having a weird night.
She was back in the "tower guestroom," the sleeping quarters
Miriam had initially assigned her (before morphing into the
Wicked Witch/Mistress of Cedar Creek Farm and reassigning
her to the basement dungeon), but Robin wasn't tied up with
rope, buckled in tight leather restraints, or locked in
inescapable steel chains. Nor had she been stripped
naked. Actually, she was naked, but it was
entirely by choice. Robin wasn't in the habit of sleeping
in the nude (or hadn't been), but tonight it seemed...
right... at least for now... here at the farm. When she
returned to her comfy bedroom in the apartment she shared with
Swan, maybe her usual pajamas of tank-top or t-shirt and panties
would once again feel natural, but at this time and place,
natural felt natural. Anyway, the distinction was that she
hadn't been stripped naked prior to being made Miriam's
prisoner. Robin was nobody's prisoner, and her nakedness
was voluntary... or maybe due to laziness.
That wasn't the weird part.
Her lack of captivity was a little unsettling, but Robin
knew she'd adjust... eventually.
The weird part was Leda.
After freeing Jordan from the pillory, the BFFs had scampered
back to the kitchen and the safety of Miriam's maternal
proximity. There, they'd enjoyed modest bowls of chicken
noodle soup. Both were still full(ish) from their
relatively recent picnic down in the dungeon, so a light supper
of a little soup was all they needed or wanted. Jordan had
stormed in from the barn, naked, highly agitated, and highly
moisturized (especially her boobs). But before she could
wreak havoc on Cupcake and Swan (the Monkey Twins), her mother
intervened by kissing her on the cheek and handing her a bottle
of Boston Lager and a plate bearing a yummy sandwich and a
handful of potato chips. Jordan returned her mother's
kiss, then stormed off to her bedroom to eat in sullen
solitude. The temperature in the kitchen rose appreciably
upon her departure. Anyway, soup bowls empty, the BFFs
helped Miriam clean up, planted kisses on her smiling cheeks,
exchanged three-way goodnight wishes and retired to their
And just to be clear, Leda herself wasn't weird (or no weirder
than usual). The weird part was Robin being unable to
think about anything but Leda.
There were possible diversions. Robin had several
unread novels digitally stored on her iPad, but found she wasn't
in the mood for reading. Leda loves me? That
was all Robin could think about... and worry about... and brood
about... and do her best to ignore (without success). Leda
Suddenly, Robin heard feet climbing the steps to her room, there
was a quiet knock at the door, the door opened before she could
give permission, and—
Robin's eyes popped wide. Miriam and Leda were crossing
Miriam was smiling and wearing the same sandals and pretty
printed dress as before.
Leda, on the other hand, was naked and box-tied with hemp rope,
and with a hemp noose/leash around her neck. The far end
was in Miriam's hand, of course. Also, Swan's hair was
pulled back in a tight ponytail and secured with about six
inches of neatly and tightly wrapped hemp cord and her lips were
sealed by a single generous strip of Elastoplast tape that
covered most of her lower face. Robin noticed that her
BFF's eyes were also wide.
"Now then," Miriam said, still smiling, "you girls stop messing
around and do as you're told. Discuss your
feelings. Now. Or else." With that ultimatum,
she turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind
her. The BFFs heard the sound of a key turning in the
lock—click—followed by Miriam's feet trudging down the
Robin stared at Leda.
Leda stared at Robin.
"Huh?" Robin remarked. She fully realized that at least
with respect to Miriam, her inquiry was both belated and not
Leda seemed to understand perfectly. Her eyes smiling
above her gag she padded to the bed and sat.
Robin noted her BFF was still wearing the chain linking her
nipple-stirrups. It swayed as she walked... and when she
sat... then continued swaying until the motion dampened and
stopped. In Robin's considered opinion, the stirrups and
chain were pretty. They complimented Lea's breasts, which
were also pretty, as was her navel piercing, with its sparkling
diamond stud. Also pretty. And as for her pubic
bush, it was neatly trimmed, dense, and the individual hairs
dark, curly, and—
Robin blinked a couple of times. "Oh, sorry." She
reached out and teased back a corner of Leda's tape-gag.
Then, slowly and carefully, peeled away the milky white
strip. It stretched and distorted the Swan's lips and face
as it surrendered its adhesive grip. Once it was free, she
folded the strip back on itself and tossed it on the bedside
Miriam hadn't used stuffing, so once Leda licked her lips she
was free to speak. "Miriam is under the impression that
we're suppressing our true feelings," she said quietly, her eyes
locked with her BFF. "You know, the 'L-word,' by
which I mean love, not the other 'L-word.'
I tried to explain that she's obviously mistaken, but—Mrrrpfh!"
Robin had lunged forward, thrown her arms around Leda's bound
arms and torso, and pulled her into a tight, boob-on-boob,
compacting embrace. She was also doing her best to wrap
her tongue around her BFF's tonsils.
Leda returned the kiss.
This continued for some time (as did the mutual boob
squishing)... and then they came up for air.
"I love you," Robin said in a whisper.
"Yeah, well, I love you," Leda countered, "so how ya
like them apples?"
Robin smiled. Classic Leda. "Well, I love
you more. And another thing—Mrrrf!"
Whatever Robin had been about to add was preempted by the return
of Leda's lips and tongue.
The deep, wet kiss resumed.
Eventually... again... the BFFs came up for air.
"So... love?" Leda inquired.
"Love," Robin confirmed. "Love?" she inquired.
"Love," Leda confirmed, and the long, wet kiss resumed yet
"Mrrrr!" Leda said (so to speak) after several seconds.
Robin pulled back. "What?"
Leda smiled. "Miriam also said we have to sort out who's
the top and who's the bottom."
Robin lifted an eyebrow. "Say what?"
Leda smiled. "Top and bottom. Dominant and
submissive. Xena and Gabrielle. Rizzoli and
Isles. Daphne and Velma."
Robin cocked a skeptical eyebrow. "Daphne and Velma?"
"Okay, strike that one," Leda conceded.
"Rizzoli and Isles is also a little iffy," Robin added.
"Never mind," Leda chuckled. "We have to decide on our
respective roles. Miriam says so."
"Oh, well, if Miriam says so..." Robin released her
embrace and flopped down on her back on the bed, staring up at
the rafters. "I guess we don't have much choice."
"None whatsoever," Leda agreed. Only slightly impeded by
her box-tie-bonds, she flopped down next to her BFF, snuggled
against Robin's side, and rested her head on her shoulder.
"Well..." Robin sighed, settling an arm around Leda's
shoulders. "That being the case... I guess I'm the top."
Leda's smile turned mischievous. "You're the
top," she sang in a whisper, "you're the
Colosseum. You're the top. You're the Louvre
"Shush," Robin admonished the singing Swan. "No
desecrating Cole Porter. Anyway," she continued, heaving a
sigh, "the only problem is..."
Robin sighed, again. "I don't know how to be a
"Oh, I see," Leda said gravely. "That is a
"Hmm..." Robin agreed.
Leda's smile returned. "That being the case..."
"Yes?" Robin prompted.
"I guess I'll have to teach you."
Robin grinned. "Oh, would ya? That'd be swell."
"It's settled then," Leda said, sitting up. "I'm the
bottom, you're the top, and I teach you how." She twisted
her box-tied upper body. Her nipple-stirrup-chain shook
and swayed as she did so. "Untie me."
"Why?" Robin demanded.
"So I can start teaching you." Leda wiggled her useless
fingers. "Untie me."
Robin's grin morphed into a full-blown smile. "Can't argue
with logic." She sat up and began untying her BFF.
Miriam had crafted a conventional, rather simple box-tie, so
unraveling the Wicked Witch/Mistress' rigging took no time at
all, and while she was at it, she also untied Leda's
noose/leash. Also... She loves me!
Robin's heart was thumping and her pussy absolutely purring
Free of Miriam's ropes, Leda stretched, reaching for the ceiling
and arching her back. "Eyaaah!" She then smiled at
Robin... and pounced!
"Hey!" Robin found herself grabbed, spun around, pinned
face down on the bed, and the ropes she'd just untied from
around her naked BFF's body tightening around her naked
"Hush," Leda chuckled as she worked, "I'm teachin' ya."
She noted that Robin, her BFF and top-in-training, was squirming
and kicking her feet, but wasn't really trying to
prevent her bottom/teacher from accomplishing her self-appointed
"But now?" Robin whined, the side of her face squashed
against a pillow. "We have to start tonight?"
"To coin a phrase," Leda purred, "there's no time like the
present." She lifted and turned her semi-cooperative
student as required to complete a standard box-tie. Leda
had decided to go with the "semi-sadistic" version, so Robin's
arms were folded behind her back and raised past the horizontal
with her wrists lashed against her spine, halfway between the
small of her back and her shoulder blades. And as Leda
also had her former leash-rope to work with, she added a tight
waist-rope to anchor the box-tie from below, just as the
shoulder-yoking strands anchored it above. However, she
did not extend the waist-rope into a full-blown
butt-cheeks-and-labia-cleaving crotch-rope, which she could
easily have done. Leda had plans for Robin's
pussy and strands of rope would be in the way.
"This is mean," Robin whined (and smiled).
"It is, isn't it?" Leda purred, "but remember, a good top always
keeps her bottom under tight control. Are you
"I know how to tie a box-tie," Robin huffed.
"Well then..." Leda rolled Robin onto her back (and
box-tied arms), then knelt with her knees splayed to either side
of her student's shoulders and her pussy hovering directly over
Robin's pouting (and smiling) lips. "Let's see if you know
how to suck my pussy, shall we? Every top needs to know
how to make her bottom suck her pussy."
"Crude, Swan," Robin admonished her teacher. "Very déclassé."
"What's wrong with crude, Cupcake?" Leda chuckled, then lifted
off her student, scrambled around, and reversed position.
Her pussy was still hovering directly over Robin's pouting (and
trying not to smile) mouth, but now she was facing Robin's
pussy. Leda leaned forward and placed her hands on Robin's
inner thighs. "Spread 'em," she ordered, and forced her
student's legs apart. She noted that it didn't take much
effort. She then leaned even further forward and settled a
portion of her weight atop Robin's torso. Their breasts
were now more-or-less squashed against each other's
tummies. Also, their lips and tongues were well within
range of each other's pussies.
"You're putting on weight," Robin complained. "Is there
such a thing as a horse-slash-swan hybrid?"
"Quiet!" Leda chuckled. "Nobody likes a whiny bottom, by
which I mean a whiny top-in-training." She then licked her
lips and set to work implementing the rest of the evening's
In educational circles, what followed might be characterized as
an instructional feedback loop. Leda the bottom/teacher
taught Robin the top-in-training the finer points of
cunnilingus, but in a manner that allowed Robin to immediately
confirm that she was absorbing the fine points of the
lesson. One might say Leda's lecture was accompanied by a
simultaneous oral exam, which Robin passed with flying colors
(as well as smacking lips and swirling tongue).
Leda was a firm believer in repetition as a teaching tool, so
lesson followed lesson and orgasm followed orgasm (for both
Cupcake and Swan).
Eventually, by mutual consent, instruction terminated for the
evening. Leda scooted around until they were head-to-head
and side-by-side, embraced her box-tied top, and both lovers
fell into satiated, exhausted, and shared slumber.
| Chapter 14
morning Robin and Leda slept in. Initially, the locked
tower bedroom door had something to do with it, but before they
had to resort to pounding on said door and demanding access to
the guest bathroom below, Miriam appeared with a tray of coffee,
cream, sugar, brown sugar, raisins, two mugs, two bowls, two
spoons, two napkins, and a covered dish of piping-hot oatmeal.
"You girls scamper down and use the facilities," Miriam decreed,
"then scamper back up here and have breakfast in bed."
"Do we have to scamper?" Leda muttered, rubbing the sleep from
her eyes. "Hey!" Robin had grabbed her left hand and
was pulling her from the rumpled sheets and tangle of hemp rope
and towards the open door. (Yes, at some point before
dawn, the lovely Swan had untied her precious Cupcake.)
"Yes, ma'am," Robin giggled, planting a kiss on Miriam's
smiling, dimpled cheek as they passed. "Scampering,
"Yeah, what she said," Leda mumbled, managing to also plant a
kiss as she was dragged through the door and down the stairs.
Morning toilettes quickly accomplished, the "Monkey Twins"
scampered back to the bedroom and did, indeed, enjoy breakfast
in bed. Miriam had already departed.
"So... Bottom," Robin said as she added a sprinkle of brown
sugar and raisins to her oatmeal, "what are you gonna do to
Leda smiled and sipped her coffee before answering.
"Well... Top." She set down her coffee and began
garnishing her oatmeal. "In the first place, it's
very bad form for a top to divulge her fiendish plans ahead of
time. And in the second place, that would be telling."
Robin grinned. "I think your two places are one place,
but I get your point."
The naked lovers ate in companionable silence.
"So... Bottom," Robin said as she scraped the bottom of her
Leda smiled. "Yes... Top?"
"Ya think poor Jordan is all nervous, anxious, and worried?"
"Oh, gee, let me think," Leda said as she scraped her bowl.
"Yes. Your point?"
"No point," Robin said as she set down her bowl and took a sip
of coffee. "I'm just thinking how insidiously cruel it is
to prolong her suspense."
"It is, isn't it?" Leda agreed with a smile. "Ya got
something else to do? Something besides torturing
a beautiful, naked tomboy?"
Robin sipped the last of her coffee, then returned her bowl,
spoon, and mug to the tray. "Jordan's a tomboy?"
Leda favored her BFF/lover with her best are-you-kidding-me
"Okay," Robin chuckled, then plucked Leda's empty mug from her
hand and returned it to the tray, together with Leda's bowl and
spoon, "she's a tomboy. But I would have gone with
hoyden. Tomboy is rather... blasé. Yes, I would have
gone with hoyden."
"Of course you would," Leda drawled, "but answer the
question. Ya got something else to—Mrrrf!"
Robin had pulled her naked BFF/lover into an embrace and was
planting a deep, wet kiss on her oatmeal-flavored mouth.
"Oh, that," Leda said when they came up for air.
"Yeah... I suppose we could do that."
And they did.
At some point in the process of making Jordan wait to learn her
cruel fate, they overturned the breakfast tray and made a slight
mess of the sheets, but they already needed changing so Miriam
probably wouldn't be too upset.
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approaching mid morning by the time Leda, Robin, and Jordan
trooped from the house, across the lawn, and towards the
barn. Leda was resplendent in sandals and a pretty
sundress (the only sundress she'd packed for the trip to the
farm) and was holding a lunch-size paper bag. Robin was
naked and bound in leather. Jordan was also naked, but not
bound in any way. All three maidens' long, brown tresses
were loose about their shoulders and framing their smiling,
smiling, and frowning faces, respectively.
Why was Robin naked and bound in leather? Back in the
kitchen Leda had decided (decreed) that the initial collection
of her winnings would be an excellent learning
experience for her top-in-training. Miriam agreed, Robin
disagreed, and Jordan abstained (being sullen, resentful, and
refusing to participate in the polling). So, Robin lost
the vote. Miriam (ever the gracious and helpful hostess)
loaned Leda a few items from her collection, and before she knew
it, Robin was naked and wearing both a single-sleeve armbinder and
a complicated body-harness of narrow straps. Both were
gleaming black leather (with a lightly pebbled, very attractive
finish) and polished steel hardware.
The armbinder was the lace-up-the-back kind that crushed Robin's
elbows together. Actually, her elbows were about two
inches apart, but the thing was anything but roomy. A pair
of straps at the top yoked Robin's shoulders and crisscrossed
above her boobs. They prevent me from sliding my arms
up and out of the sleeve, Robin realized. That
would be manifestly impossible with or without the straps, of
course, but why not? The damn thing might as well
include a pair of secondary and totally superfluous horizontal
straps that encircle my wrists and elbows. And,
of course, the damn thing did!
The sleeve was tight! It was also a work of
art. Actually, in the opinions of Leda, Miriam, and
(begrudgingly) Jordan, the sight of a naked Robin Clery pouting
and struggling against the binder was the work of art.
As for the body-harness, it pinned the tightly encased Robin's
arms against her back and was a veritable web of thin,
pliant, diagonal, vertical, and horizontal straps, and included
a vertical crotch-strap pliant enough to half-fold on itself
where it cleaved Robin's labia and butt-cheeks. Robin
realized the binder and harness were two halves of a single
integrated system. Several of the harness straps passed
through leather retainers riveted into the sides of the
armbinder, making sure nothing shifted of slackened no matter
how hard she struggled. It was complicated, and Leda had
required Miriam's help sorting out the details.
Finally, a ball-gag was buckled around Robin's neck in necklace
mode, ready to silence the pouting top-in-training if she
decided to smart-mouth her teacher.
And why was Jordan naked but not bound? Leda
explained, for her student's benefit, that Jordan's nakedness
would expedite the impending unspeakably cruel torture she was
about to perpetrate upon her winnings' helpless body (which
Robin considered to be blindingly obvious). Also, ordering
Jordan to change into her birthday suit in the house (and in
front of her smiling mother) helped keep track of discarded
"Always remember: neatness is next to dominance," Leda had
lectured (much to Miriam's amusement, Jordan's disgust, and
Robin's slight puzzlement).
And as for the not-being-bound part, it emphasized Jordan's
subservience and was manifest evidence of both her acceptance of
her lowly status and the justice of her fate.
In any case, Jordan-the-naked-martyr trudged (padded) to her
doom in front of the smiling Swan and the captive Cupcake,
naked, her hands atop of her head with her fingers interlaced,
and with the expression of an Innocent Damsel (who was going to
murder somebody whenever Mother gave her permission).
They entered the barn and Leda led her student and Jordan to
what Robin recognized as "The Massage Stall," the stall with the
long, narrow, padded table where—by Miriam's expert hands—she'd
been strapped down, oiled, massaged, then teased by vibrating
nipple clamps and a hanging wand. I suppose I
could think of it as the Vibrational Torture Stall, Robin
thought, but 'Massage Stall' will do. It's more
polite. Also, Miriam's oily, gliding, maturely hot
hands had been memorable. Not that the vibrators
"You are not gonna give me a massage," Jordan growled
as she stared down at the table's gleaming brown leather padding
and medical-style restraints.
Leda winked at Robin. "Well, we agree about that," she
purred, then dropped the paper bag in her hand to the floor and
patted the table. "Hop up."
Still scowling, Jordan followed the Swan's order. Soon,
she was on her back, on the table, and staring (glowering) at
the rafters as Leda worked her way around the table, buckling
cuffs and tightening straps. Binding and buckling tasks
complete, Leda stepped back, stood next to Robin, crossed her
arms across her chest (and under her boobs), and smiled.
Jordan (Leda's winnings) was now spreadeagled on the table with
tight, padded cuffs binding her wrists and ankles and broad
leather straps stretched across her chest, above her breasts,
her waist, and her mid thighs.
Robin noted that the taut straps dimpled both Jordan's flesh and
the edge of the table's padding (just as they had when Miriam
strapped her to the table). The sullen, naked
tomboy/hoyden was stretched as if on the rack, but not to the
point of actual torture, per se. Anyway, Robin noted,
Jordan's boobs were somewhat flattened, her strap-restrained
tummy taut, and her leather-cuffed feet on pointe (as
had also been the case when Miriam had strapped her
to the table). Robin also noted that the
prisoner-of-the-table wasn't happy. Robin
remembered also being unhappy, but her feelings had been a mix
of fear, curiosity, and horniness. There had also been an
element of trust, as her "torturer" had been Miriam, and Robin
assumed that was probably the case with the Leda/Jordan
dynamic. This was going to be... interesting (just as it
had been interesting when Miriam strapped her to the
"Allrightie-then," Leda chuckled as she strolled to the Massage
Stall's cabinet and opened the door. "Decisions,
decisions," she sighed as she gazed at the contents. She
knew the door was blocking Jordan's and Robin's view as she ran
her right hand across the various items hanging from hooks or
pegs within. Her smile widened. "Perfect!" She
lifted a gag from its hook and held it for Jordan and Robin to
In Robin's opinion (and even a total newbie would
agree) the gag was best described as a "bit-gag."
Leda confirmed her BFF's assessment. "A silicon-rubber
bit gag," she lectured, "with a locking buckle." She
closed the cabinet, strolled to the table, and tossed the
bit-gag on the padding above Jordan's tousled hair and between
her outstretched arms, then leaned close and smiled into
Jordan's glowering face. "But since you're totally
helpless, there's no practical reason to me to waste
time hunting down one of your mother's cute little
heart-shaped padlocks, is there?"
Jordan didn't answer. It was a rhetorical question.
"And look what else I've got," Leda purred as she retrieved
and opened the paper bag, then pulled out a pair of rose-pink
hipster-style bikini panties, gingerly holding them between
the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. "Ta-dah!"
Robin gazed at the
panties in mild puzzlement. By-the-way, the panties were
pretty. Not my color, she decided, but still,
pretty. I suppose I could wear them if I had to.
Next time I go shopping maybe I'll pick up a pair... just
not in that exact color.
Jordan was also gazing at the pink panties, and even though
she still didn't say anything, it was clear she was even less
happy than before.
"I see you recognize them," Leda purred, then shifted her
smile to her BFF. "She brought two identical pair of
these things on our backpacking expedition, wearing the first
pair and changing into the second the morning of day
three. So..." She shifted back to Jordan and
dialed up the gloating aspect of her smile. "Each pair
was worn for two very sweaty days of hiking."
She shifted back to Robin. "She only wore panties during
the day, of course. They would have been in the way at
Robin gazed at Jordan... who glowered back at her.
"Uh... I see."
"Anyway," Leda continued, "I found them in the laundry hamper,
but there's no way to tell which was which, meaning which was
worn days-one-and-two, and which was worn
days-three-and-four." She gave the panties a delicate
sniff, then wrinkled her nose. "Both are equally ripe,
so I just chose one at random... and here we are."
Jordan found her voice. "Swan," she growled, "if you
stuff that thing in my mouth I swear-to-God I'll—Mrrrfh!"
Leda had done just that, meaning stuffed the "ripe" pink
panties into Jordan's mouth. Then, holding them in place
with one hand, she crammed the rubber bit of the bit-gag
between Jordan's teeth and tightened the strap's buckle at the
nape of her neck.
"Mrrrrrrrrr!" Jordan complained as Leda freed her tousled hair
from under the strap, then tightened and re-secured the
"There," Leda sighed, combing Jordan's hair with her right
hand as she smiled down at her naked, helpless, glowering, and
now gagged coworker and winnings. "Well, what do you
know. 'Pretty in pink' also goes for gags," she
purred. "Who knew?" She then smiled at Robin and
strolled in her direction. "And speaking of gags..."
"Uh... you like that color?" Robin asked (nervously), taking
two unconscious steps back and bumping into the stall's side
wall. "Oops. Uh... anyway, I think it's too pink.
I'd probably go with more of a salmon color.
Wouldn't you? Also—Mrrrf!" Her BFF had popped the
ball-gag formerly dangling around her neck into her mouth,
spun her around, parted her hair, and was tightening and
securing the buckle at the nape of her neck.
Now both naked occupants of the Massage Stall were gagged, one
on the table and the other stamping the dusty floor with her
"I have some things to gather," Leda announced as she strolled
through the stall door
"Mrrrf!" Robin declared. She hurried to follow, but
wasn't quick enough. The door closed with her on the
wrong side. "Nrrr!"
"Wait here and keep Jordan company," Leda chuckled, then
turned and sashayed across the barn, swinging her hips and
the hem of her pretty sundress... then out the side door.
"Mrrrrk!" Like I have a choice? Robin
heaved a sigh, then turned back to gaze at her fellow
stall-prisoner. If looks could kill... Robin
mused, noting Jordan's effectively gagged and furious expression.
But then, if that were true, neither Swan nor
myself would have made it out of Miriam's kitchen alive.
She turned and looked back out into the main barn. All
Robin heaved another sigh. I'm in love with a
sadistic bondage freak, she thought. Cool!
|| Chapter 14
elsewhere when Leda reentered the kitchen and made her way to
her guest bedroom. Maybe she's playing with the hounds,
Leda thought as she transferred several items from her luggage
to a small cardboard box she'd borrowed from their
hostess. I know if I wasn't busy torturing my naked
friends I'd be playing with the hounds.
They're so much fun. She then retraced her steps to
the barn and returned to the scene of her ongoing crime.
Needless to say, things in the stall were unchanged. Robin
was still naked, armbinder-bound, harnessed, ball-gagged, and
helpless, and Jordan was still naked, spreadeagled on the table,
and bit-gagged (with rose-pink panties stuffing).
"Miss me?" Leda inquired, smiling brightly.
Both naked prisoners glowered in answer. Robin's
gagged-expression was more disgruntled than angry. Jordan,
on the other hand, was still staring lethal daggers.
"Sorry for the delay," Leda purred, "but I had to fetch a few
things before we could continue." She set the box on the
floor on the side of the table opposite Robin.
Robin was curious, of course, so she began padding around the
table to see what was so important that her BFF had felt
compelled to callously abandon her in the stall.
"No ya don't," Leda chuckled, pointing across the table (and its
stretched captive) to Robin's former position. "Stay."
Robin heaved a gagged sigh, then padded back to what apparently
was her assigned post.
Meanwhile, Leda had strolled to the back wall, released the
ratchet of one of the hand-cranked winches Miriam had used to
rig the insidious vibrator array that had entertained Robin, and
was turning the crank and lowering the cable. She stopped
when the carabiner-style clip at the end of the cable was at a
convenient height, then stooped and lifted a generous coil of
coyote-brown paracord from the box.
"Recognize this stuff?" she asked Jordan.
Jordan didn't answer, not even with a gagged growl.
Leda smiled at her ball-gagged BFF. "This is the same cruel
cord she used to bind my poor, innocent, naked body so she
could have her wicked way with me," she explained as she
released the coil and found one end.
Robin blinked and stared at the thin brown cord. Oh,
Leda released the coil, looped one end of the cord around
Jordan's right ankle, below her leather cuff-restraint, then
tied a non-compacting knot. She then took a ladder-style
hitch around Jordan's foot, another hitch around her big toe,
then clipped the remainder of the coil through the hanging
clip. Returning to the wall she turned the hand crank—Click,
click, click, click...—until the clip was up near the
overhead rafter. The cord played out as the clip rose, so
now the long cord binding Jordan's already ankle-bound foot
stretched up and through the clip and dangled down to the floor.
Robin and Jordan watched (Jordan with attentive self-interest)
as Leda released the leather strap across Jordan's thighs,
passed the strap under her right thigh and back over her left
thigh, then buckled it tight. Next, she unbuckled Jordan's
right ankle-cuff and immediately began hauling on the cord.
The complaint was from Jordan, of course. As her leg was
pulled upwards, she tried to resist, but when she struggled the
cords binding and looped around her foot and toe became
punishingly tight, especially with respect to her big toe.
Once Jordan's leg was fully raised and the cord as taut as the
proverbial fiddle-string, Leda passed it around a table leg and
tied a quick-release knot. Jordan was still spreadeagled
on the table at three points (with straps), but now her right
foot was raised with her foot on pointe and the cord
making sure it stayed that way. It was as if Jordan was
lying on her back and executing a high kick with her right leg—exactly
as if she was lying on her back and executing a high kick
with her right leg.
Leda returned to the side of the table opposite Robin, smiled at
Jordan, and began gently sliding her hand up and down the
high-kicking captive's right inner thigh. "Comfy?" she
inquired. "We're almost ready."
Jordan continued starring daggers at Leda.
Robin watched, with wide eyes (and a purring pussy). Ready
for what? She still had no idea what, exactly, her
BFF intended to do to Poor Jordan.
Leda's smile was now downright evil. She stopped massaging
(teasing) Jordan's thigh, leaned down, lifted a pair of objects
from the cardboard box, and held them where both Jordan and
Robin had a clear view.
Jordan's gagged scowl evaporated and was instantly replaced
by an expression of wide-eyed horror! "MRRRK!"
|| Chapter 14