by Van © 2025
		Chapter 5

Kim was at least a little behind her mom's schedule, but not by much and she was definitely making progress.  Specifically...

☻  She'd succeeded in getting Jess to voluntarily don a pair of translucent latex gloves, submit to having the spaces between the fingers of both her hands anointed with beads of super-glue, forming them into fists, then allowing them to be neatly wrapped with clear latex tape.  Kim was proud of her efforts.  In terms of aesthetics and practicality, the resulting fist-mummies were solidly on par with Jane and Johari's best efforts.

☻  She'd also succeeded in obtaining Jess's cooperation while she peeled her out of her stylish and expensive jacket, skirt, t-shirt/blouse, boots, pantyhose, bra, and panties, leaving her former childhood costar totally nude.  Jess noted that Jess had been a little nervous, but after all, it was "just us girls" and Kimmie was her friend.  Besides, nudity happened all the time during film productions, especially in wardrobe departments.

☻  And then, Jess succeeded in talking Jess into standing more-or-less still while she crafted a classic box-tie using conditioned hemp rope, binding Jess's folded forearms together behind her back, pinning her upper-arms against her torso, and yoking her shoulders.

☻  At that point Jess's further cooperation wasn't all that important, but nonetheless, Kim took the time to convince her client/friend/victim that gags were an important element of the program and she should let her apply one.  Jess was less than enthuaiastic, but she did allow Kim to insert a red Silencilicone-brand tongue-trapping and bite-protecting rubber glob into her pouting and (according to Kimmie and the rest of the movie-going and video-streaming public) adorable mouth.  Jess then allowed her to plaster a wide strip of off-white medical tape over her lips, mouth, and lower face and smooth it with her fingers and hands.

At that point Kim smiled, took a step back, and surveyed her nude, bound, and gagged friend from her wiggling toes and shuffling bare feet to her slightly tousled gleaming brown hair.  Jess's pretty brown eyes were wide.  Her button nose and cheeks (the parts peeking above her tape-gag) were lightly freckled.  Her boobs were shapely and surprisingly full without being huge (especially when framed by neat bands of hemp rope and slightly squeezed, like now).  Her tummy and abs were quite shapely, her figure classically curvaceous, and her skin smooth and firm.  Yes, without a doubt, Jess Flores was a diminutive hottie.

Kim was only a little jealous, and principally with respect to the volumetric aspect of Jess's rack.  Kim knew herself to also be a diminutive hottie, but Jess definitely had superior boobilage... especially when on unobstructed display, like now.

Just then, as Kim had been expecting (fearing), her time ran out.  The chamber door opened and her mom (smiling broadly, as usual) padded across the threshold.  Becky was wearing her usual working uniform of spandex bicycle shorts and matching sports bra with her golden tresses pulled back and restrained (so to speak) in a functional ponytail.

Kim took a step to the side as her mother, still smiling her welcoming smile, padded in front of their newly arrived naked, bound, and gagged client.

"Welcome, Ms. Flores," Becky beamed.  Her fingers and hands were busy running over Kim's handiwork, evaluating her daughter's rigging efforts.  Inevitably there was contact with Jess's bare skin (including fleeting and cursory contact with the slopes of her breasts).  The evaluation also included the neatness and efficacy of Jess's newly acquired fist-mummies.  Finally, Becky leaned close and ran her fingers over Jess's tape-gag.  "Now," Becky said (still smiling and apparently satisfied with her employee's handiwork), "excuse me while I have a word with my daughter."

Jess's only answer was to blink her big brown and famously gorgeous eyes a few times.  Forcing unintelligible vocalizations past her gag seemed pointless and somehow inappropriate.  Meanwhile, Becky had taken Kimmie by the arm and was leading her several feet away.  Becky (who Jess considered to be a diminutive hottie in her own right, by the way) had her back to her naked, bound, and gagged client, but Jess could see by Kimmie's expression that her friend/captor was in trouble... probably.

"You brought her here in a studio golf cart?" Becky demanded in a hushed tone.

Jess could hear every word of the mother-daughter "discussion" as their current location had excellent acoustics.

Kim shrugged.  "The keys weren't in the van, and I didn't have time to go looking for Jane or Johari."

"The key fob is hanging from the bulletin board," Becky huffed, "exactly where it's supposed to be hanging.  You know making the clients think they're been taken someplace other than the BiDS campus is an important element of the kidnapping simulation."  She waved a hand at Jess.  "She knows full well she's still inside the studio security perimeter.  Taking her for a twirl around the back lots in a golf cart accomplished nothing."

"It wasn't nothing," Kim muttered, staring at the toes of her stylish high heels.  "It was something."

"It was pointless," Becky responded.  "And why isn't she in paracord from head to toe, the first item on her curriculum check-off sheet?"

Kim shrugged again.  "We got a bit of a late start.  I decided to do the hemp box-tie and circle back to paracord... tomorrow?"

Becky silently stared at her daughter for several long seconds.  Her back was still to Jess, but the naked, box-tied, but not paracord-bound client could tell Becky was still unhappy as Kimmie was still staring at the toes of her pretty pumps.

"Strip," Becky said finally.

Instantly, Kim lifted her horrified gaze to her mother.  She blinked in confusion and pointed at Jess.  "She's already..."  Kim's eyes popped wide.  "You mean me?" she gasped, then started blinking.  "Mother!  Nooo!"

"Do it," Becky barked, then turned and padded away.

Jess resumed blinking as well and found her attention split between several different things:

☻  Kimmie was doing as she'd been told.  Was she pouting and unhappy?  Yes, but she was disrobing.  Eventually, her high-heel pumps, pantyhose, skirt, jacket, blouse, bra, and panties had been removed, folded, and/or arranged in a neat stack next to Jess's own former costume... and Kimmie was standing with her left arm across her breasts and the her right palm shielding her pubic area in a classic display of maidenly modesty.  By her expression Kimmie was mortified to be naked in front of her naked, bound, and gagged childhood friend (and was somewhat disgruntled that she was being disciplined by her maternal unit in front of said friend).

☻  This place was wacko!  What the hell was going on?  This was not professional behavior, but unfortunately Jess wasn't in a position to point that out to anybody.  Granted, Jess (and her production company and her production partners) were paying for her to learn what it was like to be really and truly bound and gagged, but this mother-daughter nonsense was nuts!  Jess squirmed and tugged on her hemp bonds.  Granted, the technical aspects of the program might be professional (as in inescapable), but Kimmie being forced to strip was crazy!

☻  Also, while Kimmie was making herself as naked as Jess herself was at the moment, Becky had padded to what was obviously a set of controls mounted on one of the walls and used them to position a pair of the traveling motors running on the heavy duty track overhead to the center of the room—Hmmmmm—then lowered a steel ring on the end of a dangling steel chain until it was hanging a foot or so above Jess's upward looking and tape-gagged head.  Whrrrrr.

☻  Becky then padded to a steel cabinet, returned with a coil of the same hemp rope comprising Jess's box-tie, then, much to Jess's carefully contained consternation, Kimmie's mom passed one end of the coil through the steel ring and tied it off to the nexus of Jess's box-tie bonds at the nexus of her bonds behind her back.  This was... disconcerting.  Jess was now loosely tethered in place.  The other end of the vertical rope wasn't tied to anything, but Jess would have to drag its entire length through the overhead ring in order to "escape."

☻  Finally Becky returned to the cabinet, produced yet another coil of hemp rope, then padded to her daughter and proceeded to box-tie her daughter in a manner identical to Jess!

"Mooom!" Kim whined as the rope slithered and tightened.

"Hush," Becky ordered as she cinched the shoulder-yoking ropes, completed the central nexus, and tied the final complex puzzle-knot.  "I'm disciplining you as your boss, not your mother."

"Ohhh..." Kim complained as she twisted, squirmed, stamped her bare feet, and tested her mother's hemp handiwork.  Kim's sad brown eyes then followed her mom as she padded back to the cabinet... and returned with a red rubber glob, a roll of off-white medical tape, and a pair of compact bandage scissors.  "Nooo!" she whined, once again stomping her bare feet (and causing her now rope-framed boobs to bounce).  "not a gaaag!  Motherrr-urf!"  The red rubber glob was in her mouth and her mom was smiling and rocking it back in forth, making sure her darling daughter's tongue was properly trapped and her teeth properly seated in the glob's bite-protector-trays.

"Spit that out and you'll get a spanking," Becky warned as she prepared a strip of tape for use... then stretched it between her hands, pressed it home, and used her fingers to make sure it was smooth and well-adhered to Kim's pouting lips, mouth, and lower face, all the while smiling her usual angelic and dimpled smile.

Obviously, in Kimmie's opinion, her mother's smile was insidious, inappropriate, and irritating, and she wasn't being shy about letting her know about it.  "Mrrrrrpfh!"

Jess, on the other hand, was... conflicted?  Kimmie had been cute in her stylish business ensemble, but she was even cuter in her birthday-suit, hemp box-tie, and tape-gag.  ...  Not that Jess was into that sort of thing, of course.  It was just an objective observation.  As for Kimmie's mother, she was also cute... in a sinister and wicked sort of way, now that she thought about it.

What happened next strongly reinforced Jess's opinion that everything that was happening at the moment was wacko, nuts, crazy, and loco.  Muy loco!

Becky lowered the ring and chain of the second overhead motor, made another trip to the cabinet, and returned with an armload of hemp coils.  She dropped all but one to the coils to the floor near Jess's feet, then prepared the remaining coil for use and passed it through the ring dangling overhead, the one that wasn't currently loosely tethering Jess.

Apparently Kim could tell what her mother had planned because she turned and quickly padded to the closed door.  Being box-tied made it awkward, but she managed to turn the knob and get the portal partway open before she was apprehended.

"No you don't," Becky chuckled as she dragged her disobedient employee/daughter to the center of the room and positioned Kimmie gagged-face-to-gagged-face with their client (meaning Jess)!  She then used the remaining coils of hemp rope to lash them together!

The binding process took a while, and Kim struggled and complained the entire time.  "MRRRpfh!  Nrrrrr!"  Jess was more wide-eyed and amazed than resistant.  Becky was up to the challenge and only had to deliver a single stinging slap to her daughter's right butt-cheek to get her to settle down (more-or-less).

The end result was both diminutive, naked, box-tied, and tape-gagged (with rubber glob stuffing) youngsters not only face-to-face but boob-to-boob, tummy-to-tummy, and thigh to thigh, with an elegant, symmetrical, and tightly cinched matrix of hemp rope making sure they would stay that way!

Next, their right legs were folded back and their right ankles lashed to their waist ropes and their right thighs lashed to their right lower-legs in the manner of a frog-tie.

Their left legs, on the other hand (or foot), were lashed together ankle-to-ankle and up their entire lengths, ladder-tie-fashion, all the way to their waist ropes... then anchored by strands that cleaved their butt-cheeks and snugged their lower tummies together in close contact (like their boobs and upper tummies)!

Half their combined weight was being carried by the vertical ropes linking them to the rings, chains, and motors overhead, and the formerly loose free ends of said vertical ropes were now taut and fully integrated into the rest of their shared bondage.  The other half of their weight was bearing on the balls and toes of their left feet.  Becky's careful repeated adjustments of the lengths of the chains had made it so.  Hmm.  Hmm.  Hmm.

Becky took a couple of steps back, crossed her arms under her breasts, and gloated like a villain in a melodrama.  (There was no other way to categorize her dimpled smile.)  The blonde and brunette captives' shared hemp predicament was complex, balanced, and undeniably aesthetically pleasing, a genuine rigging masterpiece.  Becky had every reason to be proud.

Kim continued wiggled, squirmed, and staring daggers at her mother.  Jess, on the other hand, continued standing perfectly still and staring at her instructor/captor/Kimmie's-mom, all the while batting her trademark big-brown-eyes.

"Mrrrpfh!" Kim complained.

Jess blinked several more times.

"Excellent," Becky purred, "if I do say so myself.  Since you two are such good friends from that kids' movie you were in together back in the day... I'll let you get the reunion out of you systems so we can get back on track with the program."  She then spun on her naked heels and padded from the chamber, closing and locking the door behind her.  Thud.  Click!

Kimmie heaved a tape-gagged sigh, than stopped squirming and focused on her fellow prisoner.

Jess expended a few more blinks, then gazed back at her fellow prisoner.

Their shared bondage predicament was... intimate... very intimate .  They were both equally and identically helpless.  Granted, Jess was contending with fist-mummies while Kim's fingers and hands were tape-free, but there were no knots anywhere near her fluttering digits so it really didn't matter.

Needless to say, this was not how Kim had thought her day would go.

As for Jess... she didn't know what to think.  She had a lot to process, but at least nothing new was happening.  Then again, the day wasn't over.

Naked—lying on her stomach on a twin-size mattress clad in canvas and resting on the floor of her concrete cell—bound with thin hemp rope in what Becky Bynder had called a box-tie-frog-tie-hogtie—her fingers and hands useless to her as they'd been turned into tight (but, she had to admit, not too tight) fist-mummies—a steel collar locked around her neck and tethering her by its attached steel chain to a ring solidly embedded in the concrete wall of her cell—her mouth plugged with a hollow, ventilated rubber ball-gag—Mattie was languishing.  It was her only option.

On the plus side (although it wasn't all that much of a plus), her hair was plaited in a single tight braid and thus out of her face, rather than being in a tangled mare's-nest as it had been earlier.

On the minus side (although considering the rest of her situation it wasn't that much of a minus), the gag was ventilated and her lips weren't sealed with tape.  That meant she was "free" to drool on the mattress... and she was... and had... ever since Becky abandoned her to her current languishing fate.  As a direct result, there was a growing wet spot on the mattress.  Her options were to rest her face on the spot (Yuck!), or lift her entire head off the damp canvas and keep it that way... which would be impossible in the long term.

All of this was totally unacceptable, of course.  The problem was... Mattie couldn't quit.  She couldn't escape Becky's bondage, so she couldn't quit.  Also, "Those Gibson Girls," the mother/daughter team that were the brains and money behind Beauty-in-Distress Studios, were totally dedicated to the Method Acting aspect of their Damsel-in-Distress doctrine, so they'd insisted Mattie (and her costar Holly, wherever she was at the moment) simply had to complete the Bynder training program—and adding investment to incarceration, Mattie's production company was paying a significant chunk of Becky Bynder's substantial fee, and Mattie would loose every single US$ of the "investment" if she bailed.  It would also impact her reputation as a ready-for-anything and gung-ho team player.

There was also the trivial detail that she was gagged and there was no one present to accept her hypothetical resignation.

So... languishing it was... for now.

Suddenly the door to the cell was unlocked—Click!—it swung open—Creee!—and Holly Warden entered the cell in the same manner as Mattie herself had entered approximately an hour earlier.  That is, Mattie's costar was naked, bound with hemp rope, wearing a black nylon obedience collar, a black ventilated ball-gag was around her neck in ugly necklace mode, and she was seated in a wheel chair being pushed by Becky Bynder herself.

The evilly grinning diminutive rope-happy villainess eased Holly from the wheelchair and deposited her stomach-down on the second canvas-clad mattress (demonstrating surprising strength for such a diminutive rope-happy villainess), then unhitched a bundled coil of hemp rope and prepared it for use.

While this was happening Mattie noted several things:

☻  Holly was pouting and clearly unhappy, but she wasn't saying anything.  Mattie assumed that meant her costar's obedience collar was energized and ready to punish any comments or complaints she attempted to utter.

☻  The details of Holly's bondage were different.  The materials were the same (conditioned hemp rope, on the thin side), but rather than being box-tied, Holly's hands and arms were behind her back and bound together from wrists to shoulders, including her very nearly touching elbows!  Also, her legs were bound together at her mid-thighs, above and below her knees, her mid-lower-legs, and ankles.  It was not a frog-tie.  In addition, her big toes were tied together with what appeared to be hemp cord... or possibly sisal, but what did Mattie know?

☻  While Mattie was evaluating Holly's bondage, Holly was evaluating hers.  Also, Holly was pouting (as previously mentioned), and the stringent nature of Mattie's hogtie did not appear to be improving her mood.  Mattie noted that her ungagged fellow student had a very cute pout.  Mattie knew her own pout was formidable, but Holly's sullen moue was world class.

Meanwhile (and still grinning like a gloating and irritatingly self-satisfied evildoer) Becky had used the coil of hemp to craft, tighten, and repeatedly re-tighten a classic hogtie, progressively pulling out the slack until Holly's heels were touching her buttocks and her mummified fists more-or-less pressed against the soles of her feet!  Then, Becky scooted forward, popped Holly's ball-gag into her mouth and buckled its strap tight against the nape of her neck.  Then, as she had with Mattie, she unlocked and removed Holly's shock-collar.

"Mrrrf!" Holly complained, squirming in her demanding hogtie.

Mattie had never heard a more eloquent and cogent (albeit totally unintelligible) criticism.  It perfectly captured (so to speak) Molly's dissatisfaction with Becky's teaching methods.

Then—"Mrrrk?"—Becky produced a coil of thin hemp (or sisal) cord and used it to link Holly's bound toes to the end of her tightly braided ponytail!  And then—"MRRRF!"—as she had with the hogtie rope, she removed all slack until Holly's chin was off the mattress and would remain so unless she rolled onto her side!

Mattie was horrified.  Holly was in a super-stringent predicament!  Becky Bynder had perpetrated a bondage outrage, and—Gulp!—apparently she wasn't through.  She'd produced a second coil of hemp (or sisal) cord and shifted her position to Mattie's mattress!

The already naked, hogtied, and ball-gagged young thespian decided a stringent (so to speak) protest of her own was in order—"MRRRF!"—but (obviously) she could do nothing to prevent Becky from binding her big toes and linking them to the end of her braid!  As her ankles were crossed, that meant when Becky was finished the cord formed a taut acute triangle with a big toe or the end of her braid at each apex!  Like Holly, Mattie's chin was now lifted permanently off the mattress and hovering above the hated wet spot!  "MRRRF!" she reiterated, but all that accomplished was to add an additional dollop of drool to the wet spot in question.

Becky rocked back on her bare heels and smiled sweetly (meaning evilly).  "That's it for day one, ladies," she purred.  "Consider being hogtied as your homework for the evening."

Eyes wide and blinking, Mattie and Holly wiggled and squirmed in their bonds.  Vigorous struggling was out of the question, not to mention that it would be utterly pointless.

"I'll be back to check on you before going to bed," Becky added.  "See you then."  With that, Becky gracefully flowed to her bare feet, turned to the door, and made her exit, closing the door behind her.

Click!  (That was the lock turning, of course.)

Both damsels lodged simultaneous and totally futile final complaints as they continued testing their hogties.  "Mrrrpfh!"  They then stopped struggling and heaved profoundly disappointed sighs (which were very pitiful).

Mattie could turn her gaze just enough to examine nearly all of her fellow student's hemp predicament.  She decided that while they were both hogtied, the differences in their individual circumstances were probably unimportant in terms of "comfort."  Mattie's box-frog-tie-hogtie was just as stringent and incapacitating as Holly's "conventional" version.  Both sets of ankles-to-wrists ropes, the defining elements of their hogties, were redundant and decidedly short, taut, well-wrapped. and impossible to untie (even if they hadn't been contending with fist-mummies).

Also, the big-toes-to-hair cords were cruel, unnecessary, and made any variant of being hogtied much worse!  Becky Bynder was being Becky Bitch!

Needless to say, both damsels would have liked to be able to discuss the situation and forge a joint response to Becky's perfidy, but that was impossible.  Very impossible.

Kim was... discombobulated. Her heart was racing (a little) and she was sweating (a little).  It was standard operating procedure at Beck Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp for all the thermostats controlling the temperatures of all the rooms, chambers, dungeons, etc. of the building her mother was leasing (at a very favorable rate) from the BiD Studio be set at a slightly elevated level.  Supposedly, it was so their clients would be more "comfortable."  After all, it was better to be a too hot than too cold, right?  That was also why the mandated "staff uniform" was skimpy/skintight spandex exercise togs.  In any case, it certainly wasn't because Becky Bynder and her staff (including Kim) enjoyed the sight of naked, bound, and gagged movie stars "glowing" (just a little).

Anyway...

Kim was discombobulated, face-to-face, boob-to-boob, tummy-to-tummy, and thigh-to-thigh with her old (young) friend Jess Flores!  They were lashed together, tightly, by a plethora of hemp rope—they were sweating (just a little)—balanced on the balls and toes of their left feet—their right legs lifted, folded, frog-tied, and tied back to their box-tie-bonds—with half their weight supported by the vertical ropes running up to steel rings and chains running from a pair of electric motors directly over their tape-and-rubber-glob-gagged heads!

Their combined bondage was tight enough to dimple their flesh (separately and collectively), and lashed them together from their ankles to their shoulders.  Escape was impossible; however, feeble attempts at comfort motion were inevitable. The aforementioned perspiration provided a little lubrication, but tightness of their bonds only allowed a little skin-on-skin slipping and sliding.

Now and then Kim gazed into her fellow intimate captive's famously gorgeous brown eyes, then blushed and heaved a little sigh.  (A big sigh would have pressurized their pressed-together-boobs in a disconcerting (meaning more disconcerting) manner.  Jess seemed to be slightly amused whenever Kim tried anything, but it was difficult for her to be sure.

One thing was absolutely certain: Kimberly Bynder was furious with her mother.

Time passed... minute-by-minute... futile-squirm-by-futile-squirm... and occasional-embarrassed-gaze-by-occasional-embarrassed-gaze.  And then—Click!  Creee!—the door was unlocked and opened and Jane and Johari padded into the chamber.

"Mrrrrr!" Kim complained/whined.

Jess's eyes popped wide.  The tall, fair-skinned, and less-tall, dusky-skinned gorgeous women were strangers.  Also, their inevitably gorgeous smiles were disturbing.

"Kimberly-Kimberly-Kimberly," Jane sighed, shaking her grinning head.

"You really stepped in it this time, Little Blondie," Johari purred.

Jess blinked several times.  Obviously, the newcomers were Kimmie's fellow staff members, which she decided was hardly surprising as they were wearing skimpy spandex shorts and sports-bras.

Their smiles never wavering, Jane and Johari padded forward and set to work.

Soon, Kim and Jess's bonds were reduced to identical and inescapable box-ties.  Their tape-gags (with rubber blob stuffing) also remained intact.  Jess's fist-mummies and Kim's lack thereof were the only difference.

Jane took a firm grip on Kim's left arm, Johari took a grip on Jess's right arm, and the diminutive, naked, bound, and gagged captives were led into the hallway and away from the scene of Becky's intimate bondage crime.

The captive hotties' immediate destination was a rather spartan and institutional bathroom.  Both petite prisoners were encouraged (meaning required) to use the toilet; first Jess... and then Kim.  Next, the girls' handlers locked obedience collars around their necks!

Kim's blue eyes popped wide.  She scowled but didn't protest.

"Obedience collar," Johari whispered in Jess's ear.  "If you try to speak your throat gets zapped.  It's not a pleasant experience."

Jess focused on Kim, who sighed (sadly and silently), then nodded.  Jess took that as confirmation and decided not to test her new fashion accessory.

Next, Jane peeled the tape from Kim's lips and lower face, then helped her expel the red rubber glob from her mouth.  Johari provided the same service for Jess.  Drinks of cool, clear water followed... as did the girls' submitting to having their faces scrubbed with mild soap and wet washcloths and their teeth brushed with Wintergreen-flavored toothpaste.  Then, it was out the door and down the hallway.

A brief journey led to a nondescript door.  Jane took hold of both captives while Johari unlocked and opened said door.

The space beyond was more-or-less a small, conventional, and spartan hotel or motel-style bedroom with a single queen-size bed, a chest of drawers (with locking drawers), an alcove with a commode, small washbasin and wall-mounted grooming mirror, and a closed and locked (probably) closet door.

"Bed," Johari suggested to Jess, pointing to the bed in question.

Jess took the hint, padded to the bed, and sat on the edge of its semi-hard mattress.

Meanwhile, Jane was making short work of Kim's box-tie.  Soon, the disgruntled little blonde was rubbing her wrists (even though they didn't really need it), all the while glowering at her fellow employee, rigger, handler, and now her handler.  Kim was now totally naked (not counting her obedience collar) and decidedly not happy.

"Your mother's orders are as follows," Jane said as she quickly and sloppily coiled the former box-tie rope and tossed it to Kim.  "You're to bind Miss Flores' ankles, feet, and big toes, then make sure she doesn't escape during the night... and if you don't do as Big Blondie says, you'll both spend the night in there."  She was pointing at the closet.

Kim heaved a sigh.  She knew the closet's interior was only about twice the size of an upright gym locker.  It wasn't even a decent coat closet and wouldn't allow even a single occupant to spend the night in comfort, much less two occupants.  She intensified her scowl, this time favoring both of her smiling (gloating) fellow employees.

"Needless to say," Jane added, pointing at Jess (whose brown eyes were wide again), "she is not to be untied during the night."  With that, she planted a kiss on Kim's pouting lips, turned, and padded out the door.

Johari followed, pausing only long enough to also kiss Kim's sullen mouth and to whisper, "Feel free to make out with your girlfriend, Kimmikins."

The bedroom door closed—Thud!—the lock turned—Click!—and Kim and her "girlfriend" were alone.

Jess stared at Kim from the bed.

Kim stared down at Jess, the tangle of rope still clutched in her hands.  Thanks to her collar she couldn't reassure Jess that everything would be okay (not counting the many intricate and inescapable bondage demonstrations looming in her friend's immediate future).  She couldn't even apologize for her mother being a Prize Bitch and lashing them together for what had to have been at least a full hour.  Unfortunately, Kim had no choice but to follow her maternal unit's orders and bind Jesss ankles, feet, and big toes together so she couldn't roll off the bed and hop around the bedroom.  Wouldn't want that to happen, now would we? Kim silently fumed as she prepared the rope for duty, then set to work.

Very quickly the deed was done.  Jess's ankles, feet, and big-toes were neatly and tightly tied together and she was lying full-length on the bed.

As for making out, as far as Kim was concerned that was not going to happen... at least not right away.  They'd share the bed and snuggle together, of course... for comfort.  Maybe she'd kiss Jess goodnight.  Maybe.  But there would be no snogging (as the Brits put it)... at least not right away.

Just then the overhead lights winked out, plunging the bedroom into total darkness... at least until Kim's eyes adapted and she realized a string of green, weakly glowing LED nightlights encircled the room at baseboard level.  She had adequate light to climb onto the bed and snuggle close to Poor Jess.

Kim heaved yet another sigh, lying close and wrapping her arms around Jess's upper body.  Once again they were face-to-face, boob-to-boob, tummy, to tummy, etc.  Wouldn't want to disappoint Mother, Kim silently fumed.  That would be rude and unprofessional.