Think we’ve kept you waiting long enough for the climax to “Leslie?”  After all, it did begin way back in Bondage Life 4, reappeared in Bondage Life 5, and then slipped from view before it got resolved.

Our apologies.  Frankly, the damn thing just plain got lost (we may be super-duper at the business of bondage, but we aint’ no great shakes at filing and organizing). We’ve been scolded lots for not having finished “Leslie” and we would have, if only we would have been able to get our hands on it.

Well, here it is (what was it really doing back there in the Jennifer West file?), and we can now bring it to a conclusion, thus easing our guilts and ending your perplexation.

Here then, at long last, is the climax of “Leslie.” Happy reading.

The Editors

Teri had reached her own special turning point.  Her head began to clear as she lay bound and gagged by the pool and she slowly formed a new resolve to cut her sister’s little party short at the first opportunity. She turned her head slightly to see Leslie sitting in a lounge chair preening herself.  She felt not malice toward her, only a tender pity.  But how was her freedom to be gained?  This was the immediate problem.  Her stepmother Joyce lay bound and gagged in the freezer in the kitchen.  Joyce’s girlfriend, Michele, was tied hand and foot to the diving board.  And now Leslie had been joined in this business by her Amazonian friend, Brenda.  Brenda had obviously taught her all she knew about bondage and was now eager to continue the education on Leslie’ family.  Brenda would have to be dealt with first.

As if in answer to Terri’s thoughts, Brenda emerged from the house with Joyce slung casually over her shoulder.  She dumped her lovely cargo on the grass and sat down on the lounge chair at Leslie’s feet.

“That was quick,” Leslie remarked, “have you become soft in your old age?”

“Oh, I think your beautiful stepmother has learned her lesson.  She was thumping against the freezer when I went in to change into a swimsuit so I let her out.”  Brenda was running her finger down Leslie’s thigh as she spoke.  Leslie’s black string bikini was having a profound effect on her.

“But what about all the horrible names she called me earlier?  Shouldn’t we do something about that?”

“Oh, I took care of that,” said Brenda.  “I removed her gag and sprayed perfume on it before I stuffed it back in.  And ten minutes in that cooler should be enough to make anybody a believer.”  She was moving closer to Leslie all during the conversation.  She leaned forward to kiss her protégé and Leslie brought her hand gently between their faces.

“I’ve told you before, that’s not my department.  It just doesn’t appeal to me.”  The older woman frowned and turned away.  Leslie placed her hand gingerly on Brenda’s hip.

“I’ll tell you what, though.  Joyce and that succulent blonde on the diving board have been making it together for the last three weeks that I know of.  Who knows, you might even try Teri over there.  She’s a little heavy, but doesn’t that little green swimsuit look cute on her”?  Leslie’s remarks brought the spark back to Brenda’s eyes.

“By the way,” Leslie continued, “weren’t you going to find a swimsuit to change into?”

“I looked at a few,” she answered, “but none of them fit.  Not even Teri’s.  You’re right though.  Teri looks simply fetching.”  Brenda rose and strolled over to where Teri was lying.  She knelt and ran her hand over the young girl’s buttocks and down her legs.  Teri felt herself tense up when the beautiful stranger slipped her exploring fingertips under the waistband of her bikini bottoms.  Then, Brenda grabbed hold of Teri’s hair and forced her head around toward her.  Teri’s eyes revealed the fear she felt and Brenda knew right away that she was barking up the wrong tree.  She glanced over at Teri’s sister with a shrug, and Leslie responded by gesturing toward Michele.

Michele’s arms and legs ached from being tied together under the diving board.  But the rest of her curvy body, clad only in Joyce’s purple bikini, was fair game for the tall brunette.  Brenda knelt in front of the lovely blond and stroked her thighs.  Michele opened her eyes and closed them quickly, trying to hide the sudden stirring in her loins.  But Brenda parted her lips in a knowing smile.  She stood up and quickly removed her blouse to reveal her perfectly formed breasts which were barely concealed by her white brassiere.  Soon she was unzipping her skirt and doing a slow, sensual wiggle out of it.  Michele was straining to catch her breath but the gag in her mouth prevented that.  Brenda’s alluring figure was complimented by the white panty girdle she was attired in and Michele had to close her eyes to keep from going mad.  Brenda knew she had struck pay dirt.  She bent down again to caress the bound girl’s hips when she was startled by Leslie’s terse command.

“Come on, Brenda,” she ordered, “you can do that later.  You’re supposed to help me train these girls.”  Brenda sighed and left poor Michele in a whirlpool of unfulfilled passion.

“All right,” she said curtly, “who shall be the first, my dear?”  the fact that Brenda was growing slightly irritated with her erstwhile pupil was not lost on Teri.  Nor was Brenda’s fascination with Michele.  Teri filed that away for future reference when, after a short conversation, the two captors ambled over and raised her to a standing position.  Leslie’s expression turned to a wry grimace as she noticed something new in her younger sister.

Teri’s eyes were still filled with fear, but they sort of glowed with an embryonic spark of defiance. Leslie met her stare with a discerning look as Brenda poked about on the fleshier parts of Teri’s beautiful body.

“Exercise,” Brenda said absently.  “Teri, I think you need a few laps around the pool.  You’re certainly not flabby but you could stand to lose a few pounds around the bottom.”  She bent down behind the lovely teenager and untied the rope around her ankles as she spoke. She checked the leather strap around Teri’s mouth and the rope which tied her hands behind her back.  Both were secure.

“Now, let’s see how fast you can make it around the pool.”

A sharp slap on the bottom from Leslie and Teri was sent jogging awkwardly around the pool.

“Teri, honey, your steps are too short for a girl with such beautiful long legs,” Brenda admonished when Teri had come around.  Please try a little harder, Dear.”

When she lumbered off again, her strides were more lengthy but still awkward because of the position of her bound arms.  But she looked refreshingly healthy and beautiful.  Her lithe body was muscular in tone and her long brown hair sailed through the wind behind her.  The leather gag in her mouth glistened in the sun and added to her beauty.  In fact, she appeared to be a fine animal being put through her paces on a racetrack – the effect Brenda had hoped for.   She touched Leslie lightly on the shoulder.

“Ever had a ride on a pony girl?” she quipped.

Leslie nodded easily and stopped Teri on what had been her fourth time around the pool.  Teri’s breathing was difficult through the gag but Brenda was going to take care of that.  She removed the leather strap from the teenager’s face and pulled out the wadding from inside her suffering mouth.  Teri sucked in as much air as was possible in the few seconds before a different gag was applied.  It was nothing more than a short piece of rawhide which Brenda pushed to the back of the mouth and tied tightly at the base of the neck.  Now Leslie’s young sister was effectively bridled and she even had a handle dangling from the back of her head.  She was ready to mount.

Teri found it difficult even to stand up after Leslie had straddled her shoulders.  Teri was the larger sister but not by that much. She began walking very slowly around the pool with her older sister tugging gently at her rawhide bit.  This new gag facilitated her breathing but was infinitely more uncomfortable.  Every step brought pain to her legs and her sense of balance was encumbered without the use of her arms.  She would grow very tired of this very quickly.

Brenda had busied herself removing Michele from the diving board while Teri made her first lap around the pool with Leslie as smirking passenger.  Michele was carried inside the house in Brenda’s powerful arms. Brenda came outside again a few minutes later and knelt beside Joyce who had been slowly recovering from her frozen bondage.  This time her loving ministrations were received with a stark indifference.

“No,” thought Brenda, “this one will never do.

“Cut it out, Brenda!” screamed Leslie.  “I’m almost sorry about asking you to join me.  If you’re just going to fool around like that you can go back home.”

Brenda was growing weary of Leslie’s chiding.  These frequent outbursts could not go unpunished.  Leslie had dismounted her younger sister but Teri would not rest for long.  Leslie prodded her toward the back door and tersely ordered Brenda to bring her stepmother.

Five minutes later, all three of Leslie’s captives were dancing on tiptoe, having been tied by the wrists to screw hooks embedded in the recreation room ceiling studs.  All had been brought literally to the end of their ropes.  They were tired, hungry and miserable.  But Teri’s brain was working and she detected a slight ray of hope when Leslie went out to get something for lunch saying that she would bring something back for Brenda. The piece of rawhide with which she had been bridled, though uncomfortable, left her the capability for barely coherent speech.  She spoke to Michele softly as Brenda was locking the door behind Leslie.

“Michele,” she said, “go ahead and make a play for Brenda.  You might be able to get her on our side.”

Michele received this possibility with a knowing nod of her head and a wink.  Joyce’s eyes reflected agreement.  Brenda was certainly a very pretty woman and she looked fetching in her bra and girdle.  When she returned to the recreation room, she moved over to Joyce and stroked her bottom through the slacks.

“Mmmm,” was all Michele could say, gagged as she was but the message was clear.  Leave her alone, I’m the one you want!

Brenda smiled casually and moved behind Michele.  She ran her hands gently up and down the lovely blonde’s front, pausing now and then to sneak a fingertip in and out of her bikini.  Michele swayed and undulated to the other woman’s touch.  Brenda then kissed her beautiful captive through the gag. Teri decided that some help was in order.

“Michele might really go for you if you untie her,” said Teri as clearly as possible.  There it was.  She made her play.  Brenda could either grow angry and answer with further punishment or take her up on the idea.

“I’m thinking of letting you all go free,” said Brenda in a matter-of-fact tone.  The three girls were both elated and totally astonished at this.

“I think we need to teach Leslie a lesson,” she continued.  “She was once my best pupil but I think she’s forgotten who her teacher is. Teri, I think you might cooperate and I know Michele will.  But I’m worried about your stepmother.”

As if in answer, Joyce became wide-eyed and shook her head violently.

“She’ll probably be no trouble to you,” said Teri.  “She wants to get out of this, too.  Just let us go and tell us what you want us to do.”

Brenda untied Michele first and instructed her to release Teri and Joyce.  She sat down on the sofa and slid her hand into her purse. The three former captives sat on the floor and rubbed all the places where the ropes and gags had irritated. Joyce cried.  Teri sat by her and comforted her as best she could.  Michele rose slowly and sat down beside Brenda on the sofa.

Leslie slid the car quietly into the driveway and turned off the ignition.  She sat alone in the car for a few minutes and thought about what she would do with the people in the house.  None of her bondage harem had submitted completely yet and she knew that they would not stand for much more of this unless she could make them break.  She had hoped that Brenda could be of some assistance but her former instructress seemed more interested in making love to them than in training them.  These things were in her mind as she grabbed the package from the delicatessen off the front seat and opened the car door.  The fact that Brenda was standing at the door fully dressed gave her an uneasy premonition but her smile and cheerful demeanor calmed her fears.

“That was quick,” Brenda chirped as she held the front door open for Leslie.  “What did you bring me to eat?”

Leslie handed her the bag indicating that she could look for herself.  As they walked down the hall, Leslie asked how the girls were holding up.

“Oh, they’re fine,” she said happily.  “And we’ve cooked up a surprise for you.”

The full meaning of the word “we” clicked in Leslie’s mind just before she walked into the recreations room.  All became clear as glass when she failed to see her three captives tied to the ceiling. She knew they would be behind her even before they grabbed her and she raised not a single word of protest as they pulled off the dress she had changed into before leaving.  Teri held her while Joyce and Michele began the binding process, they had so recently learned from Leslie herself.  Within minutes, she had been bound in her underwear and gagged with a pair of panties stuffed inside her mouth and secured with a handkerchief.  Her hands had been tied together and fastened to her knees.  The rope that bound her ankles had a few feet of excess on it, the purpose of which was easy to guess.

Leslie gazed at her captors when the commotion died down and noticed that they were all fully clothed.  Brenda bent down and patted the newly bound slave on the bottom.

“I’m sure that your stepmother and your sister will take good care of you when we’re gone, Dear. Thank you so much for inviting me over. I’ve had just a wonderful time and I’m very happy to have met your family.”  Brenda winked happily at Michele and added, “And your friend.”

She and Michele walked down the hall hand in hand and when they had gone, Leslie sighed as she realized that her downfall was her own fault.  She never should have left Brenda alone with that gorgeous blonde girlfriend of Joyce’s.  now she prepared mentally for the revenge that she was sure Teri and Joyce would have on her.

Teri picked her up in her arms and held her under one of the screw hooks in the ceiling as Joyce moved a chair into position.  Standing on the chair, Joyce tied Leslie to the ceiling by the rope running from her ankles and made the knot as tight as possible.  She was obviously inexperienced at this bondage thing and wanted to make sure that Leslie would not fall.  Then she and Teri sat on the sofa and observed their former mistress as she dangled slowly in her humiliation.  They had no intention of doing Leslie any real harm, only to keep her in bondage for a few hours.  In any case, Leslie would not dominate them again.

Teri was confident that she would be accepted.  At nineteen, she was a little older than most college applicants but she felt sure her grade point average would carry her through.  And the interview she just had with the dean of admissions had seemed successful.  And quick. She had been in and out of the dean’s office in less than thirty minutes.  She was so happy about that she decided to come home a day early and tell Joyce.  They had grown very close, almost as if Joyce were her real mother.  The only bad part about going away to an exclusive girl’s school would be their separation.  But Joyce would be happy for her and Teri could not wait to see her.

She jumped quickly out of the cab when it pulled up to the house and fumbled nervously with the money as she paid the driver.  She was like a little girl with good news as she whisked through the door and darted up the stairs looking for her stepmother.  She was not surprised to be met by Michele at the top of the stairs.

Michele and Joyce had continued their affair whenever Teri’s father was out of town and that was quite often.  She was very surprised, however, to see that Michele had bound her stepmother spread-eagle on the bed in her bra and panties.

Teri stood in the doorway, frozen.  She looked questioningly at Michele who just shrugged her shoulders and smiled.  But her smile was not sheepish or guilty. Then Teri returned her eyes to her stepmother.  Joyce looked as lovely as ever.  And the gag in her mouth even enhanced her sensuality.

Apparently, something good had happened to all of them during Leslie’s visit.  Joyce and Michele had found a way to express their love which made their relationship better and Teri had acquired the confidence in herself she needed to function in the world.

Teri hugged Michele lovingly and went over to the bed.  “I’m so happy for you and Michele, Joyce.  I’m glad you can enjoy each other the way you do.”  She kissed her stepmother lovingly on the cheek above the gag and went downstairs to fix herself a drink.  She considered the two lovers upstairs and that made her feel light and airy. She thought about Leslie, who had gone back to school, and wondered how she and Brenda were getting along.

She mused, “It must have been a good summer.”