remaining days of Alicia's "free spa vacation" unfolded exactly
as Mistress Lynda had decreed—which came as no surprise to
anyone involved. Alicia's and Gabby's daylight spa
routines were quite conventional, similar to the activities of
the other spa guests: running, swimming, full-body massages,
basking in the sauna, etc.
There was also another full-body wrap and soak, and this time
the total helplessness of the bandage mummification and sheath
encasement was enhanced by large foam balls stuffed in their
mouths and their lips being sealed with Elastoplast tape and
additional bandages. Also, masks of blue-green gel were
strapped over their faces. Supposedly, they were
temperature-controlled cosmetic therapy masks, but their true
function was to hide the gags. The masks' generous and
elegantly slanted eye-holes allowed Alicia to glare and Gabby to
stare at their smiling spa handler, Kimberly, as she sat in a
comfortable chair between the mud-bath tanks holding their
mummified, sheathed, strapped-down, and well-gagged bodies.
Oh-by-the-way, there was a second enhancement to the
mud-bath experience. Once they were far enough into the
restraint process that they couldn't resist, Kimberly had
inserted waterproof, wireless, remote-controlled, torpedo-style
vibrators into their pussies. Passersby, meaning Alicia
and Gabby's fellow spa guests, strolled by the mud-bath pavilion
and smiled at Kimberly as she read from an iPad, never
suspecting that the tablet was running an app that controlled
Needless to say, orgasms happened, and Kimberly demonstrated a
talent for balancing extended frustration and slow-building
stimulation that ended in crashing ecstasy. This was
accomplished through modulation of the vibrators, and
considering how little feedback Kimberly had to guide her
efforts—the occasional weak toss of her clients nearly
immobilized heads, the quivering of the surface as their
mummified, encased, and strapped down bodies squirmed weakly
under the mud, the rolling of desperate eyes seen through the
openings in the masks, and the pathetically quiet moans and
"screams"—it was quite remarkable.
At night, Alicia's bondage education continued, and as promised,
only restraints that couldn't possibly leave ligature marks were
employed. Alicia had always considered "bondage tape,"
rolls of plastic or latex bandages sold as entry-level bondage
toys, to be wimpy and ineffective, but quickly discovered she
couldn't be more wrong, especially when that "toy" was in the
hands of an expert like Mistress Lynda. And the same went
for Velcro "love cuffs," padded nylon cuffs that sealed with
broad bands of Velcro and had attached straps of nylon
Alicia spent one night box-tied and frog-tied with bondage
tape. Not only was she helpless, but when Kimberly
reinforced the closures of her bonds with tight layers of
duct-tape, her bonds were as inescapable as the most elaborate Kinbaku
rope bondage or the finest custom-fitted steel cuffs on the
market. Her bonds also left her unable to resist an hour
or two of face-sucking and pussy-sucking with Kimberly—not that
her "resistance" had been anything other than theatrical, of
course. Meanwhile, Lynda was having her way with a
similarly physically restrained but spiritually unrestrained
Gabby. At some point Lynda and Kim changed partners and it
was a very memorable night.
Another night, Alicia was spreadeagled on Lynda's bed with her
fingers and hands wrapped in bondage tape, her wrists and ankles
in love-cuffs, the cuffs' straps secured to the four bedposts,
and the Velcro closures reinforced with duct tape. Lynda,
Kimberly, and Gabby took turns entertaining her mouth, boobs,
and pussy. When dawn arrived, Alicia awoke to find herself
at the center of a jumbled pile of naked, slumbering bodies, the
same bodies that had boinked her senseless 'til the wee hours of
the previous night.
When Alicia and Gabby finally left the spa and returned to the
city, both were in tip-top physical shape, with healthy tans,
toned muscles, and contented, relaxed expressions.
Alicia's female coworkers all gushed about her appearance and
she wholeheartedly recommended The Willows for weekend
getaways, exclaiming that she fully intended to make regular
visits herself in the future.
Alicia also joined Gabby's yoga class and purchased a supply of
cotton clothesline, as well as several books on knot-tying and
Japanese bondage techniques.
great things were possible with rope, both because she'd watched
Lynda bind Kimberly and because she'd been bound by Mistress
herself. That said, there's a difference between knowing
and doing. Through "study dates" and regular practice,
with Gabby and her own body as her training aids, Alicia's skill
set improved. In fact, in a surprisingly short time she
reached the point that Gabby was unable to escape her rope-work,
but realized she still had a lot to learn.
The study dates in question happened mostly at Alicia's
apartment and in Gabby's rooms above her tavern, Gabby's
Place, but on one memorable occasion they utilized the
The area closest to the stairs up to the tavern was used to
store crates of bottled microbrews and other bulky stock.
Next came the usual clutter of cardboard boxes of holiday
decorations, broken furniture awaiting repair that would
probably never come, and miscellaneous clutter. Periodic
steel support columns were regularly spaced around the basement,
and Alicia had used a column furthest from the stairs to try her
first ever post-tie. Gabby was bound to the column at the
ankles, above and below the knees, the waist, and above and
below her breasts, with her wrists lashed together behind the
column. Finally, the prisoner-of-the-post was
cleave-gagged with a bar towel. Alicia had done an
outstanding job, if she did say so herself.
And then it happened.
Alicia and her helpless captive heard the door at the top of the
stairs open, accompanied by a soprano, female voice.
Thinking quick, Alicia grabbed another bar towel, reached up,
and unscrewed the incandescent bulb of the fixture almost
directly over Gabby's wide-eyed, gagged head. She nearly
burned her fingers, but managed to plunge their immediate area
into relative darkness. As feet clattered on the stairs,
Alicia was very glad that today she'd decided to wear a dark
gray suit to work and hadn't changed before visiting her now
The feet on the stairs belonged to Carrie and Eva, two of
Gabby's employees. Both were dressed in sensible shoes,
jeans, and Gabby's Place t-shirts, their work uniforms.
Alicia and Gabby watched nervously as the redhead and brunette
searched through the crates of bottled beer until they found the
brand they were looking for, then each carried a case of
clinking bottles up the stairs to the tavern. There was a
brief pause, then the lights clicked off and the door
closed. As far as Mistress Alicia and Slave Gabby could
tell, Carrie and Eva had never even glanced in their direction.
Alone in the dark basement, Alicia confirmed that Gabby's heart
rate was elevated by placing a finger against the side of the
helpless blonde's neck. That would have sufficed, but
Alicia made extra sure by unbuttoning Gabby's blouse, as far as
the ropes lashing her to the post would allow, then slid her
entire hand under Gabby's blouse and bra to cup her left breast.
"Did you hear what they were giggling about?" Alicia purred.
Gabby blinked in the near darkness. There was just enough
light filtering through the tiny, frosted glass of the scattered
basement windows for her to see Alicia's beautiful, smiling
face. She shook her gagged head.
"They think you and that 'pretty lawyer' are an item," Alicia
purred. With her other hand, she was caressing the crotch
of Gabby's jeans.
This wasn't exactly a revelation. Mistress Alicia and
Slave Gabby were trying to be discrete, but Gabby knew her guys
and gals weren't stupid. That Alicia was Gabby's
legal-eagle girlfriend might be an open secret, but the true
nature of their relationship was still hidden... probably...
There were also the promised monthly weekend visits to The
Willows. They happened. Sometimes she was
accompanied by Gabby, and sometimes she was alone, but she
always had a good time (in an "Oh my God! Not
there! Not like that! Stop! Stop!"
sort of way). She also learned a lot. Slowly but
surely, Alicia was gaining experience.
Months after Alicia's "Free Spa Vacation."
The start of Alicia's seventh weekend spa visit.
Lynda's Home Office, Late on a Friday afternoon.
Lynda was wearing one of her
expensive business suits—skirt, blouse, matching jacket—and
sitting behind her desk. Her feet were bare and her
high-heeled pumps were neatly arranged on the carpet next to her
clothes-tree. Alicia was similarly dressed, although her
pumps were on her feet. She was sitting in one of Lynda's
visitor chairs, her eyes locked with Mistress Lynda. Both
women were smiling.
Silence stretched for several seconds.
Alicia finally spoke. "Something has changed, Mistress,"
Lynda lifted an eyebrow. "Really?"
"I've been in enough negotiating situations to recognize when
the other side knows they don't hold the winning hand," Alicia
"Have you now?" Lynda chuckled.
"Also, I play poker," Alicia added.
Lynda let several more seconds pass before heaving a sigh and
rolling her eyes. "Okay. Truth be told, I'm sick and
tired of the looks I'm getting from Kimberly on a daily basis and
your Gabby, when she visits."
Alicia's smile widened. "My Gabby?"
Lynda affected a theatrical pout. "She used to be my
Gabby, but now she's your Gabby. Anyway... I've
decided you're a mistress, not a slave. It's still up in
the air as to whether or not you're a switch, but you're not a
"You're a mistress," Lynda huffed. "I admit it.
Lynda rolled her eyes. "And you get to collect your
prize. You get to try and tie me up."
Alicia nodded. "I see." She pointed at the iPhone on
Lynda's desk. "Call Kimberly for me."
Lynda picked up the phone and placed the call, then set the
iPhone back on the desk. "It's on speaker," she muttered.
"Yes, Mistress?" Kimberly's disembodied voice answered.
"Mistress Alicia here, Dimple-Cheeks," Alicia said. "I
assume you're busy welcoming Gabby back to the spa?"
"Uh... yes, Mistress," Kimberly's voice responded.
"Bring her, and yourself, to Mistress Lynda's bedroom," Alicia
purred, her eyes locked with Lynda's.
"It will take me a few minutes to get her ready to travel,"
"Take your time and do your usual competent job," Alicia
chuckled. "That's all."
"Yes, Mistress," Kimberly said.
Lynda reached out and terminated the call. Her eyes were
still on Alicia.
"To the bedroom," Alicia ordered.
Lynda heaved another sigh, stood, then stepped into her pumps
and led the way from the office.
Kimberly entered Mistress Lynda's bedroom with Slave Gabby on a
simple rope leash with her wrists crossed and bound behind her
back. Kimberly was wearing her sneakers, shorts, and
polo-shirt Willows uniform, and Gabby was rocking her birthday
suit. Both blondes froze in the doorway and stared in
Alicia was sitting on Mistress Lynda's bed and smiling at the
new arrivals. Mistress Lynda, however, was kneeling in the
center of the bedroom with arms raised and her hands resting on
top of her head. Both brunettes were dressed for business,
but Lynda's downcast eyes and embarrassed blush were new, to say
"Wow," Gabby gasped.
"It's about time," Kimberly whispered under her breath.
Gabby turned to her fellow-slave and handler. "You mean?"
"Uh huh," Kimberly whispered. Her eyes were still on her
Gabby turned back to stare at the wonder in the middle of the
bedroom. "About time," she agreed.
"Ahem." That was Alicia, of course, and the blond slaves
suppressed their reactions and stepped forward. Alicia
gestured for them to approach the bed.
Gabby watched as Alicia stood and whispered in Kimberly's ear,
apparently issuing instructions.
"Do you understand?" Alicia said, finally.
Kimberly nodded. "Yes, Mistress." She bowed, dropped
the end of Gabby's leash, then scampered from the bedroom.
Gabby watched her handler depart, then focused on Mistress
Alicia. "Uh, you want me to help you bind and gag Her
Majesty?" She nodded towards Lynda for emphasis.
Alicia smiled. From the corner of one eye she could see
that Lynda was also smiling. "No, slave," she chuckled,
untied Gabby's leash rope, then spun her around and untied her
wrists. "Left bedpost," she ordered.
Gabby heaved a truly tragic (and somewhat theatrical) sigh,
padded to the bedpost in question, put her back against the
post, then crossed her wrists behind the post, facing Mistress
(Slave?) Lynda and the middle of the room.
Alicia used the rope to bind Gabby's wrists. She then went
to the bedside table, opened a drawer, and returned to the foot
of the bed with a roll of duct-tape and a pair of
Gabby heaved another heartbreaking sigh as her fingers and
thumbs disappeared under tight, overlapping bands of silver
tape. Alicia had done an expert job with the wrist
bondage, but with the tape, she might as well have finished the
rope bondage with a pretty bow instead of a redundant,
unreachable square-knot. Gabby would not be
"Face the bed," Alicia ordered.
Gabby frowned and turned her head to the neatly made bed.
"How am I supposed to—?"
"Lift a leg and straddle the end of the mattress, silly," Alicia
interrupted. "Rest your right leg on the bed if that's
Gabby stared at the bed with a dubious eye, then carried out
Alicia's order. The bed had a foot-board, a single wide
plank at the level of the mattress, so Gabby's new position was
only a little awkward. Her left leg was more or less
vertical and against the post with her right leg and heel
resting on the mattress and nearly touching the top of the
Alicia knelt and used the former leash-rope to lash Gabby's left
ankle to the base of the bedpost. "Wait here," she ordered
as she stood and strolled to the walk-in closet. A veteran
of her "free week's vacation" and an additional six weekend
visits, by this time Alicia had an excellent idea of where Lynda
kept many of her "hobby supplies." She returned to the
bedroom with several coils of rope, two ball-gags, and a roll of
Elastoplast medical tape. They joined the roll of
duct-tape and scissors already on the bed. Then, the
grinning brunette selected a large coil of rope and set to work.
Lynda watched and Gabby pouted as strand after tight strand
tightened around Gabby and the bedpost. In a depressingly
short time, rope yoked Gabby's shoulders and the post, passed
above and below her breasts, snaked around her waist, the post,
and her forearms, her left leg and the post, and above and below
the knee. All of the ropes were cinched and hitched
between her limbs and/or torso and the post, and were snug
enough to dimple her tan, smooth flesh.
Alicia picked up one of the ball-gags and smiled at Gabby, who
was still affecting her raincloud imitation. "Oh, I forgot
to ask," Alicia purred. "Did Kimberly take you to visit
the 'little slave's room' before bringing you here?"
"Yes, she did, Mistress," Gabby admitted, "and she also took a
"Oh, thanks a whole lot," Kimberly said as she entered the
bedroom. In her right hand was a duffel-bag of dark blue
canvas, and on her face was a dimpled smile. "Mistress,"
she said to Alicia as she dropped the duffel near the bed.
The blonde then turned to her naked and post-tied fellow
blonde. "Thanks for saving me from a couple of more
minute's freedom, idiot."
"My pleasure," Gabby huffed, sticking out her tongue at
Kimberly. "You know she already knew we were ready for
bed. It's S.O.P."
"Go to the walk-in closet," Alicia said to Kimberly, "strip, put
your clothes in the hamper, and come right back."
"In Mistress Lynda's hamper, Mistress?" Kimberly
objected, batting her blue eyes. "My clothes?
The clothes of a mere slave?"
"Go," Alicia ordered, giving her a swat on the butt as she
turned and scampered for the closet. As Alicia watched her
go she leaned close to Gabby. "Sometimes I can't tell if
she'd kidding with her 'devoted slave-girl' act," she said
"Same here," Gabby admitted in a near whisper, "but she loves
Lynda. Believe it."
"I do," Alicia said with a smile, then eased the ball-gag into
Gabby's grumpy but unresisting mouth. She buckled it at
the nape of her neck, under her hair and tight enough to dimple
her cheeks, then snipped free a seven-inch strip of Elastoplast
and used it to tightly seal Gabby's lower face. By the
time she had finished gagging the helpless, naked blonde,
Kimberly had returned. As per orders, the junior blonde
was now naked. "Right bedpost," Alicia ordered.
Soon, rope for rope, duct-tape band for duct-tape band, ball-gag
for ball-gag, and Elastoplast strip for Elastoplast strip,
Kimberly was the bound and gagged mirror image of Gabby.
Both blondes were facing the bed, but they could turn their
doubly-gagged heads and see Lynda, Alicia, and the rest of the
room without much of a strain. As a final refinement to
their helpless condition, Alicia planted Gabby's right foot and
Kimberly's left foot side-by-side with their heels and soles
flat on the bed, then lashed their ankles together and to the
center of the foot-board.
Satisfied with her work so far, Alicia turned her smiling face
to Lynda. "As for you, slave," she purred. "Strip,
then neatly fold your clothes, carry them to the closet, and
Alicia, Gabby, and Kimberly watched as Lynda carried out her
orders with meticulous—not to mention graceful and
sensuous—attention to detail. It wasn't exactly a
striptease, but it was very entertaining, even though
Lynda's audience-of-three already knew every strong, sinuous
curve and tan, smooth square inch of her skin in intimate
Finally, the disrobing complete, Lynda folded and carried her
clothes to the closet, then returned. Now gloriously nude,
she stood at her former place with her hands once again atop her
head and her eyes on the carpet.
"Go to the bath, relieve yourself, and brush your teeth," Alicia
"Yes, Mistress," Lynda sighed, spun on her heels, and padded to
While Lynda was gone, Alicia cleared the remaining rope from the
bed, leaving only the roll of duct-tape and the pair of
scissors. She also kicked off her heels, then removed her
jacket and draped it over the back of a chair.
The toilet flushed... followed by the splashing of water in the
sink... and then, Lynda returned.
"Come," Alicia said, motioning for Lynda to join her at the
bed. The naked mistress, soon to be a bound, naked
mistress, padded forward, her hands atop her head and eyes
downcast. Alicia placed a hand on her chin, leaned close,
and kissed her lips. Alicia broke the kiss and
smiled. "Wintergreen toothpaste," she purred.
Lynda didn't answer, but a ghost of a smile curled her lips and
a hint of a blush colored her cheeks.
"Sit," Alicia ordered, and Lynda complied. She watched,
silently, as did Gabby and Kimberly, as Alicia picked up the
duct-tape, stripped a few inches free of the roll, then lifted
Lynda's right hand and proceeded to mummify her hand, fingers,
and thumb under tight, overlapping layers of silver tape.
Lynda's left hand was next, and soon both were reduced to
silver-gray flippers, utterly useless for any sort dexterous
task, such as the untying of knots.
"Stand," Alicia ordered and again, Lynda complied. Alicia
reached into the blue duffel beside the bed and produced a coil
of thin, white 550 paracord. She proceeded to use the cord
to bind Lynda's wrists together, tape-enshrouded palm to
tape-enshrouded palm. It was a generous coil, and Alicia
made full use of it. At least two dozen strands encircled
Lynda's wrists, with about a dozen strands cinching and
tightening the bondage, passing between her wrists. Alicia
then retrieved the duct-tape and proceeded to wrap more neat,
overlapping bands, converting Lynda's hands into a single
flipper, covering her cord wrist-bonds, and continuing half-way
up her forearms.
"On the bed," was Alicia's next order, and Lynda flopped down
onto the mattress. Alicia pulled another coil of paracord
from the duffel and set to work.
About a half-hour and many, many coils of paracord later, Alicia
stepped back from the bed, smiled, and admired her handiwork.
Lynda was bound in much the same way as she, herself, had bound
Kimberly the first night of Alicia's "free vacation." Her
hands were behind her back, her legs together, and she was
bound, "Western style," from shoulders to toes. Bands of
cord pinned her upper arms to her torso, passing above and below
her breasts and yoking her shoulders. Another band
encircled her waist and pinned her forearms to her body.
More bands bound her legs together across her thighs, above and
below her knees, across her shins and calves, and around her
ankles, and the ankle bondage continued down to include her feet
and big toes. All of the bands were cinched between her
Yes, all of this was similar to what Lynda had done to poor
Kimberly, but there were significant differences.
The first difference was, of course, material. Lynda had
used rope and Alicia paracord.
The second was quantity. Lynda had used an adequate amount
of rope, whereas Alicia used a superabundance of cord.
Each of the bands were comprised of between twenty and thirty
individual strands. They were less bands than
bundles. Alicia had been less enthusiastic with the
cinching cords, but they were still abundant and tight.
The third difference involved the last several inches of the
free ends of each band/bundle. In every case, the free
ends of one band were threaded under the cords of the next band,
the slack removed, and then terminal knots tied and
tucked. The result was a ladder-like arrangement that
linked all of Lynda's bonds, running from between her breasts
and continuing down to her ankles, down to her big toes if you
counted her ankle bonds. Alicia had then rolled Lynda onto
her stomach and used a fresh coil of paracord to link all of
Lynda's bonds in similar fashion from the nexus of cords between
her shoulder blades to the back of her ankle bonds. She
finished with sufficient cord to cinch the cords through the
cords binding Lynda's insteps and bind all of her toes together
in a neat row.
And then there were the other refinements Alicia made to
Alicia looped cords around the base of each of Lynda's breasts,
pulled them tight until the fleshy globes bulged and turned just
a little pink, then stretched pairs of cords across each breast
in a cross-like manner, neatly framing and ever-so-slightly
pinching her erect nipples.
Finally, a single pair of cords bisected Lynda's labia and
butt-crack in a tight crotch-cord, and the end of the cord was
looped around her tape-mummified hands and wrists before being
tied off to the back of the chest-harness cords.
Lynda squirmed and wiggled, testing her bonds as best she could,
then rolled on her left side and smiled at Alicia. "Very
impressive," she purred.
Alicia leaned close and kissed Lynda's lips before
answering. "Thank you, Mistress." She sat on the bed
and rested her right hand on Lynda's cord-bound right
breast. "I've only just started experimenting with Kinbaku
techniques, and I wouldn't presume to use my novice skills to
bind a Kinbaku Mistress."
Lynda gazed into Alicia's smiling face for a few seconds before
continuing. "I have never attempted to teach what I
learned in Japan to a student, but I'm willing to try if you're
willing to learn."
Alicia kissed Lynda's lips, again. "I'm honored,
Mistress. We can discuss the matter at a later date.
My legal responsibilities limit my free time."
"I understand," Lynda responded. "I'm sure we'll be able
to work something out." She watched as Alicia went to the
nightstand, opened a drawer, and produced the ball-gag she
usually used to silence Kimberly or one of her other
playmate/slaves on the spa staff. She opened her mouth and
accepted the rubber sphere in her mouth, held her head steady as
Alicia tightened and secured the buckle at the nape of her neck
and under her hair, and continued cooperating as Alicia
stretched and smoothed a strip of Elastoplast across her lower
face. She was now gagged as effectively as Gabby and
Kimberly—who had watched the spectacle of Mistress Lynda being
rendered so very helpless with wide, amazed, adoring
Alicia wasn't quite through with her former and future
teacher. She pulled a wand-style vibrator from its
charging station in the nightstand's lowest drawer and proceeded
to lash it between Lynda's thighs with its knob-like head
nestled against the crotch-cords and pressing against her
labia. Neat, tightly cinched cords made sure the vibrator
would remain in place, no matter how Lynda squirmed and kicked.
Finally, Alicia added two more cords, one to loosely link
Lynda's tied toes to the foot-board, and the other to link the
cords yoking her shoulders to the headboard. She left
Lynda a lot of wiggle room, but she wouldn't be rolling off the
Lynda, Gabby, and Kimberly watched as Alicia stepped into her
shoes... then shrugged on her jacket. She then pulled her
phone from her pocket and placed a call.
"Hi, Maggie," Alicia said into the phone. Apparently, her
call had been answered. "This is Alicia Riolobos.
Yes, Lynda's weekend guest. How are things in the dining
room? Good. I need a table for one in, say, five
minutes? Will that be possible?" Her smile
broadened. "Excellent. Yes, I did say for one.
I'm afraid Lynda is tied up at the moment and won't be joining
me. Thank you. 'Bye."
Gabby and Kimberly broke into gagged, giggling fits, but Lynda
managed to contain her reaction to a roll of her smiling blue
eyes. Alicia pocketed her phone, then strolled back to the
Alicia kissed Gabby's cheek, Kimberly's forehead, then sat on
the bed next to Lynda. "If you girls are good, I'll order
us a midnight snack." With that, she kissed Lynda's gagged
lips—or rather, kissed the square-inch of Elastoplast over the
rubber ball plugging Lynda's mouth—then reached down and clicked
the vibrator's switch to its lowest setting, "L," and stood.
Lynda stoically ignored the gentle buzz stimulating her pussy
and stared up at her Mistress-for-the-evening.
Alicia smiled down at Lynda, then mockingly shook her right
index finger. "Don't you dare cum until I return
and give you permission," she purred, then turned and left the
bedroom, closing the door behind her.
By this time sunset was either imminent or had just
passed. In any case, the light from the garden was
orange-tinted and dim, but it was still more than enough to let
Gabby and Kimberly enjoy the erotic spectacle of Mistress Lynda,
naked and stringently bound on her own bed, and trying her best
to ignore the vibrator buzzing between her legs.
returned to the bedroom in a little less than two hours, but by
that time night had fallen. She strolled to the bed and
clicked on the reading light on the bedside table.
The bondage was unchanged. No surprise there, as there
probably wasn't an escape artist on the planet who could have
freed herself from Alicia's cords and tape. It might not
have been the absolute neatest of rigging jobs, but in terms of
inescapably it was a ten out of ten.
Gabby and Kimberly were still at their posts. Apparently,
like Mistress Lynda, neither blonde was a super-Houdini.
Their eyes were on Lynda, which was entirely understandable.
Lynda's skin glistened with sweat, and a few strands of her
long, dark hair were plastered to her ball- and tape-gagged
face, and Alicia detected a hint of delicious desperation
in her blue eyes... maybe. It might have been wishful
thinking on Alicia's part. In any case, the vibrator was
still buzzing between her thighs and against her cord-cleaved
pussy. It was amazing.
"Did you cum, slave?" Alicia asked.
Lynda glared in response, which was also understandable, then
shook her head.
"Such a good slave," Alicia chuckled, then leaned close and
kissed Lynda's shining forehead. She then strolled to the
closest easy chair and began unbuttoning her jacket.
Lynda, Gabby, and Kimberly watched as Alicia continued
undressing. She stepped out of her heels, shrugged out of
her jacket, unzipped and pulled down her skirt, then unbuttoned
and removed her blouse. That left a pair of nude
stockings, white bikini-panties, a frilly white garter belt, and
a white bra. Granted, Alicia's lingerie were
old-fashioned, but Lynda had once remarked that she liked garter
belts, even though she seldom wore them herself. Alicia
removed her panties and bra, but left her stockings and garter
belt. She reached for the ceiling and executed a
back-arching, fully-body stretch... then strolled into the
There was a pause... the captives-of-the-bed heard the toilet
flush, there was another pause... then they heard water splash
in the sink. Shortly thereafter, Alicia returned.
She untied the cords tethering Lynda's toe and shoulder bonds to
the bed, then climbed onto the bed and cuddled with her fellow
After hugging Lynda close for several seconds, Alicia peeled the
Elastoplast from her lower face, unbuckled the ball-gag and
re-buckled it on the strap's first hole, then plucked the rubber
sphere from Lynda's mouth and let it dangle from its now loose
strap around her neck. A kiss followed, a long, wet, deep
kiss. The vibrator continued buzzing on low and Gabby and
Kimberly continued watching The Greatest Show on Earth (or in
the bedroom, anyway).
Finally, Alicia broke the kiss, propped herself up on one elbow,
and began combing Lynda's tousled hair from her face.
Their breasts were in partial contact, as were their stomachs
and thighs, and Alicia could feel a little of the weak
vibrational energy continuously teasing Lynda's pussy.
"Guess what comes next?" she purred.
Lynda managed a weak smile. "I squirm between your legs
and lick your pussy."
Alicia's smile broadened. "Bingo. Such a clever
Lynda managed to suppress a smile, then pursed her lips in a
disapproving pout. "I could do a better job if you turned
off the wand," she suggested.
Alicia kissed Lynda's lips before answering. "I have every
confidence in your ability to ignore our little friend while you
service your mistress. And once I'm satisfied with your
efforts, you can reverse course, wiggle to the foot of the bed,
and do the same for Gabby and Kim. And then...
we'll see about turning the wand up to 'M' so you can join the
Lynda transfixed Alicia with her fiercest stare, then turned her
head and gazed back at the bound blondes. Bound as they
were, Gabby and Kimberly's pussies were easily within the range
of someone bound head to toe and lying on the bed, like Mistress
"Poor, helpless slaves," Alicia cooed. "Tied up and
helpless and unable to prevent someone from wiggling close and
licking their pussies."
Lynda gazed at Kimberly... and then Gabby. Both were
staring back. Their gags made their expressions slightly
difficult to read, but in Lynda's experienced opinion, they both
were more than a little aroused. Lynda's tongue and lips
were no strangers to either slave's pussy. A good mistress
is always generous, especially with trained, obedient,
devoted slaves. That said, the current situation was...
Lynda shivered in her incredible, inescapable bonds. The
vibrator teasing her crotch was a bit of a distraction, but she
knew she could handle the wand, and in any case, she wasn't
going to feel any relief until she'd followed Mistress Alicia's
orders. She managed to squirm, roll, and wiggle her way
down the bed. Alicia was helpful, in that she piled
pillows against the headboard, scooted up until she could rest
her head, shoulders, and back against the pillows, then lifted a
leg over Lynda's head and shoulders.
Lynda stole one last glance over her shoulder at Gabby, and the
blond trickster froze in her bonds, her eyes wide.
The message in Lynda's eyes was inescapable, like their
"This is all your fault," Lynda huffed, her fierce gaze
still transfixing Gabby. "I just have to decide if you
deserve epic punishment, lavish reward, or both."
"She's my slave now, Lynda," Alicia purred.
Lynda turned back to Alicia and managed a slightly chagrined
smile. "She is."
"She'll always love you," Alicia continued, "but she's mine,
"Agreed, Mistress Alicia." Lynda licked her lips, eyed
Alicia's tan thighs, black pubic bush, and glistening, flushed
pussy, then set to work.
Alicia gasped and a wave of pleasure shuddered
through her body in response to Lynda's first wet lick. It
was good to be a mistress, or rather, it was good to be
acknowledged as a mistress by Lynda. As for what would
happen tomorrow, immediately after she untied Lynda and the
watching (meaning leering) blondes lashed to the bedposts?
Tomorrow was another day.