Chapter 15

Jeff found it a bit strange to be going through his stepmother's lingerie, but he had little choice in the matter. Stephanie, his stepsister, had little in the way of sexy outfits other that some lacy thongs and bright red teddy that would not do for what Jeff wanted. What he wanted was some sort of corset for Stephanie to wear when Michelle came over tonight.

His stepmother, Janice, was about Stephanie's height and build. In fact, they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Both had that long-legged, blue-eyes, tanned and blonde California look. Janice and Jeff used to jog together a couple of mornings a week and he could see why Dad was attracted to her.

What mother and daughter did not share was their taste in lingerie. His stepmothers taste was more to his liking: Corsets, garters and leather. Perfect for what he had in mind tonight.

Jeff heard Stephanie moan in back of him.

Jeff had hogtied her onto his parent's bed still dressed in only her bindings. A white latex hood covered most of her head; her long, blonde hair pulled through in back in a ponytail. A red ballgag had replaced the tape he had over her lips earlier and a white leather collar was locked around her throat. Her arms were still sheathed in a leather armbinder which he had locked her ankle cuffs to it's ringed end. Another pair of leather straps welded her legs shut so that she could hold the buzzing vibrator inside of her. Jeff had let her know through a couple of touches of the riding crop that it was okay to cum and from the sounds that Stephanie was making through her gag, she was trying her best to do just that.

Jeff had let Stephanie sleep for a while before training her some more. He wanted to make sure that she remembered the commands. She had, with only a few mistakes that brought a quick snap of the riding crop across the offending area. He was sure she was sore in a couple of spots, but not overly so. They had a chef salad as a late lunch/early dinner and afterward, a little more training. Stephanie proved herself well and now she was enjoying the fruits of her labors, grinding her hips and making a fair amount of noise through her gag.

Jeff laid out his choice on the bed next to her. He had found a lacy, white leather corset and white nylon stockings. He imagined that the corset would emphasize much and hide little. Stephanie had a white lace thong in her stuff that would match beautifully. He couldn't wait to see her in them.

Stephanie moaned again and this time, Jeff decided to help her. He eased her over onto her side and began to gently pinch her nipples. He had seen his sister climax several times now and he knew she was close. He climbed into bed with her and straddled her, kneading her breast firmly.

The bound girl bucked underneath him, huffing and moaning into her gag. Jeff knew she was cumming and cumming hard. He climbed off of her. As much as he wanted to take her right then and there, he wanted to save his efforts for tonight when Michelle arrived.

Stephanie had stopped writhing and lay there, panting. Soon he would get her into the shower and get her ready for tonight.

Michelle re-read the note again for the fourth or fifth time before she started to pack what few things she would need. Since she was going to be helpless for better part of two days, she knew that she wouldn't need much other than her pills and personal hygiene stuff.

The oriental girl jumped into the shower to clean up and get ready. The hot shower helped her to relax and focus. Again, she asked herself if this is something she wanted to do and the warm feeling inside her kept saying yes. There were a million reasons not to do it, but she was afraid if she didn't, she would always regret it.

Michelle slipped on a pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt after she showered. There were no panties or bra and the shirt and jeans would go as soon as she was in the parking lot and safely behind the wheel of her car. Jeff had asked her to be naked underneath her coat but going past Eric at the counter like that was not an option. She would carry her coat and bag with her stuff out to the car and get prepared in there.

Even though the parking lot was brightly lit, she didn't think she would have a problem of being seen stripping down to bare skin. Michelle was not ashamed of her body. She knew she looked hot; all five foot nothing of her. She had a slender figure complemented by a pair on nice-sized breasts and well-rounded rear end. Her face was beautiful in the traditional oriental way with alluring almond-shaped eyes and small mouth. Her long hair was raven black and she kept in flowing curls. Michelle needed very little make-up in order to look spectacular.

The walk past Eric and out to the car was uneventful. As soon as she climbed in, she shimmied out of her jeans and pulled off her shirt, wrapping her leather coat around her.

"I can't believe I am doing this," she said out-loud to herself.

The drive through town was almost boring. It was nearly one in the morning and there were very few cars out. Jeff's parent's house was not that far away and she got there in about twenty minutes.

"This is it."

The front porch light was off and everything was painted in dark blues and shadows. There was lights on inside, cloaked by the closed window curtains. After she parked her car in the driveway and turned it off, all seemed very quiet.

Michelle grabbed her bag and pulled out the black leather gag. The smell of the leather alone was a turn-on for her. She forced it between her lips and buckled it tightly behind her neck. She then fastened the leather cuffs around her ankles, locking them tightly together with a small padlock. There were no keys. Jeff would have them inside.

Next came the black leather collar. It was a beautiful thing really, with many chrome rings and studs fastened all around. Again, she locked it in place around her throat knowing the keys lay beyond the door. Michelle quickly clipped the leash onto it, as the letter had instructed. Now all that was left was her wrist cuffs. She grabbed her small bag, put her car keys inside and locked her car door.

Even at one o'clock in the morning, the air was still warm and fragrant with summer. Her long leather coat made her more conspicuous and she hoped no one was watching her. Carefully, as her coat hung over her should, she locked both wrist cuffs around her wrists and behind her back.

Michelle was now helpless.

Slowly she shuffled her way to the door. Even though her coat was buttoned, she did not want it to fall off, exposing herself. In her fantasies, it was never this hard to move about being bound. In reality, it was painfully slow.

It took her what seemed forever the reach the front porch. Only when she reached the first step did she realize she had a problem. The ankle cuffs did not allow her to make a step up.

Michelle froze, not knowing what to do.

The young girl was pondering the problem when the door opened and the Jeff stood.

'Having a problem?" he asked.

Michelle nodded, moaning into her gag.

Jeff turned a bit and turned on the porch light, bathing Michelle in a pool of light.

"I am glad you came, Michelle. I am sure you won't be disappointed," Jeff smiled, "Do you want to come inside?"

Again, Michelle nodded. She did not want to be seen out here like this.

"Okay, I will help you over the steps, but you first have to take your coat off."

The words both mortified and thrilled the bound girl. The warm wanton feelings inside of her started to boil again, a little hotter.

Jeff reached out and began to unbutton her coat. Michelle uummphed into her gag, looking around in apprehension at the neighborhood houses. Jeff gently turned her head to face him.

"Look at me," Jeff said calmly.

Michelle looked at him.