by Van © 2020
Chinese sound?" Lacey inquired.
"Huh?" Skye responded.
Earlier, Skye's hostess had dragged (led) her to her bedroom,
released her from her black leather body-harness,
box/kimono-tie-binder, fist-mitts, and highly effective
panel-gag (with silicon-rubber foam stuffing and bite
protectors); then ordered her to take a shower, more or less shoved
her into the attached bathroom, and closed the door behind
Skye remembered staring at the back of the closed door for
precisely seven heartbeats... then heaving a sigh and following
her hostess' order by taking the ordained and mandatory
shower. Why not? I need one. Skye used
a generous dollop of body-wash and a washcloth to soap and scrub
her body, followed by a dab of shampoo to clean her tousled,
slightly sweaty, ginger locks. So, too many gallons of hot
water later, Skye emerged from the oversized walk-in shower,
squeaky clean from head to toe. One large, fluffy towel
and the use of a powerful hand-dryer later, and Skye was combing
and brushing her hair and staring at her amazed face in the
mirror mounted above the washbasin.
The face staring back was still unarguably attractive.
That is, the various gags Skye had worn from late-morning to the
very recent past—the damsel-silencing components of her hostess'
dominatrix demonstration—hadn't left any red marks or bruises in
their wake. Once she'd restored order to her also
unarguably attractive ginger curls, she commenced a detailed
inspection of the remainder of her freckled physique.
Remarkably, it too was bruise and mark free, including her
much-abused big toes. Lacey is really good,
she thought as she finished her inspection. On occasion,
and despite her best efforts, Skye's bondage escapades had left
very minor rope-burns or abrasions on her victims, for
which she'd profusely apologized (and been
forgiven). But after all she'd been through today...
nothing. Wow! Mistress is damn good!
Skye didn't bother wrapping the slightly damp towel around her
torso. (Why should she?) She emerged from
the bathroom just in time to face Lacey's smiling inquiry, the
one having something to do with China. "Huh?"
"I said," Lacey chuckled, "how does Chinese sound? Chinese
"Oh, food." Skye was definitely pro-food, and she
liked Chinese cuisine.
By the way, Lacey had changed out of her super-sexy and only
technically modest dominatrix uniform and was back in the black
silk robe she'd been wearing when she opened the front door and
admitted Poor Innocent Skye Gilroy to her stylish Victorian
lair. Also, as far as Skye could tell, under the robe
Lacey was as naked as Skye herself. Also, Mistress Monjeau
was sitting on her bed with her long, pale, strong legs
crossed and uncovered by said robe. Also, although the
robe's belt was tightly cinched around her narrow waist, she was
showing a great deal of pale, firm cleavage.
Finally, Lacey was using a small plastic spray-bottle to spritz
a light mist on one of the fist-mitts... then using a light blue
cloth to wipe it clean, inside and out. The other mitt and
the rest of Skye's former leather bondage ensemble were beside
her on the bed, and by their gleaming appearance and orderly
arrangement, Skye surmised they'd already been cleaned.
Anyway... "Uh... yeah, Chinese sounds great."
Her eyes widened. "Wait! I-I need to go home.
Mom'll be worried."
"I phoned your mother and informed her that you'd be spending
the night," Lacey purred as she set the now clean mitt on the
bed next to its mate, then gracefully stood.
"You did? I am?" Skye was still distracted by
Lacey's silk-clad pulchritude, especially her pale, bare feet...
strong calves... the inner slopes of her boobs... her gorgeous
(and possibly predatory) smile... and pale-blue eyes.
Lacey's smile widened. "Of course you are, darling," she
chuckled. "A proper demonstration takes time." She
picked up one of the mitts. "Give me your hand."
Skye presented her right hand, formed a fist, and watched as
Lacey enveloped said fist with the mitt, then tightened and
buckled its wrist-strap. Lacey picked up the other mitt,
Skye presented her left fist without prompting, and it too was
enveloped. Lacey then picked up the box-tie-binder, spun
Sky around, and began the the process of buckling it in
place. A delicate shiver shuddered through Skye's body as
the body-harness was added and her black leather bondage
ensemble was restored... except for the gag.
Lacey spun Skye back around and they were once again
face-to-face. Still smiling, Lacey cupped her
prisoner/guest's chin, leaned forward and planted a quick kiss
on Skye's lips. "I know why you're letting me recapture
you," Lacey purred.
That makes one of us, Skye thought, then swallowed and
licked her lips. "Okay, why?" she inquired in a near
"Curiosity," Lacey answered, then planted another kiss on Skye's
lips. "Your interest in rope and the various ways it can
be used to tie up your friends is already well established, but
this is a chance to expand your horizons. You're curious,
interested, inquisitive... and not afraid... not even a
Skye nodded. Her heart was pounding again. "I... I
guess so." Curious enough to let you recapture me...
like you said... and I'm not afraid... but don't know
Lacey's smile widened, she draped an arm over Skye's shoulders,
then led her towards the walk-in closet.
Skye looked back over one shoulder at the freshly cleaned
panel-gag still on the bed. It looks lonely, she
mused as they crossed the threshold and entered the closet.
Skye gazed at the rack of conventional clothes on their right,
some of which she remembered selling to Lacey back at Plumeria.
And on a somewhat shorter rack on their left hung what were
obviously Lacey's dominatrix uniforms. And next to the
kinky black leather outfits hung a modest collection of gags,
leather straps, neatly bundled coils of rope and cord, riding
crops, floggers, and paddles, all in a neat row and dangling
from wall-mounted hooks. And the collection was "modest"
only in comparison to the multitude of similar items downstairs
in the Torture Chamber.
Lacey led her guest to the modest collection in question, then
selected a ball-gag with a two-inch black mouth-stopper, leather
strap, and gleaming steel hardware. Her intention was
"Lacey!" Skye whined as her hostess spun her
around—"Mrrrfh!"—reached over her head from both sides, thrust
the ball into her sputtering mouth, then buckled the strap tight
at the nape of her neck, under her ginger hair.
"Mrrrpfh!" Skye complained. The ball was big—two
inches, easy!—but it was also soft and and at least
semi-pliant. It wasn't foam, but it wasn't hard rubber
either. As gags went, it was... okay?
"Mrrrpfh!" Skye complained again. Screw 'okay!'
I don't want to be gagged! I've been gagged enough for
one day! Unfortunately, she was no longer in a
position to express a coherent opinion.
"Hmm," Lacey purred as she gazed at the remaining items (and
ignored her guest's minor tantrum). "Decisions,
Skye watched with growing trepidation as Lacey selected a pair
of semi-long, black leather, belt-like straps hanging among the
other bondage paraphernalia and draped them over her
shoulders. She then opened a drawer in a built-in cabinet,
took out a three-foot length of shiny, rattling steel chain and
draped it over her shoulders as well, then pulled out a
pair of brass padlocks and dropped them in the pocket of her
robe. Finally, she returned to the drawer and produced...
a shiny steel collar with an attached steel ring!
Skye blinked in alarm. It was pointless to
complain—meaning squeal through her ball-gag—so she
didn't. It was also pointless to spin on her bare heels
and sprint from the closet. The closet door might be open,
but she knew the bedroom door was not. Also, Lacey was
right there, smiling at her with the collar in her hands.
It would be a very short footrace.
As with the ball-gag, Lacey's intentions were obvious. She
locked the collar around Skye's neck, clicking its integrated
brass padlock closed in the process. Next, Lacey pulled
one of the brass padlocks from her pocket and locked one end of
the dangling chain to the collar's ring, Then, using the
chain like a leash (which wasn't at all humiliating),
she took her naked, bound, and gagged young guest for a very
short walk to the gigantic mirror filling most of the back
wall of the closet.
Skye stared at her reflection in the mirror, then gasped through
her gag. Urf! Lacey had reached to the
side, touched the mirror's frame, and the entire thing had swung
open like a thick door—because it was a thick door—and
it was glass on both sides! And once Lacey led Skye into
the cramped space beyond, and despite the extreme angle of the
open mirror-door, Skye found she could see through the
mirror-door and into the main closet. Obviously, the outer
layer was one-way glass and the inner glass was, uh,
glass. Also... Wow! Another secret door!
But while the rumbling, sliding wall/secret door down in the
basement led to an entire dungeon complex, the one-way
mirror/secret door in the closet led to a six-foot by six-foot
cell with a ten-foot ceiling and a carpeted floor. Also,
various steel rings were embedded in the ceiling, floor, and
walls at various heights. Wow!
Lacey encouraged (meaning gently forced) her amazed, naked,
bound, and gagged young guest to kneel... then plop down on her
butt on the cell's plush carpet.
Skye watched with continued amazement (and keen self interest)
as Lacey folded her left leg until her heel nudged her upper
thigh, then wrapped one of the black leather straps around her
shin and thigh and buckled it tight, tight enough to dimple her
skin. Skye's right leg, thigh, and shin received similar
treatment, and Skye was... frog-strapped? Anyway,
her legs were now permanently folded in the classic frog-tie
position, enforced by black leather. Lacey then used her
remaining padlock to lock the far end of the chain attached to
Skye's shiny new collar to a steel ring embedded in the center
of the carpeted floor. She then stood, padded two steps
back, and stood in the threshold of the open secret-mirror-door.
Lacey smiled down at her incredibly adorable prisoner.
Skye blinked her green eyes and stared up at her
"Wait here," Lacey purred, then swung the door closed.
The door's latch mechanism engaged with an authoritative
click. The light fixture embedded in the ceiling
directly over Skye's head was off, but similar fixtures in the
main closet were on, and even though the closet-side glass of
the portal was reflective, adequate light was making its way
into Skye's cell. Wow! she thought, again. This
is cool! A secret alcove where the prisoner can see out,
but is completely hidden! Wow! I wish I had a
bigger closet back home. I could do something
like this... maybe. It would be expensive, but...
The collar was heavy, but not too heavy. Also, it
was tight but not too tight, the inside was smooth, as
smooth as the outside, and all of the edges, inside and out,
were slightly rounded. And... she was chained by the
neck! Like in a real dungeon! Wow!
Meanwhile, on the far side of the double-glass-dungeon-door,
Mistress Monjeau had peeled off her black silk robe, hung it on
a hanger, and was now gloriously nude... again!
And the promise of Lacey's curvaceous profile in the silk robe
and super-sexy dominatrix uniform she'd been wearing earlier was
fulfilled. Lacey Monjeau had an incredible body,
not just for an old lady (like Skye's mom) but for
anybody! Fair complexion, defined muscles, very feminine
curves, generous boobs—more generous than Skye's boobs,
anyway (or her mom's, for that matter)—gleaming, raven-black
hair, and a neatly trimmed pubic bush.
Wow! Skye realized her brain was stuck on "Wow!"
but at the moment there was nothing she could do about it.
Still gloriously nude, Lacey left the closet, closing the door
behind her. She's going to take a shower, Skye
surmised. I hope she orders the food first.
Her stomach grumbled again. I'm hungry.
food arrived, Kanoa had rearranged Jodi's bonds from a
flat-on-her-back stringent spreadeagle to a
spreadeagle. Jodi was still naked (of course), but the
pretty brown leather and black rubber ball-gag formerly plugging
her mouth was now in ugly-necklace-mode, hanging around her neck
with the strap's buckle secured on its first hole.
Even earlier, after her shower and while Jodi watched from the
bed, Kanoa had donned a fresh set of underwear, followed by a
pair of black, short-but-baggy running shorts, and a sleeveless
top in a very pretty shade of plumb-purple. And then, as
if on cue, the doorbell chimed. The food had arrived.
Kanoa had arranged the open containers on a low tray-table
resting next to her on the bed, and was sitting face-to-face
with her overnight guest, her legs splayed and resting atop
Jodi's thighs. Her guest's pouting/smiling mouth was
within easy reach, and Kanoa was using a pair of chopsticks and
a Chinese "Duck" spoon to expertly deliver yummy tidbits or
spoonfuls of soup to Jodi's pouting/smiling mouth. And
Kanoa was feeding herself as well. On the menu was Hot and
Sour Soup, BBQ Pork, Prawns, Crispy Spring Rolls, Crab Won-Tons,
Broccoli Beef, Almond Chicken, Sweet and Sour Pork, Cashew
Chicken, and Special Fried Rice
It was a feast, and it was all washed down with hot tea.
As previously mentioned, Kanoa was expert in the use of
chopsticks. For those items that required the "digging"
technique (like the rice), she held the container close to
Jodi's lips and more or less shoveled the contents into her
mouth, but most items required the "picking" method and were
delivered one morsel at a time. There were only a few
instances where dollops of sauce, stray rice grains, or other
flecks of food landed on Jodi's smooth, freckled chest and
boobs, but they were quickly dealt with by Kanoa's tongue.
Jodi was well aware that Kanoa was a fastidious eater and the
incidents of spillage were more-or-less intentional on her
hostess' part, but all she could she do was endure the, uh, humiliation
of Kanoa dragging her warm, wet tongue across her
skin. Okay, the large glob of Sweet and Sour sauce that
landed directly on Jodi's left nipple and required extended
licking and sucking was especially egregious, but she
still didn't complain. She also managed to stifle most of
the inevitable smile that kept struggling to curl her lips, and
to ignore the thrill rippling between her splayed legs.
Anyway, it was a very civilized meal... and eventually
it was over.
Jodi watched as Kanoa climbed off the bed, lifted the tray, and
disappeared out the bedroom door. Obviously she was
carrying everything to the kitchen for disposal of the empty
cartons and cleanup of the chopsticks, spoon, and tea set.
She tugged on her bonds—a restrained stretch, rather than an
escape attempt—then heaved a deep sigh. Skye! My
Kanoa returned in only a few minutes, peeled off her clothing
until she was as nude as her guest, then climbed back onto the
bed and straddled Jodi's spreadeagled body.
Jodi heaved another sigh. "What do you think is goin' on
at Lacey's? What is she doing to my—Mrrrf!"
Kanoa had clamped her right palm over Jodi's mouth. "Not
one more word about Skye," she warned with a dimpled smile, "or
the ball-gag goes back in your mouth 'til morning." Still
maintaining the hand-gag, Kanoa used her left hand to gently
stroke Jodi's labia... then slid her middle finger between the
flushed petals and massaged her business partner's clitoris!
Jodi closed her green eyes and her entire body shuddered in
Kanoa's right hand left Jodi's lips, but quickly took a firm,
gentle hold in Jodi's ginger hair, and the hand-gag was replaced
by a "kiss-gag."
It was, indeed, a long, wet kiss, lasted a very long time, and
was followed by many more... as well as other activities
requiring the use of lips and tongues.
"I'm sure of
it," Harper said quietly. "Something weird is
Pallavi smiled. "Aside from me being naked, tied up, and
rolling around on your bed?"
Dinner was behind them, as were their preparations for slumber,
all of which Pallavi had accomplished with Harper's kind
assistance. Her bonds had been changed to a standard
box-tie, so she'd been unable to eat, scrub her face, or brush
her own teeth without help. Emptying her bladder was
something Pallavi could manage, but not the
By the way, Harper was now as naked as her guest/prisoner and
was also lying on the bed. She was not, however,
Pallavi tugged on her bonds. "Pretty good," she
conceded. The change from hog-tie to box-tie had been for
Pallavi's benefit, of course, so she could "comfortably" roll on
the bed all night with only minimal shoulder strain. It
was something Skye had taught them. Their ginger friend
had always been a thoughtful and considerate kidnapper.
"Thanks," Harper smiled, then planted a kiss on her overnight
guest's right breast. "Now," she purred, "speaking of
weird..." She kissed Pallavi's left nipple, then licked
her lips in preparation for further tongue related activities.
"Wait," Pallavi objected.
"Wait?" Harper demanded.
"Tomorrow's my day off, " Pallavi stated, "So, if Skye shows up
at work, give me a call. But if she doesn't, you
need to sneak a peek at the records and figure out exactly where
and to whom she made the mysterious delivery, then call and give
me the address."
Harper frowned. "Why?"
Pallavi rolled her eyes. "So I can sneak out to wherever
she is and make sure she's okay. And while you're
rummaging through the invoices, make sure the bosses don't
notice you being nosy."
Harper's frown remained. "Seriously? You really
think something's wrong?"
"Not wrong per se," Pallavi chuckled, "just weird."
She leaned close and planted a kiss of her own on her Cruel
Kidnapper's lips. "Anyway, find the address, gimme a call,
I'll sneak over to wherever she is, and we'll know what's what."
Harper remained dubious. "If something is wrong,
Jodi and your mom would have stormed out to wherever they sent
Skye and dragged her back."
"Instead," Pallavi countered, "they both acted bonkers, all
day. Like I said, something weird is going
on." She leaned even closer and nibbled the lobe of her
captor's left ear, then rested her head on Harper's
shoulder. "Anyway, I'll go out to wherever Skye is and
make sure she's okay. She won't even see me. I'll
make sure of it. What can possibly go wrong?"
"Nothing," Harper sighed. "Everything." She gave
Pallavi's right breast a gentle squeeze. "Anyway, be
careful. Don't embarrass Skye."
"Oh, I'll be careful," Pallavi grinned. "I'm always careful."
Typical, Harper thought as she rolled her eyes, then set
about the serious business of making out with her fellow shop
girl and captive for the evening.
Skye heaved a
sigh. It was, indeed, a day of firsts. An incredible
day of firsts.
☻ First ever home delivery, both
for Plumeria and lowly shop girl Skye Gilroy.
☻ First time meeting an actual
dominatrix! An actual professional dominatrix!
☻ First time getting tied up (as
opposed to being the one doing the tying)!
☻ First official
☻ First time getting tied up naked!
☻ Second time languishing, but
first time languishing while naked!
☻ First time, uh, almost getting
☻ First time in leather bondage!
☻ First time eating with
Okay, first time being fed with chopsticks, but
Lacey had proved herself to be adept in the Chinese method of
eating Chinese food. Skye was impressed... and full.
It had been a lot of food. Also...
☻ First time kneeling directly in
front of a gorgeous old lady (who was her mom's age!)
who was comfortably sitting in an easy chair and skillfully
delivering various savory tidbits to her mouth!
☻ First time getting her teeth
brushed by a gorgeous, mature lady in a silk robe. Also,
Lacey had scrubbed her face, then brushed her hair and captured
it in a ribbon-enforced ponytail. Also, after Skye
had emptied her bladder in the commode, Lacey had scrubbed her
crotch with a warm, wet washcloth! That was definitely
And now, they were back in the bedroom and Skye was comfortably
reclined under the covers on Lacey's gigantic bed. She was
still wearing the fist-mitts, box-tie-binder, and body harness,
but Lacey had removed the steel collar, her legs were free, and
the ball-gag was loose around her neck and not plugging
her mouth. She watched her hostess peel off her robe,
drape it over the foot of the bed... climb onto the bed and
under the covers, then snuggle close to her wide-eyed, naked,
and helplessly leather-bound self!
Skye couldn't decide if she was emotionally and physically
exhausted, or in extreme emotional and physical distress.
Okay, strike the physical part. At least for now, the
leather-enforced box-tie was comfortable... meaning comfortable-ish.
"Your heart is beating a mile a minute," Lacey purred.
It was true, and Skye was seriously considering panting and
"You've had a very busy day and I can tell you're tired," Lacey
continued, "so be a good girl and go to sleep. We'll talk
in the morning, and we have a great deal to talk
Skye blinked and swallowed. Her green eyes were locked
with her hostess' pale-blue eyes. "D-do I have to be tied
up like this?" she inquired, almost in a whisper.
Lacey smiled and kissed her potential (probable) apprentice's
lips. "Of course, but be a good girl, let me sleep, and
I'll release you in the morning."
"And the demonstration will be over?"
Lacey's smile widened. "Don't sound so disappointed,
darling." She embraced her guest and gave her a warm hug.
"Eek!" Skye yelped. Lacey's skin was warm and smooth,
there was a lot of it, and most of it was pressed against Skye's
skin (including her boobs)! Skye considered complaining,
but who was she kidding? A shudder rippled through
her body as the hug continued... and then was released.
Lacey (including her boobs) was still close—very close—but
the air-gap had been restored. "Seriously, you're gonna
let me go?"
"I said we'd talk in the morning, darling." Lacey lifted
the ball of Skye's ball-gag necklace and popped it in the
startled ginger's mouth. "Hold that, or I'll give you a
Skye bit down on the semi-soft rubber sphere, just a
little. Holding the thing in her mouth wasn't much of a
challenge. It was two-inches in diameter, after all.
And Skye did not want a spanking.
"Oh, I almost forgot to give you a goodnight kiss," Lacey
chuckled, then plucked the ball from Skye's mouth and leaned
close—close enough for her boobs to regain contact with Skye's
boobs—and delivered a long, deep kiss... with tongue!
Skye had no choice but to kiss her hostess back. It was
the polite thing to do. Another shudder shook her naked,
helpless frame. Wow!
Finally, Lacey broke the kiss. "Goodnight, darling," she
purred, then crammed the semi-hard sphere back in place.
However, she didn't tighten the ball-gag's strap.
"Mrrr'mm," Skye replied. (Goodnight.) She
realized that at some point during the night the ball would
inevitably fall from her mouth, but she did nothing to encourage
the process. After all, orders were orders.
Lacey leaned to the side, towards the bedside table, there was a
quiet click, and the bedroom lights winked out.
She then rolled back to her former position, well within
Skye's heart was still hammering. She stared into the
darkness and... tried to relax. What other choice have
I got? Wow!
By all indications, Lacey was going to sleep. She wasn't
going to do anything... at least not right now. And by
"anything" Skye meant suck on her face, squeeze her boobs, or
engage in some kind of monkey business. And by "monkey
business" she meant Lacey stroking her pussy and making her cum
like the proverbial bunny. This was a good thing, of
course, for two reasons.
Reason number one: Skye had never gone that far with her playmates,
meaning Pallavi and Harper. Maybe they would someday,
eventually, but for some reason it hadn't happened yet.
Actually, Skye knew the reason. Pallavi and Harper were
her friends, and she didn't want to risk making things
complicated and bizarre. Skye was chicken, a great
big chicken who didn't want to risk her rope privileges with her
friends by turning everything into some kind of... romance.
Reason number two: Lacey was an old lady! Granted, she was
hot-as-hell and very nice (for a dominatrix who had
spent most of the day tying her up), but... she's as old as
But now that Skye thought about it (and what else did she have
to think about)... was it so bad making out (and possibly going
all the way) with a mature woman? Especially a
super-gorgeous mature woman like Lacey Monjeau?
Yes, Skye decided, and no... and... I'll have to
think about it.
But instead of sorting out her feelings vis-à-vis
sucking face and/or making whoopee with her gorgeous and mature
hostess... Skye closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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