to follow Mistress Lynda's instructions, to contemplate her
helplessness and total dependence on her mistress and to
catalog the many ways she might bring her mistress pleasure, but
was finding it increasingly difficult. Naked, bound in a
hideously stringent hogtie that included her hair, doubly gagged
with a ball-gag and a wide strip of medical tape, any sort of
intellectual exercise was problematic. And as for physical
exercise, all she could do was flutter her fingers, wiggle her
toes, and blink her eyes. Anything else was immediately
checked by the tight ropes and/or punished her scalp.
Time passed... minutes ticked by... and Alicia's predicament
grew progressively worse. Discomfort began edging towards
actual pain. It wasn't anything she couldn't endure, at
the moment, but she knew time was not on her side.
This may have been a mistake, Alicia decided. She
realized the colossal understatement was somewhat humorous, but
her predicament was decidedly serious.
Her eyes closed, Alicia was panting through flaring
nostrils. Balanced on her stomach, her hanging breasts
heaved, or perhaps shook a little. Each time she inhaled,
her nipples almost, but not quite, touched the carpet.
Alicia became aware of a series of periodic vibrations. Footsteps?
She opened her eyes and found herself gazing at a pair of
smooth, tan, perfect feet with beautifully trimmed and pedicured
nails. Yes, it was footsteps. The feet were
attached to a pair of smooth, tan legs, including a very cute
pair of dimpled knees. Then, the owner of the feet, legs
and knees squatted and Alicia could see that it was
Kimberly. She was wearing her spa uniform of white shorts
and a pastel-green polo-shirt.
"Mrrrf!" It was gagged begging. M'mpfh!"
Alicia was past caring about humiliating herself by begging.
"Oh, you poor, pathetic, wanna-be slave," Kimberly cooed with a
"Mfff?" Alicia realized that Kimberly's smile was
rather... cold. A chill rippled down her bent spine and
settled in her tummy.
Kimberly stood and stepped to the side, knelt, and Alicia felt
her fiddling with the knots of the rope securing her hair.
Thank God! The rope slackened and she was finally
able to move her head and relieve the crick in her neck; however
the free ends of the rope remained dangling from her doubled and
Instead of untying the remaining hogtie ropes, Kimberley stood,
strolled to one of the cabinets, then returned.
Alicia could see that Kimberly had something behind her back,
and the disturbingly cold smile still curled her lips.
Kimberly knelt, again, then rolled and lifted Alicia's
stringently hogtied body and cradled her head and shoulders on
Alicia stared up at Kimberly's incredibly cute face.
"It's not so easy being a slave, is it?" Kimberly purred, then
placed her left hand on Alicia's taut abdomen and began a gentle
massage. "It takes dedication and strength to ignore
discomfort and put the wishes of your mistress first."
Alicia shivered under Kimberly's light touch.
"Mistress ordered me to ease your condition," Kimberly purred,
"since you're a weak, sniveling newbie." She slid her hand
up Alicia's body to her right breast. "Unfortunately,
Mistress Lynda's instructions were not what one could call...
specific." She gave Alicia's breast a firm, gentle
squeeze. "I untied your hair, so your condition is
'eased,' isn't it?"
"Mrrrrf!" Alicia squirmed her still stringently hogtied
"I knew you'd agree," Kimberly purred. Her hand
squeezed... then relaxed, and then began toying with Alicia's
Alicia shivered and weakly squirmed. Both of her nipples
were erect, even though Kimberly's talented fingers were only
entertaining her right. Traitors! But Alicia
wasn't afraid. Nope, no way, she reassured
herself. I'm not afraid.
"You're somewhat attractive," Kimberly said.
"Killer cheekbones, narrow waist, nice breasts..." She
squeezed Alicia's right breast, again. "Very
nice. Large, but not too large. Firm...
full... and bindable." Her dimpled smile remained
cold. "Has anyone ever bound these beautiful things for
"Nrrr!" Alicia continued squirming.
"I thought not," Kimberly giggled.
Alicia didn't know there was such a thing as a sinister giggle,
not until now. Maybe I should be afraid.
"There are two ways to bind breasts," Kimberly lectured.
"Method one: you tighten cord around the base of each
breast. If it's really tight, the boobs bulge and
turn blue. Not so tight and they turn a little
pink... or mauve... and they still bulge, at least a
little." She continued kneading Alicia's right
breast. "In either case, your boobies become very
sensitive to things like fingernails, clothespins, Wartenberg
wheels..." She locked eyes with Alicia and her smile
widened. "You know, Wartenberg wheels? Those
needle-sharp pinwheels that are like spurs on handles?" she
continued teasing Alicia's nipple. "Other toys you can use
are riding crops, whips, floggers... especially those little
mini-floggers. The bulging globes become very
sensitive under the lash, including the nipples."
Alicia stared up into Kimberly's smiling face. Surely
she's joking. She wouldn't really do
that to me... would she?
Kimberly traced her finger across Alicia's left breast.
"Method number two: you tighten multiple cords around the torso
and across the breasts. The boobs bulge between the cords,
and you can make the cords parallel, or cross them and make
little breast pockets, or go right across the nipples, or frame
the nipples on all sides. There are lots of
possibilities." She continued running her index finger
back and forth across Alicia's left breast. "And it
doesn't have to be cord. You can use cable-ties, wire,
rubber strips... There are lots of delicious
Alicia shivered in her stringent bonds, completely at Kimberly's
"But don't worry, slave," Kimberly purred. "I have no
intention of binding your breasts." She reached behind her
and held up a pair of steel clamps joined by a light steel
"Nrrrk?" Alicia immediately recognized Clover-style nipple
clamps, the kind that tightened when someone tugged on the
chain. She recognized them, yes, but had only ever seen
images of the things. She'd certainly never worn a pair,
and very much hoped Kimberly wasn't about to provide her with
"Nor do I plan on using these little beauties on your cute
little nipples," Kimberly continued.
Alicia heaved a very relieved gagged sigh. She couldn't
help it. "Urrk?" Then, she froze in her
bonds as Kimberly used the tip of one of the clamps to tease her
left nipple! "M'mpfh." She'd meant to voice a
protest, but what came out was a gagged whimper.
"Well, enough indulgence," Kimberly giggled, then tossed the
nipple-clamps away, gently rolled Alicia off her lap and onto
her stomach, then began untying her hogtie, frog-tie, and ankle
bonds. She left her fellow slave's box-tie bonds and tape
and ball-gag intact.
Alicia writhed and shivered, again, but this time with
pleasure. It felt good to be able to extend her legs and
straighten her spine. It felt very good.
"Stop wiggling, silly slave," Kimberly giggled, rolled Alicia
over onto her butt and bound arms, then straddled her waist and
settled her weight on Alicia's tummy. She then threaded
the end of one of Alicia's former frog-tie ropes through the
chest ropes above and below her breasts, tied a hitch, and gave
it a firm tug. This pulled the upper ropes down and the
lower ropes up, forming an "X" between Alicia's boobs and
fractionally tightening her already tight bonds. "There,"
Kimberly said as she climbed to her feet. The remaining
length of the coil of rope was in her right hand. "Up,"
she ordered and gave the rope a tug.
Somewhat awkwardly, Alicia managed to climb to her feet.
"It would have been just as efficient to tighten a noose around
your pretty neck," Kimberly explained, "but I'm your fellow
slave. It's not my place to give you a collar, even a rope
collar." She took two steps back, turned to face the open
door, and tugged on what was now Alicia's leash. "Come,
slave. Mistress is expecting us."
Alicia blinked in surprise, relief, and
apprehension. Mistress? We're going to
At the threshold Kimberly stepped into a pair of sneakers, then
started down the hallway. Two steps behind, Alicia
followed. The untidy tangle of her former bonds and the
discarded nipple-clamps remained behind.
padded behind Kimberly, passing room after room, including the
library/lounge with the two Kilborn sculptures. I'm
bound like the 'Waiting' sculpture, Alicia reflected, from
the waist up, anyway. They came to a closed door,
there was a brief pause while Kimberly knocked, then she opened
the door without waiting for a response.
The room beyond was an office, with a large desk, what looked to
be a very comfortable office chair, visitor chairs, sofa and
easy chairs around a coffee table, bookshelves, and a credenza,
all obviously expensive and Modern in style. Behind the
desk was a large picture window providing a pleasant view of a
small garden, and standing in the garden was Lynda. She
was dressed for business in a skirt and long-sleeve blouse, but
the jacket matching the skirt hung from a clothes-tree near the
desk and Mistress' shoes were just inside the sliding glass door
that led out onto the garden. Lynda was talking on her
phone and continued talking as Kimberly led Alicia to the center
of the office. Mistress seemed to be unawares of her
"Kneel, slave," Kimberly ordered, pointing at the plush, thick
Alicia settled to her knees and continued watching Lynda...
meaning Mistress. She's so beautiful, Alicia
thought, staring at her mistress, and strong... and
Lynda finished her call and strolled towards the office.
As she crossed the threshold, Kimberly knelt at Alicia's side
and lowered her gaze. The leash-rope was still in her
hand. "Eyes!" she hissed in a quiet whisper, pitched to be
heard only by her fellow slave.
As Alicia lowered her gaze she noticed a slight smile curl
Lynda's lips. Had she noticed Alicia's gaffe of brazenly
gazing at her mistress, Kimberly's surreptitious etiquette
lesson, or both?
Mistress turned and openly acknowledged the presence of her
slaves for the first time. "Any problems?" she asked.
"No, Mistress," Kimberly answered, her gaze still on the carpet.
Alicia might have mentioned that her box-tie bonds were
increasingly a problem for her shoulder joints, but thanks to
her gag, all questions were rhetorical. Mistress' inquiry
was obviously meant for Kimberly, anyway.
"Put her in the chair," Lynda ordered, "and make sure she stays
"Yes, Mistress," Kimberly replied, then stood, dragged Alicia to
her feet, and led her naked, bound, and gagged fellow slave to
the right visitor chair facing the desk. As Lynda settled
into her very comfortable and somewhat throne-like office chair,
Kimberly knelt, pulled Alicia's ankles together, looped the end
of the leash-rope around her ankles and the right chair-leg, and
tied them in place. She'd left slack in the
boobs-to-ankles leash-rope, but had cinched Alicia's ankle bonds
between her ankles and between her ankles and the
chair. They were solidly lashed to the chair.
Finally, Kimberly stood, strolled behind the chair, and tied the
end of Alicia's ponytail to the chair's backrest. She left
slack in the hair-rope as well, but clearly Alicia was in the
chair to stay, as Mistress had ordered.
"Thank you, Kimberly," Lynda purred, her eyes on Alicia.
"That will be all."
"Mistress." Kimberly backed to the office door, her eyes
lowered, then made her exit.
Alicia watched her fellow slave depart, then turned back to her
mistress. Lynda's top two blouse buttons were loose,
providing a glimpse of her generous breasts, including a
provocative hint of her lacy white bra. Alicia wasn't
above such displays herself, as a negotiating tactic, either in
the office or a meeting room. There was a fine line
between obvious flirting or perpetrating an equally obvious
distraction. In any case, cleavage display wasn't Alicia's
go-to tactic. Also, Lynda might be able to tease her with
her cleavage, but Alicia's mammalian assets were on open
display... and framed by tight, neat bands of rope. Bound,
gagged, naked, she reflected, not exactly a
strong bargaining position.
"So," Lynda said, smiling at Alicia, "I assume you now realize
that becoming my slave-student was a terrible mistake and would
like to apologize for wasting my time?"
Alicia's eyes widened. This was unexpected. She's
giving me a way out? Alicia blinked, once, then
regained her composure... her naked, bound, and gagged
composure. Moment of truth. Eyes locked with her
Mistress, Alicia let a few seconds pass... then slowly shook her
head. Strength, determination, and inner drive had won
over weakness and fear. Did she want to be untied?
Yes. Did she want her gag removed? Yes. Did
she want her clothes back? Hell yes. Was she
willing to admit defeat and abandon her quest to become a
Lynda's smile never wavered, and she also let time pass before
continuing. "Well then... you're invited to a late dinner,
slave, and bring your fellow slave, the skinny blonde.
I'll send Kimberly to collect you. Be waiting in your
birthday suits. Kimberly will bring something for you to
Lynda's phone interrupted with a warbling ring-tone. Lynda
picked it up, gazed at the screen, accepted the call, then
lifted it to her ear. "Thank you for getting back to me,"
she said, then rose from her chair and strolled towards the
sliding door to the garden. "Are the dates we discussed
acceptable?" Ignoring Alicia completely, she slid open the
door, stepped across the threshold, slid the door closed behind
her, then strolled out into the garden.
Alicia watched as Lynda continued her conversation. She
certainly had nothing else to do. She twisted her upper
body and tugged on her bound wrists, but Mistress' ropes were as
inescapable as ever, and Slave Kimberly's additions were keeping
her in the visitor chair. So, she thought as she
watched her beautiful mistress talk on her phone, what's
next? What's gonna happen tonight? She had
another unanswerable question, a question concerning her
personal sanity. She let it fully form in her mind.
Am I fucking crazy?
think you're crazy at all," Gabby said with a smile. She'd
just finished washing her face and was patting it dry with a
Alicia's immediate answer was an eye roll. She was
otherwise occupied by the process of brushing her teeth.
Both women were in the bathroom of their guest suite and were
putting the finishing touches on "dressing" for dinner. In
point of fact, they were naked, wearing nothing but their
birthday suits, as Lynda had ordered. Slave Kimberly
hadn't yet arrived with their costumes for the evening.
"You're not crazy," Gabby continued. "Direct face-time
with Mistress Lynda? I can't think of anything better
to do around here." She leaned over one of the twin
washbasins and squinted in the mirror as she put the finishing
touches on her makeup. "Don't get me wrong. As world
class luxury spas go, The Willows is nice, but still..."
Alicia rolled her eyes, again, then rinsed her mouth, patted her
mouth dry, and started working on her own makeup. "I
suppose it could have been worse," she sighed, a ghost of a
smile curling her lips. The hogtie had been pretty bad,
but she'd survived, and after her interview with Mistress Lynda,
the massage Kimberly had given her before releasing her back
into the wilds of the spa had been restorative, very
restorative. When she wasn't being a vindictive little
gloating bitch, Slave Kimberly was very nice... and had magic
It's like backpacking, Alicia reflected as she worked on
her eyelashes. The first two or three days of a trip
are an ordeal, but by the time the trek is over, you
hardly notice the way the pack is punishing your shoulders or
the boots killing your feet. Besides... I am
not gonna let Lynda think I'm a weakling.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was Kimberly,
as expected. She was wearing the same slave-collar and
antique-gold, body-hugging, halter top gown as the night
before. In her hands were two bundles of rolled cloth of
fabric similar to her gown. One was a subdued sky-blue,
which she handed to Gabby, and the other was faded,
tangerine-orange, which went to Alicia.
Alicia and Gabby let their respective bundles fall open and
discovered they were gowns identical to Kimberly's, except for
color, of course.
"I take it Mistress has an entire closet full of these things?"
Gabby inquired, then stepped into the gown and pulled it up her
"We don't get collars?" Alicia purred.
Kimberly smiled. "Perhaps if you ask Mistress nicely... on
your knees, of course."
Alicia smiled back. "Of course." She followed
Gabby's example and donned her gown. It was a tight fit,
from the hips up, and took a little adjustment, but soon the
slightly stretched fabric hugged her torso and breasts and she
was tying the halter-top strings at the nape of her neck.
She smoothed the fabric, as did Gabby, and they were ready.
Alicia openly gazed at Gabby, admiring the way the sky-blue
fabric embraced her svelte, fit body. Gabby's nipples were
clearly visible, and Alicia realized her own nipples were also
on display. As fashion statements, the gowns were very
daring, and nothing Alicia would ever choose to wear on her
own. It wasn't a matter of being sexy. Alicia
enjoyed being admired. She didn't mind being ogled at a
cocktail party, gallery opening, or some other social function,
but there needed to be an element of subtlety. It had to
be clear that Alicia had taste and the degree of display was by
choice. This outfit, however, was far too blatant, and far
There was also the uniform element. All three Slaves' had
their hair loose about their shoulders, so but for differences
in color, complexion, and features, they were three copies of
the same basic commodity: slave.
At least, those were Alicia's thoughts, and the objectification
was horrible. Not at all exciting. Not even a little
bit. Not even as a unique opportunity for a pretend
holiday from her naturally dominant persona. The
butterflies fluttering in her tummy were simple nervousness...
apprehension... uncertainty. After all, who knew what
Mistress had planned for the evening? Alicia smiled at
Kimberly, who smiled back. I could ask, but
that would be bad form... probably.
"Okay," Kimberly said, still smiling, "follow me, single file,
with your wrists crossed behind your back and your eyes
lowered. And no talking."
"Dramatic much?" Gabby chuckled. "Who died and made you
Kimberly's smile never wavered. "Mistress Lynda."
"Oh," Gabby replied. "In that case..." She lowered
her gaze to the carpet, where her toes protruded from under her
gown. "Lead on, Mcduff," she muttered.
"Lay on, Mcduff," Alicia said.
Gabby frowned. "Huh?"
"The quote from Macbeth," Alicia clarified. "It's
'Lay on, Macduff,' not lead on."
"Literary discussions qualify as talking," Kimberly purred.
"Sorry," Alicia and Gabby said in unison, then giggled
(nervously). The trio left the room with Kimberly in the
lead, then Gabby, and Alicia bringing up the rear.
The sidewalk was cool under Alicia's bare feet. She
realized her heart was pounding, again, and her nipples were
poking like crazy, but it wasn't the evening chill. The
night was seasonably pleasant. Stop it! she chided
herself. There's no reason to be nervous... or
scared. That was a ludicrous assertion, of course,
and she didn't believe it for a second.
her guests and their guide at the entryway, as she had the night
before. She bid them welcome, kissing Kimberly, Gabby, and
Alicia on their lips, then led the way into her
apartments. Her hair was loose about her bare shoulders,
her feet were bare, and she was wearing another formal strapless
gown, this one a very pretty shade of sage-green.
"I thought we'd eat in one of my gardens tonight," Lynda
announced. She led the way to a side door, and out into a
magnificent garden venue. It was enclosed by vine-covered
stone walls on three sides. A small stream emerged from a
barred culvert in one wall, meandered its way around
moss-covered rocks and boulders, then disappeared through a
second barred culvert in the opposite wall. On the far
side of the stream was a full-grown weeping willow, and hanging
from its branches were countless vertical strings of LED
fairy-lights, mimicking the willow's leafy tendrils. On
the near side of the stream was a small, low table surrounded by
cushions, set with stoneware, and lit by candles.
"Beautiful," Alicia sighed.
Lynda smiled and gestured towards the tale. "Please, be
seated," she said as she settled down onto a cushion and folded
her legs to the side. "Kimberly, darling?"
"Yes, Mistress?" Kimberly inquired.
"You may serve," Lynda purred. "And I believe you're
Kimberly bowed. "Yes, Mistress." She then backed to
the door, spun on her heel, and was gone.
"Overdressed," Gabby whispered under her breath, watching
through the window wall as Kimberly disappeared into the
interior of the earth-sheltered structure. She shifted her
gaze to Alicia. "You ain't gonna make me strip,
Alicia couldn't help but smile. If Gabby was worried about
being ordered to disrobe, why bring it up? "I suppose
that's up to my mistress," she purred.
Gabby blinked in confusion, or pretended to,
anyway. "Huh? I know you're being trained as
if you're a slave, but—"
"Basic logic, slave," Alicia interrupted. "The mistress of
my mistress is my mistress."
Gabby blinked, again. "Oh." She shifted her gaze to
Lynda smiled at Gabby. "Well," she said after several
seconds, "I suppose there's something to be said for
Gabby looked from Lynda, to Alicia, then back to Lynda.
"Uh... okay." She lifted her arms, reached behind her
head, untied the bow securing the halter-top strings of her
sky-blue gown, then pulled the garment down her body. She
stood, removed the gown completely, and sat back down.
Lynda continued smiling, then shifted her gaze to Alicia.
Alicia was admiring her slave's breasts. Gabby had such
nice breasts, not too big, but nicely shaped, and firm.
And her nipples... She realized Mistress was smiling at
her. Oh. A blush colored her cheeks.
She couldn't help it. As if on their own, her
not-quite-trembling fingers untied the bow of her gown's top and
she followed Gabby's example by standing, removing her
tangerine-orange gown, then sitting back down.
"Alicia," Lynda said as she lifted a carafe from an ice-bucket
and poured white wine into a stemmed glass, "I believe you have
the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen." She handed
the glass to Alicia, then poured a second glass and handed it to
Gabby. "Firm, full, but not overly large... They're
natural perfection. Simply beautiful." She
poured a third glass and took a sip. "Don't you agree,
"Oh, yes," Gabby sighed. "And her nipples are superb."
Alicia sipped her wine—which was delicious, by the way—and
waited for her blushing face to burst into flame.
"I also enjoy teasing you, slave," Lynda chuckled.
"Your blush is also beautiful."
"Her areoles are perfect," Gabby sighed. "Just the right
size to boob to nipple ratio, and—"
"For God's sake shut up!" Alicia hissed.
Gabby smiled and sipped her wine, again. "I also
enjoy teasing you," she purred.
"Which is not your place, slave," Lynda chuckled.
"Sorry, Mistress." Gabby was equal parts contrition and
impertinence—as sexy, irritating, and adorable as ever.
Alicia rolled her eyes, but was still blushing. Also, her
"superb" nipples were standing at attention, and a thrill
was quivering between her legs.
Just then, gloriously naked and the very picture of athletic,
feminine grace, Kimberly returned with an antipasto tray of
olives, prosciutto, sliced cheese, cherry tomatoes and assorted
cut-up vegetables, melon slices, etc.
"Chef has gone Italian tonight," Lynda announced, then poured
wine for Kimberly. "Everyone, manga."
Still blushing, Alicia joined the others in nibbling at the
antipastos. She likes my breasts, she thought as
she munched on a slice of melon. Mistress likes my
indeed, "gone Italian." Dinner was a series of varied
courses—soup, fish, meat, fowl, salad, etc.—all authentic
Neapolitan. Thankfully, the portions were small, meaning
reasonable, meaning not Italian wedding feast
stuff-your-face-'til-you-drop heaping plate after heaping
plate. By the time they were sipping the dessert wine, all
were quite satisfied but not bloated.
"Shall we retire to the studio?" Lynda suggested.
"Sure, why not," Gabby giggled as she somewhat awkwardly climbed
to her feet.
Alicia smiled, but managed not to roll her eyes. "Are you
drunk, again?" she demanded in a whisper.
Gabby was indignant. "No, I am most certainly not
drunk. I was just sitting for a long time."
"Well, sit your ass back down until Mistress stands," Alicia
Gabby blinked, twice. "Oh." She then settled back
down to her cushion. "Maybe I am a little tipsy,"
she admitted, her eyes on the table.
Smiling broadly, Lynda climbed to her feet, followed by the
others. She then led her guests back into the house and
down the hallway to the studio. Kimberly brought up the
As they entered the open, wood-paneled space, Kimberly
took Alicia and Gabby by the hand, led them to the middle of the
room, and knelt. Alicia and Gabby exchanged a slightly
nervous smile, then also knelt.
Meanwhile, Lynda had strolled to a cabinet and was returning
with a stainless-steel object. She stopped in front of
Alicia and held it for her inspection.
Alicia gazed at the object. It was a pair of large,
well-rounded, nested rings; or rather, four semicircles with a
common hinge at one end and a common hasp and padlock at the
"Do you know what this is?" Lynda purred.
Alicia lifted her gaze from the rings to Lynda's smiling
face. "I don't know if it has a name, but I know what it's
Lynda nodded. "Cross your wrists behind your back."
Alicia followed the order as Lynda stepped behind her. She
heard a click, cool metal closed around and between her wrists,
there was another click, and that was that.
Lynda leaned close from behind and whispered in Alicia's right
ear. "It's called a 'cage cuff,' slave. You'll find
it reasonably comfortable, if you don't struggle."
Alicia couldn't think of a snappy comeback. Her heart was
hammering and her breasts heaved, slightly, as she panted
through her slightly open mouth, and that thrill between her
legs was back. She could touch the dangling padlock with
the tips of her groping, fluttering fingers, but the rings
locked her wrists in the crossed position. She was
helpless. What's she gonna do next? Alicia
Meanwhile, Lynda had returned to the cabinets, gathered several
steel items, and was returning to her waiting slaves. She
dropped a clattering collection of stainless steel cuffs and
lengths of chain to the floor in front of Gabby, handed a clear
plastic jar of long steel screws and an Allen wrench to
Kimberly, then nodded towards Gabby. "Cuffs on her ankles,
wrists, and upper arms," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," Kimberly said, and set to work.
Alicia watched in fascination as Kimberly fit a cuff around
Gabby's right wrist, inserted a screw, and secured it in placed
with the "L"-shaped wrench. The cuff was wide and thick
and looked heavy. Gabby's left wrist was next, and cuff by
cuff and limb by limb, Kimberly secured her fellow blond slave
in cold, polished steel. Alicia realized Lynda was
watching her watch Kimberly, and found herself blushing, again.
Lynda addressed Kimberly. "Reverse-prayer hogtie."
"Yes, Mistress," Kimberly whispered, then took a gentle grip on
Gabby's hair. "On your stomach, slave," she ordered.
Gabby's eyes darted from Lynda, to Kimberly, to Alicia, then
back to Lynda. "Reverse-prayer?"
"How dare you question your mistress?" Kimberly hissed,
tightening her grip on Gabby's hair.
"Ow!" Gabby whined.
"There, there," Lynda chuckled. "She's simply nervous, but
she will obey. Isn't that right, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress," Gabby whispered. "Sorry, Mistress."
Kimberly eased a now cooperative Gabby off her knees and down to
the floor, on her stomach, and once again set to work.
Alicia watched as Kimberly first used screw-links to lock
Gabby's wrist cuffs behind her back, then folded her arms until
her hands were against her spine, just below her shoulder
blades, and her wrist cuffs were even with her elbow-cuffs, then
used more screw-links to lock Gabby's right elbow-cuff to her
right wrist-cuff and her left elbow-cuff to her left
wrist-cuff. It was, indeed, a reverse prayer, enforced by
implacable, unforgiving steel, and Gabby's most comfortable
option was to hold her hands together palm-to-palm—although
Alicia doubted that "comfortable" was a good choice of words.
"Do you practice yoga, Alicia?" Lynda inquired.
"Huh?" Alicia blinked in surprise, then focused on
Lynda. "Uh, no, Mistress, I don't."
"I see," Lynda purred. "It's excellent exercise, and very
good for the body. I highly recommend it."
"Yes, Mistress," Alicia whispered. Her gaze was back on
Gabby and Kimberly, who was using a pair of short chains to link
Gabby's ankle-cuffs to the screw-link between her
wrist-cuffs. Gabby's heels now rested on her dimpled
buttocks. The result was, indeed, a reverse-prayer hogtie,
as Mistress had ordered. The position wasn't as stringent
as the rope hogtie Alicia had endured that morning, but it was
bad enough. Kimberly used a small wrench to methodically
tighten each of the screw-links, one by one, then scooted back a
couple of feet and smiled at her mistress.
A delicate shiver rippled up and down Alicia's spine and through
her stomach as she watched Gabby squirm and explore her
condition. Once again, she realized Lynda was watching her
reaction, and her blush intensified.
"Excellent, slave," Lynda said, shifting her smile to Kimberly.
"Thank you, Mistress," Kimberly responded, her dimpled smile
Apparently, making Lynda happy made Kimberly happy, Alicia
noted, but that was hardly a revelation. She watched as
Lynda strolled to a different cabinet, then returned with a
ball-gag in one hand and a folded black cloth in the
other. She handed the ball-gag to Kimberly. It had a
two-inch sphere of red rubber and a black strap. Alicia
sighed as Kimberly rolled Gabby over and heaved her hogtied,
naked body onto her naked lap, inserted the ball into her fellow
Slave's pouting mouth, then secured the strap, making sure not
to trap any of Gabby's blond, tousled hair.
Meanwhile, Lynda had shaken out the cloth and was refolding it
into a long, narrow bandage. "Why does a mistress gag her
bound slave, even in a soundproof room?" she inquired.
Alicia swallowed before answering. "To make said slave
feel even more helpless." Holding the folded cloth between
her two hands, Lynda stepped behind Alicia's kneeling
form, dropped the cloth over her head, and held it before her
mouth. Alicia opened her mouth, obediently, and Lynda
thrust the cloth between her teeth, cinched the cloth behind her
head. She then freed her hair, tightened the cinch, and
turned it into a well-compacted square-knot. The cloth was
thick. Alicia estimated her upper and lower teeth were at
least a full inch apart.
"Oh!" Kimberly cooed, "how pretty! With those cheekbones
and big brown eyes, she has a gorgeous gag-face."
Alicia blushed, again. Part of it was the tightness of the
gag, and part of it was the expression on Lynda's face as she
stepped to the front, lifted Alicia's chin with her left hand,
and used her right to straighten her hair.
"Gorgeous, indeed," Lynda said with an affectionate smile.
"Kimberly?" she said, her eyes still locked with Alicia's, "be a
dear and fetch two riding crops."
"At once, Mistress." Kimberly unceremoniously dumped Gabby
off her lap—eliciting an expression of gagged outrage from the
Alicia watched as Kimberly padded to a cabinet, opened the door,
selected a pair of identical riding crops, closed the door, then
padded to her Mistress, knelt, and presented the crops balanced
on her upturned palms.
Lynda selected a crop, then used its leaf-shaped tip to lift
Alicia's chin, again. "Up," she ordered, and Alicia
stood. Mistress then smiled at Kimberly. "Slave
Gabby is yours for the evening, to do with as you please.
Extract a minimum of ten orgasms before dawn, by any means
necessary. And make sure she satisfies your needs,
as well. Nothing is off limits—nipple clamps, all forms of
vibrators, whipping, tickling—nothing. No permanent marks,
"Yes, Mistress." Kimberly dropped the second riding crop
to the carpet, leaned forward on all fours, and kissed Lynda's
bare feet, first the right, and then the left. "Mistress
"Enough," Lynda chuckled, then turned to Alicia. "Let's
give them some privacy, shall we?" She gestured to the
studio door with the crop. "Lead the way." She
delivered a gentle tap to Alicia's right breast with the
crop. "I'll let you know if you take a wrong turn."
Alicia's heart was hammering, again, and her breasts were
"What are you waiting for, slave?" Lynda chuckled, slowly
tapping her left palm with the crop, "encouragement?"
Alicia did not want encouragement. She turned and
padded towards the door. Her last view of the studio as
Mistress ushered her across the threshold was of Kimberly, naked
but for her steel collar and with the crop in her hands,
standing over the naked, hog-tied, ball-gagged, and very worried