night at Cedar Wind Farm Robin slept like the proverbial
log. At her usual time she awoke, bounded down the stairs
to the guest bathroom, and conducted her morning toilette,
including a quick shower. She noted there was no sign of
Leda, who should have been up and competing with her for the use
of the washbasin, commode, and shower. Apparently (and
uncharacteristically) her BFF had decided to sleep in.
Robin returned to her "Tower" guestroom, changed into the ratty
jeans and old t-shirt Leda had been so adamant that she should
wear, then bounded down the stairs and made her way to the
Miriam was already up and was preparing breakfast for four in
the form of eggs-to-order, pancakes, bacon, sausage, toast,
coffee or tea, sliced fruit, and orange juice.
"Good morning, Robin," Miriam said with a broad smile. "I
hope you slept well."
"Good morning, Miriam," Robin replied. "I did, thank
you." As she used her hostess' single-cup coffee maker to
prepare a cup of coffee, she noticed movement through the
kitchen window. It was Jordan, dressed in jeans and a
tank-top and playing with Pooka, Bugbear, Renfrir, and Kelpie,
her Irish wolfhound siblings.
"When she's home," Miriam explained, joining Robin at the
window, "Jordan enjoys taking care of the pack. I think
she'd sleep with them in the dog run if I let her."
Robin smiled and enjoyed her first sip of coffee. Jordan
was chasing her canine brothers and sisters and being chased in
turn. There was also a great deal of licking and
play-biting (on the wolfhounds' part).
Just then Leda dragged herself into the kitchen. She was
dressed in her painting costume (ripped jeans and a ratty
tank-top), but was not her usual perky self.
"Mornin'," Leda muttered, then her eyes brightened, she made a
bee-line for her BFF, snatched the coffee mug from her hands,
and took a sip. "Ahhh," she sighed, then handed the mug
back to Robin. "Thank you."
"You're quite welcome," Robin chuckled, exchanging a bemused
smile with Miriam.
Suddenly, the door to the kitchen porch opened and Jordan
appeared. "Morning," she said with a broad smile.
Miriam gave her daughter a peck on the cheek, then pointed at
the kitchen sink. "Wash you brother's and sisters' slobber
off you face and hands," she ordered.
"Yes, Mother," Jordan sighed, then winked at Robin and Leda as
she carried out the maternal command. "As if I wouldn't
"What was that, dear?" Miriam inquired.
"Nothing, Mother," Jordan purred as she dried her hands.
By the time breakfast was over, Robin noted that her BFF seemed
to have recovered from whatever had suddenly turned her into a
late riser. They all shared in the cleanup, then Miriam
led the way from the kitchen, across the yard, and to the garden
The shed was similar in style to the main house, barn, and
garage, but unlike the main house, was entirely of wood
construction with cedar clapboard siding. About the size
of a one-car garage, it had double doors for easy access, a
couple of small, high windows to provide natural light, and held
a riding lawnmower, a dozen or so gardening tools in neat racks
or hanging from hooks, and a few bags of topsoil and
compost. One additional minor detail: clearly, most of the
shed had recently been freshly painted.
"Mother!" Jordan complained. "You said you'd wait for
us. You know I don't like you going up on the ladder when
you're the only one here."
"I didn't go up on the ladder," Miriam answered. "I used a
roller and a pole to paint under the eaves—that was the worst
part, by the way—and only painted the siding on three
sides. The rest of the trim and the corner-boards still
need painting and you girls can help me with that."
"Oh, Mother," Jordan sighed, shaking her head. "Get back
in the house and cook a turkey or sew a quilt or do whatever
else you were gonna do other than paint."
Robin and Leda exchanged carefully disguised smirks and managed
not to break out laughing.
"I suppose I could start the pot roast," Miriam said with a
smile. "It's better slow-roasted on low, anyway."
She smiled at Robin and Leda. "You girls let me know when
you want some lemonade," she added, then turned and strolled
towards the house.
"Sorry about this," Jordan sighed. "I wouldn't have hauled
you two out here if I'd known there was only a couple of hours
of work involved. I don't like Mother up on the ladder
"Pshaw," Leda interrupted. "We can knock this off in one
hour, once we get organized, then spend the rest of the week
vegging out." Her face brightened. "I know! We
can go backpacking on Mysterious Mountain!"
"Mysterious Mountain?" Robin inquired.
Jordan pointed at a distant forested hill. "We call it
Mysterious Mountain. It's more like Mysterious Bump.
As the crow flies, it's only about five miles to the summit—if
you want to call it that—but there's a really nice three day
trail with good camping sites, including one on top with a nice
view. It's a decent workout, even if the trails aren't all
that steep." She focused on Leda. "Only one
"What?" Leda demanded, then her smile faded. "Oh, you only
have two backpacks, right?" She sighed. "If you'd
told us we were going hiking, Robin and I would have brought our
"Who knew we were going backpacking?" Jordan shrugged.
Robin was still smiling. "Yeah. Who knew?
Besides, it would be rude to leave Miriam behind, all
alone." She smiled at Jordan. "Unless Miriam has her
own backpack and would be joining us?"
Jordan shook her head. "Mom's right knee is tricky.
Another reason I don't want her up on ladders.
Also, somebody has to stay and take care of the dogs."
Leda heaved another sigh. "Well then... if somebody has
to stay." She favored her BFF with a sad smile.
"I'll do it."
Robin chuckled. "That is so like you,
volunteering to stay behind so you can play with the wolfhounds
and eat Miriam's cooking while I haul my ass
up and down a mountain and eat freeze-dried gorp." She
shifted her smile to Jordan, who was smiling back. "You do
have freeze-dried food, right? The kind in foil
Jordan nodded. "Stroganoff, beef stew, chicken
tetrazinni... Sorry, no gorp."
"No gorp?" Robin sighed. "In that case..." She
turned back to her BFF. "You go backpacking and I'll
keep Miriam company."
Leda squealed in delight, hugged her BFF, and jumped up and down
with glee. "Oh, goody-goody-goody!"
"Chill," Robin chuckled. "Let's paint the shed."
Jordan pointed at the row of paint cans, brushes, and rollers
just inside the shed door. "You guys finish up the
painting. I'll go break the news to Mom that Leda and I
are thoughtlessly abandoning her to go backpacking, then get the
"Sounds like a plan," Robin said with a grin.
Leda was still hopping up and down. "Goody-goody-goody!"
Robin and Jordan exchanged tolerant smiles, then Jordan turned
and headed for the house.
"Stop acting like the doofus you are and get to work," Robin
ordered her BFF.
"Okay," Leda giggled. "I'll start on the trim and you
finish the back wall."
And with that, the roomies set to work.
| Chapter 5
finished painting the garden shed with only a few drips and dabs
of paint on their jeans, tops, and/or exposed skin. They'd
taken the precaution of putting small plastic bags over their
sneaker-clad feet, so their footwear had emerged from the fray
paint free. By the time they'd cleaned the brushes and
rollers, it was time for an early lunch.
Miriam had changed out of her painting clothes and into one of
her pretty cotton dresses. She'd prepared turkey
sandwiches and iced tea, and suggested they eat on the deck
before Robin and Leda changed. Jordan joined them, still
wearing her painting costume, and once the meal was over, Miriam
asked Robin to help her with the kitchen cleanup while Jordan
and Leda finished their preparations for the backpacking
Once she changed, Jordan announces she was all set to go.
Her backpack was packed and ready and her spare pack and Leda's
share of the camping gear and food already laid out in Leda's
guestroom. All Leda had to do was take a quick shower,
select a few clothes and pack the pack, and they could
depart. If they hustled, Jordan explained, they'd easily
reach the first campsite before dark. The next day they'd
continue up the "Mountain" and spend the night on the summit,
then continue down the far slope and spend the third night at
the third campsite. They should get back to Cedar Wind
Farm no later than the afternoon of the fourth day—maybe a
little later if they paused for a swim in a small lake a few
miles from the farm.
Robin was feeling a little jealous of her BFF. Neither of
them were all that big on The Great Outdoors, but the trip
sounded like fun. Miriam seemed to sense her attitude and
assured her they'd have a lot of fun once they had the farm to
"Uh, sure," Robin agreed.
"Wait a little longer for your shower," Miriam suggested to
Robin once the kitchen was restored to its usual spotless
state. "You'll want to be here to see them off."
This made perfect sense, so Robin agreed. "Okay."
She adjourned with Miriam to the deck, where they sat in lounge
chairs and finished their iced teas and watched the dogs romp on
the lawn. Robin had already unwrapped and removed her
sneakers, so her feet were bare, but she was still wearing her
old jeans and t-shirt.
Finally—after what was a surprisingly short interval,
actually—Jordan and Leda emerged from the house, dressed for the
trail and lugging their backpacks.
Jordan had changed into Kletter-style hiking boots, wool socks,
tan cargo shorts, a faded brown t-shirt, and a chambray
work-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A floppy,
olive-green, wide-brimmed hat topped her head and her long brown
hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her nylon
backpack was silver-gray and appeared to be more-or-less new.
Leda was also wearing Kletter boots, wool socks, a
mini-sports-kilt in a pretty green plaid Robin recognized as the
"All-Ireland Tartan," a moss-green cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled
up, and a faded blue ball-cap. Like Jordan, her long brown
hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her backpack, which
Robin surmised was Jordan's old backpack, was made of visibly
worn olive-green nylon, and had an external aluminum frame.
Miriam and Robin climbed to their feet.
"Sunscreen?" Miriam inquired.
"Yes, Mother," Jordan responded.
Jordan rolled her eyes. "No, Mother, we're planning on
using leaf litter and tree moss."
"Don't you smartmouth me, young lady," Miriam chuckled,
pulled her daughter close, and gave her a warm kiss. Hugs
and kisses were exchanged all around (except between Leda and
The hikers shouldered their packs. "Well, we're off,"
"Truer words were never spoken," Leda giggled and the others
laughed—except for Jordan—who favored her trail partner with a
pained expression (and a tiny smirk).
"You girls have fun," Miriam said as the backpackers stepped
"You girls also have fun," Jordan chuckled.
"Later!" Leda added as they tromped down the stairs from the
deck to the lawn.
Miriam and Robin waved and Jordan and Leda waved back. The
dogs bounced around and begged to accompany the hikers, which
Miriam and Robin found quite entertaining, but the disappointed
canines returned to Miriam when she called. Then...
Jordan and Leda disappeared into the cedar forest.
"I guess I'll go take that shower now," Robin sighed.
"Not yet, dear," Miriam responded, smiling and taking Robin's
hand. "Come with me to the barn. There's something
we need to discuss."
Robin shrugged. "Okay."
"It's about your research project with Leda," Miriam purred.
Robin swallowed nervously (for some reason). "Oh, that,"
she muttered, and allowed herself to be led from the deck.
|| Chapter 5
were only a mile from Cedar Wind Farm when Jordan suddenly
called a halt and shrugged out of her pack.
"Why are we stopping?" Leda demanded, fumbling with the nylon
buckle of her borrowed pack's padded hip-belt.
"No!" Jordan barked, slapping Leda's hands away from the
buckle. "Grab the bottom of the frame on either side."
Jordan rolled her eyes as she reached into a side pocket of her
pack. "Grab the bottom of the frame, as if you're using
your hands to help support the weight of the pack."
Leda did so, noting for the first time that there were a pair of
rubber-padded handholds positioned on either side of the frame's
lowest horizontal cross-bar.
Jordan leaned close and—"Click!"—closed and tightened some sort
of padded cuff around Leda's right wrist and the right side of
"Hey!" Leda complained, tugging on her wrist. It was now
bound to the outer frame by a narrow, thinly padded strip of
nylon webbing that wrapped around her wrist and secured with a
plastic snap-buckle. Her right hand was now permanently
gripping the hand-grip. She could flutter her fingers
and twist her wrist (slightly), but that was about it.
And—"Click!"—now her left wrist was also secured to the
frame! "Jordan!" she whined, mustering her best betrayed
pout (with trembling lower lip).
Smiling a truly blood-chilling (and beautiful) smile, Jordan
ignored Leda's tragic displeasure and tightened the strap of the
pack's padded hip-belt, then released the narrow, horizontal
sternum strap formerly joining the thickly padded shoulder
"What are you doing?" Leda demanded. Actually, what
Jordan was doing was quite obvious. She was unbuttoning
Leda's shirt! And now, she was tying its tails together,
exposing her midriff, bellybutton (with the cute little jeweled
post in her pierced navel), and her heather-gray, spandex sports
bra. Then, Leda's eyes popped wide in alarm.
"Quiet," Jordan purred. She'd just pulled a medium-sized
Swiss Army Knife from a pouch on the side of her pack and was
unfolding its scissors tool.
Leda's bra was now the center of Jordan's attention. The
underlying nipple-stirrups were causing distinctively shaped
pokies in the stretched fabric, providing easy targets for
Jordan fingers. She pinched the spandex and stretched it
away from Leda's right nipple, then used the scissors tool to
snip off a short length of fabric. The spandex snapped
back, and now Leda's right nipple and nipple-stirrup were fully
exposed, surrounded by a ragged circle.
"You're paying for that," Leda huffed.
Jordan's answer was to stretch and snip the left bra-cup in a
similar fashion. "There," she purred, "now both nipples
and stirrups are free to breathe."
"I'm serious," Leda muttered. "I'm sending you a bill."
"No problem," Jordan chuckled as she folded the scissors back
into the knife and returned it to her pack. "I was already
planning on giving you a Victoria's Secret gift card for
Leda cocked an eyebrow. "Really? How much? It
better be at least fifty dollars." And then, her
eyes popped wide, again, and her whine returned. "Jordan!"
Jordan had reached into her shorts pocket and produced a
twelve-inch-long light steel chain of nested links with a tiny
carabiner-style spring-clip at each end, and she was now
snapping the clips through Leda's stirrups. She then
re-secured and tightened the sternum-strap of Leda's pack.
The plastic snap-buckle closed with quiet click.
"Make that a hundred dollars," Leda huffed as she
rolled her shoulders. It wasn't much of a roll, thanks to
the bulk and weight of the pack, but it was enough to make the
stirrup-to-stirrup chain shake wildly.
"On second thought," Jordan chuckled, smiling at the swaying
chain. "I'll probably visit the store in person and do the
shopping myself. I bet they have some ultra-frilly,
somewhat slutty, open-cup bras and crotch-less panties in pretty
colors." She then lifted Leda's mini-kilt and pulled her
panties down to her booted ankles.
Leda's gaze was on her exposed and chained nipples. "This
is stupid," she complained. "What if we run into other
"Highly unlikely," Jordan chuckled. "Step
free," she ordered, and Leda did so (grudgingly). Jordan
held the panties before Leda's frowning face. "Now I have
something to stuff in your big mouth if you don't stop
whining." She tucked the panties into a pouch on
Leda's pack, then pulled a small coil of coyote-brown parachute
cord from the right side-pouch of her own pack.
Leda bit her lower lip and watched as Jordan released the hitch
retaining the coil, looped one end over her
nipple-stirrup-to-nipple-stirrup-chain, and tied a quick
bowline. The captive pack-pony (and obviously that was now
Leda's role in the expedition) managed to refrain from whining, but it was a near
thing. She couldn't help but pout, of course, or more
correctly, continue pouting.
Jordan shouldered her pack, secured the hip-belt and sternum-strap,
then tied a generous loop in the far end of Leda's
nipple-stirrup-leash, slipped it over her right wrist, and
smiled at her fellow hiker. "If you need to tinkle, just
let me know. After I give you permission, you can
then step off the trail and spread your legs. You might
try lifting one leg, like a doggie, but the weight of the
pack will probably make that too awkward. Perhaps you should try
Leda glowered at her captor and ignored the Searing Agony
(meaning the Barely Noticeable
Discomfort) of her ever-so-slightly-stretched nipples. "I
hate you," she huffed. "Just you wait. You'll get
Jordan grinned. "Off we go," she purred, then stepped off.
The leash-cord threatened to snap taut, so Leda heaved a sigh
and quickly followed.
|| Chapter 5
still holding Robin's hand as they entered the barn. It
was Robin's first time inside the structure, but Leda had told
her it had been Jordan's first workshop, before she joined
Archer Metals, so she wasn't surprised to see a small forge, a
work table, and an anvil off to one side. The rest of the
barn appeared to be empty horse stalls, a couple of side rooms,
and an overhead loft.
Miriam led her guest to what was more or less the center of the
barn and pointed to the dirt floor under their feet.
"Stay," she ordered with a smile.
"Yes, ma'am," Robin answered, smiling back. She watched
Miriam stroll to a wooden trunk off to the side. She
lifted the lid... and returned with two short coils of
quarter-inch hemp rope. Robin blinked in surprise.
"What are you gonna...? Oh!"
Miriam had dropped one of the coils, spun Robin around, pulled
her hands behind her back, and was using the other coil to bind
Robin's wrists together with her hands palm-to-palm. Robin
offered no resistance, but her eyes were wide and her heart had
Task accomplished, Miriam knelt and used the first coil to bind
Robin tugged on her expertly bound wrists and watched as Miriam
turned, walked away, and returned with a folded wooden
chair. She unfolded the chair and sat, facing her
incredulous prisoner/guest, then demurely crossed her legs and
arranged the skirt of her very pretty printed dress. "You
might be more comfortable on the floor," she suggested, once
again pointing at the dirt under Robin's bare feet.
Robin blinked for several seconds... then carefully knelt,
settled onto her denim-clad rump, and supported her upper body
by leaning back on her bound hands. She locked eyes with
her smiling captor/hostess. "Why did you..." She
already knew why she was bound hand and foot. "Oh...
"Research," Miriam agreed. "I think you'll agree that
being taken captive and held prisoner by someone other than
your roommate and best friend makes for a much better
experiment. Don't you agree?"
Robin swallowed nervously before answering. "Uh,
yeah. I suppose."
Miriam was still smiling. "My late husband and I used to
dabble in such things," she said. "He was a kind, gentle
man... who knew exactly how to keep me under strict
Robin swallowed, again, imagining a young Miriam Price, bound
and helpless... like I am right now, Robin thought,
bound and helpless.
"It's been years since I've had a chance to play with
rope," Miriam continued. "I used to help Jordan and her
childhood friends with their innocent rope games, of course, but
that hardly counts. Don't you agree?"
"I should hope not," Rodin responded in a near whisper, then
blushed. "Uh, yeah. I agree."
"Anyway," Miriam continued. She uncrossed her legs, stood,
and strolled across the barn to Jordan's workshop area.
Robin tugged on her wrist-bonds and watched as Miriam opened a
drawer in an old storage cabinet, then returned. Dangling
from her right hand was... "Oh, my." ...a black rubber ball
attached to a black leather strap that secured by means of a
shining steel buckle. She locked eyes with Miriam as her
smiling hostess (and captor) drew near. "What's that?" she
demanded, then her blush deepened. Robin knew exactly
what Miriam was holding in her hand. It was a
"Silly girl," Miriam chuckled as she stepped behind Robin,
knelt, reached over Robin's head, and held the ball in front of
her guest's wide-eyed face.
"W-what if I promise not to scream?" Robin inquired.
"There's nobody here to hear me, anyway. Except for you...
and the dogs."
"It's far too early for parole negotiations," Miriam
purred. "A genuine captor would have to establish her
dominance right away."
"I suppose that's true in general," Robin conceded. "but in this
case—Mrrrpfh!" In mid-sentence Miriam had popped the ball
into her mouth, and now she was threading the buckle at the nape
of her neck! There was a pause while Miriam freed her hair
from under the strap, then she tightened the strap until Robin's
cheeks bulged—"Mrrrf!"—and secured the buckle.
Robin tossed her head and tried to work her jaws. Her
somewhat tousled hair fluttered, but the rubber ball was in her
mouth to stay... until Miriam decided otherwise.
"There," Miriam said, then gave Robin's gagged head a reassuring
(condescending) pat, stood, brushed the dirt from her knees,
straightened her dress, and once again strolled to the open
Robin squirmed on her denim-clad butt, shook her gagged head,
continued testing her new gag, and watched as Miriam returned
with a very generous coil of quarter-inch hemp rope. With
surprising skill (surprising for Robin, anyway) Miriam released
the coil's retaining hitch and tossed one end up and over a
rafter several feet above their heads. Robin flinched as
the bulk of the rope slapped the dirt floor near her
bound and newly gagged body. Next, Miriam, tied a simple
noose in the end of the rope still in her hand, and
then—"Mrrrk!"—dropped the noose over Robin's incredulous, gagged
head, and cinched it around her neck! The rope wasn't
especially tight, but it was definitely there!
"Up," Miriam ordered and helped Robin to stand. "Now," she
said with a warm smile, "remember, I'm playing the role of a
genuine captor." And with that, she began hauling in the
"Mrrrf!" Robin danced and squirmed on her bare and
ankle-bound feet as the rope became taut! She took two
short, careful hops across the floor, traveling the eighteen or
so inches required until the rope around her neck was vertical.
"A genuine captor wouldn't take any chances with her
prisoner," Miriam lectured, still smiling. "She'd use
every form of coercion available, like holding the threat of
harming her captive's friends or family members over her
prisoner's pretty little head, or..." She hauled in an
inch or two of rope, until Robin had no choice but to go up on
her toes! "Physical intimidation."
"Mrrrf!" Robin's eyes were wide, her bulging cheeks
flushed, and, thanks to the ball-gag, drool was dripping from
her lower lip.
Miriam relaxed the rope, letting Robin back down off her toes
and onto her bare feet. "I'm sure you agree that such
tactics, however unpleasant, would be both prudent and effective."
Robin nodded her head, rather frantically.
"Oh, darling," Miriam chuckled, then kissed Robin's
forehead. "By all means, get into the spirit of the
exercise, but always remember that I'm only role-playing
Robin blinked in alarmed amazement as sweet, kind, smiling
Miriam Price sauntered across the barn to the workshop,
maintaining the tension on the neck-rope as she went, then
looped the end around the anvil and tied a slip-knot. She
then rummaged among the old tools scattered on the workbench...
selected a pair of utility scissors, found a small can of WD-40,
dripped a few drops of oil onto the scissors, then used a dirty,
disreputable rag to wipe them down. Apparently satisfied
with the state of the tool, she smiled sweetly at Robin and
strolled back in her direction, clacking the scissors together.
What's she gonna... Oh! Robin watched as Miriam
knelt at her bare feet, grasped the cuff of the left leg of her
jeans with her left hand, opened the scissors in her right hand,
and—Miriam!—began slicing her way up her leg!
Robin's options were twofold: (1.) to stand as still as a
statue, or, (2.) to wiggle like a worm. She chose the
statue option. Between the noose and her bound wrists and
ankles, her position was mildly precarious. In any case,
she knew the worm option would be a futile and pointless
Miriam sliced the left leg of Robin's jeans all the way up to
the waistband, then shifted position and sliced her way up
Robin's right leg. Finally, she cut the waistband, tugged
the jeans from Robin's body, and tossed them onto the folding
Robin blushed and blinked in distress as Miriam stood and sliced
away her t-shirt... followed by her bra... and finally, her
panties! One by one, her ruined clothing items joined the
jeans, forming a pile on the chair... and she was now
nude! Nude, bound hand and foot, ball-gagged, and
mortified! Also (inexplicably) there was a thrill rippling
between Robin's legs, and it refused to be overwhelmed by fear,
terror, or the general lack of social propriety. Robin
knew Miriam was only pretending to be a callous kidnapper, she
was sure of it, but the situation was kinky and
decidedly naughty. Robin decided to go with the
flow. Also, she was very much aware that she had no
choice but to go with the flow.
While Robin struggled to come to terms with her bound and gagged
nudity, Miriam returned to the old trunk and began rummaging
through its remaining contents.
Robin watched with interest as Miriam gathered an armload of
several coils of hemp rope, spun on her heel, and returned to
"Any villainess worth her salt would make absolutely sure that
her captive damsel was completely helpless," Miriam
purred as she arranged the coils in a neat row on the
floor. She selected a coil, released its retaining hitch,
doubled it to find the center, then formed a loop, preparing it
for use. "So, in the spirit of the exercise, I'm afraid
I'm going to have to make absolutely certain that you don't
I suppose, Robin silently conceded, in the spirit of
the exercise. Her heart was pounding, again, and her
nipples were standing at attention (for some reason).
However, at the moment, the thrill between her legs seemed to
have gone into hiding.
Over the course of the next half-hour, Miriam demonstrated her
skill as a rigger. (Leda had explained to Robin that an
expert in the binding of damsels was afforded the coveted title
of "rigger.") When the proverbial dust settled, Robin was
bound in a complex web of rope from shoulders to ankles,
including neat horizontal bands pinning her arms to her sides,
above and below her breasts—pressing her elbows close until they
were only about four inches apart—encircling her waist and
forearms—cleaving her butt-cheeks and labia and anchoring her
bound wrists against her butt—and binding her legs together at
mid-thighs, above and below her knees, around her shins and
calves, and, of course, her ankles. Also, from her
shoulders down, diagonal ropes linked and cinched all of
Next, Miriam used two lengths of thin hemp cord, first to bind
Robin's thumbs together... and then to bind her big toes.
Why, Robin had no idea. What am I supposed to do with
my thumbs and toes? she wondered. Nothing, of
course, but it certainly made her feel even more helpless.
Then Robin realized that enhancing her feeling of helplessness was
the point of the thumb and toe bondage, and it was working.
Finally, Miriam untied the knot enforcing the noose around
Robin's neck, threaded the vertical rope through the nexus of
ropes between her shoulder blades, pulled out the slack, and
tied a well-compacted, redundant knot.
As Robin was no longer in danger of hanging herself if she
struggled, she began testing Miriam's handiwork in
earnest. Shuffling her feet was out of the question,
thanks to her bound toes, but twisting, squirming, writhing, and
tugging on any and all of her rope bonds was entirely feasible...
and quickly proved to be a total waste of time and effort.
The vertical rope linking her to the rafter quivered and shook
as she struggled, then went taut when she tried leaning to the
side. She wasn't going to fall, obviously. In fact,
she wasn't going anywhere. Robin was naked, bound, gagged,
and helpless. Robin was a prisoner.
Meanwhile, Miriam had gathered Robin's ruined clothes and rolled
then together into a tight bundle. "This will all go into
the fire pit, of course." She cupped Robin's saliva
dripping chin with her right hand, kissed her forehead, stepped
back, folded the chair and returned it to its former place, then
strolled towards the barn door. "Well, I have chores to
finish," she announced as she opened the door. "You can
continue with the experiment. And before we know it, it'll
be dinnertime. Pot roast makes a really good
sandwich. I quite enjoy them." She smiled at her
naked, bound and gagged prisoner. "You aren't hungry, are
Robin's stomach grumbled in tentative interest. Lunch had
been recent and delicious, but a juicy pot-roast sandwich
sounded delicious. "Mrrrk!"
"I didn't think so," Miriam purred. "More for me."
She then closed the barn door.
Robin heaved a gagged sigh, then gave her bonds another
squirming, twisting test. This dislodged a few drops of
saliva (which splashed her bobbing breasts), but that was the
only result. Obviously, Miriam really was a
Captured, Robin mused, stripped naked, tied up,
gagged with a ball-gag, helpless, and
abandoned... This is a much better experiment
than playing silly tie-up games with Leda back in the
apartment. She resumed testing her bonds,
and once again the vertical rope quivered (and her crotch-rope
slid back and forth a fraction of an inch when she tugged on her
wrist-bonds). I can't wait to write this up in my
journal... after Miriam unties me.
|| Chapter 5