by Van ©2015
| Chapter 1
finished primping in front of the mirror and turned to gaze at
her bedroom. Her bed was neatly made, the drapes were
pulled back from the bay windows, and everything was in its
proper place. She strolled to the window seat and gazed
down at the back garden. The elaborate flowerbeds were in
full bloom and the usual songbirds were flitting to and from
hanging feeders and the nearby branches of various trees.
Just then there was a knock at the door, Sharon turned—and her
breath caught in her throat.
Dorothy was standing in the bedroom doorway, smiling her usual
adorable, pixie smile. The youngster was dressed in
high-heeled sandals, stockings, a garter belt, frilly,
French-cut panties, and a Merry Widow-style bustier that pushed
up her perky breasts. Everything was in dazzling white, in
stark and delightful contrast to Dorothy's smooth, well-toned,
dark brown skin. Her raven-black hair was pulled back,
piled atop her head, and elegantly pinned in place.
"Channeling our inner Bourbon Street harlot?" Sharon
purred. It wasn't an admonishment, of course. She
Dorothy giggled and turned in a graceful pirouette. "This
old thing? Just something I threw on." She stepped
forward and gazed at Sharon, smiling her usual open, friendly
smile. "Very pretty, Mistress," the youngster
sighed. "That's a new blouse, isn't it?"
Sharon was wearing a pair of comfortable heels, pantyhose,
compatible skirt and jacket, and a silk blouse, and the blouse was
new. Everything was in muted olive and rust-brown hues
that complemented her auburn hair. These days, gray was
Sharon's natural hair color, but when she was Dorothy's
20-something, about forty years in the past, her locks had been
a rich, russet brown, bordering on red. Now, she had it
colored, to match the shade of her youth. Maybe in the
future she'd switch to silver-gray, but that time hadn't yet
"Yes," Sharon confirmed. "It's a new blouse."
Her eyes twinkling, Dorothy indicated her frilly ensemble with a
graceful gesture. "This is a costume, Mistress. Miss
Andrea is also in costume, and we've prepared a little
melodrama for your entertainment down in the solarium."
"I have an appointment, Hobbit," Sharon chuckled. "You
"Hobbit" was a nickname shared by Dorothy and
Andrea. They were both tiny little things. Dorothy
was 5' 1", whereas Andrea was exactly five feet in height.
The Hobbits were also a couple, and their other nickname was
Salt & Pepper, the blond Andrea being "Salt" and the
African-American Dorothy "Pepper."
Dorothy sauntered forward, swinging her lace-clad hips, and
smiled up at Sharon. "It's more than an hour until the
time you told us you'd be leaving. Come down to the parlor
and enjoy a cup of tea. Everything's ready."
Sharon leaned down and planted a warm kiss on Dorothy's smiling
lips. "I could use a cup of tea." Dorothy took her
hand and led her from the bedroom, down the second floor hallway
to the grand staircase, down to the first floor, past the parlor
and dining room, and into the solarium.
The greenhouse-attachment to the Victorian mansion that was
Sharon's home was flooded with light. The air was very
warm and humid, just the way the many resident ferns,
bromeliads, orchids, and other plants liked it. The color
scheme was white with pastel green accents. Support
columns shared the weight of the glass roof and acted as
attachment points for elegantly curved iron hooks that supported
hanging pots and moss baskets. The columns were painted in
a pale green, faux marble pattern, to match the decor.
Andrea was waiting between two of the columns. Her arms
and legs were outstretched in a standing spread-eagle and her
blond locks neatly arranged atop her head, in the same manner as
Dorothy's. Something white and frilly was stuffed in her
mouth and a baby-blue scarf was tied in a tight, cheek-bulging
cleave-gag. Otherwise, she was completely naked.
"Mrrrrrrf!" The tiny blonde tugged on her wrist bonds and
her blue eyes begging for rescue from the Mistress of Tauton
Sharon smiled as she drank in the intoxicating sight of Andrea's
nude, glowing, helpless body. Hobbit #2's wrists were
secured in leather and stainless steel suspension cuffs.
Similar cuffs secured her ankles. Taut and light but very
strong stainless steel chains with nested links traveled from
each wrist and ankle cuff to decorative but highly functional
iron rings set near the tops and bottoms of the two columns.
"You decided to give Chloe's latest creations a test drive on
your day off," Sharon purred.
"Exactly," Dorothy confirmed. The creations in question
were the steel wrist and ankle cuffs. Both were padded
with black leather, and in the case of the wrist cuffs,
carefully designed to distribute the wearer's weight between her
hands, wrists, and lower forearms. "Andrea volunteered to
"Nrrr! Nrrr! Nrrrrr!" Andrea frantically shook
her gagged head in denial, but Sharon knew it was all a game.
Sharon turned and walked to the white-painted, iron cafe table
and chairs in the center of the room. A silver tray with a
complete tea service was waiting on the table. She settled
into the chair that had the best view of the naked, bound, and
gagged Andrea, lifted the cozy-covered teapot, and poured
herself a cup.
Meanwhile, Dorothy had taken a leather flogger from a hook on
the side of an iron stand holding a potted fern. She
slipped its restraining strap over her right wrist, took a firm
grip on the braided handle, and gave the twenty or so long,
trailing thongs a tentative swing and shake. The tails
rattled and swayed as they came together. Smiling sweetly,
she took position behind Andrea's spreadeagled, bound, and
"NRRRRR!" Her eyes frantic, Andrea tugged on her
What a little ham, Sharon thought as she watched the
petite blonde exercise her thespian skills. Andrea's
display of panic and dread was quite convincing, but Sharon was
in no way fooled. However, as she watched Andrea's
well-toned muscles fight their hopeless battle against the
exquisitely well-crafted restraints, her blue eyes beg for
mercy, and her breasts bob and shake as she struggled, Sharon was
"Just Jaeckin's 1975 Histoire d'O," Sharon said as she
added milk and sugar to her tea. Clearly, the Hobbits had
decided to reenact a scene from Corinne Clery's most famous film
"Exactly, Mistress," Dorothy giggled, executing a graceful
curtsey. Andre continued struggling and mewling.
"However," Sharon continued, after a careful sip of tea, "to be
true to the scene, you should be wielding a cane, not a
Dorothy shrugged. "Poetic license, Mistress." She
let the flogger dangle by its wrist strap, stepped forward, then
embraced Andrea from behind, reached around her helpless, tan
body, and squeezed her heaving breasts with her dark
hands. "Besides, I don't want to mark all this pretty pink
skin," Dorothy purred. "We might be getting a new
housemate, and stripes and weals covering poor Andrea from boobs
to calves might be difficult to explain." She continued
squeezing Andrea's breasts, and the helpless little blonde
shivered in response.
"How very sensible," Sharon chuckled, then sipped her tea,
again. "Now... I believe my line is: 'Faster and
harder. I want to hear her scream.'
"Exactement, m'Maîtresse," Dorothy giggled. "Your
cue will be when I pause after number six."
"Nrrr!" Andrea continued squirming, struggling, and
begging with her frantic blue eyes.
Dorothy released Andrea's breasts and took a step back.
Her smile turned deliciously evil, there was a pause... and she
"Mrrrf!" The target had been Andrea's left buttock.
Her blue eyes had popped wide in reaction and she'd gone rigid
in her bonds.
"Mrrrf!" This time it had been the tiny blonde's right
Four more blows landed with Dorothy alternating from cheek to
Sharon took a sip of tea between the fifth and sixth
blows. Dorothy was doing a good job of laying on the
flogger, and Andrea's reactions were, indeed,
entertaining. And then, it was time.
"Faster and harder," Dorothy purred. "I want to hear her scream."
|The League of
shop was nothing special, but Sharon had always liked the
place. She was seated at her favorite table when a very
attractive redhead entered from the street. She was in her
thirties, with a lithe, athletic body, and was tastefully
dressed in a turtleneck sweater-blouse, corduroy jacket, and
wool skirt. Sharon recognized her from the photo Jillian
Foxwood had e-mailed. She stood, smiled, and waved for the
newcomer to join her.
The redhead smiled as she approached, and it was a very pretty
smile. She presented her hand and they shook.
"Sharon Tauton, I presume?"
"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Carriger," Sharon responded, then
indicated the table with a sweeping gesture and they sat.
"Please, call me Hayden."
"Hayden," Sharon purred. "Such a pretty name, and it suits
"Thank you." The waitress had already delivered two menus,
so Hayden picked hers up and began to read. "Uh, this is
an unusual situation," she noted.
Sharon smiled. "How so?"
"Well... I take a position at the library, move into town
and need a place to live, but instead of checking the listings
for available apartments, a prospective landlord contacts me."
"I see your point," Sharon chuckled. "The advantage of
having a mutual friend."
The waitress arrived and took their orders.
"If I might ask, how long have you known Jillian?" Hayden
"Oh, quite a while," Sharon chuckled. "I've been visiting
Foxwood for a very long time." The Foxwood B&B was a
hotel and spa that specialized in medieval and fantasy
role-playing, and the Lady of the Keep, Jillian Foxwood,
insisted that her guests dress in period costumes and "leave the
21st century at home."
"You enjoy role-playing?" Hayden gushed—then a delicate blush
colored her lightly freckled cheeks. "Sorry.
Sorry. Don't mean to be pushy. It's just that I really
"I understand completely," Sharon said with a warm smile.
"I quite enjoy swanning about Foxwood Keep as 'Lady
Tauton.' I have two different gowns, and I'm thinking of
having a third made for this year's yule festival."
Hayden had recovered from her embarrassment and was deciding she
liked Sharon Tauton. "I only have one outfit, a sky blue
kirtle with a lace front. Jillian calls me her 'Princess
Merida,' but I'm afraid my archery skills are sadly
lacking. Besides, with her ginger curls, Jillian's niece,
'Princess Alice,' is a much better Merida. She
shoots like Robin Hood."
"I quite agree," Sharon chuckled. "Now, before we discuss
sordid details like rent, there are a few things you need to
know about Tauton House. I have three other tenants, all
female, and it's more a group home than a boarding house.
We share the housekeeping chores and meal preparation and are
something of an extended family. I'm sure you'll fit right
in... but there's one other thing."
Just then the waitress arrived with their lunch, a chicken salad
sandwich for Sharon and a tuna melt for Hayden.
Finally, after they'd both sampled their sandwiches, Sharon
continued. "This is a delicate subject, so please bear
Hayden was very curious. "By all means."
"Jillian tells me you were very interested in the Stone
Tower," Sharon said, "and insisted on a full tour."
Hayden's blush returned, and this time there was nothing
delicate about it.
The hodgepodge of towers and buildings collectively called
"Foxwood Keep" was a mix of stone and timber construction, but
the "Stone Tower" lived up to its name. It was made almost
entirely of stone, and housed at least three stories of rooms,
all with heavy wooden doors bound with decorative iron
bands. Hayden had visited Foxwood three times, and each
time, as far as she could tell, the Stone Tower had been
completely unoccupied. But... she'd heard the
rumors. Supposedly, according to certain of the other
guests, the Stone Tower was a collection of prison cells,
and the foundations comprised Lady Jillian's dungeons!
"I was curious about the, uh, architecture," Hayden explained,
her eyes carefully focused on her plate.
"Of course, my dear," Sharon chuckled, giving Hayden's right
hand a friendly pat. "I've also had the tour. Did
she show you the oubliette?"
Hayden's eyes popped wide. "Oubliette? Jillian has
Sharon nodded. "She does indeed. Very scary."
Hayden nodded and returned to her sandwich. All Jillian
had shown her was some of the upper level rooms (meaning the
upper level cells). The windows were barred and
the furniture much more rustic than the other guest rooms, but,
they were hardly medieval hellholes. Jillian had
explained that, on occasion, certain guests enjoyed what she
called "Romantic Melodramas," role-playing scenarios like that
of a kidnapped princess being rescued by her
knight-in-shining-armor, Maid Marion escaping from the castle of
an evil baron with the help of Robin Hood, etc. It had all
sounded very... intriguing. Anyway, Jillian had said
nothing about an oubliette... which Hayden found mildly
Sharon smiled. "I mention this because some of my girls—I
call my tenants 'my girls'—are into that sort of thing."
Hayden's reaction was something of a deer-in-the-headlights
stare, a blushing deer-in-the-headlights stare.
"No, dear," Sharon chuckled. "I mean they like to play
with ropes and pretend to be prisoners. Not all the time,
of course. Just now and then. I thought I should
Hayden wasn't sure how to respond, so she took a careful bite of
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea," Sharon said with a
reassuring smile. "I just don't want you to be shocked if
you happen to catch a glimpse of one of them pretending to be
Nancy Drew." Her smile widened. "Don't look so
worried, dear. They won't make you play with them."
"No, I, uh, d-didn't think they would," Hayden said. She
had to admit, however, that like Foxwood's Stone Tower, such
shenanigans were intriguing—as long as no one got carried away.
"I hope I haven't scared you off," Sharon said with a sincere
"No, I... not at all."
"Good girl," Sharon chuckled. "Now, let's talk rent.
I'm sure you'll find my rates to be very
reasonable. If so, we can decide on a good time for me to
show you my home."
|The League of
Dorothy was not
a happy camper. She was naked, seated on the rug at the
foot of Andrea's bed, and bound in a semi-lotus with her ankles
crossed and her arms folded behind her back. It was the
"sadistic" version of the shrimp-tie: a combination
reverse-prayer box-tie and cross-legged frog-tie, with ropes
linking the upper chest harness and ankles to enforce a
stringent, involuntary, and never-ending crunch.
Andrea had done the dirty deed, of course, and she'd included a
hair-tie linked to Dorothy's wrist bonds. It pulled the
captive's head back and lifted her chin. She could barely
squirm, other than to wave her fingers and wiggle her toes—and
now Andrea was using coils of thin cord to do something about that.
No, Dorothy was not happy. She would have complained, of
course, and screamed for help, but once Andrea had
rendered her unable to resist, the vengeful little blonde had
stuffed the same saliva-soaked, previously worn, but not yet
laundered panties Dorothy had stuffed in Andrea's mouth
for the Histoire d'O tableau down in the solarium into Dorothy's
mouth, then used an entire roll of white Vet-wrap to keep them
there. The dark-skinned captive fought a hopeless,
finger-wiggling battle as cord tightened around her flailing
digits. The flailing trailed off to wiggling as more and
more loops of cord tightened, then subsided to nearly nothing as
the final knots were tied.
As Andrea shifted position to begin binding her victim's
(lover's) toes, the bedroom door opened and Chloe Brandt
entered. Clearly, the thirty-something blonde was as
unhappy as Dorothy, but not in the same way and certainly
not for the same reasons. Dressed in her usual work
clothes of steel-toed boots, well-worn jeans, white cotton
tank-top, and leather jacket, she crossed her arms across her
chest and glared at the smiling Andrea.
"You've been playing with my toys without permission," Chloe
"Your new suspension cuffs?" Andrea inquired with an innocent
smile, batting her big blue eyes. "Actually, that was
Dorothy. She cleaned them afterwards, and if you'd
bothered to look at your bed before storming in here, you'd have
found a nice 'thank you' note propped up on your pillow."
"Oh... In that case," Chloe huffed, "never mind."
She watched as Andrea tied the toes of Dorothy's left foot
together in a neat row, ending with the big toe, then passed the
remaining cord through the tiny gold ring piercing Dorothy's
left nipple. She pulled out the slack until both the
nipple and breast were stretched—just a tad—then tied a final
"You're a sadistic little bitch-monster," Chloe opined.
"She flogged me," Andrea huffed.
Chloe gazed at Andrea's back. The blond pixie was wearing
shorts and a tank-top, so Chloe couldn't see more than a few
square inches of her shoulders and upper back, but her smooth,
tan skin didn't appear to be any the worse for wear. "She
"She flogged me," Andrea confirmed as she finished tying the
floggers right toes to her right nipple-ring. "You'll
notice she's not even trying to deny it."
Dorothy locked eyes with Chloe and may have tried to
heave a sad, pathetic sigh, but she was so thoroughly tied up it
was difficult to be sure.
Suppressing a smile (but not very well), Chloe sat on the padded
bench in front of Andrea's dressing table and mirror to watch
the show. "Oh, in that case, never mind." A long,
thin, black electrical cord ending in a male USB plug trailed
from under Dorothy's body. "You're using the pill?"
"Obvi," Andrea giggled. She stood, retrieved her laptop
from the writing desk near the bedroom window, then sat back
down next to her victim (lover) and plugged the cord into one of
the laptop's ports.
The pill in question was a multi-speed vibrator the shape of a
cylinder rounded at each end, about an inch-and-a-half in
diameter and three inches in length. From the bench, Chloe
could see that Dorothy's bonds probably included a crotch-rope
of some kind, but she couldn't make out any details. Given
the complexity of the dusky little beauty's other bonds, Chloe's
bet was that Andrea had tied something tight, elaborate, and
intrusive to keep the pill lodged in Dorothy's pussy.
Just then, Sharon strolled into the bedroom. She smiled as
she took in the scene. "Let me guess," she purred,
crossing her arms under her breasts. She'd removed her
jacket, but was in the same pumps, skirt, and blouse she'd worn
to meet her prospective new tenant for lunch. "One last
splurge before the new rules come into effect."
"I suppose that depends on your news," Chloe chuckled, then
nodded towards the Hobbits. "Actually, I'm just a
spectator, like you."
"I'm torturing Dorothy for flogging me," Andrea said as she
tapped the keys and used the laptop's glide-pad to navigate
through various menus, "and as one last splurge before
the new rules come into effect."
Dorothy's response was a heartbreaking gagged gaze that
perfectly captured her helpless despair and profound
misery. Like her fellow Hobbit, Dorothy was also an
Her lips pursed in an amused smirk, Sharon heaved a tolerant
sigh. "The news is good. Ms. Carriger will be
inspecting Tauton House tomorrow. You two should be at
Sharon was referring to Chloe and Dorothy. Today had been
Dorothy's day off, but they both worked at Archer Metals, a
metalworking and fabrication business on the edge of town.
Andrea was a writer and worked at home.
"And as for you," Sharon purred, focusing on Andrea, "I expect
you to be on your best behavior and hard at work on your second
"Yes, Mistress," Andrea said with a bright smile. "When,
uh, what's her name... Hayden?" Sharon nodded. "When
Hayden arrives, I'll be putting my laptop to good use..."
She smiled at Dorothy. "Just like now." She tapped a
final key. There was a brief pause, and then—
Dorothy's eyes popped wide, she mewled through her gag, and went
rigid in her bonds. Obviously, the pill vibrator had
powered up. Except for her eyes and the gagged complaint,
Dorothy's other reactions had been decidedly subdued. That
was thanks to her stringent bondage, of course.
Andrea had a highly effective control program for her little
toy, and both Dorothy and Chloe had experienced prolonged
frustration torture and crashing orgasms while bound, gagged,
and at the mercy of Andrea, the pill, and its controlling
software. Andrea wouldn't say where she got the
program. It hadn't come with the pill. She had a
hacker acquaintance who knew somebody who knew somebody who had
access to the code. The program had a password lock, but
Dorothy and Chloe had devised a straightforward but fun and
effective way to crack the code.
That is, they captured the owner of the laptop, stripped her
naked, tied her to her bed, and tickled her feet, armpits, and
ribs until she divulged the password. They then used the
pill and program to enact unspeakable and prolonged revenge upon
the helpless little blonde, but that was to be expected.
It was also why Andrea had held out as long as she could,
screaming and giggling through her gag as the conspirators took
turns tickling her body while the other toyed with her
"Assuming all goes well and Hayden decides to move in," Sharon
said, "you know what that means: no more bondage games until
further notice. We don't want to scare her away."
"A nookie famine," Andrea sighed. "Woe is me."
"Yeah," Chloe agreed, then smiled at Sharon. "But you're
right. We don't want to scare her away."
Dorothy may have had an opinion, but she was too busy suffering
the erotic tortures of the damned to make it known.
Actually, she was enjoying the hell out of Andrea's revenge and
was looking forward to the next round of their very personal
bondage competition, after Sharon had completed the
indoctrination of their new housemate, of course.
Sharon smiled at Andrea. "If the 'famine,' as you put it,
Hobbit, gets to be too much for you, ask nicely and I'll let you
spend a night in The Box. Hayden won't suspect a thing."
The Box in question was a very sturdy wooden box usually kept in
the very back of Sharon's walk-in closet, in a tiny, curtained
alcove behind the rack reserved for Sharon's off-season
clothes. It had the dimensions of a small footlocker or
trunk and incorporated a compact Sybian, a padded half-cylinder
with a vibrating phallus. A naked, bound, and gagged
damsel could be "forced" to straddle the Sybian, she'd be eased
down onto the phallus, straps would be deployed and buckled
tight, the front of the well-padded box closed and padlocked,
and the damsel would find herself encased, barely able to
squirm, and with her head protruding from the posture-collar
built into the top.
The Box had started out with a power cord and a simple on/off
switch for the vibrator, but with her girls' help, Sharon had
upgraded it into the 21st century. The Sybian now had a
Bluetooth-compatible, programmable control unit, and ran the
same frustration program that was currently titillating
Dorothy's pussy. The Box was on wheels, of course, so the
encased damsel could be placed in the middle of Sharon's bedroom
where the Mistress of Tauton House could enjoy the show from her
bed... until she decided it was time for sleep and turned out
the lights. Or, the unfortunate damsel could be placed in
storage in the back of the closet, out of sight but not out of
There were other options, like vibrating nipple-clips, a
vibrating anal-plug, and an isolation helmet with headphones
that could broadcast white noise, music, an audio book—Sharon
owned all the erotic classics on DVD—or it could be set
in noise-cancelling mode to deaden all outside noise.
Andrea swallowed, a little nervously. "Uh, that's okay,
Mistress. You're right, of course. We don't want to
scare her away."
|The League of
decided to read a little before bed. She was dressed in
her usual long, gauze-thin, rather old fashioned night gown and
reclined on her back with her head and shoulders supported by
pillows piled against her headboard. A pair of reading
glasses were perched on her nose and her copy of The Three
Body Problem by Cixin Liu was open on her lap.
There was a quiet knock at the bedroom door. "Come,"
Sharon called. She tucked her bookmark between the pages
and placed the book on the nightstand, then removed her glasses,
carefully folded the earpieces, and placed the glasses atop the
book. By that time the door was open and Chloe was
standing in the threshold. The smiling blonde was dressed
in a long, sheer robe and, by all appearances, nothing else.
"I've carried out your orders, Mistress," Chloe said.
"Any problems?" Sharon purred.
"The usual kicking and screaming as I zipped them into their
sleep-sacks and padlocked the zippers." Chloe
shrugged. "Nothing I couldn't handle."
"Odd," Sharon chuckled, "I didn't hear any screaming."
"You must have been in the bathroom," Chloe suggested. "It
didn't take me very long to get their mouths taped." It
was a joke, of course. The Hobbits were, indeed, naked and
zipped into spandex sleep-sacks with wide strips of Elastoplast
tape sealing their pouting mouths, but they'd surrendered with
good grace and fully cooperated with their "captor."
"Each in her own bed?" Sharon inquired.
"As per your cruel instructions, Mistress," Chloe
"I don't want Andrea to be half asleep when she meets Hayden,"
Sharon explained, "and Dorothy needs to be at her best at work
tomorrow. After what they each put the other through
today, even zipped in their sleep-sacks they'd spend half the
night trying to snuggle together if they shared the same bed."
"No worries," Chloe chuckled. "Not only are they each in
their own beds, but I used the body-harnesses and bungee-cord
straps to make sure they stay that way." The harnesses in
question buckled around the sleep-sack from the wearer's ankles
to her neck and several places in between, and the bungee-straps
linked D-rings in the sides of the harnesses to eye-bolts in the
undersides of the bed frames. The girls would have plenty
of elastic wiggle-room, but they would not be leaving
their beds. Chloe sketched a rough curtsey.
"Goodnight, Mistress," she purred.
"Wait!" Sharon called as the door started to close. "Get
yourself back in here, young lady."
Chloe smiled as she entered the bedroom and closed the door
behind her. She watched as Sharon slid from between the
covers, pulled a roll of black spandex from under the bed, and
unrolled it on the rumpled sheets. It was another
sleep-sack, of course, one of Sharon's special
sleep-sacks she'd had custom manufactured. It was a
body-shaped sandwich, with outer and inner layers of satiny
spandex, but in between was a layer of open-weave, elastic
fabric, something like a rubberized net. This particular
sack was a size "M" and was designed to be skintight. With
effort, it could be made to fit Chloe's lithe, 5' 5" form—they
both knew that from experience—but the smiling blonde probably
would have preferred a size "L."
"Did you really think I'd send you out to secure the Hobbits so
they could get a good night's sleep," Sharon purred, "then leave
you free so you could wait 'til I go to sleep, sneak back into
their rooms, and have your way with them?"
"Mistress!" Chloe gasped. "You wound me."
"Strip," Sharon ordered, still smiling. They both knew it
was simply another act in the evening's melodrama. If
Sharon orderd Chloe not to play with Salt & Pepper, she
wouldn't play with Salt & Pepper. That didn't mean
they couldn't pretend that precautions were necessary.
Chloe opened her robe and removed it, confirming that she was,
indeed, naked underneath. She then neatly draped the robe
over a straight chair, strolled to the bed, eased down onto the
mattress and atop the unrolled sleep-sack, then cooperated with
Sharon, just as the Hobbits had cooperated with her only minutes
The sleep-sack had both sleeves and stockings sewn into its
interior. That is, there were tight-fitting channels for
each of Chloe's arms, from her fingertips to just below her
armpits, and for each leg, from her toes to her
mid-thighs. It took some wiggling and tugging, with
Sharon's help, but eventually Chloe was on her back on Sharon's
bed with her arms at her sides and her legs together, and
tightly encased by the sleep-sack, and it got even tighter as
Sharon secured the Velcro of the sleep-sack's collar, then
closed the heavy-duty zippers.
Actually, it was one zipper with two closures traveling
in the same track, one from the knees up and the other from the
neck down. When the fobs met, more or less over Chloe's
navel, they could be locked together and to a pair of
tiny D-rings sewn into the zipper's seam with a tiny but strong
heart-shaped padlock. That was what Chloe had done to the
Hobbits, sealing them into their skintight, size XS
cocoons. However, there was an alternate arrangement
Sharon had designed herself and insisted be incorporated in her
sleep-sacks that involved the zippers, and Sharon used it now.
There were four "extra" tiny D-rings sewn into the sleep-sack,
one pair about five inches below Chloe's crotch and the other
about three inches above. Sharon deployed two
padlocks, securing the zipper but leaving an eight inch gap
directly over Chloe's pussy.
"Why did you do that, Mistress?" Chloe asked in a quiet,
quavering voice. She also bit her lower lip and batted her
eyes. It was adorable, and they both knew it was an act.
"Hush," Sharon ordered with a chuckle, then climbed back onto
the bed and snuggled against Chloe's spandex-encased side.
"Are you going to tape my mouth, Mistress?" Chloe asked, batting
her eyes once again.
"No, you scamp," Sharon purred, "I'm not going to tape
"Why, Mistress?" Chloe gasped. She was really
hamming it up.
"So I can do this," Sharon said, and kissed Chloe's
lips. The kiss was returned, and tongues were
involved. The kiss went on and on... and finally, Sharon
came up for air. "And in answer to your first
question. She slid her right hand through the gap in the
zipper, slid her fingers between Chloe's thighs, and began
sliding the edge of her palm against the blonde captive's labia.
Chloe shivered inside her skintight, inescapable cocoon.
"Oh, Mistress," she sighed. If she was still acting, it
was an Oscar-worthy performance.
"Hush," Sharon whispered. The kiss resumed and her caress
of Chloe's labia continued. Seconds passed... then Sharon
came up for air, again. "I'm going to help you relax, then
you'll help me relax, then we'll both get a good night's
"What about the Hobbits?" Chloe purred.
"They'll just have to think relaxing thoughts," Sharon chuckled,
and once again, the kiss resumed.
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