breakfast was more than an hour in the past.
Eleanor had roused Jodi from bed and together they'd performed
their morning toilette in the master bath. Eleanor had
assisted her still naked and box-tied house guest, of course,
using a washcloth to give her a sponge bath. Eleanor
herself enjoyed a quick shower, with Jodi sitting on the toilet
and waiting patiently. The bathroom door was closed and
locked, so the prisoner had little choice.
Eleanor dressed in her usual panties, bra, sandals, jeans, and
cotton blouse, then led Jodi to the kitchen where they enjoyed
coffee and toast with butter and a fruit preserve of some
sort. Jodi didn't ask, and whatever it was, it was
Jodi was now back in the living room or lounge or whatever
Eleanor called it, the very room where her "adventure" had
begun, where Eleanor had tricked (meaning seduced) her into
bondage. She was sitting in an easy chair with her ankles
crossed, tied, and tethered to the thick, stubby, left front leg
of the chair by a foot or so of rope. Jodi was in the
chair to stay.
Eleanor, of course, was not, and after a kiss on Jodi's pouting
lips, left the room. "Eleanor!" Jodi complained, but her
pathetic, plaintive cry had fallen on callously deaf ears.
Apparently, Mistress Eleanor had things to do. Jodi
squirmed in her bonds and settled in to wait. O, the
At one point, Jodi heard what was probably Eleanor's phone
warbling... then it stopped... and more time passed.
Finally, Eleanor returned, and dangling from her right hand was
a ball-gag, and it looked like a big one. She walked to
Jodi's chair and smiled. "You look bored," she chuckled.
"That's because I am bored," Jodi admitted.
"Well, not for long," Eleanor purred. "Open."
"Eleanor, no," Jodi whined, but opened her mouth, as
ordered. "M'mmpfh!" The gag's spherical mouth-plug
was big, more than two inches, but it was soft rubber foam over
a much smaller hard core, so it was no worse than a regular
cruel, jaw-stretching and mouth-filling ball-gag. Whatever
she has planned had better be worth it, Jodi fumed
silently as Eleanor tightened and secured the gag-strap's
buckle. If it's more exercise on one of her fancy
machines, I'll be pissed. Of course, she knew she
might be in for a continuation of the dungeon tour. So
far, they'd only visited a few of the subterranean
chambers. There was bound to be more stuff down below that
would qualify as cures for boredom.
Eleanor lifted Jodi's chin and began combing her bangs with her
Oh, that's right, Jodi thought, favoring her kidnapper
(and lover) with a disgruntled stare, she likes playing with
"You know, Little Nymph," Eleanor purred, "I could get something
to muffle you even further—maybe pad your mouth with two or
three pair of the used panties in my hamper, then mummify your
lower face with a nice, tight roll of vet-wrap—but I'm going to
trust you to control yourself."
Again with the panties. Jodi continued staring at
"I know we agreed that trust would lessen the scope of our
game," Eleanor said, "but I want you to control yourself... as a
favor to me. But don't worry, if you fail I probably
won't fetch a riding crop or flogger and lash your butt; nor
will I drag you down below to ride the horse."
Jodi's flinched and her eyes popped wide, just a little.
Her mask of Brave Defiance had slipped. Okay, self
control it is! No horse!
Eleanor's smile widened. "You don't like my horse, do you,
Yes, I'm sane, Jodi silently agreed, I don't like
"It's going to be very difficult, Jodi," Eleanor said, "but when
I return, I want you to be perfectly quiet. Not a
sound. Will you do that for me, Little Nymph?"
Jodi nodded. She didn't really believe Eleanor would make
her ride the horse if she disobeyed, but why take the
chance? Talk was cheap, and not talking was even cheaper.
"Good girl," Eleanor chuckled, leaned close and kissed Jodi's
forehead, then turned and left the room.
Jodi squirmed in her bonds, sighed through her gag, and settled
in to wait... again.
Fortunately, it was only a few minutes later that she heard what
was probably door-chimes ringing, followed by voices. The
voices grew nearer—and Jodi very nearly failed to keep her
promise to control herself. In fact, she came within a
hair's breadth of screaming through her gag!
arrived! And with an obviously leather-bound Candy in
tow! In fact, Libby was leading her kid sister on a
leash! The initial shock of the situation passed, but now
Jodi was getting angry. She was just about to start making
several well-muffled demands when Eleanor caught her eye.
The incredibly hot Mistress of the house winked, and
held her right index finger to her lips. Jodi glared
at her hostess, but kept silent.
"I'm so pleased you and your little friend could drop by,
Libby," Eleanor purred, then leaned close and planted a light
kiss on Candy's right cheek. "Welcome to my home, Candy."
Candy's reaction was slightly flustered. "Uh, thanks."
Jodi watched her kid sister fidget and tug on the leather corset
and mitts binding her folded arms behind her back. She was
wearing a pair of wraparound shades, for some inexplicable
reason, a pair of shades Jodi had never seen before.
"Jodi has told me so much about you," Eleanor continued.
I have? Jodi thought.
"She has?" Candy asked. "None of it's true."
Eleanor and Libby exchanged a smile, then Eleanor led Candy to
the easy chair next to Jodi and eased her onto the seat.
Bondage aside, Jodi noticed that Candy was acting strangely, as
if she was blind. Also, she hadn't acknowledged her naked,
bound, and gagged big sister in any way. Nor had she
demanded Jodi's immediate release, which, of course, would be
Candy's first priority. It's a blindfold, Jodi
realized. The wraparounds are a blindfold.
She glared at Libby, who smiled back. Obviously, as Jodi
had speculated, the proprietress of Leatherocity was a full
participant in the kidnap-the-Hodges-sisters conspiracy.
"Where is Jodi?" Candy asked.
Eleanor smiled at Jodi and winked, again. "She's around
Libby leaned close to Jodi and very quietly whispered in her
right ear, so only she could hear. "She's tied up at the
Jodi swiveled her head and stared daggers at the smiling
Libby. Hilarious! She turned back to watch
Eleanor walk to a cabinet, open a drawer, and return with a pair
of padded cuffs joined by an eight-inch leather strap. She
knelt and began buckling a cuff around Candy's right ankle.
"Oh! Hey!" Candy objected, but not too forcefully, nor did
she try and kick. She seemed more startled than
upset. "Uh, is she gonna join us?"
"Jodi?" Eleanor asked. She'd looped the hobbling strap
around the chair's left leg and was now buckling the remaining
cuff around Candy's left ankle.
"Yes, Jodi," Candy confirmed.
The Hodges sisters' bondage was now largely identical—the
exceptions, of course, being that Jodi's bonds were flax rope
and Candy's were leather, Jodi was ball-gagged and Candy was
blindfolded, and Jodi was naked and Candy was fully clothed.
"She's closer than you think," Eleanor chuckled. She made
eye contact with Libby and pointed at Candy, stepped behind
Jodi's chair, released the buckle of Jodi's gag, then buckled it
closed on the strap's first hole. Meanwhile, Libby was
behind Candy's chair and had removed her
blindfold-glasses. She left them dangling from the lanyard
still around Candy's neck.
Eleanor and Libby walked to the front of the chairs and stood
side by side, arms crossed under their breasts and smiling down
at the Hodges sisters.
Candy blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light.
Meanwhile, Jodi had managed to expel the ball from her
mouth. It bounced to her chest and she was now wearing a
"Libby and I will brew some coffee and give you two a chance to
catch up," Eleanor said.
Jodi and Candy watched the Dastardly Kidnapper and her Sinister
Accomplice turn and saunter from the room, then turned and
stared at each other for several seconds.
"She's hot for an old lady," Candy said finally.
"Never mind Eleanor," Jodi huffed. "You let Libby kidnap
Candy shrugged. "She tricked me."
Jodi shook her head. "Idiot! You realize we're both
screwed, don't you?"
"I don't think Libby is gonna let this Eleanor lady keep
us," Candy replied, then frowned. "Wait! How did you
get naked and tied up?"
Jodi had the decency to blush before answering. "Eleanor
Candy favored her big sister with her best Moue of
Disdain. "So... we're both idiots."
Jodi sighed. "Yeah. But don't worry, she's nice."
Candy smiled. There was something about her captive
sister's manner that didn't quite jibe with being a helpless
kidnap victim. "How nice? In what way nice?"
Jodi continued blushing. "Never mind." She squirmed
in her inescapable flax bonds. "I'll tell you later."
Candy wasn't about to let her big sister off the hook that
easily. "What else have we got to talk about?"
"Well, for starters," Jodi replied, "there's Eleanor's secret
Candy's eyes popped wide. "Secret dungeons? Cool!"
"Yeah," Jodi huffed, "we'll see how cool you think it is after
she stretches you on her rack or puts you in her iron maiden."
Candy's eyes were still wide. "Super cool!
She did that to you?"
"No," Jodi admitted, then glared at her kid sister. "And
don't be so enthusiastic about me being tortured."
Candy's eyes remained wide, but the humor was gone from her
expression. "She tortured you?"
Jodi squirmed in her ropes. "No," she admitted. What
Eleanor had done to her, especially in bed, didn't qualify as
Candy rolled her eyes. "Then don't be such a drama queen."
"Candy," Jodi said seriously, "we're kidnapped."
Candy smiled and squirmed in her leather bonds. "Yeah,
isn't it great?"
Now it was Jodi's turn to execute an eye roll. "Idiot."
"I told you," Candy chuckled. "Libby won't let anything
happen. Now, tell me everything."
Jodi sighed and prepared to tell the Tragic Tale of her descent
into naked captivity, but she decided to heavily edit the stuff
that had happened in Eleanor's bed. No, she
decided, Candy's too smart for that. She decided
to lie, to excise the parts about making love with her Dastardly
Kidnapper completely out of the narrative.
you telling me?" Candy demanded. Jodi had reached the end
of her story, the part where Candy appeared and she really,
really wanted to rescue her kid sister more than anything in the
whole wide world, but couldn't because she was so very, very
bound and gagged.
"I had to make it quick," Jodi huffed. "How long does it
take to brew some coffee? Eleanor could be back at any
Candy was unconvinced. "No, you're definitely leaving
something out. I can tell."
"I'm not," Jodi said (lied). "Anyway, we have to get out
of here. Don't agree to anything other than me getting my
clothes back and us going home."
"That is so like you," Candy huffed. "I just got here, and
now we have to go home?"
"Yes!" Jodi squirmed and fought her bonds.
"Hello! Helpless! Been tied up for days!
We have to go home."
"But I just got here!" Candy pouted.
"I heard you the first time." She heaved a huge sigh
before continuing. "Candy, listen to me. We've been
kidnapped. This isn't a game."
Candy smiled. "But you just told me it is. You said
Eleanor and you two were playing a higher game."
"That's what she said," Jodi responded. She rolled
her rope-yoked shoulders and tried kicking her bound feet.
"Anyway, these ropes are real. That leather Libby
tricked you into is real."
Candy executed a courtesy struggle. "Yeah, isn't it
"Arrrr!" Jodi tried one last struggle, then heaved another
sigh. "You little idiot. We have to get out of
"I just got here!" Candy said, for the third time. "Don't
be so selfish."
Jodi opened her mouth to try again, then they heard their
hostess approaching and she settled for yet another sigh.
"Here's our coffee," Eleanor announced, entering the living
room. Libby was right behind her, carrying a tray with a
complete service: thermal carafe, cream and sugar, cups and
saucers, and spoons and napkins. Eleanor settled into a
chair while Libby placed the tray on a convenient side table.
"Libby, darling," Eleanor said, and motioned for Libby to come
to her side. The proprietress of Leatherocity leaned close
and listened as Eleanor whispered in her ear. Jodi and
Candy watched in silence as the Mistress of the house delivered
what was probably a series of instructions of some sort.
Her expression inscrutable, Libby bowed and whispered something,
then left the room, heading away from the kitchen and deeper
into the house.
Jodi was no lipreader, but she was pretty sure Libby had said
"Yes, Mistress," before departing. Curiouser and
curiouser, she mused.
"Now, ladies," Eleanor addressed her bound guests, "I know how
Jodi takes her coffee, but what about you, Candy?"
"Uh, cream and sugar," Candy answered, "ma'am."
"Please," Eleanor chuckled as she prepared a cup of coffee to
Candy's specifications, "don't call me 'ma'am.' It makes
me sound so very old." She stirred the cup, carried it to
Candy, and held it so she could drink. "Careful,
dear. It's hot."
Candy took a cautious sip. "Thank you. It's
delicious, uh... Eleanor."
"You're welcome, dear." Eleanor smiled at Jodi.
"None for me, thanks," Jodi muttered. It was shameless the
way her kid sister was flirting with Eleanor. Or was it
the other way around? Anyway, it was shameless.
Eleanor sat back down and continued smiling. "Now, there's
something very important we need to discuss, and I want you both
to pay close attention and take my words to heart."
The Hodges exchanged a look, then nodded.
"Jodi tells me that on occasion you both indulge in
self-bondage." Eleanor stated.
Candy favored her big sister with a disapproving frown.
"Blab much?" she huffed.
Jodi shrugged. "It came up in the course of normal
Candy rolled her eyes.
"Ladies?" Eleanor chuckled, and the Hodges sisters gave her
their full attention. "I know you're very careful and take
all the proper precautions, but no automated release mechanism
is foolproof. I have a phone app I'm going to give
you. After it's activated and a preset interval expires,
it automatically dials a preselected number off your contacts
list and sends a coded text message suggesting that you might
require assistance. If a coded reply isn't received within
five minutes, the app dials the second preselected number, and
so on, until it reaches the end of your 'special'
contacts. Then, and only then, it dials 911."
"I don't know," Candy mumbled. "Being rescued by the cops
would be kinda embarrassing."
Eleanor nodded. "Which is why the authorities are the last
on your list. I want you both to solemnly swear that from
now on you won't play any bondage games without using the safety
app. And that includes the games you play together."
Jodi and Candy exchanged another look, then focused on their
hostess/kidnapper. "Huh?" they said in unison.
"Think of yourselves as each other's self-bondage release
mechanism," Eleanor purred. "What if one of you met with
an unfortunate accident with the other bound and gagged at
"There is that," Candy agreed.
Jodi nodded, also conceding the point.
"Adorable," Eleanor chuckled. "We don't have to settle
this now. I just wanted to plant the seed.
Now..." She climbed to her feet, stepped behind Jodi's
chair, leaned close, and popped the ball-gag back into Jodi's
very surprised mouth. "I have something to arrange down
below, so I'm afraid that's all the time we have to chat."
"Mrrrf!" Jodi complained as Eleanor tightened the gag's strap
and secured the buckle. She squirmed in her bonds and
watched Eleanor walk to a cabinet, open its door, then
return. It was the same cabinet from which she gotten her
"kidnapping supplies" when she tricked, seduced, and/or
maneuvered Jodi into bondage two days before. In her hands
was another ball-gag.
Candy noticed the gag as well, and started squirming in her
bonds. "Uh, you aren't gonna use that thing, are you?"
"Don't bat those pretty blue eyes at me, young lady," Eleanor
chuckled. "Jodi and I are playing a very special
game and you've waltzed right into the middle of it." She
held the ball-gag before Candy's pouting lips. "That means
that at the very least, you get to watch, but I won't let you
Candy frowned, angrily. "I won't spoil
anyth—Mrrpfh!" Eleanor had deftly thrust the ball into her
mouth and was tightening the strap.
"You hair is very pretty," Eleanor said as she secured the
buckle, "but it gets in the way of gags." She pulled
Candy's long locks free of the strap, then tightened and secured
the buckle, again. "Have you considered getting a
pixie-cut or a Lulu bob?"
"Nrrrf!" Candy squirmed in her bonds. Her heart was
hammering and her modest breasts heaved above the tight
constraint of the corset. This game was indeed different,
like big sister had said.
Eleanor lifted Candy's chin and smiled into her gagged, anxious
face. "You sister and I discussed how trust wouldn't be
allowed to intrude on our game, but you've added an additional
dimension, Candy, the dimension of family." She smiled at
Jodi. "I give you my sacred oath that I will not harm your
sister, Little Nymph." She refocused on Candy. "And
the same goes for you, little sister. You're both
perfectly safe, and I want you to know that." She pulled a
remote control from the back pocket of her jeans and pressed a
button. "You're also my helpless prisoners."
Jodi sighed as the cable Eleanor had used during her capture
lowered from the ceiling.
Meanwhile, Eleanor had unbuckled Candy's left ankle cuff,
unwound the connecting strap from around the leg of the chair,
and was now buckling the cuff, again. She lifted Candy to
her hobbled feet, led her to the center of the room, and snapped
the clip on the end of the cable to one of the D-rings in the
back of Candy's corset. Another tap of the remote, the
cable shortened, and Candy was tethered in place, more or less
like Jodi had been after her arrival at Chateau de Vries.
Eleanor smiled at Jodi. "Remember how I told you that I
could have handled the situation even if you hadn't
conveniently removed your wet clothes before I locked you in all
that steel?" She placed her right hand on Candy's
shoulder. "Allow me to demonstrate."
Jodi stared double-sided, curvy-bladed, ultra-sharp daggers at
Candy looked up at Eleanor in wide-eyed alarm, then her sister,
then Eleanor. "Mrrk?"
Eleanor loosened the front straps of Candy's corset, which
loosened the corset itself. She then tugged on Candy's
tank-top and pulled it free of the corset, then lifted the
heather-gray garment over her head.
"Nrrrm!" Candy stomped a hobbled foot in embarrassed
frustration as Eleanor tightened the corset straps, again.
This caused her now exposed breasts to wobble and shake.
Small they might be, but the corset was giving her some slight
degree of support and they did indeed wobble.
Eleanor stepped behind Candy and began releasing and re-securing
the corset's box-tie straps in sequence, each time making a
little more progress in the process of removing the tank-top
from Candy's body and the corset. Finally, the top was
gone and once again the corset was squeezing Candy's waist and
her folded arms and leather-encased hands were completely
There was one significant change, of course: Candy was now
The younger Hodges sister was trying to decide whether it would
be polite for her to start crying. She wasn't scared, not
really, just... emotional. Then, she noticed Jodi
glowering at her from the bound and gagged comfort of her
chair. Oh my god. She's jealous! Candy
could read her big sister like an open book, even with a
ball-gag crammed in her big mouth. This was a very
interesting development, but— "Urrk!?" —Eleanor was
unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans! This was logical and
expected, of course, but it took priority over Jodi's possible
All too soon, Candy's jeans and panties were a tangled mass
around her hobbled ankles. Eleanor unbuckled Candy's right
ankle cuff, pulled the jeans and panties free from the empty
cuff and hobbling strap, then re-buckled the right cuff.
Candy's left cuff was unbuckled and pulled free of the clothes
as well, and also re-buckled. Finally, Candy's sneakers
were unlaced and pulled from her feet, her anklet-socks removed,
and but for her corset, mitt-restraints, collar, and ball-gag,
Candy was as nude as her rope-bound and ball-gagged sister.
Eleanor folded Candy's tank-top and panties, placed them atop
the jeans, added the sneakers and anklets, then rolled
everything up into a bundle and placed it on a chair. She
then returned to stand before the naked and captive Candy, and
Tiny little 5' 2" Candy—naked, bound, and gagged—looked up at
the towering, 5' 8" Mistress Eleanor.
"Such a pretty little thing," Eleanor purred as she reached out
and cupped Candy's breasts.
Candy flinched, but continued staring into Eleanor's smiling
face. It wasn't exactly brave defiance, but at least she
Jodi watched this spectacle with alarm... and arousal. It
wasn't Candy's naked captivity that was getting her a little wet
between the legs, because—you know—Yuk! Candy was her
sister! The cause of her pussy's sudden squishiness was
Mistress Eleanor, large and in charge. Eleanor had never
looked more beautiful.
"I'm so pleased you've joined us, Candy," Eleanor purred.
Her fingers gently caressed Candy's nipples, which had grown
hard under her captor's lambent touch. "Now, if you'll
excuse me..." She strolled towards the door through which
Libby had earlier made her exit. She paused in the doorway
to smile at her house guests. "I'll be back," she
announced. And then she was gone.
The Hodges sisters remained, of course. They locked eyes
and heaved a simultaneous gagged sigh.