| by Van ©2014
A job well
done is its own reward, bringing a warm glow of satisfaction to
the very soul. Anyway, that's what Jodi Hodges had always
believed, and she was feeling that glow right now. She was
in Candy's bedroom, as it was her kid sister's designated "night
in," meaning her turn to be tied up. Thus, it was Jodi's
turn to tie said kid sister up. They'd decided to go with
a chair-tie, and Jodi had done an outstanding job, if
she did say so herself.
"I did an outstanding job," Jodi stated, smiling her
trademark dimpled smile.
Candy favored her big sister with her trademark Scathing
Pout of Disdain, but she couldn't say the grinning dweeb was
The younger Hodges sister was seated in what is called a banquet
chair. Jodi had scored it at one of her waitress gigs when
the restaurant decided to redecorate and allowed her to take it
home. The seat cushion had a barely noticeable stain, but
that was the only defect and it was perfect for their
needs. The steel legs had no cross-bracing except for a
pair of horizontal rods, one on either side up near the seat,
and it was sturdy, stable, and not prone to tipping. It
had other useful features as well. The chair's upper back
was comfortably padded, but the lower half was open, perfect for
passing lengths of rope from back to front or vice versa.
Also, there was a convenient handhold slot at the very top that
made a good lashing point.
And speaking of lashing...
Candy's arms were behind the chair with her armpits snug against
the top of the back, her feet were together and off the floor,
and several tight, cinched lengths of cotton clothesline were
making very sure she stayed that way. She was in a sitting
hogtie, with her wrists lashed together with her hands
palm-to-palm and her wrist bindings linked to her ankle
bindings. In addition, her elbows were tied about three
inches apart, and neat bands of rope lashed her knees together,
her lap to the chair's seat, her waist to the chair's lower
back, and her arms and chest to the upper back. Finally, a
length of rope was looped through the handhold in the chair
back, passed over her shoulders to the front from either side,
and hitched between Candy's breasts to tighten everything down.
And everything was tight, tight enough to press her body
into the cushions and dimple her flesh. The ropes weren't
punishingly tight, of course, but tight. Also the key
knots were well out of the reach of Candy's fingers. The
sisters had been tying each other since early childhood and knew
how to do it right.
And speaking of flesh...
Candy's only clothing—not counting rope—was a pair or skimpy,
baby-blue panties. They complimented her eyes, just as the
mottled, coffee-stained cotton rope complimented her fair
complexion. White rope would have been just fine, but the
sisters preferred the look of fine Japanese hemp, which they
couldn't possibly afford. Soaking any new rope they
purchased in a little fabric softener and used coffee grounds
was the next best affordable thing.
Jodi was fully clothed, of course, in sneakers, jeans, and a
French cut t-shirt.
Candy squirmed and struggled for several seconds, then
sighed. "Okay, outstanding it is," she conceded. "Do
the hands thing."
"Only if I get to do the toe thing," Jodi countered.
"I hate the toe thing," Candice huffed. Unfortunately, she
wasn't in a good bargaining position. "Okay... the toe
"Goodie," Jodi chuckled, then went to the chest of drawers,
gathered the required supplies, and set to work. First
came the shrink-wrap. They'd taken a roll of clear,
clingy, plastic kitchen-wrap and chopped the twelve-inch roll
into three convenient four-inch rolls. Candy interlaced
her fingers to form a double fist, and Jodi used wrap to mummify
her hands, rope bonds and all. The hogtie ropes
complicated things a little, but only a little. Next came
duct tape, and this was the good stuff, with fabric backing and
a strong adhesive. Given a decent degree of overlap, it
stuck to itself like crazy. None of that flimsy plastic
tape for the Hodges sisters. When Jodi was finished,
Candy's hands were, indeed, mummified, transformed into a
compact, silver-gray bundle.
Overkill? Of course. That was the point.
Next came "the toe thing." Jodi used a length of stout
kitchen cord to lash Candy's big toes together. More
"That should do it," Jodi said, gazing down at her helpless kid
Candy squirmed and struggled, again, with the same result.
She tried to think of something clever to say, but failed.
This was unfortunate, as she knew that because of what was
coming next, this would be her last opportunity for snappy
repartee until Jodi set her free.
It was gag time, and the sisters' damsel-silencer was their only
extravagance, hobby-wise. After considerable debate and
extensive trials, they'd settled on a panel-gag harness with
lockable buckles. It had a medium-size rubber ball
attached to a leather panel that covered the wearer's lower face
from nose to chin and ear to ear. It also had a horizontal
forehead strap, a split vertical strap that buckled under the
chin, passed to either side of the nose, and across the
crown. Additional, nonadjustable lateral straps helped
link everything together. The main roller buckle was at
the nape of the wearer's neck, of course.
Jodi would have been satisfied by a "simple" ball-gag, but Candy
wanted the harness. Overkill was her middle name, so to
They'd bought the thing at Leatherocity, their good friend
Libby's boutique that specialized in leather clothing, leather
accessories, and in the back room, leather "special"
accessories, such as panel-gag harnesses.
With practiced fingers, Jodi eased the ball into her
kid-sister's mouth and secured the buckles. As mentioned before,
the buckles were lockable, but they didn't own any suitable
locks. A set of cute little heart-shaped padlocks at
Leatherocity was on their wish list, but money was tight.
"Well," Jodi said, "I'm going out for a while, so...
'bye." Then, her smile turned disgustingly coy (from
Candy's point of view). "I know I'm forgetting something,
Candy stared daggers at her big sister. She did her
forgetting schtick every time.
Jodi snapped her fingers. "I forgot to give you your
Candy's "medicine" took the form of a pill (or "bullet"-style)
vibrator. This particular model was silver, with an
attached AC power cord that led to a digital, plug-in
timer. The timer was programmable to the minute and had a
randomizing "vacation" setting, just to mix things up.
Truth be told, it was a pain to program, but the sisters had
figured it out. Fifteen minutes after being plugged in, it
would turn the vibrator on and off every few minutes, and the
pill was on its lowest power setting, of course. It was a
cruel, despicable frustration torture, and both sisters
thoroughly enjoyed that sort of added spice when it was their
turn to be on the receiving end of the recreational bondage.
Jodi tucked the bullet down the front of Candy's panties, making
sure it nestled against her pussy. Still leaning close,
she smiled at her helpless sibling. "Nipple clamps?" she
suggested. A set of vibrating nipple clamps was also on
their wish list, but in the meantime, they made do with a pair
of clover clamps, the spring-loaded kind that tightened
themselves when you tugged on the connecting chain.
Candy's answer was another hostile stare. Her fate was in
Jodi's hands, and that included her nipples, if big sister
decided to go that way.
"No, less is more," Jodi chuckled as she plugged in the
timer. The clock was now ticking, or in this case, the LCD
numbers were now changing. She smiled sweetly,
again. "Yes, less is more, but there is that one
last thing that you know I simply can't resist."
Candy rolled her eyes and sighed as Jodi opened the bottom
drawer of the chest of drawers, reached in, and produced
something that tinkled musically as it dangled from her right
hand. It was a miniature set of wind chimes, miniscule
bells that dangled from tiny chains attached to a two-inch
crossbar. Jodi returned to the chair, knelt, and slipped
the tiny steel hook atop the crossbar through Candy's toe
bondage. Now, any and all efforts on Candy's part to
wiggle and squirm would be accompanied by a mocking chorus of
jingling bells. And, of course, that would include any
response to the vibrator she might be unable to suppress.
"Yes, yes, I'm a bitch," Jodi giggled as she strolled to the
bedroom door. "Don't wait up." She waved, turned off
the bedroom light, and closed the door.
Alone in the dark bedroom, Candy squirmed in her bonds—eliciting
a brief soprano chorus of bells—then settled in to wait.
Yes, Jodi had done an outstanding job of tying her up, as
usual. She couldn't wait to return the favor. But
for now... it was just Candy and the chair... and the ropes...
and the gag. And soon... the vibrator.
"Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle."
And those damn bells.
wasn't the most expensive boutique in town, and it wasn't the
only one that sold leather clothing, but it was indisputably the
best. That was true whether you were looking for a
reasonably priced jacket, an expensive coat, or the perfect
accessory, such as a belt or handbag. The proprietor,
Libby Chao, was both a fashion genius, in the opinion of her
loyal customers, and had a gift for ferreting out the best deals
from her suppliers. Leatherocity thrived.
And then there was the "back room." At the rear of the
shop, past most of the racks and display cases, was a small area
with long coats and accessories that were clearly intended for
the Goth crowd. This usually turned the "vanilla"
customers away, but customers who ventured on might notice a
curtained doorway in the back wall. There was only a very
discrete "Adults Only" sign to suggest what might lie beyond the
curtain. But if they parted that curtain, they would find
a second, smaller showroom. The merchandise on the
clothing racks included leather catsuits, bustiers, corsets, and
other garments of a decidedly kinky nature, and beyond were
vertical racks and display cases of leather collars, cuffs,
body-harnesses, armbinders, straitjackets, hoods,
sleep-sacks—everything for the discriminating customer's bondage
needs. As with the merchandise in the front, the depth of
inventory wasn't great, but the quality and selection were
Jodi entered the shop and waved at Vicki, the clerk on
duty. The redhead was showing a jacket to a soccer
mom-type customer, so Jodi left her alone to make the sale.
Libby was in the back with another customer, a brunette
in a very nice leather coat. Anyway, Jodi assumed the
woman was a customer. As she strolled in their direction,
the woman turned—and Jodi found herself staring. She
was... beautiful, not drop-dead, movie star beautiful, but
interesting beautiful, very interesting beautiful.
She had gorgeous brown eyes and full lips, and even in her long,
saddle-brown leather coat, Jodi could tell the fifty-something
woman had a killer figure. Jodi considered herself to be
"cute"—people told her she was cute, anyway— but the smiling
stranger was an exotic bombshell.
And then, Jodi realized the stranger was smiling at her—and she
was staring back, with her mouth open like a drooling
idiot. Oh god! Jodi turned and directed her
full attention to a very reasonably priced suede jacket in a
deep desert-tan color with an intriguing cut that she had
absolutely no interest in buying. She also blushed,
"Hey, Jodi!" Libby called.
Jodi turned back to Libby and the customer. "Hey, Libby,"
she managed to reply. The stranger was still smiling, and
Jodi was sure the tall, older, gorgeous woman knew why she was
"Come over here," Libby beckoned. Jodi strolled over
(casually, very casually), and Libby presented her to the
presumed customer. "This is Jodi Hodges," she said, then
turned to Jodi. "Jodi, meet Eleanor de Vries."
"Charmed," Eleanor said, and presented her hand.
Jodi shook her hand. "Uh, likewise." She was still
"You have the most adorable face, Jodi," Eleanor purred.
"Thanks," Jodi responded. "You too. Uh, I mean
beautiful." This was not helping her blushing
problem. "Your face is beautiful."
Libby, no slouch in the beauty department herself, was enjoying
Jodi's predicament. "Well," she chuckled, "now that that's
settled, I assume you're here to window shop in the back?"
"Uh, yeah," Jodi admitted. "And to ask about that clerk
Libby sighed. "Sorry, kiddo. Vicki isn't moving to
Portland after all. But you're still first in line when a
full time slot opens up."
"Okay." Jodi wasn't all that surprised or disappointed,
but she'd really like to work for Libby (and the employee
discount on the stuff in the back would be a great perk).
Libby smiled at Eleanor and nodded towards the curtain to the
back room. "That new monoglove I wanted to show you is
in." She turned to Jodi. "You come too. I need
"Uh, sure," Jodi shrugged. Libby and Eleanor passed
through the curtain and Jodi followed. She was still
blushing whenever Eleanor looked her way, and silently berated
herself as she walked. Dork! Nerd! Get it
The back room was the same as always, lots and lots of enticing
stuff in a small space, but without being cluttered. Jodi
had no idea how Libby pulled it off. She really was a
genius at retail. An open cardboard shipping carton was
atop a display case of vibrators, strap-on harnesses,
chastity-belts, nipple-clamps, suction devices, etc. Libby
reached inside and pulled out a monoglove armbinder, a conical
sleeve of black leather. It laced up the back and at the
top was a Y-shaped harness to yoke the wearer's shoulders, cross
over her chest and dive under her armpits, then buckle to the
sides of the sleeve. The binder also had integrated straps
with double-tongued buckles at the wrist area and just above the
"A conventional design," Libby said, "but very well made, and
the fit is as good as any model I've ever seen." She
handed the armbinder to Eleanor.
Eleanor turned the sleeve in her hands, examining the stitching
and the placement of the rivets at the strap attachment
points. "It is conventional," she agreed, "but the
quality is excellent. As for the fit..."
Libby turned to Jodi and smiled. "Here's where you come
in. Lose the jacket and turn around."
Jodi looked from Libby, to the armbinder, to Eleanor (who had a
gorgeous smile), and back to Libby. Her eyes
widened as the truth dawned. "You want me to, uh, try it
"Adorable," Eleanor whispered under her breath. This
brought the blush back to Jodi's cheeks, which had only just now
returned to normal.
Libby was still smiling. "Of course. And please,
don't even try and pretend you aren't curious."
Jodi knew she was being played, but she didn't really
mind. Libby was her friend. As for Eleanor, they'd
only just met, but she seemed like a nice lady. What
the heck. Jodi peeled off her cotton jacket and
tossed it next to the open carton, then turned her back to Libby
and Eleanor and put her hands together behind her back,
Libby slid the armbinder up Jodi's arms, then dropped the
shoulder straps over her shoulders. "I really appreciate
this," she said quietly, her lips inches from Jodi's ears as she
started lacing up the sleeve.
"No problem," Jodi muttered.
"Do you need any help?" Eleanor offered.
"Not at the moment, but thank you," Libby responded.
The sleeve forced Jodi to roll back her shoulders, and as the
sleeve tightened, to roll them even further. She was
limber and in good shape—both Hodges sisters exercised regularly
and watched their diets—but she was glad this was just a
demonstration. Her elbows weren't touching, but she could
tell that after an hour or two, the armbinder would get very
old. Such a period of wear was hypothetical, of
course. It wasn't like this was all a trick and Libby was
planning on keeping her a prisoner in Leatherocity's basement
(if Leatherocity had a basement), letting her out only to model
leather bondage gear in the back room for her special
customers... like Eleanor de Vries.
And there was no reason Jodi's nipples should be rock hard and
doing their best to poke through the fabric of her
t-shirt. Jodi had breasts—bigger than Candy's, anyway—but
she seldom wore a bra because she didn't really need one.
But she definitely had breasts now, thanks to the
armbinder. And she had pokies. And her pulse was
pounding. And that blush was threatening to become a
Meanwhile, Libby was going back over the laces, removing
slack... until there was no slack. "As you can see," she
said to Eleanor as she tied a neat bow and tucked the ends into
the top of the sleeve, "the seam closes as the grommets meet
without causing bunching or stretching anywhere along the
length. It really is an excellent design."
"I quite agree," Eleanor purred.
Libby turned Jodi around so they were face to face, then
crisscrossed the shoulder straps, making sure they lay flat
across her chest.
Eleanor took a step behind Jodi and began threading the straps
through their respective buckles. "Allow me," she said as
she took in the slack—all the slack—and secured the
buckles. She then did the same for the wrist and elbow
straps. "There." She joined Libby so they were both
facing Jodi... and smiling.
Jodi began squirming and doing her best to escape from the
armbinder, not vigorously, of course, but enough to put on the
required show. It was soon evident that while Wonder Woman
or the She Hulk might have been able to bust out of the thing,
Jodi Hodges could not.
"It really is an excellent fit," Eleanor said, then her smile
faded. "But I'm not quite sure about the finish."
She went to a nearby vertical rack of ball-gags, lifted one from
its hook, and returned. Smiling at Jodi, she held the
gag's strap next to the armbinder straps crisscrossing above
Jodi's breasts. "What do you think?"
"Ah, yes, I see," Libby nodded. Both straps were black,
but the leather of the ball-gag strap had a subtle distressed
and slightly pebbled finish. "I'm sure the manufacturer
could whip something up, so to speak, but it will take a few
days." She took the ball-gag from Eleanor, and before Jodi
realized her intentions, gently pushed its two-inch, red rubber
ball between the volunteer model's lips and into her mouth.
Jodi's eyes were wide as she felt Eleanor thread the gag's
buckle, tighten the strap until her cheeks bulged—"Mrrf!"—then
finished securing the buckle. Her eyes remained wide as
she squirmed and tugged on the armbinder and did her best to
expel the ball from her thoroughly plugged mouth. Both
efforts were wasted.
"Adorable," Eleanor sighed.
Meanwhile, Libby had lifted an inch-wide and yard-long leather
strap with the same distressed finish from another rack.
She stooped down and tightened and secured it around Jodi's
legs, just above her knees and the stylishly worn tears in her
Jodi was now strapped in an armbinder, gagged, and
hobbled! And she'd stood there and let it happen!
She was mortified... and a little aroused. However, she
wasn't scared, not even a little. Jodi trusted Libby, and,
as she'd already decided, Eleanor de Vries seemed like a nice
Libby and Eleanor stood side by side, smiling at Jodi.
Jodi smiled back... grimaced, actually. Her mouth was full
of rubber. Her eyes were still a little wide, her cheeks
flushed, and her breasts were heaving... slightly.
"They also manufacture body harnesses," Libby said to Eleanor,
"both upper body and full length, and can add optional
reinforced slots to the sides of the armbinder so the harness
straps pin it against the wearer's back."
"Lockable buckles?" Eleanor asked.
"Another option," Libby confirmed.
"Excellent," Eleanor purred.
Jodi looked from smiling face to smiling face... and did her
best to ignore the tiny thrill shivering between her
"Would you like me to get a quote for a rush order from the
manufacturer?" Libby inquired.
Eleanor nodded. "Just on the armbinder with a pebbled
finish, but I'll keep the harness in mind." She gestured
towards the doorway to the main shop. "Now, you were going
to show me a black coat, I believe?"
Libby winked at Jodi, then led Eleanor towards the exit.
"Right this way." They passed through the curtain... and
Jodi stared at the swaying curtain in dismay. Oh,
hilarious, she thought. How clever. A
masterful prank. A great gag... pun intended. You
got me good. She rolled her shoulders and twisted
her upper body, widening her stance for stability, as much as
the knee strap would allow. Har-har.
Jodi could still walk, of course, with pathetically limited
steps, but she wasn't about to go barging through the curtain
and into the main showroom. Vicki's soccer mom customer
might still be there, and other customers as well. She
didn't want to embarrass Libby. She'd like to slap her
face and/or give her a swift kick, but she didn't want her to
lose any of her vanilla customers.
Seconds passed... and turned into a minute.
Well, Jodi thought, squirming weakly in her bonds.
I came here to window shop, so... She
stutter-stepped her way around the room, pausing to examine the
rack of straitjackets. Some of them were new, but she
really wasn't in a position to give them a close look, not with
them hanging together on the rack. You really do
need a model to appreciate the designs of this stuff,
Finally, the curtain parted and Libby returned, with a big
(infuriating) grin on her beautiful face. "Great news!"
she gushed. "I sold the coat and the
armbinder." She stepped behind Jodi—the glowering Jodi—and
unbuckled her ball-gag. "You're such a good
"And such an easy mark," Jodi grumbled when the ball popped from
"That too," Libby chuckled. "Eleanor likes you," she
"Yeah," Jodi huffed. "She thinks I'm an 'adorable' little
"You are," Libby giggled. "Also, when the custom armbinder
arrives, she'd like you to deliver it to her house. I'll
give you the address, and pay you for your time, of course."
"She wants me to deliver it?"
"Like you said," Libby purred, "you're adorable." She
reached down and released the strap binding Jodi's knees.
"She has quite a collection of—" She indicated the
surrounding merchandise with a sweeping gesture.
"—interesting memorabilia, both accessories and
"Furniture? Like what?"
Libby shrugged. "I assume she'll give you a tour if you
ask nicely. I can tell you're curious."
"Like you said, an easy mark." Jodi grew serious.
"You vouch for this lady?"
"I do," Libby nodded, then led the still armbinder-bound Jodi to
the display cases holding her limited but excellent collection
of miscellaneous bondage paraphernalia. "And for being
such a good sport—"
"And easy mark."
Libby smiled. "You get to choose one item off your ever
growing wishlist. The armbinder was expensive, and the
coat Eleanor purchased was very expensive."
Jodi gazed at the contents of the cases. She wasn't about
to go for anything extravagant. She didn't want to be
greedy and abuse Libby's friendship (or her future job
prospects). Her eyes settled on a clear plastic package,
and she smiled. She'd made her selection. She turned
to Libby and indicated the item with a nod. "Half price?"
"Don't be silly," Libby chuckled. "With the business
you've brought me tonight, I'll even throw in the batteries."
Jodi return to the apartment. The front door opened and
closed, she walked around, went into her room—meaning Jodi's
room—but didn't disturb Candy's bound and gagged solitude.
Time passed... with more walking around in the apartment beyond
the closed door of Candy's dark bedroom. She was still
bound to the chair, of course. Big sister really did know
what to do with rope. Everything was still tight and
secure. Candy's most energetic struggles hadn't even
caused the neatly cinched bands to shift, much less
loosen. And as for the gag, the harness still caged her
head, the ball still plugged her mouth, and the front panel
still pressed against her lips.
As for the pill vibrator tucked down the front of her panties,
it was quiet at the moment, but it had been teasing her all
night. As intended, the timer turned the pill on and off
at irregular and unpredictable intervals. But the on
periods were only two or three minutes in duration, the off
periods fifteen to twenty minutes, and the pill was set on
low. Frustration was the order of the day—or the evening,
in this case—and her tightly bound body and leather-caged face
were shining with sweat. This was thanks to the effects of
the pill and the bedroom thermostat setting. The sisters
always turned up the heat in the "kidnap victim's" bedroom when
they played this game. They both agreed it was better to
be too hot than take the chance of catching a cold.
Candy considered shaking her bound feet to make the wind chime
bells tinkle continuously, as a sort of summons for her big
sister. Unfortunately, while the the bells could clearly
and easily be heard inside the bedroom, they were musically
obnoxious, not loud.
Finally, the bedroom door opened, Jodi entered, and she threw
the light switch. "Mrrpfh!" Candy complained as she
blinked in the sudden brightness. Jodi ignored her bound
and gagged sister's distress. "Libby has some great new
stuff," she gushed as she flopped onto Candy's bed. "And
she let me try on this cool new armbinder."
Candy squirmed in her bonds and rolled her eyes.
"And I met this really beautiful lady," Jodi continued, "one of
Libby's customers. Apparently, she lives on this giant
ranch outside of town, and is a wealthy widow. She bought
one of the new armbinders, but she's having it custom made with
a really pretty distressed finish, and it won't be ready for a
few days, and Libby's gonna let me deliver it, so I'll get to
see her place, and guess what!"
Candy rolled her eyes, again. The question was rhetorical,
both in context and because of her gag.
"Libby says Eleanor—that's the lady's name—has been collecting
bondage stuff for years, and has some really cool stuff."
Jodi rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "I
hope I can talk her into a tour. She's really beautiful,
with great big lips. Not freakishly big, of course, but
big... and beautiful."
Candy sighed through her gag. Great. Big sister
is in love.
Jodi noticed Candy's expression. She was expert in reading
her kid sister's face, even when she was gagged. "Don't
look at me like that," she huffed, then her smile
returned. "And guess what else!" She sat on the edge
of the bed and reached into her jeans pocket. She pulled
something out, but kept it hidden in her closed hand. "For
helping her close the sale with Eleanor—her last name is de
Vries—Libby gave me a gift, by which I mean she gave us
a gift." She opened her hand.
Candy's eyes widened. "Mrrf?" In her big sister's
hand was a silver pill, roughly the same size as the pill tucked
down her panties, and attached to the pill was a steel
alligator-style clamp with plastic-coated jaws and a tiny screw
to adjust the tightness. It was a vibrating nipple
clamp! Candy stared at the clamp, then shifted her still
wide-eyed gaze to Jodi's smiling face.
"Actually—" Jodi reached into her other pocket and
produced a second clamp. "Gifts, plural." She
squeezed the clamp of one of the vibrators and they watched the
tiny serrated jaws open... and close. "They're
wireless. I've got the remote control in my back
pocket." She smiled at Candy's clearly worried face.
"I tried them on, and they really hurt. Actually,
I tightened the little screws until they really hurt."
She climbed to her sneaker-clad feet. "Shall we?"
"Nrrrrf!" Candy squirmed and fought her bonds, but they
both knew she was up for it. They'd talked about buying
nipple-buzzers, and she knew Jodi would never really hurt
her. She whined through her gag as Jodi took hold of her
right nipple... slowly, carefully, placed the open jaws around
the base... then let her fingers relax. "Nrrrf!"
Candy went rigid in her bonds, then shivered and glared at her
"torturer." The damn thing actually hurt! It wasn't
that bad, and as a few seconds passed, she got used to it,
kinda. But it was tight, and the attached,
dangling silver pill had weight.
Candy glared at her big sister, then whined through her gag,
again. The second clamp was approaching her left
nipple. The jaws closed. Candy couldn't help but
wince, but this time she managed to glare at Jodi in Righteous
Jodi reached into her back pocket and produced a small remote
with a sliding switch. She smiled sweetly—Candy continued
glaring—and she slowly slid the switch from off to full power.
Candy's glare turned to wide-eyed distress as the pills began to
buzz... and rose in crescendo to a still surprisingly quiet but
nonetheless highly stimulating buzz. The dangling pills
visibly quivered. "M'mmpfh!" Candy fought her bonds
and shivered in distress. She had to admit the nipple-buzz
wasn't all that bad, but if she wasn't tied to the chair she
probably would have snatched them off, carefully. But she
couldn't—which was the point of the ropes, after all.
Jodi watched her sister squirm and shiver. "Don't be such
a drama queen," she purred. "I know what they feel
like. Do you really think I'd try them out without turning
Candy stopped struggling and stared at her big sister. She
was panting through her gag and her modest, rope-framed breasts
were heaving, slightly—which was causing the buzzing pills to
sway, just a little. Also, the wind chime bells dangling
from her toes were ringing in frantic chorus. Suddenly,
Candy's eyes popped wide, again.
Jodi glanced to the side and noted the LED light on the plug-in
timer was glowing. The pill down Candy's panties had
chosen this moment to start buzzing, and apparently, the
combination of the nipple and pussy pills was potent medicine,
even with the pussy pill set on low. Jodi gazed at her
"suffering" sister with a dimpled grin, then slid the
nipple-vibrators remote control to its lowest setting.
"Nrrrf!" Candy complained, staring daggers at her
sister. The pump had already been well primed from hours
of bondage in her dark bedroom with the pussy-pill teasing her
at random intervals. She'd almost managed to cum, but not
"Well," Jodi said, "I guess I'll turn in." She leaned
close, took the nipple-pills in her hands to confirm that they
were, in fact, vibrating; then kissed Candy's mouth, meaning she
kissed the black leather band stretched across her sister's
ball-stuffed mouth. "See you in the morning."
Candy watched her big sister stroll to the bedroom door.
Jodi paused to smile and wave, then turned off the lights,
stepped into the hallway, and closed the door. Candy
sighed through her gag and settled in to wait. It was
after midnight... which meant something like six hours remained
before Jodi would return and release her from the chair.
This was turning into a horrible, horrible ordeal... one of
their best games ever. Candy couldn't wait to return the
favor and do something equally cruel and unusual to Jodi.
Just then, the pussy-pill turned itself off... for now.
The nipple-pills remained buzzing, of course... just
barely. And Candy continued sweating and squirming.
One might say she was also turned on... but not enough.
The wind chimes stopped ringing as she managed to stop moving...
but they were still there, and she couldn't do her statue
imitation all night.