|by Van © 2015
down the early morning street beside her BFF (alleged
BFF, she amended her thoughts). They were on their way to
start work at Bibliophile Books. Catherine and
Karli had insisted they eat a big breakfast before leaving
Sinister Stirling Mansion, and they had. It turned out
Catherine had, indeed, put both sets of guest underwear in to
soak, Agatha's borrowed Hello Kitty® and Chibi's WW undies, so
Chibi was going commando. Karli had profusely apologized
that Agatha would also be working another day sans lingerie,
not that Agatha was fooled, of course. Karli was enjoying
Agatha's crushing embarrassment. However, Agatha reminded
her that she already had a set of undies somewhere in the
mansion that still hadn't been returned. Checkmate!
Karli produced the missing (and boringly plain) panties and bra,
Agatha and Chibi dressed, enjoyed breakfast with their
hostesses, were sent on their way with hugs and kisses, and that
But not quite. Agatha was excited and troubled.
It was a beautiful and momentous day. When they got to the
store they would be meeting the mysterious New Clerk! But
that paled to insignificance in the aftermath of last
night. Agatha was afraid her efforts to make love to Karli
had been, well, pathetic, but the bound but not gagged
Shieldmaiden had risen to the occasion. After Agatha's
initial efforts at finger fiddling, the captive had ordered her
supposed captor to pile all the pillows against the headboard
and recline on her back with her legs spread, then rolled and
writhed and wiggled her box- and frog-tied body until she was
between Agatha's legs and her face close to her pussy. And
then, her face was more than close and Agatha's
experience with cunnilingus passed from the theoretical to the
practical. And it had been glorious! And
she'd even managed to return the favor, reversing positions and
licking Karli's pussy until the prisoner tugged on her bonds,
gasped, and shivered in orgasm.
"A penny for your thoughts," Chibi purred as they walked.
Agatha continued walking for several steps before
answering. "Are you my friend?" she asked, finally.
"What?" Chibi giggled.
"It's a simple question," Agatha muttered. "Are you in any
way, shape, or form my friend?"
Chibi skidded to a halt, so Agatha did too. "How can you
even think that?"
"Does a friend join a 'book club' and not tell her friend?"
Agatha huffed. "Does a friend lure her supposed friend
into situations where she gets kidnapped and stripped naked
and... and... stuff?"
"What did Karli do to you?" Chibi demanded with a grin.
"Wait 'til I tell you what Catherine did to me."
"Shut-up-and-answer-the-question!" Agatha demanded in a near
shout. Her hands were in tight fists at her sides and she
was literally hopping mad!
Pedestrian traffic was light, but several heads turned towards
the public spectacle—then immediately turned away and hurried
about their pressing business.
"Finley and Edwina ordered me not to tell you about the club,"
Chibi said quietly. For the first time in Agatha's memory,
her BFF was blushing. "I wanted to, but..."
"How long?" Agatha huffed. "You said you've been in the
club 'forever.' How long is forever?"
"Two whole months," Chibi admitted, "almost."
"Two months," Agatha muttered.
"I suggested Finley order some Kinbaku books for the
arts and crafts section," Chibi said. "It was a joke, but
she immediately called Edwina over and they grilled me on what I
knew about Kinbaku-bi and stuff like that for... an
hour? Then, Edwina mentioned the club, Finley yelled at
her for a while, seeing as how it's an actual 'Secret Society'
and everything. Anyway, I kept pestering them." She
nudged Agatha in the ribs with her elbow. "You know
how I love pestering people. Eventually they caved, but
said that if I was such an expert, and seeing as how the cat was
already out of the bag, there should be a demonstration before
my swearing in and initiation and everything. So, I did
one—a demonstration, I mean—and with that... I was in."
"Two months?" Agatha said evenly, then resumed walking.
Chibi scrambled to catch up. "Anyway, they swore me to
"Total secrecy," Agatha huffed. "Hah!"
"Please," Chibi begged, "forgive me? Please?"
Agatha's response was "grin-smirk #5," Agatha's Smirk of Power,
the one she reserved for situations in which she was in complete
control of the situation (or thought she was,
anyway). "I'm going to make you teach me how to tie people
up, like you promised," she purred, "then I'm going to tie you
up and... maybe then I'll forgive you."
Chibi grinned. "I can live with that." The bookstore
was a block away.
at the store a few minutes before the scheduled opening.
As usual, the security screen over the front door was rolled up
far enough for them to duck under and enter. Finley and
Edwina were at the front of the store, and with them was a
petite blonde—emphasis on petite.
As Agatha and Chibi joined the group, it became quite clear that
the newcomer was short, even shorter than Agatha!
Seriously. She was like... 5' 1", while Agatha was a
statuesque 5' 2". Also, the blonde wasn't quite a
"Kimberly Grau!" Chibi gushed, then pulled the blonde into a
friendly embrace and kissed her cheek. Chibi then turned
to her BFF. "You know Kim, right?"
Agatha nodded. She did remember Kimberly Grau, or her
smiling, devastatingly pretty face, anyway. She was a
regular customer—regular-ish, anyway—but not much of a
comics fan. Anyway, she wasn't a complete unknown.
Agatha noted Kimberly had a very pretty braided leather lanyard
around her neck with a Bibliophile Books photo ID and
cash register access stripe dangling from its clip, so Agatha
made the bold leap of logic that Kimberly was the new
clerk. "Hi!" Agatha said (shyly) and followed Chibi's
example by planting a kiss on Kimberly's cheek (also
"Kim has experience in retail," Finley announced, smiling at her
new employee, "but we'll start from zero. Chibi, why don't
you show Kimberly how the cash registers work." She then
turned to Agatha. "When the mail comes, you can walk her
through the in-processing procedure."
"Okay," Agatha nodded. Chibi was already leading Kim to
the closest cash register. "Uh... I'll straighten the
shelves." Better to volunteer for something before Finley
ordered her to scrub the floor with a toothbrush or something
equally irksome. Finley wasn't glowering and sending off
the same you're-in-the-doghouse vibe as yesterday, but why take
chances? Agatha decided to start in the back and beat feet
for the Children's section. That was usually the area that
needed the most attention, anyway.
Agatha noticed that Edwina was wearing the same blouse and skirt
as yesterday, which was unusual. Agatha was also wearing
the same outfit as yesterday, of course, the borrowed schoolgirl
uniform, and Chibi's clothes were also unchanged. Agatha
had no idea what it meant. Surely Edwina hadn't attended a
sleepover of her own? Anyway, Agatha noticed.
The designated time arrived, the security screens were rolled
all the way up, and Bibliophile Books was open for
Customers came and went with Chibi shadowing Kimberly as the
smiling little blonde provided assistance and processed their
purchases. As far as Agatha could tell, everything was
going smoothly. Apparently, Kimberly did have
retail experience and wasn't finding Bibliophile Book's
procedures to be all that difficult to master. Also,
Agatha decided, she's cute... really cute. Kim was
also friendly and perky and had a trim little figure... with
boobs. Karli would eat her up, Agatha thought,
then mentally kicked herself. What was it to her
if Karli wanted to kidnap Kimberly, peel off her clothes, tie
her up, and... Agatha shook her head and went back to
work... which meant waiting for a customer to ask her for
help... only none of the handful of shoppers were asking.
Finally, the mail arrived in the form of various letters,
invoices, brochures from publishers, and two large cardboard
boxes full of new titles. Chibi relieved Kim at the cash
register, Agatha carried one box to the work area in the back
and Kim carried the other.
The inventory in-processing procedure was relatively simple, but
in addition to scanning the books and verifying the shipping
documents, customer special orders had to be diverted from stock
and the books had to be organized by category for transfer to
the shelves. Finley wanted new titles to be available as
quickly as possible. This was the Internet Age, and
customers could order anything they wanted online. Bibliophile
Books survived because it provided something extra:
informed customer service, the authentic book store
experience. If a customer came in looking for a new book,
they expected to find it on the shelves, not "somewhere in the
"I really like your lanyard," Agatha said to Kim as they scanned
copies of Nemesis Games, the latest novel in James S.A.
Corey's Expanse series. The lanyard in question
was made from leather thongs dyed in three different colors and
braided in an intricate pattern. It was showy without
"Thanks," Kim said. "Leather-working is my favorite
hobby. I've been doing it since I was a Scout.
Finley says I can have some space on the display next to
register #1 for some of my bookmarks and book-weights."
"All of then," Kim nodded. "Tooled, with beads."
"Cool," Agatha smiled. "Uh, what's a book-weight?"
"Sort of a strap with two weights," Kim explained, "to hold a
book open while you read."
"Oh, one of those." Kim placed the Nemesis Games
hardbacks on the "Science Fiction/Fantasy" shelf of the staging
stacks behind the work table and turned to the second box of new
"Anyway," Kim continued, "leather-work is how I got into the
Agatha froze. "The club?"
"The Nancy Drew Book Club," Kim said with a grin. "I
mentioned to Chibi that I was working on a new design of body
harness—new for me, anyway—and she suggested I show the design
to Finley. I did, and—"
"Excuse me," Agatha interrupted, then turned, grabbed her trench
coat from the coat rack the staff used for their outerwear, and
walked towards the front of the store.
"Uh, Agatha?" Kimberly called after her.
Edwina was helping a customer in the Biographies section, Chibi
was still manning the cash register, and Finley was nearby as
Agatha stomped by, headed for the front door.
"Agatha?" Finley inquired with a frown.
"I'm goin' home to check my mail," Agatha explained, then was
out the door and gone.
Meanwhile, Kim had joined Finley and Chibi at the front of the
"What happened?" Finley demanded.
"I'm not sure," Kimberly shrugged. "She said she liked my
lanyard, I explained about my leather-working hobby and how it
got me into the club, and—"
"The club," Finley huffed. "You told her you're in the
Kimberly stared in surprise. "Well... yeah. Chibi
told me Agatha just joined, and—"
Finley glowered at Chibi. "You have a big mouth," she
"Sorry," Kimberly said quietly.
"Not you," Finley sighed, taking Kimberly's right hand and
giving it a reassuring pat. "You," she continued, still
staring at Chibi. "You have a big mouth."
"Sorry," Chibi sighed. "I better go after her."
"No," Finley huffed, then pulled her iPhone from her jacket
pocket. "I have a call to make, and then—" Her
glaring expression intensified, and it was still focused on
Chibi. "I have something to show you in the
basement." She shifted her gaze to Kimberly, and actually
smiled. "When Edwina's free, ask her to help you finish
processing the new books."
Kimberly looked from Finley... to Chibi... and back. "Uh..
Chibi bit her lower lip, nervously, as Kimberly walked
away. "Finley, I'm sorry. I—"
"Shut it!" Finley huffed as she scrolled through her contacts,
then tapped the screen to initiate a call.
day's of mail waiting in Agatha's mailbox was mainly advertising
mailers and unsolicited offers for insurance. Hidden in
the mix were two bills, but neither was urgent. Agatha
kept ahead of her expenses and even managed to save a
little. She knew she was lucky to have a well-paying job
she loved—which did not help her resolve her emotions
about what had happened—was happening—at Bibliophile Books.
"Nancy Drew Book Club," Agatha muttered to herself as she
entered her apartment. Even now, after the devastating
nature of her betrayal by everyone in the world she thought were
her friends (by which she meant her coworkers, of course) was
clear, she still thought the name of the club was cool.
But she wasn't in the mood to yuk it up.
And then there was Chibi, especially Chibi. Some
BFF, Agatha thought. The very idea!
Being a member of a bondage and boinking club and not inviting
me to join! Or rather, inviting me last,
after everyone else is already a member, after people who aren't
yet working at the store are already members! And
she tricked me into joining... last! The
Agatha kicked off her sneakers and jerked off Chibi's
lace-trimmed anklets, then removed the schoolgirl uniform, but
despite her anger, she folded the garment neatly. She then
donned a pair of jeans and a red Mary Marvel t-shirt. The
shirt's color matched her mood. Agatha was furious!
Okay, she was really peeved. Actually, she didn't
know what she was. Mad? Yes. But she had no
intention of quitting work or burning any bridges. She was
just... mad. She had to think. Decide what to
do. Or not do. Or what to say to Chibi the next time
she saw her. Or not say to Chibi, ever. She
Maybe tea would help. Agatha wasn't hungry, but tea should
help. Tea always helped. She filled her kettle, put
it on the stove, and turned on the burner. Next, she
gathered her Doctor Who teapot (it was in the shape of the
Tardis), her favorite Batgirl mug, filled a stainless steel
tea-ball with Lapsang soushong loose tea, and waited for the
kettle to boil.
Suddenly, the front door buzzer sounded, meaning the front door
of Agatha's apartment, not the buzzer on the intercom panel that
meant someone wanted to enter the building. Someone had
already breached that defense. Agatha padded to the door,
went up on her toes, and peered through the peephole.
It was Catherine!
Agatha blinked in alarm and distress and her heart started
hammering. Then, Agatha frowned. Wait a
minute! I'm mad at Catherine... sort of... maybe.
"Agatha," Catherine called from beyond the door. "Let me
As if on their own, Agatha's hands turned the deadbolt and
opened the door. Traitors! Agatha thought, meaning
her hands, but most of her attention was on Catherine. The
Goddess was wearing a very pretty dress under a wool cardigan,
and she was carrying a large tote bag. She was...
beautiful. Duh! When has Catherine Stirling ever
not been beautiful?
"Thank you," Catherine said as she entered the apartment,
strolled into the designated living room area, and dropped her
tote bag next to Agatha's futon.
"How did you get in the building?" Agatha huffed. She was
still trying to be mad at Catherine, but knew it was a losing
"Mrs. Gordon in 101 was returning from shopping," Catherine
explained. "I held the lobby door for her. She says
hello, by the way."
Agatha closed and locked her door. Mrs. Gordon was a nice
old ex-school teacher who had retired to become full time
servant to a pair of really obnoxious Siamese cats, but she was
nice. The kettle on the stove was getting ready to
whistle, so Agatha padded into the kitchen area. She
pulled a Xena Warrior Princess mug from the cabinet and placed
it next to her Batgirl mug. "Lapsang soushong," she
announced. "Is that okay?"
"That'll be fine," Catherine said with a smile. She
removed her sweater, sat on the futon, and crossed her
legs. The dress was sleeveless, with a scoop
neckline. It was almost a sundress, in Agatha's opinion,
although she wasn't entirely sure what criteria had to be met
for a dress to meet full sundress certification. In any
case—strong, tan arms, ditto with the legs, cleavage, and
Catherine's divinely beautiful smile and sparkling blue eyes—the
Goddess was gorgeous. And with that, Agatha decided she
wasn't mad, not at Catherine, anyway.
"Uh, all I've got is 2% milk," Agatha apologized.
"No milk for me," Catherine purred, "not with Lapsang souchong."
The kettle shrieked, Agatha filled the Tardis-pot, added the
tea-ball so it could steep, carried the pot and mugs to the
coffee table in front of the futon, and sat next to
Catherine—not right next to Catherine, of course, but
close. It was a futon, after all, more of a love-seat than
"Please don't be angry with Finley and the others," Catherine
said, then took hold of Agatha's right hand and gave it a gentle
squeeze. "We all agreed that we wanted you in the club,
but Finley and Edwina didn't want to scare you away. We
all agreed to take things slowly."
"It's Chibi I'm mad at," Agatha muttered, and realized it was
true. The being-chosen-last bit was nonsense, probably a
residual from grade school gym class humiliations of the past,
but Chibi... Chibi had betrayed her! Chibi had
tricked her into following Finley to Sinister Stirling Mansion,
then made her tell what happened, invoking the sacred bond of
BFF-hood to make her spill the beans. But did she spill
the beans about the club before, when it was the biggest
and juiciest secret ever, and she knew it and Agatha
didn't? No! She didn't! Traitor!
Catherine was still smiling. "I have a book I'd like you
to read," she said.
Agatha blinked in surprise. That was just about the last
thing she'd expected Catherine to say. Then grin-smirk #2
curled her lips and dimpled her cheeks. (Agatha
Schmeling's Grin-smirk #2: I've thought of something clever.)
"Well," she purred, "I suppose it is a book club."
Catherine's response was an appreciative grin-smirk of her
own. "The book is Trickster Makes This World, by
Lewis Hyde. It's an anthropological treatise on the
'trickster' figure in mythology and human culture in
general. It's a solid work of scholarship, but very
readable. I think it will help you understand Alice and
why she does the things she does."
It took Agatha a millisecond to remember that Chibi's first name
was actually Alice. Obviously ("Obvi,' as Chibi would
say), Catherine and Chibi were good friends, better than Agatha
had realized. Agatha might be angry with her fellow
clerk... but Chibi was her friend. However, today,
all day today, Agatha was mad! She frowned
at Catherine. "It's a book about rat finks?" she muttered.
Catherine smiled. "No, it's about Coyote, Loki, the Monkey
King, Eshu, Pablo Picasso, and others." Her smile
broadened. "I'll loan you my copy. And don't worry,
you can forgive Alice before you finish reading it."
"I'm never forgiving Chibi," Agatha huffed, then blushed when
Catherine leaned close and kissed her on the lips.
Catherine was still smiling, but she wasn't laughing, and she
wasn't making light of Agatha's feelings. Agatha could
tell. "Never," Agatha pouted, although she knew it wasn't
Catherine's comeback was unconventional and unexpected.
She stood, kicked off her heels, then reached behind her back,
unfastened and unzipped her dress, and let it slither to the
floor. She wasn't wearing any underwear.
Needless to say, Agatha stared in wide-eyed amazement (meaning
lust) at her guest's perfect body—Catherine's nude, athletic, very
feminine, tan, absolutely perfect body. Agatha's heart
stopped... then started a drum solo. Catherine was amazing!
The curve of her back... the way her well-toned muscles slid
under her smooth, tan skin... the way her firm breasts hung as
she stooped and extracted several coils of white nylon cord from
her tote bag. Agatha's heart skipped another beat. Cord?
It was thin, what Agatha believed was referred to as parachute
cord, because it was used for rigging parachutes.
"Finley sent me over here to make sure you're okay," Catherine
said, sitting back down. "I assume she thinks you'll be
offering me tea and I'll be offering you sympathy, but I think
we've pussyfooted enough. You're a full-blown member of
the Nancy Drew Book Club, not our mascot. Screw
"S-screw Finley?" Agatha squealed.
"That's the spirit," Catherine chuckled, selected and released a
coil of cord, shook it out and found the center, then looped it
around her ankles—and to be crystal clear, her own
ankles! Catherine was tying herself up!
Agatha watched as paired strand after paired strand of cord
tightened around Catherine's ankles. She didn't count, but
it had to be at least twenty individual strands, ten pairs of
braided, solid core, nylon cord! Then, Catherine cinched
the remaining cord between her ankles. "Notice how that
tightens everything down," she lectured, "but you don't want it
to be too tight. You don't want to impair your
subject's circulation or pinch any nerves that might be near the
"Catherine," Agatha asked in a near whisper. "What are you
"Adorable," Catherine chuckled as she reached for a second coil
of cord. "This is your first formal lesson in bondage,
newbie." She looped the cord around her legs, just below
her knees. "Pay attention." She nodded towards the
"Huh? Oh!" With trembling hands, Agatha managed to
pour tea into the mugs. She waited until Catherine
finished cinching and knotting her below-the-knees bonds, then
handed her the Xena mug.
Catherine took a careful sip. "Excellent. Twinings?"
Agatha shook her head. "Golden Moon." She was
staring at Catherine's knees. They were tan, like her
lower legs and thighs... and the rest of her. Catherine
had nice knees.
Catherine took another sip, then set her mug down on the coffee
table, reached for a third coil of cord, and began binding her
legs together yet again, this time just above her knees.
"Note the placement of the knot. Positioned in the front,
there's less chance I'll be able to reach it."
Agatha nodded. "Not with your hands tied behind your
back." She focused on Catherine's smiling face. "Uh,
you are gonna tie them behind your back, right?"
"No," Catherine purred, "you are."
Agatha's heart was hammering, again. "Oh." She took
a sip from her Batgirl mug. "I was wonderin' how that was
Over the next several minutes, Catherine used a fourth coil of
cord to tie her thighs together, then used a fifth, very
generous coil to bind her upper-arms to her torso. Her
initial efforts were somewhat awkward, but then Agatha
remembered her manners (so to speak) and helped her guest
tighten loop after horizontal loop of doubled cord around her
upper-body, passing above and below her breasts.
"Normally, I'd anchor this sort of bondage by passing under the
armpits and yoking the shoulders," Catherine lectured. "It
isn't difficult once you see it done, but it's nearly impossible
to do to yourself."
"I think I know what you mean," Agatha said quietly. "I'd
like to try." Boy howdy how I'd like to try!
"I'll keep it simple. Just a single strand from either
side. I'm afraid there's not much cord left, anyway."
"Do your best, darling," Catherine purred.
Agatha tied off the remaining cord between Catherine's shoulder
blades, separated the strands, passed the free ends to either
side, between Catherine's upper-arms and torso and the
horizontal bands passing above and below Catherine's breasts,
then up to either side of her outer breasts, across her
shoulders and behind her neck. There was just enough cord
for Agatha to knot the free ends together in a double
square-knot. This process required Agatha to repeatedly
handle Catherine's breasts as she carefully positioned the cord
strands and pulled them tight; but hey, what ya gonna do?
"Now..." Catherine folded her lower-arms behind her back,
then lifted her hands and crossed her wrists just below her
shoulder blades. "Bind my wrists, but make sure the final
knot is nowhere near my fingers."
"Yes, ma'am," Agatha sighed, and set to work. Binding
Catherine's crossed wrists wasn't much of a technical challenge,
but she was careful not to make the cords too tight, even after
she cinched the bindings and tied a preliminary knot. In a
flash of inspiration, she looped the remaining free ends of the
wrist ropes through the knotted cord at the nape of Catherine's
neck, pulled out the slack, and tied another double
square-knot. "There," she sighed. "Well out of the
reach of your fingers, as instructed."
"Well done, Paduan learner," Catherine chuckled.
"Tea." Agatha held the Xena mug so Catherine could take a
drink. "Thank you," Catherine said, then gracefully
(despite her bonds) stood, hopped away from the futon and the
coffee table, then hopped in a circle to face Agatha. "At
the conclusion of a formal bondage exercise," Catherine
explained, "it's traditional for the subject to do what's called
a 'courtesy struggle,' to attempt to escape her bonds as best
she can, to verify the effectiveness of the rigger's efforts."
Agatha stared at her nude, helpless guest in wonder. "Uh
huh," she said gravely.
Catherine proceeded to wiggle and squirm and tug on her cord
bonds. This caused her muscles to bunch and slide under
her smooth, tan skin and the tight bands of cord dimpling her
flesh. It also caused her breasts to sway and bob.
It was... mesmerizing. Agatha decided to go with
"mesmerizing." She even whispered it aloud... maybe.
The floor show continued, and Agatha frowned. "Be careful
you don't fall over on the coffee table," she cautioned her
teacher, then decided on a repeat of grin-smirk #2. She
didn't have anything clever to say, but she did have a
clever suggestion. "In fact, for safety's sake, why don't
you hop on over to the bed."
Catherine smiled at the neatly made, full-sized bed across the
studio apartment. "That bed over there?"
"That's the one," Agatha nodded, then watched as Catherine
hopped to the bed in question. The frame was from Ikea,
from the "Tarva" family of products. Agatha had almost
gone with the twin-size rather that the full-size option.
Now, she wished she'd gone with queen-size, even though
she didn't have the room. Anyway... Catherine's breasts
were oscillating, in a very entertaining manner. Before,
when she'd been standing and exploring her mostly self-imposed
bonds, the bobbling and quaking had been nice, but the journey
to the bed was amazing... and squishy. Agatha's pussy was
Eventually, Catherine reached her goal and flopped down onto the
mattress. She rolled onto her side and smiled at
Agatha. "After you untie me, we can try something else,"
Agathe picked up both mugs and carried them to the bedside
table. "Untie you," she giggled. "Like that's
Catherine was glad her efforts seemed to have lifted Agatha out
of her funk. "You've got to untie me eventually."
"You didn't bring me any panties to soak," Agatha pouted.
She was still smiling, but Catherine's eyebrows signaled her
lack of understanding. "Excuse me?"
"Isn't that what's supposed to happen?" Agatha inquired as she
sat on the bed. "I've been to your place twice, and each
time Karli confiscated my underwear and put them in to
soak. I assumed it was a club thing."
Catherine wiggled in her bonds and smiled up at Agatha. "I
believe it's just a Karli thing. She does have a bit of a
"Laundry fetish," Agatha giggled, then stood, unbuttoned and
unzipped her jeans, peeled them down her legs, and stepped
free. She then pulled her Mary Marvel t-shirt over her
head and tossed it away. Her bra and panties, veteran
"victims" of Karli's laundry fetish, were next, and now Agatha
was as naked as her guest. She paused to reposition her
glasses before joining Catherine on the bed. "Anyway...
I'm not in the mood for any more bondage lessons. What ya
say we suck face for a while?"
"I came here to start your club initiation," Catherine
complained (with a smile).
"Okay, okay," Agatha giggled. "We'll suck face for a
while—no more than a couple of hours—then I'll untie your legs
and retie them in a nice frog-tie. That'll count as
another lesson, so you can claim you did your duty. Then,
I'll show you a really fun trick Karli taught me to do
with my tongue." And with that, Agatha embraced
Catherine's naked, bound body face-to-face. Her arms
tightened, their breasts pressed together, and the sucking of
Lips smacked, tongues twirled, and cheeks puckered. Long,
deep, wet kiss followed long, deep, wet kiss. Finally,
Agatha came up for air.
"It occurs to me that being club mascot might not be so bad,"
Agatha said with a sly smile. "I assume that means
everybody would spoil me rotten and I'd get the best tidbits at
"Actually," Catherine purred, "it would mean you'd be the
default practice dummy at all bondage expositions and
we'd make you wear Nancy Drew costumes all the time."
"Oh." Agatha heaved a disappointed sigh and the
Long, deep, wet kisses—lather, rinse repeat. Catherine's
breasts were squeezed and her nipples teased and licked.
Catherine returned the favor, except for the squeezing part.
There was another pause. "Ya know," Agatha said quietly,
"Chibi would make a good mascot."
Catherine smiled, then dragged her tongue across Agatha's right
nipple, eliciting a delicate shudder from her hostess.
"Maybe, but you really do need to read Hyde's book.
Tricksters make dangerous playthings."
Agatha took Catherine's left nipple between her incisors
(gently) and gave it a playful tug. "How 'bout
Kimberly? She's short. Mascots are supposed to be
"We don't need a mascot, Munchkin," Catherine chuckled,
then kissed Agatha's lips.
"Okay," Agatha sighed with Great Disappointment.
Long, deep, wet kisses. Nipple tonguing. Boob
licking. More long, deep, wet kisses.
Agatha paused, once again. "Are you a screamer?" she
Catherine grinned. "I have been known to yodel at the
moment of ecstasy," she admitted.
Agatha nodded. "Hmm... Guess I'll have to start
thinking about a nice gag. I'm pretty sure I've got some
dirty panties in the hamper and a bandana or two in the back of
my sock drawer." Her smile broadened. "Oh,
socks! I know I've got some dirty sweat socks in
Catherine favored her hostess with a We-are-not-amused
stare. Actually, it was a We-are-not-amused pout, and
Agatha thought it was a very beautiful pout, just as
naked, bound and helpless Catherine was beautiful.
"Okay," Agatha giggled, "no dirty socks."
"Good," Catherine sighed.
"Just dirty panties," Agatha added.
Catherine rolled her eyes, then kissed Agatha's lips. "I knew
you were club material," she purred.
Long, deep, wet kisses. Many long, deep, wet