|by Van ©2017
crafting her tableau. Loop followed multicolored loop,
rope tightened as it slithered through hitch after hitch, and
more and more of Kelly's blue spandex-clad body became one with
the clear acrylic post. As had been the case with Mistress
Wendy's shrimp-tie back in the York sisters' yoga studio, Kelly
suspected Lin had the entire
tableau/scenario/bondage-predicament entirely mapped out in her
head before she touched the first coil of rope; however, things
went quicker this time as she was working with multiple shorter
coils of rope rather than a single colossally long coil.
Nonetheless, a significant chunk of an hour passed before Lin
took a step back, crossed her arms over her chest, smiled, and
appeared to be satisfied.
"Perfect," the gorgeous martial artist/sculptor sighed.
I guess she is satiisfied, Kelly thought.
Lin strolled to the computer worktable and turned a large
monitor until it directly faced Kelly and her pedestal and
post. She then tapped the computer's keyboard a few times
and two things happened: (1) the monitor came to life; and (2)
the armatures and vertical steel pole of the camera system began
turning and the camera itself began slowly climbing the pole.
An image familiar to
Kelly filled the right half of the monitor screen: a panel from
the finale of John Willie's classic comic Gwendoline and
'The Missing Princess'. It depicted one of the
female villains of the story stringently bound to a square
wooden post—and Kelly realized that at the moment she had a lot
in common with Willie's villainess.
Meanwhile, from bottom to top, the left half of the screen was
slowly filling with a rotating, three-dimensional image of
Kelly, herself, in full-color. Obviously, the system was
scanning her post-bound body. The camera continued
traveling up and down the pole, and with every pass Kelly's
image became clearer and clearer.
"As you can see," Lin purred, indicating the Willie illustration
with a graceful gesture, "this particular Willie-tie was my
'Willie-tie', Kelly thought. That covers a lot
of classic bondage positions.
Kelly's eyes focused on the fictional black-and-white
villainess, then shifted to her own full-color, well-roped, and
completely blue-clad image. Lin's assertion was
correct. The villainess' body was wrapped in rope from
head to foot and her bonds were elaborate and symmetrical;
however while both sets of bonds were equally symmetrical,
Kelly's were even more elaborate.
Kelly's head was caged and pinned against the post by a web of
rope, but unlike the vilainess' single strands, a veritable
cat's-cradle of interwoven rope tightly covered and pressed
against Kelly's lower face and cupped her chin. More rope
passed across her crown and forehead, and the strands were all
part of an interlaced, hitched web. Kelly's darting eyes
and flaring nostrils were the only things she could move from
the neck up, and from the neck down she wasn't doing much
And speaking of Kelly's neck, she had a wide, multi-strand
"collar" that passed around the post and was cinched between her
neck and the post. It in no way restricted her breathing,
but did fractionally tighten and loosen with every deep breath,
providing a constant reminder of its presence.
And speaking of deep breaths, Kelly's arguably modest breasts
were bound in what amounted to interlaced, conical webs of
rope. And just as her over-the-mouth rope-gag and
head-cage might be considered a subsystem of her overall
predicament, the "rope-bra" was part of an upper-body-and-arms
subsystem of shoulder-yoking, torso-encircling, and arm-pinning
ropes that pinned her against the post, and it included a
particularly restrictive rope-corset!
Was Kelly also contending with a crotch-rope? Yes, but she
considered "crotch-rope" to be an inadequate description.
Kelly's nether region was bound in a veritable crotch-cat's-cradle.
It wasn't quite as elaborate as her rope-web-gag, but did
incorporate a single pair of labia and butt-crack cleaving
strands. Therefore, if pressed—and the pair firmly
pressed against her most intimate female anatomy—Kelly was
prepared to concede that that particular subsystem was, indeed,
Kelly didn't know the status of the villainess' hands, as they
were behind her back in Willie's drawing, but loops of rope
bound Kelly's thumbs and lashed her hands flat against the
post. Her spandex-covered fingertips just brushed
her spandex-covered butt-cheeks. Also, the wrist, hand,
and thumb ropes were integrated into the crotch-rope subsystem.
And whereas the fictional villainess was wearing high-heeled
boots of ridiculous height and Kelly's feet were spandex-covered
but boot-less, both pairs of pedal extremities were thoroughly
bound and incorporated into their respective post-ties.
Also, Lin had put the toe-sock feature of Kelly's spandex
garment to the appropriate use. Kelly's ankles, feet, and
big-toes were tightly tied.
Finally, Lin had incorporated an additional and arguably
superfluous layer of rope in a head-to-toe crisscross
pattern. Redundant? Hell yes, but Kelly
realized the diamond-hitch web linked every element of her
incredible bonds and further defined her overall shape.
That was probably its purpose, to refine the lines of Lin's
eventual sculpture. Either that or Lin found she had a
very long coil of rope left over, so why the hell not?
Kelly was ready to accept either proposition.
Anyway... Kelly could barely squirm. She could barely
wiggle. She could barely shiver. It was...
Oh-by-the-way, Kelly's heart was still pounding, she was panting
as much as Lin's ropes would allow, and her pussy was still
purring, so to speak. It was as if the crotch-cleaving
pair of multicolored rope strands were tied to a very weak
vibrator—only there was no vibrator and the crotch-rope buzz was
in reverse. Kelly's crotch was the one
doing the buzzing, not the ropes. It wasn't a constant
buzz, of course, nor was it very strong, but it was
there... now and then... at odd intervals as she shivered and
As for Lin, while the Asian beauty gazed at her completed
tableau, Kelly noted that she had worked up a bit of a sweat and
might also be panting, just a little. Either that,
Kelly decided, or Lin was having just as much wicked fun as her
incredibly helpless volunteer model.
Suddenly, a loud buzzer sounded, causing Kelly to flinch and
blink her eyes. Actually, her muscles tensed against Lin's
ropes. It barely qualified as a flinch.
Lin's response was to turn and stroll to the computer table and
gaze at a small side screens. The distance was great and
the angle unfavorable, but Kelly could tell the screen was
painting a head and shoulders video portrait of a dark-haired
Lin pressed a button and spoke. "Hello, Joan. I'm in
the studio." She pressed another button, a much softer
buzzer sounded, and the image on the side screen shifted to the
right and disappeared. Lin released the button and the
screen went dark. She strolled back to Kelly, crossed her
arms under her breasts as before, and smiled. "We have a
visitor, Kelly," she announced.
"Mrrrpfh?" Kelly blinked in alarm... or something.
She was anonymous inside Lin's blue body suit, so what
difference did it make? I suppose that depends on the
identity of the visitor, she decided.
Something like a minute passed... with Lin smiling and admiring
her handiwork and Kelly helpless and being admired... then Kelly
heard the sound of the studio door opening, followed by the tap
of heels on the hard floor... and then a shapely brunette
entered Kelly's severely limited field of view. She was
thirty-something, probably, and undeniably beautiful. Lin
and the stranger shared the usual cursory embrace and air-kisses
of good friends meeting, then both turned to smile at Kelly.
"Do I know her?" the stranger asked.
Joan, Kelly remembered. Lin called her Joan.
"You do not," Lin answered. "I'll introduce you should the
occasion arise, but at the moment it wouldn't be fair."
Joan had striking blue eyes, fair skin, and Kelly might have
decided to call her long, dark-brown, gleaming hair black if she
wasn't standing next to Lin. Joan was a looker, without a
doubt, but Kelly was also picking up a slightly predatory
vibe. To be fair, it might have had something to do with
Joan being completely free and Kelly lashed to her acrylic post
with enough multicolored rope to rig a psychedelically painted
Joan took a step closer and gazed up at Kelly's rope-caged
head. "Yes... I do have her at something of a
disadvantage... all things considered."
Kelly blinked a couple of times. It was just about the
only movement Lin's tableau allowed.
"Such pretty green eyes," Joan sighed.
"I quite agree," Lin chuckled. "I assume you've brought
those papers I need to sign?"
"I dropped them on your desk on my way in," Joan confirmed.
Kelly surmised that Lin and Joan had some sort of business
relationship, in addition to being friends. Also, it would
seem Joan knew her way around Lin's studio, gallery, and
home. Oh-by-the-way, Joan's predatory vibe was gaining in
strength, in Kelly's helplessly bound opinion. Joan was
eyeing Kelly, her "pretty green eyes", and her intricately
bound, blue-clad body like a lazy and only slightly peckish cat
eyeing a particularly juicy mouse and trying to decide if a
snack was worth the chase.
"I need to set things up for the scans," Lin said. "Why
don't you put on the kettle and I'll be along in a minute."
"Excellent," Joan purred, her blue eyes still on Kelly.
"Very pretty," she reiterated, then turned and left. The
sound of her heels tapping on the floor faded... then Kelly
heard the door open and close.
Lin turned to the cart that had formerly held her ginormous pile
of coiled rope—the same rope that was now melding Kelly to the
acrylic post—and picked up a roll of blue tape the exact shade
of Kelly's bodysuit. "For the next hour the system will
scan you from head to toe several times," Lin explained as she
tore off a short strip. "While it does, the lighting will
change, making it easier for the software to process the
individual colors. I'm afraid my spotlights are quite
bright and can be quite irritating, so..." She held up the
strip of tape. "Close your 'pretty green eyes' for me,
Kelly blinked in alarm. "Mrrrf?" She then sighed, or
rather tried to sigh. Lin's ropes were
tight. It's not like I can stop her, she reasoned,
then closed the pretty green eyes in question, Lin pressed the
strip of tape home, and Kelly found herself totally
blindfolded. The tape was opaque. She found she
couldn't even detect a blue glow through her closed and now
"Please try not to move during the scans," Lin's disembodied
voice requested. "Although, with this particular
composition, I don't suppose it will be all that much of an
Hilarious, Kelly silently mused. Her heart was
hammering again. Her pussy had gone quiet when Joan
appeared, but now was back to purring... now and then.
"You might try taking a nap," Lin suggested.
Kelly heard the tap of Lin's heels, followed by the clatter of
the keys as she typed on the computer's keyboard. There
was a pause... then Kelly heard the hum and felt the barely
detectable vibration of the armature motors. Apparently,
the scans had begun. A few seconds later, she heard Lin's
heels as she tapped away.
"I'll be back, Kelly!" Lin called from... somewhere behind,
probably near the door. "I really appreciate this."
Kelly heard the door close... and she was alone... at the mercy
of Lin's ropes... bound, gagged, and blindfolded.
You bloody well better appreciate this, Kelly
thought, channeling her inner Emily.
Time passed... the motors hummed... and Kelly still couldn't see
anything. Maybe the lights were changing color, maybe
not. All she could "see" was a black cat in a coal mine...
at midnight... and the damn thing was laughing at her.
Having nothing better to do, Kelly imagined Emily in her place,
completely covered in blue spandex (which would complement her
eyes) and lashed to the acrylic post. No... something
better. She imagined Emily, Wendy, Alice, and
herself. All four were not covered in spandex, and
bound with hemp rope. We're in the basement of
Castle York, tied to steel support columns, and Lin is putting
the finishing touches on my bondage. She stripped off my
uniform, tied my hands behind my post, stuffed my panties in
my mouth, taped my lips, then made me watch as she did a
mega-Willie-post-tie on the others, capturing them one-by-one,
dragging them to the basement, stripping them naked, then
binding them to their posts. And she made me
watch! And I could do nothing to help them! And
then, after she'd Willie-tied everybody else, she did the same
thing to me!
Suddenly, much to her surprise, Kelly realized that at some
point she'd taken Lin's advice and actually fallen asleep!
Incredible. Anyway, she'd been dreaming
about the entire York household being captured by Lin... which
was hardly fair to Lin, of course. Lin was nice... even if
she did perpetrate elaborate rope-bondage on her
super-nice, super-rich friends and their unsuspecting
live-in maids. It had all been a flight of fancy, meaning
the imaginary post-tie extravaganza in Castle York's basement.
It was her pussy's fault, of course. It was the
one with a mind of its own conjuring up erotic fantasies.
And the greedy little rope-cleaved thing was still
purring. And the motors of Lin's scanning system were still
humming. And Lin's garish ropes still lashed Kelly
to Lin's acrylic post so tight she couldn't move.
The motors hummed as the camera traveled up and down its
rotating pole, completing scan after scan, and Kelly continued
being totally helpless. All of this went on and on, as
well as the intermittent, low-level throbbing of her
rope-cleaved pussy. It was... frustrating... and
Finally, the motors stopped, the motor overhead and the motor
under her spandex-clad and multicolored rope-bound big-toes,
feet, ankles, and everything else.
Well... that's that, Kelly thought. It was a relief
to finally be able to fidget, twist, and at least try and
stretch her body without worrying about ruining Lin's
scans. The problem, of course, was that she could neither
fidget, twist, nor stretch. Shudder? Quiver?
After a fashion, but Lin's bondage remained tight and 99%
effective in rendering her motionless.
More time passed.
And then, Kelly did flinch, twist, and stretch.
Without realizing it she'd fallen asleep, again. Also, Lin
had returned and was untying the ropes! Kelly's was still
helpless, as well as encased in blue spandex from head to toe
with her eyes taped shut and her lips sealed under her hood, but
the ropes were melting away! It occurred to the
progressively less-helpless prisoner/volunteer that she didn't
actually know whether her rescuer was Lin, but it seemed like a
Finally, only the rope binding Kelly's crossed wrists behind the
pole remained. Lin's fingers teased the knot apart,
unwrapped Kelly's wrists... and she was free. She was
still encased in blue spandex, tape-gagged, tape-blindfolded,
and her hands were still semi-useless in the suit's slippery
spandex mittens, but she was free of the Acrylic Post of
Evil. Also, she was barely able to stand. She felt
strangely weak and her entire body tingled. Kelly tried
taking a cautious step away from the post—and nearly collapsed!
"Mrrrf!" It was more a whimper than a cry of alarm.
"I've got you," Lin's voice announced.
And she did. A pair of strong arms caught Kelly before she
could fall—Lin's arms—then Lin lifted her up, into her
arms, and carried her away. I'm like a big blue baby,
Kelly thought. She sighed through her tape-gag and
snuggled against Lin's body. The tingling had stopped and
maybe she could walk, but why make a fuss? Also, Kelly
might be encased in spandex from head to toe, but she could
still breathe... and savor the scent of Lin's delicate,
ephemeral perfume. Kelly made a mental note to ask for the
brand name... when she wasn't tape-gagged.
Kelly's bride-across-the-threshold journey continued.
Finally, they arrived at their apparent destination and Lin
eased her onto the cushioned seat of a straight back
chair. She felt Lin unzip the suit's zipper... then ease
the spandex off her left shoulder and peel it down her arm and
off her hand. Kelly cooperated, of course, lifting and
twisting her arm as required. Her right shoulder, arm, and
hand were next. Kelly assumed the hood would follow, but
instead—"Mrrrf?"—Lin pulled her hands behind her back and began
lashing her wrists together with stout cord! "Mrrrk!"
"Settle down, Kelly," Lin purred. "This is
necessary. You need to, shall we say, decompress.
Trust me. I have a lot of experience with this
sort of thing."
Decompress? Kelly twisted her crossed and now tied
wrists. It felt like the same type of cord Lin had used
for the Hojōjutsu demo in the York sisters' yoga
studio. Hayanawa, Kelly remembered. It's
called hayanawa. Anyway, Kelly's resistance was too
late—not that she would have stood a chance against her superbly
skilled hostess anyway. Lin finished binding her wrists
and now grasped Kelly's chin, lifted her hooded head, and gently
peeled away the blue tape blindfold.
Kelly only had time to blink a couple of times, then Lin removed
the hood and the rest of the blue spandex bodysuit. Again,
Kelly cooperated, lifting her butt off the chair and her feet...
first the left... and then the right, as required. And the
deed was done—but before Kelly could scramble to her feet and
sprint for the front door (wherever it was) and escape, naked,
tape-gagged, and wrist-bound into the busy Manhattan streets—Lin
seized her ankles and used a second hayanawa to bind
Kelly's complaint/inquiry was ignored. "There," the
smiling Hojōjutsu mistress said as she stood and
straightened the front of her little-black-dress. "I'll
fix us some lunch, and then we can talk."
Kelly was naked, tape-gagged, and bound hand and foot, and only
now had the leisure to look around and realize she was in a
modern, impeccably clean, and well decorated kitchen. She
tugged on her wrist bonds, twisted her bound feet, and watched
her hostess/captor stroll to a large refrigerator and open the
door. Kelly's skin was tingling, just a little, now that
she was free of the bodysuit (but otherwise not
free). She gave her surroundings a more thorough
examination. Very nice, she decided. Very
high-end Ikea, with a light Asian touch. As for Lin,
she was as hot as ever—and Kelly still thought the flip at the
end of her ponytail was really cute. She
considered complaining some more, maybe really giving Lin a
tape-gagged piece of her mind, but why be a rude guest? It
was what it was... meaning her naked, bound and gagged
captivity, and Lin did have a lot of experience with
this sort of thing, as she'd explained.
Maybe I do need to decompress, Kelly considered,
then settled in to wait. Besides, she thought as
Lin started pulling things from the fridge, a little lunch
some sort of vegetable wraps, more-or-less salad or coleslaw
with a sweet and savory sauce and rolled up in thin,
tortilla-like flat-breads. She also brewed a pot of green
All of this gave Kelly time to prepare herself for the removal
of her tape-gag and the confrontation that would inevitably
follow. 'Confrontation' is a bit harsh, Kelly
decided. I'll go with... 'conversation'? As
the aggrieved party (semi-aggrieved, anyway), she had three
Arguably, options two and three were similar and all three could
be combined; however, Kelly didn't like any of them.
Besides, Lin was so nice (and hot!) that Kelly was having
difficulty even pretending she was actually aggrieved and
seriously doubted she'd be able to keep to any agenda
once "normal" discourse started. She decided to just eat
in sullen, flirtatious, nonchalant, and pretend-aggrieved
silence and take her cues from her hostess.
- Pout and complain. Release her inner brat and really
ham it up.
- Bat her big green eyes and flirt. Not overtly, of
course, but turn up the charm and play things light and coy.
- Act nonchalant, as if being Willie-tied to a post was an
There was one additional factor, one petty, niggling, but
persistent factor complicating Kelly's situation.
Kelly was horny.
Yep, Kelly realized with a gagged sigh, I'm a
horn-dog. I suppose being Willie-tied to a post by a
mega-hottie like Lin will do that to a person. She
tugged on her wrist bonds, just for something to do. 'Horn-dog'
is a tad... extreme, she decided. I'm not that
horny. I'm more like a horn-puppy. In
any case, Kelly's pussy might not be purring anymore... but it
was definitely there... and she was horny. Her nipples
were also there, and currently having a debate as to whether
they wanted to point, tingle, or both. Naked, bound hand
and foot, tape-gagged, a little hungry, and in the presence of
Luscious Lin... Kelly was horny.
Finally, the wraps were wrapped, the tea steeped, and the moment
of truth had arrived. Lin carried a tray with the tea
service (Chinese-style and very pretty) and a plate with a
half-dozen small wraps to the table, settled into a chair next
to her prisoner/guest/volunteer/model, and gently removed
Kelly's tape-gag. The Elastoplast surrendered its hold
reluctantly, stretching and distorting Kelly's face and lips as
it peeled away.
"Here," Lin said as she filled a teacup—more of a tiny bowl than
a cup, actually—and held it to Kelly's tingling lips. She
was smiling, of course, and was beautiful.
Kelly sipped the fragrant green tea, then licked her lips.
"Thanks." She still hadn't decided how things should
proceed... other than letting Lin feed her half of the wraps on
the plate with more tea to wash them down.
"I want to thank you again for volunteering to be my model," Lin
purred as she held a wrap so Kelly could take a bite.
"I've been wanting to do the data-capture for that tableau for
quite some time, and I can already tell the resulting sculpture
will be one of my best."
Kelly chewed and swallowed. The wrap was mega-yummy, by
the way. "If you do say so yourself," Kelly quipped, then
blushed. The teasing barb had escaped her lips entirely on
its own and she hoped Lin wasn't offended.
"Cheeky, adorable little monkey," Lin chuckled.
Phew! Kelly accepted another bite of the
wrap. Obviously, Lin wasn't offended, but Kelly's
blush persisted for some reason.
They continued sharing the tea and wraps.
"I confess that after executing this phase of one of my ideas, I
often find myself a little horny," Lin purred, then took a sip
"You too?" Kelly blurted, then her blush intensified and she
blinked in alarm. "I... I don't know why I said that," she
Lin continued smiling, but now she was blushing as well, just a
little, unless it was Kelly's imagination. "Oh... I think
I know," she purred.
Kelly didn't answer, but (still blushing) accepted the final
bite of the final wrap and chewed, her green eyes locked with
Lin's beautiful, almond-shaped, brown eyes.
"Well," Lin continued as she held the cup for Kelly, "wait here
while I prepare dessert."
"Dessert?" Kelly asked after swallowing the tea.
Lin didn't answer but stood, strolled to the island where she'd
prepared the wraps, opened a pair of drawers, then produced two
things and laid them on the counter. They were: (1) a
small tea towel of thin terrycloth in a very pretty shade of
Nile-green; and (2) another neat coil of hayanawa-cord.
Kelly swallowed nervously (a little). Dessert, she
thought, watching as Lin refolded the tea towel into a long,
narrow strip about six inches in width and laid it flat on the
counter. She then uncoiled the hayanawa, quickly,
deftly tied a series of bights in the cord, then arranged the
cords, crisscross-fashion, across one end of the tea
towel. Next, she tightly rolled the towel around the
cords, forming a six-inch cylinder about two-inches in diameter.
Kelly swallowed again as Lin carried her handiwork back to the
table, stepped behind her back, and without a word, eased the
cloth cylinder into Kelly's strangely cooperative mouth.
"Mrrrk?" Her complaint/inquiry was ignored as Lin began
doing something with the still very long free ends of the hayanawa.
Kelly surmised she was passing the ends through the small loops
and was weaving them together.
Whatever Lin was doing, the cords tightened until Kelly's still
blushing cheeks bulged and the cleaving-cloth was firmly between
her teeth. The cords were lying flat against either side
of her face and neck, and tightening into a neat band of
uniformly taut strands. Not for the first time, Kelly
realized that Lin's skills as a rope-expert were truly
amazing. How did she know exactly where to tie all
those little loops? she wondered.
Next, still silent and unseen behind Kelly's back, Lin untied...
then retied Kelly's wrist-bonds. When she was
finally finished and stepped around the chair and back into
Kelly's field of vision, her wrists were crossed, raised, and
tied just below her shoulder blades with a single strand of hayanawa
encircling her torso under her armpits and above her breasts,
another strand yoking her shoulders, and the free ends from the
gag-cord bound to her thumbs. Needless to say, Kelly was
helpless. All she could do was flap her folded arms like a
pair of flippers and wiggle her fingers, not counting her
thumbs. Also, she couldn't lower her chin or turn her head
more than a few degrees in any direction. The
gag-to-thumbs cords were constant reminders of her helplessness
and did restrict her head movement, but they weren't tight
enough to be punishing.
Effectively gagged? Check! Inescapably and
semi-stringently bound? Check! Totally under
Luscious Lin's control and completely at her tender mercy?
Kelly explored her condition, fluttering her useless fingers,
twisting at the waist, fighting her upper body bonds, kicking
her ankle-bound feet, and chewing on her soft, mouth-filling
"Hush," Lin purred. She'd strolled to a wall-mounted
telephone and speed-dialed a number, and now was smiling at her
helpless guest as the call connected.
Kelly continued testing her hostess' handiwork, with the same
non-result. Her pussy was purring again, greedy thing,
and now her nipples were definitely pointing. She
was also panting and her heart pounding.
"Alice," Lin said, speaking into the handset. "Good
afternoon to you, too. I'm calling to let you know that
you'll have to do without your maid this evening. That's
right, she's spending the night."
I am? Kelly wondered as Lin listened to Alice's
reply. I guess I am. Of course "Alice" had
to be Mistress Alice, her boss.
Lin laughed. "Don't be insulting," she chuckled. "Of
course I'll return her in one piece."
It's good to know Mistress is concerned about the welfare of
her employees, Kelly fumed silently.
Lin listened for a while, then her smile broadened. "That
sounds like a wonderful idea," she said. "I'm looking
forward to it. Let me know when you have a firm
date. Goodbye." She laughed, again. "Yes, I'll
tell her. 'Bye." She returned the handset to its
cradle, then strolled back to Kelly, still smiling.
"Your employer graciously gives her permission
for you to be absent from your place of work for one night," Lin
That's super-nice of her, Kelly thought.
"Also," Lin continued with a grin, "she says I should tell you
not to do anything she wouldn't do."
Kelly blinked and watched as Lin strolled back to the
counter. Really funny... if somewhat cliche.
Apparently, Kelly was staying the night, whether she wanted to
or not... which she did.
Kelly's hind-brain, pussy, and nipples had been of the
enthusiastic opinion that she should definitely spend
the night from the get-go, but in point of fact the motion had
carried with the unanimous consent of all her
body-parts. Still... it would have been nice to have
been asked... although not being asked does add a
pinch of help-I've-been-kidnapped-by-a-horny-hottie spice to
the recipe. That said, a polite discussion
still should have happened... but what's to discuss?
I'm horny, she's horny, end of discussion.
Kelly watched as Lin cleaned up after lunch. It had been a
yummy but not particularly complicated meal, so it looked like
that wasn't going to take very long.
entered Lin's kitchen like a blue-clad bride being carried
across the threshold, but made her exit like a naked sack of
potatoes with her tummy perched on Lin's right shoulder.
Her ankle-bound feet were to the front and her cloth-bit-gagged
head to the rear, and with the gag-to-thumbs cord lifting her
chin, she didn't even have the pleasure of watching the backs of
Lin's striding legs or little-black-dress-clad heinie as they
made the trip.
There destination was Lin's bedroom—Big surprise!—and a
very tastefully decorated and comfortable bedroom it was.
More Modern with an Asian touch, like the rest of the place,
Kelly decided before she was tossed onto the king-size bed and
landed with a bounce. "Mrrrk!" Kelly complained as she
rolled onto her side and stared daggers at her hostess—daggers
that melted in midair as Lin kicked off her heels, reached
behind her back, deftly unzipped her LBD, then shrugged the
skimpy black garment off her shoulders, tugged it down her body,
and stepped free. She then gracefully stooped and
retrieved her shoes, a pair of black, high-heel, sling-back
pumps, then turned and strolled away. By the way, her only
remaining clothing was a stunning black lace panties and bra
combo. Make that thong and bra combo,
Kelly decided as Lin disappeared into a walk-in closet.
Ignoring her marginally labored breathing and slightly heaving
breasts, as well as her thumping heart, tingling, pointing
nipples, and contently purring pussy, Kelly took the occasion to
further examine her surroundings. It really was a pretty
bedroom, matching the rest of what she'd seen during the rest of
her limited tour of the rest of Lin's residence, with exotic
wood paneling, straight lines, and understated, tasteful
knickknacks and artwork, mostly of Chinese and Japanese origin
if Kelly wasn't mistaken.
But then... there was the bed, the bed the naked, bound, and
gagged Kelly was rolling around on at the moment. The
bedspread was a pretty shade of jade-green and the sham-covered
decorative pillows at the head of the bed and under Kelly's
semi-restricted head were complimentary shades, some darker and
some lighter. That was all very nice and normal (not
counting her gagged and cord-restricted head); however, the
headboard was not normal. It was a semicircular
construction of hefty, interlocking, semi-random straight and
curved slats of hardwood stained a deep ebony. Also, a
series of bronze rings dangled from decorative mounts evenly
spaced around the headboard's curved periphery. Kelly
decided the headboard was nice... but naughty. The rings
were obvious lashing points. Kelly found it very easy to
imagine a yoga-trained naked damsel (like Mistress Wendy) bound
in some spectacularly erotic but contorted pose in her place,
meaning on the bed, meaning in Kelly's exact place,
meaning... She isn't gonna do that to me, is she?
Just then, the "she" in question returned from the walk-in
closet, and speculation about the many potential uses of the
headboard's bronze rings gave way to leering inspection of Lin's
smiling, naked form as she strolled towards her helpless
guest. Beautiful. Hot. Horny. And
she's all mine, Kelly sighed. Or more
correctly... I'm all hers.
Oh-by-the-way, several coils of neatly folded hemp rope dangled
from Lin's left hand and swung back in forth in rhythm to her
"Mrrk?" It was more of a pathetic whine than a
question. Fearing the worst, Kelly very much wished she
could remind her hostess that to date she had only suffered
through exactly one yoga session, but she
couldn't. Anyway... "Mrrk?"
Lin dropped the coils to the floor beside the bed and smiled
down at her squirming, struggling, blinking guest—meaning smiled
and leered at her squirming, struggling, blinking guest.
"Don't worry, Kelly," Lin purred as she retrieved a single coil
of rope, released its retaining hitches and prepared it for
use. "I know you're a novice yogi."
Oh, great, Kelly thought, watching the rope slide through
Lin's strong, graceful hands. She's hot, horny, and
a mind reader.
"That said," Lin continued, "you are a remarkably fit
and flexible young lady, and I'm both well versed in the limits
of human anatomy and expert in the use of rope, so..."
Starting with untying Kelly's ankles, Lin set to work.
Several minutes later, when the metaphorical dust had settled,
Kelly found herself on her back and bound wrists with her head
and upper body comfortably reclined against a pile of soft
pillows. Her legs were at full stretch, splayed apart, and
pulled up, more-or-less forming a giant "V"—and multiple taut
ropes tied to her ankles and thighs and stretching to various
bronze rings in the headboard and unseen lashing points
on either side of the bed-frame made very sure she was
going to stay that way!
Remarkably, Kelly found her predicament wasn't nearly as
uncomfortable as she'd feared it would be while Lin was lashing
her in place. The pillows and shams had been cunningly
arranged to provide firm support where needed but gently
cushioned her bound body where required. The back of her
gag was still linked to her thumbs and restricting her head
movement, but her field of vision extended up her legs to her
wiggling toes, to the left and right sides of the bed, and down
her pointing nipples to points south. She could also see
Lin's smiling face and the rest of her delectable body as she
stood at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed under her
"If I'd done this to your Mistress Wendy," Lin purred, "I'd have
noosed her nipples with heavy thread and bound them to her big
toes." She strolled to the right side of the bed... then
reached up and gently gripped the heel of Kelly's right
foot. "I'd make sure the threads were as taut as a pair of
harp strings, of course."
Kelly shivered in her bonds. Of course. Lin
was gripping her heel but not tickling her foot.
Was that next? Lin wouldn't really tickle my
feet, not with my legs splayed and bound like this, would
she? A shiver rippled down Kelly's spine (and
through her pussy) at the very thought.
"But I won't tie your nipples to your toes,
Kelly," Lin reassured her helpless prisoner. "You're not
yet ready for that sort of play."
Kelly continued shivering. No kidding, she
silently agreed, locking eyes with her captor/hostess. Wait!
What does she mean 'not yet'? Kelly imagined taut,
strong cords linking her toes and nipples. That was
certainly something she'd never want to happen... not to
her, anyway... not for very long, anyway. Watching
it happen to Mistress Wendy was another matter, of course, but
even then it would be... cruel. And then...
Lin was sucking on her toes! She'd turned Kelly's heel,
taken Kelly's big and number-two right toes into her mouth, and
was sucking on them!
Kelly's shivering went into overdrive, as did her squirming and
attempts to roll her body and flex her legs, but none of it did
anything to make Lin stop!
Lin had added tongue to the equation. She continued
sucking, working her way from one end of her foot to the other,
with two or three toes receiving attention at any given time,
but now her tongue was gliding between Kelly's toes, licking and
generally wiggling like a wet, warm, fat worm, or slug, or
snake, or... tongue!
Was it foreplay? Torture? Lin's tender ministrations
neither tickled nor hurt, so Kelly decided to go with
foreplay. It wasn't a particularly difficult decision.
Lin paused in her efforts and smiled at Kelly. "Pay close
attention," she advised. "Sometime before dawn, I'll
expect you to do this for me, and I'll require enthusiasm and at
least some degree of diligence."
How am I gonna do that? Kelly wondered. I guess
she'll have to untie me and remove the gag. She
closed her eyes as the sucking and licking continued. She
won't have to untie me completely, of course, but the gag will
definitely have to go.
"Mrrf?" Kelly paused in her pointless efforts to escape
Lin's bonds and ignore Lin's lips, mouth, and tongue—and
blinked in distress (and disappointment).
Lin had stopped sucking on her toes and was strolling back to
the foot of the bed. Smiling her gorgeous smile, once
again, her gaze traveled between Kelly's splayed legs and down
her helpless body. Then, Lin climbed onto the bed on her
hands and knees... and settled onto her stomach.
Kelly flinched and shivered in her bonds as Lin positioned her
beautiful face inches from Kelly's pussy and placed her hands on
Kelly's upper thighs. The ropes prevented Kelly from
closing her legs, of course. In fact, she could barely
move them at all. Lin's cool, strong hands and her elbows
on the bed gave her support as she leaned even closer, pursed
her lips, and delicately blew across Kelly's flushed and
glistening labia. The auburn curls of Kelly's pubic bush,
growing but still rather short after their last trim, did their
best to stir in the gentle breeze.
"And here's something else that requires your careful
attention," Lin purred, then extended her tongue and dragged its
full length up Kelly's labia. "You'll be doing this as
"Mrrrr!" Kelly squealed through her gag. Does she mean
the blowing part, the licking part, or both?
And then, Lin began licking Kelly's pussy and probing with her
thrusting, flicking tongue in earnest—and for Kelly, coherent
thought became increasingly difficult.