Noting the touch of birdsong in the air, Princess Rose, the Princess of Bondage, wandered happily through the park, enjoying the warm spring air. She smiled to herself as she looked around, looking at the verdant trees, the budding flowers, and the new life that showered the park in colour.

The Princess was dressed up, as she usually was, in a long, pink frilly outfit, with the skirt reaching her ankles. Her pressed blouse had short sleeves and a high collar with a red, frilly tie and white corset around her slender waist. A pink bonnet rested atop her head, covering part of her shoulder length, black hair.

Piercing blue eyes watched the sky around her as she walked along, white tights covering her legs, pink Mary Jane shoes on her feet.

The Princess of Bondage stopped for a moment to take in the smells around her. The Freshly blooming flowers, the distinct scent of grass clippings, the gentle, cooling touch of a spring breeze, and the sickly sweet aroma of... chloroform?

Wait... someone was pressing a cloth to her face! And a strong grip held her around the waist, while the damp cloth was pressed over her mouth and nose. Princess Rose gave an effort to fight back but, really, this was a common occurrence for one such as her. It seemed being the Princess of Bondage meant she quite often found herself the victim of such kidnapping schemes.

The person behind her said nothing, just holding the cloth to her face, and Princess Rose breathed in, making a token effort of fighting back against her mystery captor. But she gradually started to feel weaker until, finally, the fumes from the wet cloth overtook her and she succumbed to a peaceful sleep.

...

Princess Rose's eyes fluttered open and her vision was groggy when she finally awoke. A muffled voice caught her attention and she tried her best to clear her senses and reach up to rub her eyes... but her arms wouldn't move.

Taking in her situation, Princess Rose realized she was tied up. Ropes encircled her ankles, over her skirt, and also wrapped her legs at the knees. She was sitting in a chair, more rope over her lap, tying her down to the chair. Yet another wrapped her waist, holding her to the back of the chair. Her ankles, tied as they were, were also pulled back underneath the chair, and tied off to a supporting rung, leaving only the toes of her shoes touching the floor.

Further rope bound her arms, pinning them to her sides, a thick coil wrapping her up from elbows to shoulders, also tying her to the back of the chair. Finally, her wrists were tied behind the back of the chair, held in place by the rope around her waist, and further anchored to the back rung.

"Mmmpphh!" Princess Rose said, realizing that her voice had been muffled. A cloth had been stuffed in her mouth, with another pulled tightly over her mouth and nose, her usual classic over-the-nose gag she noticed.

Finally, that was when she noticed where the other muffled voice had come from.

Beaming at her, eyes smiling, a familiar cat-girl friend of hers sat in a chair, tied identically to Princess Rose.

"Mmmrrmm!" Princess Rose said, giggling.

It was Miriam, a friend and frequent partner in her bondage escapades. The cat-girl wore her usual outfit, a purple sweater, with a blue, cut-off tanktop on top of that. Denim short-shorts, black leggings and purple sandals completed her outfit.

She was bound and gagged the exact same way as Rose and smiled at her beneath her gag. Rose smiled back and giggled behind her gag. These two were very familiar with kidnappings of this variety. Whoever had taken them had dragged them back to this room, an empty storage room somewhere, and left them tied to chairs. And their goal for this was simple. Leave these two girls to struggle and enjoy their bondage predicaments.

Princess Rose got to work doing just that, happily wriggling in her bonds, shuffling her bound legs, trying to kick out, tugging on her tied wrists, flexing her arms, and getting nowhere fast. Miriam, beside her, was doing much the same.

"Mmmm mmmppphh!" Rose said, giggling again. To her, this was all too much fun.

She writhed and wriggled, bucked and thrashed around, the ropes holding her and keeping her helpless. And she couldn't control her gleeful giggling as she struggled.

The struggling went on for hours and hours, the two damsels remaining helplessly tied, gagged, and loving every second of it. They took it in turns to yell and giggle, muffled by their identical gags.

Princess Rose, the Princess of Bondage, could not have thought up a better way to spend this lovely spring day. From a nice walk in the park, to getting kidnapped, tied up and left to enjoy her struggle, it could not have been better for her.

And so the struggle went on, Princess Rose beside her friend Miriam, giggling and struggling the day away.