sense of time began to drift almost immediately. Either
that, or she maintained a solid lock on all aspects of reality
for hours and hours. After it was all over, she was never
Total darkness. There was either no light, or none was
able to penetrate the glass of the chamber's cover and/or the
Total silence. That is, total silence not counting the
pathetic noises she made herself. The rubber plug
more-or-less filling her mouth rendered speech impossible and
turned all attempts into weak, feeble moans.
Total helplessness. The myriad of straps pinning her in
place allowed only feeble, squirming motions.
Supposedly, the padding supporting her naked body was the same
density and temperature as her body. She did seem to be
floating in her bonds, but couldn't decide if she was too hot or
too cold. Was the temperature in her close,
sarcophagus-like prison cycling between temperatures? Or
was it all in her mind?
Sensory Deprivation Chamber, Alicia mused. She'd
been "promised" electrical and vibratory stimulation, but so
far... nothing. However long it had been since the cover
closed, her senses had been... deprived.
With so little to keep it grounded, Alicia's mind began to
drift. She could almost sense her own body as a separate
entity, as if all this was something happening to someone else,
as if she was a disembodied spirit drifting above poor,
helpless, abandoned Alicia... watching her pathetic wiggling and
squirming movements... listening to her sad, pointless, gagged
pleas. But she knew it wasn't someone else.
She was Alicia, and—
What was that?
Something had happened between her legs. The dildo filling
her pussy had pulsed... briefly... or had it? Alicia
thought she might have imagined it. She was ready to
imagine something, anything. Maybe hallucinations
would help pass the—"Mrrrrrf!"
There was no question whatsoever that an electric shock had just
jolted both of her nipples and it was not a
hallucination! And it had hurt!
Alicia struggled for all she was worth, but the result was the
same as her former weaker efforts to escape.
More time passed.
And then... the vibration between her legs returned. And
slowly... every so slowly... it increased in intensity... and
began to pulse with a regular rhythm.
Alicia floated above the poor, pathetic prisoner strapped to the
padding and sealed under thick glass lid of the chamber and
watched her futile struggles. Clearly, the helpless
captive was enjoying what was being done to her. It was
very sad, but at the same time, Alicia found herself wishing it
was her, that she was the slave suffering for Mistress Lynda's
pleasure. It would be wonderful! It would be... her
The phallus continued pulsing, but now the nipple-clamps and
contact disks had joined the effort to force an orgasm from the
prisoner's helpless body, and so had the disks on her
thighs! Low intensity shocks below the pain threshold were
pulsing in concert with the buzzing phallus. As the
intensity of the vibrations slowly increased, the intensity of
the tingling clips and pads increased as well.
Suddenly, as if a switch had been thrown, Alicia realized it was
her! She wasn't watching a helpless damsel be teased and
titillated towards orgasm, it was her!
And then, voices started whispering in her ears!
"I love being Mistress Lynda's slave."
"She's so cruel to me. I love her so."
"When she ties me up, I feel so safe and warm and happy."
"And when she makes me cum, I'm in heaven!"
"I'm so glad she made me her slave."
"I never knew happiness before Mistress Lynda enslaved me."
"I wish she'd keep me tied up tight and thoroughly gagged all
Sometimes the voice was Gabby's, sometimes Kimberly's, and
sometimes it was female voices Alicia didn't recognize.
They spoke very softly. Alicia could barely hear them,
especially with the distraction of what was happening between
her legs and to her breasts and thighs, but they were
real. She was sure.
The voices continued, and the stimulation continued to
build. And then, the voices began sighing and
moaning. The only words Alicia could make out were the
occasional "Mistress!" or "Lynda!"
The vibrations and teasing, pulsing shocks plateaued... and
continued... then began to build in intensity, again!
Alicia could feel a massive orgasm building.
Mistress Lynda—the chamber's computer, she corrected herself—was
playing her with consummate skill, prolonging the process of
forcing her to ecstasy, and threading an element of cruel
frustration into the orgasmic concerto.
Finally, Alicia was trembling on the brink, and orgasm could not
and would not be denied! Any second now, the phallus and
the electrical teasing would push her over the top, and then—
The vibration and shocks stopped, the platform's glass cover
opened, and light and cool air flooded Alicia's helpless,
squirming, sweaty form! "Mrrpfh!"
Gabby and Kimberly were looming over the Prisoner of the
Chamber. Both was dressed as before: yoga pants and sports
bra for Gabby and a spa uniform for Kim. And both blondes
"Do you think she managed to cum?" Gabby asked Kimberly.
Kimberly shrugged. "I have no idea. What difference
does it make?"
"None whatsoever," Gabby purred.
"M'mpfh mrr nrf m'mmmp!" Inarticulate noise was all than
emerged from Alicia's gagged mouth, but her intent had been to
suggest a creative but anatomically questionable contortion that
Gabby and Kim might wish to perform.
Alicia's handlers ignored her gagged tirade as they released the
nipple clips, peeled off the breast and thigh disks, began
releasing the dozens of straps pinning her to the padding, and,
when the relevant straps were loosened or removed, slid the
phallus from her well-lubricated pussy. At the same time,
they threaded leather straps through the D-rings in Alicia's
body harness to pin her upper-arms to her torso, bind her
touching forearms behind her back and against her spine, and
strap her mitt-encased fingers and hands against her
waist. This required some rolling and turning of Alicia's
body, but her handlers persevered.
Finally, Alicia was lifted off the platform and onto her hobbled
feet. Gabby held her steady while Kimberly attacked the
straps of the gag-mask-collar. Eventually, the collar came
free, followed by the mask and faceplate, and then Kim eased the
plug from Alicia's mouth and tossed the monstrosity back on the
Alicia licked her lips, worked her jaw, and shook the hair from
her sweaty and glowering face. "Goddammit! Get me
out of this thing." She twisted her torso and fought her
bonds with all her strength, nearly breaking free from Gabby's
grip. "I've had enough of this—Mrrrf!" Kimberly had
her in a tight hand-gag.
Still smiling, Gabby held up a ball-gag—a black rubber sphere
with a black leather strap and stainless steel buckle—and shook
it in Alicia's face. "Are you going to be a good little
slave, or do you want to bite rubber? Your choice."
Kimberly removed her hand and Alicia stared daggers at Gabby's
beautiful, smirking face. "Just you wait," she
muttered. "You're going to wish you'd never begged me to
be your mistress."
Gabby buckled the ball-gag around Alicia's neck, securing it by
its first hole so it dangled below the glowering captive's chin
like an ugly necklace. "I have a quite different
recollection of the beginning of our relationship," Gabby
chuckled as she pulled Alicia's tousled hair free of the
ball-gag and combed it from her angry face with her long, tan
fingers. "It was never overt, of course, but I think you
were the one doing the begging."
"Just you wait," Alicia growled. "How many hours was I in
that thing?" she demanded as Gabby continued fiddling with her
hair. "What day is it?"
"Not quite two hours," Gabby purred.
Alicia's eyes popped wide. "Only two hours? No way!"
"If Mistress really intended to leave you in the
chamber," Kimberly purred in Alicia's ear, "she would have
ordered us to outfit you with an electrified butt-plug and a
urinary catheter. And we would have been happy to do it."
"Very happy," Gabby agreed, still smiling her irritating,
quirky smile. "It's no fun cleaning up after messy
"Just you wait," Alicia reiterated.
"Come," Kimberly said. "Mistress is waiting."
Kimberly led the way from the chamber, Alicia followed, her
steps hobbled by the strap connecting her ankle-cuffs, and Gabby
brought up the rear.
minced down the hallway, sandwiched between Kimberly and
Gabby. She was still angry... and horny. Over the
course of what she was still convinced was hours—more than two,
anyway—the chamber had brought her to the brink of orgasm, and
she was still dealing with the aftermath.
She owes me, Alicia fumed silently. Lynda owes
The bizarre parade (bizarre thanks to Alicia's naked, harnessed,
and hobbled condition) arrived at Lynda's home office.
Mistress was seated behind a small desk and typing on a laptop
computer. The garden venue visible through the wall of
glass to one side was quite attractive, like all of Mistress'
garden venues. Mistress herself was also attractive, of
course. She was dressed for business in heels, skirt, silk
blouse, and with a matching jacket hanging from a nearby
clothes-tree. Her hair was loose about her
shoulders. Yes, she was very attractive... and she owed
Alicia an orgasm.
Lynda continued working at her laptop, Kimberly and Gabby stood
patiently and waited to be acknowledged.
Okay, okay, Alicia thought, she's beautiful.
She's always beautiful. The she in question
was Mistress Lynda, of course, and Alicia had no idea why she
was debating with herself like this. Perhaps it was
another aftereffect of her two hours (or more) in the dreaded
Sensory Deprivation Chamber.
Finally, Lynda tapped a final key, closed the laptop, and smiled
at her slaves. "Chair," she said, gracefully gesturing
towards one of the two visitor chairs facing her desk.
Kimberly led Alicia to the chair and helped her sit. The
smiling blonde then knelt, removed the hobbling strap connecting
Alicia's ankle-cuffs, then clipped the ankle-cuffs
together. She stood and smiled at Lynda, awaiting her
mistress' next command.
Lynda focused on Gabby. "I believe you're scheduled for a
three mile run, followed by a massage."
"And a sauna," Gabby confirmed, then remembered to add,
"Off you go," Lynda purred.
Gabby strolled to Alicia's side, leaned close, and kissed her
pouting lips. "Later, Storm Cloud," she said quietly.
"Bite me," Alicia muttered in reply.
Gabby giggled and made her exit.
Lynda shifted her smiling gaze to Kimberly. "I believe
Slave Alicia is probably ready for lunch."
"Yes, Mistress." Kimberly bowed and followed Gabby from
Lynda smiled at Alicia.
Alicia glowered at Lynda.
Seconds ticked by.
"So," Lynda said, finally, "mistress, or slave?"
Alicia continued staring, then a ghost of a smile curled her
lips. "I suppose if you insist, I'll take you as my
slave. But I already have one slave, and Gabby can
be a bit of a handful."
Still smiling, Lynda nodded in agreement. "Gabby is a
rascal, that's for sure," she purred, "but I was inquiring as to
Alicia cocked her head in mock surprise. "Myself?
I'm a mistress, of course."
Lynda nodded, again. "You have surprising strength, I'll
grant you that. As for your status... dom or sub, top or
bottom, mistress or slave... I remain unconvinced. You will
grant that you lack experience, of course."
Alicia nodded. "So stipulated."
Lynda smiled for several more seconds. "I'm willing to
continue your training... and your evaluation."
"That's big of you," Alicia muttered.
"We can discuss the details later, but for now—" Lynda
gestured towards the office door.
Alicia turned and watched Kimberly push a serving cart into the
office. Her stomach growled and her mouth watered.
Lunch sounded very good as she'd missed breakfast.
However, she watched as Kimberly spread a cloth on the floor,
then deployed a pair of bowls, a pair of stainless steel pet
bowls. One was full to the rim with clear water. The
other was full of... ravioli? She turned back to Lynda and
"I'm afraid I have work to do," Lynda said, still smiling.
"Enjoy your lunch."
Meanwhile, without a word, Kimberly was wheeling the cart from
Alicia stared at the bowls on the floor, then scowled at Lynda,
hauled herself to her ankle-cuffed feet, and hopped towards the
waiting meal. Her breasts bounced in a most humiliating
manner with every hop. Lynda was back to tapping the keys
of her laptop, but Alicia knew she was watching.
Alicia reached the cloth and bowls, settled to her knees, and
stared at the water and food. She briefly considered
making a show of pride and refusing to eat and drink from the
bowls like a common house pet, but her empty stomach vetoed the
gesture. She leaned down and managed to use her lips and
tongue to ease a ravioli into her mouth. There was a light
sauce, but at least for now, she was managing to eat without
making a mess of her face and hair. That might change as
she emptied the bowl.
The ravioli were delicious. Some were stuffed with crab,
some with sausage, some with mushrooms, and some with mixtures
more difficult to identify. All were delicious.
Alicia continued eating and Lynda continued tapping the laptop's
keys... and smiling.
lunch—which was as humiliating as it was delicious—Kimberly
returned and did four things: (1) She bundled the now
empty pet bowls in the tablecloth (correction, floor-cloth);
(2) She used a wet washcloth to clean Alicia's pouting face; (3)
She popped the ball-gag in Alicia's mouth and buckled it at the
nape of her neck, under her hair and tight enough to dimple her
already prominent cheeks; and (4) She left the office, taking
the bundled bowls with her.
Naked, helpless in her body-harness, straps, and mitts, Alicia
lay on her side and glared at Lynda. She briefly
considered climbing back to her ankle-cuffed feet and hopping
back to the visitor chair, uninvited. She stared at the
chair, then at Lynda, then at the chair. It was a nice
chair, a comfortable chair, but she decided the carpet was
better... for now.
Lynda continued working at her laptop. After several
minutes she stood, stretched, walked out into the garden, and
made a phone call. Alicia lay on her side and
watched. Lynda was beautiful. It was infuriating.
Lynda completed her call, returned to the office, pulled on her
jacket, pocketed her phone, and left, ignoring Alicia
Minutes turned into a half-hour. Alicia squirmed and
rolled on the floor. She wasn't trying to escape.
She was trying for comfort.
And then, Lynda returned. She removed her jacket and hung
it on the clothes-tree, settled into her office chair, and
returned to tapping the keys of the laptop. She continued
ignoring Alicia completely.
Alicia considered making some rude, articulate noise and forcing
Lynda to notice her, but realized there was a high probability
that was exactly what Mistress wanted to happen. Also, it
would make her look pathetic and needy. So, Alicia did the
only thing she could do, given the circumstances: she closed her
eyes and took a nap.
awake to find Kimberly kneeling at her feet and restoring the
hobble strap of her ankle-cuffs. Lynda was nowhere to be
seen, either in the office or out in the garden. Kim was
still wearing her spa uniform.
"Come," Kimberly said with a dimpled smile as she helped Alicia
to her feet. "Mistress awaits."
Alicia looked back out the window as she was led from the
office. From the angle and color of the light it was now
very late in the afternoon, nearly early evening. Kimberly
led her through the house to the bedroom, opened the door, and
led her across the threshold.
Gabby was already present. She was also naked and hogtied
on her stomach on the floor with a ball-gag strapped in her
mouth and her lower face covered by a wide strip of Elastoplast,
the medical tape that seemed to be Mistress Lynda's favorite.
Kimberly led Alicia to the bed, positioned her with her back
against the lower right bedpost, then began loosening the straps
pinning her arms to the harness. She released the straps
enforcing the box-tie configuration completely, pulled her
mitt-encased hands behind the bedpost, and clipped the mitts
together. She then put the released arm straps to good use
by buckling them around Alicia's waist, thighs, upper arms, and
torso, and the bedpost. Finally, she released the hobble
strap, looped it around the base of the bedpost, and secured it
to the ankle-cuffs once again.
When Kimberly stepped away, Alicia was effectively post-tied to
the bed. The straps not only pinned her to the bedpost,
but as before, Kim had threaded them through various D-rings in
the body-harness, thereby adding its authority to the
arrangement. Alicia watched as Kim opened a drawer in the
nightstand, pulled out a three-inch roll of the same tape
compounding Gabby's gag, pulled free a seven-inch length of the
milky-white tape, and used a pair of bandage-scissors to snip it
free. Smiling her usual dimpled smirk, she returned the
roll and scissors to the drawer, then strolled back to Alicia
with the strip stretched between her hands.
Alicia glowered at her blond handler as she plastered and then
smoothed the tape over her already ball-gagged mouth. She
didn't try tossing her head or otherwise impeding the
process. There wasn't much point. She did stare
daggers, however, letting the little bitch know that she was
being a little bitch, even if she was following Lynda's
Kimberly turned and strolled to the Mistress-bathroom while
Alicia squirmed and explored her new condition. There were
a few minor creaking sounds as the leather reacted to her
pathetic efforts, but that was it. The bedpost was rock
solid. She took the occasion to further examine Gabby's
predicament. Her fellow slave's blond hair... My slave!
Alicia reminded herself. My slave! Anyway,
Gabby's blond hair was parted down the middle and plaited in two
tight braids with the ends of wrapped with white cord. The
pigtails, nudity, and bondage evoked the air of a captured
Viking shield maiden. Either that or a schoolgirl caught
playing a very naughty version of Cowboys and Indians.
Gabby's legs were bent at the knees and splayed wide with her
ankles crossed and bound with white rope. Also, her
fingers and hands were wrapped in tight sheaths of silver tape
and her wrists bound with more of the white rope. Yet more
rope bound her upper arms to her sides and yoked her shoulders
in a classic rope harness. Finally, her heels rested atop
her mummified hands and a neatly hitched and wrapped length of
rope linked the body-harness to her ankle and wrist bonds.
It was a very stringent hogtie, stringent enough to arch Gabby's
back and half-lift her breasts from the carpet.
Time passed... turning into a handful of minutes.
Finally, Kimberly emerged from the bathroom—and now, she too was
nude. Also, her hair was parted and braided, exactly like
Gabby, a ball-gag was strapped in her mouth, and a strip of
Elastoplast covered her lower face from ear to ear and nose to
chin, also like Gabby... and Alicia, for that matter. She
was carrying coils of the same white rope that bound Gabby, as
well as a roll of silver duct-tape and a pair of scissors.
Kim padded to a position a few feet from Gabby's hogtied form,
then gracefully settled to the carpet and assumed the lotus
position. She smiled at Alicia—with her eyes,
anyway—arranged the coils of rope, roll of tape, and scissors to
the side, and placed her hands in her lap.
More time passed.
Alicia rolled her eyes, heaved a gagged sigh, and squirmed
against the bedpost, eliciting another chorus of leather
creaks. Obviously they were waiting for Lynda. And
waiting. And waiting.
Finally, Mistress Lynda breezed into the bedroom. She was
wearing running clothes—black, bicycle-style running shorts and
a black sports bra with lime-green accents—her feet were bare,
and her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her smooth,
tan, firm skin was flushed and shining with sweat.
Obviously, she had just come from a run or some other form of
exercise. Without a glance at her slaves, Lynda padded
into the walk-in closet, there was a brief pause... and she
emerged, entirely nude and with her hair loose.
Alicia only had a few seconds to admire Mistress' athletic,
nude, sweaty body before she disappeared into the
Mistress-bath. She heard the shower start... and then it
was back to waiting.
One minute turned into two... then five... then more. At
some point the shower stopped... more time passed... and a blow
Finally, Mistress emerged from the bathroom. She was still
nude, but now she was squeaky clean and her hair dry and neatly
brushed. She was... beautiful. Alicia couldn't help
but stare in amazement (meaning lust). She tried
reasserting her hostile, resentful, wounded stare, but
her heart wasn't in it. She watched as Lynda knelt beside
Kimberly, kissed the ball- and tape-gagged blonde's forehead,
then picked up the roll of duct-tape and set to work mummifying
Kimberly's hands. When that task was accomplished, she
selected a coil of rope and proceeded to hogtie Kimberly in
identical fashion to Gabby.
She works fast, Alicia mused, and it was true. In
what seemed like no time, Kimberly was on her stomach with her
heels resting on her wrapped hands, her knees splayed, and Lynda
was neatly wrapping the remaining rope around the strands
linking her wrist, ankle, and torso bonds. Lynda tied the
final knot, then stood and strolled towards Alicia.
Mistress smiled, reached up and cupped Alicia's breasts, then
gently squeezed. "I was going to tie the ends of their
braids to their big toes with thin cord," she said quietly, "but
that seems a little excessive as they're both going to be tied
like that all night." She leaned close and kissed Alicia's
left nipple, and then her right. "What do you think,
mistress-in-training? Should I tie their toes to their
Alicia stared into Lynda's gorgeous blue eyes, then shook her
head. It's a test, she realized. Fun is fun,
but being hogtied all night without cords taut as fiddle
strings punishing your scalp and toes would be "fun" enough.
Lynda's smile broadened and she squeezed Alicia's breasts,
again. "Better to err on the side of tenderness than sour
the experience with an excess of cruelty," she purred, then
released Alicia's breasts and began releasing the straps
enforcing the bedpost-tie.
In short order Alicia found herself on the bed, reclined on her
back with her arms folded back in the box-tie position, and her
ankle-cuffs strapped to her thighs in a stringent, knee-splaying
frog-tie. She was impressed, not just with Mistress' skill
as a rigger, but the versatility of the mitt-harness-straps
restraint system. Lynda was also on the bed, against
Alicia's body and embracing her from the left. Her right
arm was reaching around Alicia's upper body from behind and her
right hand gently squeezing her right breast. Her left
hand was caressing Alicia's harness-restrained abdomen. Also,
Mistress had removed Alicia's tape- and ball-gags.
"As an exercise for the student," Lynda whispered in Alicia's
left ear, "what can you think of that would enhance our blond
beauties' condition... for the short term, of course."
A smile curled Alicia's lips as she shivered in Lynda's embrace
and Mistress' hands continued working their magic. "I like
the toes-to-pigtails idea," she said after a few seconds
thought, "but I'd add a crotch-cord, a single strand around
their waists that cleaved their labia and butt-cracks, and was
then tied to the toe and hair cords."
"Tightening them even further," Lynda purred.
"And punishing their pussies if they tried to move," Alicia
whispered, not wanting Gabby or Kimberly to hear her cruel
fantasy. "I wouldn't leave them like that for very long,
of course. Just for a few minutes. Long enough for
them to worry about being left like that all night."
Lynda chuckled, softly, and kissed the side of Alicia's
neck. "I reserve the right to usurp that idea and use it
on someone who truly deserves it... like a certain
slave I know who has pretensions of being a mistress."
Alicia continued smiling, and doing her best to ignore Mistress'
"I've decided to continue your lessons," Lynda said. Her
fingers parted Alicia's pubic thatch and gliding lower until her
palm rested on Alicia's labia. "I'm still undecided as to
your final status, but your lessons can continue. Let's
say... one weekend a month? Do you think your schedule
will allow that?"
"Perhaps," Alicia whispered, a shudder shivering through her
"We'll try for one weekend a month and do the best we can,"
Lynda continued. "Eventually, your status will become
"My status is already clear," Alicia huffed. "I'm a
mistress, and someday you'll admit it and I'll get to tie you
"And perhaps the horse will learn to sing," Lynda chuckled.
Alicia smiled but didn't answer. Lynda was referencing
Herodotus' tale of the condemned thief who struck a bargain with
his king. If he could teach the king's favorite horse to
sing within one year, he would go free. If not, he would
die. When someone noted the futility of teaching a horse
to sing, the thief explained that a year was a long time.
"The king might die," he'd said, "the horse might die, I might
die, and perhaps the horse will learn to sing." The story
didn't exactly match Alicia's current situation, but she'd
always admired the thief's spirit.
"Enough levity," Lynda purred, continuing to stroke Alicia's
pussy. "I expect you to report to the spa for training as
often as your legal duties allow. Further, I have no
objection if you complete a little home instruction on your
"H-home instruction?" Alicia gasped, struggling to ignore
Mistress' experienced and well-placed hand.
"Buy yourself some rope and practice tying up Gabby," Lynda
explained. "Conditioned cotton clothesline will do quite
fine, but I can e-mail you a list of shops in the city that sell
Kinbaku-grade jute and hemp if you like. Would you
Alicia didn't answer. She'd barely heard the
question. Lynda's hand was stoking the fires of arousal,
reviving the frustration she'd felt upon being prematurely
released from the Sensory Deprivation Chamber. And
then—"Mrrrpfh!"—Lynda's hand clamped shut on her mouth and
Mistress began frigging her in earnest! "Nrrrmfh!"
Alicia was on the edge, but Lynda managed to prolong the process
of bringing her to orgasm for a full minute... then two!
Finally, inevitably, Alicia writhed in ecstasy! She'd
tried twisting away and closing her splayed legs, but her bonds
and Lynda's left leg thrown across left knee made that
Alicia shivered and continued squirming as waves of
pleasure washed over her helpless body. It was the
multiple orgasm to end all multiple orgasms!
And then it was over... and Alicia remembered to breathe.
Mistress was still holding her close, and continued slowly,
gently stroking her flushed, glistening labia. The
hand-gag was released and Alicia gasped for air through her open
mouth. Her breasts heaved, her nipples stood at full
attention, and her skin glistened with sweat.
"For the remaining days of your vacation, we'll play only
with bandages and Velcro cuffs padded with fleece," Lynda
whispered. "I don't want to send you back to work with
rope-burned wrists. And the same goes for Gabby."
Alicia continued panting and wiggling in her bonds, and Lynda
continued embrace. "Yes, Mistress," Alicia sighed.
"And don't forget yoga classes," Lynda continued. "Sign up
as soon as you get back to the city."
Alicia smiled. "Yes, Mistress."
"Now," Lynda continued, "flop onto your stomach, wiggle down
between Mistress' legs, and lick her pussy."
Alicia smiled. "If Mistress Lynda expects the sort of
orgasm Mistress Alicia just experienced," she purred, "might I
suggest you unbuckle this harness, we adjourn to the Sensory
Deprivation Chamber, you climb inside so I can strap you down,
and I prime your pump for about ten hours, like you did me?"
"Two hours," Lynda chuckled.
Alicia sighed and shook her head. "I still don't believe
it was two hours."
"Get to work," Lynda purred, "or you don't get any dinner."
Alicia rolled her eyes, squirmed out of Lynda's embrace, and
started working her way down the bed. Then, she paused and
focused on Lynda's smiling face. "What about them?" she
"Them?" Lynda chuckled.
Alicia rolled her eyes, again. "Gabby and Kim. They
also get dinner, right?"
Lynda smiled at Alicia for several seconds before
answering. "Gabby is looking a little skinny," she
"And Kimberly's baby-fat is adorable," Alicia agreed with a
grin. "Wouldn't want her to get all... gaunt."
Lynda pointed at her crotch. "Ahem."
Alicia grinned and resumed squirming down the bed.