Frank Campbell - Bound Ankles

With a deliberate cruelty Jan didn’t untie Donna’s arms from their painfully tight position. And Donna knew better than to ask for release. One of the first lessons a slavegirl learns is that you don’t ask to be released. Your master or mistress releases you when and if they feel like it. Instead, Donna closed her eyes and lay there feeling a very pleasant sensation from her bound arms and the afterglow of some pretty incredible lovemaking. For she had not been kidding Jan, the coupling between her and Nigel did repeat itself twice more before Nigel crawled off to take a shower, leaving the naked and bound girl lying in utter contentment on the bed. Even the hurt of bound elbows felt sort of good to Donna and she didn’t questions that illogicality, she simply felt good all over.

Jan snorted her displeasure but said nothing. She was the one who had told Donna to give all the pleasure she could to this man as one way of saying thank you for the help he was giving them. If Donna had enjoyed it too, that was something that Jan hadn’t thought of ahead and would just have to live with now. She went into the kitchen to fix coffee. Half way through her second cup Nigel walked in wearing a bath robe and a rather contented smile. “Thank you for... Well, you know, for Donna. She obeyed your orders with alacrity.”

“I’m sure she did,” said Jan dryly.

“Do I detect a note of jealousy?”

“You most certainly do not.” Nigel smiled but it wasn’t the usual leer.

“My dear, Donna was fun in bed but I will never feel towards her what I feel towards you.” The words were simply said and made Jan frown. She carefully put her coffee cup down.

“Nigel, are you trying to say something?”

“I don’t know. Let’s just say that I feel about you in a way I’ve never felt before. I’m not even sure what it is. But I do know that I want your respect and friendship.”

Jan sighed softly. She didn’t know how she felt about this man anymore. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy. But he had seemed so ruthless before.

Just then Donna came into the kitchen. “I smelled coffee,” she said cheerfully. “Could someone pour a little in a saucer so I can lap it up?”

Both Nigel and Jan laughed at the naked and bound slavegirl for she was completely serious. Then Jan untied Donna’s arms and asked Nigel for a pair of handcuffs so she could have her hands in front of her and drink her coffee. Nigel agreed but added that he thought the sight of her kneeling on the floor and lapping up her coffee from a saucer doggie style would be interesting.

After all were filled with warm coffee, they sat around the small table in the kitchen, two of them clothed and one still naked and handcuffed but thinking nothing of it.

“It’s about time that we got going,” said Jan. “Margaret’s sure to be home by now and might be hot on our trail any second.”

“You’re right,” said Nigel with a sigh. Obviously he would be content to have these two girls around longer. “I’ve a little house up at Big Bear. It’s not far from the ski slopes and I use it for skiing holidays. I don’t believe Margaret has ever heard of it. You two should be safe there. I’ll arrange for a car for you to drive and give you some money so you can buy food and any other stuff you need. Then I’ll make some inquiries and see what I can find out about this Rashad and his little business.”

“Please do it as fast as you can,” pleaded Jan. “My girls are in terrible danger.”

“Knowing your girls, I suspect their new owner is the one in danger,” commented Nigel. Jan didn’t smile but Donna wanted to. Those two were a handful under the best of circumstances and could give anyone a bad time.

“Well... began Nigel. “I’ll get what you need,” and he was gone. When he returned he put two keys on the table. “For the house,” he said, pointing to one, “For the blue car in the garage,” he indicated the other. Then he placed a fairly large stack of twenty dollar bills next to it. “Buy what you need.” He sat down and wrote out the address of his house at Big Bear Lake. “Have you been up that way before? Good, then you shouldn’t have any trouble finding it. This little map will help.”

There was an awkward silence where no one seemed to know what to say. Finally Jan got up and leaned over to kiss Nigel. “Thank you for all you’re doing.” She turned to Donna. “We’d better be going. I’ve brought one dress that will fit you, it’s in my suitcase.”

“Do I have to wear a dress?” Donna was teasing but half serious. She had become so used to wearing no clothes that it was natural for her now.

“I guess not,” said Jan with a sigh. She grasped Donna joined hands by the link between the handcuffs and led her from the room, pausing only to pick up her suitcase with the other hand. Nigel showed them to the garage and the blue BMW awaiting them. But Donna seemed reluctant to get in.

“Mistress,” she began a little nervously. “I’m now your slavegirl again. That’s the only way I want it. I would feel much better if you were to tie in up for the trip. Sort of package me for transportation. Just having my hands cuffed in front doesn’t seem right for a slavegirl.”

Jan pursed her lips and turned to Nigel. “Be right back,” he said. A minute later he reappeared with a handful of ropes and a blanket.

Jan unlocked the handcuffs when Nigel gave her the key and quickly gathered Donna’s arms behind her back. First the wrists were bound together then the elbows in a duplication of the painfully tight bondage she had been in only minutes before. “Tell me how to transport you,” muttered Jan as she jerked tight the final knots at the naked girl’s elbows. “I’ll show you.”

She made Donna sit on the hood of the car as she bound her legs together at the ankles and above the knees, both bindings pulled very tight. Donna would certainly be aware of her restrictions for the entire drive. She stood Donna on her feet then put a sliding loop of rope around Donna’s slender tummy and pulled the rope down in front, between her legs and up to her hands where she passed the rope between the forearms and around the wrist bondage. The rope then went between the legs again and up to the tummy loop in front. Jan tugged and pulled until Donna squealed and jerked up to her toes. Satisfied that the crotch rope would make its presence felt for the whole trip, Jan knotted it tightly in front.

Donna was then carried by the two of them to the passenger side and inserted into the car. The seat belt was firmly fixed over her waist and across her body to hold her in place. Then Jan placed the blanket over her, tucking it into the seat belt so it would stay in place. When she was finished, she gave Donna’s nipple a tweak through the blanket and shut the car door.

A quick goodbye to Nigel and they drove off. About a block away, Jan noted in her rear view mirror that a police car was pulling up in front of Nigel’s. She breathed a deep sigh of relief. That had been close.

The drive was several hours long and Donna sat uncomplaining for the whole trip, even though her elbows hurt pretty badly. And those ropes cutting into her pussy were both painful and kind of nice. Yet Donna simply sat there, feeling warm and good that she was once again the slavegirl of her beloved mistress. These ropes, unlike those put on my Margaret and Julie, were put on with love by her mistress’ own hand. They were more symbols of love than captivity. Not that they didn’t hold her captive and reminder her of her status with constant discomfort. They were very real and she loved that, too.

Nigel’s “little house” by the ski slopes turned out to resemble a large log cabin. There was a garage but the key didn’t fit the door and Jan had to park outside by the front door. Since it was night time, and there was only a few other houses around and none immediately next door in the pine tree covered mountains, she simply unlocked the door, untied Donna’s legs and allowed the naked and still partly bound girl to dash inside.