|by Van ©2017
week passed following Kelly's highly unusual interview to
temporarily replace Bess as the York Sisters' live-in maid.
She'd accepted the job, by the way. The opportunity was
just too good to pass up! Minimal domestic duties
(apparently)? Nice employers? Possible high-level
contacts in the restaurant world? Exposure to how rich old
ladies handled the topic of fun-with-restraints? How could
she not accept? Also, Bess now owed her big
time. Or was it Kelly who owed Bess? Well...
yes... but Kelly preferred to emphasize her role as the one
making Bess' vacation possible, not as the one catching an
employment lifeline that would not only tide her over during her
hunt for more permanent employment but possibly allow her to
swing up to a new, higher level in her waitress career,
rather them slide down the seniority ladder to toil at yet
another mediocre hash house.
Anyway, Portabella closed on schedule, Bess briefed
Kelly on the details of her new job, then departed on her
vacation—but only after a bon voyage (bon
vacation?) dinner with both maids as the York sister's guests at
Kelly decided Bess had been wrong. The York sisters
weren't nice, they were SUPER-nice!
What kind of snooty rich people order their maids to dress up in
their best duds, use the awesome power of their snooty richness
to get instant reservations at one of the most expensive and
exclusive restaurants in Manhattan, then take said maids with
them as their honored guests to enjoy the best seafood dinners
imaginable? The kind of snooty rich people who are in no
way snooty and are SUPER-nice! That's what kind!
Kelly resolved to be the best temporary live-in maid in the
entire history of temporary live-in maids!
And then there was the cook, who everyone referred to as
"Cook." Her actual name was Emily Taylor. She was
thirty-something and British, born in the Suffolk city of
Ipswitch, about sixty miles north east of London. She was
also quite possibly the friendliest, brightest, most bubbly and
effervescent person Kelly had ever met, a real sweetie. It
might have gotten irritating if Emily wasn't so nice—as nice as
the York sisters, in fact. Also, her accent was funny and
cool (in Kelly's humble opinion).
Anyway, with her blond pixie-cut, laughing blue eyes, and
angelic good looks, Cook was adorable. Kelly couldn't have
disliked Emily if she'd tried—which she didn't—and hadn't.
Also, right away the sparkly Brit had taken time off (with the
York sisters' blessing) to show Kelly around the neighborhood,
including the best places to get coffee.
"You'll really enjoy working for the York sisters," Emily
assured Kelly the first time they ventured out for a
"cuppa." It was the second day after Bess' departure, and
while Kelly remarked that she thought that "cuppa" translated
from English into American as "tea," Emily explained that,
increasingly, coffee fell under the same umbrella—or "brolly."
"The worst part is the uniforms," Kelly confessed as they sipped
cappuccinos and watched the pedestrian parade outside a trendy
coffee bar a block from "Castle York."
"Surely you've worn work uniforms before," Emily suggested.
"I have," Kelly admitted, "but not 24/7." That last part
wasn't the literal truth, of course. Neither York employee
was in uniform at the moment. Kelly was in denim jeans, a
sage-green cotton blouse, and a butternut leather jacket.
Emily was in black stretch-pants, a navy-blue and white striped
cotton top, and a black leather jacket. Kelly sighed, then
affected an irritated frown. "Why don't they make you
wear a uniform all the time?" she demanded.
Emily's smile never wavered. She wasn't fooled by Kelly's
supposed resentment. "I have full sets of cook's whites
for formal occasions," she explained, "but if I wore them all
the time it'd waste time changing whenever I need to pop out and
do the shopping."
"Wouldn't want to humiliate you by making you 'pop out'
dressed in white," Kelly huffed.
Again, Emily wasn't fooled. "Silly goose," she
chuckled. "Are Bess' uniforms uncomfortable? They
certainly appear to fit properly."
"No, they fit," Kelly admitted. "A little loose across the
chest, but they fit." Bess did have slightly bigger boobs,
but Kelly nearly filled out the borrowed uniforms.
"It isn't at all obvious," Emily reassured her, "and I believe
you look quite fetching, especially in the green
"Yeah," Kelly grumbled. "Fetch this and fetch that."
"Silly goose!" Emily chuckled.
Only about a third of the uniforms hanging in Bess' closet (now
temporarily Kelly's closet) were the traditional black and
white. The rest were white and pastel shades of
salmon-pink, powder-blue, or a very pretty moss-green that
really complemented Kelly's red hair and fair skin. The
green and white variant was her preferred domestic costume, and
she did think she looked "fetching" in it, but wasn't
about to admit that to her new friend.
They finished sipping their cappuccinos in companionable
silence, then returned to Castle York. Cook needed to
prepare lunch and the maid was scheduled to dust and vacuum the
library and second floor sitting rooms.
The evening of
that very day was the first time Kelly was summoned to Alice
York's bedroom to "tuck her in." Dressed in green and
white uniform, she arrived to find the senior York sister
already in bed, wearing a gauze-thin, rose-red nightie, reclined
against a pile of pillows, and reading a book.
"Ah, there you are, Kelly," Alice said with a warm smile as she
closed her book, removed her reading glasses and placed them on
the nightstand. "Please prepare the bed while I powder my
nose." She then threw back the covers, slid her feet into
a pair of slippers, and strolled towards the master bathroom.
"Yes ma'am," Kelly said with a smile and a curtsy as she watched
Alice saunter away. Her senior boss really did have a
remarkable body for an "old lady." Full, reasonably firm
breasts, slender waist, long legs, a dimpled rump not quite
hidden by the frilly, more-or-less transparent panties that went
with her frilly, more-or-less transparent baby-doll
nightie... There was some sag, of course, but as
Kelly had already decided, Alice York was hot.
Kelly opened the nightstand bottom drawer and deployed the
leather, medical-style restraints across the middle and lower
parts of the bed. The spring-loaded clamps really were a
snap (quite literally) and the strong, wide, belt-like straps
were dimpling the mattress with time to spare as Alice to
finished her business and returned to the bedroom. Kelly
had also rearranged the pillows, leaving one as a head cushion
and piling the rest on a nearby chair.
Alice reclined in the required pose: on her back with her arms
slightly away from her hips. Still smiling (like the
super-nice rich lady she was) she placed her wrists and ankles
in the open cuffs, then focused on Kelly's wide-eyed, slightly
flushed face. "Don't be nervous, Kelly," she purred.
Now Kelly was really blushing. "I'm not," she
replied (lied), then leaned forward and secured Alice's wrist in
the left cuff—closing the padded outer strap, sliding the steel
staple through the appropriate slot, sliding the narrow outer
strap through the staple and pulling it taut, then sliding the
strap's free end into a leather sleeve and hiding it
completely. She then worked her way around the bed
securing Alice's left ankle, right ankle, and finally, her right
wrist. Her senior and very hot employer was now
helpless. Of course, Kelly knew Alice was helpless 'cause
she'd had experience with those very same restraints in that
very same position on that very same bed; and Alice was hot...
because she was.
It's remarkable, Kelly reflected, gazing down at Alice
and her long legs, pretty feet, graceful hands, and narrow
waist, her full, slightly-flattened-by-gravity boobs, beautiful
features, and gleaming auburn curls. Yes, Alice York
strapped to her bed in her whisper-thin panties and nightie was
hot... and she was smiling up at her openly leering and
now somewhat flustered maid.
"Well?" the prisoner-of-the-bed purred.
"Uh, well what?" Kelly's face was glowing from the heat of
her blush, and her pulse was hammering.
"The covers?" Alice chuckled, "or were you planning on making me
shiver through the night?"
Kelly's amazed gaze morphed into a half-pout/half-smile.
She was being teased. She probably deserved it, but Kelly
didn't appreciate being teased... much. Also, the room was
plenty warm. In fact, the top-sheet and a light blanket
would be more than enough for Alice to sleep comfortably.
Add the bedspread and she's probably be too hot... which
she deserves for being such a hot and helpless tease,
Kelly decided. She pulled the covers over her pinioned
employer's body (minus the bedspread) and tucked them under the
mattress on either side.
Alice was now covered from the mid breasts down. Her
smiling face, shoulders, and upper cleavage were exposed
to the night air, but Kelly was sure she'd be comfortable... and
Kelly grinned and dropped a quick curtsy. "If you need anything
during the night, milady, just scream. I'm only one floor
up and half the house away."
"Impertinent baggage," Alice purred. "Haven't you
noticed? All the bedrooms, including the guest rooms,
servant's quarters, and certain other accommodations, are quite
"I have noticed the bedroom doors are unusually thick
and heavy," Kelly conceded. It was a moot point (and
teasing banter), anyway. There was a baby-monitor function
built into the bedside radios in Alice's and Kelly's
bedrooms. If Alice wished to summon Kelly during the
night, she could scream.
"You're aware that Wendy has a friend who comes over for yoga
three times a week, correct?" Alice inquired out of the blue.
Kelly blinked in surprise at the unexpected change of
topic. "Yes, ma'am. It's on the household schedule,"
she nodded, "or 'shed-yule' as Cook puts it."
"Silly goose," Alice chuckled. Emily's teasing nickname
for the new maid was in danger of catching on in the York
household, but Kelly hadn't yet decided whether or not she
should try and nip it in the bud. It might already be too
late. "Wendy and I agree you should join the sessions,"
Alice continued. "Have you ever practiced yoga as a form
of exercise, Kelly?"
"Oh, sure, a couple of times," Kelly replied, "by which I
"Touch base with my sister in the morning," Alice
chuckled. "She practices hatha yoga with our friend Lin
three times a week. You'll enjoy it, I promise."
Kelly dropped another curtsy. "Yes, milady." Alice
really is nice, she thought, super-nice.
"That will be all for the evening, Kelly," Alice added.
"Good night, milady," Kelly replied, dropping a final curtsy.
"One last thing," Alice purred as Kelly turned to make her
exit. "This isn't season one of Downton Abbey, you Silly
Goose. Enough with the 'milady' and the curtsying."
Kelly grinned. "Yes, milady." She pulled the solid,
thick, virtually soundproof door closed behind her, cutting off
the sound of Mistress Alice's chortling laugh, then headed for her
bedroom. She covered a deep yawn with the back of her hand
as she walked. It had been a busy, tiring, and fun
It was Kelly's habit to sleep in the nude (whether or not
self-bondage was on the nighttime agenda). She removed her
uniform, decided the polyester, no-iron fabric garment was good
for one more day's wear before requiring laundering, then
removed her bra and panties and tossed them in the hamper just
inside the closet. She shrugged on a robe for a quick trip
down the hall to the bathroom she shared with Emily (who Kelly
suspected was already in bed) and performed her evening
toilette. Bladder empty, face scrubbed, and teeth brushed,
Kelly returned to her bedroom, removed her robe, climbed between
the sheets, and settled her head against the pillow.
The tiny blue LED glowing on the nightstand radio confirmed that
the baby-monitor link to her helpless senior employer was
functioning, and a single dim viridescent nightlight near the
floorboard to the right of the bed was the only other light.
Kelly rolled onto her back under the covers. Her thoughts
were on Alice, one floor down and helplessly strapped to her
giant, luxurious bed. Kelly assumed the same position,
feet apart and arms at her side, imagining herself strapped to her
bed... to Bess' borrowed bed.
Let's see now, Kelly imagined, the York sisters aren't
super-nice, but are secretly sadistic old biddies who like to
punish their staff with bondage, whips, floggers, feathers,
those nasty Wartenberg wheel thingies, etc. Especially
etc. She tugged on imaginary bonds identical to
Alice York's very real bonds one floor down. They
keep me tied up at night, make me work in elaborate bondage
costumes during the day, and don't allow Emily to take me out
for coffee... not ever! Kelly squirmed and fought
her phantom bonds, but couldn't escape... or rather, escape
wasn't necessary. Her bonds were in her mind... and the
York sisters were super-nice.
What a pity, Kelly thought. She rolled onto her
stomach, squirmed to the left side of the bed and reached
down. If only this bed had the hardware
required for disciplining naughty maids, she sighed,
sliding her fingers along the bed frame's side-rail. She
imagined herself (or Bess) strapped to the mattress... naked...
helpless. She curled her hand and her fingers slid along
the smooth underside of the rail. If only—"Huh?"
Kelly froze... then scrambled off the bed in surprise. Her
heart pounding, she knelt beside the bed and felt the underside
of the rail again. She hadn't imagined it! There was
a metal fitting just like the ones solidly mounted on
the underside of Alice's bed! She continued her
exploration... and encountered more fittings! In
fact, her fingers brushed a total of five fittings, three
more than the two mounted under Alice's left
Kelly's heart was pounding. She switched on the bedside
reading light, leaned low, and visually confirmed the presence
of the metal fittings... all five. Kelly then scrambled
across the mattress and confirmed five more matching fittings on
the underside of the right side-rail! The spacing wasn't
quite even, meaning the distance between the fittings wasn't
uniform. The lowest were in the ankle-cuff position, same
as downstairs, but the uppermost were closer to the
headboard. It was difficult to be sure, but Kelly
guesstimated the uppermost fitting would place the belt about...
throat level? Gulp!
Kelly took a step back and stared at the bed in horror (or a
reasonable facsimile thereof). Her heart was still
hammering, but a thrill was shivering between her legs.
"Bess, what have you gotten me into?" Kelly whispered to
the empty bedroom.
Next, Kelly began the inevitable hunt. If the required
hardware was mounted under the bed, the matching restraints had
to be nearby. The bottom drawer of the nightstand was
empty. On the opposite side of the bed was a large chest
of drawers, and Bess had emptied the top two drawers for Kelly's
use, cramming her stuff in the lower four, what she hadn't taken
with her on vacation, that is. Kelly hadn't given the
lower drawers a moment's thought, but she did now. The
lowest drawer was the logical place for the missing
restraints. Kelly grabbed the pair of handles, pulled—and
it was locked! Kelly hadn't even noticed the small
lock-plate with its tiny keyhole mounted between the drawer
pulls, but she did now, and it was the only drawer with such a
lock. The Mystery of the Missing Maid Restraints
was all but solved!
Kelly stared at the securely locked drawer for something like a
half minute, then stared at the bed. For tonight, at
least, it was all very much moot; not to mention...
Disturbing? Ominous? A conundrum? All of the
above? But even if Kelly could open the drawer, even if it
did contain restraints, and even if Kelly could figure out how
to deploy what she surmised was a probably a more complicated
system, she couldn't strap herself into the cuffs—not
all of them, anyway. That assumed the cuffs worked the
same as the ones keeping Alice in her bed, of course.
Also, and it was of paramount importance, tonight a set of cuffs
was keeping Alice in her bed, and the welfare of her
super-nice temporary employer was Kelly's solemn
responsibility. No self-bondage games for Kelly tonight,
even if she could manage to unlock the chest of drawers'
bottom drawer and sort things out, which she couldn't.
Kelly heaved a disappointed (relieved?) sigh, climbed back into
her warm, comfortable, but now ever-so-slightly sinister
bed, and pulled up the covers. There's more going on
at 'Castle York' than meets the eye, Kelly thought.
But I already knew that.
dawn arrived and Kelly's bedside radio/alarm-clock/baby-monitor
buzzed. She turned it off, stretched, yawned, padded to
the bathroom, and prepared for the day. Finally (and
quickly), her short red hair still slightly damp from the
shower, she donned her uniform and climbed the stairs to Alice's
bedroom, silently eased open the door, entered, and padded to
Alice was still there (of course), and was still asleep.
Kelly gazed down at her helpless, hot employer.
The only change from the previous night was that the top sheet
and light blanket covering her employer was no longer tautly
stretched across her breasts. In fact, Alice's
nightie-covered breasts were now fully exposed... including her
nipples. Well... more than 90% exposed. She
struggled during the night, Kelly realized... and
couldn't free herself... 'cause I did my job so very
well. She's a prisoner... my prisoner.
And then, Kelly realized that her prisoner was awake! And
was smiling up at her!
"Good morning, Kelly," Alice purred.
"Uh, morning," Kelly responded. She mustered a smile and
continued leering at her helpless employer. Well, she gazed,
anyway. She didn't exactly leer... other than
"Well?" Alice inquired, her eyes twinkling.
"Well what?" Kelly responded.
"You are planning on releasing me at some point," Alice
chuckled, "aren't you?"
Kelly was being teased again, and she still didn't like
it. But now she knew it was all in fun, just Alice being
Alice, and wasn't really mad. Also, Alice was her
boss, so at some level she had to take it; however, Alice was a
super-nice boss, so she'd cut Kelly a little slack if she
lobbed back (carefully, of course), and it was probably
"I was thinking you might like to sleep in," Kelly purred,
"say... 'til lunch?"
"Silly Goose," Alice chuckled. "Either fetch a bedpan or
"We have bedpans?" Kelly inquired as she pulled back the covers,
exposing the rest of Alice's nightie-clad body and leather
bonds. Hot, Kelly thought with a grin, then set to
work releasing her employer's restraints.
"Silly Goose," Alice reiterated, then climbed from the bed,
stretched, and padded towards the master bath.
Kelly sighed (and smiled) as she released the clamps securing
the belt-straps and cuffs to the bed and put the restraints
away. I guess I'm 'Silly Goose' around here from now
on, she mused. I'll have to figure out a way to
get back at Emily.
The day began in earnest. After breakfast Alice dressed in
one of her business outfits and departed for a series of
meetings that would probably occupy most of her day. Wendy
also had business meetings on the agenda, but she'd be handling
them via the internet from the home office next to her bedroom,
so she remained in her usual at-home attire of jeans and blouse.
The Yorks were movers and shakers in the art world, especially
Alice, and both sisters served on the boards of directors of
various foundations, museums, and galleries and were partners in
a network of art-related businesses. Kelly didn't know all
of the details (meaning any of the details), but she
knew enough to realize her temporary employers were kind of
important... as well as being mega-rich and super-nice.
Some sort of complicated computer program reconciled and
prioritized the York sisters' business and social calendars, as
well as Kelly's housekeeping schedule and Cook's menus and
shopping lists. How it all worked Kelly had no idea, but
it was necessary for her to find a screen and check for changes
to her jobs list on a regular basis. At breakfast Wendy
had been enthusiastic about Kelly joining her for yoga with her
friend Lin, so now the maid had to scramble to make sure most of
her housework was accomplished before the scheduled
Kelly was so busy it quite slipped her mind until she'd finished
her work that she had nothing to wear that was appropriate for
yoga, not that she had a clear idea of what was actually required
for yoga. She knew, of course, that dedicated yoga
costumes existed, but she had no such outfit. She did own
a pair of stretchy black spandex running shorts, so she guessed
they'd have to do. Kelly laid them out on her bed,
together with a sports bra and a tank-top, then hurried to the
front door to await the imminent arrival of Wendy's guest.
She barely made it as the guest in question was right on time.
Her full name was Lin Reed, and Emily had explained that she was
an artist of some sort. Lin was about Wendy's age and had
Asian features, longish, straight, jet-black hair, high cheek
bones, and very pretty brown, almond-shaped eyes.
Oh-by-the-way, she was stunningly beautiful (in Kelly's
humble opinion), slender but not delicate, and graceful as the
proverbial swan. Yes, Lin Reed was stunning.
She was also friendly, with a warm smile and pleasant
voice. "You would be Kelly," Lin said as Kelly helped her
off with her coat.
"Uh, yes ma'am," Kelly responded.
"Please, call me Lin." The stunning guest gestured
down the hall and Kelly led her towards the yoga studio in the
back of the house. "Wendy tells me you'll be joining us,
and that this will be your first yoga experience."
"Yes ma'am—I mean Lin," Kelly answered (and blushed).
Wendy was already waiting in the studio. Kelly was about
to excuse herself to sprint to her room and change, then
realized the junior York sister was wearing a short silk robe,
and as far as Kelly could tell, nothing else!
Kelly sort of stood there and stared (a little uneasily) as
greetings were exchanged while Wendy removed her robe and hung
it inside a tall wardrobe cabinet built into the studio's blond
oak paneling—thereby confirming that she was wearing
nothing underneath. At the same time Lin disrobed, hanging
her stylish black dress in the same cabinet, as well as her
heels, panties, and bra!
Soon, both the Celtic and Chinese (Kelly guessed Lin's heritage
was Chinese) 40-something beauties were stark naked—as in
nude—as in wearing only their birthday suits! Wendy and
Lin turned and smiled at Kelly, who was doing her best not to
blush and blink in surprise (and failing miserably).
"I, uh, didn't know what we'd be wearing," Kelly explained, "so
I was gonna change into running shorts and a tank top
and... I take it that won't be necessary?"
"Freedom of movement is the order of the day," Lin purred as she
gathered and pulled her raven-black hair into a tight ponytail
and applied a black hair-elastic to keep it that way.
Both naked ladies were stunning (as Kelly had previously noted),
each in her own way, their bodies firm, trim, and
athletic. They were both quite obviously in very
good shape, Lin especially. They were also undeniably
curvaceous and feminine. Wendy's breasts were milky white,
as was her bikini-triangle, but the rest of her body was dappled
with freckles, especially her shoulders and arms. Lin, on
the other hand, was uniformly tan from head to toe—not
beach-bunny tan, but her smooth, firm skin was no stranger to
the sun. Lin also had freckles, but only a light dusting
across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose. Kelly
thought they (Lin's freckles and Wendy and Lin in general) were
And speaking of breasts, neither beauty had what Kelly would
call big boobs. In point of fact, all three of them—Wendy,
Lin, and Kelly—had what an objective critic would characterize
as modest endowments. However, and it was a distinction to
which Kelly had steadfastly clung since emerging from
adolescence, all three had sweater puppies of excellent shape
with minimal hang. They would fail the infamous Pencil
Test, meaning were incapable of transporting wooden pencils from
place to place by tucking them under said boobs, but they had
undeniably Nice Breasts (in Kelly's biased but modest opinion).
Regarding the issue of short-and-curlies, Wendy's pubic garden
was modest, neatly trimmed, and flaming ginger. Lin's was
an even more modest midnight-black. In the popular
vernacular, Lin was sporting a Brazilian (or Vertical Landing
"Well?" Wendy said with a smile.
"Uh, sorry," Kelly muttered. Her blush deepened as she
stepped to the cabinet and disrobed, hanging her uniform from a
hook next to Wendy's robe and Lin's clothing and placing her
underwear atop her uniform shoes. Having donned her
birthday suit, Kelly padded to the center of the studio and
joined the others. By the way, Kelly's dark-red or
reddish-brown bush was more of a sparse lawn, having received a
defoliating buzz-cut several days prior. It was only just
now beginning to grow back into a respectable triangle.
"Kelly is a complete novice, Yogi," Wendy said to Lin.
Lin favored the smiling ginger with a disapproving frown.
"I keep telling you," she huffed, "I'm not your
yogi. It would be waaay too much work to guide a
bumbling, graceless clown such as yourself towards enlightenment
and serenity. I prefer striving towards more attainable
goals... like World Peace."
Wendy's smile widened. "Whatever you say, Yogi," she
answered, then smiled at Kelly.
Kelly nodded in amused semi-comprehension. Obviously the
exchange was an ongoing joke and Wendy and Lin were good
friends. As for the joke's context, apparently a "yogi"
was a teacher or guru. She seriously doubted Wendy was
asserting that Lin was a cartoon bear notorious for filching
picnic baskets from tourists at Jellystone Park.
"We'll go nice and slow through the basic positions," Lin told
Kelly with a friendly smile. "Do the best you can.
Then, we'll do it all again and I'll help you make
corrections. And keep your eyes on me. That
one—" She nodded towards Wendy. "—is just here for
Wendy smiled and ignored the jibe. "Afterwards, we'll
adjourn to the sauna. I already turned on the heater."
"Tadasana!" Lin barked, then stood with her
back straight and arms at her side, assuming a relaxed version
of the military position of Attention.
"Gesundheit," Wendy quipped as her naked body flowed into
the same pose.
Kelly giggled (she couldn't help it), then mimicked Lin and
Wendy's nude, relaxed, upright stance.
And thus what Kelly would later characterize as a simultaneously
easy-peasy and hideously taxing workout began.
By the end of
the hour Kelly was a semi-sweaty mass of sore muscles. She
was already in good shape, and while, at least the way Lin and
Wendy did it, yoga wasn't a very good aerobic workout, the
routine stretched Kelly's joints and worked her muscles in ways
to which they weren't accustomed. She'd been afraid
serious contortions and pretzel-like poses would be involved,
but to her surprise, not so much. She realized this was
probably because the session had been basic or novice-level, for
Kelly's benefit. Maintaining her balance had been the
greatest challenge, especially late in the workout when she was
tired and sore.
Finally (and much to Kelly's semi-concealed relief), Lin called
it a day and they adjourned to the sauna, as promised. The
York's cedar-lined dry sauna was situated in a tiled shower area
between the yoga studio and the home gym, with its many
state-of-the-art and no doubt hideously expensive exercise
machines. The naked trio rinsed off, then a wave of dry
heat enveloped Kelly's body as she followed Wendy and Lin into
the sauna. They took turns using a wooden bucket and ladle
to wet down sections of bench, then reclined against sloping
"What did you think?" Wendy asked Kelly with a warm smile.
"I... that was wonderful," Kelly muttered, managing not to groan
in pain. The dry heat was already soothing her muscles,
and truth be told her condition wasn't all that serious to begin
"You did quite well, Kelly" Lin said. "You show great
Still smiling, Wendy nodded towards Lin. "In addition to
being my yogi, Lin practices several martial arts."
"I believe it," Kelly sighed, then her eyes widened. That
might have come out wrong. "By which I mean, she's...
"Unlike some people I could name," Lin purred.
Kelly smiled. Obviously, that was another dig at Wendy,
and it was totally undeserved. Wendy had also been
graceful during the session. A veritable ginger swan,
"I've asked her to be my sensi," Wendy continued, "in
addition to my personal yogi, but she refuses. She does
share her skills now and then, being a natural showoff, but
refuses to teach me."
"That's not true," Lin chuckled, "I adamantly refuse to
"What do you do?" Kelly asked, "karate, judo, that sort of
Lin nodded. "Also Hojōjutsu."
"Supposedly," Wendy said with a teasing smile, "although she
refuses to demonstrate any of it to me."
Lin closed her eyes and sighed. "As I've told you many
times, you'd learn little as the subject of a
demonstration. You need to watch a take-down to
see what's happening."
"That is a problem," Wendy sighed, then her smile
returned. "I know, you can show me using Kelly as
your subject." She smiled at the her naked, flushed,
increasingly sweaty maid. "Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"Seeing as how she has almost no idea what we're talking about,"
Lin said evenly, "probably not."
Kelly forced a smile and nodded at Lin. "What she said."
Wendy grinned. "Hojōjutsu techniques were used by
the police in feudal Japan to capture and restrain criminals,"
she explained. "I understand it's still a part of police
"It is," Lin confirmed, "but let me enjoy the sauna for a while
before we mount a full-blown Hojōjutsu demonstration.
I am your guest, remember?"
"Yes, Sensi," Wendy purred, then smiled and winked at
Kelly. "It'll be fun, I promise."
"Uh... okay," Kelly responded, then realized she'd just agreed
to... something... some sort of Hojōjutsu thing... of
some sort. She heaved a sigh, focused on Lin... then
Wendy. Both women were totally relaxed, their eyes closed,
and now glistening with sweat—their hair hanging in long, wet,
straight strands in the case of Lin and water-darkened auburn
curls in the case of Wendy. They were beautiful...
undeniably hot. Hot. Kelly's lips curled in
a chagrined smile. We're all hot. We're
in the sauna.
Kelly settled back and closed her own eyes. Whatever Hojōjutsu
"fun" she'd agreed to, it could wait, and she wasn't
worried... not even a little... meaning a lot.
simmering minutes later, Wendy, Lin, and Kelly emerged from the
sauna and showered.
Being the lowly maid that the super-nice Wendy had been
super-nice enough to let join the yoga, sauna, and imminent Hojōjutsu
fun, Kelly hung back and showered last. She waited
patiently—glistening with sweat, her fair skin flushed and
glowing like an infrared light bulb—as first Lin, then Wendy
rinsed, soaped, rinsed, and dried themselves. By the time
Kelly had finished and was padding back into the yoga studio,
Lin was running a comb through her more-or-less dry hair and
Wendy was still using her towel on her ginger locks.
Kelly's short red hair was already dry, meaning slightly
damp. She considered that a cardinal virtue of her
pixie-cut: zero maintenance, meaning low
maintenance. She padded to Lin's side, reached into the
open cabinet built into the studio paneling, and used the brush
that went with Lin's borrowed comb to give her short, red hair a
largely unnecessary straightening.
"Uh... so what do you want me to do?" Kelly asked Lin, "for the
demo, I mean." She was trying to be casual, but knew her
nervousness was showing.
"First, I need to prepare a hayanama," Lin said.
"Haya-whata?" Kelly asked.
"As opposed to Hiawatha," Wendy purred, still drying her hair.
"Hayanama," Lin chuckled. "Japanese for
'fast-rope', a bundle of cord that plays out from one end."
Kelly nodded. "I see... sort of." She returned the
brush to the open cabinet, then stooped and retrieved Lin's
towel, bundled it with her own, added Wendy's now discarded
towel, then dropped all three on the padded floor near the
cabinet containing their clothes. After the demo she'd
carry them to the canvas bags that were scheduled to go to the
laundry service the day after tomorrow.
Wendy had accepted the comb from Lin and was beginning to deal
with her still slightly damp ginger hair.
Kelly grabbed the brush from the cabinet, padded behind her
junior employer, and plucked the comb from Wendy's hand.
"My job," she scolded, and began restoring Wendy's hair to its
usual order, gently dealing with any tangles encountered with
deft competence. Kelly might prefer her pixie, but she
knew how to handle hair.
Meanwhile, Lin had restored her ponytail, strolled to yet a
third cabinet, and was sorting through what appeared to be a
generous supply of neat bundles of light-brown, natural fiber
rope of various lengths and thicknesses.
Three things flashed through Kelly's mind as she continued
brushing and combing Wendy's hair. (1) Apparently the
studio walls were riddled with "secret" cabinets.
(2) One of the cabinets was dedicated to rope storage! What's
that about? (As if she didn't know.)
Also... (3) Lin Reed, nude and sorting through jute or
hemp rope bundles was hot! Her ponytail had a
curious little upturn at the end and the whole thing swayed and
bobbed as she turned her head.
"Thank you, Kelly," Wendy purred.
"Uh, no problem," Kelly said, awakening from the world of
smooth, firm skin, perky breasts, and bobbing, jet-black
ponytails. She returned the comb and brush to the cabinet,
then padded towards Lin, who had selected a bundle of what Kelly
would call either thick cord or thin rope. She watched as
Lin released the bundle, let the brown cord play out—Kelly
decided to go with "cord"—then smiled.
"Ready?" Lin asked Wendy.
"Ready, Sensi," Wendy answered as she gracefully settled
to the padded floor and assumed a half-lotus position and an
Lin focused her smile on Kelly. "Now... attack me."
Kelly's response was surprised and not especially
"Don't worry, Kelly," Wendy purred, "I won't let Alice fire you
for roughing up a guest."
"No comments from the peanut gallery," Lin snapped. Her
smiling eyes remained locked on Kelly.
"Like this?" Kelly asked as she executed a rather unenthusiastic
grab for Lin's right hand, the one holding a loop in the long
Exactly what happened next, Kelly was never entirely sure.
Cord tightened around her right wrist as her overbalanced body
simultaneously spun and fell to the floor. "Eeeeee!"
She landed on the mat, but before she could bounce Lin was on
top of her, kneeling on her left arm, which was folded against
her back. Her right arm was at full stretch, held back and
up in Lin's vice-like grip. Her legs were a tangle and her
stomach and boobs squashed into the padding, as was the left
face side of her face.
"Brava, Sensi!" Wendy applauded. "What do you call
"Something that translates from the Japanese as 'Why bother
telling you as you'll forget it in five seconds?'," Lin
Meanwhile, cord was slithering and tightening... and inexorably,
despite her best efforts to resist, Kelly soon found herself in
a full hogtie with her wrists and ankles crossed and cord yoking
her shoulders. Cord continued slithering. Kelly knew
herself to already be completely helpless, but apparently Lin
"Aesthetics are as important as function," Lin lectured as she
expended the rest of the of cord in wrappings of some
sort. Kelly was in no position to follow any of the fine
details of what was happening.
Lin paused with both free ends of the cord in her hands.
"Now, if I was a provincial police constable and this was an
actual arrest, I wouldn't tie an actual knot, nor would I have
used what you 'round-eyed devils' call a hogtie, but would
simply hold the end of the torinawa in my hand while I,
and my fellow constables, take this alleged criminal to the
local magistrate for arraignment. However..." She
tied an elegant and complicated but nonetheless quick knot, well
away from Kelly's useless fingers. "We aren't concerned
with shaming an as yet unindicted member of society. Even
without a formal knot, the detainee would remain completely
helpless." She lightly patted Kelly's right butt-cheek
with her left hand. "You are helpless, aren't you,
Kelly squirmed and tugged on her bonds. "What happened?"
"By the way," Wendy chuckled. "Your snide remark about my
memory is completely unfounded. For example, you
characterized a Kelly-capture-cord as a Hiawatha, but
just now called it a 'torinawa'. Explain, Sensi."
"Hayanawa means 'fast-cord', wise-ass," Lin purred,
"whereas torinawa means 'capture-rope'. Same
thing. Slightly different context."
Wendy and Kelly (still testing her bonds) watched as Lin
returned to the cabinet and selected a second bundle of cord.
"Okay," Lin said as she released the coil and readied the cord,
"How?" Kelly inquired.
Lin smiled at Kelly, then focused on Wendy.
Wendy's smile faded. "Oh. You mean me."
"You've seen a take-down," Lin continued, her smile warm
(and somewhat predatory), "so it's only fair that Kelly should also
get to see one."
Wendy climbed to her feet. Her smile had returned, but
Kelly could tell it was slightly forced. The naked ginger
glanced at the nearest exit, then refocused on Lin.
Lin's smile was now openly predatory. "Attack, run, the
outcome will be the same."
Wendy eyed the exit, once again. "In that case..."
The youngest York sister was only just starting to shift her
weight and turn when when Lin pounced with cobra-like speed.