came awake. She didn't open her eyes, but she became aware
of her surroundings... like the soft, cuddly warmness of
Eleanor's bed... and the way she was tied up. She heaved a
huge yawn, or rather, she would have heaved a yawn but for the
fact that she was tape-gagged. As usual, Jodi settled for
a gagged sigh. Finally, she opened an eye... then both
eyes... and found herself staring at a pair of denim-clad
thighs. She slowly lifted her head to look upwards... and
beheld a cotton blouse stretched over a really nice set of
knockers... then Eleanor's smiling face. Her Dastardly
Kidnapper was gazing down at her, and Jodi suspected she'd been
watching her for some time.
"Adorable," Eleanor sighed. "You're such a pretty little
thing when you're asleep."
Jodi felt a blush warm her cheeks. From the light shining
through the bedroom window Jodi could tell it was late in the
day, and her grumbling stomach confirmed that estimate.
Eleanor untied the rope tethering Jodi's upper body to the bed,
then walked to the foot of the bed and did the same with her
ankle bonds; however, she left Jodi's crossed ankles tied
together. Eleanor then sat on the bed, and over the next
few minutes she used the two tethering ropes to bind Jodi's
legs. She cinched the first coil around Jodi's waist, then
worked her way down to her ankles, hitching and cinching it
several times around her thighs and lower legs. She then
used the second coil to weave a diamond hitch pattern, and the
result was a completely helpless and naked Jodi, with her arms
and upper body box-tied and her legs pressed together along
their entire length, with horizontal bands and lateral strands
of conditioned flax dimpling her flesh from waist to ankles.
Jodi could attempt her party-pleasing Flopping Fish imitation,
but that was about the extent of it. Hopping away on her
crossed and bound ankles would be extremely difficult, if not
impossible. She sighed through her tape-gag as Eleanor
tied a final elegant rosette knot. I guess I could
also try my Escaping Caterpillar, she reasoned. That's
it! I'll crawl back to town an inch at a time, assuming
I can figure out a way to open the front door. That'll
keep me busy for the next... forever. "Mrrrk!"
Eleanor had lifted Jodi into a fireman's carry, face down, with
her tummy balanced on Eleanor's right shoulder, her legs to the
front, and her tape-gagged head to the rear. Mistress'
right arm was across her thighs and her left hand on her
butt. Jodi was well balanced and wasn't squirming or
wiggling, so no active control was actually required, but
Eleanor probably thought bracing her legs with one arm and
placing her other hand on the firm, warm globes was
prudent. Also, she probably thought it wasn't a bad place
to rest her hand. Jodi could feel her kidnapper's fingers
brushing against the twin strands of conditioned flax anchoring
her waist to her leg bondage, where they bisected her buttocks.
Jodi willed herself to remain limp across Eleanor's
shoulder. She felt like a rolled carpet bundled with rope,
very well bundled with rope. God, she's
Their destination was what was obviously Eleanor's home
theater. Comfortable seating in the form of a giant sofa
and a pair of oversize easy chairs faced a giant flat-screen TV.
Wow, Jodi thought as Eleanor gently lifted her off her
shoulder and settled her in one of the giant chairs. And
I thought the TV in the bedroom was big.
The TV in question covered most of an entire wall and was
already on, displaying the DVR menu of saved episodes of various
shows that were available for watching. Jodi watched as
Eleanor poured wine into a stemmed glass, then sat next to her
in the same chair and snuggled close. There was easily
enough room for both of them.
The wine in one hand and a smile curling her lips, Eleanor
slowly, carefully peeled the tape from Jodi's lips, then held
the glass so she could drink.
Wisecracks and Brave Defiance could wait. Jodi drank half
the contents of the glass, then licked her lips and gazed into
her kidnapper's eyes.
"I thought we'd watch some TV while we eat supper," Eleanor
Jodi's eyes darted to a side-table and beheld a platter of tiny
sandwiches, the kind served at a party. There were many
different varieties, and they all looked good. Of course,
at the moment a cold can of beans would have looked good.
Jodi was hungry.
"Elementary," Jodi said. Her eyes were still on the
"One of my favorites," Eleanor purred. She lifted a
touchscreen remote, made the appropriate menu selection, and the
latest episode of the adventure of Sherlock Holmes and Joan
Watson began to unfold.
Jodi settled back into the soft cushions, snuggled her naked and
bound body against Eleanor's side, and allowed her kidnapper to
feed her a miniscule roast beef on rye sandwich. It
included lettuce, tomato, and some sort of horseradish sauce
with something else mixed in with it. It was very
The episode of
Elementary was good. But then, Jodi had yet to see
a bad episode of Elementary. The sandwiches had
also been good... and the wine.
Her tummy full and just a little tipsy, Jodi found herself back
over Eleanor's shoulder and being carried back to the
bedroom. Her mouth wasn't taped, nor had Eleanor produced
anything new from her extensive collection of leather and/or
rubber gags to silence her captive house guest, but Jodi found
she wasn't in a talkative mood.
Eleanor was also content to let the silence hang in the air,
just as Jodi was hanging off her shoulder. Her hand was
once again resting on Jodi's butt.
They entered the bedroom, Eleanor eased Jodi onto the bed, then
began untying her leg bondage. Jodi watched as the flax
strands melted away. Then, Eleanor lifted her to her feet
and gestured towards the bathroom.
"Time to get ready for bed," Eleanor said.
Jodi looked at the bathroom door, then her kidnapper/hostess,
then the still open bedroom door. She was still box-tied
from the waist up, of course.
Eleanor's smile widened, then she strolled to the bedroom door,
closed it, and engaged the lock. "At the moment," she
chuckled, "I don't feel like chasing you through the
house. We'll play fox and hound another time." She
nodded towards the bathroom, again. "Go, Little Nymph."
Jodi sighed the obligatory sigh, then padded to the
bathroom. She hadn't seriously been considering making a
break for it. She knew she was still naked and box-tied
and helpless. 'Fox and hound,' she mused, 'another
time.' A thrill rippled between her legs.
Eleanor was teasing her again, pretending she wasn't going to
let her go. That was ridiculous, of course... but a fun
Whoa! Jodi thought. Where did that come from?
Jodi had been kidnapped, and it was counterproductive to pretend
that all of this was a game.
Okay, it was a game, but she had to escape and get back
to Candy and the safety of their crappy apartment, where they
could play games that weren't this game, which wasn't a
game because she really was kidnapped. I should have
gone easier on the wine. She also willed her pussy
to get back in line (so to speak) and stop getting squishy about
every little thing.
Then, just as Jodi was about to enter the bathroom, she noticed
that Eleanor was undressing... again... and poor, pathetic
kidnap victim that she was, Jodi reacted as might be
expected. That is, she froze in the bathroom doorway and
watched as her kidnapper unbuttoned and removed her blouse,
unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her legs,
then removed her bra and panties. But Jodi didn't just
watch, she stared in open-mouthed wonder. There was no
other way to describe it. And her pussy was quivering
again. It was also a tad moist.
Meanwhile, Eleanor had folded her clothes, turned, and noticed
Jodi's leering attention. Her reaction was the last thing
Jodi would have expected. Eleanor de Vries—fifty-something
gorgeous dominatrix, super-experienced bondage rigger, owner of
a world-class collection of restraints and "entertainment
devices," and with all of it down below in her very own personal
subterranean dungeons—blushed like the proverbial schoolgirl.
"You rascal," Eleanor chuckled, "stop that." She sauntered
forward, placed her hands on Jodi's shoulders, turned her
around, then gave her a gentle shove into the bathroom.
"Go. Get ready for bed. I'll help you."
Eleanor did help, cleaning up her prisoner after she relieved
herself. She also scrubbed Jodi's face and brushed her
teeth, using her own toothbrush.
It was during this process that Jodi realized she wasn't totally
without power in this high level game she was playing with her
gorgeous kidnapper. She realized that Eleanor was falling
in love with her, just as she'd already fallen in love with
Eleanor. She was sure of it. Of course, "falling in
love" could mean a lot of things. There was a significant
age difference and an even wider experience gap between the
two. And Jodi still wanted to escape and flee back to
town... or something. I can always come back.
She realized that last part had been her pussy talking, so to
Eleanor completed her own evening toilette, then led Jodi back
into the bedroom and to the bed.
Jodi watched as Eleanor folded back the covers, piled the
pillows against the headboard, reclined on her back, stretched
her hot, naked body full-length, and smiled.
"Well," she purred, "aren't you coming to bed?"
Jodi realized she was staring again. Also, her heart was
pounding. She sat on the bed and rolled against Eleanor's
Instead of draping her arm over Jodi's shoulders and embracing
her box-tied bed-mate as Jodi had expected, Eleanor indicated
her crotch with a languid gesture.
"Down there, Little Nymph," she said. "I told you to pay
attention this afternoon. Show me what you've learned."
Jodi gazed at Eleanor's strong thighs, pubic bush, and flat
stomach, then lifted her gaze to Eleanor's smiling face.
"Just do your best," Eleanor said. "If you get something
wrong, I'll let you try again. Practice makes perfect."
"Practice," Jodi huffed. She continued staring at her
target, between Eleanor's splayed legs. "Well... if I have
to." She squirmed her way down the bed, Eleanor lifted a
leg, helpfully, Jodi rolled onto her stomach, and resumed
staring. From her new position she had a much better and
significantly more detailed closeup view of Eleanor's
pussy. Wow! She remembered that Eleanor had
started by giving her pussy a long, slow lick. She
Jodi wet her lips, extended her tongue, and set to work.
THE Leatherocity BOUTIQUE
The bell over the front door of Leatherocity
chimed softly as Candy entered. According to the posted
hours, the shop had only been open fifteen minutes, and as far
as Candy could tell, she was the only customer—not that she was
going to buy anything. That wasn't why she was here.
Libby appeared from somewhere in the back, the usual welcoming
smile on her face. "Hey, Candy," she said.
"Hey," Candy answered. The younger Hodges sister was
wearing her girl-about-town costume of sneakers, faded jeans,
heather-gray tank-top, and sky-blue jacket. Her long, dark
brown curls were loose about her shoulders.
Libby, on the other hand, was dressed smartly in high-heeled
shoes, stockings or pantyhose, a short, dark-jade leather skirt,
and a sky-blue cotton blouse with long sleeves. Her long,
black hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and her glasses
were around her neck, dangling from what Candy would call a
rather dorky combination lanyard and beaded necklace. On
Libby, however, it looked good. On Libby, everything
"Still no call from your wayward sister?" Libby inquired.
"No," Candy huffed, "and she's starting to piss me off. I
assume she's too busy partying with your mystery customer and
"I don't know about any partying friends," Libby chuckled, "but
once we get out there I'm sure all will be explained."
The night before, Candy had returned home from her out of town
gig with the band to find the apartment empty and no explanatory
note. And when she tried calling or texting her big
sister, there was no response. Candy knew about the
planned armbinder delivery, of course, so she called
Libby. An hour passed and Libby called back, explaining
that they were both invited out to "Eleanor's" place the next
day, which was now today. Libby had another delivery to
make, and Candy would be able to confront (and publicly shame)
her wayward sister, so everything was working out perfectly.
"There are times she can be so inconsiderate," Candy
Libby smiled. Candy was talking about Jodi, of course, and
she'd heard the older sister in question make much the same
complaint about her kid sister on more than one occasion.
"Want some coffee?" she offered.
"We aren't leaving right away?"
Libby shook her head. "Today was my turn to open the store
and Vicki doesn't come in for another hour." She motioned
towards the back. "C'mon. I'll let you play in the
back room while we wait."
Candy smiled. "Will you show me that new armbinder Jodi
was talkin' about?"
"Why not?" Libby chuckled. "I have other new products
you'll also find interesting."
They strolled to the back of the store, where Libby kept her
pod-style single-cup coffee machine.
Candy held a
leather catsuit by the hanger, holding it against her body and
admiring herself in the back room's full-length mirror.
"So cool," she sighed, "and it looks like it would fit."
She took a quick glance at the price tag hanging from the left
sleeve's zipper, then returned the catsuit to the rack.
"And I can afford it, too... if I don't eat for the next six or
Libby smiled. She was standing in the doorway leading back
into the main room, so she'd know if a customer entered the
shop. She nodded at an open cardboard shipping carton
sitting on top of a display case. "That's new. You
can't afford it either."
Candy smiled back. "Nice. Mock the poor girl why
don't you?" She walked to the carton, folded back the
bubble-wrap, and found a black leather corset. At least,
she thought it was a corset. She lifted it out of the box
and her impression was confirmed, It didn't have laces,
but closed with a zipper and a large number of very narrow
buckles and straps.
"Bring it over and I'll show you how it works," Libby
offered. "You'll have to lose the jacket."
"You want me to wear this thing?" Candy demanded. She was
already carrying the corset to the doorway. She handed it
to Libby, unzipped and removed her jacket, then lifted her arms.
"You want to wear this thing," Libby chuckled. She
fit the corset around Candy's narrow waist. After zipping
it closed, the black leather tube hugged Candy's waist from hips
to just under her breasts. There were gussets in the
front, one on either side, and the many buckles and their
corresponding straps alternated to either side. That is,
half the buckles were on the left gusset, and half on the
right. There were additional dangling straps sewn into the
thing that didn't seem to be involved in squeezing the wearer's
"It has stays," Candy noted as Libby started tightening the
straps across her belly.
"Is the padding comfortable?" Libby inquired. She had
about half the buckles secured.
"Yeah," Candy confirmed. The corset was tightening as
Libby threaded and tightened the buckles, but it wasn't that
tight, nothing like punishingly tight. Candy noted,
however, that it was tight enough to stretch the fabric of her
tank-top and give her a pair of semi-prominent pokies.
Libby secured the last buckle, then smiled. "Nice.
It looks good on you, kid." She nodded at the
carton. "Go get the rest."
"There's more?" Candy returned to the box and lifted the
now empty layer of bubble-wrap. Underneath was more
bubble-wrap and what appeared to be a pair of leather
mitts. They were padded and had wide, bracer-like cuffs
with three buckles each. She carried the mitts to Libby.
Libby tucked one mitt under her right arm and held the other
open for Candy to don.
Candy was dubious (and curious). "You want me to put it
Libby's smile was rather coy. "Let's not play this game,
Candy," she purred. "I want to see how this thing looks on
a customer, and you want to see how it feels. You know you
Candy continued staring at the open mitt. "I assume by
'it' you mean how the mitts and corset are one system."
Libby continued smiling, and holding the mitt ready for Candy.
Candy sighed, then thrust her hand into the mitt. "There's
a glove inside."
"Neoprene," Libby confirmed, "with the fingers joined all the
way down their lengths."
Candy wiggled her fingers as the tips reached the ends of the
glove. "A rubber mitten with fingers inside a leather
shell. Now that's what I call overkill."
"Just the way you like it," Libby chuckled as she closed and
started buckling the bracer-cuff. She presented the second
mitt, Candy inserted her hand, and she buckled it tight as well.
Candy gazed at her leather and rubber encased hands and tested
the fit of the mitts. Or rather, she tried testing their
fit. With the cuffs buckled closed, the hand encasements
were tighter than before. "Well... they work." The D-rings
sewn into the tips of the mitts flopped as she turned her now
utterly useless hands.
"Fold your arms behind your back," Libby suggested (ordered).
Candy did so, and turned her back to Libby. "The ol'
Libby secured a strap sewn into the back of the corset, trapping
Candy's forearms together and pressing them against the small of
her leather-covered back. Other straps were threaded
through the D-rings on the tips of the mitts, D-rings on the
bracer-cuffs, and around Candy's upper-arms, just above her
elbows. The result was, indeed, a box-tie.
"Wow, this thing is something else," Candy sighed. Then,
her eyes widened. "What are you doing?"
Libby was going back over the straps, tightening them one by
one. "Just adjusting the fit," she explained. She
turned Candy around so they were face to face and began
tightening the corset's gusset straps.
"Do you have to do that?" Candy huffed. She could try
running away or kicking Libby between the legs, but either
option would probably mean the end of her
play-with-the-new-bondage-gear privileges at Leatherocity.
Libby finished tightening the last strap, took a step back, and
Candy executed the expected courtesy struggle. The corset
and mitts system was effective, that was for sure, and now the
corset definitely felt like a corset, in that it was
squeezing her waist significantly. After several seconds,
Candy blew an errant strand of hair from her face, and smiled at
her Dastardly Captor. "Ya got me," she sighed.
"I guess I do," Libby chuckled.
Just then, the bell over the front door chimed and Libby parted
the back room curtains and looked. "Vicki's here," she
announced. "I'll be right back." She then ducked
through the curtains and was gone.
"Libby!" Candy complained. She was now alone in the back
room, of course. "Very funny," she muttered under her
breath, and gave the corset and mitts another test. She
was totally helpless, albeit ambulatory, and now she'd been
abandoned. Candy looked around at the racks and display
cases of leather gear and accessories. Being box-tied in
tight leather really put a crimp in her shopping style.
The curtains opened and Libby reappeared. "Okay, Vicki has
the con," she announced. "We can go."
"That's so funny I forgot to laugh," Candy huffed. "Get me
out of this thing. Hey!"
Libby had led Candy to a display case and was pulling out a pair
of sunglasses, or what looked like a pair of sunglasses.
To be precise, they were wrap-around shades with reflective
lenses. "I've never had a chance to give these a real
trial," Libby explained as she slipped the glasses' retaining
lanyard over Candy's head. She made sure the nose and ear
pieces were properly positioned, pulled Candy's hair free, then
snugged the spring-loaded clamp of the lanyard until it was good
and tight. The sunglasses were now on to stay, and were
more goggles than glasses. In fact, the glasses were a
blindfold, and a pretty effective blindfold at that. The
lenses were opaque.
"I am not going out to this Eleanor lady's house as your
helpless prisoner," Candy muttered. Again, she didn't try
to run or kick. Of course, with the loss of her sight,
either course of action was now even more problematic. She
felt something, probably a leather collar, tightening around her
neck. "Libby! You can't do this!"
"My car is parked in the alley right behind the shop," Libby
purred as she snapped a leash to the ring in the front of
Candy's new collar. "There will be no witnesses to your
Candy squirmed in her bonds. The "sunglasses" were,
indeed, totally effective. She could see nothing other
than a little light leaking around the edges of the frame.
"I can still scream," she noted.
"Oh, that's right," Libby chuckled. "If only I had some
means of keeping you quiet at my disposal."
They were standing next to an entire rack of gags of various
designs, of course, and Candy knew that any one of them would
have at least some efficacy as a damsel silencer. "People
would be able to see that I'm gagged," Candy noted.
"Not if you're in the trunk," Libby countered.
"True," Candy sighed, squirming in her bonds, again.
"Seriously, you're gonna drive me out there like this."
"Eleanor de Vries has forgotten more about bondage and bondage
gear than I'll probably ever learn," Libby responded.
"This is your chance to make a big entrance."
Candy considered Libby's words for a few seconds before
answering. "Well... there is that... but if we're stopped
by a cop I'm telling him you're kidnapping me."
"I am kidnapping you," Libby purred, took in the slack
in Candy's leash, made a minor side trip to grab Candy's jacket,
then led her towards the shop's delivery door.