|by Van © 2015
delicious... and socially awkward.
Karli did an excellent job of feeding Agatha without dribbling
soup, salad dressing, or anything else on either her wrap, the
tablecloth, or down her terrycloth-wrapped cleavage.
Catherine proved equally adept at feeding Finley. After
the soup and a small mixed salad, the main course was some sort
of beef in some sort of sauce or gravy. If the name of the
recipe was ever mentioned, Agatha missed it. Anyway, it
was delicious, and so was the cheesecake desert. Wine
accompanied the meal, but not a different variety with each
course. Agatha guessed that went with the meal being
"casual." If Karli was the cook, as Agatha remembered
being mentioned at some point, the smiling blonde had done a
very good job.
As for conversation... few words were exchanged, and by
everyone's expressions (except Agatha) there was an undercurrent
of amusement, and all of it at Agatha's expense. There was
no overt, explicit teasing, but it was quite clear that
Catherine, Karli, and even Finley were enjoying Agatha's
discomfiture. And Agatha didn't learn anything new.
There was no confirmation that this—whatever "this" was—happened
every Thursday, and the book Finley had brought to her
hostess/captor was never discussed. Agatha never even
learned if the supposed book had been unwrapped.
There was one thing: Agatha's suspicion that Finley was more
co-conspirator than fellow captive was strengthened. There
was nothing explicit, and Finley continued to send visual
daggers of various varieties in Agatha's direction, but she also
exchanged a few knowing smiles with Catherine. Agatha
noticed their subtle communication several times, but only from
the corner of one eye as she was being fed by Karli.
Anyway, the most unusual dinner party of Agatha's life?
No, ya think?!
Finally, the last bite of cheesecake was consumed and the last
wineglass emptied. Agatha and Finley were allowed a final
sip, swish, and swallow of water, then "enjoyed" the final
course: wide strips of Elastoplast tape plastered over their
lips and smoothed by the strong fingers of their respective
feeders. Then, Agatha and Finley watched as Catherine and
Karli cleared the table. This involved the stacking of
plates, platters, and silver and multiple trips from the dining
room and through the swinging door to the kitchen. Soon,
the table was clear and Catherine had removed the table cloth,
making sure she captured all the crumbs as she folded the white
linen cloth and carried it away. Karli placed a doily and
a vase with cut flowers in the center of the table, then left
for the kitchen.
Agatha and Finley were left behind, still tied to their chairs
with their arms folded behind their backs and their fingers,
hands, and forearms mummified under tight, overlapping layers of
white Vet-wrap. Did Finley resume staring at her wayward
employee more or less nonstop? Yes, and all Agatha could
do in response was blush. She noticed that Finley had very
nice skin. She'd always thought so, but this was the first
time she'd seen her boss in anything but business attire, and
the dusting of freckles on her bare shoulders, arms, and
cleavage was... nice. Agatha avoided meeting Finley's
gagged, disapproving face, but she did appreciate what she could
see of the redhead's peach-pink skin. Nice.
The clatter of dishes being loaded into a dishwasher came from
After about a minute Catherine reappeared, still wearing her
black silk robe. She pulled Finley and her chair back from
the table and proceeded to untie her rope bonds. Agatha's
earlier surmise had been correct. The captives' chair
bondage was identical—or had been. Finley was now free
from her chair. Arm-bound and tape-gagged, yes, but free
from her chair. Agatha noted that Finley's legs and feet
were also nice, like her shoulders and upper arms.
Catherine smiled, leaned close to Agatha, and planted a kiss on
her tape-gagged lips. "Goodnight, Munchkin," she purred,
then led Finley from the dining room. Finley favored her
employee with one last disdainful stare... and Agatha was
alone—bound to her chair, clothed only in the beach-wrap, her
mouth taped shut, and alone. It was her third bound and
gagged abandonment/languishing interlude of the day. First
there had been the spare bedroom, then the attic, and now... the
dining room. The bathroom didn't count. She'd been
locked in and naked, but not bound and gagged. Agatha
heaved a deep, very sad sigh, and settled in to wait. Woe
is me, she thought, then blinked her eyes and pouted her
tape-gagged lips in irritation. 'Woe is me,'
she fumed. Talk about your tired clichés.
Thankfully, the Tragic Interlude was short lived. The
clattering from the kitchen stopped, the quiet hum of a modern
dishwasher doing its thing started, and Karli reappeared.
"All finished," the tall blonde said with a grin, pulled Agatha
and her chair away from the table, and began untying her rope
bonds. Agatha watched as Karli neatly coiled the ropes
that had bound both captives, placed them atop a sideboard, then
took a gentle grip on Agatha's left upper-arm—her bare
left upper-arm—lifted her to her feet, and led her from the
stop was the second story bathroom. Karli lifted the lid
of the commode, hiked up the lower hem of Agatha's beach wrap,
and plunked the mortified prisoner down on the seat.
Agatha blushed and blinked through her glasses at her smiling
handler. I ought to be used to this by now, she
thought, but I'm not. She did manage to empty her
bladder, then reached a new level of embarrassment as Karli
lifted her to her feet and used a warm, wet washcloth to clean
her crotch. Well... that happened, Agatha thought,
And then, it was out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into
Karli's bedroom. A firm but gentle hand was pressed
against Agatha's back, and she flopped down onto the bed.
"Mrrrf!" It was half whine and half outraged
complaint. Agatha had been expecting to be locked in the
spare bedroom, maybe with her hands tied or taped, just only by
herself. But here she was in Karli's room! With
"Stay," Karli ordered, then stepped into her closet.
Apparently, it was of the walk-in variety. Agatha couldn't
confirm that from the bed, but it was pretty obvious.
Anyway Karli reemerged in about a minute. Her sneakers,
jeans, and blouse were gone, and in their place she was wearing
a light cotton robe. Agatha couldn't tell if she was
wearing anything underneath. The robe was shades of blue
and gray in a geometric pattern suggesting a Mexican or Native
American blanket. Karli's feet were bare.
"My turn in the bathroom, Munchkin," Karli announced. "I
expect to find you on the bed when I return, understand?"
Agatha nodded, gravely. "I could tie your ankles," Karli
continued, "but I'm going to trust you. Do you give me
Agatha blinked several times, then nodded. Why not?
she thought. Might as well be a good little
Karli smiled and left, locking the bedroom door behind her.
Agatha's heart was pounding, again. She was lying on her
right side, her beach-wrap had hiked up, and most of her left
hip was exposed. Squirming, writhing, and rolling on the
bed to restore what little coverage the wrap allowed might be
possible, but what was the point? Agatha looked around at
the bedroom, again. Nothing had changed since this
afternoon. The eleven-inch Princess Leia was still
languishing in her collar and chain on the bookshelf, the
Rocketeer was still rescuing Betty, and Karli's books were still
neatly stacked. Agatha supposed she could roll off the
bed, pad to the bookshelf, and read the titles on the dustcover
spines, but that would be a violation of her parole.
So... naked but for the beach-wrap, her arms folded behind her
back and encased in Vet-wrap, and her mouth sealed by a strip of
Elastoplast tape, Agatha waited, her heart beating rapidly as
she panted through flaring nostrils and she tried her best not
to shiver with... dread? Yes, she was feeling dread.
Her plight certainly couldn't be described as excitement or
anticipation... or arousal.
Finally... inevitably... the key rattled in the lock, the
bedroom door opened, and Karli returned. Now, Agatha's
heart was really hammering and she was losing the battle
to not shiver.
Karli turned off the overhead light, then strolled across the
suddenly dark bedroom and clicked on the reading lamp on the
bedside table. It had a Wonder Woman shade and an
action-figure-size statue of the Amazon Princess mounted to its
base. The tiny Diana was striking a heroic and sexy pose,
of course. The lamp's bulb was surprisingly dim, more a
nightlight than something one could use to read.
Meanwhile, Karli had released the robe's sash, opened the robe,
and let it slither from her body and pool on the floor.
She stooped and retrieved the garment, then tossed it on a
nearby chair. This left the smiling blonde completely in
the nude, of course.
Needless to say, Karli had Agatha's full attention. Oh.
My. God. It was hardly a surprise that Karli
had a hot, athletic bod, but... Holy guacamole!
Gorgeous was a totally inadequate descriptor, in Agatha's humble
opinion. Agatha stared at her captor/hostess /handler with
open adoration. She couldn't help herself. She
resolved to locate a thesaurus and find an adequate adjective to
describe Karli's smooth, firm, athletic pulchritude at her first
Smiling down at Agatha, Karli picked up a plastic bottle, popped
the cap, and squeezed a dollop of white lotion on her left
palm. She returned the bottle to the nightstand, rubbed
her hands together, and began rubbing the lotion on her
arms. "I always moisturize before bed," she purred as she
replenished the lotion and began massaging her shoulders...
neck... and breasts.
Wow! Agatha thought as Karli worked her way down her
entire body. The lotion had a very pleasant, woodsy scent,
possibly cedar. Eventually, Karli's body glistened in the
dim light, and the smiling blond continued working the lotion
into her skin. Wow!
Finally, her self-annointment complete, Karli leaned over the
bed, pulled the bedspread and top sheet down the bed and from
under Agatha's body, then reached for the button of the
blinking, wide eyed prisoner's beach-wrap.
"Nrrrrf!" Agatha tried rolling away, but Karli succeeded
in unbuttoning and removing the wrap without difficulty.
"Stop squirming," Karli chuckled as she climbed onto bed next to
her now naked captive.
This time, Agatha didn't follow orders. She not only
continued squirming, but she also kicked and tried to roll away.
"None of that, silly girl," Karli chuckled, then lifted a leg
over Agatha's body and settled a portion of her weight on the
wiggling prisoner's hips and lower tummy. She then reached
for the bottle of lotion, poured a generous dollop on her hands,
and rubbed them together. "You have very pretty skin,
Agatha," she purred, then began massaging lotion on Agatha's
shoulders and breasts.
"Mrrrpfh!" Heart hammering like never before, Agatha
shivered from head to toe.
"Yes, very pretty skin," Karli sighed. She
continued moisturizing her captive, and Agatha continued
shivering. Apparently satisfied with the state of Agatha's
front, she lifted herself onto her knees, flipped Agatha onto
her stomach, settled back down, and moisturized the diminutive
brunette's back. She then climbed off Agatha and
moisturized her rump, thighs, calves, and feet.
Agatha didn't struggle as Karli completed her intimate
task. She did continue shivering, however, especially when
Karli rubbed lotion on her inner thighs. A thrill of dread
rippled between Agatha's legs and up her spine when the edge of
Karli's palm brushed against her labia. A naked massage
from a naked masseuse. Wow! A naked massage
from a naked Karli! Double-wow!
Agatha's "ordeal" complete, Karli capped the bottle, returned it
to the bedside table, reclined next to Agatha, pulled the covers
over both their bodies. She then turned off the Wonder
Woman lamp. Just to be clear, Karli was snuggling
with her naked, bound and gagged captive! This did not
help Agatha's shivering problem, to say the least.
"My poor little adorable Munchkin," Karli whispered in Agatha's
ear. "Don't be frightened. I'm not going to do
anything to you."
You mean anything else, don't you? Agatha
"If you need to use the little damsel's room during the night,"
Karli purred, "just find a way to wake me up. I won't
mind." She kissed the top of Agatha's head.
And that was that. Agatha lay in Karli's gentle embrace,
very much aware of the bulge of her captor's breasts against her
back, and the pressure of her firm thighs against her
rump. Wow! Getting myself kidnapped, stripped
naked, bound and gagged, and spooning all night with my
kidnapper was not on my plan for the day.
Following Finley had sounded like a fun lark, but this?
Eventually, Agatha stopped shivering, her heart rate slowed...
and she realized she was falling asleep. Go figure!
bedroom of Sinister Stirling Mansion had an attached master
bath, so Catherine and Finley were able to prepare for bed
without bothering Agatha and Karli. More precisely,
Catherine helped Finley prepare for bed, in much the
same way that Karli had helped Agatha; however, Catherine
dispensed with Finley's beach-wrap and her own robe almost
immediately upon entering the bedroom. This was not the
first meeting of the "book club." Finley's box-tie
Vet-wrap bondage and Elastoplast gag had remained intact through
all preparations and all the way into bed. Why? It
was Catherine's preference (and Finley's turn on the bottom).
Like Karli, it was Catherine's habit to moisturize nightly, and
Finley watched as her hostess/captor took her time, rubbing
lotion over her entire body. Was the statuesque, beautiful
brunette putting on a show for her red-haired captive? Of
course. And after Catherine's form had taken on a slightly
glistening sheen from head to toe, she proceeded to moisturize
Finley tried to maintain a pretense of Righteous Outrage, but
what was the point? This was foreplay and they both knew
Preliminaries complete, Catherine climbed between the sheets of
the king-size, four-poster bed and snuggled with her house
guest, prisoner, and fellow book club member. She peeled
the tape from Finley's lips and planted a deep, wet kiss on her
pouting lips. Finley returned the kiss for several
seconds, then hummed and broke contact. "What is it,
darling?" Catherine purred. Her left hand was teasing
Finley's right nipple.
"You told Karli to go easy on Agatha, right?" Finley
asked. She was shivering in her bonds, slightly, and in
Catherine's embrace, but otherwise was doing her best to be all
business. It was... difficult.
Catherine smiled and gave Finley's breast a gentle squeeze
before answering. "Karli knows she's already in enough
trouble for seizing both the initiative and your darling
little clerk, darling. I ordered her to keep Agatha safe,
but not to take any liberties." She released
Finley's right breast, then gave the redhead's left nipple a
playful tweak. "She can cuddle and spoon with her prisoner
all night, but no torture..." She kissed Finley's pouting
lips, again. "And no nookie." Her hand slid down
Finley's body and cupped the shivering captive's labia.
"I'll torture her later, for being so impetuous."
"And by 'her' you mean Karli, of course," Finley gasped.
Catherine's hand was slowly caressing her pussy. "N-not
"Of course," Catherine chuckled quietly, then kissed Finley's
left ear. "I assume you're going to torture our
little snoop—" She kissed Finley's ear, again. "—at
"In a manner of speaking," Finley confirmed. "I'll make
sure she's discrete to the point of total silence about our...
"What she knows of it," Catherine purred.
"What she knows of it," Finley agreed, then gasped as
Catherine's index finger parted her labia and slid between the
flushed, glistening folds of flesh. "Ahhh—mrrrf!"
Catherine's right hand was now clamped over Finley's mouth, even
as the grinning brunette's left hand continued its slow, gentle,
intimate massage of her pussy. "Mrrrpfh."
"Quiet, you," Catherine chuckled. "My bedroom is
reasonably soundproof, but Karli and her Munchkin are only two
doors down." The massage continued, at some point crossing
the line into frigging, and Finley began writhing in Catherine's
embrace, as well as continuing to shiver.
"I said, quiet," Catherine whispered. "I guess I'll have
to take measures." She climbed onto Finley's body,
settling a portion of her weight on the squirming redhead's
waist, and all the while maintaining her hand-gag. "Lucky
for you, I come prepared."
Finley continued her weak struggles as Catherine pulled
something out from under the pillow and began stuffing it into
Finley's mouth. The something in question was a wad of
smooth, white fabric, probably a polyester blend, or possibly
"Those are the panties you wore to today's meeting," Catherine
explained, then produced a second wad and began stuffing it into
Finley's mouth alongside the first. "And these are my
panties." She maintained her hand-gag, keeping the panties
in place, then produced a partial roll of white Vet-wrap and
began wrapping it around Finley's head, first cleaving her lips
and anchoring the silky mass filling her mouth to capacity, then
mummifying her lower face from nose to chin.
Finley confined her physical resistance to a little kicking of
her legs and twisting and squirming of her lower body.
Catherine's weight and strong (shapely) thighs controlled her
efforts easily. She did lock eyes with her smiling captor
and send more of the proverbial daggers in her captor's smug
direction, but more or less cooperated in the application of her
"There, that will keep you quiet," Catherine purred as she
smoothed the layers of tape. She smiled down at Finley,
leaned forward and placed her hands to either side of Finley's
now thoroughly gagged head, and locked her elbows.
Finley redirected her gaze to Catherine's hanging breasts.
God, she's magnificent, the prisoner sighed. The
breasts in question were large without being huge, and despite
their owner's fifty-something years, remained firm. And
Finley knew from personal experience that not only did they look
firm, they were firm... within reason. Finley
sighed through her gag, again. Reason has nothing to
do with it, she mused.
Catherine seemed to be reading her prisoner's thoughts.
She sat back, still pinning Finley to the bed with a portion of
her weight, cupped her own breasts with both hands, smiled, and
squeezed. "You like these?" she purred, then leaned to the
side, opened the top drawer of the nightstand, and produced a
pair of clover clamps, spring-loaded nipple clamps of chrome
steel connected by a light chain. She settled her weight
back on Finley's tummy, squeezed her thighs together, then began
teasing her nipples with the business ends of the clamps.
"You wish it was your turn on top, don't you?" Catherine
purred. Her nipples were already erect, as were Finley's,
and she continued using the clamps to toy with the nubbins of
dark pink flesh. "You wish you could use these things to
torment my nipples, don't you?"
Finley gazed at the nipples in question. Catherine's
questions were rhetorical, of course, but in both cases the
answer was a resounding yes!
"Unfortunately," Catherine purred, "tonight I'm on
top." And with that, she began teasing Finley's left
nipple with one of the clamps, letting the other rest on the
Finley shivered and squirmed. She knew what was coming.
Catherine squeezed the base of the clamp with her left hand,
opening the vice-like pads—gripped, pulled, and stretched
Finley's left nipple between her right thumb and index
finger—then closed the clamp around the base of the nipple.
Finley squeezed her eyes closed and forced a whine past her
gag. "Mmmmf!" The damn thing hurt! Just like
it had hurt the last time. And the time before. She
whined again—"Mmmmf!"—when Catherine clamped her right
nipple. The initial jolt was already settling into an
unpleasant but bearable burn... also like on previous occasions.
Catherine smiled as she crooked the connecting chain with her
right index finger and gave the clamps a playful tug.
Finley winced and glared in response.
"I'll take care of Karli," Catherine said, "and you make sure
Agatha is a good girl. No more sneaking around, and no
gossiping to her friends. If not—" She tugged on the
chain, again, and Finley winced, again. "—I'll lock the
little snoop in my basement, chained to the wall, and brainwash
her until she will be good. Understand?"
Finley's response was a scathing stare, rather than a submissive
nod. She even managed to ignore a third tug on the
nipple-clamps. They'd assessed Agatha's reaction soon
after her "kidnapping," while the adorable little snoop was
languishing in the spare bedroom, discussed the situation, and
agreed that Agatha was trustworthy... within limits.
Catherine's warning was pure theater. Anyway, Finley would
handle Agatha. On that they'd already agreed.
Catherine reached into to the bedside table drawer, again, but
this time returned with a torpedo-style vibrator. It was
covered with purple latex and had a curved tip. "My new
toy," she purred, turning the vibrator in her hands for Finley's
inspection. "It's rechargable. The unit fits right
in the drawer with the cord trailing out the back.
Multiple speeds, and as you can see—" She stuck out her
tongue and gave the conical, curved tip a delicate, kittenish
lick. "It's designed to entertain G-spots."
Catherine then climbed off Finley's body, reclined under the
covers, snuggled close and embraced Finley from behind, and
nuzzled her ear. "You're going to cum like a little bunny
all night," she whispered.
Finley shivered in Catherine's embrace. Her hostess/lover
had crooked her right thumb through the nipple-clamps'
connecting chain and was keeping a firm pressure on both
clamps. The burn had already transitioned to something
halfway between torment and stimulation, also like on
previous occasions. Catherine did something to the base of
the vibrator—"Hmm..."—and it buzzed to life. Finley
shivered and kicked as Catherine began running the vibrator's
tip back and forth against her labia.
"Don't you dare close your legs, Red," Catherine
whispered. Red was her nickname for Finley, of
course. "If you don't stop playing hard to get, I'll lash
your ankles to the tops of separate bedposts and whip your
Finley continued shivering and squirming, but she stopped
kicking and kept her thighs spread. She knew Catherine
wasn't kidding about a little whipping and kept a riding crop in
her bedroom for just that purpose. Best not to give her an
excuse, or more precisely, any further excuse.
Catherine continued teasing Finley's pussy with the
vibrator. She had no intention of granting her guest a
quick orgasm. The first climax of the evening should be
earned, coming (cumming) only after many, many long minutes of
teasing frustration. Not for the first time, Catherine
reflected on the fact that the one whose turn it was to be on
the bottom almost always got the majority of the evening's
orgasms, sometimes all of the evening's orgasms.
That didn't have to be the case, of course, but it was the norm
for Catherine, Red, and Karli's "book club."
morning, Friday morning, Karli roused her house
guest/captive, restored her glasses, and took her down the hall
to use the bathroom.
Agatha's arms were still folded behind her back and her fingers,
hands, and forearms mummified under tight, overlapping layers of
white Vet-wrap, and she was still naked. She was also
tape-gagged, but not for long. After she'd emptied her
bladder, Karli peeled the strip of Elastoplast from the pouting
pixie's lips, filled a glass with cold water, and held it for
Agatha to drink.
Karli was also naked, still naked, as she'd been all
night... in bed... with Agatha. In the morning light
flooding through the bathroom window, Agatha gazed (leered) at
her tall, athletic kidnapper's and recent bed-mate's body.
She really would make a magnificent Viking Shieldmaiden,
Agatha thought. Maybe I can talk her into cosplaying
at the next ComicCon. She gazed at Karli's strong,
firm muscles, flat, well-sculpted stomach, and full, firm
breasts. And Agatha could confirm that Karli's breasts were
firm. They'd been pressed against various parts of
Agatha's anatomy for most of the night. Anyway, full
breasts, strong shoulders, beautiful face... Karli's
physique was lithe and strong, but she was no bodybuilder.
She was very feminine... and gorgeous. And she had
an allover tan. I wonder how she does that? Agatha
wondered. Sunbathing in the backyard? And
she had gorgeous blue eyes—which were staring at Agatha right
now. Agatha blushed bright crimson.
"A penny for your thoughts," Karli purred as she led her naked
charge back to her bedroom.
"V-viking!" Agatha blurted. "You should cosplay a
Viking. 'B-because you are one."
"I see," Karli said quietly.
Was it Agatha's imagination, or was Karli blushing as
well? Not as much as Agatha, of course, but the blonde's
cheeks had taken on a rosy tinge.
"I know," Karli chuckled. They entered the bedroom, she
led Agatha to the bed, then sat her down. "I'll cosplay a
shieldmaiden of Rohan, and you'll be my Hobbit prisoner."
"Viking, Rohan, same thing," Agatha huffed. "But what,
exactly, does a 'Hobbit prisoner' look like?"
Karli had stepped into the closet, but her voice easily reached
Agatha on the bed. "You know what a Hobbit looks like:
bare, hairy feet, peasant skirt, apron, scoop-neck blouse so
you'll be showing Hobbit-cleavage, and pointy ears. You'll
have to buy a pair of granny glasses, of course."
And the 'captive' part? Agatha wondered.
"And as for the 'captive' part," Karli continued, apparently
reading Agatha's mind, "your wrists will be bound behind your
back, you'll have a rope leash around your neck, and you'll be
cleave-gagged with a rag of rough-spun cloth. Voilà,
Hobbit prisoner." Karli returned to the bedroom, but now
she was fully dressed in sneakers, jeans, and cotton
blouse. The blouse was different from yesterday, but she
was dressed. She was also carrying Agatha's folded jeans,
blouse, and sneakers. "Here, get dressed," she said as she
placed the clothes on the bed next to Agatha.
Agatha tugged on her Vet-tape bonds. "And how am I
supposed to do that?" she muttered.
"Silly me," Karli chuckled. "I'll help." She knelt
and pulled Agatha's jeans over her feet, then stood, lifted
Agatha to her bare feet, and pulled the jeans up the bound
"Hey, my panties!" Agatha objected.
"Sorry, Munchkin," Karli purred as she zipped and buttoned
Agatha's jeans. "I put your delicates in to soak and
forgot to put them in the dryer. You'll have to go
"Commando," Agatha huffed. Her cheeks were burning, once
Karli knelt and laced on Agatha's sneakers, then grabbed the
prisoner's blouse and led her from the bedroom. "Don't
worry, I'll drop off your unmentionables at the store, in a
plain brown wrapper, of course. Either that, or you can
come back by and pick them up yourself, anytime after today."
"Very funny," Agatha pouted. Wearing jeans, sneakers, and
glasses (and still blushing), and with Karli firmly gripping her
left arm, they descended the stairs and approached the entryway.
Catherine and Finley were waiting. Catherine was in a very
pretty dress and (as always) was looking very
beautiful. Finley was next to her, fully dressed in the
same outfit as yesterday, including the raincoat.
Catherine was smiling. Finley was not.
"Good morning, Agatha," Catherine said.
"G-good morning," Agatha stammered, then smiled at Finley (or
tried to, anyway). "Good morning."
"Morning," Finley said evenly (almost in a growl). She
still wasn't smiling.
Agatha was very much aware that she was topless... with her
breasts in plain sight... which is what topless means, of
course. Karli had produced a pair of bandage scissors from
somewhere and was finally slicing through her Vet-wrap
bonds. Agatha was still blushing... and doing her best not
to shiver with embarrassment.
"Adorable," Catherine sighed.
Finley rolled her green eyes in response, but was that a smile
quivering on her lips?
Free of her bonds and her hands and forearms tingling, Agatha
rubbed her hands together and rolled her shoulders. It
felt very good not to have her arms folded behind her back and
wrapped in tape, very good.
"Well," Finley huffed, "make yourself decent. What are you
Agatha realized Karli was still behind her and was holding her
blouse, waiting for her to slide her arms into the
sleeves. She did so, then fumbled to close the buttons.
"We're going to breakfast," Finley announced. "And then to
work." Obviously, she was addressing Agatha.
Breakfast? Agatha thought. Breakfast is good.
Karli had taken Agatha's trench coat down from a coat hook and
was holding it for Agatha. She slid her arms into the
sleeves, then cinched the cloth belt around her waist.
"And no talking," Finley ordered. "You'll speak when
spoken to, understand?"
Agatha blinked through her glasses, and nodded.
Karli opened the front doors, both the entryway's inner door and
the outer door. Catherine planted a kiss on Finley's lips,
then did the same to Agatha as she passed.
Agatha turned and looked back at her hostesses. She
thought she ought to say something, but, (A) nothing clever
and/or appropriate came to mind, and (B) Finley had ordered her
to keep her trap shut. Agatha decided an embarrassed smirk
and surreptitious wave would have to do. She then hurried
"Adorable," Karli sighed as the redhead and diminutive brunette
strolled away down the block.
"She certainly is," Catherine agreed as Karli closed and locked
the font door. "Now..." Catherine's smile faded as
she stared at her blond maid. Technically, Karli's
position was that of maid, but she was also much
more. "It was reckless and irresponsible of you to grab
the Munchkin. You should have just shooed her on her
way. You escalated things totally out of control."
Karli shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea at the time,
and I was in control."
"A good idea," Catherine sighed, slowly shaking her head.
"Your clothing privileges are revoked until further
notice. Fetch a full set of slave chains from the basement
and report to the Garden Parlor."
Karli's gaze dropped to the carpet and her lips pursed in a truly
tragic pout. Only Catherine had the keys to the chains in
the basement. "Yes, Mistress," she sighed, then headed for
the stairs and her bedroom to put away her clothes.