Elke and Donna
returned to Abby's Magnificent Modern Mountainside Mansion
around mid-afternoon. They were sweaty and tired but far
from spent. Elke had really enjoyed the hike.
Donna disengaged the bear-proof latch and opened the gate in the
ten-foot iron fence protecting the pool area. They passed
through, resecured the gate, climbed the steps to the main deck,
and found Abby, Mikki, and Lilly waiting.
Abby was back in the denim cutoffs she'd worn yesterday.
Either that or she owned multiple pairs of Daisy Dukes.
Her top was a white tank-top (with pokies), her hair was pulled
back in a ponytail, and her feet were bare. She looked hot
Mikki was dressed in what Elke recognized as her own ratty
old pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and a white tank-top (also with
pokies). Her feet were bare and her hair was also pulled
back in a ponytail. Consciously or otherwise, Mikki was a
younger version of her 40-something cousin. Elke couldn't
help but smile. It was very cute.
Oh-by-the-way, the serving-chains (collar, manacles, shackles,
and connecting chains) Mikki had been wearing when Elke and
Donna departed on their hike were conspicuous by their
absence. Apparently, Abby and/or Lilly had decided The
Dweeb had been sufficiently punished for her transgressions.
As for Lilly... Elke's eyes had popped wide as soon as she
got a good look at what Donna's little sister was
"wearing." She also swallowed, nervously.
Lilly was naked! Nude! She wasn't wearing any
clothing! However, based on Elke's admittedly non-detailed
knowledge of medieval barbarity, Lilly's neck and wrists were
locked in what she believed was called a "fiddle," meaning the
metal restraining device, not the musical instrument.
It was a thick, wide, shining metal collar with a hefty
horizontal extension that terminated in a pair of side-by-side
cuffs. They held her hands at the level of her face and
palm-to-palm, and thanks to a locking pin and a dangling brass
padlock, she had no choice in the matter! Elke
strongly suspected the device was made of aluminum, which was
probably a good thing, as surely a steel fiddle would
have been much heavier.
And speaking of heavy, Lilly's ankles were locked in steel
shackles with swivel-rings connected by a single steel
link! Any steps Lilly tried to take would be severely
And making things even worse, spring-loaded steel clamps pinched
Lilly's nipples! Mikki had mentioned Lilly using similar
horrible devices to pinch her nipples yesterday.
The clamps had a thin connecting chain of nested links, and a
second, similar chain was clipped to the center of the
clamp-chain with its other end captured by the hasp of the
padlock dangling from the underside of fiddle.
The chains formed a "Y" that linked Lilly's nipples to the
padlock! And dangling from the center of the "Y" was a
very pretty jingle-bell about an inch and a half in
diameter. It didn't appear to be particularly heavy, but
(as designed) it did jingle in a musical manner
whenever Lilly made any significant movements. Obviously,
Elke realized, it was there to humiliate the naked prisoner when
it jangled, and, like a bell on a cat's collar, alerted the
neighborhood that a naked captive damsel was out and about.
Also obviously, the Bondage Games at the Magnificent Modern
Mountainside Mansion hadn't been put on hold just because Elke
and Donna were off someplace taking a hike. Lilly was
being punished, Mikki was no longer being punished, and Elke
needed an update.
Anyway, hugs, kisses, and other greetings were exchanged (with
the exception of Lilly, who did voice her
greetings but only received a gingerly hug from her big sister,
which she was unable to return).
"I turned on the sauna a few minutes ago," Abby announced, so
why don't you two,"—she pointed to Elke and Mikki—"enjoy the
heat. Lilly and I will start working on dinner"—she smiled
at Donna—"while you soak in the tub. The girls
have important matters to discuss."
"They do, indeed," Donna agreed, planted a kiss on Elke's cheek,
then made a shooing motion at the youngsters. "Go!"
Elke and Mikki smiled, then tromped and padded (respectively)
across the deck towards the mansion and their bedrooms, leaning
close in a conspiratorial manner as they departed.
"I have big news!" they said simultaneously. This was
followed by, "Jinx!" which was followed by "Reverse jinx!" which
was followed by a disgustingly cute bout of girlish giggling,
poking, elbow-nudging, and general tomfoolery.
Abby, Donna, Lilly smiled and watched the BFFs enter the
mansion. They'd heard the full exchange.
"Delightful," Abby sighed.
"Adorable," Donna added.
"Disgusting," Lilly huffed, but she was still smiling and Abby
and Donna knew she was kidding.
"Okay," Donna muttered, nodding at her naked, captive little
sister. "What did she do this time?"
"The usual," Abby purred. "I'll fill you in later, if you
care for the details."
"Not important," Donna shrugged. "Bath," she announced,
then clomped away, following the girls into the mansion.
Lilly turned to Abby (which caused her bell to jingle).
"How am I gonna help you fix dinner like this?" she demanded.
Abby's lips curled in a wicked smile. "With great
Elke and Mikki
chatted as they tramped and padded (respectively) to Elke's
guest bedroom. The chatting continued as Elke undressed
and shrugged into her robe... then they padded to Mikki's guest
bedroom so she could disrobe... then they padded to the sauna,
robed and nude (respectively), as Mikki hadn't packed a
robe. They showered, entered the sauna, and settled in to
bake in the dry heat.
Finally, Elke broke her Big News, that Abby and Donna had
offered her a full scholarship to the graduate school of her
choice! Squeals of delight and tight, naked hugs
ensued. Mikki told her BFF she would be crazy not
to accept the kind offer, but as it turns out, the admonishment
wasn't necessary. Elke had already decided to let Abby and
Donna make her dreams come true.
Elke's news disposed of, Mikki retaliated by explaining that her
dream, a place where she could write (while not starving),
had also been fulfilled! More squeals of delight
and naked hugs ensued; however, while Elke approved of Mikki
taking up residence at the Magnificent Modern Mountainside
Mansion, there was a condition: Mikki had to promise to keep in
touch and let her know if the bondage shenanigans were getting
out of hand. Regular letters and e-mail messages would be
mandatory, and Elke promised to come to her aid if required.
Elke proposed the code word "paraclete" as Mikki's signal that
all was not well and she required rescue. Mikki countered
that if she was freaking out from excessive bondage, working
"paraclete" into a letter or e-mail might be too much of a
challenge. Elke conceded that her BFF had raised a valid
point. They agreed to table the issue of code words until
a later date.
Needless to say, the BFFs were all smiles and very happy.
After several minutes of basking and sweating, Elke's semi-sore
muscles were soothed and both BFFs were more than ready for
They emerged from the sauna, showered, toweled themselves dry...
and it was only then that the naked blonde and ginger realized
Elke's robe was missing, and hanging in its place was a white
string bikini! And hanging on the next peg was a red
"I guess dinner will be poolside," Mikki observed dryly.
"So it would seem," Elke agreed.
There was nothing they could do about it. Of course, the
BFFs could return to their bedrooms and change into
something else, but that would be contrary to the mansion's
dress code and not the actions of polite house
guests. Mikki grinned, Elke pouted, and they donned the
Bikini-clad (and nearly naked), their hair damp but brushed and
rapidly drying, Mikki and Elke padded to the kitchen, out onto
the main deck, then down to the pool deck.
As expected, Abby, Donna, and Lilly were waiting. Abby was
wearing her sexy, skimpy, jade-blue string-bikini and Donna her
sexy, skimpy, Prussian-blue string-bikini. Lilly was also
wearing a bikini, however...
Lilly's aluminum fiddle was missing, as were the steel shackles
formerly severely hobbling her steps. Her neck was
collar-free, her wrists cuffs-free, and her bare feet completely
unimpeded. And while she was bikini-clad, it was
steel bikini, not a string-bikini. Also,
the bikini bottom was... accessorized.
In point of fact, Lilly was wearing a steel bra, a steel
chastity belt, and steel thigh-cuffs! Chain-mail-like
ribbons of nested steel links served as bra-straps and connected
the bra to the belt and the belt to the thigh cuffs! And
all the metal edges were lined with black something-or-other,
Elke was staring at Lilly with wide blue eyes, her lips pursed
in an amazed pout.
Mikki's brown eyes were also wide, but a wicked grin curled her
gorgeous, bee-stung lips. She leaned close and whispered
in Elke's ear. "See how everything is padlocked? The
thigh-cuffs are so she can't spread her legs, reach under the
crotch panel, and play with herself."
Elke's blue eyes were still wide, and now they were blinking as
well, behind her glasses. She was also blushing.
Elke frowned and turned to her BFF. "Shut up! Also,
who made you such an expert in steel bikini outfits."
Still smiling, Mikki shrugged. "I read. I browse."
Abby and Donna had heard the whispered exchange, and were
smiling, but they had the good grace not to make
annoying comments like "Adorable!" and/or "Delightful!"
Lilly had also overheard the girls' discussion of her ensemble,
and her smile was considerably less jubilant. She focused
on Mikki, then indicated her steel costume with a sweeping
gesture. "Don't worry. It will fit you."
Now Mikki was the one doing the blinking. "Who said
"It's only a matter of time," Lilly interrupted, still smiling,
then turned and padded towards the outdoor kitchen.
Apparently, she was the cook, like the first time Mikki and Elke
had dined at poolside.
Abby and Donna beamed at Elke and Mikki.
Elke and Mikki smiled back.
"Well?" Abby demanded.
Elke and Mikki exchanged a blushing look, then answered "Yes!"
What followed might be described as an explosion of
gleeful shouts and enthusiastic hugs.
Lilly watched the celebration with resigned disgust (and a
carefully hidden smile). Obviously, Elke would get her
scholarship, Abby and Donna would get their tax break, Mikki
would get her writer's sanctuary, and she (Lilly) would get a
new playmate: Mikki. It was a win-win-win-win-win!
She watched the bikini-clad hugs and kisses for a few seconds,
then... "What the hell." ...surrendered her stoic
facade, padded back to the group, and engaged in a few hugs and
kisses of her own.
potato salad. It was a very enjoyable outdoor feast.
The only kinky aspect was Lilly's costume, but at this point
neither Mikki nor Elke considered Lilly being padlocked in a
metal bikini all that remarkable. The Magnificent Modern
Mountainside Mansion ran by its own rules, and Elke had finally
found an opportunity to share her pet name for Abby, Donna, and
Lilly's abode with her BFF. Mikki thought "MMMM" or "4M"
was very cute and resolved to start using some variant
of the mansion's new moniker from now on.
After everyone had eaten their fill, the girls pitched in to
help Lilly with the cleanup. The group continued chatting
out on the deck while the sun set, not bothering to change out
of their bikinis. Eventually, however, the dropping
temperature drove them indoors. More conversation followed
in one of the MMMM's many comfortable sitting-rooms.
Elke announced that tomorrow she would spend the day on the
internet, browsing graduate school details and composing e-mail
messages to her favorite Lewis & Clark professors asking for
advice and letters of recommendation. Admission deadlines
loomed, so she had to get cracking if she was going to start
graduate school in the fall, but was willing to concede that
that might not be possible.
Mikki's ambitions for the next day were less ambitious.
She planned to sneak away and explore the subterranean
levels. She knew there were at least two sub-levels, as
the stairs to the level where she'd been entertained by Lilly
had continued downwards. She suspected all or most of the
steel doors down below would be locked, but at least she could
learn the floor plan... or plans... meaning the floor plans of
each of the two-or-more subterranean levels. She kept her
snooping plans to herself, of course, not even telling
Elke. Abby, Donna, and Elke might disapprove, and
if so, Lilly might be delegated to tie her up and/or lock her in
a cage in order to frustrate her healthy, natural, and entirely
Eventually... goodnight kisses and hugs were exchanged and
everybody retired for the night.
Mikki padded to the guest bathroom and prepared for bed, then
padded on to her assigned guest bedroom, removed her red bikini,
and (now totally nude) climbed between the sheets and snuggled
against her pillow.
Mikki was very happy. She'd found a wonderful
place to live and write! Abby was wonderful (and hot),
Donna was also wonderful (and hot), and Lilly was... not just a
bondage aficionado, but a bona fide bondage professional
(and hot)! She makes bondage stuff for a living!
Mikki had no idea why her mother had considered Abby to be a
little odd. Maybe her mom knew about her cousin's penchant
for restrained entertainment. She decided that when she
knew her 40-something fellow ginger a little better, she'd
ask. Anyway... smiling and content, Mikki closed her eyes
and drifted off to sleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ zzzzzzz ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Mrrrmf?" Someone had pulled back the covers, hopped onto
Mikki's bed, and was straddling her naked body! Also,
they'd popped a rubber ball in Mikki's mouth and were buckling
its attached strap at the nape of her neck, under her tousled
mass of gorgeous ginger curls! It was a ball-gag!
"Mrrrmf!" And now, Mikki's mysterious attacker was binding
her crossed wrists behind her back with thin cord! Mikki
was being kidnapped! Abducted! Seized! And if
it wasn't her imagination, her abductor was naked, except for a
few bits of hard metal that were jabbing her here and there!
"Quiet, you," Lilly hissed as she climbed off her prisoner,
dragged Mikki to her feet, took a firm grip on her hair, and
dragged her from her bedroom.
Mikki blinked and cooperated (as if she had any choice) as they
padded down the MMMM's dark hallways. Lilly set a brisk
pace... and soon they arrived at what she realized was the room
that was going to be her permanent bedroom/writing-room once she
Lilly released Mikki's hair, then closed and locked the bedroom
door behind them. Click!
Mikki blinked and looked around. The reading lamps on the
bedside tables emitted a feeble glow. She surmised the
lamps had low and high settings (meaning nightlight and reading
settings), and Lilly had set them on low (nightlight). The
drapes were open and a full moon was adding its pale
illumination to the general ambiance.
Actually, not counting the nocturnal lighting, there was one
minuscule but rather significant change to the bedroom decor:
four lengths of shiny steel chain rested on bedspread!
They were attached to the four corners of the platform-style
bed, somewhere down near the floor—terminated in gleaming steel
manacles for the pair near the headboard—and shackles for the
pair near the foot. Mikki could see that the wide, heavy
cuffs was appropriately sized and shaped to fit attractive
feminine wrists (like Mikki's) or lovely female ankles (also
"MRRRF!" Mikki didn't want to be spreadeagled on her new
bed with her wrists and ankles locked in smooth, rounded, heavy
steel cuffs! Not tonight, anyway. Some other
night? Well, maybe, but not tonight! "MRRR!"
"Hush," Lilly chuckled, then "encouraged" Mikki to flop down
onto the mattress and secured her ankles in the
shackle-cuffs. This didn't take very long, nor was it
particularly difficult. Mikki offered only token
resistance and the shackles locked by means of pushing on their
protruding locks until they clicked and became flush
with the wall of the cuff. No muss, no fuss, no
escape. Securing Mikki's wrists in the manacle-cuffs was
similarly simple. It did require the untying of the ginger
captive's wrists, but once that was accomplished, locking
Mikki's reluctant wrists in the waiting cuffs was no challenge
for an experienced damsel-wrangler like Lilly.
So... when the proverbial dust settled, Mikki found
herself spreadeagled on her back on the bed—naked, ball-gagged,
indignant, and/or maybe just a teensie-weensie bit scared—and
her predicament was stringent. She squirmed and
kicked and tugged on her steel bonds and bravely glared at
her smiling, gloating, metal bikini-clad captor. It seemed
like the proper thing to do, given the circumstances, but Mikki
was willing to concede that she might be wrong.
Lilly returned Mikki's glower with a gloating smile, then cocked
her head to the side. "Hmm... A little loose, don't
ya think? I think I'll remove a link from all four
chains... maybe two links."
Mikki continued squirming and glaring. Her steel
spreadeagled predicament was not loose, thank you very
much. She assumed (hoped) that Lilly was kidding.
Still smiling, Lilly reached for the ceiling and stretched
full-length—"Eeeyah!"—climbed onto the bed, lay full length
against the left side of Mikki's helpless body, and snuggled
Mikki could do nothing to prevent Lilly's semi-naked display of
affection. Not only was the ball-gag plugging her mouth
making it impossible for to express her feelings in an
articulate manner, but more importantly, she was having a
difficult time sorting out said feelings. Mikki was...
conflicted... and helpless. The steel bra-cups and belt of
Lilly's ensemble were hard against her skin, but at least they
were smooth. As for Lilly's skin... it was also smooth...
and warm... and firm but not hard.
Lilly kissed Mikki's right cheek where it bulged above the tight
strap of the ball-gag, then squeezed her left breast. "I'm
really glad you're agreed to live with us, Little
Red." She continued gently squeezing and releasing Mikki's
left breast... then used her thumb and forefinger to toy with
Mikki's nipple. "Big Red and Donna play together all the
time, and I confess there are times I feel a little left
out. With you here, however, I'll always have
someone to play with, and won't have to resort to doing naughty
things to trick Abby into punishing me."
Mikki shivered in her bonds. "Mrrrf?"
"I know, I know," Lilly purred, "I'll grant you plenty of
time to do your writing." She shifted her attention to
Mikki's right breast. "I will." She kissed Mikki's
ball-gagged mouth. "I promise."
Mikki continued shivering. Lilly was now caressing her
"Now," Lilly continued, "if I'm going to put all this time and
effort into making your deepest, darkest damsel fantasies come
true... it's only fair that you should show your appreciation in
the proper manner. I suppose I'll have to teach you
how." Her hands continued sliding, squeezing, and
teasing. Mikki continued shivering and squirming.
"Consider this your first lesson. Pay close attention and
take good mental notes. Until Abby lets me out of all this
steel hardware, you won't be able to demonstrate what I'm about
to teach you."
And with that, Lilly ceased her tit and tummy teasing, released
her embrace, slithered down the bed, climbed over Mikki's leg,
and settled onto her stomach with her smiling face very close
to Mikki's lewdly (and involuntarily) splayed crotch—close
enough that Mikki could feel Lilly's breath on her flushed labia
and it stirred the curls of her ginger pubic bush.
"Here we go," Lilly announced, leaned close, and slid her tongue
the full length of Mikki's labia with a slow, wet, warm lick.
Mikki tugged on her bonds and shivered with renewed
"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,"
Lilly quoted, then began licking, probing, and sucking Mikki's
lady-bits in earnest. She wanted Little Red's first lesson
to be very memorable.
The next day
Elke rose with the sun, padded to the bathroom and conducted her
morning ablutions, then returned to the bedroom and changed from
her pajamas into a pair of navy-blue cotton shorts and a white
T-shirt. She considered adding anklets and sneakers to her
ensemble, but since the wearing of shoes didn't seem to be all
that prevalent at the Magnificent Modern Mountainside Mansion,
she decided to remain barefoot.
Elke padded her way to the kitchen and found Abby and Donna
already present. Abby was wearing Daisy Dukes and a white
T-shirt. Donna was in gray cotton hiking shorts and a
powder-blue T-shirt. Apparently, it was a shorts and
T-shirt kind of day. Morning greetings (with polite
kisses) were exchanged, then Elke poured herself a cup of
It was Donna's turn to cook breakfast, various bowls and
utensils were in the sink, and a delicious aroma wafted through
the kitchen. Donna was selecting apples and peaches
(possibly nectarines) from a wooden bowl. "Frittata," she
announced, for Elke's benefit. "Eggs, chopped peppers and
shallots, shredded cheese, diced ham, and hash brown potatoes."
"Baked like a casserole," Abby added.
Elke nodded. She already knew what a frittata was, but
that wasn't important.
Just then, Lilly and Mikki arrived and kicked off another round
of greeting and kisses. Mikki was wearing an ensemble Elke
recognized: a pair of army-green hiking shorts and a
heather-gray, French-cut t-shirt with a cartoon sketch of some
mountains and the message "TAKE IT OUTSIDE" printed on the
front. Lilly, however, was still dressed in her padlocked
After the the niceties were exchanged, Lilly stood before Abby
and pouted, hands on hips.
Abby grinned, then reached into the pocket, produced a brass
key, and handed it to Lilly. "Quick like a bunny," she
chuckled. "The frittata will be ready in..." She
glanced at her spouse.
"Fifteen minutes," Donna smiled.
Lilly turned and stomped (padded) from the Kitchen.
Coffee was sipped and enjoyed, small talk exchanged, and the
landscape admired through the kitchen's window-wall. Then,
Donna took the iron skillet full of steaming, aromatic,
crusty-topped goodness from the oven and placed it on a trivet,
allowing it to cool. Five minutes later, Donna extracted
slices from the skillet and plated them up, together with apple
and peach slices, and Lilly returned.
Lilly's brown pageboy was damp but neatly combed and she was
wearing Daisy Dukes and a white tank-top.
Elke smiled as she sipped her coffee. Close enough,
she decided. Shorts-and-T-shirts are, in fact, the
uniform of the day.
The frittata was as delicious as they all expected, and the
fruit was crisp, sweet and an excellent complement to the yummy
After the meal, and after Elke's kind and polite offer to help
with the cleanup was refused, she padded back to her bedroom,
opened her laptop, and set to work.
Soon, she had a generic message to her professors composed and
ready to act as a template. It explained her changed
circumstances (excluding the bondage aspects, of course), asked
for advice concerning her choice of schools (and she did add
Oxford and Cambridge to her wish list), and politely begged for
a letter of recommendation. Next, she cloned her template,
added personal details to tailor each message, and sent them
It was ridiculous to sit and wait for responses, so Elke began
browsing to keep herself busy. She searched Princeton,
Harvard, M.I.T., Stanford, UC-Berkley, Chicago, Cambridge, and
Oxford, checking out possible living arrangements, and in the
case of Oxford and Cambridge, the added complication of applying
for a student visa. By the time midday rolled around, Elke
was ready to take a break.
Lunch at the MMMM was totally casual, with no set time or
organized menu. Elke perused the possibilities in the
pantry, settled on a packet of ramen noodles (roast chicken),
and set to work. In only a few minutes she had a steaming
bowl of yummy, slurpy noodles ready, had brewed herself a mug of
tea, and was sitting out on the main deck and enjoying the
view. It was a magnificent day... like yesterday and the
Elke was halfway through her modest repast when the kitchen door
opened and Abby appeared.
"There you are, darling," Abby purred. "When you've
finished your lunch, meet me in the Yoga Studio."
"Uh, okay," Elke responded, "but first I'll have to clean up my
"Just leave your bowl, mug, and chopsticks in the sink," Abby
"Thank you," Elke said as Abby waved and returned to the
kitchen. "Well..." she muttered to herself, her blue eyes
blinking behind her glasses, "what now?"
As she made
her way to the Yoga Studio—the space with the bamboo paneling
and thick, plush carpet where Abby had given her her first
rigging lesson—Elke was nervous. Not scared, mind you, but
definitely nervous. She'd sorta assumed the bondage
nonsense that had started happening soon after they'd arrived at
the mansion was over, at least with respect to poor, innocent
Elke. At least this time she wasn't already tied
up and/or gagged and would have a chance to argue her case if
Abby did want to tie her up, lock her in handcuffs,
strap her into a leather or canvas straitjacket, etc.
No, Elke decided, I'm just being silly.
Everything will be just fine. And then, she
arrived at the studio... and everything was not fine.
Abby was waiting, smiling broadly and still rockin' her Daisy
Dukes and white T-shirt. The mistress of the mansion was gorgeous,
Mikki was also waiting, but she was not rockin' her
army-green shorts and heather-gray T-shirt. In point of
fact, Elke's BFF was naked. Given recent events,
this wasn't what Elke could call shocking or even unusual, but
it was unexpected. Mikki's long, ginger curls
were pulled back in a tight ponytail, or possibly braided.
It all was behind her head so Elke couldn't be sure. And
speaking of Mikki's head, a two-inch ball-gag with a lime-green
sphere and black leather strap was plugging her mouth, tight
enough to make her cheeks bulge. She was standing
with her bare feet about eighteen-inches apart, her everything
else also bare, and her hands resting atop her head with her
One final detail: resting on the carpet to Mikki's right was a
neat row of five bundled coils of conditioned hemp rope.
Elke's heart was pounding and her breathing rate elevated, but
she didn't flee in alarm. Instead, she padded forward, her
blue eyes on her BFF (who was gorgeous, by the way, like
Abby). "What's happening?" she demanded.
"I thought I'd give you a chance to demonstrate the skills I've
taught you," Abby purred.
Elke's eyes popped wide (wider, actually) and she shifted her
gaze from Mikki to Abby. "What?"
"You need to satisfy yourself that you can, indeed, tie up Mikki
without her wiggling free as soon as you turn your back," Abby
clarified. (Not that clarification was actually needed.)
"You want me to tie her up?" Elke inquired quietly.
Abby grinned. "I believe you would benefit from the
"Closure," Elke huffed.
"Closure," Abby reiterated.
Elke gazed at her BFF, who gazed back... naked, submissive,
"Would you like a few suggestions?" Abby inquired.
Elke continued staring at Mikki... then her face set in a
determined pout. "No. I got this."
Mikki and Abby watched as Elke stooped, selected a coil of rope,
released its retaining hitch, and began the process of preparing
it for use, as she'd been taught.
"On your knees," Elke ordered, and Mikki complied. Elke
could now see that her BFF's hair was, indeed, plaited in a
single braid, the end of which was secured by three or four
inches of tightly wrapped hemp cord. Also, the tongue of
the ball-gag's steel buckle was secured by a tiny, dangling
steel padlock. Wow, Elke thought, then set to
When the proverbial dust settled, Mikki was hogtied.
● Mikki was box-tied with her wrists crossed
and lashed against spine. Bands of rope pinned her
upper-arms against her sides and yoked her shoulders.
Elke took a couple of steps back and watched as Mikki continued
what Abby explained was known as a "courtesy struggle."
The preliminary results were promising, in that there were no
results. Mikki squirmed, twisted, tugged on the ropes, and
obviously did her very best to escape from Elke's handiwork, but
Elke's knots were holding! The box-tie and hogtie ropes
were efficiently and effectively limiting her struggles!
● Mikki's ankles were crossed and lashed together.
● Taught, tightly wrapped strands of rope linked her
ankle bonds to her box-tie bonds, tied through the nexus of
rope above Mikki's crossed wrists.
● Mikki was balanced on her taut tummy with most of her
boobs and thighs lifted off the carpet.
● There were no knots anywhere close to Mikki's
fluttering, questing fingers.
Elke'd finally done it! And it felt surprisingly good to
have achieved the goal that had previously proved so elusive:
tying up her best friend!
"Excellent," Abby purred, then stepped close and gave Elke a sideways hug and
kissed her blushing cheek. "A little sloppy," she
whispered in Elke's closest ear.
Elke frowned. "Sloppy?"
"Not to worry," Abby chuckled. "I'm talkin' about Kinbaku
style-points, which aren't important. An excellent
effort. You make me proud."
Elke continued blushing and gazing at her naked, ball-gagged,
and hogtied BFF, the notorious ginger-haired dweeb. "This
is nuts," she muttered.
Abby chuckled and kissed Elke's cheek, again. This did not
help her blushing problem.
"Congratulations," Abby whispered, her lips close to Elke's
ear. "You're a rigger and a Top. Mikki's
Elke blinked and stared at her alleged Bottom's continuing (but
futile) escape efforts. Nuts, she thought. Totally
"You know," Abby purred, "you could add her braid and
big toes to the hogtie. That would make her truly helpless."
Elke's lips settled into a fierce pout. "No!" She
then shrugged out from under Abby's arm, spun on her bare feet,
and padded towards the door that ultimately led to her guest
bedroom. "I have to check my e-mail," she announced, and
"Farewell, Mistress Elke," Abby chuckled, then focused on
Mikki. "One hour," she announced. "No, make that two
hours." She padded to the doorway, paused in the
threshold, turned back, and smiled. "Or... feel free to
squirm your way to either Donna or Lilly and hope they take pity
and untie you. I have no idea where either of them might
be located at the moment, so you might be in for a long, arduous
And with that, Mikki was alone in the studio, naked,
ball-gagged, and stringently hogtied. 'Mistress
Elke,' she mused as she settled in to languish until
rescued. Who woulda thunk it.
was no more bondage nonsense for Elke the rest of her visit to
the Magnificent Modern Mountainside Mansion—not with Elke as Top
or Bottom, anyway. She did stumble across her BFF in naked
bondage now and again, but not every day. Lilly seemed to
be the one responsible for Mikki's occasional run-ins with rope,
leather, steel, and lack of clothing, and Elke was beginning to
suspect there might be a relationship developing
between her BFF and Donna's little sister. She decided she
was okay with that. In fact, Elke was glad her BFF might
be finding someone else to take care of her (and tie her up, so
Elke didn't have to).
Hiking, shopping trips into town, dinner, lunch, or High Tea at
various area restaurants, yoga sessions, swimming, and lounging
happened... and finally... the visit was over.
Tearful goodbyes with Abby and Donna complete, Lilly drove them
home in her white van. Mikki's car remained behind in the
MMMM's garage. Elke was dropped off at her parents' home,
then Lilly and Mikki continued on to Mikki's "crappy
apartment." Lilly stayed a few days to help Mikki pack her
things (most of which Mikki donated to Goodwill), settle her
lease, and execute a change of address.
Did bondage shenanigans happen during Lilly's visit? Why
do you even ask?
Elke continued her efforts to enter the graduate school of her
dreams. She was accepted at several universities, but
after careful consideration decided on Stanford, and she just
squeaked past the admissions deadline! Elke started
work on her Masters degree and eventually began developing plans
to earn her Ph.D. at Cambridge. And Abby and Donna
continued paying for everything! It was wonderful! They
As for Mikki, she began writing, and eighteen months after
taking up residence at the MMMM, her first novel was accepted
for publication and she was already hard at work on her second!
As for Bondage Shenanigans, Lilly gave Mikki a complete,
detailed, and highly interactive tour of the lower levels.
This took quite a few months as Lilly had to allow Mikki plenty
of time for her writing, like she'd promised.
The tour included a return to the chamber with the ominous steel
milk can! And this time, Lilly thought Mikki was ready, so
she "allowed" Little Red to experience the cylinder's
claustrophobic and pitch black interior (once the lid was
tightly in place and the chains and padlocks deployed and
snapped shut). It was everything Mikki thought it would
be, meaning incredibly cramped, uncomfortable, stuffy,
unpleasant, and thrilling!
Also, Mikki and Lilly did develop a relationship.
That is, they were not only Bottom and Top, respectively, but
openly acknowledged girlfriends and lovers, and Abby and Donna
were more than okay with the "youngsters'" burgeoning romance.
Elke rotated her academic vacations from Stanford between her
parents and the Magnificent Modern Mountainside Mansion, and
when the time finally came for her to travel to the UK to start
attending Cambridge, Abby decreed that it would be a group
trip. Elke, Mikki, Abby, Donna, and Abby flew into
Heathrow, took a few days to see the sights of London, then
stayed a week at the castle of Abby's dear friend, Lady Jane
A real medieval castle! With all the modern
conveniences! Also, as it turned out, Her Ladyship was also
into bondage shenanigans! The castle had real
dungeons! The castle had real torture
chambers! The castle and its inhabitants were kinky
as all get out!
"This is nuts!" Elke muttered to her BFF as Lady Jane's
maids pounced and the fun began—but that's another