It was taking all of Elyn’s self control not to jump up and down like a child and contain her excitement. She just absolutely couldn’t wait for them all to arrive. Aurora, her girlfriend, couldn’t help but find Elyn’s excitement adorable.

“This was a such a good idea, my dear,” Aurora said.

“Well, I thought so,” Elyn said. “Not sure everyone will agree with you, though.”

Elyn stood in front of a full length mirror and looked herself up and down, taking in the appearance of her ivory skin in the outfit. She wore a rather casual outfit this time. A matching red tank top and short, tight fitting skirt went along with a pair of flat sandals, which were also red. Everything went well with her short, thick orange hair and soft red eyes. Despite her casual appearance, she just knew she would love being tied up in this outfit.

Aurora stepped up behind her, placing an arm around her waist and resting her head on Elyn’s shoulder. For her part, the bronze skinned woman had taken a bit of a different approach. Tight, black leggings and a tight, cropped t-shirt that bore her midriff, coloured red. The shirt matched her high heels and made her stand equal to her tall girlfriend’s height. Elyn looked into the mirror, catching Aurora’s intense, brown eyes and marvelling at her gorgeous long, black hair.

“Worried about your appearance, my pretty?” Aurora asked.

“No, Mistress,” Elyn answered, smiling when the word ‘Mistress’ touched her lips. “I was just... wondering if I should change.”

“Elyn, my dearest dear... you’re the hottest woman in the world. You could wear a literal paper bag and you would set the world on fire with just one of those little hair flips... speaking of...”

Elyn obliged Aurora, putting on her best cocky smirk and tossing her bangs with one subtle swing of her head.

“Oh, it’s a shame we’re having company...” Aurora said. “I just want to tie you up so tight right now. And then... who knows. I may lose control of myself.”

“Oh, I would so love that, Aurora,” Elyn said. “But I do have the party to attend to.”

“Of course, my love. Of course. Just make sure to find me once we’ve started. I just need... to be near you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Elyn said with a giggle.

A loud knock at the door to Aurora’s Weston penthouse interrupted them and Elyn looked over her shoulder. “Someone’s here,” she said.

Aurora kissed Elyn at the base of the neck. “Mi flor perfecta...” Aurora said, allowing her full accent through. “Must you answer the door right away?”

Elyn felt herself practically melt, as she always did when Aurora spoke her flawless Spanish. Of course, it had been her first language when she was young. But living in the English speaking world made her lose her accent, for the most part, so she could flow between the languages without effort. A shiver ran up and down her spine when she felt Aurora kiss her neck again.

“They will wait... but I can’t be rude to my friends...”

“Mi dulce brisa otoñal... it is not rude. They must know that you have your hands full... querida de mi corazón...”

The breath left Elyn’s lungs as she heard the sultry words of her lover. She turned around to face her and planted her lips into Aurora’s leaning against the wall and letting Aurora press herself closer. They lost themselves for a long while, not knowing how long it had been with their lips locked together, when another knock at the door interrupted them.

“I really need to answer it... they might worry...” Elyn said, gently pushing Aurora’s head away and locking eyes with her.

“Your friends worry too much... but, all right. I know better than to keep you from them. And I would never keep my Elyn from her happiness.”

“Thank you... mon coeur...

“That’s French, my love. I must have you distracted,” Aurora said. “Though I do love the way that language tastes on your lips...”

Elyn stood up straight, gently pushing Aurora further back. “Quit talking like that. I might just cancel the whole party and take you to bed with all my rope and straps.”

Aurora smirked. “Why don’t you?”

“You want this party as much as I do. So we have to do it.”

As Elyn walked to the door, Aurora shrugged. “Well, you’ve got me there. All right. On with the party, then.”

She opened the door and smiled when she saw her favourite married couple standing in the hallway, stepping into the door to give them both a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s been so long, Artema!” she said.

“And Lanala, I missed that wonderful smile!”

The pair had come dressed for an occasion, it seemed. Both women were wearing short cocktail dresses and strappy heeled sandals.

Lanala’s dress was a sparkly black number with thin shoulder straps and a short skirt, revealing most of her shapely, elegant and well toned legs. Her sandals matched her pretty strawberry pink hair, tied back in an updo, and her orange eyes smiled at the sight of her longtime friend. With bronzed skin like Aurora, except maybe a little darker, Lanala truly was a beautiful woman and Elyn couldn’t help but smile when she noticed Artema unable to take her eyes off her wife.

Artema’s dress didn’t sparkle like Lanala’s but it was made of a pretty, shimmering fabric and coloured bright white. It had thicker shoulder straps than Lanala’s dress but it showed off her impressive, muscular physique and the purple heeled sandals that matched her long, braided hair just made her even taller. Already an impressive height, the woman that most people described as ‘Amazonian’ towered over even her very tall wife, unable to tear her bright green eyes from the low neckline on Lanala’s dress.

“Artema... you’re staring, dear,” Lanala said with a giggle.

“Um... what?” Artema said, looking up into Lanala’s eyes. “Oh. Right. Sorry but I can’t help it. Ever since we left home... what a great idea to dress up like this. Although...” Artema took a glance at Elyn and Aurora inside the penthouse apartment. “Maybe we’re a bit overdressed.”

“I did say to wear whatever. And I really meant it! After all, we’ve all got to look good tied up, right?”

Artema smirked. “You and your crazy ideas...” she said. “What an idea for a party.”

“It is so very... me, though. Isn’t it?”

“To the core,” Lanala said, grinning.

Elyn stepped aside and allowed the two of them inside. But before she could close the door, someone else came in behind them from the hallway and Elyn couldn’t help the excited squeal that escaped her lips.

“Celia! Oh, you’re just adorable!”

Celia met Elyn in the doorway and allowed the taller woman to scoop her up in a big hug. She returned the embrace and giggled at Elyn’s excitement.

Celia had chosen to arrive in a pretty, light brown blouse with sleeves stretching just past the shoulders and a black, pleated skirt that rested about six inches above Celia’s knees. It matched the black flats she wore as well and, with her long, brown hair tied back in a cute ponytail coupled with her healthy, pale skin and pale blue eyes, the small, lithe woman was an adorable sight.

“Thanks,” Celia said, stepping back from Elyn’s embrace. “But look at you! Super casual and still gorgeous! You really ought to consider some kind of modelling career. You’d be super rich in no time!”

“No way. You all need me. I can’t just leave to go off and be super hot AND famous. I’ll just stick to being super hot.”

Celia giggled again. “And you’re as modest as ever. It’s good to see you again. I really look forward to this party.”

“I knew you would. You were the first person I thought of when I came up with the idea.”

“So... do I have to wait for everyone to get here or can I start tying myself up yet?” Celia asked with a wide grin.

“Best to wait so I can lay down the ground rules. All right?”

Celia nodded. “Okay. I can wait.”

Celia stepped inside, giving Lanala and Artema both big hugs, as well as exchanging hesitant pleasantries with Aurora. They had gotten along well enough ever since Aurora and Elyn had gotten together but it would definitely take some getting used to for Celia to understand that Aurora was a friend now. But she would, in time. She just knew she would.

Elyn didn’t close the door just yet as she heard several voices amicable chatting in the hallway, getting louder, and coming to the door of Aurora’s penthouse.

Luna and Mirelle walked, hand in hand, but Mirelle let her go and bounded up to Elyn, throwing her arms around Elyn’s shoulders.

“Elyn! How are you?” she asked as Elyn caught her. Looking over Mirelle’s shoulder, she caught the cold eye of Luna, Mirelle’s girlfriend, and could almost feel the icy daggers in her glare.

“I’m doing well, Mirelle,” she said.

Mirelle had left her perfect, mint green hair down and below her shoulders. Her gentle red eyes looked up at Elyn’s as she pulled back. The shorter woman had perfect pale skin and her choice of outfit was suitably, well, her. It was a dark green dress, with its skirt resting just above her knees. It was a casual summer dress with short, tight sleeves stopping just above her elbows. The sleeves themselves, as well as the shoulders, were all a gentle, earthy brown colour. This matched her dark brown, flat sandals. The warm weather seemed to encourage a theme among the crew.

As the two parted, Elyn noticed the adorable brown bow in Mirelle’s hair and just about squealed again, just as she did with Celia. “Oh, Mirelle... you’re as cute as you’ve always been.”

“Aww, thanks,” Mirelle said. “But, look! Luna’s totally way cuter!”

A cocky, almost antagonistic smirk crossed Elyn’s lips as she and Luna met eyes. Reluctantly, Luna held out a hand to her. “Hey,” she said.

“Hi,” Elyn replied, shaking Luna’s hand. In truth, Mirelle may have been right. Usually, Luna had long, straight hair done up in a braid like Artema. This time, however, her pale blue hair had been curled so that it was wavy and it shone, contrasting against her dark, ebony skin. Though the coldness was still in her pale grey eyes, seeing her long, now wavy hair combined with her outfit was quite a sight for Mirelle’s tall girlfriend.

A tight fitting, sleeveless shirt, coloured an even lighter blue than her hair, matched the tight, short skirt she wore that stopped well above her knees. Her long, pretty legs were only further accentuated by the low cut, heeled boots she wore though they were coloured dark blue.

“I like what you’ve done with your hair,” Elyn said.

Luna hadn’t expected a genuine compliment from Elyn. It seemed like her life’s mission to try and get under Luna’s skin. But this caught her off guard.

“Um... thanks,” Luna said.

Elyn smirked. “That’s a great outfit, too. Killer boots.”

Luna sighed. “Okay. What’s your game?”

Elyn chuckled and the smirk on her face just seemed to get more cocky. “What are you talking about?”

“Where’s the snarky comment? The name-calling?”

“Why, Luna, I think you have me mistaken for somebody else. I would never dream of doing that to you.”

Luna shook her head and even she couldn’t help the smile that played at her lips. “You can’t pretend to take the high road, Elyn.”

“I always take the high road,” Elyn replied. They were both silent for a time before Elyn spoke up again. “Moon girl.”

With a chuckle, Luna patted Elyn on the shoulder as she walked past, arm in arm with Mirelle. “Never change, Fire Witch.”

The two of them walked together into the penthouse and let the last two reach the doorway. Elyn and Taria shared a gentle hug and a smile.

“Hey, you,” Elyn said.

“Elyn,” Taria said, nodding. “Hell of an idea you’ve got here.”

Taria, the dark-skinned, lithe and well toned woman, stood a fair bit shorter than Elyn. She had sharp, angry purple eyes and shoulder length, dark blue hair. The bangs hung over one eye, giving her a certain allure and mystique to outside observers. Of course, people often looked at her anyway as she always was very pretty. Elyn thought so anyway.

She wore a bit of a different outfit this time. A black tank top, her blue and white scarf draped loosely around her neck, and a tight pair of dark green short shorts went along with her strappy, thong sandals. The outfit showed off Taria’s very well shaped arms and legs and quite impressive musculature. Although, the woman beside her did rather dwarf her, Elyn’s oldest friend was just as impressive as ever.

Elyn whistled when she looked the woman beside Taria up and down.

“Damn, Meryn. You’ve been working out. So how many girls are falling all over themselves to get to you?”

Meryn looked unfazed by Elyn’s comment. In truth, she always looked unfazed. She and Taria were quite alike in that way, though Taria certainly showed her temper far more often.

Tall and thin, yet still impressively muscular, Meryn was in peak physical condition. Of course, she had to be. But that was a whole different story.

Her bobbed, red hair and beautiful, golden eyes were enough to attract people to her rather square yet slender and pretty face. But her body was something else as well. Thick, muscular arms, shapely, strong legs and an incredible core with a full on six pack abdomen, Meryn looked every bit the super athlete she had become. And she had come dressed for a workout, apparently.

A tight, spandex cropped tank top that showed off her midriff and abs adorned her chest. It was black but had yellow striping along the edges. Tight short shorts, matching the colour scheme, clung to her upper thighs. The fingerless gloves she wore also matched the colour scheme and went with the low cut, black running shoes on her feet.

“No time for that,” Meryn said. “I’ve been, well... busy.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve seen you, out and about, running around in your tight clothes. So much so I think Aurora’s jealous.”

“Well... glad you’re keeping tabs on me. And it’s good to see you.”

“Glad you could take the time to come to my little soiree. I’m surprised to see you two, actually. You’re not normally into this stuff too much.”

“It was her that convinced me,” Taria said, folding her arms, and pointing to Meryn with her thumb. “There’s a mean competitive streak in this one.”

“Oh?” Elyn asked.

Meryn shrugged. “I put a bet on it. First one to escape has to buy the other dinner. A fancy one, too. Expensive.”

“Really? So... are you two planning a date or....?”

“Nah, nothing like that,” Taria said. “I get the feeling Meryn’s got her eyes on someone else anyway.”

Taria’s eyes drifted behind Elyn when she finished speaking and settled on Celia’s pretty face, sliding down to her nice thighs and legs... before giving her head a shake.

“So do you, apparently,” Elyn said, taking notice. “But you two would make one amazing couple. I’m just saying.”

Meryn furrowed her brow. “What? Me... and her? No way.”

“Yeah, there’s no way,” Taria echoed. “I think she’s too good a friend to think of that way.”

“Agreed,” Meryn said. “Taria’s too valuable as an ally and training partner. Romantic feelings would just complicate that.”

Taria nodded her agreement and they both turned to Elyn.

“Ah well. If that’s the way you feel... all right. Welcome, then. Go on inside and I’ll lay down the ground rules. Okay?”

Both women agreed and stepped inside, exchanging pleasant greetings with everyone, though they were a little colder with Aurora. But everyone understood why and that Aurora had a lot of work to do if she was to earn everyone’s trust.

Elyn stepped inside, cleared her throat, and got everyone’s attention.

“Everyone! Eyes over here, please!” she said.

The eyes of eight women were upon her by the front door, now finally shut again behind her. She smiled wide and blew a kiss to the back of the room to Aurora, who playfully caught it in her hand.

“Thanks for coming out to my little party,” she began. “I know it was a... unique idea. But you know we’re going to have a great time! And when everyone is free, we have plenty of food and drinks in the kitchen. You’ll need your carbs after all that struggling!”

Pausing for a moment, Elyn spoke again, clear and loud enough for all to hear.

“I do have a few rules, though. Just to make things a little extra fun. Rule 1: No magic. It’s cheating, in this case. I know it’s not super powerful here in Weston but I think we all know the stuff Lanala is capable of.”

“Hey!” Lanala said, protesting. Though she had a smile on her face. “Don’t be racist against Mageians just because we’re powerful!”

“I assure you, there is no prejudice involved,” Elyn said, though she knew Lanala didn’t mean it. “But magic would make things too easy. I want everyone to use nothing but their wits and super hot bodies to get themselves out.”

Everyone agreed to that, though there wasn’t much any of them could do anyway in terms of magic. Elyn continued.

“My only other rule: No outside help. You have to tie yourselves up and make it so that you can’t get out without outside help. So... you’re all on your own. That doesn’t mean you have to stay away from each other. But you can’t help each other get out.”

“Um... that sounds a bit dangerous, Elyn,” Artema said. “What if no one can escape?”

“I’ve set up a message to go out to Jonas automatically after twelve hours if I don’t disable it before then. And wouldn’t that be a sight for him.”

“Okay... At least that’s sorted out.”

“So... how would we escape?” Celia asked.

“Well, ideally, you won’t,” Elyn said. “At least, I hope I won’t, anyway. But some of us are better at escaping than others so there’s a good chance at least one of us will get out. Though make it a challenge. It’s no fun without a challenge, is it? I won’t wait twelve hours, either. If anyone escapes before then, they’ll let us all out after say... eight hours? Is everyone good with that?”

The women agreed, most a bit reluctantly, others more enthusiastically. But everyone was excited for a nice relaxing time in bondage, either way.

“Great!” Elyn said. “Now, between Aurora and I, we have enough restraints and gags to tie up a whole platoon. So you’ll have your pick of the litter. Whatever position, restraints and gags are the most comfy to you, or if you’re feeling daring and want to try something wild, there are no limits there. Go nuts! And, most of all, have fun!”

Elyn directed the women to the two large chests in the middle of the room and let them all have first choice while she and Aurora waited and just held each other close. With everyone having decided what to tie and gag themselves with and how to tie themselves, they both moved in and made their choices. Now everyone was busy getting themselves tied up. Elyn knew then that her idea was probably the best one she had ever had. And it would be a good day of bondage spent with all of her friends. She couldn’t think of anything better.

...

The penthouse was mostly silent now, save for the sounds of some mewling or grunting. And quite a bit of giggling and happy moaning as well. But no real communication could pass between the nine women now tightly bound and gagged in Aurora’s penthouse apartment.

Some of them had paired up to enjoy each other’s company but they stayed true to Elyn’s rules and didn’t try to help each other escape. It had already been an hour and nobody had even come close to escaping. Of course, quite a few of them weren’t really trying.

Artema had opted for a tight hogtie that took a lot of strength and flexibility. Lanala had just stared and watched her at first, all sorts of thoughts dancing through her head as she watched Artema tie herself up.

Rope encircled her ankles and above and below her knees, holding her strong, muscular legs together. Using Elyn’s trick of tying coils and then slipping them on above and below her breasts, Artema tucked her arms into the loops tied just tight enough, cinching them with additional rope to hold them in place. Finally, with one final rope tied in a sort of self tightening noose, Artema slid her hands through individual loops, pulled them tight with her ankles, and the even locked on a pair of thumbcuffs for good measure.

Before she had started, Artema had also chosen to wear a pink ball gag that matched the colour of her wife’s hair. Being the masterful escape artist that she was, Artema had to test her bonds and found they held on very tight as she struggled. The thumb cuffs would make it nigh on impossible for her to pull her hands apart to loosen the rope she had tightened around her wrists. Although, with her strength, anything was possible. Artema knew she stood the best chance of escaping of all of them. But, for the moment, she didn’t even want to try.

With her head laying on Lanala’s lap, sighing into her gag, Artema felt completely at peace. For her part, Lanala decided to make things a little easier to get into. Using white leather straps, Lanala tied her legs together at the ankles and just above the knees on her thighs. She also had to borrow one of Elyn’s tricks by tightening two more straps above and below her breasts leaving them loose enough to slip her arms into. Once they were in place, she tightened each one so they wouldn’t slide down and they pinned her arms to her sides. Keeping things easy, Lanala locked her wrists behind her back into a pair of handcuffs. Elyn had mentioned that the keys to all of her cuffs were hidden somewhere but she would never tell where. But, for now, that suited Lanala just fine.

Watching her wife snuggle up closer to her thighs, still laying her head on Lanala’s lap, just made her fall in love with Artema all over again. She sighed into her gag, a thick leather panel with a soft, spongy padding that slipped into and filled her mouth, strapping on behind her head.

Lanala struggled a bit with the handcuffs, desperately wanting to stroke Artema’s beautiful hair or caress her perfect face but... she was firmly stuck. And with the weight of her wife’s head on her lap, Lanala couldn’t go anywhere if she wanted to.

It was fun for her to try and struggle and she occasionally made little whimpers or soft calls for help to get Artema’s attention or make her giggle. In that moment, however, Lanala felt content to just let time pass them by and enjoy themselves. This was exactly the sort of relaxation they had both had in mind when they went into this temporary retirement. And she was glad for the time spent in good company, tied up and gagged beside the love of her life, with no threat or present danger.

“Mmmpphh....” they both sighed, closing their eyes, and letting everything wash away into the ether of their minds as they simply enjoyed the pleasure of bondage.

Across the room, another happy couple playfully struggled back and forth, pretending to scowl and struggle and just giggling away into their gags.

Mirelle and Luna were pretending to be captives to one another. They had discussed what they would do beforehand and they decided it would be great fun to pretend that they were both powerful mages who specialized in rope magic or the like who tried to kidnap each other but they got the spells wrong and both wound up tied up and gagged.

Neither of them could stay in character long, chuckling away as they tried to feign defiance or pretend to be indignant and annoyed with one another.

“Mmmph!” Mirelle said, stamping her feet on the floor. Both of them giggled, Luna at the cute scowl on Mirelle’s face and Mirelle at her feeble attempt to be angry.

They both decided to be tied up in identical ways. Each chose the others colour of duct tape: Mirelle in blue and Luna in green. Both had their legs bound at the ankles, calves, above and below the knees and higher up on their thighs.

They couldn’t help each other into their bindings after that so they had to abandon the tape for their arms. Luckily, Elyn had leather straps of all size and colour and they found some that matched the tape. Elyn guided them both a bit, explaining how to get into the straps on their own, once again using her trick of sliding them on above and below their breasts to pin their arms in place. Finally, they both handcuffed their own wrists behind their back.

Their mouths were packed full with soft cloths and then they wrapped tape that matched their bindings over their mouths and around the back of their heads. They each did that first, of course, before they tied themselves up but now they were struggling away, pretending to glare and growl into their gags and playfully fight their restraints.

“Mmmmrrghh!!” Luna growled, wrinkling her nose and then unable to stifle laughter. Mirelle laughed with her, trying to get back into character.

She glared at her fiance, struggling hard and trying to shout into her gag. “Thmmph mmph ymmr fmmllt!”

Luna gasped and leaned back, unable to stop the smile crossing her gagged lips. “Mmm!? Hmm dmmr ymmm!? Ymm stmmrtmmd mmt!”

“Mmmrrphhh!” Mirelle said. “Mmmmph! Ymm wmmcmmph!”

Luna glared back at Mirelle, trying to think of something to say but then just burst out laughing, falling down onto the floor on her back. Mirelle laughed with her and purposefully fell beside her, snuggling up close to her side.

“Mmmpphh...” Mirelle sighed, laying her head on Luna’s shoulder.

Luna rested her head on top of Mirelle’s and let out a long, satisfied breath. The two then laid there, blissful in each other’s company, tightly tied up and gagged with no easy escape. Perhaps even no escape as Elyn hinted that even she might not remember where all her handcuff keys were.

Near to them, with her eyes on two other women, Celia sat quietly and didn’t bother struggling. It was a fascinating spectacle to watch Meryn and Taria struggle and try to win their little bet.

She had managed to tie herself up with rope. Aside from Elyn, Celia was perhaps the most experienced practitioner of self bondage in the group. She had learned how to make her rope ties inescapable though she always had a pair of scissors on hand at home to cut herself free. But there was no such item this time.

Much like Artema, Celia had chosen a hogtie to relax in. It was a simple one at that. One coil of rope around her arms, cinched with another rope to keep it from coming loose, and the same, simple self tightening noose with individual loops for her hands to slip through and tie her wrists to her ankles. She didn’t use any other ropes because she knew she wasn’t strong enough to loosen the slipknot she had tied. So Celia was stuck, with no other knots in reach, and no scissors to cut herself free. But she didn’t care too much. She always had fun when she tied herself up.

She chose her gag carefully as well, wanting to get one that went with her outfit. It was a harness ball gag with a black rubber ball to match at least one colour she wore. Now hogtied and ball gagged, Celia laid out on her belly, feet up in the air, ankles attached to her wrists, staring at the escape competition happening between the two most competitive women in the group.

She had to admit, Taria looked very good tied up. Her blue hair swaying, they way it obscured one of her pretty eyes just making all the more alluring... Celia paused for a moment. She had never thought of Taria like that before. What a weird and sudden change. But she realized then that the thought didn’t make her uncomfortable. She liked looking at Taria’s lithe, toned body, her rippled abs, the sweat glistening on her chest.... and now less pure thoughts were running through Celia’s mind so she stopped herself.

Perhaps it was the bondage doing things to her brain. Or maybe there was something behind it... She would have to talk to someone about it. Jonas might know a thing or two about Taria’s feelings.

For now, Celia went back to watching Meryn and Taria grunt and struggle furiously in their attempts to escape their self bondage.

They had both chosen plastic zip cuffs to restrain their wrists and ankles. With their wrists behind their backs, both women had also restrained her own arms with black leather straps framing their chests and keeping their arms pinned to their sides.

Both also chose to stuff their mouths with cloths and then tie on thick yet soft white cloths over their mouths. As if daring each other, they then took another cloth each and tied it on over their mouth and nose. Thoroughly gagged, tightly bound, and with no other tools at their disposal, both Meryn and Taria had made no progress toward escape.

When they had tightened the zip cuffs on over their wrists, both women realized that it would be close to impossible to slip out of them without some sort of cutting tool. So the struggles went on as Meryn tried to work her legs free in the hopes of standing up and searching the penthouse for something sharp. Taria tried working her arms free, trying desperately to shrug the straps off, thinking that would give her a chance to maybe work her hands to the front of her body.

The straps held on tight for Taria and Meryn simply couldn’t work her ankles free of the tight zip cuffs.

“MMMPPHH!!” Taria screamed in frustration, stamping her bound feet on the floor. Even when she tied herself up, she got herself all flustered and angry.

Meryn was less than pleased that she couldn’t escape either but she remained focussed and tried to use her strength and flexibility to her advantage.

With all of this going on, the party’s hostess had decided that she had no interest in escaping. From the beginning, she knew she would make her bondage inescapable and she would spend at least the full eight hours of the party tied up and gagged. She hoped no one would escape so it could last longer...

Bound in steel and leather, Elyn had gone all out in tying herself. Steel shackles held her ankles together by a very short chain and she even used thin chains and small locks to bind her elegant and pretty legs above and below the knees.

Another pair of heavy shackles held her wrists tightly together with a chain threaded through both her wrists and ankles, leaving her in a tight hogcuff position. Elyn had even managed to wrap an incredible length of thin chain around her arms tightly, being flexible enough to even put the lock on her back.

Her mouth was full with her largest ball gag. It was a massive red rubber ball 3 inches in diameter. With an added chin strap to hold it in place, Elyn was also blind to the world as a tight, latex hood covered her head and pushed the ball gag deeper into her mouth. The hood hugged to the contours of her pretty face and Elyn moaned and mewled in absolute bliss.

Her girlfriend and Mistress, Aurora, lay next to her and, even though she herself was bound and gagged, still managed to find a way to spank Elyn and rub her body all over.

Aurora went very simple. Leg irons for her ankles, handcuffs with her hands behind her back, and a leather strap to make things feel a little extra tight. Add in the harness muzzle gag and Aurora was completely silent, unable to escape, but having the time of her life.

Currently stroking Elyn’s thighs, she squeezed her rear end, eliciting a surprised and delighted squeal from her girlfriend. She responded by spanking her again as hard as she could while handcuffed. It maybe wasn’t quite as hard as either of them preferred but the pleasure of the sensation was enough for them.

“Mmmphh....” Elyn moaned.

“Mmmph,” Aurora replied. “Mmmr?”

They had grown used to hearing each other’s gagged speech and, even behind the muzzle gag, Elyn understood her Mistress’ words.

“Ymmpph...” Elyn said.

“Ymmph wmmt?” Aurora asked, a playfully stern tone to her voice.

“Ymmph Mmphtrmmph...” Elyn replied.

Aurora slapped Elyn’s rear end again and again while Elyn moaned and squealed in pleasure. When Aurora finally stopped, she cuddled in close to Elyn and pressed her body tight to Elyn’s side.

“Rlmmmnphh....” Aurora said in a calm, steady tone.

Elyn did as she was told, letting her muscles go limp and simply feeling the steel that held her captive. This party will be hard to top... she thought.

Then we’ll just have to do it again Aurora’s voice replied in her head.

Elyn smiled beneath the hood and behind the ball gag. Right. I forgot I did that. Connected us...

How could you forget, my pretty pet? Would you really forget your Mistress?

No... I’m just distracted. You are awfully close to me and it’s hard to remember my own name, let alone anything else. How would you feel with a super hot woman that close to you?

Elyn heard Aurora chuckle into her gag. Like the happiest girl in the world Aurora’s voice said in Elyn’s mind. Which I am. Forget super hot. You’re scorching. Hotter than the sun. Hottest woman in the world, I’d say.

Don’t I know it Elyn replied in her thoughts.

So... Aurora’s voice began. Are you going to tell them about the keys?

I can’t very well do that with this ball gag in my mouth.

True. But you could reach out to them. Tell even one of them that the keys... aren’t here.

Elyn giggled beneath the hood. That would ruin the surprise. I left a note in the kitchen, if any of them somehow escape. Then they’ll know about the whole mailing thing. They won’t be here till morning.

Twelve hours from now Aurora’s voice said.

Well, less than that now. But I have no idea how long it’s been.

Does it matter?

Elyn smiled again, around the ball gag. No. It doesn’t.

And you know what else?

What? Elyn thought.

I can’t wait until they find out about the scissors and side cutters, too.

A low chuckle erupted from behind Elyn’s huge ball gag. Might be fun to hear Taria’s reaction.

It really was a genius idea to take all that stuff and have it mailed here for tomorrow morning. You’re so smart, Elyn.

Well... I do have many great ideas.

Both of their minds went quiet as Aurora pressed in closer to her girlfriend, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh. With all means of escape gone from the penthouse, they were all very much stuck. It would be up to Jonas to get them all out. Or, maybe, Artema would get out. If Elyn banked on anyone escaping it would be her. Either way, it would be a long time before she was released from her chains. And that suited Elyn just fine.