The day after
Robin's revelation that she was intellectually curious about the
damsel-in-distress experience, Leda returned home from Archer
Metals not wearing Jordan's latest masterpiece (for
which she was supremely grateful); however, she was
"going commando." That is, Leda was sans panties, bare-ass
naked under her pretty dress. Her saliva-dampened panties
were in a plastic bag in her purse and not clammily
girding her loins. But at least the steel panties
she'd tested (worn) for more than half the day were back in
Jordan's workshop, waiting to be packaged and shipped to their
new owner and not depriving Leda of access to her
The clammy panties weren't the only things hitching a ride home
in Leda's purse. Jordan had loaned her a pair of
"bracelet-cuffs" from her shop collection, as well as the small
brass padlock required to lock them together. They were
polished steel (of course) and oval shaped, with their walls
well rounded. Also, this particular pair were a perfect
fit for Leda's slender wrists. That she knew from
experience. It was so convenient being the exact
same size as her gorgeously cute and intellectually curious
little roomie. All Leda had had to do was make sure the
cuffs fit her and she knew they'd fit Robin. As an
added bonus, the same went for any Archer Metals
product! If last night's curiosity became a trend, she'd
be able to bring home all sorts of fun things to help
Robin with her research.
Leda reminded herself not to come across with too much
enthusiasm. She had to feel Robin out (so to speak) on the
subject of continuing her research. Maybe her
writer/roomie had decided that last night's experiment was
enough. That would be intolerable but unlikely. Leda
very much doubted her BFF's curiosity had abated. That
said, she suspected she'd have to play her cards just right
if she wanted to make sure the games continued.
As it turned out, no crafty Machiavellian manipulations on
Leda's part were required.
Leda unlocked the front door, crossed the threshold, and locked
the door behind her. She'd just finished hanging her purse
and jacket on their accustomed entryway hooks when Robin breezed
out of her bedroom with a broad smile dimpling her cheeks.
She was wearing jeans and a white cotton blouse with its long
sleeves rolled up, her feet were bare, and her long brown hair
was loose about her shoulders. "Hey!" she greeted her BFF.
"Hey!" Leda greeted back.
Robin took hold of Leda's right hand and led her to the easy
chair in the living room. "Sit," she ordered.
Leda was happy to do so, being pretty sure she knew what was
coming. Sure enough, like yesterday, Leda watched as Robin
sat on the hassock, lifted her feet onto her denim-clad lap,
plucked off her work shoes, and began massaging her feet.
The massage felt good, as always, and Leda knew what it
meant. "What do you want this time?" she sighed.
Still smiling, Robin shrugged. "Nothing new." She
continued the massage. "Same as last time."
Leda favored her BFF and masseuse with a wry smile. "More
"More research," Robin nodded. "However, this time we're
doing it my way. We'll use your cotton rope again,
but I want you to—"
"No," Leda interrupted.
Robin paused her kneading of Leda's feet. "No?"
"Think it through," Leda purred, then closed her eyes and
snuggled back in the comfy chair.
"Think what through?" Robin demanded.
"Helpless prisoners don't get to bark orders," Leda explained,
then opened one eye and nodded at Robin's lap. "Feet."
Robin resumed her massage of the feet in question. "I
didn't bark," she huffed, "but I get your point. Anyway, I
was just going to suggest that you be not quite as... thorough
as you were last time."
Her eyes still closed, Leda smiled. "I suppose last night
I did get a little enthusiastic. Anyway, there's
helpless... and there's helpless."
"Whatever that means," Robin muttered.
"Things will be simpler this time," Leda purred.
Robin continued the massage. "How so?"
Leda's smile widened. "To coin a phrase: that would be
Robin couldn't help but smile. She considered tickling her
BFF's bare feet in retaliation for keeping her in suspense, but
decided that wouldn't be a very prudent course of action.
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It was Leda's
turn to cook dinner, so Robin sat in a wooden chair (a companion
to the one she'd been lashed to last night) and watched as her
roomie (and captor) prepared herb-crusted baked chicken breasts,
green beans, and mashed potatoes. Robin would have helped,
of course. The least she could have done is set the table,
but at the moment that would be impossible, or at best, very
awkward. Robin's hands were behind her back with her
wrists padlocked in the Archer Metals "bracelet-cuffs" Leda had
borrowed from work!
Robin had to admit the things were comfortable, she
supposed. This was her first experience with cuffs of any
variety, but she understood that "normal" handcuffs, the kind
used by the police, could be painful, especially if they were
ratcheted too tight or if the wearer struggled. The cuffs
she'd allowed Leda to lock around her wrists were close-fitting,
but well-rounded and smooth against her skin. No
edges. She tugged on the cuffs... and revised her
evaluation from comfortable to tolerable.
Robin heaved a sad, pathetic sigh. At least cuffing her
hands was all Leda had done to her... for now. And
I let her do it, Robin mused, which was the
least I could do, seeing as how I asked her to do it. Anyway...
you can't make an omelet without breaking eggs... or some such
metaphor. At least she'll have to un-cuff me so
we can eat.
No such luck.
The food ready, Leda set the table for one, loaded (meaning
overloaded) a single plate with chicken, beans, and potatoes,
filled two stemmed glasses with white wine, then settled into a
chair next to her glowering prisoner. There were also two
napkins, but only one set of tableware.
Robin continued glowering as Leda opened a napkin and set it in
her own lap, then draped the second napkin down the front of
Robin's blouse and held it in place by tucking one corner down
her décolletage. Leda had nudging the inside slopes of her
breasts during the process, and had commented that her BFF
wasn't wearing a bra, her smile taking on a coy twist.
Robin ignored the comment, and watched in sullen silence as Leda
then sliced off a bite of chicken and popped it in her own
"Yum," Leda purred, after chewing and swallowing. "My
compliments to the chef."
"Bite me," Robin huffed as Leda sliced off a second bite of
"No," Leda chuckled, "bite this." She waved the
tidbit on the end of the fork in Robin's glowering face.
"C'mon, work with me here. We're playing 'feed the baby
"Chirp," Robin drawled, then accepted the proffered
morsel. She sullenly chewed and swallowed. The
chicken was delicious, perfectly spiced and cooked, but she
didn't compliment the cook. Leda would understand.
Robin was her brave prisoner, not her dinner guest.
The meal continued in the most peculiar example of companionable
silence in the roommates' shared experience.
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After the meal
was over, Robin was treated to the spectacle of Leda cleaning
the kitchen (which Robin had to admit wasn't an unusual event,
but found strangely satisfying, nonetheless). Then, the
roomies adjourned to the living room. Seeing as how the
entire apartment was two bedrooms, one bath, and a single open
space that encompassed everything else, it wasn't much of an
adjournment. Still stoically sullen, Robin settled into
the sofa while her BFF flounced into her bedroom to change.
Robin eyed the TV remote control resting on the coffee table and
briefly considered using it to select the evening's
entertainment, but decided to continue letting Leda do all the
work. After all, Robin was her Helpless Prisoner. It
wouldn't be proper for her to take charge... or try to take
charge... or fail miserably if she tried to take charge.
Truth be told, the "bracelet cuffs" didn't make her all that
helpless. She could have easily (albeit awkwardly) worked
the remote. Also, at any time she could climb to her feet,
pad to the front door, and "escape." But then, she'd be
running loose in the building's hallway with her wrists cuffed
behind her back and wearing jeans and a cotton blouse with the
top three buttons unbuttoned. The third button had come
loose when Leda removed the napkin protecting her blouse during
dinner, and she hadn't corrected the "accident." Truth be
told, Robin was sure Leda had inflicted her excessive cleavage
upon her on purpose, but if she'd complained Leda would
have gained villainess style points, so she kept her biting
remarks to herself.
Leda returned to the living room wearing her robe over her usual
pajamas of panties and a tank-top. Her feet were
bare. She picked up the remote and flopped down on the
sofa next to her captive. "Let's see what's on," she said,
"We shall," Robin huffed. "See to it immediately."
Still smiling, Leda turned her head and gazed at her glowering
captive. "So," she purred, "having difficulty getting into
the spirit of our experiment?" She held a warning finger
to Robin's pouting lips before she could answer. "I know,
'bite me.'" She withdrew her finger.
"Bite me?" Robin inquired.
"You were about to say 'bite me.'" Leda responded.
"I was," Robin admitted. "Also... Bite me."
"Where?" Leda inquired.
Robin blushed. "Shut up," she muttered.
"Hmm..." Leda murmured, continuing to gaze at her BFF. "Ya
know, as experiments go, this is pretty weak tea."
Robin shrugged and looked at the blank TV screen. "The
cuffs are pretty cool," she conceded.
"Yes," Leda agreed, "but you can start screaming whenever you
want, and eventually the neighbors will pound on the walls and
tell you to shut the hell up."
Robin grinned. "They might also call the cops. Then
where would you be?"
"Probably in jail," Leda chuckled. "Well, let's watch
something, then I'll correct a few deficiencies and we can get
on with the program."
"What deficiencies?" Robin demanded, tugging on her cuffs.
"To coin a phrase—"
"Yes, yes, I know," Robin interrupted, rolling her eyes.
"That would be telling."
Leda's smile widened. "Exactly." She clicked on the
TV, then opened the DVR menu. "What ya wanna watch?"
"Elementary, my dear Watson," Robin drawled.
"Elementary it is," Leda purred, and selected the latest
modern day adventure of Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson off the
list of recorded shows.
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the episode, the roomies decided to turn in. Actually, it
was Leda who made the decision to retire. Robin sullenly
went along. Being Leda's Helpless Prisoner, she didn't
have much choice.
Robin's complacent gruffness lasted until Leda led her into the
bathroom, then transitioned into nervous acquiescence. She
stoically endured the processes of Leda brushing her teeth for
her... followed by Leda gently scrubbing her face with soap and
a wet washcloth. This was the first time that someone else
had done those personal tasks for her (and to her)
since she was a toddler, and then, the someone in question had
been her mother! Leda was not her mother!
Acquiescence turned to open revolt when Leda began unbuttoning
"Hey-hey-hey!" Robin objected, trying to back away (and nearly
tripping into the bathtub). "Hands! Hands!"
"How else are ya gonna take your evening tinkle?" Leda chuckled.
"Oh, gee, let me see think," Robin muttered sarcastically.
"You unlock the cuffs and I do it myself?"
"You're my helpless prisoner, remember?" Leda purred,
continuing to fumble with Robin's jeans. She finally
succeeded in releasing the front button, then unzipped the
zipper and jerked the jeans down Robin's legs.
"Leda!" Robin whined, but "allowed" her BFF to pull down her
panties, then plunk her down on the toilet. She stared
daggers at her captor. "Hello? Privacy?"
"Okay," Leda chuckled, then knelt and pulled the rumpled jeans
from around Robin's ankles, followed by her panties.
"Leda!" Robin complained again, but was ignored, meaning was still
ignored, but her roomie did, indeed, give her her
privacy. Robin watched as Leda left the bathroom, taking
her clothing with her (except for her half-unbuttoned blouse)
and closed the door behind her. It took a while for Robin
to calm down enough to empty her bladder... but eventually she
succeeded. Then, she stood, managed to dab her crotch with
a bit of bath tissue, tossed the tissue into the bowl, and
flushed. The process was awkward, but she managed.
The bathroom door flew open and Leda returned. "Good
girl!" she gushed, then clutched Robin's right arm and led her
to her bedroom—meaning Robin's bedroom.
"Enough is enough," Robin complained. She noted that her
bed was turned down, obviously by the grabby hands of her grabby
roomie. "Hey!" Leda had shoved her onto her
bed! She landed and bounced on the mattress, her hair
flying, then rolled onto her side and glared at her
roomie. What an outrage! Robin shook her
tousled brown locks from her glowering face, then her eyes
popped wide! "No—m'mmpfh!" Previously, obviously
while Robin was still in the bathroom, Leda had tacked a wide
strip of off-white medical tape to the headboard by one corner,
and while Robin was busy bouncing and flouncing, she'd stretched
the strip between her hands, leaned close, and was pressing it
home, sealing Robin's lips! "MRRRF!" The tape
covered her entire lower face, from nose-to-chin and
ear-to-ear! Robin was gagged! Again! "Mrrrf!"
"Not as effective as last time," Leda purred, "but it should be
more than adequate to keep the peace with the
Robin considered how to respond, but before she made a decision,
Leda upped the ante by leaping onto the bed and straddling her
bare legs! "M'mf!" Robin heard a series of metallic
clicks as something hard tightened around her ankles.
like a schoolgirl (an evil, diabolical schoolgirl), Leda
scrambled off the bed (and Robin's legs), stood beside the bed,
and smiled down at her captive.
Robin lifted her legs, propped herself up on her cuffed arms,
gazed at her feet, and confirmed that she was wearing a pair of
regular handcuffs on her ankles! She focused on her
BFF/captor and stared daggers at Leda's smug, grinning
"Oh my," Leda giggled. "If looks could kill."
Robin continued glaring, but Leda didn't shrivel up and
die. How rude! Robin thought. Her
half-unbuttoned blouse (her only clothing) was in rumpled
disarray. Her right nipple was nearly exposed and her hips
and private parts were just barely covered—and there
was nothing she could do about it! Robin's cheeks
burned. Obviously, her face was flushed in righteous
outrage, although a hypothetical outside observer would be
forgiven for thinking she was blushing in mortified
Still smiling her devilishly cute, infuriating, dimpled smile,
Leda pulled the bedclothes up and over Robin's bare feet, cuffed
ankles, and bare legs to her upper arms and chest, then stood
erect and resumed smiling down at her prisoner.
"Mrrrm!" Robin complained.
"Far and away," Leda purred, "Elastoplast is the tape-of-choice
for the gagging of damsels."
'Elastoplast?' Robin wondered. Is that a brand
"I love the way it hugs your skin," Leda continued, "the way it
makes your lips stand out in three dimensional detail like a
bas-relief sculpture. And once the adhesive gets a good
grip, it's impossible to work loose by working your
jaws or using your tongue. It's on to stay." She
turned on her bare heels and padded to the bedroom door.
"As an added bonus, it's hypoallergenic. When I come back
and peel it off, there'll be no irritation on your
pretty face." She waved at her hand-and-foot-cuffed and
tape-gagged captive, wiggling her fingers for maximum gloating
effect. "G'night, Rob. Sleep tight."
Robin's eyes popped wide as Leda clicked off the overhead light,
crossed the threshold, and closed the bedroom door behind her.
There was no response.
She's abandoning me? Like this? All night?
squirmed under the covers, but knew it was pointless. The
cuffs weren't going to spontaneously spring open and she wasn't
going anywhere. She really was a helpless
prisoner. Leda's helpless prisoner.
Robin rolled on the bed, squirmed, tugged on her cuffs, and
tested her gag. "Mrrrf!" Surely she's
kidding about leaving me like this all night! Of
that, Robin was sure, but her heart was pounding and she was
panting through her nostrils. The bedroom was totally
dark. Normally, that was exactly the way Robin liked it,
but tonight the inky blackness was... sinister.
This is a good experiment, Robin conceded as she gave her
wrist-cuffs a final tug, kicked her cuffed ankles, and heaved a
gagged sigh. Robin knew her thoughts should be focused on
escaping... somehow... but all she could think about was Leda's
infuriating smile... and grabby hands... and girlish
giggle. Why is that? she wondered, then closed her
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her bedroom Leda removed her robe, flopped down on her bed, and,
wearing only her panties and tank-top, relieved the evening's
tension. That is, she masturbated, and she took her time
doing it (or tried, anyway). Eventually, the inevitable
happened. Leda gasped, shivered, and her body convulsed in
a crashing orgasm!
Lying on her back, Leda panted and enjoyed the afterglow.
Eventually, Leda's heart stopped pounding, her breathing
returned to normal, the patina of sweat on her smooth, firm body
dried, and the afterglow faded. Normally, at this point
she'd just drift off to sleep, but Leda had a helpless BFF to
take care of. Also, a seriously genius plan was
coming together in her still somewhat stimulated mind.
Time to move things along, she decided, then climbed off
the bed, padded to the writing desk across the room, and booted
her laptop computer. Once the machine was ready... she
opened the e-mail app and composed a long message to Jordan
Price. This required several rewrites and revisions, so it
took a few minutes. Finally satisfied, she sent the
message and shut down the computer.
Well, Leda thought, we shall see what we shall see.
She then smiled, stood, stretched, and pulled the keys to
Robin's bracelet-cuffs and handcuffs (or in this case, her ankle-cuffs)
from the pocket of her robe. They dangled from a steel dog
tag chain. She dropped it over her head, freed her hair
from the chain, then padded down the hall to Robin's bedroom.
Still smiling, Leda turned the knob and eased the door
open. The only light available was from the nightlight in
the hallway, the one they'd installed so they could navigate to
and from their bedrooms to the bathroom, but Leda could make out
the sprawled form of her captive BFF on the rumpled bed.
Robin appeared to be asleep.
Leda stepped across the threshold, eased the door closed behind
her, then blindly padded to the bedside table and managed to
find Robin's reading lamp with only a little minor
groping. This particular lamp had a conical shade
shielding a pair of bright LED bulbs, but its base was in the
form of a glass lantern and it had a "mood light" hidden
within. Leda clicked the appropriate switch and a dim
golden light began to glow.
The amber light revealed Robin lying on her left side, only
half-covered by the bedclothes. Most of her right breast
and her entire right nipple peeked through her rumpled
blouse. Oh-by-the-way, her eyes were open and she was glaring
at her roomie through a curtain of tousled hair.
Leda smiled. "Oh, you're awake." She sat on the bed,
leaned close, combed Robin's hair from her face, then slowly,
carefully peeled the tape from her lower face. The strip
stretched Robin's lips and skin as the adhesive reluctantly
surrendered its grip. "There ya go," Leda purred as she
folded the tape in half, sticky-side-to-sticky-side, and placed
it on the nightstand.
Robin licked her lips and rolled her lower jaw. "I hate
that stuff," she huffed. "What do you call it?"
"Elastoplast," Leda answered, smiling brightly. "That's
the brand name, of course. I believe the general category
is 'microfoam.' Only the best for my prisoners."
Continuing to glare at her captor/BFF, Robin rolled her
shoulders as she tugged on her bracelet-cuffs, and winced.
"Not used to sleeping with you hands cuffed behind your back?"
Robin didn't dignify her roomie's mocking, gloating question
with an answer.
"Why didn't you move your hands to the front as soon as I left?"
"Oh, I don't know," Robin sarcastically drawled, "because I'm
not Hermione, I've misplaced my wand, and I don't know the spell
for passing handcuffs through your body?"
Leda laughed, pulled the chain with the keys over her head,
pulled back the covers, and rolled Robin onto her stomach.
"Hey!" Robin complained, then went perfectly still. Leda
was unlocking the padlock securing the bracelet cuffs! She
freed Robin's wrists, then pulled the covers even lower and
unlocked and removed her ankle-cuffs! Robin was
free! She rolled over and watched her
captor-turned-rescuer sit beside her on the bed lean down, and
click the handcuffs closed around her own ankles!
Leda then lifted her ankle-cuffed legs onto the bed, rolled onto
her own stomach, and placed her hands behind her back.
"Lock me up," she requested.
Robin flipped the hair from her face. "Huh?"
The bracelet cuffs and open padlock were in Leda's hands, which
she waved at Robin's incredulous face for emphasis. "Lock
Robin smiled a devilish, dimpled smile, then quickly closed the
cuffs around Leda's wrists and joined then together with the
padlock. Click! "If you insist," she purred,
then dropped the chain over her head and freed her hair.
Leda tugged on the bracelet cuffs and flutter-kicked her ankles,
to the tiny extent the handcuffs allowed, then rolled over and
smiled at her BFF. "Watch and learn," she advised.
Robin did, indeed, watch as Leda lifted her legs, bent her knees
until her heels and fingers were close, then lifted her hips off
the mattress, passed her bracelet-cuffed wrists past her
handcuffed ankles, then passed her legs through her arms.
Her hands were now, indeed, in front of her body and no longer
behind her back.
"Well... yeah," Robin muttered. "I suppose I could have
"There are countermeasures, of course," Leda purred, smiling at
her former captive and current captor. "I'll demonstrate
one of my favorites the next time I help with your
research." She lifted her bracelet-cuffed hands and
pointed with both index fingers at the keys now hanging around
Robin's neck and between her semi-exposed breasts.
Robin's smile turned... evil. "Dream on," she purred, then
reclined next to her prisoner, pulled the sheets up to their
waists, then leaned to the side and clicked off her reading
lamp's mood light, once again plunging the bedroom into total
darkness. "Sleep tight," she chuckled.
Smiling into the inky darkness, Leda clicked her bracelets
together. "No good deed goes unpunished," she sighed,
"Shut up and sleep," Robin ordered, managing not to laugh.
"Yes, ma'am," Leda sighed.
Several seconds passed.
"Robin?" Leda whispered.
"What?" Robin whispered back.
"I want a drink of water."
Unseen in the darkness, Robin's dimpled smile deepened.
"It sucks to be you, doesn't it?"
Also smiling into the darkness, Leda didn't reply. She
didn't really want a drink of water, but that wasn't
important. It's working, Leda mused. Robin's
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habitually slept in the nude. The alarm clock app on her
iPhone warbled its usual ringtone, she reached over to the
nightstand and tapped the phone's screen, then leaped from
bed. Jordan never had any difficulty waking up in the
morning. She executed a full body stretch, reaching with
her fingertips for the bedroom's exposed rafters, going up on
her toes, and arching her back. Her early-morning fitness
routine came next in the form of stretching exercises, followed
by forty pushups and sixty situps. She'd do her
three-times-a-week, minimum, two-mile run after she got home
Next was her morning trip to the bathroom, including a quick
shower. Drying her hair with a towel (but otherwise still
nude) Jordan returned to the bedroom, picked up her iPhone, and
checked for messages. She found she had no texts, but
there was an e-mail from Leda Brewer. Jordan wrapped the
towel around her hair, read the e-mail... and smiled.
As far as Jordan was concerned, this was a win-win. If her
mother agreed to Leda's proposal, that was a win. On the
other hand, if mother dismissed Leda's ridiculous scheme out of
hand, that was also a win. Jordan would be able
to punish Leda for her... presumptuousness.
Still smiling, Jordan thumbed a quick text to her mother:
"Forwarding email from your favorite swan. Will call from
work." She then forwarded Leda's message, dressed herself
for work in panties, bra (she favored sports bras for their
comfortable fit and freedom of motion), jeans, tank-top, wool
socks, and steel-toed work-boots. She then strolled into
her kitchen for her first cup of coffee of the day.
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