sisters had a lot to talk about. Unfortunately, they were
both ball-gagged, so their vocabularies were severely limited.
In addition to filling in the fine details of her experience as
Eleanor's prisoner (not counting the erotic bits, of course),
Jodi very much wanted to share her thoughts about Eleanor's
offer of the self-bondage safety app for their phones. It
was a good idea, she supposed, but more important was its
implicit promise that Eleanor was going to set them free...
eventually. Otherwise, what was the point? Jodi and
Candy wouldn't need Eleanor's app if they were destined never to
leave the dungeons of Chateau de Vries. She could
tell her kid sister was still conflicted about their unfolding
"adventure," but it would be nice to be able to reassure her
that they would be going home... eventually... probably.
Candy was indeed conflicted. Being "kidnapped" by Libby
and transported to Eleanor's lair had been exciting, in every
sense of the word, but Libby's role in her capture had been more
or less the same as Jodi's when it was Candy's turn to be the
distressed damsel. Anyway, Candy had more or less
volunteered to be bound in leather. Eleanor, however, had
handled her like a pro! And that was new! Granted,
Candy hadn't really tried to contest the issue when Eleanor
stripped her naked, but she knew resistance on her part would
have been a totally useless gesture. So...
Kidnapped! Oh no!
The sisters cooled their heels—their naked, bound and gagged
heels—for an hour. Anyway, it felt like an hour. It
may have been less, but they couldn't compare notes.
Finally, Eleanor returned, and Candy's eyes popped as wide as
they'd ever popped in her young life. Also, Jodi's pussy purred
Eleanor had changed into her dominatrix outfit!
Jodi had already seen the black leather thigh boots, smoky black
pantyhose, strapless bustier/corset, leather opera gloves, and
spiked collar, of course, but the sexy, menacing ensemble was a
novel experience for Candy. Eleanor's hair was combed back
and pulled into a tight bun, a sinister smile curled her full
lips (sinister given the context), and a riding crop was in her
Jodi was thrilled to see Eleanor back in Dread Dominatrix
mode. She was also a little terrified. How could she
Candy wasn't sure what she was feeling. Okay, she
was terrified, and any excitement she might be feeling at the
sight of their kidnapper's supremely hot appearance was
very much taking a back seat to her bondage-frustrated flight
Eleanor stepped close to Candy and smiled down at the naked,
bound, and gagged captive. She then used the flat tip of
the riding crop to lift Candy's chin and placed two fingers of
her free hand against Candy's throat, just above her
collar. "Oh, Candy," she chuckled, "even through these
gloves I can feel your pulse. And just look at your pretty
little breasts bob and heave." She shifted the tip of the
crop from Candy's chin to her right nipple. "Remember,
tiny damsel, I swore to you and your sister that you wouldn't be
harmed, and I meant it. However, while we play our game,
that doesn't mean you can't be hurt. I insist on
complete obedience, tiny damsel, and failure to obey on your
part will have...consequences."
Candy watched in horror as Eleanor lifted the tip of the crop,
paused, and gave her nipple a gentle tap. She turned her
head and found Jodi watching in helpless, bound and gagged
horror, then lifted her chin and locked eyes with Eleanor.
"I'm perfectly serious," Eleanor continued. "I expect you
to follow every command I give you. And when I remove your
gag and give you permission to speak, you will
address me as 'Mistress.' Do you understand?" She
tapped Candy's nipple, again, this time with just a tad
more force. Neither tap had been even remotely painful,
but the threat was explicit.
Candy nodded several times, her eyes still locked with
"Good girl," Eleanor chuckled, and let the crop's handle fall
from her gloved hand to dangle from her wrist by its attached
strap. "A little added spice. I hope you don't
mind." She shifted her evil (and hot) smile to
Jodi. "That goes for you too, Little Nymph. Complete
Jodi heaved a sigh, then nodded.
"My precious Little Nymph," Eleanor chuckled, then shifted her
gaze back to Candy. "Hmm... Tiny Damsel. That will
do for now. Come." She released the ceiling cable
from Candy's corset, took hold of the leash still dangling from
her collar, and led Candy to Jodi's chair. "Stand right
here, Tiny Damsel," she said, pointing to the side.
Her heart still pounding and her naked breasts still heaving,
slightly, Candy stood perfectly still and watched as Mistress
Eleanor knelt and untied Jodi's ankles, then used the same rope
to bind her big sister's knees together.
"Up you come," Eleanor said as she helped Jodi to her
feet. "You know the way to the Library," she purred,
making a sweeping gesture. "Lead on, Little Nymph."
Jodi gazed at her sister, then turned and shuffled towards the
door. She was encumbered by her knee bondage, but could
still walk. However, running was out of the question, even
if she was willing to abandon "Tiny Damsel" to the tender
mercies of Mistress Eleanor.
Eleanor followed in Jodi's wake, with Candy mincing behind at
the end of her leash, hobbled by her ankle-cuffs and their
amazement at the secret door in the back of the library closet
and the subterranean dungeons down below was as might be
expected, even though she had been forewarned by Jodi's story.
Jodi's reaction was more subdued. Not only had she been
down in the dungeons before, but she was preoccupied with worry
about what Eleanor had planned for her sister. She didn't
believe Eleanor would use anything in her collection to torture
the naive little twerp, but Candy looked scared—and not in the
good way, not in the damsel-in-distress way—and Jodi was
concerned. This entire "game" was getting way too
complicated and out of hand, and Jodi couldn't see a way to slam
on the brakes. Mistress Eleanor was in charge, and the
Hodges sisters had zero control of the situation.
All Jodi could do was lead the way down the filthy dungeon
corridor and hope for the best.
Eleanor directed Jodi with the occasional verbal command to make
a left or right turn when they came to junctions in the
corridors—reinforced by light taps on the appropriate bare
butt-cheek, of course. Finally she ordered Jodi to stop.
The Hodges sisters exchanged a look of gagged apprehension as
Mistress Eleanor unlocked one of the ubiquitous steel doors
studded with bolts, threw back the bolt and pulled it open, then
motioned for them to enter. They minced and shuffled
across the threshold and into the chamber beyond—and froze in
The room was about thirty feet on a side and without
furnishings, other than a wooden cabinet against one wall and a
large, complicated, hand-cranked winch mounted on another.
A mechanism of unknown function was integrated into the winch
design. It had counter-weighted lever arms and a large,
stainless steel cylinder sliding inside a set of vertical steel
rails. But that technological mystery was nothing compared
to the terrifying (and erotic) spectacle in the center
of the chamber.
Libby was naked, totally naked. Her ankles were
about two feet apart and buckled in leather cuffs separated by a
spreader-bar, her wrists were buckled in leather cuffs behind
her back, and she was bent forward at the waist with her arms
raised and the wrist cuffs linked by a taut steel cable to a
pulley in the ceiling. The cable crossed the ceiling to a
second pulley, then down to the complicated winch.
Jodi recognized Libby's predicament as what Eleanor had called
the "strappado." She didn't know if Candy knew the
word, but little sister's vocabulary took a back seat to what
was happening to poor Libby. She was up on her toes, her
arms were raised and strained to what looked like the limit of
her shoulders, and clover-clamps joined by a light chain dangled
from her nipples! Finally, Libby's mouth was plugged by a
ball-gag much like Jodi and Candy's, so any expressions of
displeasure she might wish to share were severely limited.
Libby's long black hair hung in a tousled mass, partially
obstructing Jodi's view of the strained victim's gagged face,
but she could still read Libby's expression. Under a mask
of gagged stoicism, the proprietress of Leatherocity was
Jodi had always thought Libby Chao was hot—not Mistress Eleanor
hot, of course, but hot—but seeing her in naked, bound
and gagged distress was something else. The chamber was
somewhat overheated, hotness of the occupant aside, and Libby's
skin glistened with sweat. Of course, her strained
predicament may have contributed to her overall dampness.
Libby's breasts, which were about the same size as Jodi's, hung
like modest bags of tan flesh, the nipples only slightly
stretched by the clamps. A quick glance at Candy confirmed
that she was also impressed, and terrified.
Both Hodges sisters flinched when the chamber door clanged shut
behind them. They watched Mistress Eleanor stroll to
Libby's side, turn, and smile in their direction.
"I wanted to impress upon you two the gravity of your
situation," Eleanor purred, "and Libby was nice enough to
volunteer for a little demonstration." She turned her head
and smiled at Libby, who had turned her head and was glaring
at the gloating dominatrix. "Granted," Eleanor chuckled,
"she probably didn't understand quite what I had in
mind, but she did volunteer." She pointed to a corner of
the chamber. "Over there, Tiny Damsel," she ordered.
Candy looked at her sister, then at Eleanor, then minced to the
"Sit," Eleanor ordered, then helped Candy settle to the dirty
floor. Candy's hobbled ankles were in front and her legs
folded in a semi-lotus. Eleanor passed Candy's leash
through the hobbling strap, pulled until she had no choice but
to lean forward, then tied a saddle-hitch to keep her in that
Eleanor smiled at Jodi. "Your word of the day is 'ebi,'
Little Nymph, Japanese for 'shrimp.' See how she's curled
up like a cocktail shrimp? No? Anyway, for that
reason, this basic position is called a 'shrimp-tie,' and this
is a very loose, somewhat kind example. Please,
join us. Stand next to your sister." Her smile
broadened when Jodi seemed to hesitate. "Now, Little
Nymph," Eleanor chuckled. "Don't make me plant you next to
Candy in a much more stringent version of the ebi."
Jodi heaved a gagged sigh, then shuffled to Candy's side and
stood with her back to the wall.
"Such a good Little Nymph," Eleanor chuckled, leaned close and
kissed Jodi's forehead. She then turned and strolled to
Jodi and Candy had a perfect view of Libby's dimpled rear and
legs. She really was in good shape, her figure lithe and
trim and her muscles well-toned. She wasn't a bodybuilder,
not by any stretch of the imagination, but she was fit... and
hot... and sweaty. Also, she had something of an overall
tan. That is, Libby Chao had no visible tan lines.
Meanwhile, Eleanor opened the cabinet door, removed the riding
crop from her wrist, and placed it within. From their
position in the corner, the door blocked the sisters' view of
the cabinet's interior. Eleanor took something from
inside, closed the door, and— "Nrrf?" —strolled back
to the sisters.
It was Candy who had attempted to find voice for her distress
and amazement, but Jodi had very nearly joined in. In
Eleanor's gloved hand was a multi-tailed leather flogger!
It had a braided handle and twenty or more ribbon-thin thongs,
each about twenty inches in length.
Eleanor gave the Hodges sisters several seconds to examine the
flogger as she slowly turned it in her hand... then gave it a
flip. The leather tails rattled as they came together and
"There is a continuum to this game," Eleanor lectured, "in the
larger sense. All that you girls have done up until now,
all the times you've played together, all the times you've tied
each other up and left each other bound, gagged, and helpless,
all of that is only the beginning. As you gain experience,
you'll discover new levels of pleasure and pain, new realms of
dominance and submission."
Jodi and Candy stared at the flogger with wide-eyed horror—then
became aware of a curious muffled sound—and realized Libby was
laughing through her gag! Either that, or she was having
some kind of seizure.
Eleanor rolled her eyes, then strolled to Libby, took a handful
of her black hair in her free hand, and lifted her gagged
head. "Too much?" she asked with a coy grin. "I'll
try again later. Now—" She released Libby's head,
turned, and took a few steps behind Libby's back (and butt) and
away from the watching sisters, then began rolling her
shoulders. Obviously (and ominously) it was a warmup
exercise. "I guess we should get on with the
Jodi and Candy involuntarily flinched as Eleanor drew back the
flogger and delivered a very businesslike smack to
Libby's left butt-cheek! Libby mewled through her gag—
"Mrrpfh!" —and shivered in her bonds in response. The
first blow was followed by a second, then a third. A total
of six blows were delivered, then Eleanor smiled at the quite
obviously horrified sisters, took two steps to the side, and
delivered six more smacks to Libby's right butt-cheek!
Libby continued reacting to Eleanor's blows, cringing and
tugging on her bonds and grunting and moaning through her
gag. Her hanging breasts wobbled and the chain joining the
nipple-clamps swayed, as did her tousled black hair.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Eleanor asked the Hodges sisters,
then began thrashing Libby's back and thighs. It was a
rhetorical question, of course.
The flogging continued for several minutes. Libby
developed an angry blush in the affected areas, but Eleanor
didn't break her skin. Jodi decided Mistress was as
skilled with the whip as she was with rope, which is to say, she
Finally, the flogging ended.
By this time, Libby was even more sweaty. Her lower back,
butt, and thighs practically glowed a rosy pink, and she
was panting for breath.
Mistress Eleanor was also showing signs of her strenuous
efforts. A sheen of perspiration glistened on her
shoulders, chest, and smiling face, and her breasts were testing
the confines of her leather corset/bustier with every breath.
Jodi looked down at her sister and could tell she'd won their
earlier argument. It was clear that Candy wanted to go
home right now! Of course, at the moment, neither
of them were in a position to beat feet for home. They
remained Mistress Eleanor's bound and gagged prisoners.
Meanwhile, Eleanor had returned the flogger to the cabinet and
closed its door. She strolled to the winch, smiled at the
sisters, and indicated the overly complicated mechanism.
"Terry designed this thing," she explained. "Terry was my
late husband, Tiny Damsel" she added for Candy's benefit.
"The pawl locking the drum is held in position by a weighted
lever." She pointed at the top cylinder running in the
vertical rails. "If the water in the cylinder is allowed
to drip into a reservoir down below, the cylinder will rise in
its track, and eventually the reservoir's increasing weight will
be enough to pull the lever. The pawl will be released,
the drum will spin free, and poor, pathetic Libby will finally
be able to lower her arms and come down off her aching
toes." Eleanor threw a small switch, then smiled at Jodi
and Candy and strolled in their direction.
All present in the chamber could now hear the hollow, echoing
sound of water slowly falling into the reservoir, drop... by
drop... by drop. It was impossible to judge how long it
would take for the mechanism to unlock the drum, which would
release Libby. Mistress hadn't said. Jodi's
assumption was that Libby would remain suffering in the strappado
position for some time to come.
The sisters watched Mistress Eleanor approach. "Stay here,
Tiny Damsel," she ordered, smiling down at Candy, then placed a
gloved hand on Jodi's shoulder and led her forward to stand in
front of Libby. "The Tiny Damsel is for you, Mistress
Lotus," Eleanor purred, addressing Libby. "After you've
freed yourself, you may take her to the guest room overlooking
the side garden with the birdbath." She led Jodi to the
chamber door. "Little Nymph and I will be in my
bedroom. We have much to discuss."
Libby sighed through gag.
Candy's eyes popped wide, again, and she squirmed in her bonds,
her captive body rocking back and forth and side to side on the
hard floor. "Mrrrf?"
Jodi was reluctant to abandon her sister, but couldn't prevent
Eleanor from leading her through the chamber door.
"Don't worry, I won't lock you in," Eleanor chuckled as she
pulled the heavy steel door closed. That pronouncement had
been for Libby and Candy's benefit, of course.
Eleanor led Jodi down the corridor, one arm across her
rope-yoked shoulders, and Jodi looked back at the closed door
for as long as she could.
Jodi made the
trip to Eleanor's bedroom in something of a daze. She was
trying to process what she'd just seen, but had the definite
feeling that important information was missing. Obviously,
with respect to the Big Picture, Libby was in on what was
happening. Yes, Libby was definitely in on the
kidnappings, and while she might have agreed to take part in
Eleanor's "demonstration," did she really volunteer to
have her fanny whacked? Anyway, Mistress had said they had
"much to discuss," so Jodi figured she might as well wait until
they reached the bedroom—then she realized they already had
reached the bedroom. In fact she had just sat down on
Eleanor's bed. She really had been in a daze.
Jodi watched as Mistress Eleanor, incredibly hot in her
dominatrix outfit, knelt and began untying her knee bonds.
The bands of conditioned flax melted away, then Eleanor sat on
the bed next to her and began untying the box-tie. The
complex web loosened as knots were released, cinches pulled
free, and the doubled strands of rope slithered away.
Finally, the rope was a tangled mass, half on the bed and half
on the floor, but none of it binding poor, innocent Jodi.
Next, Eleanor released the ball-gag's buckle, gently removed the
foam and rubber plug from Jodi's mouth, and dropped it on the
Then, Eleanor stood, sauntered to an easy chair near the window,
sat, and crossed her booted legs.
Jodi stared at her kidnapper, lover, and Mistress for several
seconds... then stood and stretched. Wonder of wonders,
Jodi was finally, gloriously, rope free. She was
still naked, of course, but so what? Also, Eleanor was
still sexy, menacing, and hot. That hadn't changed
either, however... Candy!
Jodi glanced at the closed bedroom door, then at Eleanor.
"I gave you my word, Little Nymph," Eleanor purred, as if
reading her mind. "Your sister is perfectly safe."
"She's terrified," Jodi said, almost in a whisper.
Eleanor's smile continued. "Do you really want to spoil
this experience for Candy? Do you really feel you need to
rush back down to the dungeon and rescue her?"
Jodi stared daggers at her Mistress. Eleanor's gloating
attitude was infuriating. "Yes!" Jodi barked... then
heaved a sad, confused sigh. "No."
"My Little Nymph," Eleanor chuckled, then spun her right index
finger in the air. "Pirouette for Mistress, would you
Jodi favored her kidnapper with a disapproving pout, heaved
another sigh, and slowly shuffled in a full circle.
"None the worse for wear, it would appear," Eleanor
purred. "Your rope marks should fade quickly. I really
am an expert with rope, don't you agree?"
Jodi's answer was to cross her arms under her breasts and
continue to pout. "When are you gonna let us go?" she
Still smiling, Eleanor beckoned Jodi to her side. "Come,
Little Nymph." Jodi padded forward and Eleanor pointed to
the carpet next to the chair. "Sit." Again, Jodi
complied, settling onto her butt with her legs folded to one
side. "Hands on top of your head," Eleanor purred, and
again, Jodi did as she was told.
Jodi had no idea why she was being so submissive. The
obvious Top/Bottom dynamic aside, why didn't she want to
rebel? She wasn't scared, not really. Nor was she
concerned that Mistress Eleanor would retaliate for any
hypothetical resistance on her part by doing something nasty to
Candy. It just seemed like the right thing to do as
From the comfort of her chair, Eleanor gazed at Jodi for several
long seconds. "Adorable," she said finally. "Libby
tells me you're having difficulty finding full-time employment."
"I have prospects," Jodi muttered.
Eleanor's smile continued. "Have you ever considered
"You mean... as a maid?"
"The Victorians had an arrangement," Eleanor explained,
"sometimes referred to as a 'Lady's Companion.' A
well-to-do woman might hire someone of comparable social rank to
act as her secretary, but usually it was more for company than
to handle her affairs. Often, it was a favor to a friend
without prospects; however, a companion was not a
maid. Think of the companion as the modern evolution of
Jodi nodded. "I see." Her eyes widened. "Oh, I
"Adorable," Eleanor chuckled. "You may lower your arms,
Jodi did so, her eyes locked with her Mistress. "Uh... are
you offering me a job as your... companion?"
"Yes," Eleanor answered.
Was it Jodi's imagination, or was Eleanor blushing? Was
the Dread Dominatrix Mistress Eleanor actually nervous? In
any case, at the moment, she couldn't possibly be more
nervous than Jodi herself. "Really?" It came out as
something of a squeak, and she could tell her cheeks were
definitely blushing. Also, once again her heart was
"I have a guest bedroom I think you might like," Eleanor
continued, "and I can offer room and board, the use of one of my
cars, full medical and dental coverage, and a monthly stipend."
"Wow," Jodi said quietly. "Lady's companion."
"I don't need your answer right this second," Eleanor
said. "Why don't you take a shower, then we can talk some
"Yes," Jodi interrupted.
Eleanor blinked in surprise. "What did you say?"
"Yes," Jodi reiterated, then surged to fer feet, plopped herself
onto Eleanor's lap, and pulled her into a deep, wet kiss.
The kiss was returned, with both the naked Jodi and her
dominatrix-costumed Mistress hugging each other with fierce
enthusiasm. Their lips smacked and tongues probed, and the
kiss continued for all of eternity, meaning nearly a full
minute. Finally, Eleanor came up for air. "Did
Mistress tell you you could move, Little Nymph?" she
demanded. Her smile effectively defused the rebuke.
"Just being companiony," Jodi purred.
"There's no such word as 'companiony,' Little Nymph," Eleanor
chuckled. She planted a quick kiss on Jodi's smiling lips,
then nodded at the bathroom door. "Shower," she
ordered. "You need it."
"Yes, Mistress," Jodi chuckled, then climbed to her feet and
padded to the bathroom—but skidded to a halt with her hand on
the doorknob. She turned to face Eleanor. She was not
Eleanor's smile faded. "What is it, Little Nymph?"
"Candy," Jodi said. "I can't leave her alone in that
apartment. And she'll have to quit her singing career, if
you can call it that. And if I can't find a
Eleanor's smile returned. "I have more than one guest
bedroom, Little Nymph, and this place could use a maid."
Jodi's smile returned. "A singing maid?"
Eleanor shrugged. "What a maid does in her off duty hours
is her own business."
Still smiling, Jodi turned the doorknob. "She might take
Eleanor's smile widened. "I have my ways."
and tugged on her bonds now and then. It was more an
effort to find some degree of relief from the bent-over position
than to escape. Her leather bonds remained more or less
comfortable, but the "shrimp-tie" Mistress Eleanor had imposed
on her naked body was starting to get old. Granted, there
was slack in the leash linking her ankle cuffs to her collar,
she had some wiggle room, but her lower back was
starting to complain.
Candy gazed at naked, sweaty, post-flogging Libby, standing
stoically in her strappado bondage... not that Libby had
much choice... meaning any choice. And not that
there was anything else in the chamber as interesting (or
erotic) for Candy as the sight of poor Libby. The rosy
blush the caress of Mistress Eleanor's flogger had imparted on
Libby's helpless form had started to fade. Her rump, back,
and thighs now looked like they had somehow acquired a selective
sunburn. There were no weals, stripes, of bruises—not that
Mistress Eleanor's Evil Accomplice didn't deserve them, of
course. Libby was in cahoots with Eleanor. Candy had
to keep that in mind.
The monotonous drip... drip... drip... coming from the winch's
supposed release mechanism continued. Every now and then a
set of gears would grind and the cylinder running in the
vertical tracks would rise a fraction of an inch.
Presumably, if Mistress had been telling the truth, progress was
being made towards Libby's eventual release.
More time passed.
Candy continued gazing at Libby's smooth, glistening, athletic
form. Even stretched as she was, Libby was
beautiful. The lack of tan lines remained a mystery, and
Candy liked her fellow prisoner's and kidnapper's allover
tan. I wish I could tan like that, Candy
thought. Candy's complexion was decidedly fair. She
wasn't freakishly pale, by any means, and she could tan, just a
little, but usually, by the time she figured out it was time to
find some shade, she was already as red as a lobster.
Jodi's complexion was similar, although she could take more sun
and develop an actual tan, if she was careful.
Suddenly, finally, a metallic ping sounded from the
winch, the pawl released, the drum turned, and a couple of
inches of cable played out. With effort, Libby coaxed more
cable from the drum and lowered her arms. Eventually, she
was able to stand upright, and Libby made it manifestly obvious
that the change of posture was a very good thing.
Even though Libby's hands were still behind her back, the slack
in the winch cable and six inches of additional slack allowed by
the chain separating the wrist cuffs made it possible for her to
start releasing the cuffs' buckles. Candy realized this
was a deliberate "flaw" in her bondage, and it made sense.
Why have an elaborate release mechanism built into the winch if
the victim couldn't free herself? Anyway, Libby succeeded
in freeing her wrists, leaned down and unbuckled her
ankle-cuffs, then stood upright and unbuckled and removed her
Totally free, Libby pulled back her hair, letting it slide
through her fingers, then arched her back, raised her arms, and
executed a full-body stretch, spreading her fingers and reaching
for the ceiling.
The obviously very satisfying stretch over, Libby rolled
her shoulders and twisted at the waist a few times, then turned
and smiled at Candy.
Candy watched as Libby padded forward, placed her hands on her
hips, and continued smiling down at her. Helpless, bound,
and gagged, Candy gazed up at her... rescuer? She could
only hope. Candy noticed the clover-clamps were still
squeezing Libby's nipples!
"Well, I hope you enjoyed the show," Libby purred, a coy smile
curling her lips. She realized Candy was staring at the
nipple clamps. Still smiling, she reached down and
released the right clamp... then the left.
Candy winced in sympathy, even though there had been no change
in Libby's smiling demeanor. Talk about stoic,
Candy mused. That had to hurt.
Libby knelt and released the hitch securing Candy's leash to her
ankle hobble, slipped the loop in the end of the leash over her
right wrist, and helped Candy to her feet. "I think we've
both had enough of this particular chamber," she chuckled as she
used her fingers to comb Candy's hair from her gagged-face.
Candy gazed up at Libby.
Libby gazed down at Candy.
"Well," Libby said, finally. "I suppose I should take you
upstairs. I know you have a lot of questions, and I have
at least some of the answers." She leaned close and kissed
Candy's response was to continue her rather dazed, gagged
stare. Her eyes remained locked with Libby's.
Libby grinned, spun on her heels, and headed for the door.
"C'mon, little one," she purred. Candy had no choice but
to mince in her wake. "We both need a shower."
As far as Candy was concerned, truer words were never spoken,
and if felt very good to no longer be bound in the
permanent crouch of the shrimp-tie and to finally be
moving. She stared at Libby's dimpled rear and long,
well-toned legs as she paused to open the chamber door. As
Mistress Eleanor had promised, it was unlocked.