by Van © 2025
		Chapter 10

Mistress Nicole led Eppi, her youthful, naked, bound, and gagged captive through Grey Mansion... into the kitchen... down the stairs to the basement... across the basement to the wine cellar... through the Secret Door concealed in the wine cellar's storeroom... and into the subterranean labyrinth that was the Dungeons and Torture Chambers of Down Below.  She could have used the Secret Door behind the mirror in the back of the walk-in closet of her majestic Master/Mistress Bedchamber (or one of the two other cunningly disguised Secret Doors hidden elsewhere in the mansion), but she decided to impress Eppi by revealing the "Main" entrance, which she had purposely designed to be the most melodramatically camouflaged portal.

By all appearances Eppi was suitably impressed.  She'd visited Down Below once before while under the control of and at the insistence of Cook, and once she'd spent some "quality time" naked, bound, gagged, and tethered to an iron ring embedded in the wall of a very convincing medieval dungeon cell while in the company of Enid and Faith (who were also naked, bound, gagged, and tethered to the wall).  On that occasion, however, she'd entered and exited the subterranean complex with a light-tight (but thankfully not airtight) black spandex hood covering her gagged head.  This time she was neither hooded nor blindfolded and was therefore able to visually appreciate the cunning cleverness of the disguised entrance.  Yes, Eppi was impressed.  The Secret Door was spot on creepy, spooky, and venue appropriate.  Very Hammer Horror Movie.

Resplendent in her pretty summer-weight sundress (with spaghetti straps) and sandals, Nicole dragged (led) Eppi (who was resplendent in her total nudity) through the maze of stone passageways.

Eppi reflected that her wrists-bound-together-with-hands-palm-to-palm in combination with her elbows-pressed-together bondage was quite restrictive.  It rolled her shoulders back, thrust her boobs out (enhancing their prominence), and made her resolve to increase the frequency of Hatha yoga sessions in her fitness routine, but at the moment she was... okay.

Also, the gag, with its silicon rubber tongue-trapping and bite-protecting mouth-plug filling her mouth, leather panel pressing against her lips and lower face, and strap tightly buckled against the nape of her neck and under her tousled brown tresses, was quite effective.  She wasn't testing its efficacy at the moment, but there was no need as she'd already tested the damn thing upstairs in the sitting room with the others watching and listening (and gloating as they enjoyed her predicament).

Finally, the conditioned hemp rope leash loosely knotted around her neck and with its other end in Mistress Grey's hand compelled Eppi to pad in the immediate wake of her gorgeous, tan, blond, 40-or-50-something captor.  Eppi was being taken for "walkies" while naked, bound, and gagged!  It was... interesting.  It might not be her first time, but she still found it interesting.

They arrived at a typical dungeon door of heavy wooden timbers with semi-ornate iron bands (in Medieval/Gothic-style) and studded with iron bolts, identical (or strikingly similar) to all the doors they'd already passed.  Eppi had no idea why her Binder had led her to this particular door, but here they were.  She watched as Faith's mom unlocked and opened the door in question—Click!  Creeeee!—led her across the threshold... and closed and locked the door behind them.  Creeeee...Thud!  Click!

Eppi's big brown eyes blinked as she looked around.  Apparently, Nicole had taken her to... Dr. Frankenstein's Laboratory?

It was a rather generously sized chamber with a vaulted ceiling of roughly dressed stone, the same grey stone as all of the ceilings, walls, and floors Eppi had encountered thus far).  Light shone from wall-mounted sconces of "hand-forged" iron cages housing glowing chimneys of amber glass with what were probably LED "flames" flickering within.  There were also stylistically similar fixtures dangling from the ceiling on iron chains.  Finally, directly over the center of the room and also dangling from chains, was a rectangular grid of spotlights with polished reflectors, all focused downwards.  The array was dark at the moment, but directly under it was positioned a... framework?  Table?  Some sort of heavy armature?

Eppi continued blinking.  Whatever the thing under the spotlights might be called, it was made of heavy wooden timbers and its general shape was that of a... gingerbread man.  It had two legs, a body/torso, two arms, and a head, or more properly a headrest.  In short, it was a stick-figure made from thick wooden beams and was canted at an angle of thirty or forty degrees with the headrest end slanting upwards.

Oh-by-the-way, solidly attached to the upper surfaces of the beams and running in metal-lined slots solidly embedded in the wood were cuff-like medical-style restraints!  Obviously, when they were properly adjusted and buckled tight, a hypothetical naked Bindee (such as, for example, Eppi Brandon) would find herself bound to the timbers at her ankles, thighs (just above her knees), upper-arms, wrists, and neck!  Also, a large "cuff" (with three buckles) waited to restrain her waist.  She decided that particular detail was more properly called a "corset-belt."  Once on The Gingerbread Slab, (Eppi decided to mentally label the apparatus/armature "The Gingerbread Slab"), she (Eppi!) would be in the classic Reclined Spread-Eagle position, helpless to prevent Nicole (the Binder) from doing whatever she wished to do to her helpless body!

Her pretty brown eyes wide, Eppi took an involuntary barefoot step back, which was all the leash still in Nicole's hand would allow.  The Gingerbread Slab was scary!  "Mrrrrrf!" she whined.

Smiling in a reassuring manner, Nicole draped her right arm over Eppi's shoulders and gave her Bindee a sideways hug.  "Oh, Eppi," she sighed.  "Please don't spoil our session right off the bat by throwing a hysterical fit."

Eppi's response was to continue blinking and staring at the Slab... that and to delicately shiver in her bonds and her Binder's embrace.

"You know I'm not really going to hurt you, you silly goose," Nicole reassured Eppi as she briefly (and warmly) tightening her hug.  "But I am going to put you on that thing, and you're going to let me.  Also..."  She pulled her iPhone from the pocket of her sundress and held it for Eppi to see.  "I can always call Cook and order her to stop whatever she's doing to come down here and help, and I have no doubt that that will make her very cranky.  Once back upstairs she'd no doubt suggest that the others tickle your mother in retaliation.  Nobody likes a spoilsport."

Eppi blinked at the iPhone, then favored her Binder with a gagged scowl.  Her Binder was being unfair.  It was perfectly reasonable for her to be terrified, as well as reluctant to be naked and bound on The Gingerbread Slab... but she also knew it was true that there was no way that Nicole Grey was going to cause her actual harm.  Also, despite everything, she was curious, and the threat of her mom being tickle-tortured by the gang upstairs was the perfect excuse to overrule her fear and, as reluctant as she might be, to cooperate.  Eppi heaved a truly tragic gagged sigh... then favored her Binder with a petulant gagged pout.  Well played, she thought.

Nicole smiled (not that she'd ever stopped smiling), leaned close, and planted a kiss on Eppi's right cheek, right where it bulged (slightly) above the strap of the panel-gag (with its  tongue-trapping-and-bite-protecting-gobstopper).  Then, maintaining her friendly half-embrace, she led her Bindee on the rest of her short, barefoot journey to The Gingerbread Slab.

Eppi didn't exactly aid with the process of getting her out of her rope bondage and onto The Slab, but she didn't vigorously resist either.  She sort of "let" herself be manipulated onto The Slab, in a naked, pouting, and sullen manner, of course.  Then, lying on her bound wrists and elbows, she watched (with gagged interest) as her Binder buckled The Slab's cuffs around her ankles and lower thighs.  Her legs were now widely splayed and stringently bound to the heavy timbers.  Next, Mistress Grey helped her (meaning forced her) to lean forward at the waist into a full crunch... then "patiently" wait while her wrists and elbows were untied.  Once that was accomplished, Nicole helped (forced) her to lay back, seized her left hand, pulled it upwards, and buckled the left cuff around her left wrist.

As this was happening Eppi briefly revisited the topic of fighting back, but at this point she knew that, to coin a phrase, resistance was futile... and soon, very soon, it was also too late to even try.  The right wrist-cuff was buckled tightly in place... then the right and left upper-arm/bicep-cuffs... then the corset-belt-strap... and finally, The Gingerbread Slab's leather collar.

Nicole took a step back and smiled down at her handiwork.

Eppi's tan, fit, curvaceous, and gloriously naked body was stretched in a full four-point spread.  The close-fitting leather bonds were quite obviously restrictive while also being arguably comfortable, or a reasonable facsimile thereof.  Eppi's Courtesy Struggle consisted of little more a little wiggling and squirming, as well as fluttering her useless fingers and tossing her gagged and now collared head (with limited results).

And speaking of the collar, it was the exception to the rule in that it was arguably loose compared to Eppi's other bonds, loose enough to allow the captive to turn her head... within limits, of course... giving Eppi the "freedom" to examine her surroundings with greater detail.  Before the bondage transfer she'd been preoccupied with The Gingerbread Slab itself, but now that she was strapped to the horrible thing she took the opportunity to further survey her surroundings.  In the process Eppi determined why her first impression of the chamber had been "Dr. Frankenstein's Laboratory."

Up against the walls were tables laden with flasks, beakers, and test tubes (in racks, of course), as well as retorts, complicated distillation setups, Bunsen burners, etc.  There were also antiquated electrical apparatuses, all of which were very Victorian/Edwardian in style and while arguably photogenic were also obsolete to the point of being essentially pointless.  Eppi was neither a chemist nor a technological historian, but she recognized scientific window-dressing when she saw it.

The captive watched as, having finished strapping her naked and gagged Bindee to The Slab, Nicole strolled to an electrical panel mounted on the wall, opened its metal cover, and dramatically closed a large knife switch.  The dials and indicator lights of the various apparatuses began to glow (some in different colors!) and on one table a transparent glass globe with a much smaller metal globe centered within began radiating sparkling tendrils of violet energy... for some reason.  Again, it was all very photogenic... very "Mad Scientist's Lair."  A quiet hum had started the moment Nicole threw the switch, but otherwise the light and sound show was more-or-less in the background.

Oh-by-the-way, at the moment Nicole had thrown the switch the array of spotlights directly over Eppi and The Slab had flared to cold, bright, blue-white luminescence!  The Bindee's naked form was now fully illuminated in smooth, tan, toned detail!  Fortunately, none of the spots were shining directly into her big brown eyes.

Eppi's role in the tableau was now obviously that of... Lab Specimen!  Yes, Eppi was a naked, bound, and gagged Lab Specimen!  (Not that there had ever been any doubt.)  It was disturbing and ominous (see also melodramatic and thrilling).  Eppi continued watching (craning her collared and semi-restrained neck) as her Binder flicked a switch, turning on a compact electrical burner under a glass vessel with a handle and curved spout.  The burner's small heating coil glowed until it was bright orange, lighting the several inches of amber liquid contained in the vessel.  In Eppi's restrained, naked, and helpless opinion it was... ominous.

"Did Pumpkin let you read any of my diary?" Nicole inquired as she carried a wooden stool over to The Slab, sat close to Eppi's left side, and smiled warmly.

Eppi assumed her Binder was referring to the diary chronicling her gaming activities during her Cambridge years that Faith had borrowed (meaning stolen).  The answer was "no," but she chose not to answer, not even by shaking her head.  She was gagged, after all, which Nicole full well knew, having buckled the gag in place herself.  Clearly, the question as rhetorical.

"No matter," Nicole purred.  "While we wait for the massage oil to warm..."

Eppi's suddenly worried eyes widened, her gaze darted to the vessel over the glowing coil, blinked a few times... then she locked eyes with her over-40, blond, gorgeous Binder.  'Massage oil??'

Nicole's smile widened.  "Adorable," she sighed.  "You remind me so much of your mother, back in the day.  You have the same pretty bangs that so perfectly complement your rounded features."  She leaned close and combed her strong, tan fingers through the bangs in question.  "I also love your pretty brown eyes.  They're so expressive... even when you're gagged... like now.  Do you envy your mother's pretty blue eyes?"

Another rhetorical question.  Eppi didn't answer this one either... other than to blink the pretty brown eyes in question a few times.  The answer was 'yes,' by the way, or had been when she was a little kid.  She'd grown out of it.

"You shouldn't," Nicole continued.  "Your big brown eyes are delightful... like your bangs... and the rest of you."

Eppi was still staring into Nicole's smiling face, and Faith's mom wasn't 'adorable.'  Faith's mom was gorgeous.  The helpless (and supposedly "adorable") Bindee watched as her Binder left her stool, gracefully strolled away... and quickly returned wheeling an antique lab/serving cart holding a tray covered with a medical-green cloth.  She continued watching as Nicole lifted a corner of the cloth... and produced a Wartenberg wheel, a free-spinning stainless steel disk of needles mounted on a convenient handle!

Needless to say, Eppi's allegedly delightful brown eyes popped even wider above her gag and below her allegedly pretty bangs.  Also, having finally found sufficient motivation, she found her voice.

"Mrrrrrfh!"

The Lab-Specimen/Human-Guinea-Pig also wiggled, squirmed, and tugged on her various restraints.  The tightly buckled cuffs, corset-belt, and collar of The Slab creaked a little... but otherwise didn't seem to much care.

"I can see you know what this is," Nicole purred, "and what it's for."  She used the tip of her left index finger to give the spur-like wheel a spin.  Chiiiiing!

Eppi's worried (see also horrified, terrified, and panic-stricken) gaze had shifted to the spinning wheel.

"Don't worry," Nicole continued, "I know how to properly use this thing."  She gave the disk another spin.  Chiiiiing!  "You'll find the sensation to be very—shall we say—interesting?"

"Mrrrrrfh!" Eppi reiterated.

"Once the oil is pleasantly warm," Nicole purred, "Ill give your entire body a detailed, thorough, uniform, and glistening coating of peony-scented oil."  Chiiiiing!  "And while I do so... I'll tell you about some of the things your mother used to do to me..."  Chiiiiing!  "...and what I used to do to her."  Chiiiiing!  "But while we wait... let's take the wheel for a spin, shall we?"

Eppi stared at the spinning needles, mesmerized.

"Don't worry, Eppi darling," Nicole said.  "I promised not to harm or hurt you, and I won't."  Chiiiiing!  "But as I said, you will find the sensation... interesting."

Chiiiiing!

Eppi did, indeed, find the sensation of the sharp needles of the Wartenberg wheel gently exploring each and every contour of her helpless body to be "interesting" (especially on and around her boobs, nipples, and hoo-haw).  In fact, as Eppi later related to her fellow "youngsters," she found it to be very interesting.

The same went for the experience of having Nicole thoroughly explore those same contours with her oil-slick fingers and hands, once her Binder had anointed them with warm oil from the the lab table.  The Mistress of the Mansion took her time, intermittently using a hand towel to wipe most of the warm, slippery fluid from her hands so she could unbuckle and open Eppi's restraints, one-by-one... coat and massage the skin underneath... then close and re-secure the restraint... then continue rubbing the pleasantly scented oil onto and into the skin of her friend Robyn's beautiful/adorable, bound, gagged, and adorable daughter.

Eventually, as promised, Eppi glistened with oil from head to toe, with the exception of the area immediately around her big brown eyes.  Nicole had been very thorough and meticulous (see also fastidious and scrupulous).

Also, while the comprehensive, detailed, and meticulous explorations were happening—both the extensive probing with the Wartenberg Wheel and the therapeutic survey with Nicole's oil-covered fingers and palms—the Binder regaled her Bindee with amusing (and scandalous) anecdotes about the things she used to do to her mother (meaning Eppi's mother, then known as "Birdie") during their Cambridge gaming sessions... and the things Birdie used to do to her.

Despite the immediate concerns of being continuously pricked with the gliding wheel... then receiving a surprisingly skilled massage from a gorgeous "elderly" blonde... Eppi was fascinated.  She'd had no idea that while at college her mom had been such a... scamp?  She decided to go with "scamp."  "Rascal" had run a close second.  Also, if her maternal unit could put up with the things Mistress Grey was describing, how could she be a wimp and freak out over little things like being teased with a rolling needle-sharp spur and getting a skilled restrained massage (with warm oil).  She couldn't wait to share what she was learning from "Nikki" with her fellow "youngsters!"

In addition to the Wartenberg Wheel and the flower-scented massage, Nicole subjected Poor Eppi to...

(1)  The primary wing feather of a domestic goose (including the tip, the blade, and the blunt end of the quill), primarily to Eppi's bare feet, toes, ribs, and armpits!

(2)  A pair of spring-loaded nipple-clamps (clover clamps) attached to a braided steel wire that traveled up to a pulley mounted in the ceiling directly overhead, off to the side, then down to a pair of spherical bronze weights that stretched her nipples and breasts, and together the weights totaled to an incredible... four ounces!! (114 grams!!)

(3)  A torpedo-like vibrator with a rounded tip!  It was used to revisit the tracks Nicole had already traced across Eppi's naked, stretched, and bound body with the Wartenberg Wheel, her oily hands, and the goose feather!

And speaking of vibrators... Nicole mounted an adjustable clamp on The Slab between Eppi's splayed legs and positioned to press a wand-style Hitachi® Magic Wand firmly against her Bindee's pussy!  While this was happening, she explained (in classic villainous-exposition/gloating fashion) that the device was computer controlled by a sophisticated program that would intermittently buzz her "lady bits" with randomly varying timing and intensity!

Eppi welcomed this opportunity to satisfy her curiosity about being naked, bound, gagged, and erotically tortured—NOT!!  She tugged on her bonds, screamed through her gag, and did her very best to make her reluctance to be an experimental subject in Dr. Frankenstein's Laboratory crystal clear... and was ignored.  The Hitachi buzzed to life, Eppi continued squirming and complaining—"Mrrrpfh!"—and the wire still attached to the clover-clamps still attached to her slightly stretched nipples quivered and shook.

Eppi's Binder didn't ignore her enthusiastic distress and manifest reluctance.  In fact, Nicole's smile widened as she watched the show for several gloating minutes... then turned and strolled to a lab tables and began brewing a pot of tea.

Truth be told, Eppi's ordeal was more of a demonstration than an ordeal, and in retrospect she realized that Nicole had gone easy on her.  Things could have been much much worse.

Once the tea was ready, Nicole loosened Eppi's gag, extracted the tongue-trapping-and-bite-protecting-gobstopper, and shared the porcelain cup with her... and during the "tea break" she continued sharing stories about the Cambridge games of yesteryear—and finally, with the gag now around her already collared neck in ugly-necklace-mode and between sips of tea (which was delicious, by the way) Eppi could finally ask questions and request clarifications and elaborations, and she did so.

All the while, the wicked Hitachi continued to buzz, modulated and controlled by its evil computer overlord, but the fact that Eppi was able to participate in the storytelling session further reinforced her hypothesis that the ongoing demonstration wasn't really torture.

Once the tea was consumed (one cup each), Nicole restored Eppi's gag—"Mrrrf!"—announced that she was going to enjoy a nice refreshing swim. then exited the Laboratory/Dungeon, locking the door behind her.  Click!

Eppi remained behind, of course, naked (and still slightly shining with oil), bound, gagged, her nipples clamped and stretched (a little), and Mr. Hitachi teasing her lady-bits (intermittently and weakly).  She revised her hypothesis and decided her predicament was both a demonstration and torture... of the erotic frustration variety.

Eventually... Mistress Grey reappeared, released Eppi from The Slab, replaced the now somewhat sweaty leather cuffs with conditioned hemp rope in the form of a box-tie, then led her Bindee upstairs to the Master/Mistress bedroom.  They used the secret passages and secret door in the walk-in closet, so they didn't encounter any of their fellow gamesters and/or potential rescuers for poor Eppi.

Binder and Bindee enjoyed a pleasant dinner served in the bedroom by Cook... then Eppi (still naked, bound, and with her gag restored) shared the gigantic four-poster bed with her Binder.  Nicole snuggled close to her young guest, but otherwise kept her hands to herself.

Eppi had mixed feelings about this.  She didn't want to make out with Faith's mom (Yuck!), but she'd spent a large portion of the day being teased by Mr. Hitachi and she was horny!  Who wouldn't be?

The Binder released her Bindee in the morning, and thus the first session of Cook's revised, combined, and now inter-generational version of The Game came to a climax... so to speak.

One might think that upon Robyn being released from her precautionary custody—meaning being having been kept a bound and gagged prisoner (most of the time) from the moment Nicole had led her darling daughter away to suffer some unknown and no doubt horrific fate, and herself being a captive all through the day, into the night, and until breakfast—Eppi's mother's reaction would have been one of protective outrage at her offspring's "maltreatment!"  One would be wrong.  In fact, once the assembled gamesters learned that Nikki had spilled the proverbial beans about the maternal college shenanigans (and in a detailed, explicit, and uncensored manner), Robyn was too embarrassed to muster anything like outrage.  Her daughter thought it was charming, as did the other youngsters.

For the remainder of the vacation the gaming sessions happened on an every-other-day basis.  Something like half of all the possible combinations of Binder and Bindee pairings happened.  Cook kept track and didn't allow any repeat pairings.  Variety is the spice of life (including bondage games).  Nearly half of the venues Mistress Grey had so carefully planned and caused to be constructed down in the mansion's expansive dungeon level finally received their first "victims."  That included the "Torture Horse Chamber," the "Strappado Chamber," the "Classic Rack Chamber," the "Wheel of Woe Chamber," and the "Stone Sarcophagus Time-Out Chamber!"  As it turns out, all of Nicole's creations functioned without causing agonizing torture, physical disfigurement, or bloodletting.  Go figure.  All agreed that Mistress Grey had done an excellent job of using restraint while designing the various, uh, restraints.

Cook was kept very busy.  Not only did she have daily meals to plan and prepare and maids to supervise, but she had to help the Designated Binder of each subsequent gaming session select a dungeon venue and develop a plan for entertaining her Designated Bindee.  It was exhausting, but Cook was up to the challenge.  In fact, all agreed that the 40-something ginger beauty was magnificent!

And finally... the calendar reared its ugly head, the vacation was over, and it was time for the vacationers/gamesters to disperse.

Nikki, Birdie, and Rosie were closer than ever—their daughters as well—and now Cook was in charge at Grey Mansion (after a fashion).  Solemn promises were made to "do this again as often as possible," and concrete(ish) plans were made for smaller scale visits and holidays at the mansion in the months ahead.  Everyone had had a wonderful (and patently bizarre) time.  Tearful hugs and kisses were exchanged... everybody piled into their respective cars... and one-by-one they drove away, leaving Mistress Grey, Cook, (and the maids) behind at Grey Mansion.

Nicole watched as Pumpkin's Camry XLE (in "Ocean Gem Blue") disappeared down the driveway... and was gone.  She wiped the tears from her eyes, then smiled at Cook.

"Madam should take a refreshing swim," Cook suggested.

Nicole managed a brave smile.  "Madam believes Madam will," she purred, then did just that.  She strolled through the mansion to the Master/Mistress bedroom, stripped to the skin (of course), pulled on her favorite robe, padded through the mansion to the pool in the attached greenhouse/orangery, removed the robe, and—gloriously nude—dove into the cool water and began swimming laps.

Approximately an hour later...

Mistress Grey returned to her bedroom, removed her robe, took a quick shower in the attached bath to rinse away the residual chlorine from the pool, padded back into the main bedroom and towards the walk-in closet to get dressed—then froze in the act of drying her short and now only slightly damp hair.  Three things had changed in the magnificent bedroom.

(1)  Cook was present, smiling her usual professional smile, her ginger wedge-cut impeccably styled, resplendent in her usual work uniform of dark, stylish, and semi-expensive dress, white apron, and sensible (but stylish) shoes.

(2)  Unexpectedly, "Ol' Man Lacing Bar" had been lowered and was dangling from the ceiling!  The presence of the trapeze-like bar and its padded suspension-cuffs was... ominous!

(3)  Resting on the foot of the neatly made bed was a matte-white, shirt-size apparel box.  This was unexpected (and for some reason also ominous).

Nicole resumed drying her hair and focused on her senior servant, waiting for an explanation.

"I took the liberty of ordering Madam a custom designed 'intimate garment' using the household discretionary budget," Cook announced, gracefully gesturing towards the white box, "but first..."

Cook strode forward, took hold of Nicole's left wrist—"Hey!"—led (dragged) her employer to Ol' Man Lacing Bar, lifted her right arm, and buckled the right cuff around her right wrist... then did the same with Nicole's left wrist and the left cuff.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mistress Grey demanded, struggling and squirming but (apparently) unable to prevent her unexpected and inexplicable capture.  "This is mutiny!"

Continuing her trademark enigmatic smile (and with her green eyes sparkling), Cook had apparently decided Madam's question and objection were rhetorical and was ignoring them.  She reached into her apron pocket, produced a small remote control about the size and shape of an iPhone and gave its tiny touchscreen a tap.

The hidden motor somewhere overhead hummed to life and the lacing bar's cable began retracting—Whrrrrr!—relentlessly pulling Nicole's arms and hands upwards... until she was dancing on her toes and in a full and involuntary stretch!

Nicole continued struggling and complaining—"No!  Stop this immediately!  Cook!  Sadie!  Stop!"—but to no avail.  Nicole had no idea why she was "allowing" Cook to do this to her (not that she was averse to a little play now and then), but her recent games with her now departed friends were still fresh and her immediate appetite for "tomfoolery" sated.  This was rank insubordination (although it was arguably entertaining on some level).

"Enough is enough!" Nicole huffed, continuing to shuffle on her toes and tug on the cuffs, "Release me immediately or—Mrrrf!"

Cook had pulled one of Mistress Grey's panel-gags (with red-silicon-rubber-tongue-trapping-and-bite-protecting-gobstopper) from her apron pocket, thrust its business end into her employer's indignant mouth, made sure the molded plug was properly seated, then buckled its strap tightly against the nape of Madam's neck... until her tan and now slightly flushed cheeks bulged.

"Mrrrrrf!"  Madam was displeased.  Also naked, bound, gagged, semi-suspended, and continuing to dance on her tan toes.

Cook's smile slowly widened until it was clearly sinister.

Nicole blinked her blue eyes.  Cook had entered full gloating mode.  This isn't good, the supposed Mistress of Grey Mansion decided.

Cook spun on her sensible heels, strode to the bed, opened the apparel box, folded back the white tissue paper cushioning whatever was within, and lifted out—

"MRRRRRF!"  Mistress was even more displeased.

Cook returned to the Mistress in question, and in her hands was what was unmistakably a chastity belt of shining, polished, stainless-steel!  She turned the "intimate garment" in her strong, freckled hands for her employer's inspection.

"Isn't it pretty, Madam?"

Nicole continued blinking, her blue eyes laser focused on the gleaming belt.  "Pretty" would not have been her first choice of adjective.  She would have gone with "functional," "stylish," or possibly even "industrial," but she had to admit that "pretty" was a defensible position.  The belt's interior and the cable that would tuck between a hypothetical wearer's hypothetical butt-cheeks was lined with some sort of black material, possibly latex, and although the padlock on the front panel was elaborately engraved in the Gothic manner, it looked fully up to the task of securing the waist-band and crotch-cleaving pussy-shield.

"It comes with optional and appropriately shaped interior attachments in silicon-rubber," Cook stated as she produced a key and unlocked the belt's Gothic padlock, "in small, medium, and large, but let's reserve their use for some future time when Madam decides to indulge in rambunctious behavior and requires punishment."  She then opened the belt, preparing it for use.  "This has been manufactured to Madam's precise measurements," she purred, "as recorded in the household database."

"Nrrrmf!" Nicole protested (whined) as Cook closed the belt around her waist, then lifted the crotch section between her legs... wiggled and tugged to make sure it was properly nestled between her cheeks and closely cupped her pussy... then closed the front panel and clicked the Gothic padlock back in place.  Snap!

The Mistress of Grey Mansion had considered kicking and fighting to try and prevent her intimate incarceration, but was afraid Cook might consider such resistance to fall into the category of  "rambunctious behavior" and might therefore trigger an early test of the aforementioned "attachments."

"Perfect," Cook sighed as she took a step back, crossed her arms under her breasts, and continued her uncharacteristically broad smile.  "Now, Master John will be returning from his extended meetings in Europe in about three weeks, if things remain on schedule.  Your new steel panties will remain in place and will only be removed for sanitary purposes."  Once again her smile turned sinister.  "And if you should prove difficult, there will be daily enemas, after which the posterior attachment will employed.  Do you understand?"

Nicole blinked several times... then nodded.

"Good," Cook purred.  "Anyway, not being able to play with yourself should ensure Madam will be in a receptive mood to properly greet Master John upon his return.  Also, we—by which I mean you—will continue making regular visits to the torture chambers and dungeon cells down below, with my help, of course.  Just think, you'll finally be able to play with your toys... all of them."

Nicole's blue eyes remained wide and blinking as she stared at her employee and... new mistress?  Her heart pounded and her breasts rose and fell as her breath came in pants, her nostrils flaring above her tight and effective gag.

"And don't worry about the maids," Cook continued.  "I've trained them in their domestic duties, of course, but have also ensured that they will be fully tolerant of Mistress Grey and Master John's... 'eccentricities.'  Also, they're loyal, well paid, and know that if they indulge in idle gossip... I will be very unhappy."

Nicole watched as Cook sauntered to the bedroom door, opened it, then turned in the threshold to look back.

Cook's sinister smile became even more sinister.  "Few of us are lucky enough to have our fondest wishes suddenly granted.  To help you deal with the 'new normal' at Grey Mansion, I believe a few days of stringent discipline are called for.  I know you're scheduled to host a charity garden party in two weeks, but there's no reason you can't do so while wearing your pretty steel panties under one of your pretty dresses.  Anyway, your next several meals will be served in stainless steel dog dishes on the floor—your daily exercise will involve restraints and will be strictly supervised—and you'll spend the next several nights bound and gagged in some manner on your bed—and if you're difficult... you'll sleep on loose straw chained to the wall of one of the Languishing Cells down in your dungeons.  I'll leave you to contemplate your changed circumstances and... good fortune?"

The Mistress of Grey Mansion watched as Cook closed and locked her bedroom door—Cick!—leaving her in arms-over-head semi-suspension, up on her toes, naked, gagged, and with her pussy locked away in shining steel custody!

Thus it was that Nicole Grey—generous philanthropist, popular socialite, stunningly beautiful blonde, devoted mother, and loving wife—became a part of her own private collection.

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Chapter 9

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