by Van ©2015
| Chapter 2
was magnificent. It was a typical Victorian Painted Lady,
with gables, turrets, a wraparound porch, and a widow's walk
atop part of the peaked roof. All the elements were
painted in a dozen or more complimentary colors—hence the
"Painted Lady" appellation—but in this case the palette was a
mix of earth-tones, including a shade of hunter-green so dark it
was almost black, moss-green, sage-green, rust-brown,
coyote-brown, and harvest-gold. It was surrounded by
houses of various design, all set back on their own forested
lots, but thanks to its color scheme, Tauton House blended right
into the surrounding trees much better than its neighbors.
There was a large oak in the front yard, and Hayden half
expected Robin Hood himself to drop from the branches and
welcome them with a mischievous grin and a doff of his
"It's beautiful," Hayden sighed, and she meant it.
"Thank you," Sharon said, then opened the front gate and
gestured for her prospective tenant to enter.
The front yard was surrounded by an ornate iron fence, also
typical for a Victorian, but the fence was unlike any Hayden had
seen before. There were unmistakable Celtic elements
worked into the design, iron bars interwoven in complex knot
patterns. And now that they approached the front porch,
Hayden noticed a similar motif in the ornamentation adorning the
house's facade. There were even animals, real and
fantastical, prancing along the frieze-boards or crouching like
gargoyles atop cornices. She recognized stylized dragons,
foxes, hounds, and leopards or some other form of cats, all done
in the Celtic manner, but with a light hand. They were
there, but didn't scream for attention. Until today,
Hayden hadn't thought it was possible to have an understated
Painted Lady, but here it was.
The tour of the first floor revealed a parlor, library,
solarium, dining room, and a large, modern kitchen. The
decor was for the most part Victorian, but with a mix of the
contemporary, like the large, extended sofa facing a big-screen
TV in the parlor.
Sharon led Hayden through the kitchen, out onto the back porch,
down a set of steps to the back yard, and out onto a large,
well-manicured lawn surrounded by flowerbeds and a tall, dense
hedge, providing complete privacy. Only the somewhat
distant roof peaks and chimneys of the neighboring houses were
visible. And it turned out that privacy was needed.
In the middle of the lawn, sitting cross-legged atop a colorful
beach towel, was a blonde girl in an aqua-blue bikini.
More correctly, she was in half of an aqua-blue
bikini. The top was lying next to her on the towel.
The diminutive pixie was also wearing sunglasses and she was
reading a paperback book.
Sharon cleared her throat, rather loudly. "Ahem."
The blonde looked up in surprise. "Oh, hi!" she said with
a smile, then quickly donned the bikini-top, gracefully climbed
to her feet, and scampered forward.
All of this gave Hayden a chance to admire the youngster's
athletic body, tan, smooth skin, and firm breasts, before they
disappeared into the aqua-blue cups of the top.
"Hi, I'm Andrea," the blonde said, still smiling. She
finished tying the top's strings, removed and folded her
sunglasses, then thrust them through the bikini so they dangled
between her breasts. She then offered her hand. "You
must be Hayden."
Hayden shook Andrea's tiny but strong hand. The blonde
was, indeed, quite tiny, something like five feet in height, and
Hayden couldn't begin to guess her age. In fact, seeing as
it was a school day, it was an open question as to why she
wasn't in a high school classroom, or possibly a junior
high school classroom.
"Hayden Carriger," Sharon said, "this nearly naked nymph is
Andrea Tauton, my grandniece."
"I'm just taking a break from writing and catching a few rays,"
Hayden noticed a sheen of what was probably sunscreen on
Andrea's skin, and detected the scent of cocoa butter.
"Andrea has published her first novel," Sharon said proudly,
"and is nearly finished with her second."
"That's amazing," Hayden gushed, then realized she was
blushing. "For your age, I mean, to be writer at your
Andrea's smile never wavered. "My age? What do you
Hayden's blush deepened. "I, uh, I mean, you seem so
"Stop it," Sharon huffed, addressing Andrea. "She turned
to Hayden. "Andrea only looks like she belongs in
diapers. She graduated from Lewis & Clark last year."
Hayden's smile brightened. "Oh, I went to Lewis
Andrea's smile turned a little mischievous. "We'll have to
compare notes. The campus can't have changed all that
much over the years."
Hayden realized Andrea was referring to her elderly,
thirty-something status. This was only fair, seeing as
she'd brought up the topic of age. She smiled at Andrea,
and the little blue-eyed scamp smiled back.
"What do you think of Tauton House?" Andrea asked. "Do you
think you'll stay?"
"I haven't shown her the bedrooms yet, Hobbit," Sharon
chuckled. "Go back to your reading."
"Yes, Mistress," Andrea giggled, dropping into a deep,
respectful (meaning mocking) curtsey. She then
scampered back to the towel and settled back down with her book.
"Hobbit?" Hayden said quietly as she followed Sharon back up the
steps to the porch.
"Andrea's nickname," Sharon chuckled. She turned and
shouted back into the yard. "Sunscreen!"
"Yes, Mistress," Andrea giggled, then set down her book, picked
up a plastic bottle, and began slathering lotion on her arms.
The second and third floors were a warren of rooms, both large
and small. Sharon didn't show her the other tenant's
rooms, but she did show the common bathroom. It had a
claw-foot tub, a large shower, and a pair of washbasins.
"The washer and dryer are in the basement, near the sauna,"
Hayden's smile broadened. "You have a sauna?"
"A large dry sauna," Sharon confirmed. "Now, I have a small
bedroom available on the third floor and a large bedroom in the
attic. Let me show you."
The third floor bedroom wasn't small, it was tiny, suitable as
an emergency guest room, but hardly comfortable. The attic
room, on the other hand was, indeed, large. It was also
very charming, with a complex ceiling, a window seat that looked
down on the backyard, and a queen-size, four-poster bed.
As an added bonus, it had its own half-bath with a washbasin and
commode. Hayden chose the attic bedroom. It wasn't
really a contest.
That left the issue of the other two tenants. Sharon
insisted Hayden stay for dinner, so she met Chloe and Dorothy
when they returned home from work. Hayden learned they
both worked at Archer Metals, a business on the edge of town.
Chloe, another blonde, was a sculptor and metalworker. It
was she who had fabricated Tauton House's fence. She was
about Hayden's age and (in Hayden's opinion) quite beautiful.
Dorothy was Black, short—Andrea short—and gorgeous.
She shared the nickname of Hobbit with the little blonde, and
unless Hayden's social radar was out of whack, the two Hobbits
were at the very least BFF's and more likely a couple. The
two pixies were very cute together.
Dinner was a smoked ham, scalloped potatoes, green beans, and
cornbread. Dessert was a red velvet cake!
"I hope all the meals around here aren't like this," Hayden said
as she consumed a piece of cake.
"What's the matter, dear," Sharon purred. "You don't like
Hayden blushed. "No, no, uh, I mean... this filling.
I hope all the meals aren't this filling." She realized
Sharon was teasing her and her blush faded. "It's
delicious. It's all delicious."
"She's trying to impress you," Andrea said.
"So you'll agree to stay," Dorothy added.
"You two stifle yourselves," Chloe huffed, then smiled her
dimpled smile at Hayden. "You are gonna take the
room, aren't you?"
Hayden's blush returned as she took a bite of cake. She
wasn't embarrassed, but being the center of attention was
slightly disquieting. "Uh, yes," she said to Sharon, after
swallowing, "if you'll have me."
"Of course we'll have you, dear," Sharon answered with a smile,
and Hayden's now fellow tenants cheered.
Hayden smiled (and blushed) as she finished eating her
cake. She couldn't believe her luck. Tauton House
was like something out of a fairy tale, or maybe an adventure
novel. Sharon was both maternal and fun, and as for her
now fellow tenants, she could see herself becoming good friends
with all of them. In point of fact, they already were
friends. Hayden felt happy, and warm, and welcome.
She resolved to write a thank you note to Jillian Foxwood for
recommending her to Sharon.
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soon after dinner, going back to her temporary lodgings to give
notice that she'd be checking out and to begin packing.
The bulk of her possessions were in storage, and they comprised
only a few boxes and a little furniture. Hayden's
prospective attic bedroom was fully furnished, and she liked
everything there much better than her old chest of drawers,
couple of chairs, and the cheap, full-size bed she'd bought at
Ikea. Sharon had assured her there was plenty of room to
store everything down in the basement, so none of it would be a
The owner and residents of Tauton House saw Hayden out the door
and down the porch, waving and wishing her goodnight, then the
door closed with a quiet thud.
"I like her," Andrea sighed. "She's gonna be a lot
"No question," Dorothy agreed.
"She's okay," Chloe shrugged. For the blonde, that was
high praise. Chloe was always slow to warm to newcomers
and was something of a wallflower at Sharon's infrequent
"Hayden is a dear," Sharon said, then turned to Andrea and her
smile morphed into a serious frown. "As for you, young
lady, what do you mean by flaunting your naked breasts at our
newest family member before she'd even been introduced?"
Andrea's smile faded and was replaced by an expression of
worried concern. "What? Sunbathing in the back
yard?" She turned to Dorothy and Chloe for support.
"I was sunbathing in the backyard. That's no big deal,
Dorothy and Chloe were still smiling. "Naked in front of a
stranger?" Chloe said, shaking her head.
"What a little tramp," Dorothy sighed.
"Oh... pooh!" Andrea stuck out her tongue, first at her
fellow Hobbit, than at her fellow blonde, then turned back to
Sharon, instantly contrite. "I'm sorry, Sharon," she said,
batting her eyes. "I decided to take a break from writing,
lost track of time, and—"
"The dog ate your homework?" Sharon purred.
"We don't have a dog," Chloe observed.
"We don't even have a cat," Dorothy agreed.
Sharon locked eyes with Andrea. "Strip."
Surrounded by the others in the narrow confines of the entryway,
Andrea was trapped. (Not that she'd actually try to escape
and thereby ruin the game, of course.) "I thought we
weren't supposed to be doing stuff like this until Hayden
"Hayden hasn't moved in yet, Hobbit," Sharon observed. She
was being inconsistent, arbitrary, and totally unfair. No
one cared. Not even Andrea.
Andrea decided the awesome power of her adorable, innocent pout
was her only chance. "Sharon," Andrea whined, batting her
sad, blue eyes.
Sharon's smile had returned. "What part of 'strip' has you
confused?" she purred.
Andrea heaved a sigh, then pulled her t-shirt over her head and
handed it to Dorothy—unzipped, pulled down and stepped free of
her jeans, then handed them to Chloe—and finally removed her bra
and panties. They went to Dorothy and Chloe,
respectively. She heaved a final, heartbreaking sigh, then
placed her hands atop her pouting head with her fingers
"Wait for me in my bedroom," Sharon ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," sighed, then turned and scampered away.
Sharon, Chloe, and Dorothy watched Andrea's diminutive form
depart, admiring her allover tan, strong back and legs, dimpled
buttocks, etc., etc. Finally, Andrea padded up the grand
staircase and was gone.
Sharon turned back to Chloe, smiled, and indicated Dorothy with
a graceful gesture. "Do me a favor and keep this one busy
for the evening, would you?"
Dorothy blinked in surprise and dismay. "What?
In one fluid motion, Chloe had pinned Dorothy's upper arms
behind her back with her left arm and had her right hand tightly
clamped over Dorothy's mouth. "Any particular reason?" she
"I'll be busy teaching Andrea the error of her ways," Sharon
explained. "I don't want Pepper trying to rescue Salt."
Dorothy rolled her eyes, then resumed struggling and
squirming. Sneaking into Mistress' bedroom (somehow) so
she could watch whatever Sharon had in mind for her lover was a
given, but rescuing her? That was just silly.
Andrea's clothes were now a disorderly pile on the entryway
floor, and Chloe and her prisoner watched as Sharon stooped and
picked up the jeans, t-shirt, bra, and panties. She handed
the panties to Chloe, who momentarily released her hand gag to
take custody of the silky briefs, but immediately stuffed them
into the mewling, struggling little pixie's mouth.
"Try not to damage her," Sharon purred as she planted a kiss on
Dorothy's forehead, a second kiss on Chloe's smiling lips, then
headed for the staircase.
A thrill of arousal and anticipation shivered through Chloe's
pussy as she watched their beautiful landlord and mistress climb
Oddly enough—to those unfamiliar with the games and the players
of Tauton House—Dorothy's reaction was more or less identical.
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her hands still atop her head, Andrea found herself staring
at... The Box. She'd watched Sharon wheel the diabolical
device from the back of her closet. Now she watched as
Mistress unlocked the front, which disengaged several heavy
bolts, pulled the thick, heavy front panel open, then reached
inside and pulled the Sybian several inches forward on its
telescoping steel track. Finally, she removed the front
half of the box's lid and set it aside.
Sharon turned to Andrea and smiled. "Rope or leather?"
Andrea was still pouting, of course. "You're the evil,
despicable villainess," she muttered. "It's your call."
"Leather it is, then," Sharon chuckled. She reentered the
walk-in closet, returned with a small leather duffel, and
stepped behind Andrea.
Andrea heaved a truly tragic sigh. She recognized the
duffel and knew its contents. In short order, her arms
were folded behind back and her hands and forearms tucked into
what amounted to a leather bag. Tight straps yoked her
shoulders, encircled her torso above and below her breasts, and
pinned her upper arms to her sides. A leather flap was
closed, three buckles secured, and the bag became a tight
sheath, encasing and more or less immobilizing her lower arms,
hands, and fingers. Andrea didn't even bother executing a
courtesy struggle. She knew herself to be completely
Next, Sharon eased a ball-gag into Andrea's mouth and buckled it
at the nape of her neck, under her hair. She then slipped
a Gwen Hood in place—a skintight, leather encasement with an
oval opening that left the little blonde's nose, cheeks,
pathetically sad eyes, and forehead exposed. Sharon laced
up the hood and tied a doubled bow, in the process gathering
Andrea's long blond locks and confining them in a small opening
in the back of the hood, making sure they draped down behind the
naked prisoner's back in a tousled ponytail. Finally, she
strolled around to Andrea's front, took a step back, and smiled.
Andrea tugged on her bonds. Again, it wasn't a courtesy
struggle, but she couldn't stay still under Sharon's benign but
predatory gaze. Andrea eyed the bedroom door, but she knew
it was locked. Even if she somehow managed to get it open,
she knew she'd lose a footrace with Sharon.
"Look at you," Sharon purred. "You'd like to be free...
Her breasts heaving, slightly, Andrea again tugged on her
bonds. She also shifted her bare feet. It was an
act, but only in part. Some degree of nervousness was
natural. After all, she really was naked, bound, and
gagged, and she knew what was coming. Andrea eyed the
perpendicular phallus jutting from the Sybian... then shifted
her gaze back to Sharon.
"Brazen little hussies who flaunt their naked breasts at
strangers will not be tolerated at Tauton House," Sharon
decreed. "Perhaps a night of frustration and pleasure will
teach you the error of your ways."
Andrea managed not to break into a gagged, giggling fit. A
night of frustration and pleasure? Was that a punishment
or a reward? In Tauton House, it was both. Anyway,
Andrea managed to maintain her role as Sharon's pitiful
prisoner, but it was a near thing.
"Get into the bathroom," Sharon ordered, and Andrea scampered
into the attached bath. Sharon followed, watched the bound
and gagged pixie relieve herself, then used a wet washcloth to
clean her up afterwards. They returned to the bedroom
proper... and the waiting Box... and it was time.
Sharon used a small plastic vial to anoint the Sybian's phallus
with lubricant, gazed at her helpless captive, and Andrea gazed
back. "Well," Sharon said after several seconds, "are you
going to mount your throne for the evening, or do I have to
fetch my riding crop?"
Andrea heaved a final, piteous sigh, then padded to the box,
carefully straddled the Sybian, and slowly, carefully eased
herself down onto the phallus. The latex-clad vibrator
slid into her vagina and her labia settled down onto the ridge
of vibrating latex bumps and tiny bristles at its base.
Sharon knelt at her side to ensure the insertion went safely,
then buckled cuffs around Andrea's ankles and straps across her
thighs and shins, pinning her in place in what amounted to a
With effort, Sharon slid Andrea and the Sybian back into The
Box, pausing to make sure Andrea's neck was properly positioned
in the back half of the posture collar built into the top with
her ponytail dangling free. She then slotted the front
half of the lid, which included the front half of the collar, of
course, and slid it closed. Finally, she closed and locked
the front of The Box.
Andrea was now totally encased, except for the oval opening in
the Gwen Hood. The Box's padding embraced her bound,
helpless body on all sides, adding redundant restraint, and the
posture collar cupped her chin and more or less immobilized her
head. Andrea could barely squirm.
"If you start whining and making pathetic little noises," Sharon
purred, "I'll wheel you into the closet and you'll be all
alone." She strolled to her bed, picked up an iPad mini,
and began tapping and gliding a finger across its tiny
screen. "Remember," she said with a coy smile, "you're a
naughty girl and brought this on yourself." She tapped the
screen a final time, then set the iPad back down on the night
stand and strolled towards the closet.
Andrea watched her mistress depart. The Box, and therefore
Andrea, were facing Sharon's bed, so once she passed, Andrea
could see nothing else. She knew Mistress' evening
routine. Sharon would stroll into the walk-in closet,
remove her clothing, then pad into the bath, take a shower and
make her other preparations for bed, then return to the closet,
slither into her nightgown, and pad to the bed. Precisely
how long all that would take, Andrea wasn't sure, but—"Mrrrf!"
The Sybian had come to life. That is, the phallus and the
ridge under Andrea's crotch had started vibrating! As
usual, it began abruptly with two seconds at full power.
Then, immediately, the titillating, teasing waves of erotic
power dropped to almost nothing. The pulse had been to get
Andrea's attention, and even though she knew it was coming, it
always worked, instantly reminding her that she was encased,
helpless, and totally in the power of the machine.
I wonder which program she chose? Andrea wondered as the
vibrators continued their low-level buzz. The control
software came with an extensive menu of options. Each
program was a series of vibratory sessions varying from the
simple to the exquisitely complex. All could be set to
repeat, ad infinitum, or strung together in a
pseudo-random playlist. The intervals between sessions
could also be set to randomly vary from long, long, long
minutes of low-level frustration, to brief breathers between one
orgasmic session and the next. There was also a
particularly insidious program that would extract several
orgasms, then completely shut down for very long
intervals of random duration... then pulse back to life with one
of the menu's briefer sessions... then shut down again... all
night! Andrea really hated that one. Endless
catnaps interrupted by jolting orgasms or near
orgasms. She hated it.
Finally, Sharon strolled back into view, dressed in her nearly
transparent nightgown, as expected. Andrea watched as she
slid between the sheets, settled her head and shoulders against
the pillows piled against the headboard, donned her reading
glasses, tapped a button to extinguish all the bedroom's lights
except her reading light, then began reading her book. She
ignored the Prisoner of The Box completely, but Andrea wasn't
fooled. That was part of the game. After all, Andrea
was a naughty girl being punished by her elder, not part
of an elaborate erotic floor show staged for Sharon's
The vibrator continued buzzing... on low power.
Sharon continued reading.
Andrea continued "suffering" the erotic torture that was
confinement in The Box. At least I'm not sequestered
in the back of the closet, Andrea mused. At
least I get to watch as Mistress does her best to pretend
she's not watching me.
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Dorothy were on Chloe's bed. Andrea's panties were still
stuffed in Dorothy's mouth. and Chloe had managed to stretch a
single wide strip of Elastoplast tape over the struggling dark
cutie's lips and smooth it in place before she could expel the
silky wad and complain about her treatment or scream for
help. Obviously, Chloe was very good at handling wiggling
captives. (Either that, or Dorothy was pulling her
punches, only pretending to struggle.)
The squirming, flailing contest continued as the smiling Chloe
unbuttoned Dorothy's blouse and managed to peel it off her
shoulders, strip it from her arms, and toss it away. The
petite wildcat's bra was next, then Chloe flipped her onto her
stomach, gathered her arms, folded them behind her back, and
held them together, forearm to forearm. She then began
wrapping them with white Vetwrap. Chloe made a thorough
job of it, and soon the captive's fingers, hands, and forearms
were mummified under overlapping tape bands from elbow to elbow.
Chloe flipped Dorothy onto her back and useless, tape-encased
arms, unbuttoned and unzipped the squirming beauty's jeans, and
peeled them down her hips and legs. Dorothy's panties
followed, and now the Hobbit also known as Pepper was
nude. She continued mewling through her gag and kicking
and squirming, but (strangely) was unable to prevent her
grinning captor from crossing her ankles and binding them
together with a second roll of white Vetwrap. Chloe
stretched the tape around and between Dorothy's wiggling
feet, ensuring her prisoner's ankles would remain permanently
crossed. This was to make it difficult, if not impossible,
for the Nubian Princess to hop around the bedroom and/or
kangaroo her way to freedom.
Chloe stood beside her bed and gazed down at her charge for the
evening. Mistress had ordered her to make sure Pepper
didn't try and rescue her beloved Salt, so she would. It
was a dirty, rotten job, but until Hayden was indoctrinated and
properly trained, there was no one else to do it. Her gaze
rested on the gold rings piercing Dorothy's nipples. There
were lots of ways Chloe could use those rings to tease and
torment her captive. At the very least she could tie the
rings together. She had a thin, white ribbon in her
nightstand drawer that would be perfect for the task. No,
she decided, not tonight. Only if she gets really
Dorothy glared up at her captor and tested her bonds,
simultaneously radiating anger and fear.
Fiesty-but-scared Damsel was Dorothy's forte, and she'd had a
lot of experience perfecting the character. She watched as
Chloe removed her clothes. They all took advantage of the
privacy provided by the tall hedges of Tauton House's backyard
to bask in the sun, and Chloe had a magnificent allover
tan. Dorothy hardly needed to work on her "tan," but if
she didn't sunbathe in the buff she was susceptible to
tan-lines. Anyway... Dorothy heaved a gagged
sigh. Chloe wasn't one of those blondes one could
characterize as a Beach Bunny with bronze skin, but she did have
a very healthy tan. She was also a lithe, athletic
beauty. Thanks to her vocation as a metalworker, her hands
and arms were strong, as well as bearing the inevitable minor
burn scars what went with the job. Dorothy knew Chloe was
also a truly gifted artist, respected and admired by her fellow
workers and especially by Cody Archer, their boss.
Dorothy continued squirming and tugging on her bonds as Chloe
put her clothes away and strolled back to the bed. The
captive knew her captor was being very considerate by binding
her with tape, rather than rope or one or more of her
inescapable steel creations. At Archer Metals, Chloe
worked out on the main floor, wearing heavy gloves and an apron,
but Dorothy worked in the office, handling most of the company's
daily paperwork. Ligature marks on Dorothy's wrists might
not be as visible as they'd be on, say, Andrea's, but she'd
still have to wear a long-sleeved blouse tomorrow if she got
carried away trying to free herself tonight. Her Vetwarp
bonds rendered the issue entirely moot.
Now as naked as her charge, Chloe lifted Dorothy into her arms
and carried her down the hall and into the bathroom. She
set Dorothy down on the commode and waited while the captive
emptied her bladder, then used a wet washcloth to clean her
prisoner's crotch. She then leaned Dorothy against the
wall, precariously balanced on one foot, as she used the
Dorothy watched as Chloe brushed her teeth. Obviously, she
wouldn't be able to brush her own teeth until she was released,
probably in the morning. She batted her sad, brown eyes as
Chloe carried her back into the bedroom and gently eased her
onto the bed.
Chloe turned off the lights and reclined next to her
prisoner. Dorothy watched by the light of Chloe's
nightlight as her captor opened the drawer of the bedside table
and produced a latex-clad, torpedo-style vibrator. The
tapered shaft was ribbed and studded with bumps and was a deep
purple, nearly black in the dim bedroom.
Dorothy flinched as the torpedo buzzed to life. She
struggled and tried to turn away, but Chloe put a stop to that
by embracing her from the side and easing her right leg between
Dorothy's legs. The captive's taped ankles would have made
it exceedingly difficult for her to close her legs completely,
but Chloe's strong, tan leg made it quite impossible. The
evilly grinning blonde then began sliding the blunt tip of the
vibrator against Dorothy's labia.
"Mrrrrpfh!" Dorothy continued squirming and fighting, but
could do nothing to escape the buzzing torpedo.
Chloe continued holding her close and teasing her pussy.
"Quit that, you squirmy little Hobbit," she chuckled.
Chloe quite enjoyed being the one on top, especially with Salt
or Pepper, The diminutive couple were such delectable
"Mrrrrr." Dorothy continued struggling, writhing,
wiggling... whatever. Chloe knew just where to place the
tip of the torpedo. It was... horrible? Who am I
kidding, Dorothy thought, shivering with delight. It's
wonderful. However, she did continue squirming.
"I've been thinking," Chloe said, continuing to tease Dorothy's
private parts with consummate skill. "We ought to form a
betting pool. Payoff goes to whoever correctly guesses
which one of us Mistress assigns the task of extracting the
first bound orgasm from Hayden. It'll be a secret between
you, Andrea, and myself, of course. Mistress would throw
one of her tizzy-fits if she found out. You in?"
Dorothy continued squirming. "Dorothy?"
Obviously, the helpless, dusky beauty was too distracted to
think about wagering on how Hayden would lose her Tauton House
Chloe smiled, kissed the side of Dorothy's neck, and eased back
on the vibrator. No need to rush things, and they could
discuss betting on important milestones of Hayden's initiation
in the morning, on the way to work.
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