by Van © 2020
mother-daughter exchanges of the Skye/Jodi/Lacey phone
conversation were deeply personal. So
personal, in fact, that Lacey found herself blushing as she
basked in the love, warmth, and caring on open display.
The conversation did have practical results, of course, and they
was granted permission to use her accumulated vacation
days—more than three weeks worth!—which meant she could remain
at Lacey's Lair.
And that was that.
● Jodi and Kanoa would start the process of hiring a new
shop girl on Monday morning, but not as a replacement
for Skye. The Bosses had already discussed enlarging the
sales force. Skye taking an "early vacation" was merely
a convenient excuse for immediate action.
● Skye had to promise to eat balanced meals, get plenty
of sleep, and call home at the very least once a week to let
mother know she was okay. Skye rolled her eyes and
accepted her mom's egregious maternal nagging with good grace
(but would never in a million years admit that it warmed her
heart). Lacey promised she'd do her part to make sure
her young guest ate nutritious meals, was well rested, and was
a dutiful daughter.
● On their off time, Pallavi (and Harper, if she also
wanted to play) could join the fun (whatever "the fun"
might be), but only if they reported for their scheduled
shifts at Plumeria on time, bright-eyed,
bushy-tailed, and ready to provide world class customer
● Jodi and Kanoa promised to stay away and let their
daughters do... whatever it was they were doing... but Lacey
had to promise to provide adult supervision. Lacey and
Skye exchanged a knowing smile, then accepted Jodi's final
condition. After all (they silently agreed), providing
adult supervision was one way to describe the role of
Skye had received the distinct impression that her mother knew
more about the kind of stuff that went on at Lacey's Lair than
she was willing to admit. Mamma Gilroy already knew her
darling daughter was an out-of-control rope-freak, of course,
and Mamma Anuhea knew her daughter was Skye's
co-conspirator and rope-fiend/victim, but the very idea
that Jodi and Kanoa knew about Lacey being a Professional
Dominatrix and were more than just tolerant parental units who
chose not to interfere in their daughters' games was... totally
In any case, Skye dismissed the nagging suspicion that her
mother(s) was (were) secretly on board with the kinky nature of
her "vacation," and decided to bask in the triumphant glow of
unqualified success. And gaining three weeks of first
class dominatrix/rigging instruction was definitely a
success... right? Uh... right! Success!
She couldn't wait to share the news with her BFF, when Pallavi
wasn't isolation-hooded, Mistress was elsewhere, and they could
Lacey returned the iPhone to her pocket, then, as before, lifted
her vacationing house guest by her
kimono-harness-to-wrist-and-ankle-bonds and carried her off the
deck and back out onto the lawn.
"Hey!" Skye objected. Mistress was strong and the
rope-pressure was well distributed, but being treated like a
bundled commodity was damaging her ego.
"Hush," Lacey chuckled, then deposited Skye on the grass, on her
stomach, boobs, and thighs, and facing her naked, hog-tied, and
Skye watched with a puzzled frown as Lacey knelt beside Pallavi
and began untying her bonds. "You're letting her go?"
"Watch closely," Lacey purred, ignoring Skye's question.
(It didn't really need answering, anyway.) "This will be a
box-tie demonstration. Pay special attention to the
details of the shoulder-yoke and note the way I cinch the
horizontal ropes and take repeated hitches to lock the tension."
"Uh, okay," Skye nodded.
Still smiling, Lacey locked eyes with her student. "That's
okay, Mistress. From now on, you will address me
as Mistress. Always. Do you understand?"
"Uh, yes, Mistress," Skye responded. She was already
thinking of Lacey as Mistress, most of the time, but...
whatever. A thrill rippled between her legs. "Uh...
just out of curiosity..."
"What will happen if you don't?" Lacey purred. "If you
fail to show Mistress the proper respect, you will be severely
punished. I'm sure you'll find my curriculum challenging
enough without accumulating demerits and requiring
special instruction. Again, do you understand?"
Skye nodded, gravely. "I understand, Mistress."
This time, it was Lacey who felt the shivering ghost of a thrill
quivering through her crotch. Skye was naked and
helpless, and more importantly, she knew herself to be
naked and helpless; and she'd made the conscious decision to
grant her instructor respect. Jodi's daughter was
a strong-willed young lady, but Lacey knew she hadn't put her
through nearly enough stress to come anywhere close
to breaking her spirit. Skye's endowment of respect
was a conscious decision. And oh-by-the-way, breaking the
adorable little ginger's delightful spirit was the last thing
Lacey wanted to happen.
And proper protocol aside, Lacey knew she was being granted an
incredible gift: Skye's trust. Respect and obedience were
important, and whether or not Skye understood the full
significance of the additional gift she was bestowing upon her
Mistress wasn't yet clear. Lacey's skills as a Dominatrix
aside, Skye had accepted Lacey as her Mistress, and there was no
chance whatsoever that she was faking it. Mistress Monjeau
would be able to tell.
A great deal of delicate work lay ahead, but Lacey's apprentice
had taken the critical first step and Mistress was
pleased. And yes, even though Lacey had yet to broach the
subject with the ginger youngster gazing at her with her big,
green, adorable eyes, Lacey had accepted Skye as her
apprentice. She made a mental note to make the formal
offer to the freckled scamp at the next suitable opportunity...
which was not right now.
Lacey cleared her throat. (And her pale-blue eyes were not
welling with unshed tears. A display of weakness would
be absolutely inappropriate!) "Ahem. Now,
pay close attention."
"Yes, Mistress," Skye nodded.
The important thing was that the phone conversation had put
things solidly on the right track, and Skye's attitude would go
a long way towards keeping things on the right track...
not that Lacey had a ton of experience shepherding a budding
dominatrix towards mastery of her chosen vocation.
Anyway, Pallavi's hogtie-bonds melted away... and were replaced.
hardly Pallavi's first experience being naked, hogtied, and
tape-gagged; however, it was her first experience
languishing on a near stranger's backyard lawn, naked, hogtied,
tape-gagged, and with her ears plugged and her head encased in
an honest-to-goodness black leather isolation hood!
As time passed, she found herself to be increasingly...
disoriented? She wasn't sure exactly how to describe her
perceptions. She could feel the grass under her boobs,
tummy, and thighs, and she could feel a light breeze... now and
then... or maybe not. Maybe her skin was getting
hypersensitive and there was no breeze. Also,
she could feel the ropes... the ropes Skye had used to impress
Lacey with her rigging prowess. As usual, nothing was too
tight or what she could call painful... not at the moment,
anyway... but she could feel the ropes.
As for the passage of time. Yes. Time passed.
Entire minutes. Lots of minutes. And she
was... drifting. Drifting. And
then—"Mrrrf!"—something (two sets of fingers, actually) touched
her. She flinched in response, and a hand gave her
a reassuring pat. Then, the fingers began fiddling with
her ropes. No, Pallavi decided, 'fiddling' is
inaccurate. The fingers were unraveling her bonds
with dexterity, economy of motion, and total competence.
The hogtie relaxed... then the fingers concentrated on her
upper-body harness. Her ankles and knees remained bound.
Pallavi decided her rescuer was Lacey, as opposed to Skye
She couldn't be absolutely certain, of course, but whoever was
freeing her was wearing clothes. Smooth fabric and leather
brushed against her skin, now and then. Also, her
rescuer's actions was quick and sure, not that Skye fumbled and
groped when she was the one doing the untying, but Skye
always took her time, and she wasn't shy about sliding her
fingers where they weren't needed while she unraveled the
ropes. No, her rescuer was Lacey... probably.
But then—Huh?—Lacey stopped being her rescuer and started
being her captor! Lacey folded Pallavi's arms behind her
back and a loop of doubled rope tightened around her
wrists. Her bonds were being changed, not removed!
"Mrrrmpf!" Pallavi wiggled and squirmed and let her captor
know she was unhappy—Smack!—and was rewarded with another
"reassuring pat," only this one stung! It was an
unmistakable warning. "Mrrrf!" Pallavi complained, but she
took the hint and from that point forward lay perfectly still,
made no effort to impede Lacey's efforts to reapply the ropes to
her upper body, and let the doubled strands slither and tighten
where they may.
It didn't take Pallavi long to realize she was on the receiving
end of a box-tie... but it was a complex box-tie.
Lacey's actions remained quick and sure, but whatever she was
doing required a lot of looping, cinching, and the
taking of hitches to maintain tension.
Not having anything else to do at the moment, Pallavi settled in
to wait for the final knot.
showing off... Mistress," Skye pouted.
It was both undeniable and impressive. The bare bones of
the doubled rope strands pinning Pallavi's upper-arms to her
torso, yoking her shoulders, and lashing her forearms together
behind her back constituted a classic box-tie, even though Lacey
had raised Pallavi's wrists slightly above the horizontal until,
arguably, they were crossed. It was far from being a
reverse-prayer box-tie, but was, uh... slightly
stringent? In addition, there were interwoven, diagonal,
doubled strands integrated into the harness and enhancing the
box-tie. Also, multiple doubled strands encircled
Pallavi's waist and acted as a technically unnecessary lower
anchor, balancing the upper anchor of the shoulder ropes.
It was an fancy classic box-tie. Wow!
Lacey noticed Skye's expression. "Practice makes perfect,"
she purred. She tied the key knot between Pallavi's
shoulder-blades and just below the nape of her neck, and well
away from her fluttering fingertips. She then began
untying Pallavi's ankles.
"I'll never be able to replicate that thing," Skye huffed,
"You will in time," Lacey assured her hogtied apprentice.
"A lot of time," Skye muttered.
"Not to mention diligent hard work," Lacey smiled. "You'll
note I didn't add a vertical element to the waist-anchor," she
said as she finished untying Pallavi's ankles and started
releasing her knees. "If I really wanted to show off, I'd
add a Sakura with shinju."
Skye frowned (and blushed). "Say what?"
"Tying the Cherry, with added pleasure-knots."
"You mean a crotch-rope?" Skye demanded... then noticed
Lacey was still smiling, but had raised a disapproving
eyebrow. "Uh, crotch-rope, Mistress?"
"That's better," Lacey chuckled. "There are many shinju
techniques, and properly applied, a languishing client can
ride them to a satisfying orgasm... with effort."
Skye's blush deepened... which was embarrassing... meaning it
was embarrassing to be embarrassed. She blinked, bit her
lower lip, and wiggled in her bonds. Mistress knew she was
embarrassed, and was enjoying it. Skye could tell.
"Surely you realize there is an erotic element
to basic dominatrix services," Lacey purred, then rolled Pallavi
onto her side, folded her left leg until her heel nudged the
back of her thigh, then began lashing the leg in a complex
Skye swallowed (nervously), and watched as loop after hitched
loop enveloped Pallavi's leg from her ankle and upper thigh, all
the way to her knee. "Don't call me Shirley, Mistress,"
"Cheeky monkey," Lacey chuckled.
"Sorry," Skye sighed. "I get cheeky when I'm nervous...
Mistress." She frowned in concentration. "T-that's
more than a frog-tie. It's a... ladder-frog-tie?"
Lacey's smile widened, "Actually, it's a futomomo, a
staple of Kinbaku."
Skye nodded. Soon, both of Pallavi's legs were folded and
ladder-frog-tied (futomomo'd?), and Skye continued
watching as Mistress hauled her Kinbaku-bound BFF up
until she was sitting on her butt and splayed, folded and bound
legs, with her back (and bound arms) resting against Lacey's
front (and boobs). Skye also watched as Mistress held
Pallavi in her semi-reclined position by reaching across her
bound body with her left arm and cupping her right breast with
her left hand!
Pallavi shivered in her bonds (and against Lacey's body), but
otherwise remained frozen in place... and she didn't mewl
through her tape gag and the padded panel and tight strap of the
section of the isolation-hood pressed against her mouth.
"Do you employ crotch-ropes with your playmates?" Lacey
"No, Mistress," Skye shook her head. "It would make
"I see," Lacey purred. She didn't squeeze Pallavi's
breast, and her right hand was resting on her own thigh... as
opposed to Pallavi's naked, tan, rope-bound thigh.
Skye swallowed before continuing. "You're not gonna... are
"No, dear," Lacey chuckled, "not with poor, helpless
Pallavi. That would be unfair. However..."
Skye watched (her heart pounding, as Lacey, smiling like a
gorgeous predator, eased Pallavi back down onto the grass,
gracefully repositioned herself, then hauled her other young
guest onto her knees and rested her naked, bound body
against her body. Skye had taken Pallavi's place!
She was leaning against Mistress with her left boob
cupped in Mistress' hand! And this time, Lacey did squeeze!
"Mistress—Mrrrf!" Lacey's right hand was pressed
against Skye's lips in a tight hand-gag!
"Hush," Lacey whispered in Skye's ear, then released the
hand-gag. "Remember the body harness you wore last night?"
"W-with the fist-mitts, box-tie-binder, and all the other straps
that made the whole thing a binder-body-harness?" Skye
squirmed in her bonds (and against her Mistress' upper-body and
boobs!) "Uh, now that you mention it... no."
"Cheeky monkey," Lacey chuckled, then kissed Skye's left
ear. "I'll have to cure you of that habit. Anyway,
as I'm sure you remember, the lowest strap of the
harness has rings in the front and back, and tThey're attachment
points for a variety of crotch-cleaving accessories, including a
narrow pussy-strap, a Hitachi harness that firmly anchors
the head of a vibrator where it will do the most good..."
She gave Skye's breast another squeeze before continuing.
"As well as a variety of straps with attached intruders...
anal and vaginal plugs... vibrating plugs... even electrified
plugs. They're for disciplinary purposes, of
course. Also... a leather diaper-strap to ensure inserted
peeled ginger roots remain in place."
Skye's green eyes popped wide. "G-g-ginger?"
"The sensation is unbearable," Lacey purred, "a burning, itching
sensation that slowly builds and builds and builds."
She squeezed Skye's breast, again. "And it lasts for hours
"N-no!" Skye wailed.
"Are you sure?" Lacey chuckled. "Ginger for my precious
"No!" Skye huffed. "P-please stop teasing me...
Lacey's smile widened. Her precious pupil was
frightened. She could feel Skye's heart pounding and her
breath coming in pants, but she was also being adorably brave.
"All right, darling," she purred. "There will be no ginger
roots unpleasantly tucked into unwilling orifices... but I will
tease you. Your lessons in forced orgasm extraction
have to start sometime... and there's no time like the present."
"Forced what? Mrmpf!" Mistress' hand-gag was
back, and her left hand had left Skye's boob and was sliding
down her tummy, towards her crotch! It didn't take a
psychic to divine Mistress' intentions!
listened intently. Lacey had stopped fooling with her and
she was back on the grass... naked, bound, gagged, hooded... so
everything was hunky-dory. This was a good thing, of
course, and not at all disappointing. A super-hot older
women was no longer clutching her right boob.
(Dammit!) Also, even though her ears were plugged and
tightly covered by the ear-padding of the hood, she could tell
her hostess and supposed BFF (who had lured her out here to the
middle of nowhere, tricked her into stripping naked, then tied
her up) were engaged in conversation about... something.
She couldn't make out a single word. It was all faint
noise modulated like speech, but that was the extent of her
comprehension. She'd also "heard" whatever Lacey had said
to Skye while she was embracing her from behind with one hand
grabbing her breast, which had left behind a residual tingle, by
the way... mostly in the semi-erect nipple.
Anyway... she could understand nothing that anybody was saying.
They were close (meaning her hostess and despicable BFF), only a
few feet away... probably. She supposed she could start
rolling around on the grass 'til she made contact, but what was
the point? Also, it would probably make her seem needy,
right? On the other hand, for all she knew she was the
center of attention and they were talking about her.
And now that she thought about it, that was actually probable.
And then the talking-noise stopped.
Pallavi rolled onto her side, squirmed her shoulders, fought her
tight-but-comfortable box-tie, kicked (flapped) her folded and
bound legs, wiggled her fingers and toes, then heaved a tragic
and heartbreaking sigh through the tape-gag and
hood. If the foam ball stuffed in her mouth, the tape
sealing her lips, and the leather padding and strap pressed
against her mouth would have made it possible, she would have
smiled. Now, she knew she had to be the center of
attention. After all, what could Skye and Lacey possibly
be concerned about that could compete with the sight of a
naked, helplessly bound, effectively gagged, hooded, and
seductively writhing Pallavi Anuhea?
eyes were wide and her freckled cheeks flushed above Mistress'
hand-gag. "Mrrrrf." It was more a muffled whine than
a stifled complaint.
"Easy, darling," Lacey whispered as her right hand began toying
with her new apprentice's labia. The labia in question
were flushed and moist. Lacey didn't have to be an
experienced dominatrix (which she was) to ascertain that Skye
was in a receptive state for her lesson. Frantic and
unprepared? Yes. Totally reluctant? No.
Nonetheless, proper protocol must be obeyed.
"I'm going to release my hand," she whispered, "and I don't want
you to scream. You might frighten poor Pallavi."
Skye continued blinked, also shivering and squirming. She
assumed the hand Mistress was referring to was the hand pressed
against her mouth, as opposed to the hand teasing her
pussy. She nodded, as much as Mistress' hand-gag would
Lacey released her hand-gag.
There was a pause while Skye licked her lips and swallowed, but
she didn't scream.
Lacey kissed the side of her student's neck, then once again
whispered in her ear. "Consent is important. Many
clients enjoy role-playing reluctant damsels, of course, but
consent is important. In fact, consent is paramount.
Do you understand?"
Skye was panting and her breasts heaving, and while Mistress'
hand continued stroking and massaging her hoo-haw, she managed
to keep it together enough to respond. "Uh-huh."
"Good." Lacey licked the side of Skye's neck (eliciting a
delicate shiver that quaked through the adorable youngster's
entire bound body. "Now, I'm of the school that
'safe-words' not only signal the limit of a client's
pain-tolerance, but also the withdrawal of her formal
consent. It signals the desire to pause or end the
session, even if no pain is involved. Again, do you
"Y-yes, Mistress," Skye whispered.
"No means no," Lacey continued, "or, in this case, your
safe-word means no, no to pain and no to whatever else is
"I understand," Skye whispered.
"Good." Lacey kissed Skye's ear (eliciting another
shiver). Your safe-word is... 'Pippi Longstockings.'"
Despite the distracting magic emanating from Mistress' right
hand, this was just too much! "No! I hate
that little brat," Skye objected. "Every redhead on
the planet hates that little brat!" Pippi
Lonstockings was the heroine of a series of children's books by
Lindgren. And there were Pippi Longstockings movies
and TV series that were were so horrible (in Skye's
humble opinion) that they were cult classics. The spunky
little redhead, with her pair of overly-tight braids,
exaggerated freckles, and bucktooth smile, was cute and perky to
the point of being cloying.
"I want another safe-word," Skye huffed.
"But it's perfect, darling," Lacey countered.
"You'll certainly never have any trouble remembering it, not if
you hate it so much."
"It won't do in any case," Skye huffed. "Pippi
Longstocking is two words, not one." Satisfied
that she'd made an irrefutable counterargument, Skye settled in
to the serious business of ignoring what Mistress' hand was
doing between her legs.
"Oh, touché, darling," Lacey chuckled. "In that
case, your safeword is... 'Pippilongstockings.' One word."
"That's cheating," Skye objected.
"Mistress always gets the final call," Lacey purred.
"That's one of the major perks of being Mistress."
"It's still cheating," Skye huffed. There was a brief
pause before she remembered her manners. "Mistress."
"Delightful," Lacey chuckled, then hand-gagged Skye's pouting
mouth, once again. "This will make it easier for you to
stay quiet," she explained, then began the serious business of
slowly escalating and carefully modulating her frigging efforts.
"Mrrr!" Skye wiggled and squirmed and fought her Mistress'
inescapable ropes, strong embrace, and tight (but not
punishingly tight) hand-gag. She would have thought
that her stringent hogtie, especially the tightly cinched
knee-ropes pressing her thighs together, would be making
Mistress' pussy-diddling efforts problematic... but this was not
proving to be the case. Go figure.
The result was inevitable: one crashing, intense
orgasm! Quite possibly, it was the single best
orgasm of Skye's young life. And no amount of squirming,
wiggling, mewling, or fantasizing about disposing of Pippi
Longstockings by various unspeakably horrible methods and
thereby distracting her mind could keep the erotic explosion at
A few hours later...
So... after the interplay,
bondage, and languishing... Skye had been the one to untie
Pallavi, remove her hood and tape gag, then shown her the way to
the guest bathroom. There, Pallavi had enjoyed a long,
hot, rejuvenating shower. As it turned out, Skye had
already enjoyed her shower, and before untying
Poor Pallavi. And why didn't Skye untie Pallavi the very
instant she was untied by Mistress Monjeau? Because
she was a selfish dweed, that's why!
Pallavi wasn't really angry and/or resentful, but The Girls
(Pallavi, Skye, and Harper) had a long established tradition of
giving each other grief. Today's adventure was
spectacularly amazing, but not enough to override social norms.
Dinner was carbonara spaghetti accompanied by garden
salads and an excellent red wine. It was all very yummy.
They ate on the deck, and although Pallavi's clothes were neatly
stacked, just off to the side and freely available, Pallavi
followed Skye's lead and remained in her birthday suit.
Lacey, however, had changed out of her "uniform" of black
riding-boots, dark gray riding-pants, black corset-belt, and
black blouse, and into "civvies" consisting of denim-blue
designer jeans and a sleeveless dove-gray top, trimmed with
black lace. Her feet were bare, like her naked guests, and
her black hair was loose around her shoulders. The girls'
ginger and sun-streaked hair (respectively) remained in tight
Anyhoo... it was a very nice dinner with excellent food and
Pallavi sighed... there had been a little
awkwardness. How could there not be? But they were
all fellow bondage-freaks, right? Granted, Lacey was a
super-hot, super-experienced Professional Dominatrix, but she
was also a Great Big Sweetie, and that had diffused most of the
Anyway, the bottom line (or lines) was (were)...
At least until her vacation days ran out, Skye was going to
remain Lacey's guest, and she expected to learn a Galactic
Shitload of new bondage techniques. ("Galactic
Shitload" was Skye's phrase, of course, not Pallavi's, and it
had earned the grinning ginger an amused rebuke from their
Pallavi should feel free to drop by on her days off to "help
Skye with her studies." That time the phrase had been
Lacey's, but by her smile and enthusiast nod, Pallavi knew Skye
was in full agreement.
And finally, would Pallavi be so kind as to extend the same
invitation to Harper? Yeah, sure, why not? Why
should Pallavi be the only one to revel in naked bound and
And what about poor Skye, naked and remaining behind in the
clutches of Mistress Monjeau? It served her right, as far
as Pallavi was concerned, and she was sure Harper would
agree. Pallavi was absolutely sure Harper would
agree. A little worried (and possibly a little
jealous)? Yes, but she'd still agree. If she had to,
Pallavi would tie her up and tickle her silly 'til she did agreed.
The sun was setting, but it wasn't yet dark enough for Pallavi
to turn on her headlights for the drive home. Yes, she couldn't
wait to tell Harper about her day off, but as for her mom
(or Jodi, tomorrow, when she reported for work)... not so
much. That is, she wasn't even going to hint that
she'd been stripped naked, bound, and gagged for half the
morning and most of the afternoon. She certainly wasn't
going to tell them about the isolation hood. Harper?
Yes! Harper would be amazed! But neither of
her moms had a legitimate need to know (as far as Pallavi was
Pallavi was looking forward to a good night's sleep... and maybe
a little tension relief. Would her mother pester
her for an update as soon as she got home and delay her much
needed beddy-bye? Yes, so Pallavi started composing a
carefully edited and reassuring account of what was happening at
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