finished their wine, Lynda led her three slaves from the garden
to her bedroom. Alicia was sandwiched between Kimberly and
Gabby, making it impossible for her to make a break for the
front door and escape into the night, naked, with a steel collar
locked around her neck. Not that she really wanted
to escape, of course, but a part of her mind was glad the
"temptation" had been removed.
Upon entering the bedroom, Lynda indicated the master (meaning
Mistress) bath with a sweeping gesture. "Get yourselves
ready for bed," she ordered.
Alicia watched as Kimberly and Gabby scampered into the
bathroom. Well, Kimberly scampered, Alicia decided.
Gabby simply hurried. In either case, it was a joy to
watch their strong, tan, naked bodies. Alicia turned to
find Lynda regarding her with an affectionate smile. After
all that had happened, Alicia was surprised to find a blush
warming her cheeks. She casually strolled to Lynda and
planted a kiss on her Mistress' lips, then turned and made a
show of scampering into the bath, swinging her hips and mincing
her steps. She heard Mistress chuckle behind her.
Lynda's bath was luxury personified, with a separate shower
alcove and a huge soaking tub that was easily big enough for
two. It didn't take long for the three slaves to finish
their evening toilette. Upon emerging from the bath they
found Mistress Lynda waiting by the bed, and resting on the neat
bedspread was an array of steel cuffs, screw-links, two small
wrenches, and a long length of chain.
Lynda addressed Alicia. "I assume you watched the younger
of my two blond slaves secure the elder in cuffs last night?"
Gabby was slightly offended. "Who are you calling elder?"
she demanded, realized her gaffe, and quickly added a contrite
Alicia and Kimberly exchanged an amused but mildly scandalized
"Yes, Mistress," Alicia acknowledged, answering the cuff
question. The hardware on the bed was identical to the
cuffs she'd watched Kimberly lock on Gabby back in the studio.
"Good," Lynda nodded. "A mistress should be
observant." She turned to Gabby. "And as for you, I
assume you know where I keep the tools required to keep tipsy
slaves from running their mouths and getting themselves into
Gabby frowned. "I'm not tip—" She noted Lynda's
change of expression. "Yes, Mistress," she muttered,
dropping her gaze to the carpet.
"Any time this evening would be fine," Lynda said evenly.
"Yes, Mistress," Gabby sighed, then spun on her heels and
hurried into the walk-in closet.
Lynda smiled at Alicia. "Lock Slave Kimberly's wrists in
cuffs," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistress." Alicia led Kimberly to the bed—keenly
aware of the role reversal—then selected a cuff, closed it
around Kim's left wrist, and used the Allen wrench to drive its
long, thin screw home, locking the cuff as effectively as a
padlock or a pounded rivet. All the while, the blush
continued coloring Alicia's rather prominent and attractive
cheeks and Kimberly continued her cute-as-a-button, dimpled
Lynda also smiled as she watched Alicia secure Kim's right wrist
in a second cuff.
Gabby emerged from the walk-in closet with a ball-gag strapped
in her mouth, under her long, blond hair. The gag's
two-inch sphere was white, the strap black, and she'd buckled it
tight enough to make her cheeks bulge. She padded next to
her mistress and joined her in watching Alicia secure Kimberly
in stainless steel.
"Behind her back," Lynda ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," Alicia whispered, loud enough to be
heard. Kimberly turned her back to her "handler," Alicia
selected a screw-link from the bed, replaced the Allen wrench
with the small standard wrench, and secured the rings on
Kimberly's cuffs together.
Lynda extended her hand, Gabby took it, and together they
watched as Alicia completed binding Kimberly. Lynda kissed
Gabby's left cheek, then gently pushed her towards the
bed. "You next task, Alicia," she purred. "Behind
her back, the same as Slave Kimberly."
"Yes, Mistress," Alicia replied, selected a cuff—locked eyes
with Gabby, briefly—then set to work.
Meanwhile, Kimberly had taken Gabby's place at Lynda's
side. Lynda rested an arm across the bound slave's
shoulders, kissed her lips, then they watched Alicia carry out
This being the second set of cuffs Alicia had screwed in place,
this time her fingers were more nimble. In short order,
Gabby's wrists were locked in wide, heavy steel and joined
behind her back.
The chain, two cuffs and the required hardware remained.
Alicia glanced at the steel restraints, then at Lynda.
"Let's see if you can put cuffs on yourself," Mistress purred.
Gabby, bound and ball-gagged, joined Lynda and her fellow bound
slave. Together, they watched as Alicia closed a cuff
around her left wrist, inserted a screw in the edge of the cuff,
and used the Allen wrench to drive it home. Her right
wrist was next. Then, she dropped the Allen wrench and
picked up the standard wrench and the remaining
screw-link. Locking her cuffs behind her back would be
awkward, but was probably doable.
"That will do for now, Alicia," Lynda said, then took a step
towards the bed, turned, and smiled at Gabby and Kimberly.
Gabby and Kimberly dropped to their knees and lowered their eyes
to the floor.
Lynda gestured towards Alicia. "Come."
Alicia dropped the screw-link and wrench and padded to
Lynda. Mistress pulled her into a tight embrace, which
Alicia returned. And then, they kissed. It was a
long, deep, wet kiss, and continued for some time. Alicia
could tell her fellow slaves were watching, surreptitiously,
which was at once embarrassing, guilt-inducing, and arousing.
Finally, Lynda broke the kiss and used her fingers to comb and
straighten Alicia's hair. Alicia maintained the embrace,
very much aware that her breasts and tummy were squeezed against
Lynda's, their flesh separated only by the thin, silky fabric of
"Being a mistress means being in charge," Lynda said quietly,
then nodded towards the kneeling, bound blondes. "It can
mean making hard choices and being cruel. Are you still
sure you're a mistress?"
"Yes," Alicia replied immediately.
Lynda gestured towards Gabby and Kimberly. "Well then,
Mistress Alicia, choose. One will spend the evening with
us. The other will spend the night alone. Choose."
Alicia gazed at Gabby and Kimberly. Lynda's words were
true, of course. Being a mistress did mean being
in charge. Alicia knew she wasn't totally in charge, Lynda
was testing her, but she had to choose, and with imperfect
information. What exactly did Lynda have in her devious
mind? Alicia almost opened her mouth to ask, but realized
the uncertainty was part of the test. She studied the two
naked, helpless blondes for several seconds. Given the
uncertainty and her love for both of her fellow slaves, it was a
"Kimberly," Alicia said, finally.
"Kimberly what?" Lynda chuckled quietly.
"Kimberly spends the night alone," Alicia clarified. It
was something of an imaginary coin toss, but not really.
Both blondes were beautiful, but she'd known Gabby longer (and
biblically) and somebody had to be the one. And truth be
told, there was a tiny element of revenge. Maybe
I'll get a chance to make it up to Kim, Alicia thought
"With me," Lynda said, then strolled to Kimberly, touched her
shoulder, and the blond slave gracefully climbed to her
feet. Lynda looked back at Alicia. "I said, with
"Oh." Alicia's blush returned as she hurried after Lynda
and Kimberly. She passed Gabby, who remained behind
kneeling on the carpet, and followed Kim and Lynda into the
Lynda did something and a panel opened in the far wall of the
closet. Like with the secret entrance down in the secret
subterranean dungeons, Alicia couldn't see what she'd
done. The door was roughly four feet square and something
like six inches thick, with a row of widely spaced round
openings in the edge that were probably holes to receive
bolts. Beyond was a four-by-four cavity.
Without being told, Kimberly stepped forward and eased herself
into the cubical space, tucking her legs under her and turning
her face to the open door.
"Go kiss her goodnight," Lynda whispered in Alicia's ear.
Alicia sighed, then stepped forward and kissed Kimberly on the
lips. "I'm sorry, Kim," she whispered.
"It's okay, Ally," Kimberly whispered back, smiling her usual
dimpled smile. "This won't be my first night in Mistress
"Don't worry, it's ventilated," Lynda announced.
"Ventilated, and soundproof."
"It's true," Kimberly nodded, still smiling.
This was good to know, but didn't make Alicia feel any less like
"Close it," Lynda ordered.
Alicia sighed, leaned close and kissed Kimberly, again, then
closed the box. She heard the solid click as the bolts
"Come," Lynda ordered, then turned towards the closet
entrance—and there was a flash of movement.
Gabby had been quick, but not quick enough. Lynda had
caught sight of the blond, ball-gagged and bound slave stealing
an elicit peek around the doorjamb. Mistress turned back
and it was obvious that Alicia had also caught sight of
the naughty slave. She beckoned Alicia to her side and
whispered in her ear. "There are times a mistress might
chose to ignore minor indiscretions. It wouldn't do to
train that delightful trickster element out of Slave Gabby's
personality. Don't you agree?"
Alicia smiled in agreement. "She makes me laugh."
Still smiling, Lynda led the way from the closet. Alicia
took a final gaze at the closed, locked, and now almost
invisible square door at the far end of the closet, then turned
her attention to Lynda and Gabby.
"On the floor, slave," Lynda ordered, and Gabby complied,
sliding off her knees and sprawling on her side on the soft
carpet. Lynda strolled to the bed and picked up the steel
chain still coiled on the bedspread. It was five or six
feet in length. At one end was a simple steel ring, but at
the other was an unusual padlock. Its base was attached to
the chain's terminal and the entire mechanism more resembled an
extension of the chain more than an attachment.
Lynda knelt at the foot of her bed, there was a click, then she
dragged the chain towards Gabby. The terminal ring was now
affixed somewhere under the bed frame, and—click—the
padlock was now locked to the ring on the front of Gabby's
collar. Lynda smiled at Alicia. "I said she'd spend
the night with us, in the bedroom. I never said she'd
sleep on the bed."
Alicia stared at Gabby. Ball-gagged, wrists cuffed behind
her back, collared, and now chained to Mistress Lynda's bed
frame, Gabby stared back. Alicia shifted her gaze to the
walk-in closet. Is the closet part of the
bedroom? she wondered, like the floor? She
decided the closet might be a part of the whole, but "Mistress
Lynda's Box," as Kimberly had called it, definitely qualified as
elsewhere. When Alicia returned her attention to Gabby she
realized a part of her was enjoying the cruelty with which
Mistress was treating the adorable, gorgeous, helpless
slave. This might have made Alicia feel ashamed, if she
didn't so strongly suspect that Gabby was also enjoying
her mean, horrible fate.
"Help me with this gown," Lynda ordered, then turned her back to
Alicia hurried forward and unclasped and unzipped Lynda's gown,
then helped her step free of the silky garment. Lynda
draped the gown over Alicia's arms, then peeled down the
wine-colored panties, steadied herself with her left hand on
Alicia's shoulder, stepped free of the panties, then crumpled
them into a ball and stuffed them in Alica's surprised but
unresisting mouth. "Drape the gown over the dressing stand
in the closet," she purred. "The panties go in the
Her eyes still wide—and doing her best not to visibly
shiver in sympathy with the thrill quivering between her
legs—Alicia padded to the closet, draped the gown over the top
of the dressing stand, then pulled the wadded panties from her
mouth and deposited them in the laundry hamper. Alone in
the closet, she let the frisson of arousal shiver up her
spine, took a lingering gaze at the nearly invisible door of
Kimberly's cramped, lightless prison, then returned to the
Gloriously nude, Lynda was standing over Gabby. Something
white and silky was in her hands. "Come say goodnight,"
she said to Alicia.
Alicia padded over, knelt beside Gabby, and kissed first her
slightly sweaty forehead, and then her ball-gagged mouth.
"Goodnight, Gabby," Alicia whispered. Her left hand
reached between Gabby's thighs and slowly, gently stroked her
fellow slave's labia. Alicia grinned into Gabby's gagged,
grimacing face. "You're wet," she noted in a whisper.
"Well, if she wasn't before," Lynda chuckled, "she certainly is
now." She handed the silk object to Alicia.
It was a full hood of white, slightly elastic fabric, possibly
spandex, with what amounted to a sleep-mask of the same material
stitched to the side at the appropriate location. Its
collar closed by means of a broad Velcro tab. Alicia knew
what was expected of her. She slipped the hood over
Gabby's head, made sure the sleep mask was over her eyes and the
hood's tiny mesh breathing panel over her nostrils, then closed
the Velcro collar.
Gabby was now nude, blindfolded and hooded, chained by her
collar to Mistress' bed, her wrists cuffed behind her back, and
helpless. And if she was wet between the legs and in need
of relief, she wasn't exactly in a position to do anything about
Lynda extended her right hand and helped Alicia to her feet,
then led her towards the bed. Without a word, she spun
Alicia around and gathered her cuffed wrists behind her back.
Alicia heard a quiet click, tugged on her wrists, and realized
the cuffs were now padlocked together.
Meanwhile, Lynda had retrieved the two wrenches from the bed and
placed them in the drawer of the nightstand, pulled back the
covers, then climbed onto the mattress and slid between the
sheets. Still not speaking, she beckoned with her open
Alicia somewhat awkwardly climbed onto the bed, into Lynda's
arms, and they kissed, again. It was long, deep, and wet,
also again. There was a brief pause while Lynda
picked up a small remote from the nightstand, used it to dim the
bedroom lights to near-darkness, and the kiss resumed.
With Lynda's tongue sliding and dueling with her own, their lips
smacking, their naked bodies pressed together and Lynda hugging
her with her strong arms, Alicia was in heaven.
Maybe I am a slave, Alicia thought, but why
can't I be Lynda's slave and Gabby's mistress?
The face sucking continued, and in the course of the night they
made love many times before falling asleep.
Poor Gabby heard it all, gagged, hooded, and helpless on the
Alone in her cramped box, poor Kimberly heard nothing at all, of
course, other then the beating of her own heart and the sigh of
her own breathing. She could only imagine what was
happening in Mistress' bedroom.
to the sight of Lynda's smiling face. Mistress was gently
combing strands of Alicia's sleep-tousled hair from her face.
"Good morning," Lynda said.
Alicia returned the smile. "Good morning." She tried
stretching, but it was vetoed by the steel cuffs still locking
her wrists together behind her back. Her shoulders were not
Lynda rolled over, opened the top drawer of the bedside table,
and returned with a small key. She then rolled Alicia onto
her side and unlocked the padlock securing the wrist cuffs.
"Thank you, Mistress," Alicia sighed as she did a full-body
stretch. This felt very good, and while her
shoulders still had a list of grievances, they definitely felt
Lynda resumed finger-combing Alicia's hair. "Have you ever
studied yoga?" she asked.
"No, Mistress," Alicia replied.
"That changes as soon as you get back to the city," Lynda
suggested (ordered). "Tell Gabby to bring you to whatever
class she attends. If your schedules are incompatible,
find a class you can attend. I expect my slaves to
be resilient, both in mind and body."
Alicia's smile widened. At least Lynda was admitting that
she wasn't going to keep her as her slave at the spa forever.
Fun was fun, but some challenging cases were waiting for her
back at the firm, and she loved the practice of law. "Yes,
Lynda leaned close and kissed Alicia's smiling lips. "Go
take a long shower and get ready to face the day, and you may
use my toothbrush."
"Thank you, Mistress," Alicia chuckled, then indicated the steel
cuffs still locked around her wrists and the collar still around
her throat. "What about all this hardware, Mistress?"
"That's the beauty of stainless steel," Lynda purred.
"Just be careful not to crack any of the tiles in my bathroom or
there will be hell to pay."
"Yes, Mistress," Alicia laughed, climbed from between the
sheets, and padded towards the Mistress-bath, stretching her
arms and arching her back as she went. The morning light
was streaming through the open drapes of the bedroom window, and
she was very much aware that her naked body was almost certainly
the center of Lynda's attention. A coy smile curled her
lips as she walked. She couldn't help herself, nor did she
want to help herself.
Taking a long, hot shower was one order Alicia had absolutely no
difficulty carrying out. She soaped and scrubbed her body
and shampooed her hair, and took her sweet time about it.
Finally, having no good excuse to continue letting the hot,
pulsing water massage her body, she made sure the skin under her
collar and cuffs was well-rinsed and turned off water. She
dried herself with a big, fluffy towel, dried her hair with a
second, smaller tower, then wrapped the small towel around her
head, turban-fashion. She brushed her teeth, as Mistress
had ordered, then used Mistress' hair dryer and brush set to
finish preparing herself for the day. Finally ready, she
emerged from the bath— "Mrrrpfh" —and was immediately seized and
hand-gagged by Kimberly and Gabby!
Kim and Gabby were both nude, like Alicia, but even more
nude as their collars and wrist cuffs were missing.
Mistress Lynda was also nude—completely nude, of
course—and sitting on the bed with her legs modestly crossed and
her arms to either side.
The hand-gag was quickly replaced with what Alicia suspected was
the ball-gag Gabby had worn all night. She was then forced
down to the carpet in the middle of the bedroom and her
wrist-cuffs locked behind her back with a screw-link.
Alicia struggled, but it wasn't exactly an epic battle.
She struggled because it was expected, but she pulled her
punches. The smile on Lynda's beautiful face confirmed for
Alicia that putting on a show had, indeed, been her best choice.
Steel cuffs separated by a hobbling chain were locked around
Alicia's ankles, and they were close-fitting but of the
appropriate size. That is, they weren't the close-fitting
wrist-cuffs Gabby or Kimberly had been wearing or that Alicia
was still wearing. Obviously, after freeing her blond
slaves, Lynda had fetched additional hardware or tasked one of
the slaves to do so.
Next, Alicia was hauled to her feet and held in place with
Kimberly grasping her right arm and Gabby her left.
Lynda stood, sauntered forward, lifted Alicia's chin, and smiled
at her gagged and grimacing face. "Help Slave Alicia empty
her bowels, then bring her to the garden, the breakfast
"Yes, Mistress," Kimberly and Gabby said in unison.
Obviously, they knew which venue was designated "the breakfast
Alicia decided an addition show of defiance was called
for. "Mrrrrrf!" she complained as she tossed her head and
jerked her chin from Lynda's gentle grip.
"Go," Lynda chuckled as she took a step back.
Kimberly and Gabby hustled Alicia from the bedroom, down the
hall to the gym, and into the gym shower room. Alicia knew
what was coming—or strongly suspected—and she was not
happy. Her blond handlers bent her over the rolling
towel-rack, which she now realized was better characterized as
the enema-stand, secured her in place, and she received her
second enema in as many days. Kimberly did the deed while
Gabby knelt on the hard tiles and gently combed Alicia's tousled
hair with her fingers.
"There, there, Mistress," Gabby cooed. "I know the water's
cold, and there's a lot of it, and Kimberly is being a real
bitch for making you hold it this long, but it will soon
Kimberly giggled but said nothing. She didn't even correct
her fellow blonde's assertion that she was "a real bitch."
Gabby was entirely correct, of course. Soon, it was
over. Kimberly and Gabby released her from the stand and
helped her to the commode, she voided her bowels, and they used
a cold, wet washcloth to clean her up. "M'mmmf!"
Then, it was out the door, down the hall to a side door, and out
to yet another side garden, and it was different from the dining
The Breakfast Garden was surrounded by tall hedges, rather than
vine-covered stone walls. There were also flowerbeds, a
patio of stone flags with small cafe table and two chairs, and a
stretch of lawn. Finally there was a water feature with a
small waterfall. Mistress Lynda was sitting at the table,
dressed in a robe, and was enjoying a breakfast of bacon,
scrambled eggs, toast, orange juice, and coffee. She
dabbed her lips with a cloth napkin and smiled at her
slaves. "That was quick," she chuckled, then gestured to
the patch of lawn between the table and the water feature.
Kimberly and Gabby dragged Alicia out onto the grass and forced
her to her knees. "Nrrr!" Alicia beheld a small,
deep stone bowl sunken into the turf below ground level,
probably so it wouldn't be struck by the blades of a
hypothetical lawnmower, and in its center was a steel pad-eye
with about a foot of steel chain attached. Kimberly lifted
the end of the chain, Gabby forced Alicia's head closer to the
ground, and there was a loud click. The two
blondes stood, stepped back, and watched Alicia tug on the
chain. She was well and truly stuck.
"M'mmmpfh!" Kimberly and Gabby strolled back to the patio
and stood beside their mistress. Alicia could see all
three of them smiling and quite obviously enjoying the sight of
her kneeling, gagged, closely chained, struggling, and helpless
"Go get cleaned up and find some breakfast," Lynda told Kimberly
and Gabby, "then come back and we'll prepare Mistress Alicia for
her next trial.
"Yes Mistress," the blondes said in unison. Kimberly bowed
and made her exit. Ever the wisenheimer, Gabby sketched a
quick, naked curtsey, spun on her naked heels, and
followed. "Eeep!" Lynda had used her napkin to
deliver a stinging snap to Gabby's right butt-cheek as
Kneeling in the grass, naked, gagged, and helpless, Alicia
watched Mistress Lynda return to enjoying her breakfast.
watched Lynda consume her breakfast with simmering
resentment—and lust. Yes, lust was definitely what
she was feeling. Lynda was incredible, a force of
nature. Alicia was glad she was her slave and—
Alicia blinked and tugged on her wrist cuffs in
frustration. I'm a mistress! she reminded
herself. Playing slave with Lynda was fun—And how!—but
it was only play. It was also educational, but Alicia was
a mistress. Tired of kneeling on the grass, she carefully
rolled onto her right side. Her foot long tether of
gleaming steel links remained more-or-less taut the entire
time. Lynda ignored the change, her attention absorbed by
the iPad she was reading as she ate. Apparently, it was
serving as her morning paper.
Alicia heaved a gagged sigh and a thrill shivered between her
legs. She was staring at her mistress-of-the-moment, and
imagining that their roles were reversed, that she was
the one sitting at the table, dressed in a robe and enjoying a
nice breakfast, and Lynda was the one naked and in
chains—No, naked and hogtied—No, naked and spreadeagled between
four sunken stone bowls by chains locked to steel cuffs...
basking in the morning sun... ball-gagged... sweat beading on
her tan, strong, perfect body... especially her breasts... and
with ants crawling on the firm, full globes like tiny
The prisoner on the lawn shivered in her bonds and decided not
to think about ants. Would a slave have such thoughts?
Alicia reflected. If I was truly Lynda's
slave, would I be dreaming about tying her
up? No... I'm a mistress. I'm definitely
Lynda had cleared her plate and was sipping coffee and
continuing to read the iPad. After several more tranquil
minutes, Kimberly and Gabby returned. Kimberly was in her
spa uniform of sneakers, shorts, and polo-shirt. Gabby was
in white sandals, yoga pants, and a sports bra, both in a very
pretty salmon, pink, and lavender print. Lynda set down
the iPad and her coffee cup, stood and gestured towards Alicia,
then strolled away.
The graceful wave of their mistress' hand was all the
instructions the blond slaves required. They released
Alicia's tether and pulled her to her hobbled feet. Then,
following their mistress, they dragged her through the house to
the basement. Truth be told, it was more helped her to her
feet and led her to the basement, as Alicia's resistance was
both theatrical and superficial. Given her steel bonds,
ball-gag, and the total absence of would be rescuers, her
struggles were also futile.
Anyway, they arrived at the basement, passed through the secret
door behind the wardrobe, down the corridor to the T-junction,
made a right turn this time, and entered a small chamber.
Its walls were lined with wooden cabinets and drawers, and in
the center, under a bank of spotlights, was a table.
Kimberly patted the table's padded top, Gabby grabbed Alicia's
waist, and helped her hop up and sit on the table.
Kimberly and Gabby fetched Allen wrenches from a drawer and
spent the next couple of minutes removing all of Alicia's bonds
except her ball-gag. Lynda watched the process with what
Alicia chose to characterize as a gloating smile on her
beautiful face. Once removed, the wrist and ankle cuffs
and the collar were stowed in a cabinet. Then, Gabby and
Kimberly carried a pair of black leather mitts to the table and
began fitting them to Alicia's hands.
The mitts had individual channels for Alicia's fingers and
thumbs and closed around her wrists and halfway up her forearms
by means of laces running through a double row of
grommets. A steel D-ring dangled from the tip of each
mitt, and broad, thick cuffs closed around her wrists and were
secured by heavy, double-tongued buckles. Each cuff had an
additional pair of D-rings, one on either side of the buckle.
Ankle-cuffs similar to the integrated wrist-cuffs of the mitts
were next. Then, Gabby held Alicia's arm and helped her
hop off the table while Kimberly went to a cabinet and returned
with a tinkling mass of straps and buckles. The mass was a
body harness, and the two blondes draped it over Alicia's head
and began tightening and buckling its black leather
straps. Soon, straps yoked Alicia's shoulders, passed
above and below her breasts, around her waist, and encircled her
upper thighs. More of the D-rings dangled from the
harness, a lot more.
A foot-long chain was clipped to the ankle-cuffs to hobble
Alicia's steps, the mitts pulled behind her back and clipped
together, and they were off. Lynda led the way from the
"fitting chamber" and back down the corridor the way they'd
come. They passed the T-junction and continued down the
Alicia knew she was on her way to a "trial," and felt her
nervousness building. She was scared, or more correctly,
apprehensive. She knew she was safe, in that she knew
Mistress Lynda would never do anything to cause her bodily
harm. Do something to her that was downright
painful? Of course. The Bishop Stand hadn't been a
walk in the park, but Mistress Lynda loved her, just as surely
as she loved Kimberly and Gabby. She knew the unknown
trial was probably going to be something bad, but Alicia was
determined to show her mistress and fellow slaves that she could
take it... whatever "it" might be. Intellectually, Alicia
was very sure of herself. As for the butterflies
fluttering in her tummy, not so much.
Finally, they came to the door at the very end of the
corridor. It was larger than the others, but was the same
gray-painted steel studded with bolts. Lynda punched a
code in its cypher-lock, and the door swung open on massive
hinges. Its inside surface was completely covered with
closely-spaced rows and columns of foot-long cones of what
appeared to be gray, medium-density foam. Sound
baffles, Alicia realized, like they use in recording
studios to deaden unwanted noise. The space beyond
was square, about fifteen feet on a side, and its walls were
covered with more of the same sound-absorbing foam cones.
Overhead, an array of track lighting supported numerous
spotlights, and numerous items of medical or scientific
technology were scattered about, the sort of monitors and
diagnostic equipment on rolling stands one might expect to see
in a hospital or laboratory. Tiny glowing screens and LED
lights, rows of dials and switches, dangling electrical cables,
it was everything the modern Mad Scientist might require to do
heaven-knows-what to a Helpless Damsel—like Alicia!
"Mrrrpfh?" Even though she still had no idea what Lynda
had in mind, Alicia was now most definitely
scared. She was also embarrassed she'd let her control
lapse and was so obviously staring wide-eyed and panting through
her flaring nostrils with her breasts heaving, but mainly she
And then, the gloating smile still curling her lips, Lynda took
a step to the side and Alicia could see what was waiting in the
center of the room—and now she was really scared!
The chamber's frightening centerpiece was a rectangular
platform. It was roughly waist high and had a padded top,
and the padding was translucent, lit from below, and glowed with
an amber light. In addition, the platform had a heavy
glass or plastic cover in the shape of a half-cylinder. It
was open, resting on a set of heavy-duty hinges. All of
this was unusual, but what tipped the balance into the realm of
scary-ominous was the myriad of black nylon straps dangling from
the platform's periphery. Alicia was sure the platform
probably had a clever name, but made the instant decision that
whatever that name might be and whatever scenario was about to
play out, she wanted nothing to do with it!
Alicia struggled for all she was worth, but couldn't prevent
Kimberly, Gabby, and Lynda from dragging her forward, lifting
her into the air, and placing her on her back on the platform's
padding. Lynda and Gabby held her down while Kimberly
began the process of strapping her in place.
In a depressingly short time, Mistress was able to take a step
back and Gabby was able to join Kimberly in threading straps
through the D-rings in Alicia's mitts, ankle-cuffs, and harness,
pulling out the slack, and securing the ends through
friction-buckles. Lynda watched as her blond slaves
stretched additional straps across Alicia's struggling but
increasingly more helpless body. Alicia continued mewling
through her gag, but knew her complaints were falling on deaf
and/or entertained ears and escape had been a lost cause from
the beginning. The padding was soft and disconcertingly
bouncy, like a waterbed or a giant gel-pad.
Finally, Kimberly and Gabby stepped back to stood on either side
of their mistress. Alicia was on her back with her ankles
a couple of feet apart, her arms at her sides, and could barely
move. Her body-harness was pinned to the platform's
padding in a dozen places. Her mitts and cuffs were
similarly secure, and that included the mitts' fingertip
D-rings. Her gagged head and bare feet had the most
"freedom," but tossing her head, flexing her tootsies, and
wiggling her toes was getting her nowhere. The padding
under her strapped down body quivered and wiggled a little as
she explored her condition, but she was totally helpless.
And then, Lynda made a gesture, signaling the end of the
gloating break. Kimberly and Gabby carried various
accessories to the platform and began sliding, strapping, and
clipping them in place. Specifically:
(1) Kimberly and Gabby slid a large steel ring over each
of Alicia's breasts. They were sized to impart that
sensitizing bulge Alicia had been warned about and her boobs now
a slightly pinkish hue and bulged in their circular
steel prisons. Straps attached to the rings were tightened
and secured to the platform on both sides, and the
"boob-bulge-bra" was firmly in place, as were Alicia's captured
(2) Kimberly manipulated Alicia's left nipple until it was
erect—it didn't take much manipulation—then clipped an alligator
clip around the nubbin of flesh. "Mrrrf!" The clip's
jaws were serrated but its spring was weak. The insidious
thing wasn't going anywhere, but it didn't pinch like the Bishop
Stand's clover clamps. This was a good thing; however, the
pair of metal disks Kimberly adhered to Alicia's boob on either
side of the clip were ominous, and the insulated wires trailing
from the clip and both disks were even more
ominous. Gabby leaned close and planted a kiss on Alicia's
right nipple, then fit it with a second clip flanked by its own
set of disks.
(3) Next, the blondes slid a lubricated phallus of black
rubber between Alicia's labia and into her vagina!
"Mrrrrf?" Needless to say, this was not
appreciated by the recipient. "M'mmpfh!" It had a
long, trailing cable and its business end was studded with
copper and silver lumps, like the Bishop Stand's electrified and
vibratory intruder. Straps at the base secured it to the
network of straps pinning Alicia to the platform padding and
made sure the horrible thing was in to stay.
(4) Next, pairs of copper disks with trailing wires were
adhered to Alicia's upper-thighs on the right and left and on
either side of her clitoris, for a total of six disks.
Kimberly and Gabby stepped back and Lynda stepped forward.
She smiled down at Alicia's supremely fit, healthy, beautiful,
and helpless form, then turned Alicia's head and unbuckled and
removed her ball-gag. Gabby placed a glass of cold water
in Lynda's left hand, Lynda lifted Alicia's head and carefully
tipped the glass so she could drink.
Lynda handed the glass back to Gabby combed Alicia's hair from
her pouting face. "This trial is about time," Lynda
purred, her eyes locked with Alicia's. "Time,
helplessness, and uncertainty. It will test your resolve
as much as your endurance for pain and unwanted pleasure.
Will you break? Will you surrender to despair? Will
you finally admit that you're not a mistress? Will
you beg to become my slave?" She combed Alicia's
hair with her strong, tan fingers for several more
seconds. "Don't bother answering, darling. The trial
will continue, regardless."
Alicia found herself blinking back tears, but decided that she had
to answer. "I'm a mistress and always will be," she
huffed. "Do. Your. Worst."
Lynda's gentle grooming and gloating smile continued for a few
more seconds, then she took a step back, the blond
handler-slaves stepped forward, and together they fit Alicia
with a new gag. Actually, the monstrosity they inflicted
on poor, innocent Alicia might be better described as a
combination gasmask, headphones, collar, and gag. It had a
mouth-filling rubber plug, a breathing mask with a pair of
flexible black hoses, a full face-plate of smoky glass, a wide,
well-padded posture collar, and incorporated a pair of padded
headphones. Kimberly and Gabby tightened several straps,
insuring the mask, collar, and headphones would remain in place
and pinning Alicia's head as thoroughly as the rest of
Miniscule wiggling and twitching of Alicia's strapped-down body
and the thrashing of her cuffed, bare feet were now the only
movements she found possible. Suddenly, she froze in her
bonds. The half-cylindrical cover was
closing—"Nrrrrrf!"—and then it was closed!
Alicia found that between the faceplate of the mask and the
curved glass of the cover, all she could see was the glare of
spotlights, vaguely human shapes, and her own reflection.
The underside of the cover was partially silvered, and while her
reflection was relatively distinct and in focus, Lynda, Gabby,
and Kimberly were blurry silhouettes.
Suddenly, Lynda's sexy, alto voice sounded in Alicia's
headphones, "I've been refining the design of my sensory
deprivation chamber for years."
A thrill of dread shivered through Alicia's helpless body.
Sensory deprivation chamber! "Nrrr!" Her
gagged voice sounded loud in her own ears, but had the pathetic
sound penetrate the glass overhead? Probably not,
"The gel supporting your body is almost the precise density of
the human body," Lynda's voice continued, "and a heat-pump with
a rapidly cycling thermostat maintains the temperature at
precisely ninety-eight point six degrees Fahrenheit. And
just for fun, the computer will administer periodic electrical
and vibratory stimuli on a schedule carefully crafted to appear
random and unpredictable. I'm afraid some of the shocks
will be somewhat painful, many of the low-level vibratory
sessions will be extremely frustrating, and some sessions will
involve both pleasure and pain; however, there will
be orgasms. You'll never know what will happen next, or
when it will happen. And it will all play out in complete
darkness and total silence. You'll find it quite
disorienting and frightening, and there's absolutely nothing you
can do about it... but endure."
Alicia's heart was pounding in her ears, and she could hear her
breath whistling through the mask's breathing tubes.
"Well then, Alicia," Lynda's voice said, "I'll see how you're
doing in a few hours."
Hours? Hours? How many hours?
The light was fading. Lynda, Kimberly, and Gabby's blurry,
indistinct silhouettes were merging with the background as the
spotlights dimmed, and the lights under the gel-bed were fading
as well. The image of her helpless, squirming body
reflecting off the inside of the glass cover became less and
less distinct, and then it was gone. All was
darkness. If the LED lights on the equipment and monitors
she'd noted earlier were still glowing, their feeble light
wasn't penetrating the cover and faceplate and reaching her
wide, desperate eyes.