Leslie squirmed in her chair under the incredulous stare of the lovely blonde stranger.  “But I don’t understand,” said Michele, “Joyce called me an hour ago.  We were going to go shopping and I was supposed to pick her up here.”

“Well, I don’t know,” Leslie shot back, “she simply left and didn’t say where she was going.  Maybe she misunderstood and went over there to meet you.”  Leslie was growing impatient with her stepmother’s new friend but she tried not to let it show.  She spoke quickly but delicately with her customary pleasant smile.  She wondered how the stranger would look with a gag in her mouth.  Michele seemed to be in her late thirties like Leslie’s stepmother.  Unlike Joyce, however, this girl was beautiful in a more youthful fashion.  Joyce was in possession of a lovely face and supple figure and looked every bit the mature woman she was.  Michele could pass for a college girl not unlike the one she was presently conversing n with.  Her face was delicate and smooth.  Her lovely blonde hair bounced playfully around her shoulders as she spoke.  Leslie decided that one day she could indeed put a gag in this one’s mouth.

As they talked, a muffled thump emanated from the upstairs bedroom.  “That’s just my sister, Teri,” Leslie offered.  “She’s dressing for a date.”

Michele got up to leave and as they crossed to the door, she sized up this luscious stepdaughter of her friend.  She noted Leslie’s long, wavy brown hair and cute breasts.  She imagined herself in bed with her and wondered if she would be as good as her stepmother.  Giving action to her thoughts, she brushed Leslie’s cheek lightly with her fingertips as she thanked her for the help.

Leslie closed the door when Michele had gone and hurried upstairs to her stepmother’s bedroom.  She found Teri standing by the bed wearing a white slip and looking very frightened.  At nineteen, Teri was younger than her sister but built equally as well with maybe a little baby fat remaining from adolescence.

“Where is she?” Leslie’s demand was gentle and smiling.

“Under the bed,” Teri whimpered.  “I had to hit her, Leslie.  She started crying and I was afraid the gag wouldn’t keep her quiet enough.”

Leslie moved over to her sister with her thumbs hooked in the pockets of her jeans.  Even though Teri was taller, it was obvious who was in complete control.  She reached out and laid her hand on the frightened girl’s hip.  “I’m not upset that you hit her,” she cooed.  “Only that you permitted her to hit the floor.  That made her new girlfriend suspicious.  Now, turn around, bend over and put your hands behind your back.”

In doing that, Teri exposed her classically rounded bottom to the older girl who took full advantage of it.  Leslie placed her foot on it and shoved her sister to the floor face first.  Recent experiences told Teri not to use her hands to break the fall.  That was part of the punishment.  “Now, let’s get Mommy dear on the bed,” Leslie said with a trace of sarcasm.

They rolled Joyce out from under the bed and placed her on it face up.  The two sisters gazed down on their recently acquired stepmother, bound, gagged and out cold.  She was still dressed in her blue leotards and her skin glistened with perspiration from her exercises.  Joyce’s hair was a lovely jet black but was creased in the back where the gag bunched it up.  She was tied up with ropes around her wrists and her waist and gagged with a white handkerchief.  Upon Leslie’s directions, Teri rolled her over, spread her legs and tied each ankle to a bedpost.  Teri left to continue dressing and Leslie sat on the bed stroking the older woman’s smooth buttocks.  A sharp slap caused the unconscious woman to groan even under the gag.  “Sleep well, Darling.”  Leslie kissed her on the cheek and left.

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Joyce awoke suddenly from her sleep when the bedroom door opened and a thin stream of light from the hall pried her eyes open.  Her muscles ached all over and her mouth felt dry from the gag.  She was dimly aware of the events which had put her in bondage but there seemed to be a gap in her memory.  She had been exercising in the back yard by the pool when her thoughts turned to Michele.  They had been lovers since they met three weeks ago at the dress shop where Joyce was part owner.  Joyce had immediately sensed that Michele could supply the tenderness that Jack, Leslie’s and Teri’s father, had been thus far unable or possibly unwilling to provide.  Now Jack, a field engineer for an oil well supply firm, was living on an offshore rig and would be there for another three weeks.  Joyce decided to call her lovely blonde lover and set up a date.  But she had no sooner replaced the receiver when Leslie grabbed her from behind and twisted her arm up behind her back.  Her heart sank as she realized that Leslie was going to put her in bondage, again, and she would be unable to keep the date she so desperately needed.  An hour later she was sitting on her bed, bound and gagged, while Leslie was downstairs explaining her absence to Michele.

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The door had been opened by Teri who sat beside her and untied one leg, “Thank goodness for Teri,” she thought.  Joyce was able to sit up with Teri’s help and she was pleased when her stepdaughter undid the handkerchief gag.

“Please, Joyce, don’t make any noise,” Teri pleaded.  If Leslie hears us, she’ll kill me.”

“I won’t, Honey,” Joyce agreed, “but please untie me.  I can’t sleep very well like this.”

“Oh, Joyce, I really want to,” said Teri.  “But I’m so afraid of Leslie.  I brought you something to eat ‘cause she might not let you have any breakfast tomorrow.  I just got home from the movies but I couldn’t let myself go to bed unless I knew you were alright.”

Teri helped Joyce eat a sandwich and drink a glass of milk.  “I just don’t know what happened to Leslie at college,” she continued.  “She talks so sweetly but acts so horribly to us, especially you.  I’ll be glad when vacation is over and she goes back.”

“Well, Honey,” offered Joyce, “I suppose she resents me for having married your father.  And the fact that you and I get along probably irritates her.  But this is the third time she’s tied me up like this since she’s been home.  I really don’t want to call your father and ask him to come home but I can’t go on like this.”

Teri leaned forward and kissed her beautiful stepmother on the lips.  She began to sob and told Joyce how sorry she was that she had to hit her on the head earlier.

“So, that’s what happened!” said Joyce.  She was beginning to get loud, however, and that brought a frightened grimace to Teri’s lips.  Against Joyce’s protests, she wedged the handkerchief back in Joyce’s mouth and tied it tightly behind her head.  Then she rolled the forlorn woman back over on her belly and refastened her free leg to the bedpost.  She turned once on her way out to see a beautiful pair of watery eyes pleading above the cruel gag.

The following morning, Leslie released Joyce after extracting a promise that she would never again see Michele.  They both knew it was a lie.  Leslie withheld any breakfast (think goodness for Teri) and told Joyce to shower and get ready for work.  Parenthetically, she ordered her to wear some sort of skirt as opposed to pants.  Joyce found out why as it became time to leave.

“Your punishment will continue all day, Joyce,” Leslie sighed, raising her eyebrows.  “Now lift your skirt up to your hips, please.”  Leslie buckled two leather straps around her stepmother’s legs just above the knees.  They were connected by a length of chain only six inches long.  “If they ask about your stiff walk at work, say that you pulled a muscle exercising.”

As usual, Joyce relented and remarked absently that Teri was sleeping unusually late this morning.  Leslie smiled sardonically and strode over to the hall closet.  She whisked open the door to reveal her younger sister, standing upright and clad only in her black nightie and white panties.  Her hands were fixed in back of her and there must have been thirty feet of rope wrapped around her body from toe to shoulders.  A leather collar attached her neck to the clothes bar in the closet which caused the unfortunate girl to stand straight up even though she looked dead tired.  Her mouth was covered with a white handkerchief and there was no telling what had been stuffed inside it.  Poor Teri had obviously been standing there all night.  Leslie said she had spanked her sister last night and would have left it at that.  But then she discovered that she had fed Joyce and the tableau in the closet was the result.

Leslie released the collar from the clothes bar and Teri’s lovely figure slumped to the floor in a heap.  “Goodbye, Joyce,” chirped Leslie with her hands on her hips.  “Have a nice day at work.”

Joyce frowned as she ambled to the garage in short steps.  She was extremely hobbled by the straps around her legs and the chain made a rattle that she knew would be embarrassing at work.  She was worried sick about Teri but she knew there was nothing she was going to do about it.  Neither Leslie nor Teri was due anywhere that day so Teri would be at the older girl’s mercy all day.  Joyce realized that Leslie’s peculiarities were becoming more relentless as time went on.  She did not know exactly what to expect when she returned home at five that afternoon, but she had a pretty good estimate.  When she walked into the recreation room at the back of the house, she saw that Leslie had flipped out completely and she knew that she and Teri were in big trouble.

Leslie was lying back on the sofa with her feet propped up.  She had just come in from the pool and was drying her long brown hair with a towel.  Her figure was barely concealed by the clinging red bathing suit she wore and she looked very lovely, but very menacing.  The horror was that her feet were propped up on Teri!  The younger sister was bound, gagged and on her knees in front of Leslie.  Worse, she was attired in a degrading little rubber maid’s outfit complete with thigh-length rubber stockings.  She was gagged with a rubber plug and her head was topped with a little rubber maid’s cap.

“Joyce, Darling,” Leslie smiled at her aghast stepmother.  “I’m so glad to see you.  Come join us, Dear."

Joyce closed the back door and leaned against it with a heavy sigh.  She frowned sadly in Teri’s directions and then stared daggers at Leslie.  Teri was completely at her older sister’s mercy, bound and gagged as she was and being used as Leslie’s footstool.  And the humiliating rubber maid’s costume Teri was wearing only served to intensify her position.  Leslie had finished drying her hair and was now beginning to file her nails.  She crossed her legs on top of Teri’s back and fixed the strap on her bathing suit before she spoke.

“It’s so nice to have you back from work, Joyce, Teri and I have missed you.  Have you had a pleasant day?” Leslie’s voice was pleasant and sweet but her tone carried a wry menace.  “Teri has been such a good girl.  She’s been serving my needs all day even though she didn’t sleep a wink all night.  Stand up, Teri.  Daddy’s new wife is home.”

The unfortunate teenager wrestled herself to a standing position with great difficulty for all her bindings.  She appeared exhausted to the point of semi-consciousness.  Joyce lost all control.  “Leslie, you’ve gone too far,” she shouted.  “Neither your sister nor I can take any more of this.  I’m going to get hold of your father and get him off that oil rig if I have to dial every phone in Louisiana.  He’ll straighten you out when he gets here.”

“Put down the phone, Joyce,” Leslie warned.  She arose and stood beside Teri with her legs spread and her hands firmly on her hips.  Her filmy red bathing suit combined with her healthy tan to make her appear like a wild woman at bay.  Joyce continued to dial the phone and Leslie slapped her sister in the belly with the back of her hand.  Teri let out a muffled cry and doubled over.  When Joyce began to hesitate, Leslie placed her hand on her sister’s bottom and quickly shoved her forward, spilling her head-long on the floor.

Joyce dropped the phone and lunged for her hapless daughter, forgetting that Leslie had hobbled her at the knees under her skirt that morning.  She hit the floor with a thump right after Teri and started to crawl toward her.  Leslie was on top of her instantly.  Within seconds, Joyce’s hands were tied behind her back and her eldest stepdaughter was stuffing a handkerchief in her mouth.  An ace bandage was produced from nowhere and wound around her mouth.  Having fastened this in place, Leslie had effectively silenced her stepmother.  Her foot snaked under Joyce’s belly and rolled her over so that she was staring wide-eyed up at her captor.  Now she was in trouble.

She sat down on Joyce’s hips and stroked her cheek just above the gag.  “Joyce, Dear, I’m hurt that you don’t trust me to take good care of Teri.  I love her just as much as I love you.  Only please try to understand that I do these things for your own welfare.  If I can get you and Teri to learn where your places are, people will like you better and you'll both be happier.”  She rose and looked around to find her tote bag from which she extracted a dog collar and leash.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to withhold your dinner,” she sighed as she fastened the collar around Joyce’s neck.  She then unfastened the older woman’s skirt and pulled it down over her hips.  When the skirt had been removed, the leash was brought down in front and pushed between her legs.  Leslie ordered Joyce to stand and brought the leash up over her bottom and attached it to her bound wrists.  Joyce was totally subjugated.  She was bound, gagged, collared and dressed only in a blouse and panties.

“Teri’s already eaten today so she shouldn’t need dinner either,” Leslie said, with a calm smile.  “I’m going to put her to bed now.  She’s so tired and she has done very well today.”  Leslie helped Teri up and prodded both women up the stairs and into Teri’s bedroom.  She removed her sister’s bindings save for the gag and then stripped her down to her white panties.  The poor teenager’s hands were retied and she was told to lie face down on the bed.  Her ankles were then tied to the bedposts as Joyce’s had been the night before.  As the two women left the room, Leslie said goodnight and flipped off the light.  She then locked her older captive in the master bedroom closet and went off to change out of her bathing suit.  She would dine out that evening alone.  Joyce sat in the darkness and cried.

Leslie changed into a dress, fixed her hair and went out to one of the local restaurants for dinner.  She ordinarily hated eating alone, but her thoughts were too involved with events at home to carry on normal conversations with anyone.  As she ate, she recalled how surprised and awkwardly she felt on her first experience with bondage at the university last year.  The housemother of her dormitory considered bondage a way of life.  Leslie had been bound and gagged quite often then and really became accustomed to it before long.  Her final transition came about after she had been there a few months and was invited to assist in the discipline of the new girls.  She decided then that bondage was good and that it would become a way of life for her too.  She had demonstrated a unique inventiveness which impressed the housemother enough to make her an assistant in the area of discipline.  Finally, the housemother asked Leslie to bind her for the night and Leslie knew that this would be her station in life from that point on, she was made for it.

When summer vacation rolled around, she couldn’t wait to get home and demonstrate her newly developed talent for her family.  A sly grin crept stealthily across her lips as she tossed these thoughts around.  Her reverie was halted abruptly when a familiar face appeared at the entrance to the restaurant.

Michele had apparently come to eat directly from work.  She was attired in a smart looking pants suit and her shoulder-length blonde tresses danced pertly around her face as she spoke to the hostess.  Leslie’s mind raced as she formulated her plan of action.  She had decided last night to put a gag in this girl’s mouth someday and now it seemed that this would be the day.  Michele was being escorted to a table across the room when Leslie waved at her and caught her eye.

“Leslie,” Michele said enthusiastically, “how nice to see you.”  Leslie tossed her head in a girlish smile and invited Michele to eat with her.  The conversation began easily but some explanation was in order.

“Joyce was just sick at having missed you last night,” she began.  “She told me when she got home last night that there had been some sort of emergency at the store and her associate called her in.  in all the rush, she had forgotten to tell anyone where she was going.  And she was very ashamed at having forgotten about you.  I guess she called you at work today.”

“No,” replied the lovely blonde, “at least I don’t thing so.  Maybe she left a message and I never got it.”

The conversation turned to small talk and Leslie was directing it with uncanny expertise.  She told the older woman how much she appreciated her interest in her stepmother.  She indicated that Joyce had found real happiness and security in their relationship.  As their dinner together came to a finish, Leslie invited her prey over to the house where they would visit with Joyce.

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Joyce became vaguely aware of the voices downstairs as she awoke from her tortured slumber.  Her breathing was labored from the gag and she was still groggy but she distinctly heard lighthearted voices coming from the living room.

“I’m so sorry, Michele,” said Leslie, “but it looks like we’re alone again.  Joyce left a note in the kitchen.  She has to work late again and she won’t be home till ten.  But please stay.  I’d love to get to know you better.  Would you like something to drink?

Michele was unsure of what to say.  Her day had been long and she was tired, but this beautiful young girl had a magnetism about her.

“I was going to make some tea for myself, but I’ll get you anything you want.”

“Scotch, please,” was the woman’s reply.  Michele had made her decision.

Leslie fixed the drinks and brought them in.  “I have an idea,” she said excitedly.  “Why don’t we go for a swim in our pool.  I’m sure you'll look simply marvelous in one of Joyce’s bathing suits.”

Michele agreed.  Something tingled inside her at the thought of seeing this voluptuous brunette in a bathing suit.  She mused to herself at how interesting this evening was becoming.  Leslie bounded up the stairs two at a time and ran into her stepmother’s bedroom.  Without a word, she opened the closet door, forced the helpless occupant to a standing position and roped her neck to the clothes bar.  Now, Joyce could not even move.  Leslie called down to Michele and asked her to come up and try on a swimsuit.

Leslie handed Michele a purple bikini when she entered the bedroom and told her she could change in the bathroom.  When Michele thanked her, Joyce realized with a terrible certainty that her stepdaughter’s house guest was her new lover.  She struggled in the closet against her bonds, but this resulted only in frustration.  She tried to make noise through her gag, but it was futile.  She heard Michele return and her eyes watered up again.

“Please, Leslie,” thought Joyce.  “Please leave Michele out of this.”  But she knew better.  Michele was talking cheerfully with her new young friend as she paraded her nearly nude figure around the room.  She was trying to tantalize without appearing too obvious.  Leslie stepped up to the silk-haired beauty, reached out and rested her palm on Michele’s hip.  The drugged scotch had not yet taken effect.

“Joyce has such a nice new friend.  And she’s so beautiful.  Michele, I want to be your friend too.”

There was her cue.  Michele leaned forward and kissed Leslie softly on the lips.  Joyce was going mad listening to all this.  Michele hugged Leslie and led her quietly over to the bed.  They lay side by side for a few minutes, talking and caressing each other’s hair.  Michele was displaying her lovely curves by constantly changing position.  But she was growing unaccountably drowsy.  She was methodically removing the younger girl’s clothing, but she had to lay back heavily on the bed when Leslie was down to bra and panties.  Leslie bid her to turn over on her stomach and stroked her back until her eyes fell shut.  She was out like a light before long.  The triumphant captor smiled and jumped up with a giggle.  She threw open the closet door so Joyce could see what had happened to her new girlfriend.  Her stepmother begged silently as Leslie became excited with her new captive.

“Joyce,” Leslie beamed, sarcastically, “look who’s here!”

Saying this, she unfastened Joyce’s neck from the clothes bar and led her slowly over to the bed.  She placed her on her side next to Michele and tied her ankles to the bedpost.  Joyce was crying relentlessly now but the only sound she made was an occasional sniffle.  Leslie bounced playfully over to the other side of the bed and started to run her hand all over the sleeping woman’s body.  She cupped Michele’s breasts in her palms and gave Joyce a curt little wink.

“Wouldn’t you love to do that?” she said.  Then she went back to work.  A few pieces of rope bound the sleeping captive at the ankles, knees and wrists (these being secured behind her back).  Then she gagged Michele with a white handkerchief and stepped back to observe her efforts.  The irony of these two women sleeping together bound and gagged was exciting to Leslie but the scene in front of her was lacking something.  It was not sensual enough.  Leslie then added the final touch.  After tying Michele’s ankles to the other bedpost, she took a pair of scissors and cut off Joyce’s blouse, leaving her clad only in bra and panties.  Then she tied each woman’s elbows together which served to push out their breasts against their straining brassieres.

Finally, Leslie scrambled onto the bed and, grabbing each woman at the hips, moved them up against each other face to face.  A couple of belts to join the lovers at the waist and knees and the sleeping arrangements had been completed.  Both Joyce and Michele were nearly nude and their bodies were pressed firmly against one another.

“After all,” Leslie thought, “wasn’t this what they wanted.  Sleep well, Darlings.  Tomorrow’s a big day if you only knew.”