by Van © 2025
		Chapter 7

Kim had always been impressed with her mother's skill as a rigger.  Her mastery of all things bondage was anything but new.  There might be Shibari/Kinbaku masters in Nihon who knew more about tying up naked damsels than Becky Bynder, but not very many.  Anyhoo...

Based mostly on tactile and kinesthetic input Kim quickly (or eventually) realized her maternal unit was crafting a classic "John Willie ball-tie."  When the final knot was cinched and the free ends tuck away... 

(1.) Kim's arms were tied behind her back with her fist-mummies and wrists crossed and lashed against her coccyx.

(2.) Her elbows were lashed together, very nearly touching.

(3.) Her upper arms were tightly roped to her torso.

(4.) She was bent forward at the waist with her legs folded and lashed together and to her arms and torso, smashing her boobs against her thighs, just above the knees.

(5.) In short, she was tightly, tautly, and symmetrically bundled in a matrix of conditioned hemp and balanced on the concrete floor on her knees, toes, and the side of her face.

Poor Kim!  She could barely squirm!  With sufficient effort she knew she'd probably be able to unbalance herself, topple over onto either her left or right side (no doubt landing with a painful thud), but what good would that do her?  And once it happened, squirming her way back up onto onto her face, knees, and toes would be impossible.

The helpless, pathetic, naked little blonde heaved a silent sigh, still mindful of the shock-collar locked around her neck and ready to zap her throat and punish any vocalizations she might be imprudent enough to try forcing past the ventilated rubber sphere plugging her mouth.  By the way... Kim hated ball-ties... unless she was in role of the rigger... as opposed to being the bindee.

"Mother Dearest" was nearly finished crafting her homage to Willie.  Also, she was running out of parts of her darling daughter to bind.  The only remaining question was which variety of the Willie-ball-tie she was going for.  If she stopped now (as far as Kim could tell) it would be the ball-tie the Mysterious Countess "M" inflicted upon Sweet Gwendoline in The Race for the Gold Cup, but...

It happened.  A horizontal rope tightened across Kim's butt, was hitched through the vertical rope already cleaving her butt cheeks, and was cinched tight, further stabilizing that portion of the matrix linking her fist-mummy-and-wrist-bonds to the her ankle-bonds.  Becky was going for the ball-tie Gwen's girlfriend (the formidable and glamorous Agent 89) had inflicted on the gorgeous blonde in The Escape Artiste.  Sweet Gwen had failed to escape from either ball-tie in either story, and Kim didn't think she had much chance of escaping as well.

And then, Kim's maternal unit went beyond Willie by using a length of hemp twine to tie Kim's big-toes and feet together and linking them to her ankle-bonds!

It was blatant overkill and totally unnecessary... so Kim was in no way surprised.  At Becky Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp, at certain points in the curriculum too much is never enough.

So... Kim was naked, her fingers and hands mummified, an obedience collar locked around her neck, a ventilated ball-gag plugging her mouth, and bundled in a masterfully rigged Willie-ball-tie of the Escape Artiste variety... with cruel and unusual toe bondage!  In the only act of rebellion available to her, given the circumstances, Kim refused to execute her required and expected Courtesy Struggle.  She remained perfectly still in her incredible bonds.  Rude?  Yes.  But Kim didn't care.  (Either that or she did struggle and squirm for all she was worth but was too well tied for her audience to be able to tell.)

And speaking of Kim's audience...

Becky gazed down at her bundled offspring with the satisfaction of a job well done and motherly pride that her Darling Kimmie had grown up to become such a comely little Damsel-in-Distress.

Jess, who was contending with her own lack of clothing, mummified fists, shock-collar, drool-inducing ball-gag, and the elaborate and tight shrimp-tie Kim had inflicted upon her before Mother Bynder arrived and ball-tied her former binder, blinked and stared at her fellow petite hottie's predicament.  Would she trade her shrimp-tie for Kim's ball-tie?  No.  Probably not, but being bound in the lotus position with a rope-enforced forward-leaning crunch thrown in for good measure was no walk in the park.

Becky had positioned her daughter to allow the bindees to "enjoy" a decent view of each others predicaments (from exactly one perspective each).  So, they could blink their blue and brown eyes (respectively) and stare at each other... and they did.  Still smiling the wicked variant of her trademark glamorous dimpled smirk, Becky padded to a position where the ball-tied and shrimp-tied (respectively) naked damsels could see her as well, then cleared her throat.

"Ahem."

Both damsels shifted their gagged gazes to the grinning 40-something blonde.

"About that surprise I mentioned earlier..."  (She was addressing her ball-tied daughter.)  "Two days ago the Gilmores and the other senior producers of Corporate Divestment held a meeting."  She winked at Jess.  "Minus their star, of course.  Anyway, among other things they discussed the casting of the movie's only remaining major role."

Kim blinked her blue eyes.  Corporate Divestment was Jess's current project, of course, as well as the direct reason Jess was currently one of her mother's clients/victims.

"Cutting to the chase," Becky continued, "they agreed to forego the auditioning process and offer the part to you, Kimberly!"

Kim blinked her blue eyes, again.  Huh?  Me?  Wait.  What part?

Becky's smile became a grin.  "You were busy when they called, so I accepted on your behalf."  Her smile returned to full brightness.  "Isn't it wonderful?!"

Well, yeah, Kim thought, but you didn't think to tell me, or ask me if I wanted the role?  She heaved a ball-gagged and prudently silent sigh.  Well, of course I want the part... but it would be nice to have been actually asked.

"The Gilmores stipulated that you'd have to complete the entire Bondage Boot Camp curriculum," Becky added, "but I reminded them that you're one of my instructors and talked them down to an abbreviated refresher course."  Her dimpled smile turned decidedly wicked.  "We can take the opportunity to expand your experience with the more advanced positions and predicaments, so it's a win-win for all concerned!"

Yeah, a real 'win-win', Kim mused, glaring at her maternal unit.  Given a choice the Gilmore Gazillionaires will always opt for somebody getting tied-up, even when they're not there to watch and gloat... and as for you, Mother...  Her gagged-stare became a gagged-scowl.  How dare you perpetrate a staff prank in the middle of formal client sessions!  It's... unprofessional.  She squirmed in her bonds (or, given the severity of the ball-tie, shivered in her bonds).  I bet Jane and Jo are in on this, she fumed.  I'll have to take revenge on all of them when they least suspect it... and I'm not tied up like a stuffed rump roast ready for the oven.

Kim glanced at Jess, her fellow naked, elaborately bound, shock-collared, ball-gagged, and totally helpless captive, and noted the gorgeous little hottie was smiling at her above her ball-gag.  Wait... you're an executive producer on the movie, right?  You already knew about Mother's 'surprise,' didn't you!  You might not have been at the meeting Mom was talking about, but I bet you knew I was on the short-list for the part... whatever it is...didn't you!  Kim decided to add Jess to her roster of despicable conspirators and favored the smiling, shrimp-tied, petite prisoner with the same ball-gagged scowl she'd just directed at her Mother.

"Now, darling," Becky continued, "I know you have a million questions for Jessica about your part, the script, your other costars, and the movie in general, and I'm sure she has a million answers, so I should probably remove your gags and turn off your collars..."  She paused for effect.  "But what would be the fun in that?"  She then blew both helpless damsels an air-kiss—"M'wah!  M'wah!"—turned on her bare heels, padded to the chamber door, and made her exit.

Needless to say, Kim and Jess remained behind... and neither one of them was particularly happy about it.

The next five days were eventful, memorable, and instructive for Becky's clients (and her beloved daughter).

Holly, Mattie, Jess, (and Kim) were introduced (or reintroduced) to variants of the kimono-tie, reverse-prayer-tie, behind-the-head-two-hand-tie, and carrying-the-rifle-tie, as well as further variants of the hog-tie, shrimp-tie, and box-tie.  There was also practical demonstrations—meaning more practical demonstrations—of gagging technology, including tape-gags, cloth cleave-gags, ball-gags (of course), bit-gags, panel-gags, head-harnesses (with various mouth-plugs), and even vet-wrap-cranial-mummifications!

Kim was furious!  She neither required, desired, nor deserved a refresher course in General Bondage.  Mom was just being a prize bitch, and Jane and Jo were going along with it... as well as clearly enjoying her ongoing multiple predicaments waaay too much!

On the other hand, Jess, the actual paying customer, was an attentive student.  Unhappy?  Perhaps, but attentive, and the same went for Holly Warden and Matilda Greene, the other two paying-customers/students.  Kim and Jess randomly encountered Holly and/or Mattie as one or the other of them was being dragged to one of the classrooms for instruction/training or to the gym for mandatory restrained exercise.  In fact, as far as Kim could tell, the students/clients showed great interest in the various ties being inflicted on their naked bodies, were overtly enthusiastic in the execution of their required Courtesy Struggles, and afterwards languished with genuine sincerity.

To be clear, Becky Bynder had been hired to instruct her clients and not to torture and/or abuse the gorgeous, talented, and highly sought after young stars.  Also, none of their bondage sessions were longer than an hour... or possibly two, not counting the time required for rigging and de-rigging.  In addition, there were rest periods between rope sessions and scheduled naps with only light-but-inescapable bondage.  Further, there were the mandatory exercise periods.  The Boot Camp's dedicated gymnasium was equipped with running, rowing, step/climb, and Nautilus machines, all of which were equipped with "safety straps" and/or padded wrist and ankle-cuffs.

Also, the clients (and Kim) were not kept gagged for hours on end, only when they were directly engaged in instructional bondage (and the subsequent languishing).  Obviously, not "damaging the merchandise" was a high priority.  Bruised or otherwise injured lips and mouths might require the use of excessive makeup to hide the damage and might even lead to production delays while the "boo-boos" healed.  It just wouldn't do!

So, when they weren't gagged, Holly, Mattie, and Jess were "free" to ask questions and make suggestions, right?  In a word: not-so-much!  Nor was Kim allowed to gripe, complain, or make biting, rude, snarky, and devilishly clever remarks.  All three students (and Kim) continued contending with obedience collars that were continuously powered up and ready to shock their throats, and the horrid fashion accessories were changed once a day to insure their batteries were always at or near full charge.  That meant Jo and Jane, who did most of the rigging, were free (actually free) to work without being pestered by chatty or whining students (and Kim).

Becky did pop in to watch (gloat) now and then, and occasionally the paying students' collars were turned off (but never Kim's collar) and Holly, Mattie, and Jess were allowed to ask questions.  By their expressions they didn't seem to mind their near total and technologically enforced "vows of silence."  Go figure.

In other words, as far as Kim could tell, she was now part of a "normal" Boot Camp class in which there were two sets of costar-clients, Holly and Mattie being one and Jess and Kim herself the other.  Each duo was undergoing the experience as a pair.  Such was often the case when Becky's student/clients had been cast in the same production.  Becky called it a "bonding experience" (pun intended).  However, when clients were booked as "singles," they experienced Becky's curriculum mostly all on their lonesome.

Adding insult to injury (or cuddling to languishing), when night arrived Jess and Kim were led (meaning dragged, especially in the case of Kim) to a concrete "bedroom" with a single queen-size canvas-covered mattress on the floor.  There was also a simple stainless steel commode, a compact washbasin/drinking fountain, but no other furnishings whatsoever (if you didn't count the very solid steel door that locked from the outside).  The bonds of one of the student would be reduced to a minimum, the other would be untied completely, they were wished a pleasant good evening (often with an addendum that they should not let the nonexistent bedbugs bite), the door would close and its lock engaged—Thud!  Click!—and they were in for the night.

Oh-by-the-way, as their fist-mummies and obedience collars were still in place, whichever roommate wasn't bound still couldn't untie any knots, nor could Kim or Jess discuss anything, including the current draft (and draft-history) of the script of their movie, which Kim had yet to read.  She hadn't even heard a plot summary!

Naked and helpless, they had no choice but to recline on the mattress and cuddle together for comfort and emotional support.  What choice did they have?  When Kim was the one not wrist and/or ankle-bound, she wrapped her arms around Jess and they snuggled.  When Jess was the one with unrestricted limbs she returned the favor.

They assumed Holly and Mattie's circumstances were similar but were unable to share or confirm their suppositions until much later, well after graduation.  Actually, Kim was virtually certain Holly and Mattie's nocturnal accommodations were strikingly similar if not identical to her own.  Co-star snuggling was standard operating procedure at Becky Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp.

Day six dawned and breakfast was served, meaning it was fed to the clients (and Kim) by Jane and Jo, and for once all three clients (and Kim) ate together.  By-the-way, the cuisine was always excellent at Becky Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp, as well as entirely adequate but not too filling so as not to interfere with the rigorous/restrictive instructional regime.

Anyhoo, once the meal was over, Jane and Jo worked as the highly trained, experienced, and practiced team that they were to perpetrate identical bondage predicaments on all three of the client/students in their care (and Kim).  This was accomplished one subject at a time, which meant Holly, Mattie, Jess, and Kim had no choice but to wait their turn while the transition happened to the others... then themselves... then any remaining others.  They'd been naked, bound, and shock-collared the entire time while being fed, but now, when Jane and Jo were finished, they were still naked, bound, and shock-collared.  The change was to the "bound" part.  Now, they all sported identical simple crossed-wrists-behind-the-back-ties.

Next, they were herded down the hall to a chamber the clients had not yet visited, a generous-but-in-no-way-huge concrete space.  Its furnishings were a stainless steel sink, a pair of steel cabinets, a steel lab or serving cart with wheels, and a chair... a rather ominous chair.  It was more-or-less a skeletal barber chair with quite obviously fully adjustable motorized joints, as well as a padded seat, back, armrests, footrests, and headrest.  Also, there were medical-restraint-style cuffs and straps at strategic positions, all dangling open and waiting to restrain the hypothetical occupant of the chair.  Ominous.

Also, being the experienced and fully trained member of the Beck Bynder's Boot Camp staff that she was, Kim knew exactly where and why the clients (and herself) were at their current location.  It was the appropriate time in their clients' programs.  They were in the "Mani/Pedi Room."

Kim rolled her eyes and glared at Jane and Jo.  She might be silenced by her obedience collar, as well as being naked with her fist-mummies tied behind her back, but she could and did favor her handlers with her most fearsome pout of Profound Betrayal and Personal Disappointment.  Just because her Mother was their boss (and they loved her like she was their mother) they were continuing with this extended prank (and unexpected career opportunity) by continuing to treat Kim like she was just another naked client and not their beloved coworker!  It was infuriating.  If this kept up, in Kim's eyes, they were going to become coequal conspirators in her parental unit's inexcusable and perfidious plot.

Anyhoo... Holly went first.

Kim, Mattie, and Jess watched as their fellow prisoner/captive/kidnap-victim was led (dragged) to the chair, her naked butt planted on the padded seat, and her ankles secured to the footrests with the attached padded leather cuffs.  Then, her wrist rope were untied and removed, her wrists secured in the armrests' padded cuffs, and the straps tightened across her torso, above and below her boobs, and her waist.  Holly was in the chair to stay!

The clients who were not Holly (and Kim) might have taken the opportunity to either stage a revolt and/or escape, but the chamber's door was closed, their wrists still tied behind their backs, their fists were still mummified, and therefore resistance was still futile.  They had no choice but to watch as Jane and Jo strolled to the left cabinet.  Jane opened its door, revealing shelves and drawers loaded with various bottles, cardboard cartons, and stacks of towels.  Jo started loading the steel cart with various items while Jane strolled back to Holly and the chair, smiling and clacking a pair of stainless steel bandage scissors!  Then, still smiling (gloating) and continuing to clack the scissors for maximum dramatic effect... Jane proceeded to give Holly's left hand a fist-mummy-ectomy!

That is, Jane carefully slid the scissor's blunt-probe-tipped blade under the the latex and tape margin and slowly, carefully, methodically sliced her way through the layers, allowing Holly to finally relax her fist.  She then continued until Holly's hand and fingers were totally latex and tape free!

Kim had known this was going to happen all along, of course, so only Holly, Mattie and Jess had been initially anxious (especially Holly).

Meanwhile, Jo had wheeled the cart to the chair, bringing a washbasin, a two-liter bottle of water, bottles of various soaps and lotions, and stacks of gauze pads and hand towels to the party.  Jane switched to freeing Holly's right hand and Jo used her supplies to gently and thoroughly cleanse and moisturize Holly's newly exposed left hand and give her a manicure.  And once Jane had accomplished the right fist-mummy-ectomy she stepped back, Jo shifted to the right side of the chair, then gave Holly's remaining hand, fingers, and nails similar aftercare.

Next, Holly was released from the chair and led/dragged to the cabinet area.  This time Jane opened the door of the right cabinet, revealing horizontal shelves laden with an abundance (a plethora, if you will) of neatly wrapped coils of hemp rope.  Then, to nobody's great surprise (especially Kim), bondage happened.

Holly's arms were folded and raised behind her back and she soon found herself contending with an elaborate, tight, and clearly inescapable box-tie of the near-reverse-prayer variety.  Jo did most of the rigging with Jane providing damsel-control and gloating support.  Not only did the final result pin Holly's upper arms to her torso with shoulder-yoking ropes anchoring the bind above and horizontal and diagonal ropes pinning her upper-arms to her sides and framing, crisscrossing between and slightly squeezing her boobs, but the tie also had a waist-and-crotch-harness to anchor it below—and in a first for Holly's visit to Becky Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp, the crotch-harness framed, pressed together, and cleaved Holly's labia, and the cleaving pair of strands had periodic figure-eight knots!  It was a work of art... and was overtly kinky!

By-the-way, this caught Kim by surprise, meaning the kinky part.  Crotch-ropes were usually not of the pussy-cleaving variety at Becky Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp.  Hmmm...

Frowning, wincing, pouting, and biting her lower lip for dramatic emphasis, Holly conducted her required and expected Courtesy Struggle.  Her obedience collar continued discouraging (vetoing) critical comments and/or complaining remarks, but clearly she was not only helpless but suitably impressed by Jo's rigging expertise.

Wide-eyed and staring, Mattie and Jess were also impressed.

As for Kim, not so much.  It wasn't that she found fault with Jo's rope-work.  Holly's elaborate hemp predicament was neat, tight, symmetrical, balanced, aesthetically pleasing, and entirely up to Mother's demanding standards.  The problem was, Kim knew she was almost certainly going to experience the same elaborate box-tie with kinky-box/crotch-tie when it was her turn, and she'd just as soon pass.

Mattie went next.

Jess followed.

Soon (eventually), the three naked, box-tied (with crotch-harnesses) brunettes were milling around the chamber, occasionally squirming and weakly testing their new bondage, fluttering their newly freed fingers, and watching as Kim took her turn in the chair... then was box-tied.

This fourth and final time there was a difference.  Not only was Kim the only blonde in the room, but she squirmed, kicked, twisted, and fought her fellow staff members for all she was worth on a continuous basis!  The problem was, Jane and Jo were not only taller that their petite colleague, but were every bit as skilled in the art of rigging and damsel-handling as Kim.

Holly, Mattie, and Jess enjoyed the show, but the outcome was never in doubt.  Kim was helpless (increasingly helpless) throughout the fist-mummy-ectomy, manicure, and box-tying processes.  Jane and Jo didn't even have to play their shock-collar trump card.  Also, rather than being angered by Kim's resistance, Jane and Jo were overtly amused, and this didn't make Kim any more cooperative.  In fact, the naked little blonde redoubled her resistance, but it still didn't do her any good.  Eventually both Kim and her riggers were flushed, panting, and visibly glowing.  It was quite a spectacle!

When the proverbial dust settled, all three clients (and Kim) were identically naked, box-tied, and obedience-collared... but Jane and Jo weren't finished.

This time, Kim went first.  Jane (smiling like a beautiful but depraved fiend), produced a red silicon-rubber tongue-trapping, bite-protecting, and mouth-plugging glob, and stuffed it in Kim's scowling mouth while Jo held the petite prisoner's head steady.  She then snipped a six to seven inch strip from a wide roll of Microfoam-type medical tape... tautly stretched it between her hands... plastered it over Kim's mouth and lower face... then smoothed it with her fingers for optimal and maximal adherence, all the while continuing her gorgeous/sinister smile.

Remarkably, Kim didn't attempt to disrupt the gagging procedure by kicking Jane, her supposed friend and colleague, between the legs and directly in her muffin-basket, but she seriously considered it.  Wiping that irritating gloating smirk off Jane's beautiful face might have been worth the resulting zap across her larynx... but it wasn't Jane's (or Jo's) fault that her Mother had turned into a stereotypical demented villainess.  Her fellow staff members might be fully complicit in her ongoing and entirely undeserved persecution, but they weren't responsible, not like Mother.  However, Kim did favor Jane with a truly withering and angry blue-eyed stare.  It was expected.

Next came The Gagging of Jessica Flores... followed by The Gagging of Matilda Greene... followed by The Gagging of Holly Warden.  All four damsels now sported identical silencers in the form of bright-red, mouth-filling, tongue-trapping, and bite-protecting globs and taut lower-face-covering strips of thick, wide, off-white tape.

"All right then, ladies," Jane said with a clap of the hands.  "I'm going to lead the way to one of our 'special classrooms'..."  She used air-quotes for special (and irritating) emphasis.  "And you're going to follow like docile damsels."

Jo smiled and held up her copy of the compact little remote that controlled the clients' (and Kim's) throat-zapping collars.  "And in case any of you are thinking of cutting class and taking a self-guided tour in search of an exit..."  She gave the remote a little wave.  "I've slaved all four of your collars together, so to speak, so if one of you tries to scamper off, all four of you will receive a severe reprimand.  Do you understand?"

Mattie, Jess, and Holly exchanged worried and tape-gagged frowns... then nodded.

Kim continued her tape-gagged glower.  She knew Jo's threat of group punishment wasn't a bluff (probably), but the aforementioned "reprimand" would be an unpleasant but not debilitating zap.  If Jane and Jo were really worried about any of them escaping, they'd be hobbled and/or tied together in a coffle.  She heaved a tape-gagged sigh.  Also, torturing paying customers with arbitrary electrical agony is bad for business.

Gloating in a supremely irritating manner, Jane opened the door, stepped across the threshold, then made a graceful and irritating hand gesture for them to follow.  "Off we go!"

The clients exchanged another collective glance, Kim continued her gagged scowl, and the parade began.  Jane was in the lead... the naked, box-tied, shock-collared, and tape-gagged damsels followed in a loose mob... and Jo brought up the rear.

Ow! Kim silently winced as she padded down the corridor at the back of the damsel herd.  I hate crotch ropes... unless I'm the one doing the tying.  And where the hell are we going? she wondered.  Why are we heading for a 'special classroom?'  This isn't normal... so to speak.  What the hell is Mommy Dearest up to now?

Kim turned her head and glowered at Jo, who sweetly smiled back.  You're no help!  She faced front, heaved a silent sigh, and continued putting one bare foot in front of the other.