Candy had to
admit that sharing a shower with Libby Chao had been a lot of
fun, even with her wrists and elbows plasti-cuffed behind her
back. Libby had been very thorough with her well-soaped
washcloth, paying special attention to Candy's armpits, and all
the while complaining that the bondage made it difficult to give
them the attention they required and deserved. This was
hilarious and absurd, of course, as Libby was the one who had
bound Candy's arms behind her back in the first place.
Also, it did nothing to explain why Candy's crotch required
special attention. Her legs weren't bound in any
way. However, Candy's upper thighs, pussy, and buttocks
received extra-special attention, nonetheless. Especially
her pussy. Libby had been very thorough scrubbing
The rest of Candy's body experienced a brisk, sudsy
cleansing. Her face, shoulders, arms, torso and tummy,
legs, breasts—repeatedly her breasts and nipples—were
vigorously scrubbed. Her breasts didn't receive the soapy
rubdown enjoyed by her crotch, but the pert pair did garner more
attention than the other non-crotch parts of her body.
Candy's nipples were now clean... and tingly.
Yes, Candy had to admit, anxiety about her uncertain future as
Mistress Eleanor's "house guest" aside, the shower had been
fun. The experience was dampened (pun intended) only by
Candy's nagging worry that Eleanor might be doing something
horrible (meaning erotic) to Jodi without Candy being there to
help, by which she meant to help Jodi, of course, to
help her big sister escape, not to help Mistress Eleanor
do whatever it was she might be doing.
Shower over, their skin and hair toweled dry—more or less, at
least with respect to their hair—Libby led Candy into the
bedroom and back to the bed. Candy offered no resistance
as Libby eased her down onto the mattress, nor did she voice any
objections. She watched as Libby went to the chest of
drawers, opened the bottom drawer, and returned to the bed with
a long leather... thing? Whatever it was, it was stiff and
padded and had five transverse straps and buckles, transverse to
the direction of the stiffness, that is. Libby sat of the
bed and began fitting the thing around Candy's right leg, and
the captive realized it was a leather leg splint. It
covered her leg from her ankle to her upper thigh, and very
nearly to her crotch. Libby tightened the five straps,
starting at the ankle, and the result for poor, pathetic Candy
was a straight, rigidly encased, and totally immobilized leg.
Belatedly, it occurred to Candy that she could resist. It
was too late for her right leg, but Libby had returned to the
bed with another leather splint. "No!" Candy huffed, and
kicked in Libby's direction with her left leg.
"Have you ever played with a violet wand, Candy?" Libby purred.
Candy froze in response. "Huh?"
"I can tell you know what that is," Libby chuckled. "You
should see the array of electrical toys Mistress Eleanor has in
her collection." She sat on the bed, again. "Or
perhaps you'd rather not see that part of the collection
today? Straighten your leg, Candy."
Candy sighed and followed her beautiful, naked handler's
order. "You're a real meanie," she muttered as Libby fit
the second splint around her left leg and buckled its five
straps. Now both of her legs were immobilized.
"They're like leg-corsets," she observed.
Libby smiled. "Or posture-collars for giraffes." She
stood and returned to the chest of drawers.
"They have stays," Candy added.
Libby nodded in agreement. She was returning to the bed
with a tangle of black nylon straps with jingling steel
clips. Libby dropped the mass on the foot of the bed,
pulled free a single strap, and clipped its terminal steel clip
to the D-ring attached to the leather strap closest to the ankle
on the right leg-splint.
Candy watched Libby loop the strap around the right lower
bedpost, pulled out the slack, and engage a friction
clamp. She then clipped a second strap to the left
leg-splint, pulled her immobilized legs apart, and secured her
left leg to the lower left bedpost. Candy realized she was
half-spreadeagled, if there is such a thing, and Libby had two
straps left. She watched her naked, beautiful handler
return to the chest of drawers, once again, and it occurred to
Candy that maybe...
Uh oh! Candy's premonition was correct. Libby
was returning with two more splints.
Libby dropped the splints on the upper bed, one on the left and
one on the right, than sat at Candy's side. "You aren't
going to make me become the 'real meanie' you accused me of
being earlier, are you?" she inquired.
"No," Candy huffed, "I've given it careful thought and I've
decided I don't want to be tortured with electricity."
"Good girl," Libby chuckled, then lifted Candy's upper body
until she was sitting upright on the bed, then released and
removed her plastic elbow and wrist restraints
Candy sighed and gazed at her bare feet and rigidly-locked,
leather-encased legs. She'd always thought those
plastic-cuff thingies had to be cut to be removed, but
apparently Mistress Eleanor's cuffs were reusable. Only
the best toys for super-hot, super-rich, evil witch-lady
widows, she fumed silently.
Libby eased Candy back down and she watched as an arm-splint was
wrapped around her left arm and buckled tight. Like the
leg-splints, it had five straps. Her right arm was next,
then Libby used the two remaining nylon straps and the upper
bedposts to turn her half spread-eagle into a full
spread-eagle. She pulled the slack from all four straps,
and now Candy was in a taut full spread-eagle.
Libby opened the drawer of the bedside table and produced a roll
of black tape and a pair of bandage scissors.
Candy bit her lower lip and watched Libby pull a seven-inch
strip from the roll and snip it free. "Do you have to gag
me?" she sighed.
Libby smiled as she stretched the strip between her hands.
"Of course not," she chuckled.
Candy pursed her lips, allowing Libby to stretch the tape across
her mouth, press it home, and smooth it with her strong fingers.
Her eyes locked with Candy's, Libby continued to smile.
"I'm gagging you because I want to gag you, Candy," she
purred. She sat back and let her gaze travel over Candy's
helpless body, reached out and rested her hand on Candy's left
breast, then returned her eyes to the diminutive captive's
gagged face. "Remember the evening at Leatherocity when
you and your sister bought your harness-gag? I watched as
you took turns trying on everything in my inventory, giggling
like a couple of schoolgirls." She gently squeezed Candy's
breast. "All the time, I wanted nothing more than to bind
you both, then take my time trying all the gags on you,
Candy, one at a time, giving you lots and lots of time to
evaluate each and every one."
Candy blinked in surprise. Really? Me? Not
Libby released Candy's breasts, stood, and gazed at her prisoner
for several long seconds. "I have to get dressed," she
said, finally, then turned and sauntered towards the bedroom
Spreadeagled on the bed, Candy watched Libby's smooth, tan,
supremely sexy form as she made her exit. She closed the
door behind her, and Libby was gone.
Candy sighed and let her head drop to the pillow her gorgeous
captor had so thoughtfully arranged for her
comfort. Really? she mused. Me?
In terms of
being spreadeagled on a bed, this wasn't Candy's first
rodeo. Jodi had done it to her on several occasions, and
she'd done it to Jodi, as well. They'd used rope, of
course, coffee-stained cotton clothesline, and had learned early
on to take lots of turns around the wrists and ankles and to use
non-compacting knots so the bindings wouldn't tighten and do
damage as the Damsel in Distress struggled in the Cruel Bonds of
her Evil Kidnapper.
This was Candy's first experience with arm and leg splints, and
she was finding them to be both similar and different.
With rope, almost any amount of slack made it was possible to
twist and tug and squirm on the bed, the more slack the merrier,
but the splints drastically reduced her ability to writhe and
roll around. With her elbow and knee joints locked in
place, she was really, really helpless. It was
terrifying (and arousing).
Candy craned her neck and examined the strap securing the left
arm splint to the bedpost. Her fingers couldn't possibly
reach the clip that secured the nylon strap to the splint.
No way. Wasn't gonna happen. Also, the clip itself
looked complicated, like it required the use of two hands to
make it let go. Adding insult to injury and
gilding the lily, the friction-clamp securing the nylon strap to
the post was not only even further out of reach for her
fluttering fingers, but it had a visible keyhole. The damn
Candy sighed through her gag. It was all so colossally
unfair—and unbelievably cool—except for the
what's-happening-to-Jodi? part. That wasn't cool.
Just then, the bedroom door opened and Candy froze in her bonds,
not that she wasn't already more or less frozen.
Also, her eyes popped wide!
Mistress Eleanor had arrived!
The evil witch-lady was still in her Dominatrix outfit of thigh
boots, smoky black pantyhose, thong-like bikini-bottom,
strapless bustier-corset, and opera gloves, all in black
leather—except the pantyhose, of course. Her dark hair was
up in a very tight bun and a wicked smile curled her full
lips. No doubt about it, she was menacing... and very
Candy's heart was pounding and she panted through flaring
nostrils as Eleanor approached the bed. Also, her tummy
was quivering and her breasts heaved... sort of. They were
pretty small to heave, but were doing their best.
Eleanor sat on the bed, reached out, and rested her right hand
on Candy's stomach. "Such a pretty little thing," she
purred, and began moving her hand, slowly, gently caressing
Candy's smooth, pale, flat abdomen. "I'm sure you have
many questions." She started to say more, then
frowned. "Hold that thought," she sighed, then began
unlacing her right boot.
Candy lifted her head and watched the witch-lady continue with
the unlacing. It took a while. It was a
thigh boot. Eleanor was finally able to pull off the boot,
heaved a contented sigh, then started on the left boot.
This also took time... but finally, Eleanor pulled it off,
heaved yet another sigh, and smiled at Candy.
"I really do need to get those things stretched out or
replaced," Eleanor purred. She lifted her right foot onto
the bed and began massaging her nylon-clad toes, foot, and leg
with her gloved hands. "Oh that feels good," she
sighed, then winked at Candy. "If only I had a maid to do
this sort of thing for me." She changed feet and gave her
left foot a quick massage, then directed her smile at the
captive on the bed, once again.
She has great legs, Candy thought. Ya gotta
give her that.
"Now," Eleanor said, "where were we?" She placed her hand
back on Candy's tummy. "That's right. Questions."
Candy gazed up at her beautiful captor.
Eleanor gazed down at her (she hoped) soon-to-be-maid.
"But first," Eleanor continued, "you should know that I've
offered your sister the job of lady's companion, my
lady's companion, and she's accepted."
Candy's eyes popped wide, again. Huh?
"It's a live-in position," Eleanor explained. "Jodi will
help me with my shopping, food preparation—although I don't
expect her to cook all our meals—and other household
chores." She slid her hand up Candy's body and gave her
left breast a gentle squeeze. "I have a housecleaning
service that comes in once a month, so any sweeping, mopping,
and dusting will be on an emergency basis."
Candy frowned in confusion. Emergency dusting?
Eleanor glanced around the room before continuing. "I'll
give her her choice of the guest bedrooms, but you can have this
one if you like."
Candy's eyes were wide, again. Me?
"You don't think Jodi would leave you behind, do you?" Eleanor
chuckled. "You'll be my live-in maid." She leaned
close and gently peeled the tape from Candy's lips.
Candy licked her lips and swallowed before speaking. "Fat
chance," she muttered.
Eleanor's smile broadened and she gently squeezed Candy's
breast, again. "You refuse?"
"I'd make a lousy maid," Candy huffed. "I hate cleaning."
"I told you, Tiny Damsel," Eleanor chuckled, "I have a service
for the serious housecleaning."
"I don't wanna be a maid," Candy pouted.
"My brave Tiny Damsel," Eleanor purred. "Your heart is
going pitter-pat, you're worried about your big sister, and
still you find the courage to be defiant."
"I'm not being defiant," Candy muttered. "I'm trying to
tell you I'd be a lousy maid."
Eleanor returned her hand to Candy's tummy. "Are you
familiar with the Sweet Gwendoline illustrated stories
of John Coutts, aka John Willie?"
"Sweet Gwendoline? Of course."
"Then you remember the characters of Zaza and Fifi?"
Candy frowned. "Uh... Oh, the maids, right?"
"Yes, the maids," Eleanor nodded. "Zaza was in the service
of the Mysterious Countess. Fifi, on the other hand,
served Auntie, and by extension, U-89." Her hand began a
gentle massage, gliding from between Candy's breasts, down her
stomach to the top margin of her pubic bush, and back. "As
you might also recall, neither maid seemed to spend a
great deal of time doing housework, neither the diabolical Zaza
nor the faithful Fifi."
Candy was still frowning. It was true. Zaza was a
villainess, and was instrumental in making bad (fun) things
happen to Gwendoline—the innocent, hot, and chronically
under-dressed heroine of the tales. On the other hand,
Fifi was one of the good guys, and she... Okay, she also
did bad (fun) things to Gwendoline, but for Fifi it was a matter
of discipline and following orders, not dastardly shenanigans,
like with Zaza. "Yeah," Candy admitted. Then, her
frown faded. "Wait a minute," she muttered.
Eleanor smiled. "Yes?"
"Are you hiring me to be your Zaza?" Candy asked, "with you as
the Mysterious Countess and Jodi as... Gwendoline?"
"Sometimes," Eleanor purred. "But most of the time, I
would be Auntie and you would be my Fifi."
"I think I'd like that better," Candy sighed. "Oh!"
She shivered in her bonds. Eleanor's gloved hand was
caressing her pussy... gently... very gently.
"As a matter of fact," Eleanor chuckled. "I think for now
we'll let you be Fifi full time. Zaza and the Countess can
come out and play at some point in the future."
"Y-yeah," Candy agreed, "I mean no, I mean...
Would you please stop doing that! I'm trying to think."
"My Tiny Damsel," Eleanor chuckled. She removed her hand
from Candy's pussy, opened the bedside table drawer, and pulled
out the black tape and scissors. "You do need to
think, 'Fifi,' so I'll give you some time before we finalize
Candy watched as Eleanor pulled a strip of tape from the roll
and snipped it free, just as Libby had done. Libby!
"Wait!" Candy blurted.
"Yes?" Eleanor paused, the tape poised and ready to be
pressed against her new maid's lips.
"Does that make Libby your U-89?" Candy inquired. The very
thought of Libby Chao in one of the slinky leather catsuits from
her back room inventory and playing the part of a sexy secret
agent sent a shiver through Candy's already primed pussy and up
"We'll see," Eleanor chuckled, then pressed the tape home,
smoothing it with her gloved fingers so the adhesive had a good
grip on Candy's lower face. "Now, you relax and do your
thinking, and I have just the thing to help you relax."
Candy watched Mistress Eleanor stroll to the chest of
drawers. I wonder what else is in that thing? If
I do move in here, will there be any room for my
clothes? There was no way to find out while spreadeagled
on the bed, of course. Anyway, Eleanor was returning to
the bed with— "Nrrf?" —what was unmistakably a butterfly
vibrator! It was made of pink rubber, was vaguely shaped
like an actual butterfly, and had long nylon cords dangling from
its "wingtips," ready to lash the pink monstrosity against a
helpless damsel's pussy. And speaking of helpless
damsels. Candy tugged on her immobilized
limbs. Yep. Helpless. Also
naked. Also gagged.
Eleanor sat on the bed, placed the butterfly against Candy's
pussy, wrapped the cords around her thighs and waist, and tied
tight bows. Candy's wiggling efforts to evade the intimate
embrace of the butterfly were no impediment to the smiling
Mistress Eleanor. Next, she plugged a cable attached to
some sort of electronic box into the base of the
butterfly. The box was something like an obese smart
phone, in that it had a touchscreen but was about half the size
of a brick.
"This is the rechargeable battery pack and programmer," Eleanor
explained as she tapped the screen. "Now..." She
placed the box on the bed between Candy's splayed legs, then
smiled at her new maid. "Your pink rubber friend will
start buzzing in a few minutes. I've set it for low-level
stimulation, with random modulation of the intensity and
interval timing." She stood, leaned close, and planted a
kiss on Candy's forehead. "I'm afraid it won't be enough
to make you cum, but I know you'll find it quite
Candy pulled on her bonds. Pleasant? How 'bout
Eleanor sauntered to the bedroom door, carrying her boots with
her. She crossed the threshold, smiled at her new maid,
closed the door, and was gone.
Candy heaved a gagged sigh. What a day!
Bondage, flogging—of Libby, not of Jodi or herself, thank
god—more bondage, a shower with Libby, then a job offer, which
she'd accepted... kinda. And now... she was about to be
vibrated to the point of distraction, but if her new boss was
telling the truth, not enough of a distraction. What
Jodi was in a
Naked, ball-gagged, laced and strapped in Eleanor's new designer
armbinder, strapped inside the "damsel box" with only her head
sticking out, the Friendly Banana vibrating against her pussy,
and walled-up in a tiny cubbyhole in the back of Eleanor's
bedroom closet—Jodi was in a frazzle.
Somehow, the vibrator knew when the scariest scenes of the Mystery
of the Wax Museum were happening. That is, when the
action peaked and/or something spooky and/or horrific was
happening on the tiny screen in front of her immobilized and
gagged face, the banana would shift into high gear. At the
climax, with Fay Wray's character strapped to a gurney and about
to be showered in hot wax, the vibrator had gone bonkers,
and so had Jodi... almost. She'd experienced more than one
orgasm during the movie, but at the end... Oh
momma! Anyway, Jodi had climaxed at the climax, and
it was a good one.
The end credits rolled, Jodi panted and sweated, and then... she
closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Jodi awoke to the spinning, tumbling, multiply-colored random
shapes of the tiny screen's screensaver, as well as the sound of
heavy bolts disengaging. The front wall of her tiny prison
rumbled to the side, taking the now dark screen with it, and she
beheld Mistress Eleanor's thighs, hips, pussy, and lower
tummy. Mistress' strong hands pulled her from the
cubbyhole, box and all, and she could now see all of her
beautiful, nude employer.
Jodi watched as Eleanor unlocked and opened the box, then
released the buckles securing her now sweaty, funky body against
the padded interior. The final step was releasing the
strap of the ball-gag, but Eleanor buckled the strap on its last
hole and left it dangling around her neck. Then, Eleanor
helped her out of the box.
Jodi's joints were complaining like crazy about being crammed
inside that tiny box for all that time, so she did too.
"Ow. Ow. Ow."
"Poor thing," Eleanor cooed as she led Jodi from the closet,
into the bedroom, and towards the bed. "Did you enjoy the
"Bite me," Jodi muttered.
"Maybe later," Eleanor chuckled, then lifted a small tumbler of
ice water from the nightstand and held it so Jodi could
drink. "And don't be disrespectful."
Thirst quenched, Jodi sighed, licked her lips, and allowed
herself to be eased onto the mattress before continuing.
"Why shouldn't I be disrespectful? Because otherwise you
might do something horrible to me?"
"Exactly," Eleanor purred, then climbed onto the bed next to her
armbinder-restrained lady's companion and pulled Jodi's naked,
sweaty body into a tight, warm embrace. "You aren't really
mad, are you, darling?"
Jodi's damp, much vibrated pussy gave a weak twinge. She
called me darling! Seconds passed, then Jodi heaved
the required dramatic sigh. "No. I'm not really
mad. But I am tired."
"I'm sure you are," Eleanor said, "but answer my question, my first
"Yes, I enjoyed the movie," Jodi huffed. "It was a creaky
antique, the acting was waaaaay over the top, but it was super-spooky.
They don't make them like that anymore."
"I agree," Eleanor purred, then planted a kiss on Jodi's
lips. "And speaking of agreement, your sister has agreed
to become my maid."
Jodi frowned and pulled away from her smiling, naked Mistress,
as far as her reclined position, bondage, and Eleanor's strong
arms would allow. "What did you do to her?" she demanded.
"Nothing drastic," Eleanor promised. "I made her an offer
she could easily refuse, but she didn't."
Jodi was skeptical. "You said—'Hey Candy, want to be my
maid?'—and she said okay? Not likely."
"Not in those exact words, Little Nymph," Eleanor chuckled, "but
she did take the job." She pulled Jodi close and
kissed her, again. "I can tell you still don't believe
me. No matter. I'll let Candy tell you herself...
Jodi heaved another sigh. Then, a ghost of a smile curled
her lips. "What now? I suppose you expect me to
climb between your legs and lick your pussy."
"You requested that I bite you, remember?"
Jodi's smile was now unmistakable. "I was pissed
off. Angry. Anyway, keep your tongue to
yourself. My pussy was vibrated to death in your box."
"It requires resuscitation?" Eleanor purred.
Jodi couldn't help but giggle. "Stop it. I'm tired."
Eleanor kissed Jodi's lips a third time. "In that case,
why don't we take a nap?"
Jodi sighed, yet again. "You talked me into it." She
squirmed her naked, helpless body against her beautiful
Mistress, and closed her eyes.
"If you try to escape," Eleanor said quietly, "I'll drag you
down below and put you in my oubliette."
Jodi's eyes opened. "You have an oubliette? Like in
an old castle?"
Eleanor smiled at her lady's companion. "Actually, I have
more than one. Now, be a good little damsel and stay on
"Yes, Mistress," Jodi said gravely. A real
Eleanor closed her eyes. "After our nap, I'll show you the
guest bedrooms and you can choose one for yourself."
"Then we can eat something?"
Eleanor smiled. "You're hungry, Little Nymph?"
"Maybe we can grab a sandwich before you make your selection."
Jodi gazed at her Mistress' relaxed, incredibly beautiful
face... and savored the feel of her smooth, naked, incredibly
beautiful body pressed against her skin. "She really said
yes? Candy really agreed to be your maid?"
Her eyes still closed, Eleanor's smile widened. "Go to
sleep, Little Nymph."
"Yes, Mistress," Jodi purred, then closed her eyes and snuggled
her head against Eleanor's right breast. Candy as a
roused Jodi from her much needed post-box, post-orgasmic
slumber. It was Eleanor trying to get out of bed without
waking her, and her naked, incredibly hot Mistress had
failed—not in extricating her limbs from around Jodi's bound
body and easing herself off the mattress, but in letting Jodi
sleep. Jodi remained still and watched through one
half-open eye as Eleanor tiptoed to the bedroom door.
A thrill rippled through Jodi's much put-upon pussy. The
sight of a totally nude Mistress Eleanor tiptoeing was... cute.
The door was already open a crack and Eleanor opened it wider so
she could exit the bedroom. In the process Jodi caught a
glimpse of Libby Chao, fully clothed in the business attire
she'd been wearing when she delivered Candy into the clutches of
the Evil Dominatrix Mistress Eleanor. Smiles were beaming
from both faces and Jodi was sure they were about to embrace,
but the door closed before it happened.
Jodi could hear Eleanor and Libby talking... quietly... but the
closed door made it impossible for her to follow what they were
saying. Jodi eased herself from the bed, and as silently
as she could, padded to the door. She was almost there
when— "Oh, hi."
The door had opened and Eleanor had returned, still
smiling. "Eavesdropping on your Mistress, Little Nymph?"
Jodi managed a sheepish grin. "Trying to, anyway."
Eleanor chuckled. "That was just Libby saying
goodbye. She has to get back to her shop."
"I thanked her for the armbinder," Eleanor continued, "and
placed an order for the full set of accessories that go with
Jodi's response wasn't exactly profound. "Huh?"
Eleanor grinned. "The body and leg harnesses,
remember? We discussed it at the shop the night we met."
"Oh, yeah," Jodi nodded, "the harness with the straps that slide
through the slots in the sleeve."
Yes," Eleanor confirmed, "and additional straps can be added to
enforce a ball-tie, frog-tie, or hogtie. It's quite a
versatile system. I went with the locking buckles option,
"Of course," Jodi sighed.
"Well, as long as we're up..." She led Jodi to her chest
of drawers, opened a drawer, and produced a pair of leather
ankles cuffs with an eight-inch hobble-strap, as well as a
leather collar and leash.
In short order, Jodi found herself hobbled, collared, and
hitched to a bedpost. "Why are you—Mrrrfh!" Eleanor
had popped the ball-gag back in her mouth and was buckling it
"Hush, Little Nymph," Eleanor chuckled, then strolled towards
the bathroom. "I need to splash my face and get
dressed. I'll be quick."
I need a shower, bad! Jodi silently fumed, but had
no choice but to cool her heels. She heard the water in
the sink run, briefly, then Mistress emerged and strolled into
the walk-in closet. A couple of minutes passed... then
Eleanor returned, clothed in the usual sandals, jeans, and
cotton blouse. This particular blouse was sleeveless, and
was a very pretty shade of hunter-green.
"Now, let's take a look at those guest rooms," Eleanor said
sweetly, "shall we?"
Jodi rolled her eyes. Apparently, we shall.
Eleanor unhitched the leash and led Jodi on a mincing tour of
the guest bedrooms. There were a total of five, two on the
same hallway as the master bedroom, one at the corner, and two
more down another hallway. She started at the end, but
skipped the furthermost guest room, explaining with a smile and
a single whispered word: "Candy."
Jodi wanted to check in on her little sister, but obviously
Mistress did not. The gag made a request impossible, of
course, so Jodi graciously "allowed" herself to be dragged from
room to room.
All of the remaining bedrooms were nice. They varied in
size and layout, but had the same "Luxury Ikea" decor as the
rest of Chateau de Vries. All had garden and/or forest
views. The corner bedroom was especially large, with
windows on two of its four walls. All of the bedrooms had
attached bathrooms, and again, the corner room's bath was the
largest. The final bedroom was right next to Eleanor's,
and was one of the smaller rooms.
Eleanor unbuckled and removed Jodi's ball-gag.
"Well? Do you have a preference?"
Jodi worked her jaw and licked her lips before answering.
They were still in the fifth guestroom, and she gazed at the
queen-size, four-poster bed—all the guestrooms had similar
beds—as well as the rest of the furnishings. She noticed a
small steel-lined opening in the ceiling, and realized it was
yet another clamp-on-a-steel-cable thingie, like the one in the
living room, the one Eleanor had used to control Jodi and Candy
during their captures. Jodi lifted her chin and nodded at
the opening. "Does every room in the house have one of
those things?" she asked.
"Not every room," Eleanor answered.
Jodi didn't see the switch that controlled the cable's winch,
but she knew it had to be there somewhere. "I guess this
room will do," she said.
Eleanor smiled. "You don't want the corner room?"
"This'll do," Jodi confirmed. "You probably want the big
room for real house guests, not staff."
"Any other reason?" Eleanor asked.
Jodi minced to the window and gazed out at the garden and the
trees beyond. It was much the same view as from the master
bedroom. There was no deck, but she could see most of the
small deck off Eleanor's room, and had an excellent view of the
pair of lounge chairs on the deck and the expanse of lawn
beyond. That's probably where Mistress does her yoga
exercises and maintains her allover tan, she
reasoned. "No, no other reason," Jodi answered (lied).
Eleanor joined Jodi at the window, then spun her around and
started the process of unlocking and unbuckling the
armbinder. "Welcome to your new room, Little Nymph," she
purred. "Take a shower and I'll bring you your clothes."
"Clothes?" Jodi sighed. "Oh yeah, I remember clothes."
"Cheeky monkey," Eleanor chuckled, and continued releasing her
new lady's companion from her leather bondage.