her eyes—then immediately closed them again. The bedroom's
overhead light was on... and she distinctly remembered turning
it off before she'd climbed into bed. She'd
closed the opaque canvas drapes first, then crossed the bedroom
to the door and switched off the light—which meant she'd plunged
the place into total darkness, which meant she'd had to slowly,
carefully grope her way to the bed without bumping into
anything, stubbing a toe, or tripping over something. Of
course, given the bedroom's spartan, institutional decor, there
weren't many bumping, stubbing, or tripping hazards to be
avoided, but it was still awkward.
Anyhow—inexplicably—the light was now on! Tippi
blinked as her eyes adjusted... and found Pepper Vespini
standing beside the bed and smiling down at her! The
fifty-something beauty was wearing black stretch pants and a
black tank-top (with no bra), and her hair was pulled back in a
"Are you awake yet?" Pepper inquired with a dimpled smile.
Tippi blinked a few more times, then yawned. "Uh... can I
"I'll take that as a yes," Pepper chuckled. "You didn't
hear me knock," she explained.
Tippi was now fully awake, and aware that Pepper hadn't actually
explained much of anything. "B-but why are you—Hey!"
Pepper had grabbed the blanket and top sheet, stripped them from
the bed, and tossed them towards the wardrobe. Tippi was
now totally exposed... if you didn't count her cute set of pink
floral shortie pajamas.
"Coco insists on doing one of her all-night exercises," Pepper
explained, "so you'll have to strip."
"W-what?" Tippi was blinking again. "S-s-strip?"
"To the skin," Pepper confirmed. She then lifted a small
duffel-bag of black leather and dropped it on the bed.
Tippi stared at Pepper.
Pepper smiled her dimpled smile at Tippi. "Coco has her
way of doing things," she explained (or sort of explained) after
several awkward seconds.
Blinking wasn't working, so Tippi bit her lower lip in a manner
she knew was devilishly cute and had proven to be persuasive in
the past. "But..."
Pepper was unmoved (or maybe moved but adamant). "Remember
your contract," she grinned. "Nothing but skin, please."
Tippi heaved a sigh, then pulled her short-sleeve, V-neck top
over her head, squirmed out of the matching shorts... followed
by her panties... and was, indeed, naked.
"Excellent," Pepper beamed, then unzipped the duffel's main
compartment and pulled out a rolled bundle of... some sort of
shiny black fabric.
"Is that... spandex?" Tippi asked quietly, staring at the
"I believe it's neoprene rubber sandwiched between layers of
something like spandex, but I don't know any of the
actual brand names involved." Pepper unrolled the bundle.
"It looks like spandex," Tippi noted, "and a sleeping bag...
only... it's thin... and... not quilted?"
"This sort of thing is generally called a 'sleepsack',"
Pepper stated. "They make them for infants, only the
design isn't so restrictive." She shifted her smile from
the sleepsack to Tippi. "In you go!"
"Do I have to?" Tippi whined.
Pepper smiled and nodded. "Coco's order." Meanwhile,
she had unzipped the sleepsack. "Slide your feet down the
tubes and your arms into the sleeves." The tubes were
interior channels that would enclose Tippi's feet and legs,
separately, and the sleeves were full-length pockets sewn into
the sides of the sleepsack.
"I think it's too small," Tippi stated, staring at the open
"It stretches," Pepper purred. She waited a few seconds...
then patted the bed. "Let's go, darling."
Tippi squirmed onto the sleepsack, then spun on her butt and
slid her legs into the sack's bottom half. It took some
effort, but she gripped the sides and completed the process of
encasing her feet and most of her legs. "It's kinda tight
and... complicated." The interior was smooth spandex, as
was the exterior, but she could feel panels sliding against each
other between the layers as she planted her toes and feet in the
"The neoprene is cut into shapes," Pepper explained, "and the
ends sewn together and to a strip of nylon webbing
running up the back. Coco's design. Most sleepsacks
are simple sheathes." She pointed to the sack's open
interior. "Your arms go in there... and there."
Tippi managed to start inserting her hands and arms in the
sleeve-pockets, as directed, but encountered rapidly increasing
"Oh, poor thing," Pepper cooed. "And you're trying so hard
to be a good girl. Here, let me help." She took hold
of the sides of the sleepsack and tugged until Tippi's shoulders
slid into the sack. "There." Then, starting at the
foot, she began zipping up the sleepsack's zipper. This
took some time and effort, as the layers of spandex and neoprene
had to stretch to allow the gap to close and the zipper to
zip. Finally, the zipper reached its end and Pepper
slipped the fob into a dedicated little pocket, closed the
sack's wide collar, and secured it with a pair of heavy-duty
snaps. Snap! Snap!
Tippi gave an initial struggle. "Gosh!" she gasped.
The sack hugged every square inch of her body, from her neck to
her toes, and it was tight. She tried bending her
upper body into a tuck, lifting her legs, and bending her knees,
but didn't get very far with her efforts. The neck was
snug, but not uncomfortable and she could breathe easily.
"Coco designed the neoprene panels to complement the major
muscle groups," Pepper explained, "so that no matter what you
try, they stretch and pull back. Very clever, don't you
"Uh..." Tippi twisted and squirmed some more.
"Yeah... I guess so." She could feel individual neoprene
strips sliding, stretching, and opposing her attempted motions,
but mainly the thing was just tight. Bloody tight,
she thought, as Eliza would put it. What she couldn't
feel was skin rubbing against anything other than taut
spandex... other than her fingers and toes when they tried to
wiggle. The sleepsack's spandex inner layer
enclosed/encased all of her limbs separately.
"Coco has much more restrictive and elaborate sleepsacks and
bodysheaths in her collection," Pepper purred. "Maybe
she'll show you a few."
Tippi frowned. "What's the difference between a sleepsack
and a... oh!" Pepper had reached back into the duffel and
pulled out—"A b-ball-gag?" Tippi whined. It had a
narrow, black leather strap and the attached black-rubber ball
was hollow and perforated and... it was a ball-gag!
"I'm afraid so, dear," Tippi purred. "Open wide."
"Tippi squirmed and struggled. "B-but I—No!—Mrrrfh!
The ball was in her mouth and Pepper was buckling it tight at
the nape of her neck, under her tousled, short hair.
"Mrrrr!" Tippi continued squirming her tightly encased
body and mewling through the gag. "Mrmpfhrf!"
Pepper smiled her dimpled smile and gazed down at her
captive. "So pretty," she sighed, then leaned close and
combed her fingers through Tippi's hair, restoring some degree
of order to her pageboy. She then fluffed the bed's
pillow, lifted Tippi's gagged head and encased shoulders onto
the soft surface, then straightened her pageboy, again. "I
don't think I'll use the hood tonight," she said quietly as her
fingers combed through Tippi's smooth, straight locks.
"You're just too pretty in your snug little sleepsack
with your sad brown eyes above your tight ball-gag." She
leaned close and kissed the tip of Tippi's nose, then stood,
gathered the rumpled blanket and top sheet, stuffed them in the
wardrobe, together with Tippi's pajamas and panties, then closed
and locked the wardrobe door. Finally, she returned to the
bed, picked up her duffel, smiled and blew Tippi a kiss, then
padded to the bedroom door. "Pleasant dreams!" she called
back over her shoulder.
Tippi watched as Pepper turned off the overhead light and made
her exit, closing the door behind her. Click!
That was the lock turning, of course.
The bedroom was pitch black. Tippi squirmed and struggled
again, but without enthusiasm. She knew she was going to
remain in the sleepsack's untiring elastic embrace until someone
This is all Eliza's fault, she decided, but knew that
wasn't entirely true... significantly true...
but not entirely.
|| Chapter 2
awake immediately at the sound of the bedroom door being
unlocked. Click! Coco padded into the
bedroom, crossed to the window, and threw open the canvas
drapes. It was dawn.
Truth be told, Eliza experienced an interval of disorientation
while all of that was happening... but she was awake now, and
Coco was looming over the bed and smiling down at her naked,
cord-bound, and cleave-gagged form. Eliza stared up at her
captor. She was sore all over, from head to toe, and had
spent a miserable night.
Again, truth be told, Eliza wasn't in actual pain, and none of
her anatomy tingled or felt numb. She'd been rolling
around on the bed for "comfort" through the hours of darkness,
and, begrudgingly, she had to admit Coco had done an excellent
job of rendering her totally helpless without causing any
damage... but she wasn't happy. She wasn't happy at
"Good morning, Eliza," Coco purred, smiling her infuriating,
Eliza glared up at Coco and made no reply, not even a
gag-muffled, decidedly rude reply, and she continued
glaring as Coco began untying her coyote-brown, paracord bonds.
This took a while, longer than it had taken Coco to tie her up
last night. It didn't help that Coco took it upon herself
to untie the knots joining all the individual coils of cord
together and neatly loop and bundle each and every coil as it
came free. How Coco was able to tease all the knots apart
so easily Eliza wasn't sure, but then she noted Coco had a
pocketknife with a blunt steel spike, and was using it to attack
the most stubborn knots. Now that Eliza thought about it,
such things were called "fids," and sailors used them for...
rope-stuff. Coco's pocketknife was a nautical model.
By the way, Coco was wearing a skintight pair of black designer
jeans, a black tank-top, no bra, her feet were bare, and her
hair was loose about her disgustingly beautiful, perky, and
Eliza's crossed wrists had been the first thing Coco tied last
night, so it was only logical that they were the last thing she
untied this morning.
And now, Eliza was free, if you didn't count her tape-mummified
hands and cleave-gagged mouth. She sat up in bed—Ow!
Ow! Ow!—and continued glaring at Coco. Eliza
was covered with red, linear cord-marks from shoulders to toes,
fossil evidence of her just-removed bondage, but there were no
bruises or cord-burns that she could see.
Coco had threaded the coils of paracord together with what Eliza
believed was her former crotch-cord, then slung the mass over
her shoulder like a bandoleer. "Take a shower and there
will be something for you to wear when you come back," Coco
Eliza glowered at her smiling hostess/captor. She
was still cleave gagged and her fists still mummified, so she
couldn't un-gag herself. And how was she supposed to turn
the shower on and off?
Coco was aware of Eliza's dilemma (and probably enjoying
it). "Tippi will help you," she advised, then made a
shooing motion towards the bedroom door. "Chop-chop!"
Eliza turned and stomped (padded) from the bedroom, mustering
all the dignity she could while being naked, covered in fading
cord-marks, cleave-gagged, and sporting a pair of
fist-mummies. At least the fists were appropriate to her
The bathroom door across the hall was ajar, so Eliza had no
difficulty pushing it open. Steam filled the air, a
shower-head was running, and Tippi was under the hot stream of
water. Needless to say, she was naked, wet, and using a
bar of soap to scrub herself clean. She noted Eliza's
arrival and smiled brightly. "Morning! I'll be right
Eliza glowered (her mood appeared to be stuck on
glower) and watched as Tippi finished her shower, used a fluffy
white towel to dry herself as she padded in Eliza's direction,
then wrapped the towel around her still damp torso, smiling all
the while. If Eliza needed a reason to continue glowering,
Tippi's dimples more than sufficed.
"Poor thing," Tippi cooed in sympathy as she took Eliza's tape
shrouded hands in her own and examined them, "all gagged and
wrapped up. Don't worry, Pepper left me just the
tool for the job." She led Eliza to the row of sinks and
mirrors. A second neatly folded towel rested between two
of the sinks, and resting on the towel was a pair of stainless
steel bandage scissors. Tippi picked up the scissors,
readied them for use, then took a firm grasp of Eliza's right
fist and, pouting in concentration, carefully slid the blunt tip
of the open scissors under the tape and underlying latex glove
on the back of Eliza's wrist, and made the first careful cut.
The reason Coco had insisted on Eliza donning the latex gloves
before getting her fists taped was now crystal clear: no
adhesive-on-skin problem. Slicing apart the tape sheath
wasn't all that difficult, and soon, Eliza was free to flex and
shake her no longer mummified fingers and hand.
Eliza glared at Tippi as her friend started on her left
hand. "Mrrrf!" she complained.
"You're welcome," Tippi purred.
Eliza rolled her eyes. "Mrrrrrf!" she reiterated.
"Oh, the gag," Tippi giggled. "Hang on. I'm almost
Eliza heaved a disgusted, gagged sigh, waited until her left
hand was de-mummified... then reached back and attacked the
gag's knot herself. Eventually, the knot surrendered and
she was finally able to get the knotted cloth out of her
mouth. She worked her jaw and licked her lips.
Meanwhile Tippi was staring at her friend's naked body with
apparent concern. "Coco tied you up," she whispered,
taking Eliza's right arm and gently sliding her hand across the
cord marks still evident. "All Pepper did was zip me
inside a sleepsack."
"Stop that," Eliza scolded and slapped Tippi's hand away.
Tippi wasn't offended. She was used to Eliza's occasional
crankiness. "Take yourself a nice hot shower," she
advised. "Then get dressed and meet us in the
kitchen. Pepper said there would be clothes waiting on our
beds." She gave a little shrug. "That probably means
the wardrobes will still be locked and it'll be some sort of
'assistant's uniform' or something."
"Probably," Eliza agreed, then took Tippi's hands and gave them
a squeeze. "Are you okay? Say the word and we're out
Tippi smiled. "That's sweet, but... I'm fine."
Eliza released Tippi's hands, turned on one of the sink's
faucets, cupped her hands, and took a drink. Then, she
stared at Tippi in the mirror. "Wait, did you say sleepsack?"
Tippi nodded. "It was tight... but no rope-marks."
"Whatever," Eliza muttered, padded to one of the commodes, then
turned back to face her friend. "A little privacy?" she
"Whatever," Tippi grinned, then padded from the bathroom,
closing the door behind her.
|| Chapter 2
waiting in neat stacks on the foot of Tippi and Eliza's beds
were identical spandex Capri-pants and tank-tops, all in
black. And they were skintight, to the point the
girls were sporting noticeable pokies and camel-toes (which
wasn't at all humiliating). Also, the tank-tops
were a little short. The bottom hems kept riding up and
exposing their bellybuttons. Eliza kept trying to pull
hers down, to no avail. There were no shoes, and their
wardrobes were locked, as they'd feared. Their choice was
to go barefoot and clad in sprayed-on black spandex, or prance
around naked. Both opted for the spandex option.
Eliza's longish blond pixie was a bit of a spiky mess, despite
the best efforts of her combing fingers, but Tippi's neatly
trimmed pageboy fell into place with only a modicum of help.
Breakfast was in the kitchen, with Coco cooking bacon, eggs, and
toasted English muffins. Both Vespini sisters were
barefoot and wearing black jeans and tank-tops.
Apparently, while in residence, black was the family
color. Their gleaming brown curls were loose about their
shoulders, framing their smiling faces.
Eliza glowered and pouted as she ate, answering questions with
monosyllables whenever possible. Tippi was more pleasant,
but took her cue from Eliza and was anything but chatty.
As they ate, Coco explained that her assistants were expected to
share in the housework. Daily exercise was also a mandate,
meaning lap swimming in the pool, using the machines in the gym,
cross-country runs in the surrounding forest, and/or yoga
classes in the studio.
Eliza sullenly shoveled food into her mouth and frowned.
Tippi smiled, ate politely, and nodded her agreement.
Oh-by-the-way, Coco also dropped the bombshell that except when
running outdoors, the girls were expected to exercise
Greco-Roman Style... in the nude.
This caused Tippi pause... then she resumed eating. Eliza
simply continued glowering.
"I hope your face doesn't freeze like that, Eliza
darling," Pepper purred, then shared a giggling laugh with her
big sister. Tippi managed not to laugh, but couldn't
stifle the smile that curled her lips.
Eliza rolled her eyes, gathered the now empty plates, stomped
(padded) from the breakfast nook, and started loading the
Exercise that day was naked yoga in the yoga studio. Both
sisters and the new Assistants participated, and all four were au
naturel. The session was an hour or more in length,
with Coco correcting the girls' style as required.
Afterwards, everybody enjoyed a nice, long, relaxing bask in the
There was no discussion of Coco's art installations, past or
present, or anything having to do with her creative
process. "Not today, dear," Coco said whenever Eliza tried
to bring it up. This didn't improve Eliza's mood.
The only thing she (or they, if she counted Tippi) accomplished
was dusting and vacuuming. Also, they learned a few new asanas
(yoga poses). Eliza's podcasts were solidly on hold.
Oh-by-the-way, yoga class revealed than Coco and Pepper had spectacular
bodies—not just for 50-something old ladies, but for anybody—and
not that that was any great surprise. Also, the Vespini
sisters moved with natural grace... of maybe from years and
years of regular yoga practice.
Eliza did manage to stop scowling... eventually, but she
remained somewhat grumpy. She was finding the total lack
of control to be especially onerous. Who knew? Maybe
she was learning something about Coco's methods after
After dinner, everybody retired to the Vespini mansion's home
theater—and of course the place had a home theater—and
Coco introduced the girls to the animated series Arcane
on Netflix. Eliza and Tippi were amazed. The
artistry and story-telling were first rate. They
thoroughly enjoyed the first episode.
Afterwards, Coco ordered her young assistants to conduct their
evening toilettes and report to their bedrooms. Not that
Eliza and Tippi objected. They were tuckered out from a
long day of domestic drudgery, yoga, and basking in the sauna.
The girls said their goodnights (rather coldly on the part of
Eliza) and padded for the patient wing, meaning the patient wing
that included their guest bedrooms, the wing that wasn't
behind a locked gate of iron bars. They still hadn't been
given a tour of most of the mansion.
|| Chapter 2
her skintight "uniform" of black Spandex, Eliza padded from the
institutional bathroom to her assigned bedroom. She'd been
mildly apprehensive all day, wondering what prank Coco was going
to pull on her tonight, and now the moment was at hand.
She opened the bedroom door and discovered...
She'd been right to be apprehensive.
The arrangement was
obvious. If someone—Eliza Callahan, for example—was to lay
on her back on the bed, the lower cuffs would be in the perfect
position to encircle her ankles, the central belt her waist, and
the single cuffs her wrists with her arms at her sides.
(2) Still wearing her black jeans and tank-top, Coco was
standing next to the bed and smiling her infuriating,
beautiful, dimpled smile.
(3) The only sheet on the bed was the white fitted
sheet. The top sheet and blanket were still
(4) The bed had been accessorized with what Eliza
recognized as old-style medical restraints. A pair of
two-inch wide, thick leather belts horizontally stretched
across the bed, tight enough to dimple the edges of the
mattress. One was near the foot of the bed and the other
just above the middle. The lower belt had a pair of
padded leather cuffs attached, about two-feet apart, and the
middle belt had what could be called either a padded
corset-belt or an oversized cuff. Finally, there was
another pair of padded cuffs, each attached to the bed-frame
by short leather straps and slightly below the middle
belt. All the leather was rust-brown, the padding white,
and what hardware she could see was nickel-steel.
Eliza shook her head. "No."
"It's not nearly as restrictive as last night," Coco
purred. "You'll find the arrangement to be quite
comfortable, in fact."
Eliza locked eyes with her hostess and would-be captor.
"Why? Why do you have to keep doing this? What's the
"We'll discuss my philosophy in detail when I think we're
ready," Coco stated. "For now... think of my exercises as
building your vocabulary, slowly, giving you time to process
each new experience."
Eliza stared (scowled) at the waiting restraints for several
seconds. "I know what your installations look like, and I
know you've got your past works and your workshop
locked away in the back wings. Why can't you just give me
"Clever girl," Coco purred. "Showing is one thing, but the
tactile element would be missing... or at least severely
limited. I insist on practical demonstrations while
training my assistants. And that's all I'm going to say on
the subject this evening." Still smiling, Coco leaned to
the side and patted the bed. "Chop-chop!"
This was night number two of Eliza's blog-quest, and
moment-of-truth number two. She could either cut her
losses and quit, of put up with another of Coco's
"demonstrations." At least the hospital restraints looked
to be a lot less restrictive than last night's coyote-brown
paracord bondage. Besides... Tippi would never forgive her
if she quit. Actually, she knew her partner might probably
be relieved, but it was too soon to quit.
Still scowling, Eliza flopped down onto the bed.
"No, darling," Coco chuckled. "Naked."
Eliza heaved an exasperated sigh. "Fine!" she huffed,
rolled off the bed to her feet, peeled out of her black spandex
capri-pants and tank-top, tossed them aside, and flopped back
onto the mattress and the waiting restraints.
"There's a good girl," Coco purred, then worked her way around
the bed, securing the cuffs—tight—around Eliza's right
ankle... left ankle... waist... left wrist... and right
wrist. The cuffs wrapped around the anatomy in question,
steel staples slid through slots in the padded cuff, a narrower,
non-padded strap slid through the staple and jerked taut to
secure the cuff—creak!—then was slotted through a locking
steel clamp. Coco used her ubiquitous barrel-key to secure
each cuff before she moved on the next—click!—and that
was that. Eliza was on the bed to stay.
The naked prisoner's head was comfortably resting on the bed's
pillow, and a preliminary struggle revealed that she did,
indeed, have more freedom of motion than she'd had the previous
night... or at least a different degree of freedom. She
could no longer roll around on the mattress. She could,
however, lift her cuffed hands and flail them around, but only
within a very limited radius. Her questing, groping
fingers couldn't possibly reach the lock and staple-strap-clamp
mechanism securing the waist belt, much less the hardware
securing her wrist cuffs. And whatever buckles or other
mechanisms were securing the waist belt and wrist-cuff straps to
the bed were somewhere below the level of the mattress.
All she could feel with her questing fingers was the steel of
the bed-frame and a few inches of smooth, taut leather.
Obviously, the restraints were designed to allow some freedom
of motion, but not much... emphasis on not.
Satisfied that she was, indeed, helpless, Eliza heaved another
frustrated sigh, and glowered at her captor... not that
she'd ever stopped frowning at Coco... all day.
Coco smiled her wicked, gloating smile for several seconds, then
stooped and picked up something from under the bed. It
"No!" Eliza barked. "No way!"
"Yes, way," Coco chuckled. The object in her hand was a
ball-gag! Its leather strap was the same shade of rust-red
as the bed's restraints, and its ball/mouth-plug was hollow,
pierced by a dozen or more round holes, and appeared to be made
of matte-white silicon rubber. The strap secured with a
conventional tongued buckle of nickel-steel.
Eliza opened her mouth to repeat her objection—"Mrrrf!"—and Coco
struck like the proverbial cobra, cramming the ball into Eliza's
outraged mouth. "Mmmpfh!" Coco then buckled the
strap at the nape of Eliza's neck. The ball was all the
way inside Eliza's mouth, depressing her tongue and forcing her
jaws apart. "Nrrrkf!" Complaining was
possible. "Nrrrrrrr!" Articulate speech was not.
Coco was standing with her arms crossed under her breasts,
smiling down at Eliza. It was possibly her most gloating
and absolutely infuriating smile to date.
"You're so beautiful when you're angry, Tomboy," Coco
purred. "Simpering damsels have their place, as do stoic
beauties..." She sat on the bed and rested her right palm
on Eliza's lower chest, below her breasts and above the
waist-belt. "But I find your furious firebrand persona to
be very... seductive."
Eliza continued struggling—then froze in her bonds and stared at
her captor. Seductive?
"I have been known to integrate erotic and BDSM elements into some
of my installations," Coco stated. Her hand started
moving, slowly sliding along Eliza's torso from the underside of
her breasts to the smooth edge of the waist-belt.
Eliza clenched her fists, blinked her eyes a few times, and
realized she was panting through her gag... which was causing
her chest (and breasts) to rise... and drop... slightly,
carrying Coco's smooth, gliding hand with it.
"Nothing serious, of course," Coco purred, "meaning either the
eroticism or the BDSM. No penetration, mutilation,
disfigurement, et cetera. I don't like
bloodletting. You'll learn more as your training
progresses." She lifted her hand and cupped Eliza's right
breast... then leaned close, extended her pink tongue, and
flicked Eliza's left nipple with its very tip.
Eliza clenched her eyes tightly closed and jerked on her
wrist-cuffs, her hands closed in tight fists. Also, the
now slightly wet nipple stiffened in response to Coco's teasing
tongue... as did her right nipple.
Coco grinned. "Now look what I've done," she
chuckled. "I've spoiled the mood. No more the irate
little hoyden with fire in her pretty blue eyes."
It was true. Eliza was no longer glowering. She was
still panting, and stared up at her gloating captor, wondering
what was going to happen next.
Coco surprised her by standing, picking up Eliza's discarded
tank-top and capri-pants, then padding to the bedroom
door. She opened the portal and paused in the threshold,
still smiling her infuriating, dimpled smirk. "That's
enough indulgence for one night, Tomboy. Sleep tight."
And with that, she turned off the overhead light, then closed
and locked the door. Click!
What the hell? Eliza wondered, staring through the total
darkness at the closed door... and the departed Coco
Vespini. She tugged on her wrist-cuffs—creak!—attempted
to roll and/or jerk free of the waist-belt—creak!—and
tried kicking her feet—creak! She didn't bother
testing the gag. Her audience had departed.
This is getting... complicated, Eliza mused, and more
involved than I thought. And she's in charge of...
everything. It's all her agenda.
Eliza tugged on her restraints, again. Creak!
It's impossible to even influence her agenda.
Eliza lay back against the pillow and stared up at the unseen
ceiling. And what about Tippi? Last night she
got zipped into a sleepsack... so what's happening to her
tonight? Eliza fought the restraints again—creak!—with
predictable results. Tomorrow we need to talk about
all this. Really talk. I need to be sure
she's up for what's happening, that she doesn't want to call
it quits and go home. Tippi's no wimp. But
just because I haven't reached my limit, that doesn't
mean she wants to go along with this... stuff. I need to
know she's still up for... whatever this is... and wherever
it's going. I need to be fair... to Tippi.
|| Chapter 2
Pepper was blowing a goodnight kiss to Tippi, turning off the
overhead light, closing her bedroom door, and turning the
Tippi was lying on her bed in the now total darkness, settling
in for the night as best she could.
Pepper had insisted on another of her "exercises" (or maybe they
were Coco's exercises). In any case, Tippi was
naked (like last night), and helpless (also like last night);
however, no sleepsack was involved. Pepper had employed
rope, and it was white, cotton, braided rope, sort of like your
typical cotton clothesline, only soft and... fuzzy. Tippi
suspected it had been chemically treated, or possibly washed in
a washing machine with conditioner, several times. Of
course, that was more-or-less the same thing, meaning chemical
treatment or the use of conditioner, but... whatever.
Tippi was nervous.
Tippi knew almost nothing about bondage, rope or otherwise, but
Pepper had been helpful, explaining as she worked that she was
using a combination "box-tie" and "cross-legged ankle-tie"
technique. Soft rope pinned Tippi's upper arms against her
torso, passing above and below her breasts, yoked her shoulders,
encircled her waist, and lashed her crossed-wrists against her
spine and the waist ropes. Her ankle were crossed and
lashed with more rope so they'd stay that way, meaning crossed,
and were linked to her upper-body-bonds by two strands of rope,
tied off somewhere between her shoulder blades. She
already knew that was called a "hogtie," and there was a lot of
slack, almost enough for her to straighten her legs... about
Standing, hopping, and walking were impossible; however, rolling
off the mattress and landing on the floor with a painful thud
was entirely feasible. For that reason,
Pepper was "nice" enough to deploy two final lengths of white
rope, one to tether the nexus of Tippi's box-tie-bonds to the
steel bed-frame's headboard, and the other to tether her crossed
ankles to the foot-board. She gave her prisoner a lot of
slack so she could roll and squirm around on the mattress, but
getting off the bed was patently impossible.
Finally (bondage-wise) Pepper had kissed Tippi goodnight, full
on the lips! And while Tippi was busy processing that...
outrage(?), Pepper had plastered a wide strip of some sort of
medical tape across her mouth! "Mrrrf?"
Tippi had been busy "appreciating" her newly applied rope bonds
and had missed Pepper using a pair of bandage scissors to snip a
seven-inch strip from the off-white roll of tape. Again,
Pepper was helpful/educational and explained that she was using
"Elastoplast," widely considered the best product for
tape-gagging damsels, superior to most brands of duct-tape,
Finally, Pepper stood, smiled down at her "victim" for a few
seconds, then made her exit.
And now Tippi was helpless... bound and gagged... and in total
darkness. Wow! This was Nancy Drew on
steroids, as far as Tippi was concerned. The ropes weren't
all that tight, but they were inescapable. She tested them
to be sure. Also, she was naked! Nancy Drew was never
naked. In fact, none of the bound and gagged
damsels of movies, TV, and literature in Tippi's experience had
ever been naked. Wow!
And it wasn't like she was enjoying herself or
anything. The situation Eliza had landed them in was...
interesting... intellectually stimulating... but it certainly
Tippi closed her eyes and concentrated on going to sleep.
Eventually, her heart stopped pounding and she succeeded... but
it took awhile.
||Trying New Things