks," she
explained to Kelly, "you may be called upon to do this the next
time Mistress orders what Bess refers to as 'the full
bedtime treatment', so pay attention." She turned back to
the bed, smiled at her employer, then proceeded to massage the
lotion into Mistress Alice's shoulders, necks, arms, breasts...
especially her breasts... stomach, hips, thighs, legs, feet...
crotch... running her hands back and forth across and through
Alice's upper-thighs and labia... and her breasts again, just to
be sure. The serenely smiling Brit replenished the lotion
on her hands several times during the process, and by the time
she stood and returned the pump-bottle to the bathroom, Alice's
super-hot, and now squirming and shivering naked body shone like
she'd been dipped in oil.
Kelly's heart was hammering, and her bound body was shivering in
sympathy. She locked eyes with her employer, again.
The situation was... incredible. It was objectifying, the
way Emily had casually (but gently) manhandled their super-hot
mistress, treating her like a chore, rather than their
boss. Yes, objectifying... in a fun way. It was all
part of the game, of course, but it was still something to see.
Kelly's pussy agreed. It was purring again.
Kelly heard the water in the bathroom running briefly, then
Emily returned and stepped behind Kelly's chair.
"Now," Emily said quietly (but loud enough to be heard by
Alice), "I'll wait at least an hour—long enough for Mistress to
relax and prepare herself—then come back and use the Hitachi
wand in the bottom drawer of the nightstand to give her a
minimum of three orgasms before allowing her to sleep."
Kelly's eyes widened as she watched Alice tug on her
"Yes, three," Emily confirmed, then spun the wheelchair and
headed for the door. "Unfortunately," the smiling Brit
continued, "I'll have to demonstrate the accepted procedure on
Kelly looked back around the side of the wheelchair's back for
one last glimpse of Mistress Alice's naked, bound, gagged, and
moisturized form as they left the bedroom... then Kelly closed
the door behind them and pushed her down the hall and back
towards the elevator.
"I'm afraid Mistress Wendy is displeased with your recent
slovenly work habits," Emily stated, "so she's decided you're to
spend the night in the Timeout Room."
Kelly blinked in surprise. "Mrrrk?"
"Yes," Emily purred, "the Timeout Room."
Kelly tugged on her bonds. The wheelchair wheels squealed
and the straps creaked, admonishing her to settle down and
accept the inevitable.
Timeout Room? the prisoner-of-the-wheelchair
wondered. I didn't know we had a Timeout Room.
Also... what the hell is a Timeout Room?