woman was dressed in a bodysuit of black Darlex. Comprised
of a thin layer of neoprene sandwiched between two layers of
spandex, the skintight garment hugged and revealed her every
curve, where they weren't covered by black leather, that is.
Her feet were laced into knee-boots with ridiculously high
heels, keeping them permanently in the pointe position,
and a punishingly tight corset with steel stays constricted her
waist from her hips to just below her Darlex-encased breasts.
There were additional accessories which, taken together, caused
her ensemble to cross the line from kinky into bondage.
A single-sleeve armbinder restrained her arms behind her
back. It laced closed, like the boots and corset, and its
cruel, cunning design pressed her fingers, hands, and forearms
together along their entire lengths. For added security,
it incorporated broad, thick straps that buckled around her
wrists and just above her elbows.
A full-length body-harness of similar straps encircled her torso
and pressed the armbinder against her spine. Individual
straps yoked her shoulders, passed above and below her breasts,
encircled her corset-constricted waist, dove between her legs to
cleave her Darlex-covered crotch and anchor the ring at the tip
of the armbinder, then continued down her legs to encircle her
thighs, pass above and below her knees, across the shins and
calves of her boots, and bind her ankles. The final strap
passed under the boots' heels and buckled across their insteps.
A posture collar similar to the corset, all the way down to the
details of the stitching and its use of steel stays, restricted
the movement of the woman's head. It also served to anchor
both the upper portion of the body-harness and the top of the
The woman's head was completely covered by a Darlex hood.
It had openings for her eyes and mouth, as well as a pair of
small holes over the woman's nostrils, but at the moment a
blindfold covered her eyes and a panel-gag pressed against her
The gag included a large wedge of medium density foam and was
breathable, in that a small steel tube pierced both the
mouth-filling plug and the leather panel. The end of the
tube could be sealed with a small screw-cap, but at the moment
the cap was loose and dangling at the end of a light, strong,
three-inch retaining chain.
None of the woman's skin was visible, not counting the limited
exposure of her flaring nostrils, and there were additional
elements to her predicament.
Earbuds, tiny headphones, had been inserted into her ears before
the application of the hood. They attached to a compact
Bluetooth transmitter clipped to the back of the
armbinder. The transmitter, in turn, linked to the
household electronics and could broadcast music, voice, white
noise, or act in a noise-cancelling capacity. The later
two options made the earbuds quite effective earplugs.
At the moment, white noise was droning in the woman's ears.
Finally, and it was in no way a minor detail, a large, pill-type
vibrator was lodged in the woman's vagina and both the Darlex
catsuit and the body-harness' crotch-strap were making very sure
it stayed there. It also had a Bluetooth control unit and
battery pack, which was clipped to the front of the body harness
and provided computer control of the timing and intensity of the
pill's vibrations. The intruder was currently sending a
never-ending series of weak pulses through the woman's pussy
that were more or less synchronized with the beating of her
The woman wasn't entirely sure of her exact location.
She'd been rendered into her current helpless state and then
carried to wherever she was. She could tell she was lying
on a hard surface, possibly a concrete floor, and that was
all. She was mildly overheated and had begun to sweat, but
that wasn't a clue. Encasement in Darlex and leather
always made her sweat. She squirmed in her bonds and
rolled on the floor... then relaxed, panting through her
nostrils... then squirmed and rolled some more. Wherever
she was, it was a large space. Perhaps further
"exploration" would bring her to a piece of furniture or some
other clue. She rolled again... and bumped against
something solid, either a very large cabinet or a wall, but
nothing with a telltale shape. Not that she was in a
condition that allowed her to sense much if anything about
anything, of course.
Anyway, she'd come up against something hard. She writhed
and kicked and squirmed some more, and decided the "it" in
question was a wall. She still didn't know where she was.
Suddenly, the white noise stopped and was immediately replaced
by a familiar, disembodied female voice. It was the young
"Good news, naughty girl," Mistress' voice said. "Your
friend has taken the bait. As we speak—or rather, as I
speak—she's walking into the trap."
The woman twisted her bound body, kicked her bound legs, and
forced a scream past her gag. "Mrrrpfh!"
"It's no use," her Mistress chuckled. "You can't do
anything to stop it, not now. And besides, you've only
just begun to work off your weekly demerits."
The woman continued struggling, but it was true. She
couldn't help her friend. She couldn't even help herself.
"Well, I just thought you'd like to know," Mistress
continued. "I'll leave you to it."
The white noise returned and the woman stopped her pointless
struggles and heaved a gagged sigh—which turned into a gagged yelp!
The pill had suddenly given her an electronic goose, a
one-second pulse at full power! It immediately returned to
its former low power setting, but... Wait for it...
Yes, she was sure. The control program was in "crescendo
mode." The vibration was now continuous and was slowly,
ever so slowly, increasing in intensity. She knew it would
do this repeatedly, in stages, buzzing for prolonged periods at
slowly escalating levels. It would then pause for several
seconds, then buzz again, each time increasing the average
intensity and quickening the pace.
Eventually... she would cum. Then, there would be a
rest period, with her helpless, sweaty, and panting in her
Darlex and leather cocoon. And then, it would all begin
Eventually... Mistress would decide she'd settled her
account, her demerits had been expunged, and her "detention"
would be over.
Not that it mattered. Mistress was always finding fault
with her behavior—tardiness at meals, failure to properly clean
her room, slacking off during her regularly scheduled exercise
periods, etc. Mistress would always find
fault. Even if she was perfect, the woman knew she'd still
be charged with demerits and Mistress would sentence her to
The woman squirmed in her tight, inescapable, sweaty encasement,
the white noise continued to drone, the pill continued to buzz,
and it was horrible—and wonderful!
|The Curious Case...
looked up as she entered the building. It wasn't the most
impressive edifice in the Chicago Loop district, but it was
impressive enough. She crossed the lobby and summoned an
elevator. The upper portion of the stainless steel door
was sufficiently polished to serve as a mirror, and she took the
opportunity to examine her slightly distorted reflection.
Smart business suit: heels, skirt, blouse, and jacket, stylish
Makeup subdued but nonetheless enhancing her beauty—okay, her cuteness—Check!
Riot of shoulder-length, ginger-red curls under control, or what
passed for under control on a good hair day—Check!
Expression of confidence and professional competence—Check!
The car finally arrived, the door opened, and she pressed the
button for the thirty-second floor. Outwardly, Kennedy was
a self-assured young professional. Inwardly... not so
much. She wasn't exactly a wreck, but she was very
nervous. This could be it! This could be her Big
Ever since graduation from Lewis & Clark University, Kennedy
had been struggling to break into the antiquities market.
She'd served a paid internship at a reasonably prestigious
auction house, two years of living on Ramen noodles and cheap
takeout, two years of chimp work for ungrateful, snooty
Specialists and Assistant Directors, two years of networking—and
then, she'd taken the plunge and ventured out on her own as a
It was rough. The competition was brutal, with the
established firms getting most of the clients. So far, she
was surviving, but it was rough.
And then, out of the blue, she was summoned to meet with one
Renee Vidler at the offices of Vidler International. She'd
done her due diligence and researched the company, but other
than the usual—the firm's ranking on the Fortune 500, summaries
in various business registers, documents on the public record,
etc.—she hadn't learned all that much. Vidler dabbled in a
lot of things, like financial services, shipping, and
communications, but there wasn't a lot of detail
available. That also applied to the CEO. She was a
mystery. Kennedy could find virtually nothing about her on
the internet. Her name was on Vidler's quarterly reports,
yes, but that was just about it.
So why does she want to see me?
Kennedy's best friend at Lewis & Clark had been named
Vidler, Vivienne Vidler, to be precise, but Viv hadn't been
loaded. They'd shared dorm rooms and a tiny, cheap
apartment until graduation, but if Viv came from wealth, she's
certainly managed to hide it well. Kennedy smiled as the
elevator ascended. She hadn't thought about Viv Vidler in
a long time and felt guilty that she hadn't tried to stay in
touch. For a while there, they'd been... close.
Kennedy felt a blush color her cheeks, and banished all thoughts
of college shenanigans. She needed to concentrate on the
task at hand, on her Big Break.
The door rumbled open and Kennedy found herself in a very posh
lobby with a very attractive receptionist. Her appointment was
confirmed and Kennedy was led down a maze of hallways to an even
more posh corner office.
Kennedy paused with the receptionist in the open doorway.
An attractive, middle-aged woman was seated at a large,
Hepplewhite-style desk. All of the furniture in the office
was Hepplewhite, but all were quality reproductions, not genuine
antiques. Of that, Kennedy was sure. In any case,
the decorator had done an excellent job. The view out the
expansive windows was of the neighboring buildings and the lake
The woman—Kennedy assumed she was Renee Vidler—was talking on a
smart-phone, but the distance was great and the thick carpet was
doing an excellent job of absorbing most of the woman's
voice. She motioned for Kennedy to enter but continued
talking. The receptionist led Kennedy to a conversation
area, settled her into a comfortable wing chair, then made a
Almost immediately the woman ended her call, pocketed her phone,
strolled towards Kennedy with a friendly smile, and extended her
Kennedy jumped to her feet.
"I'm glad you could come, Ms. McKidd," the woman said as they
shook hands. "I'm Renee Vidler." She gestured
towards Kennedy's chair as she settled into its adjacent
twin. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
Renee Vidler was not only quite obviously wealthy—her designer
business suit was stunning—but she was undeniably
beautiful. Her figure was slender and athletic, her
features even, and her eyes blue. They were, perhaps, a
little cold, but Kennedy chalked that up to their unusually pale
"Would you care for anything?" Renee inquired.
"I'm fine," Kennedy answered.
"So, to business," Renee purred. "I own an estate in
Michigan, near Ontonagon on the Upper Peninsula. It's been
in the family for generations and over the decades has
accumulated a large quantity of furniture, knickknacks, and the
like. I believe it's all been inventoried and some is in
storage, but I need someone to verify the catalog and do an
Kennedy nodded. "If I might ask, do you intend to sell?"
Renee shrugged. "I may send some of it to auction, to
relieve the clutter, but first things first. I need
everything evaluated. At the very least it will take
several days, if not weeks, and I must insist on your complete
discretion. The family has always valued its privacy and I
believe some of the items in question are quite valuable and I
don't want to taint the market. Are you free to accept the
Am I ever! Kennedy managed to control her
reaction. This was looking more and more like a very good
gig. "Certainly," she responded. "It sounds like an
interesting challenge. Uh, might I inquire as to how my
name came to your attention?"
Renee's ice-blue eyes sparkled and her lips curled in a
cheek-dimpling smile. "Your name was on the short list my
staff compiled, but it was Vivienne who insisted I make
you the offer."
Kennedy returned Renee's smile. "Vivienne?"
Renee nodded. "My niece. As it will be a live-in
position, I sent the list of candidates to Vivienne, and she
e-mailed it back with every name but your own crossed off."
This was very good news, but... "That's a remarkable
coincidence," Kennedy noted.
"Indeed," Renee chuckled. "Between the two of us, I
suspect that once Vivienne knew I wanted the estate furnishings
appraised, she contacted my staff and made sure you were
Now Kennedy was feeling guilty, very sorry she hadn't tried
harder to keep in contact with her college chum. She also
felt that pesky blush coloring her cheeks again.
"Remember," Renee continued, "complete discretion. I don't
want anyone to know you're working for me. I don't even
want anyone to know you're at the estate. Do you
"Yes, Ms. Vidler."
"Renee, please," Renee chuckled. "And may I call you
"Of course," Kennedy replied.
"Now," Renee said with a broad smile. "Let's settle on
your compensation so my staff can draw up a contract and prepare
the nondisclosure agreement."
Kennedy returned the smile and nodded. This was looking
more and more like her Big Break, and she owed it all to Viv!
|The Curious Case...
couldn't believe her luck. Her contract with Vidler
International couldn't be more favorable. Not only
was her salary at the high end of the scale for appraisal
services, but she was specified as Renee's agent if she decided
to sell anything. This not only sent a cut of the auction
fees Kennedy's way, but insured she would get full credit for
her work. If the contents of the estate were half as
valuable as the documents and photographs Renee had shown her
suggested, this job would not only be a big boost to her bank
account, but would greatly enhance her professional reputation.
And the icing on the cake? Kennedy was given a Vidler
International credit card and a rental car for the drive
north. It was a Lexus ES 500 hybrid with all the bells and
whistles, including satellite navigation, and Kennedy was very
glad it had that option. The sedan had been delivered by a
Vidler employee with her destination already programmed into the
system, and while the Chicago to Milwaukee to Green Bay legs of
the journey hadn't been much of a challenge, the further she
drove into Michigan's Upper Peninsula, the more she found
herself on what were best described as country roads, rather
than highways. Towns became smaller and ever farther
apart, farmland became isolated fields, and then... it was
nothing but trees, trees, and more trees... followed by trees.
The final leg was by far the worst, navigation-wise. She
passed the occasional turnoff, most with chain-link gates, but
mainly it was mile after mile of forest with few, if any, state
or local road signs to provide guidance. If not for the
directions on the Lexus' touch screen, Kennedy was sure she'd be
And then, she was there.
Before her was a tall, motorized gate of steel bars, and to the
left, conveniently positioned for an arriving vehicle, was a
call-box with a video camera lens, speaker, and keypad.
Kennedy triggered her window, but before it had finished
lowering the gate began to rumble open.
"Welcome, Miss McKidd," a tinny, female voice instructed.
"The estate is three miles ahead."
"Uh, thank you," Kennedy answered. I guess there's a
sensor embedded in the road, she reasoned as she closed
her window and pulled through the gate. She watched in the
rear-view mirror as the gate closed behind her. The road
ahead wound through more of the ubiquitous trees without
branching. Her only options were continuing on or turning
Finally, the trees parted and Kennedy beheld what could only be
the estate, and a decidedly eccentric estate it was. What
appeared to be a small castle of at least four stories loomed on
the far side of a low, shrub-covered hill and a modest stretch
of mowed lawn, and built into the hill was a modern-looking
Actually, Kennedy had already seen a floor plan of the estate,
so the surprise wasn't total. She already knew that the
"Castle" was the original structure. The extensive
earth-sheltered additions were much more recent and had more
than doubled the square footage of the estate, but the architect
had made no effort to match the style of the expansion to the
Castle. The combined result was... peculiar, in Kennedy's
She pulled up to an earth-sheltered garage and parked. As
she opened her car door, a side door of the garage opened and
Vivienne appeared—that is, a screaming, giggling, female dynamo
appeared and threw herself at Kennedy—but Kennedy knew instantly
it was Vivienne.
"Ken-doll!" Vivienne squealed as she hugged her friend.
She was wearing sandals, faded jeans, a heather-gray tank-top,
and no bra.
"Good to see ya, Viv," Kennedy said as she returned the hug—and
it was good to see her college chum. "Let me look
at you," she chuckled and held Vivienne at arms length.
"Still sportin' the pixie, I see."
It was true. Vivienne's fine, straight, brown hair was
cropped short in a decidedly boyish manner. It had been so
for as long as Kennedy had known her, but there was nothing else
about the smiling, fair-skinned cutie that was in any way
masculine. Like "Ken-doll" McKidd, "Viv" Vidler might be
short, but had a very feminine physique with all the
right curves in all the right places.
"And you're still rockin' the ginger curls," Vivienne
giggled. "You look great!"
"Right back at ya," Kennedy chuckled.
A tall, athletic, blond woman emerged from the side door and
joined the laughing friends. Kennedy's best guess was that
the newcomer was in her late 30's or early 40's, and she was in
very good shape. She was also quite
attractive. In fact, in Kennedy's opinion, she was gorgeous,
in a Norse shield-maiden sort of way. She was wearing
hiking boots, jeans, and a plaid shirt. It was all
designer label country-chic, both functional and stylish.
Kennedy's outfit was similar. Renee had told her that the
estate was customarily casual, no business suits allowed.
Kennedy's jeans and blouse weren't nearly as expensive as the
blonde's, but she'd found a Western-style blouse in faded
turquoise that complimented her hair and complexion and she
looked great—if she did say so herself.
Vivienne made the introductions. "Kennedy, this is Lena."
"Lena Riemann," the blond said, pumping Kennedy's hand, "cook,
housekeeper, estate manager, and Vivienne's personal trainer."
"That's a lot of hats," Kennedy noted. She also noted
Lena's very firm grip.
Lena shifted her smile to Vivienne. "I have help."
"Speaking of which," Vivienne said, "pop the trunk and let's get
you settled in."
"And give me your keys," Lena added. "I'll park the car
while you and Vivienne handle the luggage."
"Okay," Kennedy answered and she pulled the Lexus' remote from
her jeans pocket. She pressed the button for the trunk,
then handed the remote to Lena. "Thanks."
"My pleasure," Lena said as the ginger and brunette pixies
pulled Kennedy's two suitcases and laptop bag from the trunk and
headed for the side door.
"My pleasure, indeed," Lena muttered under her breath after the
door had closed. A smile an independent observer might
have characterized as sinister curled her lips. She
slammed the trunk, then pulled a second remote from her pocket,
hit a button, and the garage's vehicle door rumbled open.
Lena parked the Lexus next to the estate's other vehicles, made
sure it was locked, then strolled to a steel security cabinet
mounted on the wall near the door to the main house. She
entered a code in the lock's cypher-pad, opened the almost
vault-like cabinet, and hung the Lexus' remote on an empty
hook. Still smiling, she closed the cabinet, listened as
the lock engaged with an authoritative click, then strolled
towards the door to the main house.
|The Curious Case...
It was late in
the day as Vivienne showed Kennedy to a very comfortable little
bedroom in the Castle with an attached bath, so they only had
time for a superficial tour of the estate before dinner.
The original structure was, indeed, referred to as "the Castle"
by the residents, and the more modern earth-sheltered warren was
termed "Down Below" or "the Hobbit Hole." That said, the
Hobbit Hole was hardly a hole. There was a great room, a
formal dining room, an extensive and very modern kitchen, and a
home theater. There was also a small indoor-outdoor lounge
area that overlooked a small lake with a stone pier and a
swimming float anchored some distance from shore.
Kennedy could now see that the entire estate was situated on
more of a hill than she'd at first realized. The rise on
the driveway side had been so gradual as to be almost
unnoticeable, but the slope on the lake side was much more
pronounced. In any case, the estate was well above the
level of the lake and it would take torrential rains of biblical
proportions to flood the place.
The Castle was "authentic," in that it had plastered walls and
most of the furnishings were in the Late Medieval through
Jacobean styles. Clearly, most of the pieces were
reproductions. Kennedy's bed was anachronistically
Queen-sized, but the four heavy posts, canopy, and drapes were
convincingly Medieval. Nothing in her room was antique,
but some of the rooms covered by Vivienne's whirlwind tour held
what looked like some very nice pieces.
The Castle and Down Below had one decidedly odd feature in
common: all the windows were barred. That is, all
the windows were barred, every one. Vivienne explained
that the Castle's bars were copied from the Spanish castle that
had been the original inspiration. The windows themselves
were modern, triple-pane, and well-insulated against the
Michigan winters, but the bars were an affectation—fully
functional, but an affectation.
The barred windows Down Below were more modern, but were even
heavier than those in the Castle. They were a precaution
against bears, Vivienne explained, as was the thick safety glass
of the windows themselves. Racoons were much more of a
nuisance than bears, Vivienne reassured her friend, but if
precautions weren't taken, the local wildlife had been known to
try and force their way inside looking for food. That was
also why all the exterior doors were heavy-duty steel with foam
cores and solidly set in steel frames with electronic
locks. Lena set the alarms at night, securing the entire
estate, but during the day, most of the doors opened freely.
Dinner wasn't exactly a welcoming feast, but the braised short
ribs with roasted beets and carrots was excellent. Lena
was a very good cook.
Lena was also somewhat quiet. She smiled and listened as
Kennedy and Vivienne reminisced about their college days and
caught up on each other's affairs, but she didn't add much to
Vivienne had always been something of a writer, and Kennedy was
pleased to learn she'd already published several short stories
and her first novel. She also painted, and had sold a few
canvases through a small gallery in Ontonagon.
Kennedy was a little embarrassed. Her college roommate and
best friend was a published author, and she hadn't
noticed. In her defense, she'd been busy trying to break
into the antiquities trade and hadn't had time for recreational
reading—or recreational anything, for that matter—but still, she
would have sent her a congratulatory letter, at the very least.
Anyway, Vivienne was her same old bubbly self, and soon Kennedy
was entirely at ease. The excellent red wine Lena served
with dinner helped, but mostly it was the warm, genuine welcome
from her old friend.
After dinner they chatted in the lounge and watched the sun set
behind the forest beyond the lake. Kennedy carefully
avoided the topic of Vivienne's family wealth, and why she'd
kept it such a secret when they were in school. She'd have
plenty of time to pump Viv for all the juicy details and rib her
about it later. It was obvious that verifying the
inventory of the Castle's furnishing would take some time, and
according to Viv there were storerooms under Down Below
with a lot more furniture.
But all that could wait. Tomorrow, she'd hit the
proverbial deck running and start tackling the estate's
records. Tonight, it had been a long drive and Kennedy
could use a good night's sleep.
Vivienne saw Kennedy to her room, wished her goodnight with a
hug and a kiss on the cheek, then left.
Kennedy smiled as she undressed to her panties, then shrugged
into a loose t-shirt. This was how she usually slept, not
wasting money on either pajamas or nighties. She brushed
her teeth in the attached bathroom, pulled back the covers, and
climbed between the sheets of the over-sized but otherwise
There was another topic she hadn't discussed with Vivienne: the
night they got smashed on cheap wine their junior year and
sucked face until they both fell asleep in a tangle of sheets
and naked bodies. Nothing had come of the episode and it
had remained their little secret. Discussing their
inebriated dalliance could also wait... possibly forever.
Anyway, it was good to see Viv again, and tomorrow would be a very
busy day. Kennedy smiled, pulled the sheets and blanket
close, closed her eyes... and drifted off to sleep.
|The Curious Case...
changed into a favorite, though rarely worn, sleeping costumes:
a baby-doll nightie with frilly panties, spaghetti-strap top,
and matching dressing gown, all in gauze-thin, pale-blue silk
organza. It was blatantly sexy, but she loved the way it
felt against her skin and couldn't wait to see Kennedy's
Her bedroom was one floor up in the Castle from Kennedy's
guestroom, She eased open her door, then stepped into the
hallway and carefully, quietly closed the door behind her.
All the lights were out, as usual, but enough moon and/or
starlight was shining through the barred windows to light her
way. She tiptoed on bare feet towards the stairs.
Hand on the rail, she padded down to Kennedy's floor, then
tiptoed to her room. Kennedy's door was just ahead.
She reached for the doorknob and—"Mrrrpfh!"—she was grabbed from
behind and a hand clamped over her mouth!
"Quiet, you little tart," an all too familiar voice whispered in
Vivienne's right ear.
Vivienne's captor was Lena, of course, and the tall,
oh-so-strong blonde was in her preferred sleeping
costume: nothing. Her left arm had Vivienne's arms pinned
behind her back with her elbows crushed together, and her right
hand was sealing Vivienne's lips. The pixie-haired
brunette squirmed and tried to break Lena's hold, but it was
Lena took a step back, taking her captive with her and
maintaining the hand-gag, then spun her wiggling prisoner around
and marched her back to the stairs.
Vivienne continued struggling and mewling as Lena dragged her up
the stairs and down the hall to her room, meaning Lena's
"Didn't I tell you to go slow?" Lena hissed as she opened her
bedroom door and dragged Vivienne inside. "Didn't I tell
you that I'd decide when you could seduce your little
friend?" The questions were rhetorical, as she never gave
Vivienne a chance to answer. She maintained her hand-gag
as she dragged her captive to a cabinet, opened a drawer, pulled
out a pair of panties, and stuffed them into Vivienne's mouth.
Truth be told, Vivienne could have mounted a more credible
resistance. Lena couldn't really keep her helpless and
quiet and have a hand free to open and close doors and give her
an actual gag, but Vivienne knew she dare not resist. A
little squirming and pathetic complaining was allowed, even
expected, but not actual resistance. Soon, a narrowly
folded scarf was keeping the panties in Vivienne's mouth and
Lena was peeling her out of her sexy sleepwear. That was
another reason to carefully moderate her struggles, so as not to
tear the fragile dressing gown, nightie, or panties—meaning the
baby-blue panties Vivienne was soon not wearing, as
opposed to the white pair of Lena's panties that were stuffed in
"I ought to ball-tie you and leave you on the cold floor 'til
morning," Lena growled as she used a roll of Ace bandage to bind
Vivienne's crossed wrists behind her back, "but the inevitable
rope-marks and bruises would probably show, even if you wear
long sleeves tomorrow. So..." She tossed Vivienne
onto her bed, then used a second roll of Ace bandage to bind her
Vivienne whimpered through her gag. She had a good idea of
what was coming.
Lena sat on the bed, then pulled Vivienne across her naked lap,
face down. "You horny, disobedient little slut," Vivienne
purred as she massaged Vivienne's butt-cheeks. "Are you
sorry you disobeyed your Mistress?"
Lena had delivered a very businesslike slap to
Vivienne's left cheek.
"Well?" Lena demanded.
This time it was Vivienne's right butt-cheek.
"M'mmpfh!" The captive frantically bobbed her head.
"I'm not sure I believe you," Lena sighed, and the spanking
"Mrrrfh!" Vivienne wiggled and tugged on her bonds, her
eyes brimming with tears as blow after stinging blow landed on
her defenseless butt.
Finally, but only after the little pixie's butt-cheeks were
flushed a vivid shade of pink, Lena relented. She rolled
Vivienne off her lap and onto the floor, where she landed with a
soft thud, then climbed onto her bed and reclined with her head
and back resting on the pillows she'd already piled against the
Vivienne was weeping, of course. She squirmed onto her
side, then managed, rather awkwardly, to ease herself up onto
her knees. Sobbing through her gag, she locked eyes with
her smiling Mistress, and waited. Would Lena make her
sleep on the floor—naked, bound, and gagged—or would she let her
share the bed?
Lena gazed at the sad, helpless prisoner for several seconds,
then patted the mattress. "Okay, naughty girl," she
chuckled. "I believe you. You're sorry you're a
horny, disobedient little slut."
Vivienne struggled to her crossed, bound feet and flopped onto
the bed, then squirmed her way between Mistress' splayed legs
and rolled onto her stomach. She knew her place.
Lena reached down and pulled the cleave-gag from between
Vivienne's lips, then plucked the panties from her mouth.
"Do a good job, naughty girl," she purred, "or you will
sleep on the floor."
"Yes Mistress," Vivienne sighed, licked her lips, and focused on
Lena's carefully groomed, dark-blond pubic patch and the
crinkled, pink, glistening folds of her pussy. She then
licked her lips and set to work.
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