two weeks that passed before the scheduled "Painting Vacation"
at the Price Family Farm, Robin learned many... interesting
things. And as Leda had revealed, the Prices did
refer to their homestead as a farm, as opposed to a ranch or
chateau or whatever. Robin had visions of a quaint, rural,
Victorian farmhouse with the traditional red barn, but Leda
wouldn't answer any of her questions or provide any actual
details, other than to say that the farm was "nice." Robin
knew her BFF was doing it just to get her goat, but refused to
take the bait. Was she curious? Of course, but once
they got there Robin would be able to see for herself, so why
make a fuss? Anyway...
Interesting things Robin learned:
(Thing 1.) The box-tie. Apparently, the
thing is referred to as a "box-tie." According to Leda the
technique was Oriental in origin and had been a big hit in
Medieval Japan, as seen in popular Japanese costume dramas,
anyway. Its main virtue, aside from being inescapable when
the ropes and knots were properly positioned and tied, was its
relative comfort. Folding the arms behind the back, as
opposed to pulling the arms behind the back and binding the
wrists together, greatly mitigated shoulder strain. Who
(Thing 2.) Our friend the hogtie. The hogtie is an
effective means of incapacitating a prisoner, and the basic form
can be applied on a continuum from easy to severe. Leda
explained all this as she helped Robin continue her research
with a demonstration. Three days after Robin's
introduction to the box-tie, Leda used several coils of cotton
rope to bind her BFF in what she insisted was an
"easy-with-a-dash-of-moderate" hogtie. First off, Robins
wrists were crossed and tied behind her back. Next, her
ankles were also crossed and tied. And then, Leda tied a
simple body harness that yoked Robin's shoulders, passed under
her armpits and around her upper chest, and acted as an anchor
for several parallel strands that linked Robin's wrists to her
ankles and her ankles to the back of the harness.
There was a good six inches of tightly wrapped strands between
Robin's wrists and and ankles, and another two feet between her
ankles and the harness. The key knot was up at the
harness, near Robin's shoulder blades and well beyond the reach
of her groping fingers.
Being in a Victorian mood, Robin accused Leda of being a
"bounder" and a "cad." Leda countered that her use of the
appellations was both inaccurate and inappropriately gender
specific. Robin graciously conceded the point and changed
her appraisal of her BFF's character to "hideous witch."
Leda considered this an affront to Wiccans everywhere and
responded by delivering a resounding slap to Robin's
right butt-cheek. This was possible because Robin was
naked, the new norm for all future research
demonstrations. Also, Leda applied a strip of Elastoplast
tape to Robin's lips, limiting any future remarks on her part to
mewling moans and variations on the word "Mmpfh."
(Thing 3.) Elastoplast. Robin came to agree that a
wide, seven-inch strip of Elastoplast (and possibly all
competing brands of microfoam tape) makes an outstanding tape-gag.
For purposes of contrast, Leda demonstrated the efficacy of what
she called "high-quality duct-tape," the kind that's
fabric-based with a strong adhesive, as opposed to the plastic
kind with a weak adhesive. First, she stuffed Robin's
mouth with a pair of clean panties. Then, she applied five
tautly stretched, overlapping, smoothly applied layers of HQ
duct-tape completely around Robin's head and over her mouth
(with Robin's brown locks coiled and pinned atop her head to
keep them out of the way). The demonstration lasted for an
hour, with Robin naked and tied to one of their kitchen chairs.
Robin glowered at her BFF, squirmed in her chair, and tested the
effectiveness of the HQ-duct-tape-tape-gag with what Leda
considered to be very cute little mewling
complaints. Then, Leda took out her iPhone and took
several snapshots, explaining that the photos were "for
reference purposes." As Robin was bound and gagged, she
could object (after a fashion), but couldn't prevent her BFF
from documenting her helplessness. After an hour of
"research," Leda used a pair of bandage scissors to carefully
snip through the duct-tape layers, peeled away the tape, then
held a makeup mirror in front of Robin's glowering face so she
could examine the aftermath. "Note the adhesive residue,"
Leda lectured, smiling sweetly.
Robin spat the panties from her mouth and glared at her
research assistant. "Bite me," she huffed.
Leda smiled but decided to forgo any actual biting, at least for
the evening. Instead, she used cotton balls, witch hazel,
and a soapy washcloth to scrub away the residue in
question. Also, as Robin's face remained a little flushed
and Leda herself was a considerate and caring villainess, she
announced that she would put off her planned Elastoplast
demonstration until the next evening.
Roughly 20 hours later, Robin was naked, box-tied, and ready for
the Elastoplast demonstration in question. (She was also
pouting but resigned to her fate). Robin opened her mouth
and accepted another clean pair of her own panties as stuffing,
then held her head steady as Leda applied a single strip of
Elastoplast, sealing Robin's lips and covering most of her lower
"There," Leda purred, smiling as she smoothed the stretched tape
with her fingers. She then used her iPhone to take more
photos—"Snnick-snnick-snnick."—then held the phone so
Robin could see the screen as she swiped through the
images. "See what I mean about the 3D effect? Aren't
your bas relief lips pretty?"
Robin's only reply was a glowering pout, which the 3D effect did
little to disguise.
"Into your bedroom," Leda chuckled. "Tonight I'm showing
you how to do a frog-tie."
She did, and Robin spent the night box-tied, frog-tied (each leg
bent at the knee with its thigh lashed to its respective
lower-leg), and Elastoplast-gagged (with
(Thing 4.) Tension (meaning horniness). Robin
discovered that it's somewhat frustrating to be naked, tied up
or cuffed or otherwise restrained, your mouth stuffed and/or
cleave-gagged and/or tape-gagged, and unable to... shall we
say... indulge in relieving the day's tension. Robin found
it... inconvenient... to have to wait 'til her roomie left for
work in the morning to pleasure herself, and she found she
increasingly felt the need to pleasure herself.
Robin took to making sure the front door was locked, then
removing her clothes, tying her own ankles and knees, wrapping
rope around her arms and torso, gagging herself, and using her
pink, torpedo-style, battery-powered friend "Roger" to
accomplish the required task.
If Leda ever noticed that her rope collection was being
repeatedly rearranged while she was at work, she didn't mention
it. Nor did she make any move to help Robin with her
"problem" at night, when Robin was naked and truly helpless.
Clueless, Leda kept her hands to herself, and Roger remained
safely sequestered in his regular abode: the back of the bottom
drawer of Robin's bedside table.
One afternoon, after Robin had relieved her tension and was
basking in the afterglow, she decided it wasn't fair to think of
her BFF as clueless. She'd just untied herself (or more
precisely, disentangled herself), Roger was turned off to
conserve his batteries, and Robin was reclined on her back and
staring up at the bedroom ceiling. How can Leda be
clueless? she reasoned, when I haven't even hinted
that it would be okay if she wanted to do things to
me? Which I'm not gonna do. No way!
Not ever! Robin would have to take care of her own
pleasure... at least for the foreseeable future.
The trip to the Price Farm happened two days later, right on
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herself in charge of the logistics of the operation. She
reminded Robin (repeatedly and adamantly) to pack her oldest,
rattiest, and most expendable jeans and blouse as a painting
costume. This made perfect sense, of course, so Robin
complied. Leda also insisted that Robin bring her laptop,
charging cable, wireless mouse, and everything else she'd needed
to continue her writing when she wasn't painting. Again,
Robin complied. She was gonna do that anyway. The
roomies finished their packing and the result was one nylon
duffel and one laptop messenger/shoulder bag for Robin, and one
medium-sized, soft-sided suitcase for Leda.
There was an unexpected development, unexpected for Robin,
anyway. Instead of driving themselves to the Price Farm,
Leda announced that Jordan Price would be their chauffeur.
Early in the morning of The Big Day, Jordan pulled into the
parking lot of Robin and Leda's apartment complex in a black,
four-door, 2015 Jeep JK (with tinted back windows). She
smiled and pumped Robin's hand while Leda made the
"Robin, Jordan," Leda said. "Jordan, Robin."
"Pleased to meet you," Jordan said with her award-winning,
"Me too," Robin responded and (for some reason) blushed.
Jordan's hand was strong, with the calluses expected of a
metalworker and sculptor, and she was pretty. In fact, in
Robin's totally objective opinion, Jordan Price was beautiful,
in a super-hot-tomboy sort of way. Jordan was wearing
hiking boots, stonewashed jeans, a t-shirt or tank-top, and a
well-worn, brown leather jacket. Her long brown hair was
pulled back in a tight ponytail and her eyes were... Beautiful.
Robin was dressed in sneakers, jeans, a white cotton blouse, and
a denim jacket.
Leda was in sneakers, cargo shorts, a faded blue work-shirt, and
a fleece vest.
They loaded the luggage in the back of the Jeep, then Jordan
opened the driver's-side back door, took a quick look around,
reached into her jacket pocket, and handed something to
Leda. "Here ya go," she said, smiling at her Archer Metals
coworker. "Nobody can see us here, but make it quick."
"Okay," Leda chuckled.
Robin frowned. Whatever Jordan had handed to her BFF was
chrome steel and— "Hey! Leda!" Leda
had spun her around and was locking a pair of police-style
handcuffs around her wrists! Behind her back! "What
the hell do you think you're—"
"Hush," Leda interrupted. "Jordan knows all about your
Blushing furiously, Robin tugged on the cuffs and blinked her
mortified eyes at Jordan.
"I don't mind if you two play," Jordan purred, "just don't make
Still blushing, Robin turned back to her BFF. "Leda!"
"I said hush," Leda chuckled as she took hold of Robin's arm and
eased her onto the Jeep's back seat. "Scoot over to the
Robin's record was still stuck. "Leda!"
Leda climbed into the back, next to her handcuffed BFF. "I
figured that as long as we're driving you waaay out
into the boonies," she explained, "we may as well make it an
"Abduction?" Robin whined. She stared at her BFF/captor
and resumed tugging on her cuffs—not that she'd ever actually
"The opportunity is too good to waste," Leda chuckled.
"The other stuff you asked for is in the net pocket behind the
driver's seat," Jordan said, then closed Leda's door, climbed
behind the wheel, buckled her lap-belt, and started the engine.
Leda reached into the net pocket in question and pulled out a
roll of Elastoplast and a pair of bandage-scissors.
Robin watched with alarm as her alleged BFF prepared what she'd
come to recognize as a standard tape-gag. "This is
stupid," she huffed, but didn't prevent Leda from pressing the
strip in place and smoothing it with her fingers. She did
make the traditional post-gag complaint, of course.
"It's not stupid," Leda giggled, responding to her kidnap
victim's last coherent statement. "It's prudent.
And I know you don't get carsick, so it's perfectly safe.
Just grin and bear it." She giggled with evil
delight. "Or, in this case, pout and keep quiet."
By this time the Jeep was moving, but that didn't keep Leda from
pulling Robin's tape-gagged head and shoulders down onto her
lap. "Mrrrk?" Leda reached back into the net-pocket
and pulled out a black sleep-mask of soft, black pile with an
elastic strap. She placed it over Robin's incredulous
eyes—"Mrrrf!"—and the abductee found herself effectively
blindfolded! Next, Robin felt something small and soft
being stuffed into in her left ear. She realized it was a
Leda leaned close and whispered in Robin's right ear. "By
the way, it's a three hour drive to Miriam's place, so feel free
to take a nap."
"Mrrr!" Robin felt her right ear being stuffed with a
second foam plug... then, what she realized was a pair of
"Mickey-Mouse-Ears" pressed against both ears. As well as
being cuffed, her lips sealed with Elastoplast, and blindfolded,
she had OSHA-approved double hearing protection! She could
hear virtually nothing. Robin could feel the
vibration of the Jeep's engine, as well as her BFF's soft lap
and right hand resting on her right shoulder, but that was
it. I really am being abducted! Robin
realized. Also... Three hours? The drive is
three hours? She squirmed and tugged on her cuffs,
again. Leda responded by giving her shoulder a reassuring
pat. This sucks! Robin decided.
Robin heard the faint sound of what might have been Jordan
speaking... followed by Leda giggling and squirming in
place. Robin was lifted off her Despicable Kidnapper's
lap, and she realized Leda was securing her lap-belt. She
was then settled back down onto Leda's lap. What about
my lap-belt? Robin thought. Between the Jeep's
tinted back windows and her semi-reclined position, Robin knew
that any passing motorists, no matter how curious, would have no
idea that she was even there! And that also went for
passing cops and state troopers, as well as FBI agents, Federal
Marshals, Jason Bourne, and Jack Reacher.
Three hours! Robin thought. I wish I'd known
this was gonna happen. I would have fought back... and
taken off the jacket.
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only part of the trip lounging on Robin's lap. Three times
Leda eased her up into a sitting position. Several long
minutes would pass... then she would be eased back down.
Leda often rested a "friendly" and "reassuring" hand on Robin's
shoulder... or hip... or waist. And during one transition
from sitting to lap-lounging, one of Leda's hands blatantly
brushed against Robin's left breast. It was over
quickly and wasn't exactly a boob-grab, but it was cheeky.
And the time Leda briefly squeezed Robin's denim-clad rump was
also cheeky. Robin had been half-asleep at the time, but
she was pretty sure it had happened.
The abductee couldn't swear the trip to the Price Farm actually
took three hours... but it definitely felt like three
hours.... three hours of twists and turns... highway travel...
slowing down to pass through towns (maybe)... the bumpiness of
at least three railroad crossings... and finally, several
minutes of crunching gravel on an unpaved road. Maybe
it's crunching gravel. It was difficult for
Robin to be sure with her involuntary double hearing protection.
Finally, they arrived. At least, Robin assumed they'd
arrived. The Jeep eased to a stop, doors opened, the
earmuffs were removed, the foam plugs plucked from her ears, and
Robin was dragged (meaning gently eased) from the
backseat. "Mrrrf!" she complained. Then, her
sleep-mask/blindfold was removed and she blinked in the sudden
light. Slowly, a charming rural scene came into
focus. The Jeep and its former occupants were in a gravel
turnaround in front of a multi-storied ranch-style house with
walls of rough-surfaced concrete blocks and a raised-seam metal
roof. Off to the side was a separate garage and what was
either a barn or a workshop. The complex was surrounded by
a meadow-like lawn, which in turn was surrounded by mature
cedars, which stretched into the distance to become rolling,
"Hey, Mom!" Jordan said with a warm smile.
Robin turned around to find a smiling woman (obviously, the
"Mom" in question) stepping around the side of the jeep.
She was mature, meaning probably in her sixties, had
shoulder-length brown hair, and was wearing a pair of sandals
and a pretty, stylish, printed dress that complemented her trim
figure. Oh-by-the-way, it was instantly clear
exactly how Jordan had come by her stunning good looks.
Robin watched as Jordan and her mother exchanged the usual
welcoming hugs and kisses. And then, it was Leda's turn.
"Miriam!" Leda gushed as she rushed into Jordan's mother's open
That's right, Robin remembered as she watched her BFF and
Jordan's mom hug and kiss. Her name is 'Miriam.'
After releasing Leda, Miriam turned to Robin. "And you're
Robin, of course," she said, then turned to her daughter and her
smile faded. "I suppose you think this is funny."
Jordan grinned and nodded at Leda. "It was the Swan's
Miriam rolled her eyes, then nodded back over her
shoulder. "Go let your brothers and sisters out of the run
before they break down the gate."
"Yes, Mother," Jordan chuckled, then headed for the farmhouse.
Brothers and sisters? Robin thought as she watched Jordan
Once again smiling, Miriam carefully teased back a corner of
Robin's tape-gag, then slowly, gently peeled the milky white
strip from her guest's lips. As always, the adhesive
surrendered its loving grip with great reluctance, stretching
Robin's lips and lower face as it was pulled away. "Unlock
the cuffs," Miriam ordered as she folded and pocketed the
Elastoplast and Robin worked her jaw and licked her lips.
Obviously, the order was for Leda.
"You daughter has the key," Leda responded. Her smile was
both innocent and infuriating, in Robin's opinion.
"Wicked girl," Miriam chuckled, then smiled at Robin.
"Welcome to Cedar Wind Farm," she said, then hugged the still
handcuffed Robin and kissed her newly tape-free lips.
Robin blushed, tugged on her cuffs, managed not to respond with
"Aw, shucks" or something equally inane, and instead said,
"Thank you, Mrs. Price."
"Please, call me Miriam," Mrs. Price said as she put an arm
around Robin's waist and led her guests towards the house,
leaving the Jeep behind on the gravel and stepping onto the
"Thank you, Miriam," Robin amended.
Leda opened her grinning mouth, no doubt to say something clever
and infuriating that would require Robin to plant a swift kick
between her legs, but was interrupted by a chorus of whining
canine yelps. "Brace yourself," Leda giggled.
"Huh?" Robin inquired.
"My other children," Miriam chuckled.
Suddenly, Jordan jogged into view from around the house, and she
was accompanied by four large—very large—lanky dogs with
short, curly, gray fur. The canine quartet thumped their
tails, yipped and yelped, and made it abundantly clear that they
were very happy to see Jordan. They were also
doing their best to jump up, lick her face and hands, and
possibly knock her to the ground.
"Behave yourselves!" Miriam laughed as her five "children" drew
"Yeah, behave!" Jordan admonished her exuberant canine siblings.
"I was talking to you as well, young lady," Miriam clarified.
"Hey, you guys!" Leda giggled, addressing the bounding
dogs. "Hey!" she added, this time in alarm as she was
knocked to the grass, held down by several large gray paws,
and assaulted by four slobbering tongues and snuffling
muzzles. She did her best to ward off the canine greeting,
but with very limited success.
Miriam laughed and shook her head, then pointed at Robin and
addressed her daughter (her two-legged daughter).
"Cuffs," she ordered.
Jordan smiled, reached into her pocket and pulled out her
key-ring, then spun Robin around, unlocked the cuffs, and
pocketed the keys and cuffs.
"Thank you," Robin said quietly as she turned back around.
"Oh—Oh!" Robin was now the center of canine
attention. The dogs weren't quite as exuberant as they'd
been with Jordan and Leda in that they made no attempt to plant
her on the lawn next to her giggling and dog-saliva streaked
BFF, but there was still a lot of snuffling and sniffing and at
least some licking, especially of Robin's hands.
She knew what was happening. Miriam's children (not
counting Jordan) were curious. Obviously, they were
satisfied that she wasn't a threat to the pack—which consisted
of Miriam (the Alpha), Jordan (the Beta), and themselves—but she
was novel, and therefore required investigation.
Her scent had to be carefully evaluated and cataloged.
Smiling broadly and resigned to letting herself get
slobbered-upon, at least a little, Robin knelt and hugged each
of the dogs, patted their heads, and scratched their furry
This was a big hit with the canine quartet. The rate of
tail thrashing resumed its former frantic level.
Miriam intervened after several seconds. "Enough," she
chuckled, took Robin's hand, and helped her stand.
The dogs took this as their cue to put off additional licking
and snuffling of the newcomer until later. Also, the rate
of their tail thrashing reduced by half. Of course, there
continued to be a great deal of panting and tongue lolling.
"Robin," Miriam said, "allow me to introduce Pooka, Bugbear,
Fenrir, and Kelpie."
Robin smiled. "They're Irish Wolfhounds, aren't they?"
"They are," Miriam confirmed, then addressed Jordan and
Leda. "Jeep in the garage and luggage in the house."
She turned back to Robin. "Coffee or tea?" She was
still holding Robin's slightly slobbery hand.
"Uh, coffee, please," Robin answered.
"Coffee it is," Miriam smiled, then led Robin towards the house
(with canine escort).
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the luggage out of the back of the Jeep, then trudged to the
house. Jordan then parked the Jeep in the garage, as per
her mother's order. Robin, Miriam, and the wolfhounds were
already out of sight, having followed a path of irregular stone
flags around the far side of the house. Leda followed,
passed the spacious dog run tucked against the house, with its
chain-link fence and large doghouse, passed the row of
bear-proof garbage and recycling cans, then passed through a
side door into the kitchen. There, she found Miriam
preparing her single-cup coffeemaker for use and Robin smiling
and looking around.
"Where should I put these?" Leda inquired, shrugging her
shoulders to indicate the bags.
"You're in your usual room," Miriam answered as she filled a
reusable plastic pod with ground coffee, "and Robin's in the
Robin cocked a puzzled eyebrow. "The tower?"
Leda started across the kitchen. "Didn't you notice the
cute little square turret on the far side of the house as we
drove up?" She paused, smiling sweetly. "Oh, that's
right, for some reason you were wearing a blindfold."
Before Robin could reply, Miriam chastised Leda—"Be nice, young
lady,"—then turned to Robin. "The tower is our largest
guestroom," she explained, hit the brew button on the
coffeemaker, then directed a shooing motion at Leda. "Go."
Leda giggled and followed her hostess' order (and ignored her
BFF's rudely extended tongue).
Leda's usual Cedar Wind Farm guestroom was on the first
floor. It had a small window looking out on a side garden,
a full-sized bed, a small chest of drawers, a small closet, an
easy chair for reading, and was down the hall from a guest
bathroom and the stairs leading up to "the tower." She
dropped her suitcase on the bed, then trekked down the hall to
the stairs and up to Robin's room.
The tower was twice the size of Leda's guestroom and had
expansive windows on three sides, a large closet, a queen-size
bed, two chest of drawers, two easy chairs,
and a writing desk. Leda smiled. She wasn't
jealous. The first time she'd been a guest at Cedar Wind
Farm, Miriam had put her in the tower. I
wonder if Robin will notice the 'special features?' she
mused. Probably not. They're pretty subtle, and
I missed them when it was my first visit.
She dropped Robin's duffel on the bed, her laptop bag on the
seat of the chair in front of the desk, then bounded back down
the stairs and headed for the kitchen for her share of the
That evening, dinner was grilled burgers on the large deck off
the great room. The canine members of the family were
confined to their run, and while they were none too happy to be
excluded from the meal, they didn't make a fuss.
Obviously, humans dining separately was standard operating
procedure at Cedar Wind Farm.
Leda could tell Robin was having a good time. Miriam was
her usual charming self and Jordan was being nice. (Go
figure!) Yes, she decided, this is going well.
They all helped with the cleanup, then adjourned to the great
room to continue getting acquainted. Leda noted that no
mention was made of either Robin's unusual mode of arrival or
her ongoing research program, and Robin certainly didn't bring
They agreed to start painting the garden shed after breakfast
the next morning, then everyone retired to their respective
rooms: Miriam to the master bedroom, Jordan to her childhood
room, Robin to the tower, and Leda to her guestroom. Leda
partially disrobed to her usual sleeping costume of panties and
a tank-top, then padded down the hall to the bathroom and
conducted her evening toilette. She emerged from the
bathroom just in time to nearly collide with Robin in the
hallway. Her BFF was similarly semi-dressed in panties and
Leda reminded her BFF to wear her most disreputable and
disposable jeans and blouse in the morning, in preparation for
painting. Robin responded that of course she'd
wear her ratty jeans and torn t-shirt for purposes of painting
and accused Leda of being a horrible person for her role in this
morning's abduction. Leda thanked her politely, they both
agreed that Miriam was wonderful, the dogs were slobbery
sweethearts, and Jordan was... nice. Then, after
exchanging goodnight wishes, Leda returned to her guestroom and
Robin entered the bathroom.
Leda climbed into bed, turned off the light on the bedside
table, closed her eyes, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
snapped awake to find a hand clamped over her mouth and the
weight of a body straddling her body, pinning her on the
mattress on her back, and trapping her under the covers!
"Quiet!" a voice whispered, then the hand was withdrawn and the
bedside light snapped on.
"Jordan!" Leda complained, also in a whisper. Of course it
was Jordan. Who else could it be? Leda's Archer
Metals coworker lifted herself just enough to pull the covers
down and expose Leda's upper body—pulled Leda's tank-top up and
behind her head, exposing her breasts—then settled back down,
once again trapping Leda's arms against her sides and pinning
her flat on her back. Leda couldn't even kick, thanks to
Oh-by-the-way, Jordan was completely nude. Her toned, tan,
magnificent body, devilish grin, and mischievous brown eyes were
on full display, thanks to the bedside light. One
additional detail: Jordan was now gripping and kneading Leda's
"Didn't I tell you to wear the rings I gave you last Christmas?"
Jordan purred. Her smiling gaze was on Leda's
Leda shivered and squirmed as Jordan continued mauling her
tits. "Now that you mention it," she whispered, "you told
me no such thing."
"Oh," Jordan grinned. "My bad." She reached to the
bedside table, retrieved a three-inch ball of medium density
pink foam, and popped it into Leda's mouth.
Leda's response was to roll her eyes, squirm, and complain as
best she could. "Mrrrf!"
"I told you to be quiet," Jordan reminded her coworker, then
reached back to the bedside table and picked up a narrow, very
long, silk hair ribbon in what Leda thought was a very pretty
pastel shade of jade-green. Jordan then proceeded to wrap
the ribbon around Leda's head several times, cleaving her mouth
and compressing the foam ball. She freed Leda's tousled
hair from under the ribbon, cinched the silky layers tight—eliciting
another inarticulate, whimpering complaint from Leda—then tied a
neat bow directly over Leda's stuffed and cleaved mouth.
"Now," Jordan said, smiling down at her neatly gagged coworker,
"don't worry about the rings. I have something better."
"Mrrk?" Leda watched (and felt) Jordan deftly unscrew the
removable ball of her left nipple-post, then pull the shaft free
of the piercing. She then screwed the ball back in place
and deposited the post on the bedside table. Her right
nipple-post was next... and now Leda's nipples were post-free.
Jordan picked up a small jewelry box, opened its lid, and
displayed the contents for Leda's benefit. "For you," she
Leda found herself
staring (with dread and interest) at a pair of
stainless steel nipple-stirrups. In essence, they were
identical to the dumbbell posts Jordan had just removed, but
with slightly larger balls at the ends and the addition of
"U"-shaped shackles. With respect to rings and posts, they
were the best of both worlds. Each straight horizontal
shaft would provide for even pressure across the entire nipple,
and the shackle would act as excellent attachment point for...
things. In Leda's opinion, they were both exquisitely
beautiful and absolutely evil, and she could do nothing
but watch as Jordan unscrewed the end post from one of the
stirrups, carefully positioned the shackle over her left nipple,
threaded the shaft through the piercing and the shackle, then
screwed on the ball. Task accomplished, Jordan did the
same with the second nipple-stirrup and Leda's right nipple.
"And that's that," Jordan purred. Still pinning Leda on
the bed, she leaned back and gave each of the stirrups a
delicate flick. First the left... then the right.
Leda glared at Jordan in gagged defiance, hoping she was
effectively hiding the horror coursing through her helpless body
(and trying her best to ignore the pure, unadulterated, horn-dog
arousal quivering between her legs).
"Now," Jordan whispered, "your pretty new baubles are my toys,
and I don't want you playing with them first, so..." She
reached back to the bedside table and picked up a second
"Mrrrf!" Jordan had lifted herself off Leda's body, pulled
down the covers, and jerked the tank-top the rest of the way
from Leda's squirming torso and flailing arms. Then, she
rolled Leda over 'til she was face down on the bed, pulled her
hands behind her back, and used the ribbon to bind her wrists,
hands (palm-to-palm), and thumbs. "Mrrrf!" Finally,
Jordan pulled Leda's panties down her legs. "Mrrrrrk!"
"I heard you the first time," Jordan chuckled, then pulled the
covers up and over both their naked bodies. "Remember,"
the grinning metalworker whispered as she hugged Leda's
shivering body. "They're my toys."
They were face-to-face with their breasts squashed together, and
Leda could feel her new gifts sliding against Jordan's
nipples. Jordan kissed the right side of her neck, slid
her warm, wet tongue into her right ear, and kissed it as
well. Leda shivered and slid her right foot between
Jordan's long, slender, strong legs. She needs a shave,
Leda noted. As usual. She heaved a gagged
sigh, then did her best to relax in her captor's arms.
"I'm holding you to our wager," Jordan whispered.
Being gagged, Leda was unable to answer, but she could smile, at
least with her eyes, and she did so. Right back at
you, Hairy Legs, Leda thought. Wagers work both
Leda's trips to Cedar Wind Farm were always a lot of fun, but
this one was shaping up to be especially memorable.
Jordan paused to turn off the bedside light, then resumed
kissing Leda's gagged face and caressing her squirming, writhing
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