Grey Mansion
Southwest Washington, USA

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Nell McAndrew as... Nicole "Nikki" Grey

It was something of a miracle.  All five RSVPs had come back positive!  Everybody had said YES!!  Both of her college chums!  All three of their daughters, including her own!  Nicole Grey's dream of a month-long hen-party/slumber-party was going to happen!  No husbands!  No boyfriends!  It would be two generations of just us girls!

All of the invitees had jobs, careers, and work that needed doing, of course, and some had employees who depended on them.  Yet, all had agreed to turn things over to their subordinates for an entire month and/or to put their current activities and/or projects on hold.

Robyn ("Birdie") Brandon and her daughter Eppi!

Roslyn ("Rosie") Reid and her daughter Enid!

Pumpkin!  (Nicole's own daughter Faith!)

Faith didn't really count, of course... or was a special case.  She'd grown up in the mansion and made it home for visits often enough.  This time, however, Nicole's beloved "Pumpkin" would be back in her old room and underfoot for an entire month!

Also, while all of the rest had visited Grey Mansion before at least once, this time it would be all of them together for an entire month!
 
Nicole's smile turned slightly wicked.

At the moment she was comfortably ensconced in one of her favorite venues, a posh sitting-room that encompassed the entire top floor of one of the mansion's Gothic towers.  Its panoramic windows afforded a magnificent vista of the gardens, the cedar forest beyond, and the picturesque boathouse and the nearest beach of Grey Lake. 

Oh-by-the-way, the household staff had already finished their workdays and dispersed to their respective homes, which was why Nicole felt free to let her smile become as mischievous (and sinister) as she liked.  Granted, Cook was nearby—she lived in the estate's cozy guest cottage tucked into the forest near the boathouse—but she had left the mansion.  Anyway, there was no one there to witness (and possibly wonder about) Nicole's expression.
 
Why the puckish twist to the Mistress of the Mansion's exquisite lips?  Nicole had more in mind for her guests than gossiping, basking in the sun down by the lake to improve their tans, horseback riding, running/hiking on the estate's forest trails, swimming (in the pool or the lake), canoeing (in the lake but not the pool), reading good books, enjoying Cook's delicious cuisine, and just generally chilling out.  Also (and more importantly), this was the chance Nikki had been waiting for, her long awaited opportunity to show off her "Private Collection" to Birdie, Rosie, and possibly the next generation of the "Merry Tricksters" (as the college friends had called themselves at Cambridge).

The next generation in question—Eppi, Enid, and Pumpkin—knew each other (somewhat), but growing up they'd only had sporadic contact and all had attended different universities.  Nicole hoped to improve on that, to bring the youngsters much closer together... and she was especially looking forward to reinvigorating the shenanigans she'd enjoyed with Birdie and Rosie when they were youngsters.  In fact, she intended to take said shenanigans to a whole new level!

Yes, Nicole had her reasons for insisting that the month-long vacation not only had to happen, but had to happen here, in Grey Mansion, and (fingers crossed)... it was going to happen!

Nicole decided a minor celebration was in order.

Still smiling sweetly (wickedly), Nicole rose from her overstuffed armchair, tossed back the last of the tiny crystal stemmed glass of after-dinner sherry she'd been savoring as she'd enjoyed the sunset, then left the sitting room, descended the tower's spiral staircase, made her way to her home office and confirmed that Cook had armed the mansion's state-of-the-art security system before retiring to her cottage... then made her way down to the kitchen... continued further down to the basement... then strolled into the wine cellar.

The cellar was a stone-walled, subterranean, climate controlled chamber with the expected floor-to-ceiling racks of wine bottles.  To the left was an arched doorway leading to a tasting room, and to the right was the closed door of a utility closet.  Inside was a deep sink and a pair of ceiling-to-floor wardrobe-style cabinets containing cleaning and wine-tasting supplies.

Nicole entered the utility room, closed the door behind her, then strolled to the cabinet on the right, reached around the edge and pressed a knot in the wood until she heard a quiet click, then pulled on the entire cabinet.  It swung open on silent, well-oiled, heavy-duty hinges to reveal a long, dimly lit corridor.  The cabinet was a cleverly crafted, very solid, and virtually undetectable secret door!  Nicole crossed the threshold and pulled the cabinet/door closed behind her.

Like the wine cellar and the rest of the basement, the corridor beyond had stone floors, stone walls, and a stone barrel vault ceiling.  What light was available shone from widely spaced sconces set near the ceiling and protected by cage-like iron grills.  The fixtures evoked open flames flickering in smoky glass globes, but actually they were state-of-the-art LEDs.  There was also central heating provided by periodic narrow horizontal vents down near the floor and also protected by iron grills.  The ambiance was 100% spooky dungeon, very Hammer Horror Movie (just as Nicole and her very discrete architect had intended).

Nicole opened the first of the series of widely spaced heavy wooden timber doors on both sides of the corridor.  The space beyond was a compact cell containing only a tall wooden cabinet similar in style and construction to the cabinet/secret-door back in the wine cellar's utility room; however, this particular cabinet was nothing but an actual cabinet.  On its left was a top-to-bottom, single-panel, wardrobe-style door, and on its right a vertical stack of about a dozen rectangular drawers.

The smiling blonde pulled open the wardrobe door and began to undress.

Sandals... blouse... bra... skirt... and finally her panties were unbuckled, unbuttoned, unclasped, shrugged off her shoulders, tugged down her legs, and removed.  Gloriously nude, Nicole hung her clothing from hangers or folded them neatly and placed them on side shelves, then lined up her sandals side-by-side on the wooden floor and closed the wardrobe door.

Oh-by-the-way, Nicole Grey is blessed with a phenomenal body and works hard to keep herself in exquisite shape.  Really!  Nicole is a Viking Queen!—a Captain of Valkyries!—the Goddess Freya's Favorite Handmaiden!—the personification of the proverbial Brick Outhouse!

Before Nicole retired to a life of leisure at Grey Mansion she'd been a successful fitness model and occasional actress!  Her muscles were toned and well-defined—her skin firm, smooth, and richly tanned—her figure curvaceous and very feminine—her breasts unarguably magnificent—her features even and undeniably gorgeous—and her pale blue eyes stunningly attractive!  Nicole kept her flaxen hair cropped short in a tousled bob.  Not only was it stylish, charming, and appealing, but it was wash-and-wear practical!

Was The Mistress of the Mansion in her early fifties?  Yes, but her age didn't matter in the least.  Nicole Grey was HOT!!

The mature hottie in question executed a fill-body stretch—"Eeeyah!"—then opened one of the column of drawers on the right, reached inside, and pulled out a black leather panel-gag with a bright red silicon-rubber mouth-plug attached to its interior surface, and rather than the "traditional" rubber ball, the plug was anything but spherical.  It was a convoluted glob incorporating both a cavity to trap its wearer's tongue and a pair of molded trays to act as bite-protectors.

Nicole opened her mouth wide and eased the red gobstopper inside, rocking it back and forth and making sure her tongue slid into and filled the intended space and her teeth were well-seated in the trays.  The plug nearly filled her oral cavity to capacity, which, of course, was the designer's intent.  Its oval-shaped lip and mouth-covering panel was chamois thin, as was its wide strap.  Nicole buckled it tight at the nape of her neck, secured the buckle, and tucked the free end into the strap's retaining sleeve.  Her cheeks bulged above the gag and the panel and strap were tautly stretched across her lips, mouth, and much of her lower face.

Nude and now well-gagged, Nicole combed her fingers through her short flaxen locks, freeing the few strands that had been trapped under the gag-strap, then shook her head.  Her blond mop fluttered and settled into its default stylishly tousled state.

Satisfied with her preparations, Nicole opened the "Dungeon Dressing Room" door, padded across the threshold, closed the door behind her, and continued down the corridor.

Nicole's destination wasn't very far.  For years she'd been renovating and equipping the cells and chambers off the subterranean labyrinth beyond the Secret Door—the spaces she called her "Dungeons" and "Torture Chambers."  She opened a door and entered the venue she'd chosen for tonight's celebration.  It housed one of her earliest (and most favored) installations.

The concept was simple: a decidedly simplified version of Dr. Frankenstein's laboratory, or perhaps a holding cell in Herr Doktor's castle suitable for "minor experiments."  The decor was purposely spartan, without bubbling flasks, distillation apparatuses, crackling electrical coils, or lightning-like discharges bridging the gaps between insulated metal globes.  The furnishings were:

(1)  "The Slab," a rectangular table of heavy wooden timbers canted several degrees above the horizontal;

(2)  "The Console," a pedestal off to the side with a modest array of dials, push buttons, and levers, all decidedly Victorian/Edwardian in style;

(3)  "The Magic Window," a large rectangle of dark glass mounted between vertical and horizontal stanchions of wrought iron.

Oh-by-the-way, four widely separated and strategically positioned loops of wide, stiff leather belting material protruded through half-inch wide and eighteen-inch long slots facing diagonally inward and located near The Slab's four corners.  The interiors of the loops were padded with what appeared to be sheepskin and looked to be loose enough to allow a hypothetical damsel lying on her back on the slab to slide her pointing toes and feet and/or fingers and hands inside, thus leaving her wrists and ankles loosely confined and her limbs flung wide in a four-point spread.

The Slab had one more feature.  A slot similar to the angled slots housing the padded wrist and ankle loops ran up the center of The Slab from a couple of feet above its base to a foot or more past (and under) the butt of our hypothetical spreadeagled damsel, and mounted in the slot was a rectangular, rounded, hand-sized wooden object with an egg-shaped and ivory-colored spheroid attached to its upper edge and facing up the slope of The Slab.

Nicole padded to The Console and pressed a button.  Quiet electric motors began to hum and The Magic Window began to glow, revealing itself to be a very large high-definition TV/computer-monitor.  Then, Nicole navigated her way through a cascade of onscreen menus using a trackball, making choices from lists and setting various parameters.  It was now clear that most of the antiquated buttons, knobs, and doodads on the console were mere window dressing.  The chamber's computerized control system had a "WYSIWYG" interface.

With a final stab of a button the screen cleared and the cover image of one of Nicole's favorite bondage DVDs appeared, and next to it the large, red, easily read numbers of a digital countdown began ticking away.

5:00 ......  4:59 ......  4:58 ...

Nicole gracefully padded to The Slab, knowing that she had plenty of time to prepare herself, climbed onto its smooth, hard surface, reclined on her back, and slid her toes and feet into the lower loops.

3:47 ......  3:46 ......  3:45 ...

Next, she slid her fingers and hands through the upper loops.  Her ankles and wrists were now nestled comfortably within the loops' woolly padding and she was (as intended) in a full spreadeagle.

2:24 ......  2:23 ......  2:22 ...

Now... all Nicole could do was wait.  She could free herself, of course.  It was entirely possible.  It wouldn't even be particularly difficult.  Instead, she squirmed her entire body against the smooth, hard wood... for comfort... and in anticipation.

Finally...

0:04 ......  0:03 ......  0:02 ......  0:01 ......  0:00.

Three things happened simultaneously:

(1)  All four loops tightened and locked down!  Escape from The Slab was now manifestly impossible!

(2)  The wooden housing in The Slab's central slot began traveling upwards... slowly... and it didn't stop until its egg-shaped ivory attachment was firmly pressed against Nicole's pussy!

(3)  The Magic Window went dark.

Naked, inescapably spreadeagled on The Slab, well-gagged, and with the ivory egg squashed against her labia and nudging her clitoris... all Nicole could do was squirm and struggle and wait... and wait she did... for an additional minute... sixty very long and very helpless seconds.

Then... once again the Magic Window glowed to life and the opening credits of The Pearl Necklace began to play.

Nicole tugged on the wrist-loops and attempted to kick against the ankle-loops, but she knew it to be pointless.  She'd designed The Slab's restraints to make it pointless.  She didn't bother attempting to scream for help through her gag.  She'd chosen the tongue-and-jaw-trapping-panel-gag for its effectiveness.  In any case, there was no one in The Dungeons to hear her "scream"... just as there was no one in the basement beyond the wine cellar's Secret Door... and no one in the empty mansion above.

The ivory egg was programmed to wait until the DVD's "good parts" (meaning the extended bondage scenarios in store for the female cast of The Pearl Necklace), then vibrate and gradually built in intensity until the climax (so to speak) of the scene!  The Mistress of Grey Mansion knew she was in for a wild ride!

Nicole's long-planned reunion with her college chums and all three of their daughters was a done deal!

Let the celebration begin!