left foot. Right foot, left foot.
Jodi hiked the mountain trail, meaning she trudged on the
tread-runner's rolling track. Tragically, she had no
choice. Strapped in a tight, cruelly restrictive
straitjacket, her piteous screams stifled by a cruel ball-gag,
trapped atop the churning roller by cruel chains... Jodi had no
choice but to put one bare foot in front of the other, again and
again and again. Worst of all, she'd been abandoned by the
beautiful but callously cruel dominatrix who had kidnapped her,
and she was at the mercy of the cruel machine with its cruel
computer program that varied the angle of the treadmill as it
simulated the cruel twists and turns of the cruel simulated
mountain trail of the cruel exercise routine.
O, the drama! Jodi sighed through her ball-gag. Cruel,
Okay, so far the routine hadn't been all that bad. During
the initial warmup the bed of the tread-runner was perfectly
level. Then, as she "climbed" the first switchback of the
trail up "Digital Mountain," the angle increased. It
hadn't been all that taxing, or the duration excessively
long. It was followed by another period of level hiking...
then another climb.
Jodi was starting to sweat. So far, that was the worst
part of the "ordeal." The straps running through her
crotch to either side of her pussy and anchoring the bottom of
the straitjacket might become a problem at some point, but for
now, the tightness of the jacket was actually acting in her
favor, preventing the straps from chaffing as she hiked.
Of course, if "Mountain Trek #1 (Beginner)" lasted long enough,
that might change. Also, trudging in her bare feet might
become an issue.
Just then, Eleanor returned to her home gym. Jodi had
resolved to glare and stare and "demand" her immediate
release—but at the sight of her beautiful, hot kidnapper
in legging-pants and a sports bra, both in skintight black Lycra
with fuchsia trim—she immediately fell back into her old habit
of stunned, leering worship. The exercise togs hugged
Eleanor's incredible body in a most distracting manner.
Her feet were bare, her flat, well-sculpted tummy was bare, and
the bra's perfect fit and minimalist straps were doing wonderful
things for her breasts, not that they needed any help. The
only thing better would have been no bra, and no pants.
Eleanor's hair was pulled back on a no-nonsense ponytail, and a
smile curled her full, beautiful lips, as always.
Jodi did manage to assert a display of at least some degree of
displeasure as Eleanor strolled to the treadmill, but the
Dastardly Kidnapper's eyes were focused on the details of Jodi's
gagged, sweaty face, churning, sweaty legs, and trudging bare
feet. If she noted Jodi's attempt at Righteous
Indignation, she gave no sign.
"Are you aware of the growing consensus that walking and running
without shoes is good for your feet?" Eleanor inquired.
"Humans were barefoot nomads for thousands and thousands of
years. Sandals or moccasins are good to protect the feet
from rocks and pebbles, but arch supports aren't really
necessary, for most people."
Jodi had heard the hype about barefoot running, but she wasn't
buying it. She liked her running shoes, thank you very
much; or rather, she liked the endless parade of cheap running
shoes she wore out in only a few months each. Anyway, the
idea of running without arch supports sounded... iffy.
"Of course," Eleanor continued, "if one isn't used to running in
one's bare feet, gradual conditioning is required." Her
smile broadened. "That's why I'm starting you out with a
nice, easy hike of only a few miles."
Jodi sighed through her gag, then her eyes popped wide. Wait!
Jodi had two issues. Firstly... A few
miles? The cartoon trail on the treadmill screen
was scrolling from the right, and nothing on the display
specified the duration of the program, either in time or
distance, so maybe she was in for a long hike.
Secondly... 'I'm starting you out?' Was that
more teasing, or was Eleanor really going to keep her as
her plaything/prisoner/pleasure-slave? If so... She
can't be serious! Someone was bound to come looking
for Jodi, eventually. Libby knew where she was, but Libby
might be Eleanor's accomplice. Candy would certainly want
to know what happened to her big sister, but Libby would be the
first person she'd ask, and maybe Libby already had a plausible
story ready to go. And Candy wasn't exactly Nancy Drew.
"I've been running in my bare feet for two years," Eleanor said,
"and I love it. Let me show you the sort of shoes I wear
when I work in the garden or hike the forest trails."
Jodi sighed through her
gag as she watched Eleanor stroll to the French doors next to
the window wall, open a small wooden cabinet, and return with a
pair of shoes. Anyway, Jodi could care less about
Eleanor's taste in footwear, and— Oh.
Eleanor was holding what looked like a pair of rubber and nylon
sandals, the sort of shoes worn for water sports or walking on
rocky beaches. This particular model was like a pair of
slippers with Velcro straps, dark gray rubber soles, and
brick-red nylon uppers. The thing was, the shoes had toes!
Footwear for the modern hobbit, Jodi thought.
I'd look like a ridiculous geek in those things. She
gaze shifted from the goofy sandals to Eleanor, then back to the
sandals, and she sighed through her gag. Jodi knew Eleanor
wouldn't look the slightest bit geeky in the sandals.
Eleanor couldn't make herself geeky if her chosen costume for
the next Comic-Con was "Geek." She could put on a pair of
size thirty-seven clown shoes and they'd instantly become "an
interesting fashion choice."
Eleanor tossed the toed sandals in the basket attached on the
front of the tread-runner, a basket that was probably there to
hold reading material or a water bottle for the runner—a runner
who wasn't in a straitjacket and chained in place, of course.
"Well, enjoy your workout," Eleanor purred, kissed Jodi's sweaty
forehead, then strolled to the open area in the center of the
room and began doing warmup exercises.
Thanks bunches, Jodi silently fumed, and continued
trudging the "scenic" trails of Digital Mountain. Jodi
sighed through her gag, again, blinked away a bead of sweat that
had rolled into her left eye, and watched as Eleanor spread her
legs a few inches apart, raised her hands over her head and put
her palms together, and began bending at the waist, first to her
left... and then to her right. The stretched Lycra of
Eleanor's legging-pants and sports bra was doing a heroic job of
containing the hotness of her toned, athletic, perfectly
I guess Digital Mountain actually is scenic, Jodi
Jodi was being led down the hallway of Eleanor's mansion;
however, there had been a major change. She wasn't
mincing! Eleanor had freed Jodi from the Evil Treadmill of
Doom and the padded ankle-cuffs were still buckled around her
ankles, but she hadn't reattached the hobble-strap! No
So, Jodi was free to make a break for the front door, naked,
barefoot, strapped in the tight straitjacket, and
ball-gagged. All she had to do was outrun Eleanor, race
down the driveway to the road back to town, and...
hitchhike? There were two problems, three if you count not
being able to raise a thumb with her hands trapped in the
sleeves of the straitjacket. One, Jodi probably couldn't
win a footrace with Eleanor on her best day. And two, this
was not Jodi's best day. She was exhausted. The
tread-runner program may have been labeled "Beginner," but it
should have been labeled "Beginner/Excessively LONG."
Jodi wasn't mincing, but she was almost stumbling with
fatigue. She was also sweaty and thirsty. Eleanor
had used several of the other fancy machines for a thorough
workout of her own, while Jodi trudged on the fancy
tread-runner, but she hadn't hydrated her
delivery-girl/prisoner/tourist. How rude!
With luck, that would soon change, and Jodi wouldn't say no to a
spot of lunch... and a nap.
They reached the Mistress bedroom and Eleanor pointed to the
bed. Jodi blinked with fatigue, sighed through her gag,
then dragged her pathetic self to the bed and flopped down on
its neatly made surface. She closed her eyes and waited
for Eleanor to remove her gag. She was sure that was gonna
happen. Eleanor was a decent sort (and hot)—not
that Jodi had a lot of experience being kidnapped—but Jodi was
sure she'd be getting something to drink, at the very least.
Jodi realized Eleanor was doing something to her ankle cuffs,
lifted her head to watch, then sighed, again. Eleanor had
threaded the end of a coil of brown rope through the D-rings in
ankle cuffs and was tying an elaborate knot. She then
looped the rope around one of the posts at the foot of the bed,
strolled to the head of the bed, playing out the remaining rope
as she went, looped the coil around the opposite bedpost, tied
the free end through the D-ring in the straitjacket over Jodi's
right shoulder, and tied another knot.
Jodi was now loosely pinned to the bed. She had tons of
wiggle room, but knew she wasn't going anywhere. She
heaved yet another piteous sigh, then watched Eleanor first
shrug out of her sports-bra, then peel off her
legging-pants. Both garments were damp with sweat, as was
Eleanor's glorious toned and fit body, as sweaty as Jodi's
straitjacketed and bound body.
"I'm going to exercise my prerogative as mistress of the house
and take the first shower," Eleanor explained. She dropped
her exercise togs in a hamper just inside the walk-in closet,
then strolled to the bathroom.
Of course you are, Jodi fumed silently. Mistress
always gets the first shower. I'll wait right here.
There, she'd done it herself. She'd quipped about her own
The bathroom door closed, there was a brief pause, then Jodi
heard the shower start running. She closed her eyes.
Might as well get a head start on that nap, she
Time passed, but no more than three or four minutes.
Finally, the shower stopped. Jodi hadn't dozed off, but
she remained a totally relaxed straitjacketed, ankle-bound, and
ball-gagged lump. Two or three more minutes passed, then
Eleanor emerged from the bathroom, nude and toweling her hair
with a fluffy white towel.
Jodi gazed at her naked, incredibly hot captor through
sleepy eyes. Wow, that never gets old, she
thought, and sighed through her gag. Jodi was doing a lot
Eleanor strolled to the bed, sat, and unbuckled Jodi's ankle
cuffs. She then pulled the captive into a sitting
position, untied the rope loosely tethering the straitjacket and
its occupant to the bed, then began the long process of
unbuckling the jacket itself.
As buckle after buckle was released and the canvas prison
surrendered its grip on her otherwise naked and sweaty body,
Jodi resolved to at least try and give her kidnapper a
fight. This time she wasn't going to just let
Eleanor slap her in cuffs, tie her up, or do whatever she had
planned in the way of restraints. Finally, the jacket was
pulled from her body, and Jodi leaped from the bed, turned, and
dropped into fighting stance, ready to unleash her formidable
(and nonexistent) martial arts skills on her kidnapper.
Still sitting on the bed, Eleanor smiled. "Adorable," she
chuckled, then nodded towards the open bathroom door.
"Take as long as you want, Little Nymph. I'll be right
here when you return."
The ball-gag still strapped in Jodi's mouth put a damper on
whatever defiant and/or clever snappy comeback she might have
wanted to share, so she rolled her eyes, stomped into the
bathroom, and closed the door. She punched the button in
the center of the doorknob, engaging the lock (she hoped), then
unbuckled and removed the ball-gag. Her next priority was
a drink of water. She filled the small tumbler next to
Eleanor's toothbrush, drank, then refilled the tumbler and drank
again. Her next priority was taking a tinkle.
Then... the shower.
Eleanor had told Jodi she could take her time, so she did.
Jodi let the hot water cascade over her body for a full minute
before even thinking about soap or shampoo. Finally, after
several luxurious minutes, Jodi decided she was clean. It
was time to confront her kidnapper.
Jodi toweled herself dry, including her hair, then used
Eleanor's brush and comb set to straighten said hair. Her
brown mop (with frosted highlights) was still a tad damp, but
she was presentable, and nude. Jodi briefly considered
wrapping the towel around her torso, but discarded the idea, as
well as the towel. She put her hand on the doorknob,
sighed, and opened the door.
Eleanor was still sitting on the bed—or rather, she'd returned
to the bed. The straitjacket and ankle cuffs were gone,
but in their place were several neat coils of the same brown
rope she'd used to tether Jodi to the bed while she took the
first shower. Obviously, Mistress had put the jacket and
cuffs someplace and fetched the additional rope. She
hadn't bothered to dress, however. Eleanor de Vries was
still gloriously nude.
Jodi stared at her hostess, then the rope, then her
hostess. "What's that for?" she demanded, then mentally
kicked herself. She knew what it was for.
"Where are my clothes?" Yes, that was a better line of
"Your clothes are still in the laundry, Jodi," Eleanor purred,
"but you don't need them, do you?"
"I can't go home naked," Jodi huffed.
Eleanor smiled. "But you can't continue the tour wearing
clothes." She patted the bed. "Take a load off,
Little Nymph. I know you're tired. Don't you want to
take a nap while I prepare something to eat?"
Jodi stared at the rope. "I don't wanna be tied up," she
"But you've only seen some of my collection," Eleanor
countered. "And we've played with steel, leather, and
canvas. What about rope, Jodi? Aren't you curious to
see what I can do with rope?"
Actually, Jodi was curious, but... This was the first time
she'd been free since The Great Seduction at the beginning of
the tour. Had it really only been yesterday?
Anyway... she was curious. But could she trust
Eleanor? "I..." She might as well let the cat out of
the bag. "Can I trust you?"
Eleanor continued smiling, but waited a few seconds before
answering. "I'm not sure how to answer that," she said,
finally. "Coercion and subterfuge are parts of the game,
are they not? Can I be your kidnapper if you know you can
trust me? Won't that cheapen the game and lessen the
"I know I can trust Candy," Jodi countered, "and we still play."
"Yes, I'm sure that's true," Eleanor purred, "but our game is at
a higher level, no? A much higher level that the
game you play with your little sister."
Jodi found herself nodding, then stifled herself. "I don't
want to be tied up," she huffed.
"Of course," Eleanor shrugged. "Now, as for trust...
I think you know I'm not a bad person, Jodi."
"As beautiful kidnappers go, you seem very nice," Jodi conceded,
and there was no sarcasm in her manner.
Eleanor's smile widened, and was that a hint of a blush coloring
her cheeks? Jodi wasn't sure.
"Thank you, Little Nymph," Eleanor said, then patted the bed,
Jodi walked to the bed and sat. She was still conflicted,
but... this was a fun game, in a stressful, exhausting,
terrifying, sexy sort of way. And Eleanor was
entirely correct about all of this being at a higher level than
any game she'd ever played before.
Eleanor lifted a bundle of rope, released the hitch securing the
coil, shook it out, and doubled it to find the center.
Her back to Eleanor, Jodi stared straight ahead. A doubled
loop of rope dropped over her head and tightened around her
upper arms and torso, just below her breasts. "I hope I
don't regret this," she muttered under her breath.
Eleanor smiled and made a second doubled pass around Jodi's
body, just above the first pair of strands, then pulled out the
around Jodi's upper body for the next several minutes as
Eleanor's efforts coalesced into an elaborate and inescapable
box-tie. Neat horizontal bands of rope pinned Jodi's upper
arms to her upper body, passing above and below breasts and
imparting additional perkiness to the slightly squeezed
globes. The ropes were cinched between her arms and torso,
and yoked her shoulders. Additional strands lashed her
wrists against her spine and pinned her thumbs and the palms of
her hands against her arms. Everything was uniformly
tight, without being too tight, and something like a third of
Eleanor's efforts had seemed to be devoted to weaving and
wrapping the free ends of the rope around itself behind Jodi's
"What is this stuff" Jodi asked, about halfway through the
"Linen," Eleanor answered, "boiled, dried, and treated with
"Linen? Old rags?"
"No, silly," Eleanor chuckled, "it's made from the fibers of the
flax plant. Although, the idea of rope woven from strips
of old rags is interesting."
"It's soft," Jodi noted.
Eleanor leaned forward and kissed the side of Jodi's neck.
"Only the best for my Little Nymph."
The rope was indeed soft, and the few knots or hitches Jodi
could see from the front were both functional and decorative,
almost like macrame. And from all the tugging and pulling
that was happening she assumed the same was true of the web of
ropes behind her back, as well. Anyway, when Eleanor tied
her final knot and climbed off the bed, Jodi knew herself to be
well and truly tied up.
Still kneeling on the mattress, Jodi executed a decidedly
ineffective "courtesy struggle." Everything was tight and
nothing shifted, but nothing pinched her skin, either.
There was a little give as she tried to roll her shoulders and
arms, but she could tell that was both a property of the rope
and a testimonial to Eleanor's skill as a rope-rigger.
Finally, after a minute of halfhearted effort, she flopped onto
the bed, rolled onto her right side, and gazed up at
Eleanor. "Good job," she sighed.
"Thank you, Jodi." Eleanor reached down and ran her hands
over the ropes dimpling Jodi's left arm. "The box-tie has
always been my favorite," she said. "Properly applied,
there's minimal strain on the shoulders. A prisoner can be
box-tied for a very long time without causing harm, even
Jodi stared up at Eleanor. She's kidding. She's
trying to scare me... and it's working. She
watched as Eleanor lifted the first of two remaining rope
bundles and released the hitch securing the coil.
Eleanor rolled Jodi onto her back, folded her right leg until
the heel of her foot nudged the back of her thigh, then tied a
quick and simple frog-tie. She looped and hitched rope
around Jodi's ankle and upper thigh, and also looped rope around
and through Jodi's bent knee. She then stretched the
remaining rope to the upper right bedpost and tied a quick
knot. Eleanor then picked up the second coil and gave
Jodi's left leg similar treatment, this time tying the rope
around the lower left bedpost.
Jodi was now on her back and more-or-less in the middle of
Eleanor's giant bed, with her frog-tied legs lewdly
splayed. This left her greedy, treacherous pussy
completely exposed and vulnerable, of course.
Meanwhile, Eleanor had opened the drawer of the bedside table
and produced a pair of scissors and a roll of tape. She
then sat on the bed and scooted forward until she could lift
Jodi's upper body and rest her head and shoulders on her lap.
Jodi watched as Eleanor ripped a six or seven-inch strip of tape
from the roll, then snipped it free with the scissors. The
roll was about three inches wide and the tape was translucent,
with a regular pattern that made it look something like a
closely woven fabric. "Do you have to gag me?" Jodi
"It helps keep the bubbles in the champagne, Little Nymph,"
Eleanor chuckled, then leaned close and kissed Jodi's pouting
"It's mean," Jodi huffed, then pursed her lips together.
Eleanor stretched the strip between both hands, pressed it over
Jodi's mouth, then smoothed the tape with her fingers. The
milky tape covered her lower face from just under her nose to
the tip of her chin, and nearly from ear to ear. There was
no wrinkling in the tape, and the three-dimensional shape of
Jodi's lips was quite prominent. Eleanor smiled down at
her precious prisoner. "In afterthought, I realize I
should have worn panties under my exercise pants," she purred,
combing her fingers through Jodi's bangs. "Then I'd have
something to stuff in your pretty little mouth."
Jodi blinked in surprise. Panties? Damp, sweaty
panties? A shudder of disgust rippled through her
helpless body, including her pussy. Okay, her pussy had
something on its "mind" other than disgust, but still...
"Time for you to take a nice nap," Eleanor continued, "but
first..." She eased Jodi off her lap, stood, and walked
around the bed. "I know just what you need to help you
Jodi watched Eleanor sit back down and lean forward. Relax?
I'm pretty relaxed right now, and—Oh! OH!
Eleanor had reclined on her stomach, parted Jodi's labia with
her fingers, and given her pussy a slow lick! Jodi
shivered in her bonds and tried to close her legs. The
frog-tie ropes made that impossible, of course. Her thigh
muscles tensed with the effort, and in response to Eleanor's
tongue. Meanwhile, the first lick was followed by a
second, then a third, and now Eleanor was doing more intricate
things with her tongue, other than simply dragging its wet
surface across some of Jodi's favorite nerve endings.
"Mrrrrrpfh!" As gagged expressions of Scandalized Outrage
go, Jodi's scream was pretty much a bust. She could just
as easily have been shouting for joy. Eleanor's tongue was
good! Eleanor's tongue was really good! And
obviously quite experienced.
Eleanor paused and licked her full lips. "Pay close
attention to what I'm doing," she purred. "I expect you to
at least try and demonstrate what you're learning at some point
in the future." She then extended her tongue and returned
to the task of probing and teasing Jodi's pussy.
Jodi struggled in her bonds for all she was worth. Is
she kiddin' me? Pay attention? How
can I NOT pay attention? "Mrrrrrm!"
Slowly, inexorably, Eleanor brought Jodi to the cusp of
orgasm... kept her there for what felt like a minor eternity to
the quivering, shivering captive... then carried her over the
brink to a crashing multiple orgasm.
departing to let Jodi enjoy her nap, Eleanor released her legs
from the frog-tie. She then crossed Jodi's ankles and used
one rope to first lash them together, then tether them to the
lower bedposts. She then hitched the second coil through
the nexus of rope behind Jodi's back and used the free ends to
tether her to the upper bedposts. However, she was careful
to leave her "Little Nymph" plenty of wiggle room.
Eleanor then strolled into the walk-in closet. There was a
pause... and she emerged dressed in sandals, a fresh pair of
jeans, and a sleeveless cotton blouse. Smiling her
gloating, infuriating, gorgeous smile, she returned to
the bed, leaned close, and planted a kiss on Jodi's tape-gagged
lips. "Sweet dreams," she purred, then left the bedroom,
closing the door behind her.
Well, Jodi mused, that was... something.
She closed her eyes, squirmed in her bonds, and composed herself
for sleep. Or not.
Why did I do it? Why did I let her tie me up again?
Okay, technically it was the first time Eleanor had tied her up,
as her previous bonds had been steel followed by leather, rather
than rope, but... Why? She sighed through
her tape-gag. Maybe you can tie someone up
with something other than rope, she thought, in a more
general sense. I'll have to look it up.
In any case, it was now clear that given half a chance, Eleanor
de Vries could tie up Jodi Hodges whenever she wanted, using
anything and everything in her collection.
I need to put my foot down, Jodi thought.
Unfortunately, her feet were lashed together and she was
tethered. She wouldn't be putting anything down until
Eleanor untied her.
Jodi had some thinking to do.
Instead, she drifted off to sleep.