Andrew Lackey couldn't wait to get home, nearly vibrating on the bus seat as he thought of the freedom he now had. Parents away on some couple vacation for nearly a month. His nosy, bossy older sister also out of the picture for something or other. Three whole weeks to himself, to do whatever he wanted. A fine way to spend the last summer month before shipping off to university.

He jogged home, to find the homestead as empty as his parents had promised. A small note, with some extra cash, had been left for him on the dining room table. He flipped the note open and scanned it as he fetched a drink from the fridge,

Andrew, We hope you'll be alright on your own while we are gone. I asked Claire to look in on you every now and then, and make certain you are doing alright. The two of you seem to get along well enough, that I thought it would be nicer than me drumming up a babysitter from somewhere to make sure the house doesn't burn down.

Love you and hope you have a wonderful few weeks! See you when we get back!

Love Mom (and Dad!)

Andrew grinned. He liked Claire. She treated him more like an equal friend than a charge to be watched over, and often was more than happy to settle in and game with him long into the night. Hanging out with her would be awesome!

The next two days passed in glorious relaxation. He read his favourite books, a pile of which had been sitting on his bedside table awaiting free time. He played video games, long into the first night. The second day followed much like the first, interrupted only by a text from Claire asking if he wanted to take in a movie tomorrow morning. He eagerly agreed, knowing that there was a new action movie he wanted to see.

After responding to the text, and settling everything up for tomorrow, Andrew felt a little at loose ends. He puttered around the house, not quite knowing what he wanted to do. Eventually he climbed the stairs up to his room, and began surfing the internet. Inevitably he eventually ended up where he always ended up. His favourite bondage forum, replete with stories, videos, and all manner of other delicious perversions. Initially meaning to only skim over a few favoured stories, he found himself transfixed by a three part tale, just posted, about someone's self bondage adventure. 

The author excelled at going through all the varied steps in getting themselves bound, and Andrew felt himself breathing hard as they described their struggles. Their moaning and squirming as the vibrator they had tied to themselves teased them all through the long hours of the night. By the time he reached the end of the story, with them running through how they freed themselves, Andrew was thoroughly riled up, his mind spinning through the possibilities of re-enacting the story.

It was as evening wore on, and he was watching television while munching away on some pizza, that Andrew felt his initial thought to try some self bondage growing ever stronger. After all, when would he next have this sort of opportunity for uninterrupted playtime? Parents and sister gone? As his show came to its end, with the hero gunning down the nefarious villain, his mind firmed up. He would give it a shot. After cleaning up after himself, he was always diligent about that sort of thing, he trooped up to his room and pulled The Box out of his closet.

His fingers trembled a little in anticipation as he settled The Box onto the bed, and cracked the lid. Over the past couple of years he had done his best to acquire a collection of bondage related implements. He had had few opportunities to actually use them, but he always got a thrill whenever he was able to add something to his collection. His own dark little secret. He tipped out the contents onto the bed and began sorting through everything.

Several neat bundles of rope were stacked off to the side, along with a half-used roll of duct tape. A few clean rags were laid out beside the ropes. A few random rolls of electrical tape, and a set of handcuffs were the final bits, before he came to the pride of his collection. Something he had only just gotten a week ago and had been dying to actually try out. His brand new, first time ever in a fetish store, ball gag. His fingers gave another tremble as he gently picked it up, looking at the dark purple ball hanging from the well fashioned leather. Oh yes. This was most definitely happening.

He quickly got himself ready for bed, brushing his teeth, going to the bathroom, and then into his pj's. Like the self-bondage story he had read, he wanted to try tying himself up overnight. Finally ready, he settled onto the bed. First, his ankles. He bound them together with one bundle of rope, making certain the tie was comfortable and secure. Once that was cinched off he went on to do the same for his knees, binding them above and below. He paused there for a moment to stretch and flex his legs in the ropes, loving the sensation and restriction of his leg bondage already. He scooted himself back onto the bed and picked up the last couple rope bundles and the ball gag. Time to make this for real.

He eased the gag into his mouth, letting out a few testing grunts and moans as he buckled it around his head. He loved the sounds it reduced him to, preventing anything intelligible to his ear from escaping. He sat there for a moment, running his hands over the leather of the gag, loving the feel and wishing he had more of it. Maybe he could sneak back over to that fetish shop, talk to that super friendly redhead again and see about getting some leather cuffs or some such thing. Alice, was her name? He had spent so little time browsing last time, so sure that someone he know would stumble upon him there, that he had dashed in and out in less than five minutes. He opened his eyes, hands reaching for the ropes. He assured himself that on his next visit he would take his time. He would be there for much longer. After all, who would possibly recognize him there?

His mind refocused on the rope, wrapping and knotting it as he remembered the story description of making slipknots. Those were needed if he was going to tie himself up properly. In a tie he had always wanted to try, but never had enough time to actually enjoy. A hogtie. He felt shivers race up and down his spine as he finished the two slipknot ropes, his mind tripping over remembered stories and videos of damsels and dudes bound in snug or strict hogties. Utterly helpless and vulnerable to whatever depredations their captor wanted to force upon them. He shifted and squirmed on the bed, a moan escaping. Yes. Oooooh, yes. 

He tied one end of the longer slipknot rope around his ankles, making certain to position the slipknot end on the proper side. Then he picked up the looped one and slipped it over his hands behind his back. Pulling it tight. He felt the bands constrict around his wrists, pulling and holding them together. He rolled over onto his stomach and felt around for the other slipknot, bringing his legs up as close as he could to help. It brushed against his fingers and Andrew gave a grunt of triumph as he snagged it and then pulled his hands through. As he felt both hands seat themselves he relaxed his legs, causing the slipknot to pull tight, leaving him in a glorious, amazingly snug hogtie. In his room, on his bed. He was finally, really bound in his favourite position.

Andrew let out a deep moan of contentment and arousal, squirming and testing his self-applied bondage. It felt wonderful. The best he had ever managed to bind himself yet. He grunted as he shifted around on the bed, imagining that he had been kidnapped for ransom. That some nefarious woman was intending to rob his parents of money, and take all manner of liberties with him. He writhed about as he imagined her running her hands over his body, pinching and teasing at his sensitive areas. Driving him to erotic madness.

He felt himself stiffen a little as his imagination drove him on, and wished fervently that he had thought to tie a crotchrope or something to help. Or that he had had the courage to search for something at the fetish store. He was certain, looking back now, that Alice would have been understanding enough to not mock him and his fumbling efforts. As it was he knew he had little chance of doing anything apart from teasing himself into a heightened state of arousal. He would need to free himself if he really wanted satisfaction. But...that could wait. Until morning.

For now he had a night of bondage to look forward to. A night of restricted movement, erotic imaginings, and helpless struggles. He moaned into his gag. Heaven.

Unseen by Andrew as he joyfully struggled and moaned on his bed, his mind submerged in the fantasy of abduction and enslavement as a pleasure object, his phone buzzed with the receipt of several texts...

The Next Morning

Andrew woke up. Awareness spiking through his worn out brain as he heard the unmistakable sound of the front door slamming shut. For one achingly eternal moment he desperately hoped that he had misheard. That maybe his sister had come back to get something, and left him be. That it was anyone other than...

"Yoooooohooooo! Andy! Where ya at??" Claire's infectiously friendly voice drifted up the stairs, "I texted you about the morning movie and brunch. I'm starving!" Her voice was moving from the front hall, getting closer to the kitchen.

Andrew threw himself into motion. Crap, crap, crap, CRAP! He had totally forgotten about Claire and the movie! In his half-panicked brain he just needed out. He needed out of his ropes right now. He jerked and wrenched at them, desperately trying to loosen the hogtie he had placed himself in. His harsh panting swallowed up by the gag, thankfully. But the ropes wouldn't give. What's more, as his fingers scrabbled around to try to work the knots, he found to his dismay that they had shifted. He couldn't even feel the knots for his wrists or for the hogtie. Andrew squirmed around on the bed, flexing and bending himself every which way, but it was no use.

Outside, Claire was clearly climbing the stairs, "...plan for the day. I swear though if you are still sleeping I am going to tickle the every living crap out of you Andy. Seriously, even for you this is la----ANDREW!?"

He jerked around on the bed, his face flooding with crimson shame at the shock in her voice. In his friend's voice. At that moment he dearly wished that he could be swallowed up whole by the earth, rather than twist his neck around to look her in the eyes. But that's what he had to do. Twist around in his bonds, panting into his gag at the effort, until he was able to face the door. Face his neighbour. His friend. Hell, his secret crush. Claire was there, framed in the doorway.

He couldn't help but drink her in. She was dressed in running gear, having clearly stopped along her route to check in on him, and she managed to make that outfit alluring. Her brown hair was pulled back in that high ponytail style that he loved on her, and that she herself seemed rather enamored of. She usually sported a mischievous grin, especially around him, and her dark eyes often twinkled as though she knew a joke no one else did.

Just now though her face was one of surprise. And he could hardly blame her. Walking in on a boy in ropes, with a ball gag jammed between his teeth would do that.

"Mmmmph!"

"What happened?" She strode over to the bed, her hands immediately gripping the ropes around his arms, sending a pulse of heat through him again, "Wait..." He could feel her hands tracing over the ties that bound him. Examining the slipknot that had gone awry behind him. He felt her shift, settling down onto the bed. Shit. She knew.

Suddenly he felt himself wrenched around so that he was lying face up, his head pillowed on one of her legs, gagged face looking up with a squeak into her penetrating gaze.

"Did you do this?" He flushed scarlet as her eyes seemed to bore into him and he managed a small nod, not meeting her eyes.

"You realize this sort of thing is dangerous right?" Her voice was firm, the most serious he had ever heard her speak. Crap. Crap, crap, crap she was disappointed in him. He felt further heat flush his face. Her hand stroked the ropes wrapped around his wrists, sending a small thrill through him despite the situation, "Self bondage isn't the sort of thing you can just do without thinking through how to get out. What would've happened if I hadn't come by? Hmmm?"

Andrew mumbled an apology into his gag, casting his eyes to the side to look away from her. She tapped his chin and raised her eyebrows when he looked back, "You would've been stuck here, all day, by yourself. If there was a fire, or a rope shifted and you got into trouble, how would you have gotten out?" She let him stew for a few more moments, then grabbed both sides of his head and pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead, "You gotta be smarter about these sorts of things Andy. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

Andrew felt the red beginning to recede from him face, and gave a thankful gasp as Claire's fingers flicked around the back of his head to unbuckle and draw out the ballgag.

"Aaaggh. Thanks. For," he blushed again, "Well for saving me. I didn't think..."

"Nope. You didn't." She booped him on the nose, "Dumbass."

He flushed, but this time with a grin. She smiled back, then heaved him around so he was lying across her lap. She began to pick at the ropes lashing him up, and he took the time to enjoy the sensation of contact with her. It was almost like he was her prisoner. He could imagine that she had broken in to kidnap him, to spirit him away and--

"So, how long has this been a thing?" Her voice was casual. The question flustered Andrew anew, sufficient that he didn't pick up just how casual Claire forced her tone to be.

"Uuhhh, tying myself up, or...?" He tried to play for time. Then yelped as her fingers raked across his upturned feet, sending him into a brief twitching spasm of giggles.

"Listen," she was clearly grinning down at him out of sight, "I wouldn't get too lippy with the lady who is responsible for getting you free...or not." The almost imperceptible pause before the last two words sent a tremour through Andrew as he responded.

"Ah, um, sorry. Sorry Claire. I...I haven't really been tying myself up that much. Just a couple times tying my legs up before bed, or sleeping in handcuffs. For the rest..." He gave a small shrug, then moaned a bit as he felt the hogtie come undone, "Gaaa! That feels good. I dunno, I watch a fair bit of bondage videos and stuff. Read some stories."

"I see." She hummed a little as she finished unwrapping more rope, removing the bindings around his legs. Then she grasped his shoulders and levered him up off her lap to a sitting position on the bed. She remained beside him, casually holding him against her. He closed his eyes briefly, wondering at his quasi good fortune. She had taken his revelations way more in stride than he would have guessed. And now he was sitting beside his sexy neighbour, still partially wrapped up in ropes. And she was...mmmm...just lightly running her hand up and down his arm. Andrew felt tingles race through him at the contact.

"So...is this something you were interested in trying more of?" Claire asked softly. Andrew looked at her, his eyes widening and she grinned, "Hmm?"

"I...uh...Yes! I mean, if that's ok. You don't have to..."

Claire waved her hand to brush away his stammering, "I told your folks I would look after you. I need to make sure that if you are going to be exploring bondage, you do it safely. And I know a thing or two about it, so I might as well do the showing."

Andrew couldn't help but return her smile with a massive grin, "Well in that case, yes please!" He shrugged his bound arms, "Any chance, uh, I could get out of this?"

Claire laughed, "I suppose. But you only get a bit of time to stretch. Then I'll run you through how this is going to work, ok?"

He quickly agreed, and she set to untying the last of his self-bondage. Once he was free Andrew made a beeline for the bathroom, pursued by more giggling from Claire. When he emerged she directed through a ten minute intensive stretching routine, limbering him up for their games. That done she got him to pile all of his supplies up on the bed so she could begin roping him up for real.

"Now the important thing to remember with bondage," Claire began, in a friendly lecture voice as she wrapped rope snugly around his wrists, "Is that you need to find a partner that you trust." She cinched and knotted the wrist tie, and ran her hands along his arms, "You trust me, don't you Andrew?"

He flushed a little, "I...ah, yes, I mean...of course, yes." She giggled, and gave him a friendly little shove.

"Good! That's important because bondage, especially the more involved ties, can be intimidating. Scary even." She began to wrap more rope around his chest and arms, making his torso into a snug package with bonds across his chest and waist, with some strands of rope running between them to make a real harness, "And I don't want you to be scared when you are with me. Well," She paused, looking down at him as he sat on the bed, "Not too scared at least." She laughed, and he joined in, the brief tension of her words dissipating, "Now, stand up and follow me."

Andrew stood and padded after her, hardly daring to believe that this was all really happening. That Claire, the woman he had had a crush on for forever since he had been a teenager, was actually tying him up! That she hadn't been freaked out by the bondage she had found him in, rather that he had been doing it on his own. He couldn't stop a grin from sliding onto his face, and Claire returned it when she looked back to check on him. Her hand snaked out and grabbed his chest harness, pulling him along in her wake.

The two of them trooped downstairs to the living room, where Claire pushed him playfully onto the large couch that ran along two of the walls. As Andrew squirmed on the couch Claire speedily roped up his ankles and calves, cinching everything into place, before flipping him over onto his stomach, "Now, for your first real position we are going to try one of my favourites. The hogtie."

Andrew made an excited murmur, barely believing she liked the same one that he did, and then moaned a little as his legs were folded up. Rope was wound about his ankles and wrists, bringing them close. Claire muttered approvingly as she drew in more and more slack, getting it taut enough that only a few inches remained between his hands and feet, "Very impressive Andy! Very impressive. We'll work on those last few inches, but really good for your first time!" She checked over all of her knots and sat back for a moment, one hand proprietorially laid across him, "Well, you're snug as a bug. Think you can escape?"

He shook his head and heard Claire give a deliberately evil sounding cackle, "Then it appears you're at my mercy Andy boy!" He was about to ask her what she was talking about when her hands descended upon his feet, digging into them with all the maniacal gusto of a villain. Andrew shrieked with laughter as he desperately pulled and yanked against the cords holding him captive. He tried to roll away from her, but Claire got a grip on him and held him steady with her legs, while her hands danced and twirled over his helpless, sensitive feet. He tried to plead with her to stop, tears of laughter streaming from his eyes as her fingers continued their work, but all that earned him was his gag being buckled back into place. Every time he tried to squirm away, or flip himself around to cover his feet, Claire stopped him. Laughing and grinning that manic friendly grin of hers the whole time. Andrew thought he was going to pass out from the sheer over-stimulation of it all, but somehow remained conscious through the tickling attack from hell.

"Well," Claire giggled as she finally stopped her attack on his feet, "I think we can safely say that you can't escape from my bonds. Don't you?"

Andrew wheezed and nodded, trying to recover his breath.

Claire giggled and patted him on the head, "So how about this. We'll stay here for a while to get you used to what real bondage feels like. No more tickle attacks, I promise," she added when Andrew eyed her with trepidation, "We'll stay here for that and then head back to my place for a meal and possibly some more games. Sound good?"

Andrew nodded and Claire squeezed him in a half hug, "Yaay! I promise you won't regret it Andy! I'm going to give you the best intro to bondage you could think to get!"


-- Later

Andrew moaned into his new gag, the sound being turned into a whiffling sort of bark by the odd contraption that was attached to the deep-seated plug. Knows a thing or two about bondage. His mental growl was accompanied by the squeaking of his rubber covered form, totally enclosed in what Claire had gleefully told him was a bitchsuit. His arms and legs were strapped up, leaving him to move on (thankfully) padded elbows and knees. A thick hood totally enclosed his head, leaving two small holes for his eyes, and a presently covered hole for his mouth/gag. A thick collar further restricted his head, leaving him to largely look straight ahead. He could only turn his head with great effort, and so for the most part didn't bother. As he struggled along he felt kept up a continuous litany of moans and grunts as he could feel the near constant shift and pressure of a plug in his rear. Claire had shown him the plug before putting it in. One of her smaller ones she had said, as she lubed it up. It certainly hadn't felt that way! She had taken her time at inserting it, telling him to enjoy the sensation, encouraging him as the intruder was slowly pressed into him. That she had others he could try if he wanted to later on if he was a fan. But it had an adorable tail that she cooed over as he had struggled around, making it wag around which in turn made the plug shift within him. Made him look more like her puppy as he moaned and gasped into his gag. How someone could so seamlessly blend cutesy, insanity, and friendliness all together was beyond him, but Claire was really nailing it. If only he had known she was...well, so into this sort thing...

"C'mon puppy!" He felt the tug of the leash attached to his collar, and moaned as Claire giggled, "Gotta get your walk time in. Don't want a lazy puppy." 

That was the other thing. He was outside. Outside dressed in nothing but kinky bondage gear, far beyond the limited imaginings of what he would have ever considered for himself. She had been putting him through his paces for what felt like ages now, all over her backyard, and now she was urging him along a path through a copse of trees. The shade was a welcome relief from the midday sun, but he had the nagging suspicion that someone, somehow, would...

The two of them, pet and mistress, cleared the grouping of trees, and Claire suddenly waved.
"Kate!" Claire's voice was almost bubbly with excitement, "Wanna meet my new puppy?" She gestured towards the woman who was turning towards them from where she had been crouched over a small garden.

Andrew squealed and did his best to shuffle behind Claire, but she maintained a firm grip on the leash, giving him a couple swats with her other hand on his rear, "Silly boy, Kate's a friend!" The two of them continued this odd dance as Andrew kept trying to hide behind her as Kate approached, while Claire kept up her laughing barrage of spanks to get him to hold still.

The other woman approached, a bemused yet knowing smile on her face as she scrubbed away some of the sweat and grime that had accumulated from her gardening, "Hi Claire. I thought you were house sitting?" Andrew moaned and Kate absently reached down and ran a hand over his rubber enclosed head.

"His folks asked me to look after him while they are away on their vacation. I found him tying himself up, and thought I should probably interfere. You should have seen the smile on his face when I offered to give him an introduction to bondage. Nearly had to gag him right off the bat with everything he was asking me about."

"He asked to be your dog?" Kate cocked an eyebrow and Claire actually shuffled her feet like an embarrassed school age girl caught out by the teacher.

"Well, originally I was just going to do him up to a chair or something with rope. Nice and easy for his first Claire experience," Her confidence appeared once more as she giggled and gestured to herself, "Buuuuut, then he saw my other playmate. Don't really know what he was doing wandering over the house like that, but firstly she's my toy not his. Secondly, cat was outta the bag at that point. I didn't want him to think I was holding out on him for his first bondage experience with me. So we swapped from rope bondage to rubber and leather. Which he seems to like anyhow." Claire smiled down at Andrew who was trying to control his breathing as Kate ran a soothing hand over his rubber covered back, "Really, I should have just kept my maid for the weekend, she would've packed away my other guest. I mean, who wouldn't want to spend their birthday with me? I had plans. Awesome, amazing, sexy plans. Just ungrateful" Claire pouted.

"Didn't she have a special trip planned with her boyfriend?" Kate asked, a smile tugging at her lips as she continued to pat Andrew.

"Yeah, and I offered to include him too. I was even going to let them both sleep tied up in the bed, instead of the cages or cells. I'm generous that way." Claire grinned, "Two tickets to pleasure town that now must go to waste."

Kate laughed with bemusement, "How could anyone refuse such an offer?"

Claire shrugged, "Dunno. Kids these days." She waggled her eyebrows at Kate, "I don't suppose you and Richard..."

Kate rolled her eyes, "Claire, you already have two playmates."

"But couples are so fun!"

Kate waved her hand with fond irritation, "Irrelevant. We're busy this weekend."

"Gaming tournament?"

Kate grinned, "Once he's done drafting his paper, yeah. And I plan on whooping his butt once again."

Claire grinned back, "Is he still hoping to find a game to beat you at?"

"Hope springs eternal and all that. Just means I'll have him in his cute maid outfit in a few hours." Kate gripped Andrew's rubber covered butt and massaged it, dragging grateful moans from the bound boy, "And then...well he's my bound toy for the weekend."

"Well if you wanna bring Dicky over once he's lost and been all restrained, feel free!" Claire gave Andrew's leash a flick, "I think it would prove to be instructive for him to see a more experienced sub."

Kate shook her head with another wry grin, "Nah. Gonna be way too busy making him my bitch. Gaming and...otherwise."

"Kate I'm done, and I'm finally gonna kick..." Richard came out the back door, a confident grin on his face that abruptly changed to an interesting expression that combined embarrassment, nervousness, and slivers of excitement for seasoning, "Oh. Uh, h-hi Claire."

Claire gave him a broad grin that would have been perfectly innocent save for the predatory air she suddenly assumed, "Hiya Dicky boy. How ya feeling?"

Richard blushed, rubbing at his arms, "Just fine, I...Oh." He seemed to see Andrew for the first time as the poor bitchsuited boy moaned and humped the air as the plug inside him shifted once more. Claire giggled and toggled something that suddenly made a buzzing sound break out, sending Andrew into a frenzy of struggling and air-humping.

"Like my puppy?"

Richard's blush seemed like it would make his face catch fire. He looked desperately over at Kate, who was smiling with a hand covering her eyes in amused exasperation. Richard settled for mumbling something vaguely approving even as Andrew was forced to press himself against Claire's leg while the latter eyed Richard and Kate.

Claire giggled, and brought Andrew's vibrating torments to an end, "Don't worry Dicky Boy, you're all Kate's this weekend. I've gotta get my new pet settled in anyway, but maybe I'll see the two of you around."

Kate laughed, walking over to settle herself against Richard, biting at his ear before looking back at Claire with a wagging finger, "Busy this weekend Claire. I'm serious."

Claire grinned, "Fine. Spoilsport." She gathered up Andrew and began urging him back towards the house, "Maybe I can have the two of you for dinner sometime soon? It would be nice to chat about, well, all sorts of things."

With a final giggle at the playfully stern look Kate gave her, and the embarrassed look that Richard was stricken with, Claire strode back to her house, pulling her newest plaything along behind her. She had all afternoon to play with him, and she intended to be true to her word. An intro session he would never forget.

Later That Evening

Claire leaned back in her luxurious office chair, rubbing absently at her foot. While she dearly loved her boots, they sometimes took a toll. Especially since she had been in them all day dealing with Andrew. She grinned, and flicked her computer to life. The next few weeks with him were going to be quite a bit more interesting than she had expected.

She logged into a unique messenger app, flicked on her webcam, and input a small string of numbers and letters.

A smiling woman appeared on the screen in front of her, "Gordian Knot reception, how may I assist you?"

"I need to speak to..." Claire glanced down at a scrap of paper near the computer, "Guest 1570-A, please. She requested the contact." Claire hurried to say as a slight frown began to knit the woman's features, "Just following up, I promise."

The woman's nascent frown cleared, and the smile returned, "All right then. I think they are just coming out of a relaxation period so you've managed to pick a good time at least."

She disappeared, and Claire amused herself by watching one of her cameras as Andrew continued to squirm around in his cage, the vibrators playing him so very sweetly for her. He was locked away in her basement dungeon, alone with his bondage, his vibrators, and what were likely all manner of lustful thoughts. But no senses other than touch were allowed to him. Claire found the first night of captivity was crucial in wearing away some of the initial resistance. And Andrew was such a sweet boy.

Movement on her main screen brought her attention back, and she grinned. The woman had returned, leading another in on a leash. The leashed one was completely enclosed in rubber and latex, with a thick hood pulled down that completely obscured everything except for some nostril holes. An armbinder pulled her arms snugly behind her, and more straps encircled her to completely pin her limbs in place. Absolutely no hope of escape. Claire felt a brief growl of desire rising in her throat and coughed demurely to cover it. God she looked gorgeous in that outfit.

The receptionist led the bound woman forward to a padded station, and then coaxed her down to her knees. She then had straps run over her legs at the calf, thigh, and then her waist, belting her to a bar that rose smoothly out of the floor. With that complete the lady slowly began unlacing the hood, and then eased it off, to reveal the sweaty, but happy looking Mrs Helen Lackey. Her mouth was plugged with what ended up being a decent sized cock gag which was smoothly eased out.

"I'll leave you ladies to chat. Five minutes. No more." The woman gave Helen a friendly slap on her rump and then left

Claire grinned and gave her screen a wave, "Hi Helen!"

"Claire," Helen returned her smile, "I hope everything is alright? Andrew didn't give you any trouble did he? I know he's old enough to look after himself but I just was wor--"

"Everything's fine!" Claire said brightly, "He and I are becoming fast friends, so don't give it another thought. I'm sure I'll find ways of keeping him occupied and out of trouble." She gave a sunny grin. On her other screen Andrew was once again furiously humping his hips into the padded ground of his cage. Her eyes flicked over to the power level on his plug. Juicing him along nicely. Her knowing gaze took in the sudden shudders and stiffened posture that spoke of a first forced bondage orgasm. Many more of those to come sweetheart, she mentally promised the rubber bound boy in her basement. At this rate he'll be nicely on his way to being broken in by tomorrow.

"How are you doing? Isn't it everything I said it would be?"

"You weren't kidding about a bit of it!" Helen's eyes glazed a little in memory. "It was like a dream. I honestly fell asleep with the massage, even knowing what was coming, so I woke up when they were sliding the armbinder up. Chuck's gone back for two bondage massages already," Helen giggled, "Though Lillian keeps us both hoping with exercises and other activities."

"She's the best!" Claire happily agreed, "She used to help out at Alice's store before she took the job there, so you're in safe hands."

Helen nodded, biting at her lip, "It's so wonderful Claire." She shrugged at her bound form, rolling her shoulders within her bonds, "I never would've considered this as a relaxation technique but it works like a charm!"

Helen went on to describe the rest of the two days that they had already spent, managing it in just under three minutes.

"...they already had a complete idea of how to execute our stay. It was so wonderful to just show up and surrender to someone else. And--"

"I'm afraid time is up ladies." the receptionist was back.

"Thank you for checking in Claire, please feel free to call if anyt--mmmpppph!" The penis gag was firmly pressed into her mouth, cutting off her words. Helen closed her eyes and moaned deeply into the gag as the receptionist bent down to whisper, loud enough for Claire to hear, "You don't get to decide that. You don't get to decide anything anymore while you are here. We will keep your friend apprised of your progress, and she can likewise check in with us. If there is an emergency, you will be told."

Helen let out an even deeper moan as the hood was pulled firmly back over her head, making her once more just another anonymous slave at the Gordian Knot. Her only identity was the tag that hung from her collar, with her guest number attached. The receptionist fussed about getting everything snugged down just so, and gave Helen's head an affectionate pat, "There we are love, all ready to go."

Back to Claire, "You can contact us at any time to check in, but please realize their relaxation time is precious and should not be interrupted for anything short of an emergency."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Claire grinned, "Make the two of them squeal."

The receptionist gave an answering smile, "One of our guarantees."

Claire bid the both of them goodbye, and then shut down the program. Claire turned back to find Andrew still humping away, the vibrators winding their way through their pre-programmed cycle. They would agitate him for another hour before settling down to a low buzz. She didn't want him to be too tired tomorrow. Just enough to begin eroding his willpower. She grinned more broadly as she watched his mewling response to the plug as it began to pulse inside him. Such a horny boy. Which was just as well for her games.

Oh the fun they were going to have. Three whole weeks of it. How else could anyone make sure a silly boy behaved himself after all?

She chuckled to herself and then stood up, stretched, and padded down the hall to her bedroom. She eased the door open, leaning against the doorframe to enjoy the sight within. Andrew's sister, Debbie was inside. Had been there since early that morning, when Claire had bumped into the comely young woman on her morning rounds. Debbie had been Claire's intended target the entire time, with Andrew being a happy coincidence. She had been perfectly willing to watch over Andrew, with perhaps some rather chaste teasing and kid level tie ups at most, while she enjoyed raunchier fun with Debbie. Ah well. Double the playmates is no bad thing. And thank God I kept her hooded, otherwise that would be one awkward family dinner. Claire silently chortled to herself as she imagined Andrew's face had he discovered who it was he had seen all bound and gagged earlier today.

Debbie was facing away from her, bent over the end of the bed. Her legs clad in fuck-me black leather boots, the only clothing Claire had permitted her, with thick cuffs locked to the ankles and thence to the bed frame. Additional cuffs were locked around her thighs, and then attached to the upper part of the bed. The thigh cuffs also held in place, with some suitable straps, a wall plugged vibrator that had been teasing Debbie the entire day. Very deliberately ensuring that she would be unable to cum. Her arms were attached to the other side of the bed with thick leather cuffs, locked around snug bondage mittens. No troublesome fingers getting in the way, or giving her the confidence to try an escape. Not that an escape was possible. Not with Claire.

Finally a ballgag was seated snugly inside her mouth. She was moaning into it, her head dropping tiredly into the bed in front of her. The buzz of the vibrator a constant tease. Claire could see that Debbie was sheened with sweat. She was perfect. Right where she should be.

Claire collapsed onto the bed in front of Debbie, her trademark teasing grin in place. Debbie groaned and tried to thrust against the bed. Claire waggled a finger at her, "Ah ah ah. You know what has to happen if you want to cum. Given it some more thought since we last talked?"

Debbie nodded, her frantic gaze held by the soft black bag that Claire gently upended in front of her. Out came a collar, a bottle of massage oil, a bottle of lube, and a strapon.

"Good girl. In that case our night can officially begin."