|by Van ©2017
Kelly's pulse rate returned to something resembling
normal. Lin's audience of partygoers came and went, sighed
and gasped, made concerned and/or amused remarks (most too
quietly for Kelly to hear), and sipped champagne; but mainly
drank in the sight of Languishing Lin, like gawking tourists
staring at the Mona Lisa in the Louvre... in a smartly dressed,
sexy, and kinky sort of way.
As for Lin... Lin endured. Hogtied and balanced on her
knees and biting down on the hard rubber plug filling her mouth
to support her elaborately bound body, Lin endured. It was
either that or release the plug, fall forward, and allow her
stretched and clamped nipples to be pierced.
She's sooo strong... sooo beautiful, Kelly mused.
To Kelly, Lin was a living statue; a living, breathing,
sweating, suffering statue. She assumed some sort
of mind-over-body meditation must be at play. One thing
for sure, in Lin's place—a shudder shook Kelly's leather-bound
and collared form at the very thought—Kelly knew she would have
long since failed. She would have surrendered to gravity
and fallen forward to the "comfort" of the platform, nipples be
"H-how much longer?" Kelly demanded.
Wendy turned to their hostess.
Joan shrugged, a smile curling her lips that, given the
circumstances, Kelly could only characterize as evil. "Lin
specified that the timing of her release should remain a secret,
to add to the drama and suspense."
Wendy sighed, then gave Kelly a quick hug from the side.
"Lin is strong, Kelly," she said, then kissed the
pouting maid's right cheek. "I've seen her test herself
like this before. Lin will be fine."
"She's suffering," Kelly said quietly.
"She'll be fine," Wendy reiterated. "How 'bout something
"No," Kelly whined, still transfixed by Lin's plight.
"You might as well," Wendy chuckled, "and you said you were
hungry. She shifted her smile back to Lin. "I assure
you she'll be here when you get back... one way or the other."
Joan reached out, took hold of Wendy's hand, and pulled the loop
of Kelly's leash from her wrist. "I'll see that Kelly gets
fed. Why don't you circulate and make nice with everyone,
then come find us?"
"Ever the considerate hostess," Wendy chuckled, kissed Kelly's
startled lips, then strolled away, still sipping her champagne.
"Mistress!" Kelly complained in a whisper, but Wendy was already
halfway across the room and was greeting a trio of
forty-something women, two of whom were handcuffed together
wrist to wrist.
"Come with me, Kelly," Joan purred. "Your 'mistress' is
right. Lin will be here."
The leash went taut and Kelly had no choice but to follow Joan
from the exhibition room, abandoning Lin to her cruel fate.
away, in a neat row atop a long table covered with a white
tablecloth, stainless steel chaffing dishes comprised a
self-serve feast of entrees and side dishes. A handful of
partygoers shuffled down the line, loading plates, then wandered
away to find places to eat.
Lin's ordeal remained foremost in Kelly's thoughts, but her
stomach growled and focused on the food Joan began loading onto
a plate. Elegant, handwritten cards in front of each
chaffing dish identified the choices she was making on Kelly's
All of it looked and smelled good and... Kelly had no
complaints... but it would have been nice to have been
consulted. Of course, she was only a lowly maid in an LBD,
armbinder, and collar, whereas Joan was her gorgeous hostess...
and the one holding her leash.
- Marinated zucchini and summer squash;
- Roasted eggplant and tomatoes;
- Orzo with garbanzo beans, red onion, basil, and mint;
- Grilled lamb with salsa verde;
- Penne with spinach sauce;
- Sun-dried tomato and mozzarella kebabs.
All-in-all Kelly was satisfied with the arrangement, in an Oh-my-god-what's-she-gonna-do-to-me-next?
sort of way. She followed docilely as Joan led the way
down a hallway, through an empty sitting room, down another
hallway, and into a small room with a small cafe-style table and
a pair of straight-back chairs. It was deep in the house
and far away from the party (as far as Kelly could tell).
The waitress in Kelly recognized the venue as intimate, the
perfect place for a cozy, private dinner.
The semi-helpless party guest in Kelly recognized the setup as
someplace isolated and away from the dubious protection of Wendy
and the other guests.
Was she frightened? No, of course not. Joan was
Wendy's and Lin's friend, and eventually Wendy would get tired
of chatting with her rich friends and leering at Lin's
predicament and would realize she'd misplaced her
plus-one. Wendy would eventually come looking for her...
after sampling the buffet and downing more champagne, chatting
up more of her friends, perhaps going back for seconds, leering
at Languishing Lin a little longer, etc., etc. Eventually.
They settled into the chairs, Joan spread a napkin in Kelly's
lap, then began feeding her from the plate. A bottle of
champagne waited in an ice bucket stand off to the side and
"My compliments to your caterer," Kelly muttered after chewing
and swallowing a few fork-loads.
"Thank you," Joan purred, then filled a clean flute, held it for
Kelly to take a bubbly sip... then took one herself.
Kelly chewed and swallowed more food, then decided she might as
well take the offensive. "So, who did that to Lin?"
Joan smiled. "Lin has an extensive circle of like-minded
artists and friends."
"Wendy and yourself included?" Kelly huffed.
"Yes," Joan confirmed, "but Wendy was busy all day with final
negotiations for a new exhibition at the Museum of Modern
Art. As host of the occasion I was fortunate enough to
witness the preparations, but I never put hand to rope."
Hand to rope, Kelly thought as she accepted a final bite
of food, followed by another gulp of champagne.
"You're enjoying your temporary employment, aren't you?" Joan
inquired with a friendly smile. "I can tell."
"Uh... yeah, sure," Kelly muttered.
"But you're afraid you may be in over your head?"
Kelly's heart was hammering again. She wasn't sure how she
should answer. Should she lie? Joan was Wendy and
Lin's friend and seemed like a nice enough person—the nice
person who was holding her leash. Seconds ticked by while
Joan waited patiently. Kelly had to say something, so why
not the truth?
"Is it that obvious?"
"A little," Joan chuckled. "All I can tell you is that
you're safe. The York sisters won't let anything happen to
you, and the same goes for Lin and myself."
Kelly nodded. "So... you're all part of a circle of rich
friends who are into rope?"
"Not precisely," Joan chuckled. "We all appreciate rope
restraints, but many of us have wider interests, even
specialties. I, myself, dabble in leather."
Kelly blinked uncertainly and squirmed against the inescapable
leather armbinder encasing her fingers, hands, and arms—the leather
armbinder. "Leather? You like leather?"
Joan nodded. "I like the dedicated nature
of leather. Rope can be used in different ways for
different purposes that have nothing to do with our hobby.
Leather restraints—like your armbinder—are designed for a single
purpose and have no other use. I like that."
Kelly blinked her eyes and twisted her leather-bound arms.
"Uh... I guess I see yer point."
"We differ in other ways," Joan added, a sly smile
curling her lips as she refilled the champagne flute.
"Do tell," Kelly said as Joan held the flute to her lips so she
could take another drink.
"Lin enjoys the martial arts aspect," Joan added.
"Hojōjutsu," Kelly nodded.
"Exactly," Joan agreed, then took a sip from the flute
herself. "There's also the artistic aspect."
Kelly nodded "What about Wendy?"
Joan laughed, shook her head, and favored Kelly with a coy
smile. "Wicked girl. I'm not going to gossip about
Wendy, especially with her companion."
Kelly blushed, then managed a weak smile. "It was worth a
try." She shook her head when Joan offered her another sip
of champagne. "What about you? Aside from leather,
how else do you differ from the others? ...whoever these
mysterious 'others' who aren't Lin or Mistress might be?"
Still smiling, Joan set down the flute, then stood and took the
end of Kelly's leash in her right hand. "Let me show you,"
she purred, tugging on the leash and lifting Kelly to her feet.
"Ya could just tell me," Kelly muttered, but (having no
choice) obediently followed her hostess from the room.
A side door
led to a narrow hallway, which led to a narrow staircase, which
led up two flights to what was clearly a back hallway in the
service area of the mansion. They continued forward,
entered a wider hallway decorated with prints and small
paintings, and were back in the residence.
"Nice place," Kelly said (nervously).
"Thank you," Joan purred.
They entered a large bedroom. If forced to guess, Kelly
would say it was the master bedroom.
"I have two closets," Joan announced.
So, it is the master bedroom, Kelly thought, or maybe
the mistress bedroom.
Joan gestured towards a closed door. "Clothes," she
announced, then pointed to a second door and her smile
widened. "Hobby supplies."
Kelly swallowed nervously as she followed her hostess through
the second door. Joan flipped a switch and Kelly found
herself staring at a walk-in closet devoted to leather bondage
gear! There were armbinders, body-harnesses (meaning
tangles of linked straps that were probably
body-harnesses), neat rows of single straps of various lengths
and widths, as well as—"Gulp!"—an array of gags and hoods.
Every category of damsel-silencer was represented: ball-gags,
plug-gags, bit-gags, panel-gags, ring-gags, harness-gags,
different permutations thereof, as well as... What the
hell is that thing? Kelly wondered, staring at a
complicated harness/hood with steel fittings and... other
attached hardware. She had no idea how the thing worked
and hoped she wasn't about to find out.
The hoods were equally diverse. Kelly recognized
Gwen-hoods, hoods with eye-holes, hoods without eye-holes, and
hefty, well-padded isolation-hoods. Everything, the entire
collection, was black leather with the same gleaming, slightly
pebbled finish as Kelly's binder. She noticed a gap in the
row of armbinders and surmised she was wearing the "missing"
"Uh... nice," Kelly said quietly. "All of this must have
really set you back."
"Thank you, Kelly," Joan purred. "And as a successful
lawyer I can afford to indulge my interests." She closed
the closet door behind them and turned a deadbolt, locking them
in the closet... which Kelly didn't find at all
menacing. "In answer to your earlier question..."
She led Kelly to the array of gags. "In addition to
leather, I rather enjoy exploring the realm of... control."
Kelly's heart pounded as she stared at the gags. "Uh...
what do ya mean by 'control'?"
Joan began running her right hand across the hanging leather,
steel, and rubber silencers. "Lin orchestrates the
precise, almost balletic application of force to make her
'arrests'." Joan purred. She selected a combination
panel-ball-gag and lifted it from its hook. "I enjoy
crafting, shall we say, scenarios that involve capture
"Can we talk about this?" Kelly whined as the gag's rubber ball
approached her mouth. "Mrrrpfh!" Apparently not.
Soon, the ball plugged her mouth and Joan was tightening and
securing the gag's strap and buckle at the nape of her
neck. She stutter-stepped in place, but the tight
armbinder and securely strapped-on high-heels rendered any
resistance on her part token at best. "Mrrrf!" A
breathing hole pierced the ball and the front of the panel,
allowing her to breathe through her mouth if required... in a
"Consider the following scenario," Joan continued as she
unbuckled and removed Kelly's collar and leash and hung them
from hooks, no doubt returning them to their proper places in
her leather collection. "Suppose a 'villainess' sets her
sights on a pretty young damsel. So, she invites her to a
party, tricks her into wearing an armbinder, then isolates her
from her friends and acquaintances behind multiple soundproof
doors. And then, just for good measure, she gags her."
Eyes wide, Kelly tested the armbinder, again, and tried forcing
the gag from her mouth. To say the least, both attempts
were miserable failures. Kelly found herself having very
little difficulty imagining Joan's scenario. She was
Meanwhile, Joan opened a small drawer, produced a short length
of gleaming steel chain, the kind with nested links, and knelt
at Kelly's feet. Before Kelly realized what was happening,
Joan had closed a pair of clips around the straps supporting her
shoes' ankle-straps! "Mrrrf!" Kelly's feet were now
rather precariously hobbled about six inches apart! She
realized she might have been able to kick and squirm and impede
the process, if she'd been quicker on the draw (and had wanted
to risk making Joan angry), but it was too late now.
"Moving on..." Joan stood, smiled, and took a tight grip
on Kelly's short hair with her right hand.
"Control," Joan purred, as she reached back into the drawer and
produced some sort of complicated steel clip, flipped a switch
on the wall next to the cabinet, then led (meaning dragged by
the hair) Kelly to the center of the closet. The hobble
required Kelly to take about four or five rapid baby-steps for
every one of Joan's normal steps, but she managed.
Kelly heard the hum of a motor, looked up, and watched as a
steel ring on the end of a wire cable lowered from a steel-lined
hole in the ceiling. The motor stopped when the cable
reached breast height. Still clutching Kelly's hair with
one hand, Joan thumbed open one end of the clip and snapped it
through the cable's terminal ring. She then squeezed the
sides of the clip and inserted it into the breathing hole in
Kelly's gag. A metallic click reverberated through the
ball and Kelly's mouth, Joan released her hair, then strolled
back to the cabinet.
The cable shook as Kelly tossed her head. Then, she heard
the motor hum once again, and the cable began to shorten.
"Mrrk?" A smile curling her lips, Joan's thumb was on the
wall-switch. The cable continued reeling into the
ceiling—"Mrrr!"—and didn't stop until the heels of Kelly's
hobble-shoes left the carpet, she went up on her toes (meaning
even further up onto her toes), and had no choice but to
lift her chin.
Staring up at the opening where the cable disappeared into the
ceiling, Kelly's heart hammered as Joan returned to her
side. The captive's nostrils flared and her breasts heaved
as she stutter-stepped in place.
"Now," Joan continued, "if our hypothetical villainess was into
breath-control, a simple noose would be enough to exert physical
control." She stepped even closer and smiled into Kelly's
wide, green eyes. "Personally, I find such activities to
be dangerous and cruel." She combed her fingers through
Kelly's short, red locks. "Braiding the hair and using it
to exert control is another option, but not always, like with
your cute little pixie-cut." She leaned close and
whispered in Kelly's ear. "In any case, I've found that
the practice of tethering a gag is always effective."
Her pulse still racing, Kelly felt Joan's fingers tug at the
strings securing the halter-top of her LBD. The bow
slithered apart, Joan tugged the strings from under the
armbinder straps crisscrossing her chest, and the LBD's
breast-cups fell away, baring her breasts.
"Mrrrf." A shudder of... shame shook Kelly's
body. Truth be told, more precise descriptions of what she
was feeling might be 'excitement' or 'arousal', but she decided
to go with 'shame'.
Joan unzipped the LBD and tugged it down Kelly's hips. It
fell to the floor around Kelly's hobbled feet, and her shame
problem became acute. And then, things got worse.
Joan hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Kelly's pantyhose and
pulled them down her legs.
Kelly was now naked, not counting the gag, armbinder,
hobble-shoes, and tangle of black cloth and nylon around her
Joan took a step back and smiled at Kelly's shivering, naked
form. "Our hypothetical villainess believes a damsel is at
her most vulnerable when she's naked, inescapably bound, and
thoroughly gagged," she purred. "It's also when she's at
her most beautiful."
Kelly couldn't help but blush, although the gag's panel may have
disguised the fact. She could do nothing to disguise the
erect nature of her nipples.
Joan stepped to a hanging array of what Kelly thought were
probably body-harnesses... made a leisurely selection... and
Thanks to her naked, helpless, up-on-her toes, and
tethered-by-her-gag-to-the-ceiling pose, Kelly couldn't visually
examine the probable harness in any degree of detail.
Joan secured a buckle behind Kelly's neck, leaving the majority
of the mass of straps, steel-rings, and buckles dangling down
her front, then began tightening and securing its many other
straps and buckles.
Kelly quickly confirmed that the tangle of leather and steel
was, indeed, a body harness. Soon, lateral straps yoked
her shoulders (in addition to the armbinder straps already
yoking her shoulders) and horizontal straps pinned her
armbinder-bound fingers, wrists, and arms against her
spine. Vertical straps traveled down her front from chest
to crotch, linked together by three steel rings, the first above
her breasts, the second below, and the third centered over her
Finally, a vertical strap fell from the top of the harness, down
her back between the armbinder and her spine, and served to
anchor the lateral and horizontal straps. Oh-by-the-way,
it narrowed in a distressing manner in the vicinity of the small
of her back, cleaved her butt-cheeks and labia, then buckled to
the front of the harness. Kelly squirmed and tested her
new bonds. The harness was tight, uncomfortably
tight, and the cleaving strap was carrying on a dialogue with
her pussy, which was purring again, and echoes of the purring
rippled up her spine in the form of fluttering waves of
Joan's demonstration of how a hypothetical villainess might use
her hideously expensive and custom designed collection of
leather goods to exert complete control of the naked body of a
hypothetical damsel was... Outrageous? Yes.
Improper? Of course. Fun? Kelly's pussy
certainly thought so, but it would be improper damsel etiquette
for Kelly to coquettishly smile and shiver with delight.
Luckily, whatever reactions she might be sharing with her
hostess were rendered more-or-less ambiguous by her gag, bonds,
and stretched pose.
Also—and it was no small thing—although Kelly barely knew Joan
and the evilly smiling brunette was doing a very credible
imitation of non-hypothetical villainess, Kelly was sure
that it was, in fact, imitation. Joan was Wendy's friend,
Lin's friend, and Kelly was sure she wasn't in actual
danger—meaning danger danger, as opposed to
damsel-in-distress pretend danger. Anyway, nothing
ventured nothing gained, and it wasn't like she was the
one in control of the situation... or her own immediate fate.
Next, Joan used a pair of straps to bind Kelly's legs together
first at the mid-thighs... and then above her knees. She
then unbuckled the ankle-straps of Kelly's high-heel pumps and
helped her carefully step out of the shoes and free of the
tangle of pantyhose and LBD. Kelly was still up on her
toes, of course. She watched from the corner of one eye as
Joan folded and placed the LBD on a straight chair... added the
pantyhose and shoes... then walked to the wall, flipped the
cable control switch, and lifted additional leather straps from
The cable reeled out and Kelly came down off her toes.
This was a good thing, of course, but she glared at her
hostess, just to let her know she was nobody's
frightened, simpering damsel (or so Kelly kept telling herself).
Clutching a bundle of straps in one hand, Joan smiled, and with
a twist of her right hand removed the clip from Kelly's
gag. "Our hypothetical villainess," she continued, "might
choose to control the movements of our hypothetical damsel by
any one of several means." With a coy smile she reached
out and cupped Kelly's breasts—then quickly pinched her nipples
between her forefingers and thumbs and held on, keeping Kelly
from backing away.
Kelly blinked in distress (but not pain). "Mrrrf?"
"A collar and leash is one possibility," Joan purred, "or she
could use a pair of nipple-clamps and a leash."
Kelly shivered as Joan gently rubbed her erect nipples between
"There's also the use of corporal persuasion in the form
of riding crops, whips, floggers, electric prods, etc."
She leaned close and planted a teasing kiss on the panel of
Kelly's gag, directly over her plugged mouth. "Personally,
I don't enjoy the application of pain. Not real
pain, anyway. I assume your feelings on the subject are
Kelly nodded rather frantically.
"Good," Kelly chuckled. She walked to the door and turned
the deadbolt, then pulled it open. "Bathroom," she
ordered, making an imperious gesture.
Kelly heaved the required and expected Tragic Sigh, then started
shuffling from the closet and into the main bedroom. With
her thighs and knees bound with leather straps she set a slow
pace, but was doing much better when her feet had been
strapped in the high-heeled-hobble-shoes. The
body-harness' narrow crotch-strap slid back and forth through
her pussy with every step, but the action was more stimulating
than distressing... at least for now.
Joan led the way into the opulent master bath, then released the
crotch-strap, plunked Kelly down on the commode, released her
thigh-strap and transferred it to ankle-binding duty, then
released the above-the-knees strap. "Tinkle," she ordered.
Kelly blushed. 'Tinkle,' she silently
huffed. They all use the same vocabulary. They
must compare notes. The "they" in question was the
York Sisters, Lin, Joan, and (she assumed) the mysterious fellow
players who had bound Lin for her "art installation" down at the
party. She followed Joan's order and emptied her bladder,
then "suffered" the humiliation of Joan dragging her to her
bound feet and using a wet washcloth to scrub her crotch squeaky
Joan restored the butt-cheek and labia-cleaving crotch-strap,
then pointed out the bathroom door. "Bed," she ordered.
Kelly favored her hostess and captor with an even stare.
Her ankles were strapped together, which rather limited her
locomotive options. So now I'm supposed to hop?
Joan smiled back.
Apparently so. Kelly heaved another sigh, then
hopped through the bathroom door. Boob-flopping was
involved. Pussy-strap sliding happened. It was
embarrassing and humiliating (and kinky).
They reentered the bedroom and, kangaroo-style, Kelly made her
way to the large, king-size bed... and flopped down onto the
"Good girl," Joan chuckled, then strapped Kelly's legs together
below her knees, around her shins and calves, then moved the
temporary ankle-strap back to her mid-thighs. Next, she
used a leather mini-harness to bind Kelly's ankles, feet, and
big toes. Its connecting strap severely limited all
efforts at flexing her feet.
Kelly tested her bonds, old and new, as soon as Joan finished
buckling the ankles-feet-toes-harness and stepped back.
She wiggled and kicked, squirmed and twisted, confirming that
the tight, flesh-dimpling leather straps had converted her to a
giant pink inchworm (with black stripes). Together with
the armbinder and ball-panel-gag, she knew herself to be
helpless... completely helpless... and totally at Joan's
mercy. Her heart continued hammering, her breasts heaving,
and her pussy purring. It was... horrible?
Who was she kidding? Kelly was having a ball!
Was she frightened and worried about what Joan was gonna do to
her next? Of course, but in a nice way. It
was part of the fun.
Joan smiled down at Kelly as the naked captive continued her
Kelly squirmed in her bonds and stared back, batting her big
green eyes for added effect.
"Well," Joan said finally, "I've neglected my other guests long
enough. Why don't you rest for a while? I'll be
locking the door behind me, of course, and with your feet and
toes strapped together hopping around is no longer an option, so
it's just as well." She leaned close and cupped Kelly's
breasts, gave them a gentle squeeze, then kissed her guest on
her right nipple... left nipple... and forehead.
"Mrrrk?" Kelly watched as Joan turned and strolled to the
bedroom door, flipped off the overhead lights, then pulled the
door closed. Kelly was alone. She heard a key turn
in the lock... and was truly alone.
Nightlights close to the floorboard glowed on either side of the
bed, so once her eyes adjusted Kelly wasn't in total
darkness... but she was alone.
Alone. Helpless. Naked. Gagged.
Inescapably bound in leather.
So, Kelly decided, guess I'll 'rest for a while'.
again, Kelly thought. Her leather bonds were tight
but the bed was comfortable, so it wasn't bad... as languishing
went. It was better than languishing on the hard floor of
the "Time-out Room" in the York sisters' basement, that was for
Minutes passed and Kelly continued languishing.
This was Kelly's first experience with leather, not counting the
belts she'd sometimes used in the past for her self-bondage
exercises. The harness was... tight. Its elements
creaked and flexed as she struggled, just a little. It was
barely noticeable, but what else did Kelly have to focus on?
...or to occupy her time? ...other than worrying about what Joan
was going to do to her once the party ended?
As far as Kelly could tell, she was alone in the mansion.
She knew she wasn't, of course, but the party might as well be
on the moon. She certainly didn't expect any of her fellow
guests to blunder into the bedroom and rescue her... except
maybe Wendy, but even that was iffy. Would Wendy demand
her temporary maid back before returning home? Or would
she join Joan in... doing things to her?
More minutes passed... and eventually became an hour.
Kelly's heart rate had long since returned to normal. Her
pussy-purring had settled into a titillating background hum, not
unlike the buzzing of an under-powered vibrator set on
"trickle-tickle." Kelly knew most vibrators had no such
setting and there was no vibrator; but something was
happening between her bound legs... other than the narrow
crotch-strap sliding back and forth in response to her weak,
recurring struggles and efforts to roll on the bed and find
comfort. Yes, something was definitely happening.
Kelly whimpered through her gag... "Mrrrf." ...and
continued languishing. She closed her eyes, and...
Kelly opened her eyes and blinked in the near darkness. I
fell asleep! she realized. A key was rattling
in the bedroom door and a whispered conversation was happening
in the hallway. Kelly squirmed in her leather bonds and
tried to listen. She could definitely hear
voices... but the door was still closed and she couldn't tell
who was talking, nor could she make out what was being said.
Finally, the door opened and someone entered the bedroom.
Kelly couldn't tell who it was in the dim light, but the
newcomer was definitely female, and almost certainly
naked. The door closed and Kelly heard the key turn in the
lock from the far side. She still couldn't identify the
new arrival, who was padding towards the master bathroom, not
the bed. The bathroom door opened and closed.
Once again Kelly's heart was pounding, but her pussy had gone
quiet. It had even stopped humming. Apparently, her
hoo-haw was waiting to learn the identity of the new arrival
before committing to any more serious purring. Water
started running in the bathroom... a lot of water.
Earlier, while tinkling on command, Kelly had noted that the
bathroom had a soaking tub and she surmised it was now in the
process of filling.
Kelly squirmed in her bonds, few other options being available,
and returned to her languishing.
Eventually the sound of flowing water stopped... and was
replaced by the sound of intermittent splashing. Kelly
surmised the newcomer was enjoying a bath. There was also
a low-level wet noise that Kelly diagnosed as the bubbling of
More minutes passed... wet, bubbly, and naked minutes for the
unidentified occupant of the tub... dry, bound, and naked
minutes for Kelly on the bed.
Finally, after the unknown bather's fingers had sufficient time
to become wrinkled and pruney (Kelly assumed), she heard the
sound of the bathtub emptying... then the sound of a
hand-dryer. Whoever is in there has hair, she
deduced, which wasn't exactly a stunning insight.
Eventually, the dryer noise stopped... the bathroom door opened
and closed... and the still unidentified, but definitely
female, figure approached the bed. She was, indeed,
naked... and her hair was dark... and she was Lin!
Kelly's pulse kicked into high gear and her pussy began silently
trilling like a tribble being petted by Uhura. Lin!
Unsmiling, Lin heaved a sigh and stared down at Kelly.
Kelly shivered in her bonds. She couldn't tell if Lin was
suffering from rope marks. Given the severity of her
recent art-installation-bondage, Kelly was sure Lin's body had
to be crisscrossed with red lines, or at least pink lines, but
the glow of the nightlights was insufficient for her to examine
Lin's smooth, firm skin in any detail. Glistening
curves? Loose, straight, midnight-black hair? Yes
and yes. Rope marks? No, or at least none that she
"I made it very clear that I was tired and needed a good
night's sleep," Lin said. "What are you doing
Kelly blinked her eyes and mewled through her gag, making the
best answer she could. "Mrrrf."
Lin shook her head, "Joan," she sighed, then flopped down
onto the bed. "I'll deal with her later. As for you,
young lady..." She rolled over, reached out and opened a
drawer in the bedside table, then rolled back and knelt over
Kelly with her knees and lower legs on either side of the
Kelly's eyes popped wide. "Urrrk?" The nightlights
were bright enough for her to make out the object in Lin's
hands. It had a curiously shaped head, but was definitely
a wand-style vibrator! "Nrrrf!" Kelly complained (or
perhaps exulted) and squirmed her upper body. Lin's weight
prevented her from kicking her bound legs. She watched as
Lin unbuckled the body-harness' crotch-strap, threaded it
through a slot in the base of the vibrator's plow-shaped head,
then slid the tapered base of the vibrator's shaft under the
strap binding her mid-thighs together, nestled the vibrator
between her thighs, then re-secured the harness-strap's
buckle. The vibrator's head had now taken over the duty of
actually cleaving her labia, but the harness' crotch-strap was
still exerting pressure and very much remained in charge.
The curious shape Kelly had noticed earlier was obviously
intended to maximize pussy contact without penetration (or significant
penetration, anyway), and she conceded that it was a highly
"I don't have the energy for any nonsense," Lin purred, "so be a
good girl and don't disturb my sleep. Understand?"
Kelly nodded, rather frantically as she wanted to make sure Lin
could see her response in the dark.
Oh-by-the-way, Kelly noticed that Lin's nipples were erect but
intact, meaning they weren't pierced by rings or posts or
anything else, as far as she could tell. Apparently, Lin
had won her endurance battle and defeated the evil
nipple-piercing clamps that had been part of her
installation. Bravo! That meant Joan owed
Lin modeling services, if Kelly remembered correctly, which she
found to be an entirely favorable outcome. I hope Lin
does something really nasty to her, Kelly
thought. She had no doubt that the resulting sculpture
would be a masterpiece.
Meanwhile, Lin reached for the base of the vibrator, just
managing to ease her fingers past Kelly's thighs, and gave it a
Kelly shivered in her bonds. The wand was vibrating, which
wasn't exactly a huge surprise. She hadn't expected the
thing start singing or reciting poetry. But... as
vibration went... it was very low level. It was definitely
there, buzzing away against some of her absolutely favorite
nerve endings, but at a very low level!
"Quiet," Lin ordered as she climbed off Kelly's shivering form
and settled beside her on the bed. "Remember what I
said. Don't make me punish you." And with
that, she closed her eyes and (as far as Kelly could tell in the
semi-darkness) went to sleep!
Kelly fought to control her shivering body, stifling the
whimpers threatening to force their way through her gag, and did
her best to disregard the vibratory efforts of her new best
friend. Kelly's erotic pump was well primed (so to speak);
but, thankfully, the efforts of the friend in question were
barely there. Could she eventually ride the waves of
pathetically weak, but impossible to totally ignore, stimulation
to a satisfying orgasm? Maybe, but could she do so without
thrashing and mewling and waking up Lin? That was the real
question! Waking up Lin would be rude. She had
earned her beauty rest. Also, Kelly could do without any
punishment, meaning punishment in addition to being
tightly strapped in leather and insufficiently vibrated.
Kelly wished there was just a little more light in the bedroom,
enough for her to watch Lin as she slept... or pretended to
sleep. She could just make out the smile curling
Lin's lips, and the dim illumination highlighted her bedmate's
prominent cheekbones... and the curve of her shoulder... and
hip... and her cascade of raven-black hair. But Kelly
wanted to see more. Breasts would be nice.
Kelly also wanted the vibrator to either kick into high gear and
get serious... or stop. It did neither, but simply
continued its ultra-low-level buzz. Kelly heaved a deep,
silent, gagged sigh. She could tell it was going to be
very difficult to for her to get any sleep like this...
bound, helpless, next to Lin... and being barely
vibrated. Maybe I'll dream, she thought. And
I do maybe I'll start thrashing and rolling around and will
wake to find Lin giving me a spanking... or putting clamps on
my nipples... or something.
The under-vibrated and well-restrained prisoner closed her eyes
and continued trying to ignore her situation.
It was going to be a long night.