| by Van ©2017
FOUR DAYS LATER
OPAL HANOVER'S APARTMENT
"They didn't!" Opal gasped.
"They did!" Daphne confirmed. "It was horrid."
Opal and Daphne had just finished an excellent dinner of mixed
salad and whole wheat linguine with basil, bacon, and
shrimp. They were at the small dining table, enjoying the
last of an excellent (but reasonably priced) bottle of Pinot
"For how long?" Opal demanded.
Daphne took a sip of wine before answering, fortifying herself
before continuing the story of her horrific ordeal.
"Forever and ever!" she said, then took another sip.
"Nearly two minutes."
Her glass halfway to her mouth, Opal paused and locked eyes with
her guest. "Two minutes?" she drawled.
"At least," Daphne confirmed, "and after my feet..." A
delicate shudder shook her frame. "...they tickled my
Opal was unimpressed. "Horrid. Two more minutes?"
"At least!" Daphne confirmed. "And after that, they
tickled my feet a second time!"
"Two more minutes?" Opal inquired.
"Yes!" Daphne shuddered, again. "Actually, I may
have rounded up a tad. The entire ordeal probably lasted a
total of five minutes. Maybe four."
"Oh, boo-hoo, you little wimp," Opal chuckled.
"Oh, I like that!" Daphne gasped in outrage. "And I
suppose you've never been tickled."
"Adept as I am at Hatha and the important precepts of Kundalini,"
Opal said with great solemnity, "I'm able to divorce trivial
physical sensations from by spiritual core."
Daphne rolled her eyes. "Of course you can." Opal
was the Harper-Ricci family's most experienced yogi, despite
being younger that Leah and Kate and only slightly older than
her fellow workers. Scout, Erin, and Daphne deferred to
the gorgeous little blonde on all matters yoga. "Anyway,"
Daphne said primly, "it was horrid."
Opal grinned. "And then they untied you and kicked you
"No, actually," Daphne said quietly. "They untied my
ankles and knees, helped me use the bathroom, and I stayed the
night. We shared the bed."
Opal raised an eyebrow.
Daphne blushed. "It's a big bed. Anyway, nothing
happened... not while I was awake, anyway."
"What a shame," Opal chuckled.
Daphne's response was a wounded stare. Also, her blush
deepened. She heaved a sigh, took her hostess' plate and
stacked it atop her own, gathered the dirty flatware, and headed
for the kitchen.
Opal followed with the empty salad and pasta bowls, the
wineglasses, empty bottle, and napkins.
Daphne was wearing a pair of heather-gray spandex tights and an
oatmeal-tan, French-cut T-shirt over a gray sports bra.
Her hostess was in a red, very pretty sleeveless dress.
"Are you sure you want to skip directly to advanced techniques?"
Daphne inquired as they did the dishes and cleaned up the
"I'll let you handle the bulk of the rope training," Opal said,
"but we all agreed that I should concentrate on the meditation
aspects. To do that, I need to explore what you call
'advanced techniques' to see if they present any meditative
challenges I've not already explored. Should we use my
bedroom, as you did with the lovebirds?"
Daphne smiled (in a slightly sinister manner). "Very
well." She indicated Opal's red dress. "You'll have
Opal strolled towards her bedroom, unzipping her dress as she
Daphne retrieved her day-pack from beside the front door and
followed... then paused in the bedroom doorway. Opal had
peeled out of her dress and was removing a pair of thong
panties. She wasn't wearing a bra. A shiver of...
objective appreciation... rippled down Daphne's spine and
quivered between her legs. As always, Opal Hanover's
petite body was exquisitely fit, her skin firm, smooth, and tan,
her figure ideally proportioned, her breasts round and full
without being pendulous, and her features classically
beautiful. She was perfect.
Opal dropped the thong in her laundry hamper, hung the dress
from a hanger in her closet, then turned to Daphne.
"What?" she demanded with a smile, standing perfectly nude (and
perfect in every way) beside her neatly made bed.
"Nothing," Daphne said, then hid her blushing cheeks by turning,
unzipping her pack, and extracting a coil of rope. "So..."
she said as she unhitched the coil, shook it out, and prepared
it for use. "Any pose ideas?"
Still smiling, Opal pursed her lips in thought.
"Hmm..." She padded to a small reading desk and returned
with an iPad.
watched as Opal tapped the screen, slid her finger, negotiated
her way to a web site,
then held the iPad so Daphne could see the screen. She
found herself staring at photographs of a very fit and
undeniably beautiful woman in what Daphne considered to be an
extreme yoga pose. Oh-by-the-way, whoever she might be,
the model/yogi was naked... like Opal.
"Nidrasana," Opal said, smiling brightly, "the 'sleeping
Daphne was dubious. "The sleeping yogi," she drawled, then
focused on Opal. "Do you sleep like that?"
The model was lying on her back with her legs lifted into as
extreme a crunch as was humanly possible. Her ankles were
crossed behind her head! Also, her arms were wrapped
around her thighs, her fingers touched at the base of her spine,
and her armpits were tucked against the backs of her knees.
Daphne was fit, but the least experienced yogi in the
Harper-Ricci family. She figured she might be able to
manage the nidrasana pose as depicted, but suspected she
wouldn't be nearly as relaxed and serene as the model in the
photos, nor would she be able to maintain the asana for very
long before being forced to adopt a decidedly less
pretzel-like pose. However, Daphne wasn't Opal.
Daphne focused on her naked hostess. "Are you completely
insane?" she demanded.
"No," Opal chuckled. "It's a meditative pose."
"Seriously?" Daphne demanded.
"Seriously," Opal nodded. Her smile never wavered.
Daphne returned to gazing at the photos, then reached out and
took the iPad from Opal's hands. She began tapping the
screen, enlarging each of the shots of the pose with an eye
towards rope placement. "I think this is possible."
She handed the iPad back to her hostess, who turned it off and
returned it to the desk. "Okay, on the bed."
"Yes, Rope Mistress," Opal chuckled, then flopped onto her bed
and flowed into the nidrasana pose with her
characteristic fluid grace.
Daphne sighed. Opal made it look so easy. It was
depressing. And hot, Daphne mused. Rope in
hand, she stepped forward and went to work. The smiling Brit
used all four coils of the conditioned hemp rope in her
day-pack, crafting bonds that were neat and efficient and locked
Opal into the pose, but weren't especially elaborate or
excessive (in Daphne's humble opinion).
She used one coil to bind Opal's wrists behind her back, but
seven or eight inches apart. A dozen strands encircled
each wrist, with multiple tight loops wrapped around the ropes
in between. The result was something like a pair of rope
shackles or even stocks. The most important virtue of the
tie—aside from being inescapable—was its comfort. The
ropes wouldn't tighten or pinch Opal's wrists, even if she chose
to struggle, which, at least for the moment, she did not.
Daphne used her second coil to lash Opal's bound wrists to the
foot of the bed, and in the process discovered she needed the
entire coil to accomplish the task. Opal's bed was a low,
Modern-style platform bed with a rectangular frame, multiple
slats to support the mattress and box spring, and six short,
stubby legs, one at each corner and the midpoints on either
side. She looped and cinched a lark's head around the
center of Opal's wrist bonds, passed the doubled rope down and
around the left lower foot of the bed frame, across and around
the right foot, up to Opal's wrist bonds, then straight down the
mattress to the center of the rope between the frame's legs, and
heaved. The two diagonal and one vertical pairs of rope
tightened until they dimpled the edge of the mattress and she
tied a redundant knot.
Daphne used her third coil to lash Opal's crossed ankles
together behind her head, then her fourth and final coil to lash
Opal's ankle-bonds to the upper frame in the same manner she'd
lashed her wrists-bonds to the lower. The final result was
Opal Hanover flat on her back on her bed in the nidrasana
pose and bound in place.
Daphne smiled and stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down at
Opal's smiling face (as well as her breasts and fully exposed
and very vulnerable pussy). The blonde's boobs
were slightly flattened by gravity, but with sufficient volume
to still qualify as magnificent, and her labia were... pretty...
like an exotic orchid.
Daphne continued gazing at her naked, helpless friend.
"Well?" she said, finally.
"Well what?" Opal answered.
Daphne rolled her eyes. "A courtesy struggle would be
"Courtesy struggle?" Opal chuckled.
"Try and escape," Daphne said. "It's expected."
"Oh, I see," Opal giggled. She tugged on her wrist bonds,
then wiggled her bound ankles. "I take it there's a
protocol to this sort of thing?"
Daphne blushed and mentally kicked herself. Bondage
Meditation did not require courtesy struggles. She was
letting her "hobby interests" erode her professionalism.
"It's optional," she said quietly, "meaning courtesy struggles."
"I see," Opal said with a dimpled grin.
A thrill rippled through Daphne's crotch, which she
carefully suppressed. Opal looked so beautiful...
all naked and contorted and tied down. So.
"Well," Opal said, smiling at Daphne, "I suppose I should
meditate awhile. Why don't you watch TV or read or
something for... half an hour?"
Daphne's smile turned coy. "Or a full hour," she
suggested, then turned and headed for the bedroom door.
"Bye," she said brightly, then closed the door. I am
such a tosser, she mused as she flopped down onto Opal's
couch, just like the lovebirds said.
feel like watching TV. Daphne didn't feel like doing much
of anything. She found herself somewhat agitated...
It was how she'd felt after pranking Scout and Erin by taping
their mouths and making them untie each other to (supposedly)
determine their top/bottom status... horny.
That was how she felt... but she didn't dare feel
herself. That is, she didn't dare do anything physical to
relieve her agitation/excitement/horniness. If she
masturbated, she was sure it would be abundantly obvious when
she went back into the bedroom. Opal was a very discerning
person, what with her advanced yoga training and all. Yes,
Opal was discerning. Also... naked and bound in the nidrasana
position on her own bed... Opal was hot!
Daphne didn't have a thing for Opal. Not
really. So, the blonde cutie was hot. So what?
They were all hot. Everybody at work was hot,
including most of their customers. So why was Opal making
Daphne feel all hot and bothered now? She heaved a
sigh of tragic proportions.
It wasn't fair. As far as Daphne could tell, Opal was hot
and not bothered. She was naked, helpless, and
hot! ...but not bothered. Daphne knew it was
true. For the junior staff, yoga was all about
fitness. Only Opal was into the meditative aspects with
any degree of depth. Only Opal could ignore the simmering
(or roiling) eroticism of what was happening.
Daphne's eyes strayed to Opal's bookshelf, then climbed to her
feet and padded to the rows of volumes. There were several
with titles including the words "meditation," "consciousness,"
or "enlightenment," as well as a lot of anglicized
Sanskrit. She selected a book at random and started
turning pages... then perused a second... and a third. She
then heaved a sigh and returned to the couch. Daphne
wasn't in the mood for enlightenment. Daphne was in the
mood for nookie.
Daphne glanced at the digital clock on Opal's
DVR/cable-box. Only twenty-something minutes had passed
since she's abandoned Opal to her naked and contorted fate, but
she decided enough was enough. She'd never had any
intention of leaving Opal in the nidrasana position for
a full hour. Daphne had been teasing... teasing the hot,
naked blonde cutie tied to her bed.
Daphne eased opened the bedroom door and froze in place, her
heart hammering and her breath coming in quiet pants. Opal
was sooooo beautiful. She was also exactly as
Daphne had left her, which was hardly surprising. The
blonde's eyes were closed and her features relaxed, as if she
was asleep. Her tan, smooth skin wasn't glistening with
sweat, nor was a single hair of her ponytail out of place.
Opal was not hot and bothered.
"I believe you're a little early," Opal said quietly, her eyes
So, meditating; not sleeping, Daphne
thought. "Early? I must have noted the start time
incorrectly," she posited (lied).
"I see," Opal purred.
Daphne eyed Opal's helpless form. "So... this really
is a meditative asana." It was a statement, not a
"With experience," Opal smiled.
Daphne was still gazing at Opal's body, especially her
thighs. "I love your skin," she said quietly.
"I love your skin, too, Daph," Opal replied.
"Posh," Daphne scoffed. "I'm pale as milk. You
always have such a gorgeous tan."
"I love the little dusting of tiny freckles you get during the
summer," Opal said with a grin.
"Spots," Daphne huffed. "I hate my spots."
"I love your 'spots'," Opal purred. "We all do."
"Erin and Scout?" Daphne demanded. "You lot talk about my
spots behind my back? I like that." She
wasn't really angry... or offended. Actually, she was
flattered. (She was also blushing.) Daphne placed
her right palm on Opal's right thigh. "Anyway, your skin
is smooth. That's a fact." She slowly slid her hand
up and down, caressing about six or seven inches of the smooth
skin in question... then realized what she was doing.
"Oh! Sorry!" Daphne gasped and withdrew her hand as if
she'd touched the proverbial hot stove.
"That's okay," Opal said quietly. She was still smiling.
Daphne was now blushing furiously, but covered her flustered
state (however poorly) with a wounded pout. "You really
are an adept yogi, impervious to all physical sensation, aren't
you?" she demanded, then locked eyes with Opal. "Sorry,"
she said in a whisper.
Opal's smile never wavered. "I have no choice but to be
impervious," she chuckled. "You couldn't have tied me up
any better. I can barely move."
"Yes," Daphne agreed. Her smile returned, and this time it
was unmistakably mischievous. "I do regret not bringing
"More rope?" Opal demanded with a nervous giggle. "What
could you possibly do with more rope?"
"Well," Daphne grinned, "I'd start by tying a kimono
harness." She noted Opal's puzzled expression. "A
kimono harness can be simple or complex," she lectured, and
began touching Opal's skin with her right index finger as she
indicated the placement of the hypothetical enhanced
bondage. "The upper torso is bound, above or below the
breasts, or both, and the shoulders yoked by passing cinched
ropes under the armpits and against the nape of the neck.
Other ropes can be added that also yoke the shoulders and
squeeze the breast ropes together. Also..." Daphne
gently gripped Opal's left breast and indicated the base with
her finger. "Rope can be wrapped completely around the
breast and tightened, especially with nice generous
breasts, like yours."
"How does that make the bondage more restrictive?" Opal inquired
in a near whisper. Daphne's smile was absolutely evil,
with dimples. (It was also agonizingly adorable, in Opal's
"Oh, it doesn't," Daphne purred, "but it makes the breasts bulge
like pink balloons. I'm not talking about really tight
ropes, of course. That would make them purple.
I don't especially care for purple." She released Opal's
"I see," Opal said. "Come to think of it, I've never seen
you wear purple."
"Never," Daphne shook her head. "Purple is for old
ladies. Anyway," she continued, "I'd loop your ankle ropes
through the harness ropes at the nape of your neck before
lashing you to the upper bed-frame, That way the
kimono-harness would share the tension."
"That's all?" Opal asked.
"Oh, no," Daphne giggled. "I'd lash your upper arms to
their respective thighs, cinching the ropes in between, and use
the free ends to lash you to the respective side-rails of the
bed-frame. That way you wouldn't be able to rock to the
left or right."
"I can just barely do that now," Opal objected.
"And after I was finished," Daphne purred, "you'd be able to do
so even less."
"Well then," Opal sighed. "Thank god you don't have a
"I'm not finished," Daphne purred. She was still smiling.
"I'd gag you."
Opal swallowed nervously (just a little) "Gag?"
Daphne nodded. "I'd start with stuffing of some
sort. When did you last do laundry?"
"I'd use three or four of your thongs," Daphne explained, "or
possibly a pair of rolled anklets. Dirty, of course?"
"D-dirty?" Opal demanded.
"It would be a shame to ruin clean thongs or anklets," Daphne
explained. "You'd have to wash them again. Anyway,
I'd stuff your mouth to capacity, then use a few strands of rope
wrapped around your head and ankle bonds to keep them there,
followed by a nice wide strip of Elastoplast tape."
Opal's eyes were wide. "But... why?"
A thrill rippled through Daphne's lady bits. Opal was
absolutely scrumptious like this. "It would help
you focus," she said. "I was looking in your books.
Ignoring the distractions of the body is difficult. If you
knew you were not only naked and totally helpless, but unable to
call for help or even beg for mercy. You'd have no choice
but to focus."
"At least I've finally got you thinking in terms of the
meditative aspects of all this," Opal sighed. "But why
would I need mercy?"
Daphne's smile widened and became actually more evil
(and adorable). She lifted her day-pack onto the bed,
unzipped the front pouch, and pulled out a rolled bandana.
She placed the bandana on the bed, returned the pack to the
floor, then unrolled the blue and white patterned cloth.
Opal couldn't see much of what Daphne was doing, of course, but
she could see the two objects the grinning Brit held up for her
inspection, one in each hand, and her blue eyes popped wide
in reaction! She was staring at a pair of gray feathers!
"Goose feathers!" Daphne said proudly as she twirled the
feathers. "I found them at a craft store." She
locked eyes with her hostess. "And can you guess what else
I found there?"
"W-what?" Opal stammered.
Daphne returned the feathers to the unfurled bandana and held up
what appeared to me a metal fork. It was gunmetal gray and
its three narrow tines were bent ninety degrees. "Do you
know what it is?" she purred.
"Just tell me," Opal huffed.
"It's made for tending Bonsai trees," Daphne explained.
"It's a tiny little rake. Isn't that clever?"
"Genius," Opal responded.
Daphne turned the rake in her hand, just as she'd twirled the
feathers, and noted how Opal's anxious blue eyes followed the
blue-gray tines. "You're just as ticklish as the rest of
us mere mortals," she said quietly, "aren't you, Opal Hanover?"
"Yes," Opal admitted, "but the difference is, I can rise above
"Oh, darling," Daphne chuckled. "Now you claim you can levitate?"
Opal didn't answer. She stopped staring at the rake and
locked eyes with her devilishly cute (and generally devilish)
"Sorry, darling," Daphne giggled. "I know you aren't
really claiming you can levitate. Besides, I have
you tied down, haven't I?"
Opal returned to staring at the rake.
Smiling and biting her lower lip in concentration, Daphne slowly
reached out and lightly dragged the rake's tines down the length
of Opal's right upper thigh.
"I do believe I saw a slight shiver," Daphne purred. "I
may have been mistaken. Further experimentation is
Opal didn't respond (although there might have been a
ghost of a smile curling her lips).
Still smiling her dimpled smile, Daphne began slowly drawing the
tines up and down the smooth, tan skin of Opal's right thigh...
then did the same to the naked, helpless blonde's left thigh...
then her right thigh, again... then her left thigh, again...
drawing closer and closer to Opal's labia with each languid
"I must say," Daphne purred, "I am most impressed with
your stoicism, asceticism, and... restraint?" She
continued using the rake. Now, she was very close to
Opal's labia. She made three more agonizingly slow,
lambent passes, then heaved a theatrical sigh and returned the
rake to the open bandana. "The proverbial tough nut to
crack." She then lifted one of the goose feathers so Opal
could see it.
Again, Opal was the very picture of composure (gorgeous,
attractive, and possibly smiling composure).
Daphne sighed, again, then her smile returned. "You give
me no choice." She began using the blade of the feather in
much the same manner as she'd used the Bonsai rake, only this
time her target was Opal's labia!
"A veritable rock," Daphne sighed as she continued dragging the
feather slowly up and down Opal's labia. Pass followed
pass followed pass. Then, the dimples of Daphne's smile
deepened. "Oh... here we go. I do believe I see a
delicate blush." She continued stroking the crinkled folds
of pink flesh. "Yesssss," she sighed, "it's
unmistakable. A flower is blossoming."
A hypothetical objective observer would have to agree.
Opal's labia were now flushed and glistening. Her
expression was unchanged, but clearly, Daphne's feather was
evoking a physiological reaction.
"Very interesting," Daphne giggled, then lifted her sparkling
eyes to Opal's breasts. "I wonder..." She leaned
forward and used the feather to tease Opal's left nipple... then
her right nipple... then her left. Both nubbins flushed a
darker shade of pink and slowly grew erect.
"Yesssss. You're certainly further along in denying the
needs of the body than Scout, Erin, or myself... but you aren't
quite there yet, are you, darling?"
"Bite me," Opal said through clenched teeth.
Daphne giggled in response, then returned to stroking Opal's
labia with the feather. "Bite you?" she said in a near
whisper. "I have no intention of biting you.
However..." She continued teasing Opal's pussy. "I
suppose I could try something else." She smiled at Opal's
now unmistakably smiling (and slightly glistening) face.
"With your permission?"
"How can I stop you?" Opal demanded, still through clenched
Daphne shook her head. "Answer me. With.
The tan blonde and pale brunette locked eyes. Then,
slowly, Opal nodded.
Daphne returned the feather to the bandana, then spread Opal's
labia with the fingers of both hands... licked her lips... then
leaned forward and gave Opal's pussy a delicate, kittenish
stroke with her tongue. Her brown eyes remained locked
with Opals' blue eyes. She dragged her tongue the length
of Opal's labia, again, then used its tip to flick against
Opal gasped in response. Her facade was finally cracking.
Daphne continued probing, thrusting, and flicking her
tongue. She also used her fingers and hands to squeeze
Opal's breasts and tease and tug on her nipples. This
continued for some time.
Finally, her tan skin flushed and glowing with perspiration,
Opal's body tensed in her contorted pose... and she shivered
in orgasm. Somehow, she'd retained enough yoga-enhanced
self-control to remain silent. Either that or she wasn't a
ABOUT TWO HOURS LATER
STILL IN OPAL'S BEDROOM
and Daphne were sharing the bed. Both were naked, shining
with sweat, and basking in the afterglow of several orgasms
(crashing and otherwise). as well as a great deal of what Daphne
would call "snogging" and Opal either "making out" or "sucking
face". One of them was tied up; however, it wasn't Opal.
Daphne had finally released Opal from her nidrasana
bondage, and to her amazement, the naked blonde seemed to have
suffered absolutely zero ill effects. Once untied,
Opal executed a luxurious full-body stretch, but she always did
that after a prolonged meditative session.
"One would think you'd have the common decency to at least act a
little stiff," Opal huffed, "or something."
Opal's only response was to smile. And then... she pounced!
Giggling and protesting, Daphne fought like the proverbial tiger
(specifically, the proverbial playful tiger cub) when Opal
grabbed her, shoved her down onto the bed, and peeled her out of
her t-shirt, tights, sports bra, and bikini panties.
Luckily (or possibly because Daphne was pulling her punches)
none of the garments were ripped or even stretched out of
shape. And then, Opal demonstrated a hitherto unsuspected
competence in the art of placing wiggling, giggling, naked
damsels into inescapable bondage.
"You lied to me!" Daphne wailed as the ropes tightened.
She was face down on the bed with Opal astride her back and
crafting a kimono-tie harness, and now—"Ow!"—her captor was
making it a "sadistic" kimono-tie by lifting Daphne's crossed
wrists and lashing them to the back of the torso-harness.
"You don't need lessons in bondage."
"There's always something new to learn," Opal chuckled.
"How much do you know?" Daphne pouted as the final knot was
tied, well beyond the reach of her groping hands and fluttering
Opal flipped Daphne onto her back (and bound wrists), then
settled back down astride her tummy before answering. "My
brothers and their playmates had very active fantasy
lives while we were growing up. My girlfriends and I
became very familiar with the plight of the various
"But no formal training?" Daphne demanded.
"Of course not," Opal responded, then cupped Daphne's breasts
and gently squeezed. "That's what you're here to
do... among other things."
Daphne's wounded pout morphed into a dimpled smile. "Well
then, as your teacher I order you to release me
immediately." A delicate shiver shook her naked
body. "And stop playing with my Bristols."
"Your what?" Opal giggled.
"Knockers, boobs, titties, breasts!" Daphne
Opal grinned, and did not stop. "As your teacher
in meditation," she purred. "I'm most disappointed in your
lack of self-control, the way you're responding to my...
instruction. I fear a great deal of remedial training will
Daphne bit her lower lip, another shiver shook her body, and she
tugged on her bound wrists. "At least I'll be able to skip
forward to advanced techniques," she sighed. "You seem to
have a firm grasp of the fundamentals of rope bondage."
Opal gave Daphne's "Bristols" a particularly firm squeeze.
"Why, thank you. It's good to know that all those
hours my brothers left me tied to trees, chairs, and support
columns in various backyards, playrooms, basements, and attics
have finally paid off."
At that point, all pretense of instruction was abandoned and the
serious snogging and face-sucking commenced... which led to
shagging and boinking.
Finally, exhausted, panting, and shining with sweat, the lovers
lay still. Opal's arms embraced her guest, and Daphne
almost certainly would have returned the favor if she wasn't
still tied up.
"Opal," Daphne said quietly, "untie me."
Opal didn't answer immediately. Her eyes were closed and
her breathing deep and even.
"Opal," Daphne said again, then squirmed in Opal's arms.
"Don't you dare fall asleep! Untie me."
Opal opened one eye and smiled. "Gotcha," she giggled,
then rolled Daphne onto her stomach, straddled her waist, and
began untying her guest's bonds.
"Finally," Daphne sighed as the ropes loosened and slithered
away. "You're a beastly person," she muttered as Opal
tossed the rope away, climbed off the pouting Brit, lay prone,
and embraced her again. "Absolutely dreadful," Daphne
huffed as she returned the embrace and kissed her hostess.
Opal returned the kiss... then broke away. "Sleep," she
Daphne sighed as well. "Brilliant."
They were both asleep in seconds. Class was over.
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