Lynda predicted, Mistress Alicia and Slave Gabby managed to
return to their room without being discovered by either the spa
staff or their fellow guests. After using her key-card to
open the door, Alicia ushered her "bound and gagged" slave
across the threshold, closed the door, and threw the deadbolt
that also triggered the "PRIVACY" sign to display on the far
Alicia turned to find Gabby standing in the middle of the room
and gazing at her with a somewhat shy, somewhat excited
expression. What a pretty picture, Alicia
thought. "I suppose you want me to untie you," she purred.
Gabby shrugged, forced what was probably an affirmation through
the panties stuffed in her mouth—"Mrrrf."—then turned her back
to her mistress.
Alicia strolled forward and unwrapped the gown "binding" Gabby's
folded arms behind her back. She dropped the gown to the
floor, then stepped back. "Put that away, then get ready
Gabby turned and faced Alicia, then transferred both shoes to
her left hand and plucked the modest wad of her bikini panties
from her mouth. "I assume it's okay for me to un-gag
"Oh, no," Alicia chuckled. "Keep that in, but you can
remove it long enough to brush your teeth."
Gabby rolled her eyes. "Mistress is so kind," she sighed,
then reinserted the wad and gracefully stooped to pick up her
gown. She shook it out and hung the gown in the closet,
dropped the shoes, then padded to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Alicia was undressing. She stepped out of her
shoes, hung up her LBD, then removed her slip, bra, and panties.
As Gabby had the decided advantage of already being naked, she
completed her evening toilette well ahead of her mistress and
was waiting beside the bed when Alicia left the bathroom,
turning off the light behind her. The only lights in the
suite were now a nightlight near the floor on the far side of
the bed and a second nightlight in the bathroom, shining through
the open door.
Alicia was nervous, and she suspected that Gabby was as
well. The naked blonde's gaze was on the floor, or perhaps
on Alicia's toes, and her hands were behind her back. Beautiful,
Alicia sighed. She is so beautiful. Alicia
realized her heart was hammering, again.
Gabby reached up and plucked the panties from her mouth, then
made a vague gesture towards the bed. "Uh, left, or
Alicia suppressed a nervous giggle. Might as well play
my part, she decided. "What did I tell you about
those panties, slave?" she demanded.
Gabby shrugged. "Uh, I just wanted to know which side of
the bed you prefer, so that... Never mind." She
stuffed the panties back in her mouth, then crossed her wrists
behind her back, again.
Alicia smiled. How could she not? Gabby the
beautiful, bumbling slave was adorable. She snatched
Gabby's previously discarded scarf from the bed, spun Gabby
around—"Urrk?"—and began tying her wrists together. The
scarf was quite adequate to the task, but Alicia wasn't entirely
sure of her bondage skills, her totally untested bondage
skills. She looped the narrowly folded scarf once, twice,
cinched it between her captive's arms, then gave the ends a firm
tug and tied a square-knot.
A delicate shiver shook Gabby's tan, lanky, gorgeous body.
Alicia almost apologized and loosened the scarf, then
paused. I... I never really thought about her reactions,
Alicia mused. The her in question was the anonymous slave
she'd always fantasized about having at her mercy. But
this was no anonymous slave. This was Gabby, her
friend. I won't be selfish, Alicia decided.
I'll make this good for both of us. Somehow, this
caused her nervousness to vanish, but she had no idea why.
"Get on the bed, slave," Alicia ordered, then strode to Gabby's
chest of drawers, opened the top drawer, and selected a second
scarf. She shook it out and folded it into a narrow
bandage as she returned to the bed.
Gabby was waiting, reclined on her side, her wrists bound behind
her back and her mouth stuffed with her own panties. She
was a delicious sight, even if she was bound with silk and not
rope and her bikini-style panties were so miniscule as to barely
qualify as stuffing.
Alicia stepped around the bed so she was behind Gabby, slipped
the folded scarf over her slave's head and across her worried
blue eyes, cinched it tight behind her head and over her hair,
and added a second hitch to make another square-knot.
Gabby opened her mouth and started expelling the
panties—"Mrrrpfh!"—but Alicia put a stop to her rebellion with a
"Don't worry, slave," Alicia purred, her smiling lips inches
from Gabby's right ear. "I won't hurt you. Hurting
you is the last thing on my mind." She released
her hand-gag, joined Gabby on the bed, and pulled her into a
tight embrace. "However," Alicia added, "do a bad job of
pleasuring your mistress, and I may change my
mind. I owe you a spanking for your deplorable behavior at
Mistress Lynda's, remember?"
"Mrrrf," Gabby agreed, nodding her blindfolded head.
Alicia plucked the panties from Gabby's mouth and they
kissed. It was a long, deep, wet kiss, with tongue, and it
lasted a very long time. More kisses followed, as did the
squeezing of breasts and the teasing of erect nipples.
Also, Alicia's hands caressing Gabby's smooth, tan skin, and
Gabby licked and kissed whatever features of her mistress' naked
anatomy were available.
They also made love, taking turns wiggling and squirming until
their lips were in a position to entertain their partner's
other set of lips. Both experienced orgasms, and
they were good. They were very good. By the
time an hour had passed, both lovers were shining with sweat and
Alicia was nearing exhaustion, anyway. She hadn't kept
count of the number of times she'd caused Gabby to moan and
shiver in orgasm, or the number of times her bound slave had
returned the favor. And Gabby wasn't finished yet.
Alicia was on her back with her legs splayed and her hands
gently clutching Gabby's hair and the knot securing her
blindfold. The blonde's lips and tongue were busy
entertaining her mistress, and her hands were resting on
Alicia's thighs, her fingers delicately holding Alicia's labia
apart as her tongue—
Alicia's eyes popped wide. Her hands?
Gabby's wrists were no longer tied! The scarf was still
cinched around her right wrist, but she wasn't tied.
"Hey!" Alicia lifted the blindfold from Gabby's eyes and
tossed it to the side. "You're not tied up."
Gabby blinked in the sudden light and her visibly moist lips
curled in a saucy smile. "I'm not?" She went back to
the task at hand, but Alicia tightened her grip and lifted her
head away from her crotch, again.
"Why aren't you tied up?" Alicia demanded.
"Because Mistress needs bondage lessons," Gabby purred.
"Perhaps, if you ask Mistress Lynda... Nicely, of
Alicia smiled. She couldn't help it. She rolled her
eyes and "forced" Gabby's face back into contact with her
pussy. "Finish what you started, slave," she
chuckled. "Then, we'll get some sleep."
Gabby went back to work and a shiver of delight rippled through
Alicia's body. Bondage lessons, she thought, what
a wonderful idea.
was light, delicious, and instantly forgotten. Alicia was
preoccupied with figuring out the best way to approach Lynda and
ask for an introductory lesson in tying up slaves. She was
also enjoying Gabby's company, of course. They'd shared
the shower upon waking, and Gabby had done most of the soaping
and scrubbing, using a washcloth to get both herself and her
"mistress" ready for the new day—and "mistress" was in quotes in
Alicia's mind because she'd failed so miserably in the binding
of said slave.
Maybe there's a trick to tying knots in silk, Alicia
thought. Or maybe Gabby's been taking Houdini
lessons. Now that she thought about it, she really
didn't know Gabby Hanson all that well—except in the Biblical
sense. For all I know she does take Houdini
Anyway, Gabby departed to take part in a yoga class and Alicia
decided to take a stroll around the spa, wait for her breakfast
to settle, then change into her running clothes.
Supposedly, there was a scenic two-point-six mile trail that
followed a stream to a beaver pond, then wound through the woods
and returned to the spa. The activities brochure in their
room said it was suitable for both a leisurely nature hike and a
In due course Alicia changed into anklets and cross-trainers,
black, bicycle-style, Lycra running shorts, and a coral-pink
sports bra, pulled her hair back in a tight ponytail, and
strolled to the trail-head. Much to her surprise and
delight, she found that fate had resolved the question of when
and how she could approach Mistress Lynda.
The owner of The Willows was dressed in an outfit very similar
to Alicia's, only her shorts were black with lime-green accent
stripes and her bra was lime-green with black accents. Her
hair was also in a tight ponytail. She was stretching her
hamstrings and obviously preparing for a run of her own.
"Mistress Alicia," Lynda said as Alicia approached, "good
morning. Care to join me for a run?"
"Good morning," Alicia answered. "Yes, thank you."
She joined Lynda in her stretching exercises, stealing glances
at her companion's stunning, athletic body. The Lycra was
doing heroic duty containing Lynda's generous breasts and strong
thighs. Lynda was beautiful, very beautiful.
Alicia knew she was no slouch in the fitness or mammalian
endowment categories, but Lynda was... an amazon goddess.
Finally stretched and ready, they began their run. The
scenery was spectacular, both the natural landscape and Lynda's
jogging (and joggling) body. Lynda set the
pace. It was deliberate enough to allow them to talk, and
talk they did. Lynda shared amusing anecdotes about the
trials and tribulations of running a spa, while Alicia described
the trials (literally) and triumphs of the practice of corporate
law. Before she realized it, the trail-head was
reappearing up ahead and the run was nearing its end. As
they slowed to a cool-down walk, Alicia decided it was now or
"I really enjoyed your Kinbaku demonstration last
night, Lynda," Alicia said.
"It was my pleasure," Lynda chuckled, "and Kimberly's as well,
believe it or not."
Alicia nodded. "Uh, I was wondering..."
"Yes?" Lynda purred.
Alicia didn't know why she was suddenly so nervous, but she
was. "Could you... Could I, uh... Can you teach me
how to do that? The bondage, I mean."
Lynda smiled. "I understand. Perhaps I can."
She motioned to a side trail. "I usually take a sauna
after a run. If you'd care to join me, we can discuss it
"Uh, okay." The trail led around the main spa to Lynda's
apartments, and Alicia followed her hostess through a side gate
in the hedges. They entered the earth-sheltered estate and
made their way to what was obviously a home gym, a well-equipped
and luxurious home gym.
Lynda removed her running shoes and anklets, then pulled her
sports-bra over her head and dropped it in a hamper. "Put
your clothes here and I'll have them laundered," she offered.
Alicia's eyes were on Lynda's naked breasts (without leering or
gawking, of course). "How will I get back to my room?"
Lynda smiled and pulled down her running shorts. "I'm sure
I can find something around here for you to wear."
Alicia removed her running clothes, placing her shoes next to
Lynda's, and her anklets, panties, running shorts and sports-bra
in the hamper. The entrance to the sauna was a plain
wooden door with a small window at eye level. The space
beyond was about ten feet square, large for a sauna, in Alicia's
experience, and lined with cedar throughout, with two tiers of
cedar benches. A stainless steel heater was in the center,
surrounded by a cedar screen. The air was dry and stifling
hot, well over 120 degrees in Alicia's estimate.
Obviously, Lynda had turned on the heater before her run.
Either that or it was on a timer.
Lynda drew water into a wooden bucket from a small tap, then wet
one of the upper benches, including its sloping backrest.
Alicia noted the tap's handle was clad in the ubiquitous
cedar. Otherwise, Lynda probably would have burned her
hand. Lynda doused the lava rocks atop the heater with the
water remaining in the bucket, and with a loud hiss steam filled
"Come, sit with me," Lynda said with a friendly smile, patting
the wet bench, then climbed up and sat, herself.
Alicia sat next to her hostess. She is so beautiful,
Alicia thought. Nude and at her ease, her perfect, tan
body beginning to shine in the heat, Lynda was magnificent.
"Now," Lynda said after they both were comfortable, "you'd like
me to teach you Kinbaku."
"I realize we don't have time for more than the very basics,"
Alicia said, "but can you teach me something?"
Lynda smiled. "I studied under a Kinbaku Master for two
years," she said. "During the first six months I never
touched a single strand of rope, except to wash, stretch, and
condition new rope at my Master's direction. However,
during that time, a great deal of rope touched me."
Alicia nodded, then her eyes widened. "You mean..."
Lynda nodded. "To learn the art of tight binding, one must
first be tightly bound."
"I see," Alicia whispered. Her body was now flushed and
shining with sweat... as was Lynda's. "I... I don't have
six months available to be tied up. I'm needed at
work. Can't you just... you know... show me how to tie up
Kimberly... or Gabby?"
Lynda's smile never wavered. "I know of only one way to
teach the art. I realize our time is limited, but I must
begin your instruction my way."
Alicia closed her eyes and tried to think cool thoughts.
Finally, she opened her eyes and focused on Lynda's incredibly
beautiful, smiling, sweat-slick face. "All right, I put
myself in your hands, mistress."
"Call me Teacher," Lynda purred, "and I'll call you Student."
Alicia nodded. "Yes, Teacher." She closed her eyes,
again, ignoring the sweat dripping from the tip of her
nose. What the hell have I gotten myself into? she
the heat eventually became enduring the heat, but Alicia took
her cue from Lynda, waiting for her hostess (and soon to be
teacher) to announce when enough was enough. When that
announcement finally came, Alicia was quite ready.
Lynda led Alicia to a shower alcove and insisted she go
first. After a quick rinse under the shockingly cold
stream, she accepted a towel and a cold bottle of sports drink
and dried herself, pausing now and then to take a drink of the
cool, lemon-lime beverage and watch Lynda take her
"So," Alicia said nervously as she dried her hair, "do you want
to do this tonight? I mean the lesson, of course."
Still gloriously nude (like Alicia), Lynda was also drying her
hair. "Time is short, remember?" she purred. "We'll
start your lessons immediately." She pointed to a cotton
robe hanging from a wooden peg. "Robe."
Alicia took the robe from the peg and held it open for
Lynda. It had half-sleeves, a short bottom hem, and was in
a very attractive black and white print. Lynda slid her
arms through the sleeves and Alicia realized it was a happi
coat, barely reaching Lynda's mid-thighs.
Lynda closed the coat and cinched its sash, then pointed at the
towels. "Hamper," she ordered, and Alicia picked up the
damp towels and deposited them in the hamper. "Now," Lynda
continued, "Student, follow me."
Alicia padded behind Lynda down a side corridor and into the
"studio," the empty, wood-paneled room that had been the site of
Lynda's after dinner demonstration of the night before.
Without being told, Alicia walked to the center of the room,
gracefully settled to her knees, and placed her hands atop her
head, as Kimberly had done.
Lynda smiled. "Excellent. You have good instincts,
Student," she purred, "but place your hands on your lap.
You are my student, not my slave."
"Yes, Teacher," Alicia sighed, lowered her arms, and placed the
backs of her hands on her upper thighs. She stared down at
her palms and gracefully curled fingers, and tried to ignore her
rapidly beating heart. She heard the faint creak of a
hinge in need of a little oil, the pad of her teacher's feet,
then jumped at the thud of several neat bundles of
coiled rope dropping to the carpet at her side.
Lynda knelt behind her student, released a long coil of rope,
doubled it and found its center, and set to work. "We'll
start with a simple box-tie," she explained.
Doubled strands of rope tightened around Alicia's upper
body—once, twice, then three times—passing above her breasts and
pinning her upper arms to her sides. This was followed by
three more passes, this time below her breasts. Next, a
pair of strands cinched the lower ropes between Alicia's arms
and torso on the right, passed forward, up and behind her head
to yoke her shoulders, then down and back to cinch the lower
ropes on the left.
Alicia found the process of being bound to be an intimate
experience, with Lynda embracing her from behind, as
needed. Rope slithered and tightened, repeatedly, and
finally, the remaining free end was passed under the shoulder
yoke at the nape of her neck and Lynda gave it a firm downward
tug. Alicia gasped as everything tightened up,
"And now for your wrists," Lynda said as she prepared a second
coil of rope. She then folded Alicia's arms behind her
back, with her wrists crossed and her forearms lifted just past
the horizontal, then lashed her wrists against her spine and
through the nexus of the other ropes. She tied a complex
knot and leaned back, but Alicia could tell that several feet of
"And that is a box-tie," Lynda said. "Have you been tied
Alicia gave her upper body a squirm before answering.
"Y-yes, Teacher," she stammered, "but not like this."
"Tell me of your earlier experiences," Lynda ordered as she
readied another coil of rope.
"There isn't much to tell, Teacher," Alicia sighed.
"Childhood games. Once, at a slumber party when I was...
fifteen. It was play, all for fun."
"I see," Lynda chuckled. "Legs in front," she ordered,
"with ankles crossed."
Alicia extended one leg, then the other, settled onto her butt,
and crossed her ankles as ordered.
Lynda knelt at Alicia's feet and began binding them
together. Doubled strands tightened around and between
Alicia's ankles. Lynda cinched the rope as she worked, and
when she tied the final knot, less than an inch of free ends
remained and Alicia's ankles were crossed to stay.
"On your stomach," Lynda ordered, and somewhat awkwardly, Alicia
complied. "And now, we'll add a nice frog-tie."
Rope slithered and tightened and Lynda lashed Alicia's thighs to
her lower legs, first on the left, and then on the right.
When she was finished, neat rows of strands dimpled the flesh of
her thighs, passed across her shins, and were cinched between
her thighs and calves.
"I think this will do, for the moment," Lynda announced, then
stood, padded to a small built-in cabinet, opened the door, and
lifted a hairbrush from a shelf. She then closed the door
and padded back to smile down at Alicia. "Escape," she
ordered, then began brushing her own long, tousled hair.
"Are you kidding?" Alicia demanded.
Lynda smiled, continuing to pull the brush through her dark
locks. "Escape, student. Do your best."
Alicia rolled her eyes, then set to work. She tugged and
twisted, writhed and wiggled, and made no progress
whatsoever. She continued struggling, knowing it was
pointless, but trying her best to carry out her teacher's
And Lynda watched, her lips curled in a cruel smile. (It
looked cruel to Alicia, anyway, given the context.)
Teacher continued brushing her hair.
Alicia rolled onto her side, bent at the waist, as far as her
bonds would allow, and squirmed and struggled. No matter
what position she tried or how she struggled, none of the ropes
slackened, anywhere. She groped for any available knots
with her fluttering fingers, and found none. She knew
there were knots, of course, plenty of knots, but none
were anywhere near her hands. She succeeded in capturing
the free ends dangling from her wrist bonds in her right hand at
one point, but that did her no good whatsoever.
"Well, we could do this all day, I suppose," Lynda drawled, "but
I have to get to the office and get some work done
today. Up on your knees, Student."
Alicia blinked in surprise. Is she kidding?
The box- and frog-tied captive resumed struggling, but now she
had a less generalized goal, and one that might actually be
doable. She rolled and twisted, and finally, after nearly
a minute of effort, succeeded in lifting herself onto her
splayed knees and balancing her weight back on her toes.
Several strands of tousled hair draped across her face.
She shook her head, restoring some order, then pursed her lips
and attempted to blow the remainders from her face, with limited
Still smiling, Lynda padded behind her student, and knelt.
"Settle your weight back on my thighs," she ordered, and Alicia
Alicia closed her eyes and squirmed in her bonds as teacher
began brushing her hair. The student realized that her
heart rate was still elevated, but a delicate thrill was
shivering between her legs as teacher's slow, gentle brush
restored order to her raven locks.
"If I untied you right now," Lynda purred, "and summoned
Kimberly, could you duplicate what I've done?"
"I... I think so, Teacher," Alicia answered.
"Strand for strand. Hitch for hitch. Knot for
knot. In the exact same order."
Alicia sighed. "No, Teacher."
Lynda continued brushing Alicia's hair for several
seconds. "I was just as unfocused at the beginning of my
studies," she said finally.
Alicia realized Lynda was gathering her hair in a tight
ponytail, and enforcing it with several tight loops of
rope. "What are you—"
"Silence," Lynda ordered. "Never question your teacher."
"Yes, Teacher," Alicia whispered. It was all happening
behind her head, but she was sure Lynda had doubled her ponytail
back on itself and was wrapping it in more rope. She felt
rope being hitched and knotted, then the remaining free ends
fell against her bound hands. "Oh!" Teacher had
scooted back a couple of feet, taking Alicia's bound body with
her, and now Alicia was resting with her head, shoulders, and
bound arms and hands in teacher's lap.
Lynda smiled down at her student for several seconds.
"Now, let's clarify the situation a little," she purred.
Alicia's gaze was locked with Lynda's. "Teacher?"
"Do you really want instruction in Kinbaku?" Lynda
asked, then reached out, placed her right hand on Alicia's right
breast, and gently squeezed. "Or do you want instruction
in how to be a mistress?"
Alicia shivered, then squirmed in her inescapable bonds.
"I..." That shiver was back between her legs. The
fact that Lynda was toying with her right nipple probably had
something to do with it, but mainly it was the situation in
general. "Both, Teacher."
"I see," Lynda chuckled. "Unfortunately, as we've already
discussed, time is short." She eased Alicia off her lap,
then stood and strolled to another cabinet.
Alicia couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but Lynda
returned with—"Oh!"—a ball-gag, a roll of three-inch medical
tape, and a pair of bandage scissors.
Lynda knelt and lifted Alicia's head and shoulders back onto her
lap. "Lucky for you, the first lessons of Kinbaku
for Dummies and Topping-101 are virtually
Alicia swallowed, nervously. "L-Lynda, I—"
"Mistress," Lynda interrupted. "You will call me Mistress,
or you will be punished. Now, open."
Alicia swallowed, again, then opened her mouth. She was
either following mistress' order or was about to say
something. Not even Alicia was sure. Anyway, Lynda
thrust the two-inch, red rubber ball into her mouth, turned her
head to the side, threaded and tightened the strap through its
buckle—"Mrrf!"—then secured the buckle. The gag filled
Alicia's mouth to capacity, more-or-less, and the strap was
tight enough to dimple her cheeks. Lynda eased Alicia's
head back onto her lap, and she watched as Mistress pulled a
six-inch strip of milky white tape from the roll, snipped it
free with the scissors, stretched it over Alicia's already
ball-gagged mouth, and smoothed the panel with her strong
fingers, insuring the tape's adhesive had a firm, even grip on
her lower face from ear to ear and nose to chin.
"I love the look of Elastoplast," Lynda purred, smiling down at
her student—or was it now her slave? She placed
two fingers of her right hand against the side of Alicia's
neck. "Oh my. Your heart is racing." Her smile
widened and her hand returned to Alicia's right breast.
"Not surprising, I suppose."
Alicia closed her eyes and shivered as Lynda gently squeezed her
"I'm sure you remember my telling you that these walls are
soundproof," Lynda said, "so... why the gag?" The gentle
teasing of Alicia's nipple suddenly tightened into a tight
"Do I really need to explain?" Lynda purred. "Have you
ever felt this helpless, slave?"
Alicia shivered, again, as Lynda's hand left her breast.
The nipple-pinch had been painful, but not that
painful. "Nrrf!" Lynda had rolled her off her lap
and onto her stomach, and now was doing something with the rope
still dangling from her wrist bonds. "Mrrrrr!" Lynda
had threaded the rope through her ankle bonds and was pulling
out the slack, arching her back.
"Last night I said that next time I'd show you my hogtie," Lynda
explained, "and mistress always keeps her word."
Next, Lynda threaded the rope under the shoulder-yoking ropes at
the nape of Alicia's neck, and pulled out even more
slack! Soon, Alicia's back was in a serious arch,
her thighs and breasts were off the floor, and Lynda
began tying knots.
It was horrible... simply horrible. (So why was that thrill
shivering between Alicia's legs, again?) And then, she
felt the rope binding her hair being threaded through her hogtie
bonds. "Mrrk?" The slack was removed, her head was
pulled back, and that rope knotted as well. Alicia could
wiggle and squirm, a little, but that was it. She didn't
know it was possible to be this helpless, not until now.
Lynda stepped into Alicia's limited field of view.
"Concentrate on your feelings of helplessness. Consider
your total dependence on your mistress for your every
need. Begin thinking about the many ways you might bring
her pleasure, and how utterly unimportant your pleasure
is in the scheme of things... other than as entertainment for
your mistress, as a diversion, something to relieve her
boredom." She tightened the sash of her happi coat,
turned, and padded to the door. "To be a mistress, first
one must learn to be a slave."
To her horror and distress, Alicia watched as Lynda made her
exit, closing the door behind her. "Mrrrf?" Slave?
I need to learn to be a slave? She struggled
and squirmed. All this accomplished was to tug on her
scalp. Ouch! It was pointless.
Alicia was, indeed, helpless... and totally dependent on her
mistress. My mistress, she mused. Exactly
how long is this lesson? When will she
let me go?