sisters' shared transportation was a late model blue
Vespa. Truth be told, it was Jodi who used it most of the
time, zipping around town to her various temporary waitress and
store clerk gigs. If Candy needed to get someplace, she
either took the bus or bummed a ride from one of the members of
the Folk/Rock band of which she was the sometimes singer and/or
At the moment, and for the next two days, Candy was out of town
with the band, and Jodi was puttering down the highway looking
for Eleanor de Vries' ranch. The custom armbinder had
arrived, and as she'd promised Libby, she was making the
delivery. Unfortunately, the weather had not decided to
cooperate. The skies had been threatening as she left the
city, but now Jodi found herself driving through light
rain. The armbinder was snug and dry inside its shipping
carton, which in turn was inside a plastic trash bag and
strapped to the back of the Vespa. On the other hand,
Jodi's cotton jacket and jeans were rapidly becoming soaked.
She passed empty pastures defined by barbed wire fences, side
roads, and stands of trees. Street signs were few and far
between, and most of them were concerned with moderating her
speed or warning of approaching twists and turns, not telling
her where she was.
Finally, she saw a mailbox with the appropriate number and
pulled off onto the side road. There was also an open gate
bearing a sign with "de Vries" lettered in a decorative
font. Obviously, this was the place. She puttered
through the gate and continued down the narrow road. At
first, she found herself passing through nothing but
forest. Then, the trees thinned and opened into a broad
pasture, and ahead she could see a large house, perhaps best
characterized as a mansion, together with a barn and other
Jodi didn't think it was a working farm. For one thing,
the house was too nice and too modern, meaning it didn't have
the look of generations of occupancy. The barn and
outbuildings might be the genuine article, but whatever dwelling
had been here before had been replaced by the present Arts and
Crafts style structure. At least, Jodi thought it was Arts
and Crafts. It might have been a Frank Lloyd
what's-his-name's house. Jodi's architectural expertise
was limited. Anyway, it was big, beautiful, and like the
outbuildings, well maintained.
As she motored the final 100 yards to the de Vries residence,
the bottom fell out of the sky. By the time Jodi reached
the standalone garage to the side of the main house, she was
absolutely soaked to the skin. She eased the Vespa to a
stop under the overhang protecting the closed garage doors,
pulled off her helmet and set it on the Vespa's seat, then
released the bungee cords securing the armbinder carton.
As she turned and prepared to make the dash to the main house,
the front door opened and Eleanor de Vries appeared.
"You poor thing!" Eleanor shouted. "Let me bring you an
"Don't bother!" Jodi shouted back. "I'm already
wet!" Holding the package over her head, she hurried to
the front porch.
Eleanor smiled as she led Jodi inside the house. "Let's
get you out of those wet things and into a hot shower."
"I'm dripping on your floor," Jodi objected as she was led down
a hallway to what was obviously a guest room.
"Don't trouble yourself," Eleanor chuckled. "It's only
water. Speaking of which..." She indicated the guest
room's small bath. "Take a nice hot shower and I'll get
you something to wear. Do you drink coffee or tea?"
"Uh, some tea would be good," Jodi answered, then managed a shy
smile. "This is really nice of you."
Eleanor smiled. "Simple hospitality." The guest room
had a small trashcan, and Eleanor placed it on the floor just
outside the bathroom. "Leave your clothes in here and I'll
take them to the laundry. I'll be right back," she added,
then turned and left.
"Thank you," Jodi called after her. Eleanor was beautiful,
just as beautiful as she remembered from "The Night of the
Armbinder" at Leatherocity. And this time, she was wearing
a pair of designer jeans, sandals, and a very pretty cotton
blouse, and there was no leather coat to disguise her
figure. And a stunning figure it was.
Jodi sighed, then started peeling off her sopping wet clothing
and dropping them in the trashcan.
hair was dry. It had been protected first by her helmet
and then by the armbinder package during her dash to the
house. And it was just about the only part of her that was
dry. Fortunately, Eleanor's guest bathroom came equipped
with a clear plastic shower cap, so it could stay that
way. Jodi took a quick shower, using the cap and a dash of
body-wash, then dried herself with a fluffy towel.
When she opened the bathroom door, the trashcan containing her
clothes was gone. No surprise there. Draped across
the guestroom bed was a long robe in a heather-gray microfiber
fabric. Next to the robe was a pair of fuzzy pink
slippers, and nothing else. So... other than wrapping the
towel around her body or using a sheet from the bed as a toga,
Jodi didn't have any options. She padded to the bed and
donned the robe. It had a shawl collar and wide sleeves
that came to her mid forearms, and the bottom hem was just a few
inches off the floor. It was a tad big, but it would
work. She closed the robe and cinched the sash, dropped
the slippers on the floor and stepped into them, then went in
search of her hostess.
When she first entered the house, Jodi had been more concerned
about dripping on the floor than examining her surroundings, but
now she had her chance. It was quite obvious that Eleanor
de Vries had really good taste as a decorator. Also, she
was loaded. Eleanor had a lot of nice stuff, and it was an
eclectic mix that seemed to have come from just about
everywhere—China, India, Mexico, Europe,
Africa—everywhere. And as Jodi passed room after room,
somehow, the paintings, photographs, prints, sculptures, and
nicknacks came together without clutter or clash.
As for the furniture, Jodi supposed she would characterize it
as... Scandinavian? Her knowledge of interior design
matched her knowledge of architecture, but if Ikea had a luxury
line, she thought this would be it. It was all clean
lines, minimal detail, and... nice. The miracle was that
everything worked. Nothing matched, but everything worked.
Jodi found her hostess in a large living room, common room,
parlor, or whatever she called it. It had a window wall
that overlooked a very pretty and very wet garden. The
rain was still coming down in buckets. Eleanor was sitting
in one of a pair of easy chairs and was pouring a cup of tea.
"There you are," Eleanor said, then indicated the other
chair. "Please, make yourself at home. What do you
take with your tea?"
"Uh, a little sugar," Jodi answered as she settled. "You
have a really nice place."
"Thank you, my dear," Eleanor purred, then poised a tiny spoon
full of sugar above the cup. "Say when." The tea
service was rustic stoneware, with a blue and brown glaze.
After two spoons of sugar were dispensed, Jodi accepted the cup
and saucer and took a careful sip. "Yum," she sighed.
"Thank you." Eleanor poured herself a second cup, added
milk and sugar, and took a sip.
Jodi looked around the room as she drank. The armbinder
carton was out of its trash bag rain cover and resting on a side
table some distance away. She nodded in its
direction. "Uh, would you like me to open the box for
Eleanor smiled. "Not right now, dear. Let's
talk. I'm afraid it looks like you're going to be here a
Jodi gazed through the windows at the garden. The rain was
showing no sign of letting up. "I guess." Jodi
smiled at her hostess. "I hope that's okay."
"Of course." Eleanor smiled at her guest. "Libby
tells me you live with your sister."
"Yeah," Jodi nodded. Over the next several minutes she
told her story—their story—how the Hodges sisters were
orphans, making their living with waitress, store clerk, fast
food, and any other employment opportunities they could land,
and how kid sister Candy was a talented singer and musician who
played with a local band. Somewhat to her surprise, Jodi
found herself opening up to Eleanor, even telling her how she
didn't mind in the least that she, Jodi, was the one bringing in
most of the money. Music-wise, Candy was good, really
good, and Jodi would do whatever she could to help Candy
follow her dream.
Eleanor then told her story, how she came from old money, had
married a wonderful and also very wealthy man, and they'd built
this house together. Unfortunately, he'd died in a private
plane crash a few years ago. Eleanor now lived
alone. She wrote a little fiction to pass the time, as
well as working in her garden and traveling now and then.
"I'm sorry about your husband," Jodi said. It was the
expected thing to say. Obviously Eleanor had dealt with
her loss a long time ago, just as Jodi and Candy had with
respect to their parents.
Eleanor smiled. "Thank you, my dear. Now, tell me
about your hobby."
Jodi blinked in surprise, then blushed. "Oh, uh, you
"Libby told me about your interest in recreational bondage,"
Eleanor explained, "an interest you share with your sister."
"Oh," Jodi sighed as she sipped her tea. "Bless her big
fat mouth." She wasn't really upset, and in the wake of
the armbinder demo back at Leatherocity, it wasn't exactly a
secret, but she was still embarrassed, although she had no idea
"Now, now," Eleanor chuckled. "Libby is a good person."
"Yeah, she is," Jodi sighed. "Anyway... yes, we
play... a little."
"When did you start? As children?"
Jodi's blush had returned. "Uh, yes."
"I'm sorry to be such a nosy-parker," Eleanor chuckled, "it's
just that my husband and I also used to play."
"Yeah, uh, Libby said you had a collection." Jodi managed
a weak smile. "You used to tie up your husband?"
Eleanor had been sipping her tea and very nearly did a
spit-take. "Oh, darling!" she laughed. "My Terry
would absolutely spin in his grave if he heard you say that."
"Huh?" Jodi blinked in surprise. "I just assumed you
were, uh, that you..."
"That I topped my husband?"
Jodi sipped her tea. "Well... yeah."
Eleanor smiled and shook her head. "No, dear. Terry
topped me, always. But within our circle of close,
like-minded friends, I did, on occasion, release my inner
dominatrix. But never with Terry."
"I see." Jodi sipped the last of her tea.
"Libby also mentioned you might be interested in seeing my
collection," Eleanor continued.
Casual, Jodi cautioned herself. Act casual.
"Uh, if you don't mind."
"Not at all, my dear," Eleanor chuckled, then gazed out at the
garden. If anything, the rain was getting worse. She
smiled at Jodi. "It's been a very long time since I've
been able to play games of this sort," she confided. "Do
you mind if I give you your tour... in style?"
"I'll show you how Terry used to control me in this sort
of circumstance," Eleanor said, then laughed. "Forgive me,
darling, if I'm being purposely vague. I'm sure you can
see how an element of surprise might add spice to the occasion."
"Uh... yeah, I suppose."
"Adorable," Eleanor chuckled, then her expression grew serious
and she leaned forward to gently take Jodi's right hand.
"It's entirely up to you, dear," she said. "We'll do this
only if you want to."
Jodi gazed into her hostess' beautiful eyes for a few
seconds. Eleanor's hand was strong and warm, and Jodi
realized her heart was pounding. She still didn't know
what the "this" Eleanor was referring to might be, but she'd
already made her decision. "Okay. Surprise me."
"Excellent," Eleanor gushed, squeezing Jodi's hand. "Come
with me." She pulled Jodi to her fuzzy slipper-clad feet,
led her to the center of the room, and pointed at the
carpet. "Stand right here," she said, then walked to a
Jodi watched as Eleanor returned. A rather coy smile
curling her full lips, she was hiding something behind her
back. She stepped behind Jodi, and—"Snap"—something cool
and hard closed around her neck with a metallic click.
"Hey!" Jodi's hands flew to her neck, and found she was
now wearing a steel collar. She assumed it was steel,
anyway. It was definitely metal, and was also heavy, not
too heavy, but it had weight. Its edges were rounded and
smooth, and rings or something similar dangled from the front
"Quiet, darling," Eleanor said, "and keep your hands at your
"Silence, little one," Eleanor purred. "You've given me
"I said silence."
This time there was steel in Eleanor's voice. She was
still smiling, but it was clear who was in charge of the
situation... and Jodi.
Jodi watched as Eleanor strolled back to the cabinet and
returned with something new, still hiding it behind her
back. She gathered Jodi's hands behind her back and there
was another click—two clicks, actually—and Jodi found herself
tugging on a pair of cuffs, rigid steel cuffs! She swung
her hands to the left, looked down, and found her wrists were
locked in rounded steel bands joined together without a
connecting chain, a style of handcuff she believed was called...
figure eight? She turned to Eleanor and opened her mouth
to protest; but she found her hostess (meaning her captor)
looking up. A small remote control was in her hand.
Jodi followed Eleanor's gaze and watched as a metal clip on the
end of a thin steel cable lowered from a steel-lined opening in
the ceiling. As soon as enough cable had played out,
Eleanor tapped the remote and snapped the clip to the ring in
the back of Jodi's collar. She then tapped the remote
again and the cable began to shorten, and it kept shortening
until Jodi found herself tethered by the collar to the ceiling!
Jodi found her voice as the last of the slack left the
cable. "Hey! There's no need to—Mrrrpfh!"
Eleanor had pulled something from her hip pocket and popped it
into Jodi's mouth! If she hadn't been caught in
mid-protest, Jodi might have been able to at least try and
prevent the intrusion, but it was too late now. The
something was a ball-gag, a big ball-gag. The
mouth-plugging ball was medium density foam over a hard core
with some sort of breathing hole in the center. As the
strap tightened and Eleanor secured its buckle at the nape of
her neck, Jodi found she could breathe through the ball, if she
had to—"M'mpfh!"—but it was still a pretty good damsel silencer.
"There," Eleanor chuckled. "You might as well stop
struggling, my dear. It's far too late, and I know how to
handle a squirmy little nymph like you."
Jodi's eyes popped wide as she felt Eleanor reach around her
body from behind, release the sash of her borrowed robe, and
lift the garment from her shoulders. It fell from her
upper body, and but for the cuffs binding her wrists, would have
fallen to the floor. She was naked! "Urrr?"
"Such a pretty little body," Eleanor sighed, smiling at Jodi's
Jodi tugged on her cuffs and twisted her shoulders, her
embarrassingly bare shoulders. Her breasts were
modest, but still big enough to sway and bob a little as she
Meanwhile, Eleanor had gone back to the cabinet and returned
with another pair of cuffs, this time attached to a curved steel
rod. She clamped one end of the rod to the ring in the
back of Jodi's collar, then closed the cuffs around her upper
arms, just above the elbows.
Jodi continued trying to fight, but she didn't stand a
chance. "Mrrrrrf!" She felt Eleanor unlock her right
wrist cuff, pull the robe from her arm, then re-lock the
cuff. The left cuff and robe sleeve were next, and the
robe was finally able to fall to the floor. Eleanor
re-locked the left cuff, then locked both cuffs to the bottom of
the curved rod. Jodi's arms were now clamped behind her
back. The rod followed the shape of her spine, more or
less, and there was sufficient space between the elbow cuffs so
her arms were still a few inches apart. Overall, the
arrangement was similar to the restraint imposed by the leather
armbinder that had started this entire debacle—but in
Eleanor made one more trip to the cabinet and returned with
another load of steel. This time it was a pair of cuffs
separated by two feet of chain with an additional chain attached
to a ring in the center.
"Nrrrf!" Eleanor knelt and closed the cuffs around Jodi's
ankles. She then lifted the end of the center chain and
locked it to the bottom of the collar-to-elbows-to-wrists
rod. The ankle-cuff chains now formed an upside down "Y"
that hobbled Jodi's steps without the chains dragging on the
floor. Belatedly, it occurred to Jodi she might have been
able to kick her hostess/captor and thus prevent the application
of the final stage of her bondage, or at least slow down the
process a little. "Mffh!" It was too late now.
Eleanor plucked the slippers from Jodi's shuffling feet and
picked up the robe, then headed for a doorway. "I should
check on the laundry," she called back over one shoulder.
"Your things are probably ready for the dryer."
Jodi squirmed in her bonds, tugging on the cuffs, rolling her
shoulders, and trying to kick her fettered feet. As she
twisted and fought, the end of the semi-taut cable linking her
to the ceiling quivered and shook. She was naked, gagged,
tethered, and chained! "M'rrrm!"
And then, Eleanor was gone.
was pounding and she was panting through her ball-gag. She
wasn't in distress—nothing that even remotely approached a
requirement for medical attention, anyway—but she wasn't
happy. That said, she was of two minds,
metaphorically. Her pussy didn't have a mind; however, the
traitorous thing was tingling, slightly, and was a little damp,
if not actually wet. It, apparently, was
happy. As for the rest of her naked, helpless,
captive-for-real self, Jodi was embarrassed... and a little
Meanwhile, the rain continued to drench the garden. It was
really coming down. Unless Jodi was willing to get soaked
from the neck down before she even got back to the main road,
she was stuck. Also, there was the bondage. And the
fact that she didn't have any clothes.
Jodi squirmed weakly in her bonds, the only result of which was
to impart a slight quiver in the vertical cable. She
wasn't up on her toes, or anything, but the cable wasn't going
to let her wander away. So, might as well hang out for
As she explored her condition, Jodi made at least one comforting
discovery. She was now ninety-nine percent sure the clip
linking her collar to the ceiling cable was actually attached to
the top of the vertical "armbinder rod," not the collar
itself. Apparently, as Eleanor clipped the top of the rod
to the back of the collar, she'd also released the cable clip
and reattached it to the rod. Jodi hadn't noticed at the
time because she was too busy being naked and freaked out.
Anyway, if, in a feat of highly improbable clumsiness, Jodi
somehow tripped on her fettered feet and started to fall, she
wouldn't hang herself. That is, she'd hang by her arm
bonds until she regained her footing, not snap her neck.
That was good, of course, and one of the few good things about
her current situation.
Again, her pussy had a different perspective. Jodi's
brain—embarrassed, scared, worried, etc. Jodi's
pussy—happy as a clam... so to speak.
More minutes passed. Then, Jodi noticed movement in the
doorway and her eyes popped wide. Holy moley!
Eleanor had returned.
She'd also changed clothes, and was now wearing a pair of black
leather thigh boots, smoky black pantyhose, and a strapless and
very French-cut, bustier-style body-suit, also in black
leather. Her full breasts threatened to spill out of the
suit's cups, and the thing hugged her narrow waist like a
tightly-laced corset, its grip enforced by a myriad of narrow,
tight, horizontal straps. A leather collar with blunt
steel spikes encircled her throat, black leather opera gloves
clad her fingers, hands, and arms, nearly to her armpits, and
cuff-like bracers similar in style to her collar were buckled
around her wrists. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in
a tight ponytail, and the smile curling her full lips brought
goosebumps to Jodi's skin and sent a quivering ripple of
excitement through her traitorous pussy. Finally, a black
leather riding crop—Gulp!—was in her right hand.
Eleanor walked a slow, leisurely circle around Jodi... then
settled back into the chair she'd occupied before, when they had
Jodi smiled back, or rather, she grimaced. The ball-gag
didn't give her much choice. Her eyes were still wide,
drinking in the spectacle of Mistress Eleanor, Terrifying
Dominatrix, as she crossed her booted legs and rested the riding
crop still in her right hand across her lap.
"You're very beautiful, Jodi," Eleanor said. "What are
you, five-foot four?
Jodi was five-foot five, but she wasn't in a position to correct
the beautiful, leather-clad goddess holding her captive, nor was
she so inclined. She nodded.
"Perhaps you might be a little taller," Eleanor
purred. "Anyway, I simply love your figure. Firm,
athletic, yet, with just a hint of girlish baby-fat...
Narrow waist, excellent shoulders to hips to height
ratio... Yes, a charming gamine, yet, very
feminine specimen. Modest breasts, but they suit you, and
I like the way you trim your pubic bush, defining the margins,
yet keeping it nice and luxuriant. Mine is the same," she
confided. "Terry liked it that way." Her smile
broadened. "I suspect it was so that now and then he could
shave it all off. He also enjoyed tugging on my short and
curlies with his teeth."
Jodi had the feeling she ought to be angry or outraged and
staring daggers at her hostess, captor, and... Mistress?
Anyway, she was too frightened to be angry... sort of. She
wasn't terrified, but she was definitely frightened... or
excited. Anyway, all she could do was stare at Eleanor
with wide eyes, and feel her pulse pound, and try and ignore her
"I like your short hair," Eleanor continued. "And the
blond highlights are very attractive. Unnecessary, but
attractive. You should consider letting it grow into a
Lulu bob. I think it would suit you."
Jodi continued to stare, and slowly twisted and tugged on her
wrist cuffs. They remained inescapable.
"I'm going to ask you a few simple yes or no questions, Jodi,"
Eleanor said. "Nod if you understand."
"Very well," Eleanor said. "Your sister is out of town for
a few days, correct?"
Jodi nodded before it occurred to her that she might have just
done the stupidest thing she'd done in months, if not years.
"Excellent," Eleanor purred. "Libby said as much.
You're being truthful."
Jodi shifted her gaze to the riding crop, then back to Eleanor's
smiling face. Maybe not so stupid after all, she
"Do you and your sister practice self-bondage?" Eleanor asked.
Jodi nodded. Yes, on occasion, especially when a helpful
sibling was unavailable, they'd both tied themselves up.
"I see," Eleanor sighed, "and you always arrange for a friend,
like Libby, to check in on you, just in case something goes
Jodi blinked in surprise. What could go wrong?
We're always careful. She shook her head.
Eleanor shook her head, as well. "The young," she
sighed. "You all think you're invincible." Her smile
returned. "One last question. Does anyone but Libby
know where you are today?"
Jodi stared at her hostess in dismay. Oops.
"No matter," Eleanor chuckled, then gracefully climbed to her
booted feet, strolled behind Jodi, and released the ceiling
cable clip from the armbinder rod. She then walked to the
Jodi shuffled in a half-circle and watched Eleanor open the
cabinet door, pick up the cable's remote control, thumb the
switch, then return it to the shelf. A winch somewhere
overhead whined quietly—Jodi could just hear it—and the cable
retracted into the ceiling. Meanwhile, Eleanor had
returned to her captive and was clipping a stainless steel chain
with a black leather wrist loop to the front ring of her
collar. It was exactly the kind of leash a pet owner would
use to take a large canine for walkies.
"And now for that tour," Eleanor purred, then turned and walked
away. The leash went taut—"Nrrk?"—and Jodi stumbled in her
Outside, the rain had slackened a little, but it was still
coming down and showed no sign of stopping. Low-lying
farmland was probably in danger of flooding.