Chapter One
Kim Hinton was a beautiful and vivacious blonde. With her twinkling blue eyes and
flashing smile, she easily made friends with everyone she met. Who could resist her
personality and wit?
Her clothes were the latest fashion, and she always had lots of money to spend on
her friends. And friends were something she had lots of, and she continually made more.
For some reason, Kim seemed attracted mainly to young women. Oh, she had
boyfriends, one or two on a semi-regular basis, but if she were going to lunch or going
shopping, she would surround herself with some of the most beautiful and sexy women
about.
In the cafes and restaurants she frequented, it was noted by some of the regulars
that her cortège of friends seemed to change every couple of weeks. She would
bring her beautiful friends with her. They would be the center of attention of course.
Perhaps they would come back once or twice with her, but never more than that. Soon she
would come bustling in with a new group of friends.
Kim was what the slavers called “bait.”
“Come with us.”
“I can’t. I have other plans.”
“Well, cancel.”
“I can’t,” she said sadly, shaking her head.
Karla Smith sat back in her chair with her arms folded across her chest.
“What could be more important than a sale on shoes at the Shoe Boutique?”
Kim looked down at her drink, stirring slowly with the swizzle stick. She knew how
to pique interest. The key was not to be too anxious to provide information.
“I-I can’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Why wouldn’t we?” demanded Lauren. She considered the blonde to be her best
friend, and yet she would have to admit that she knew little about her.
“I don’t…you would have to come to see to understand.”
“Then we go shopping?”
Kim looked up with an adorable half-smile. “Then we go shopping.”
The shop was one they had passed often in their excursion about town. No one paid
any attention to it. The windows had white curtains with valences. A sign above the door
stated simply that it was “Linda’s boutique.” Nothing on the exterior gave any indication
what kind of business it was.
The two beautiful brunettes peeked through the window before entering. The
interior looked…cozy.
“Oh, I was afraid you were going to cancel.”
A brunette rose from behind a desk. She laid her knitting down before coming
around the desk.
“And you brought friends. Hello, I’m Linda Lahore.”
“I’m Karla Smith.”
“And I am Lauren Packard.”
“Are they…? She asked Kim.
“No they are just stopping by with me. We are going shopping.”
“Shopping! Oh, how nice. I am certain you will want to hurry then. We don’t want
your friends to wait too long. Why don’t you all have a seat?”
The proprietress of the shop wore an ankle length print dress, white and yellow
daisies against a pink background. The hem, cuffs and neckline were all lined with dainty
white ruffles. She looked extremely demure.
Expecting to be bored, the two sat down. On a coffee table before them held a
small stack of fashion magazines. Each picked up and began to thumb through it.
“Hey! Look at this!”
“Ohhhh. I wonder if they make that in blue?”
Linda emerged from the back about 20 minutes later. She smiled politely at the
two.
“I hope you don’t mind waiting, but I do believe in giving my clients their entire
session.” She chuckled once. “After all, they paid for it.”
Both young women returned to the magazines. In a couple minutes, Karla tossed hers
on the table. Instead of choosing another, she sat back and asked the inevitable
question.
“Just what kind of therapy is Kim getting?”
“Its private. A relaxation therapy. Quite the rage.”
Linda immediately returned to her knitting. The key was to give just enough
information to pique their curiosity. Let them take the lead.
Now it was Lauren’s turn. Looking up from the magazine she asked, “Just what kind
of relaxation therapy is this?”
“I’m sorry, but it is quite private. Kim has been my client for over a year now
and I respect her privacy.”
She flashed a “kiss off” smile before returning to her knitting.
“Is it kind of like aroma therapy? Remember Cathy…?”
“Yeah, she had that…”
“In that little shop…”
“Over near the town square.”
Linda looked across the room, pouting as she drew her eyebrows down to give the
impression she was deep in thought.
“I guess there are similarities. The therapy I administer to my clients addresses
the senses and aroma therapy does the same, only…” She ended the sentence with a shrug as
she return to her knitting. The item she knitted might become a scarf if she worked on it
enough. She only knitted when she had prospective victims in the office.
“Could we see Kim? Can we see what kind of therapy she is undergoing?”
“Yeah, can we see her?”
“I really respect the privacy of my clients, but since she brought the two of you
here – let me go back and ask her.”
Linda disappeared through a door leading to the back. Near the back of the
building she opened the door marked “Therapy Room C.” Kim looked up when she heard the
door open. Linda gave her the “okay” sign.
She waited a minute in the hall to make it appear that she had removed Kim’s gag to
talk to her. She had discovered long ago that details were the key to a successful
operation.
“She is not very communicative right now, but she did saw it was okay for you to
take a look at her. I must get your assurances that neither of you tell anyone, what you
are about to see.”
“I promise.”
“I promise.”
Linda felt certain neither of the two intended her keep her promise. As soon as
each knew what kind of therapy their blonde friend allegedly was undergoing, they would
blab it to all their friends and acquaintances, and maybe even a few perfect strangers.
She led them down the hall. At the door she paused to repeat her warning.
“Remember, you promised not to tell anyone what you see.”
The two nodded in agreement and they murmured worthless assurances.
Linda flipped the door open to admit them. Karla was the first through. She took
a few steps before she saw her friend.
“My stars!”
“What? Kim?”
“It’s called bondage therapy,” Linda said as she brushed past them to move to the
other side of Kim. The two women followed. The closer they came to Kim, the harder it
was for her to see them.
“What is this?”
“Bondage therapy.”
“Bondage therapy?”
“What?” (Karla was the smarter of the two, but not by much.)
Kim lay face down on the floor in a very strict hogtie. It had taken Linda 20
minutes to bind her so the bondage appeared to be as strict as it was.
The beautiful blonde had stripped down naked before donning the sandals with the
six-inch stiletto heels. She had done this so often that she had no trouble walking
around in them. Though she usually was hogtied on the floor, once or twice she had been
bound so she could move about. The ability to walk in those impossibly high heels made
the whole story so much more credible.
She turned her back toward Linda so the brunette could tie her hands behind her
back. This all had to be realistic so the mistress took no shortcuts. The blonde stood
with her wrists together, her hands formed into fists. Linda looped the first rope
several times about her wrists. Changing the direction of both ends, she cinched these
with four more loops before tying a knot.
This left Kim helpless. Because of the great risk to her continued freedom, she
demanded (and received) a significant fee for allowing herself to be bound.
Linda turned her attention to the blonde’s upper arms. The first rope encircled
her upper arms, passing across her chest above her large bosom. Before tying a knot, she
passed one end under each arm to cinch those loops. The second rope repeated the actions
of the first; only it went below those large mounds. As with the first rope, she cinched
it before tying a knot. A final rope went about the blonde’s waist, securing her hands
against her back so she could not move them at all.
“Okay,” was the only word mistress had to say to get Kim to move. The mat was at
the far end of the room. She knelt facing the door. This was the place where she would be
when her two victims, uh, friends, came to see her.
First through, Linda had to put the ballgag in the blonde’s mouth. Kim opened her
jaws wide when she saw the woman pull it out. The rubber ball was large, but no so large
that it would not easily fit between her jaws. Linda moved around the kneeling woman.
Kim leaned forward to help as the brunette pushed her long hair from her shoulders.
Gravity carried it down, exposing the back of her neck. Linda buckled the ends together.
Kim then turned about before sliding her legs out before her. She now sat with her
back to the door.
Linda moved across the room to a cupboard to get two more ropes. She dropped one
on the floor next to the blonde’s knees. She knelt with the other. In the same manner
that she had tied the blonde’s wrists, she now tied her ankles. The first rope went about
her lower thighs at the knee. She cinched it, leaving the blonde’s thighs pressed tightly
together. The next rope went about her ankles. Her ankles touched, as did the gentle
swell of her calves. When Linda finished with her, Kim could not run off.
“Okay,” she said as she started to rise. “On your front.”
She watched to ensure that Kim obeyed. Their business relationship existed only as
long a Kim did as she was ordered. At the slightest hesitation, Linda intended to slap a
slave collar about her neck. She was certain the blonde did not know that.
Linda retrieved another rope from the cupboard, this one a little longer than the
others. Again she knelt next to the beautiful blonde. Carefully she threaded one end
under a couple loops of the set nearest the blonde’s head. With her right hand, she
pulled Kim’s feet up so the soles of the sandals pointed toward the ceiling. The mistress
pushed the working end of the rope between the blonde’s shins. Passing it over those
loops binding her ankles, she brought it forward to the rope where the other end was tied.
Again she passed an end of the rope under two loops. As she pulled, she pushed the
captive’s feet down toward her arms. She tied the end to those two loops before running
it to the rope about her ankles where she tied it once again.
Kim was incapable of escaping this bondage. The assorted ropes kept her arms and
legs immobile, while the knots were positioned where she could not reach them.
Lauren dropped to her knees just inches from the blonde’s face.
“Kim, do you enjoy this?”
The blonde knew how to answer the question. She looked puzzled, as though she
could not understand why someone would ask that question. As she had a dozen times
before, she nodded enthusiastically.
The two young women slowly moved about their friend to get the best view possible
of her bondage. They had seen slave girls bound before. It was a common sight here in
Nimrod, the capital of the kingdom. Still, they had never before seen a free woman bound,
freely, or her own desire. They knew there was private clubs that catered to this. Some
of their own friends whispered what they had done.
But they had never seen it themselves. Slowly the two moved about the captive
blonde to enjoy her bondage from every possible angle.
“Please, you have to go now. Part of the therapy is being alone.”
Linda moved toward the door. The two were hesitate in leaving.
“Why does she do this?”
“There is a sense of contentment that can only come from being helpless.”
The two exchanged looks.
“A sense of…contentment?”
“Sure. You have to experience it to understand it.”
Linda had led them almost to the door to the outer room when she stopped suddenly
and turned.
“Would you like to try our sampler? Usually there is a six pfenning fee, but since
you are waiting for Kim anyway, you could try it for free?”
“You want to tie us up?”
“Oh, no. Not ropes. Ropes give tightness. You have to work up to that. Kim has
been doing them for a year. It took several months for her to reach the level where she
can achieve contentment with all those tight ropes on her.”
“The sampler is a singleglove. Nothing more. No gags. No chains on your feet. It
is perfectly safe,” she lied. “Would you like to try it?”
The two looked at one another. They wanted to impress Kim. They said nothing, but
raised and lowered eyebrows as they communicated silently. It was something they could
boast about to their friends, even if they never did it again.
“No ropes.”
“Just a singleglove. I put it on you in one of the treatment rooms so no one will
know what is going on. After I release Kim, I release you. At no charge. I usually
charge six pfennings for a sampler,” she repeated.
Six pfennings was not much, but the two saw a deal when they heard it.
“Okay.”
“Yeah,” Karla echoed with a nod.
“Why don’t you go back out there and wait, while I take care of your friend,” she
said to Lauren with a smile that was too polite. “Then I will come to get you.”
Lauren returned to the waiting room. She sat staring at the door for a minute
before rummaging through the magazines in search of one she had not read. Finding one,
she flipped through a few pages before tossing it on the table.
Allowing herself to be bound, that was a novel idea. She knew there were private
clubs that did stuff like that. They all were licensed and certified by some board, or so
they advertised. They had all these restrictions for protection of their clients. Once
they had a woman bound and gagged, there was nothing to stop them from putting a collar on
her and selling her as a slave girl.
Linda had made no assurances about any protection. Still, Kim had allowed herself
to be bound. She had been bound much more strictly than what the woman was going to do to
them, still – to allow herself to be bound…
Suddenly Linda appeared in the open doorway.
Next!” she said with a cheerful smile.
Slowly the beautiful brunette came to her feet.
“Can I see Karla?”
“I’m afraid not. Part of the therapy is the complete isolation that goes along
with the bondage.” She continued to talk as she walked down the hall. “It would lose the
effect of helplessness because she knew you could set her free.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
Linda smiled politely again. “Every woman asks this question the first time. I
let you go. Not every woman can take it.”
She paused to open a door with a tag on it marked “Therapy Room B.” The beautiful
woman looked in before venturing in.
There was little to the room. There were four walls, a floor and a ceiling,
nothing else. The walls appeared to be regular walls. If she screamed, someone outside
could hear her. She repeated this to her again and again as she followed the brunette
into the room.
Linda stepped past her to close the door. When she did, Lauren saw the black
leather singleglove hanging from a peg on the wall.
“Here, put your arms together behind your back. This singleglove is easy to get
on. I have a more complicated one with lacings and locks, but I use this kind for the
sampler.”
Lauren made no movement to do what Linda wanted. Linda smiled. She knew to take
her time.
She let the brunette look at it before she made any effort to put it on her.
Lauren felt the leather, and then turned it over to look at the other side. The
singleglove was a cylinder, or perhaps more appropriately a cone, of black leather. A
heavy zipper allowed the woman to open it. A pair of black leather straps dangled down
from the open top.
“Ready?”
“Okay. What do it do?” the woman asked, hesitation ringing through each word.
“Clasp your hands behind your back and face away from me. I will do the rest.”
That was simple enough to do. Lauren looked over her left shoulder as she felt the
leather slid up her arms. Her shoulder length dark hair kept her from seeing much. Linda
stopped when she had the upper edge at the brunette’s upper arms. She pulled the zipper
up, stopping a few inches from the top. The spreading of her upper arms caused the
tightness of the zipper to hold the single glove in place.
Linda then passed one strap over Lauren’s right shoulder, across her chest above
her bosom and down under her left arm. The strap ended in a metal hook that she attached
to a ring on the side of the singleglove. After repeating the process with the other
strap, she pulled the leather bondage device up the remainder of the way. She pulled the
zipper up the rest of the way. She passed a leather strap across the tab. The end slid
through a metal ring. The pressure of the strap on the tab kept it in the “down”
position, so it would not open on its own.
“All right. I will be back for you when it’s time to release Kim.”
Without giving the woman the chance to back out, she stepped through the doorway,
pulling the door shut behind her.
When she heard door close, Lauren turned. The door could be locked or it might
not. Either way, she could not open it from this side. The heavy leather covering her
arms made it impossible for her to turn the knob.
She was trapped.
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