Sex Cabin 3

"Well, I mean, yeah, we're locked in," said Michelle, "but this bathroom is huge. That shower alone is bigger than my dorm room." As she spoke, she toweled off Caitlyn. The mutual drying of each other was perhaps not the most efficient method, but it was amusing, and they had time. They were stuck in this bathroom until Moira let them out. "That cell is tiny by comparison."

"And it's not like we have anywhere to go," sighed Caitlyn. "Or anything to wear if we did." They had each been dispensed a hand towel after rinsing themselves off in the shower. Caitlyn briefly considered trying to MacGuyver a loincloth using some dental floss, but even the floss was locked away. Besides, they had been ordered to place the towels in the laundry when they were done.

"Yeah," said Michelle. "I was kind of looking forward to the beach. You know, yesterday, but I'm not going down there naked." She leaned forward and purred in Caitlyn's ear. "While the sun's up anyway."

"Quiet!" Caitlyn hissed with a grin. "She might hear you. And watch where you're putting those hands. Don't start anything we're not going to be allowed to finish."

"We 'finished' like five minutes ago," giggled Michelle. "And you're already getting wound up again?" She didn't comment on being overheard. Their overlord had been silent since they'd entered the bathroom, but she knew Moira could hear every word. And probably 'see' them. The AI had admitted as much to her. And she kicked herself a little for implying a midnight skinny dip. Not that she was opposed, but she was less sure about Caitlyn, and if they were going to get out of this before Sunday, they'd have to do whatever they were told.

"It's the company," returned Caitlyn. "I'm locked in a bathroom with my naked slave girlfriend. Be hotter if she were *my slave, but still extremely hot.

"As I am also locked in a bathroom with my naked slave girlfriend," said Michelle, "I have to agree. So she's going to let us out, PBJs for lunch, then chores?"

"Yeah," agreed Caitlyn. "I'm going to guess busy work just for the sake of ordering us around. My question is what she's going to do to us *before she lets us out." She raised her arm. It was free at the moment; that is, untethered to anything, though there was still the shackle fastened around her wrist. "I was handcuffed when I made breakfast."

"I was locked in a cage," grinned Michelle. "Then I had to feed you."

"Yeah. This is not going to be a dignified few days," Caitlyn sighed. "I'm sorry I got you into this, Mick. This wasn't what I planned."

"Hey, I am not complaining," replied Michelle. "I mean, yes. We're stuck. And naked. But we're stuck naked with each other in a nice lake house. This could be worse. Mo-- Mistress is taking care of us so far. We're just going to have to trust your Aunt's programming."

"Yeah, you're right," sighed Caitlyn. "This is humiliating, but not bad. Well, so far. And I feel like I really stepped in it. Like I should have known better."

"Eh, first time," said Michelle. "I feel like I learned a few things." She grinned and pulled Caitlyn into an embrace. "For example, surrendering our clothes immediately? Great call."

Caitlyn snorted and opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a chime.

"I have returned, ladies!" Moira's voice announced. "I do hope you are all squeaky clean!"

The bathroom's prisoners' eyes met. "Yes, Mistress," they replied in unison.

"Wonderful," Moira purred. "A few things before we progress. Caitlyn, connect your wrists behind your back."

Caitlyn knew this drill by now, looking for the exposed post and touching them together. "Yes, Ma'am," she sighed as they clicked into place.

"Very good," There was a rattling noise and a panel by the sink opened up. "Michelle, retrieve the cable from the system and use it to connect Caitlyn's ankles."

"Yes, Mistress," Michelle pulled the roughly two-foot-long cable from the wall and used it to link her girlfriend's ankle cuffs. Walking wouldn't be too difficult, but might take a little concentration.

"And lastly, Michelle," Moira went on, "recover the nano-fibre from Caitlyn's chest and place it over your own mouth. You will be exempted from verbal responses until it is removed."

As she was exempt, Michell didn't respond. She reached forward and, with minimal difficulty, peeled the plastic patch from Caitlyn before carefully fitting it over her lips. "Mhn," she grunted as a test. As soon as the device was fixed in place, the door opened up.  

"Perfect," said Moira. "Now straight to the kitchen, both of you. Caitlyn take a chair when you get there. Michelle, you will make sandwiches. I have not decided if I will free Caitlyn's hands to eat yet. You will, of course, assist her if I forget."

"Mhn," Michelle perhaps agreed. She hooked arms with her hobbled partner and started for the kitchen.

Lunch was pleasant. Caitlyn finished eating first. Not because she was faster. Moira had, indeed, 'forgotten' to release her hand for the meal. But she had also left the gag sealed over Michelle's mouth until she fed Caitlyn.

"We should have brought straws," grumbled Caitlyn after a cooperative sip of her soda.

Michelle's lips were still obscured, but the grin was evident in her eyes.

"So what do you want to do after lunch?" Caitlyn asked.

Michelle cocked her head and raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah, trick question," grinned Caitlyn. "Whatever we're told, is the answer."

Michelle rolled her eyes and offered Caitlyn another bite of sandwich.

"I'm glad we agree," put in Moira.

*

"You missed a spot."

Caitlyn gave an annoyed glance to Michelle. "No I didn't. These floors are perfectly clean. You wouldn't be able to tell if I did." She swept the broom across the floor once more.

"Just trying to help," replied Michelle. She stood in a corner of the kitchen. Her ankle cuffs were fixed to a hook that had risen from the floor while her wrists were tethered to a cable that had lowered from the ceiling. It had retracted, leaving her a little stretched, and 'a lot' immobilized. Advice was the only help she could offer. As an afterthought, the nano-gag was stuck to the middle of her forehead.

"Well, thank you." Caitlyn rolled her eyes. She was mostly free; her ankles were still loosely joined. She was, however, more restricted psychologically. She'd been verbally forbidden from taking her hands off the broom she was holding or leaving the kitchen without permission. This was perhaps worse than being actually bound. If she let go by mistake, there may be consequences. It was a little stressful.

"Why Caitlyn." put in Moira. "Are you suggesting that I'm making you sweep the floor just to keep you busy?"

Caitlyn panicked for a moment. She took a deep breath, considering her next words carefully. "I... can't speak to your motivations, Mistress. I was just noticing that the house is already well kept without my participation."

Michelle rolled her eyes and gave what might have been a muffled chuckle.

"A diplomatic answer," replied Moira. "Well played. Indeed, I don't *need your help to keep the house, but your assistance is appreciated. I feel you've worked enough in here. I will have you move to the living room and begin to sweep out there. Before you go, however, remove the gag from Michelle's head and use it to seal your own lips."

Caitlyn sighed. "Yes, Mistress." She moved to her trapped partner and was about to comply but caught herself. "May I let go of the broom to do that, Mistress?"

"You may!" The AI sounded delighted. "I really thought I'd catch you with that one. What a good servant you are."

"Thank you, Mistress." As Caitlyn reached up to retrieve the gag, she leaned in and gave her partner a quick kiss. The gag did not come easily loose, but eventually it was peeled free. "While I can still ask, Mistress, what about Michelle?"

"I have plans for both of you," said Moira. "She is going to stay as she is for a moment. Then she will mop. As for you, don your gag, pick up your broom, and, with my official permission, move to the next room."

As she did not hear the exemption Michelle had gotten when she was gagged, even once her mouth was sealed, Caitlyn gave a game attempt at a 'Yes, Mistress' as she grabbed her broom and exited the kitchen, giving her still-suspended girlfriend a lingering look until their sightline was broken.

The living room was much larger, with more varied furnishings, and Caitlyn paused a moment, surveying where to start. Before she could, however, she heard Moira's voice addressing her. The quality was different. Not muffled, per se, but it did not sound like it would carry. With a moment's thought, she realized *was addressing her directly, the voice being conducted through her body by the collar.

"I'm not actually going to have you sweep out here," said Moira. It was her standard voice but felt very personal, like a whisper in the ear. "You were correct. Sweeping a clean floor is just busy work. Your circumstances still oblige you to obey of course."

Caitlyn also felt obliged to mumble an inarticulate response that might have been a 'Yes, Mistress.'

"Very good," Moira purred. "But instead of work, I thought I would demonstrate one of my creator's quirkier additions to the residence, and, in the process, set up a fun diversion for Michelle. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Caitlyn grunted her standard response. In multiple regards, she could not argue.

*

Michelle emptied the bucket into the utility room sink. She hadn't used much water. The floor was clean. She wrung the mop out as much as she was able before running it across the kitchen floor. The better for it to dry fast. She wasn't excited about going into the tiny workroom behind the kitchen. She was sure the AI was going to lock her in. The door stayed open. She replaced the bucket and mop before quickly exiting before a trap could be sprung. She wanted to make a break for it; to find Caitlyn, who'd been missing since she'd exited the room, but this had been anticipated. She followed her orders and halted at the table. "Finished, Mistress."

"So I see," came the reply. "An adequate job."

"Thank you, Mistress," Michelle paused. "Is Caity doing all right, Mistress? I can't hear her moving around." And she had been listening. This game was a little less fun without her girlfriend present.

'It seems she *has run into some difficulty," said Moira. "But she has not asked for assistance yet. Her pulse and respiration are stable."

"Is she still gagged, Mistress?" asked Michelle with a half grin.

"She is," replied Moira impishly. "Oh dear, I believe I see your point. Would you care to go check on her?"

"I would, Mistress. Very much." Michelle smiled. Moira said she could 'see' them. She had to wonder if facial expressions made a difference to her. Something to ask, perhaps when she wasn't so anxious to find Caitlyn.

"Very well. You have my permission to seek her out," said Moira. "Though once you find her, you will restrict yourself to her immediate location."

Ominous. Implying that her location was fixed. "Yes, Mistress." Michelle did her best not to rush out the living room entrance. 'Seek her out' Moira had said. Further implying Caitlyn might be hard to find. But Michelle needn't have worried. The first thing she noticed upon leaving the kitchen was her girlfriend. "Oh, there you are! I thought you might be harder to find."

Caitlyn was faced away from Michelle and crouched to the side of the steps to the loft. She started a bit at the address, but didn't otherwise move or respond. Also, her head was pushed through the second gap in the bannister bars. It appeared to be a very tight fit.

"Aw, geez, Caity! What did you do?!" Michelle rushed around to the steps to face her partner. As she rounded the bannister, she found Caitlyn's lips still sealed and her cheeks quite red. Their eyes met as Michelle ran her fingers up either side of Caitlyn's face, feeling exactly how tight the fit was. "How did you even manage this?"

Caitlyn rolled her eyes and groaned, mumbling a nonsensical answer. Finally, she tapped the post on the right side of her face before gripping it and giving it a pull.

"Yeah, I think we're going to have to cut it or something. If Muh-- Mistress lets us. This has got to fall under health and safety somehow..." Michelle sounded a little panicky as she explored her partner's predicament.  

"Mmn. Mmn!" Caitlyn grunted, shaking her head as best she could, before tapping the post again.

"I know!" returned Michelle. "Mistress, can we do something?"

"Yes, Michelle," Moira replied. "The right post is powered and will move. That is how she got her head in there and how she will extract it easily. Please calm yourself. Your heart rate is rising."

Caitlyn nodded, which was easier than a head shake. With her right hand, she continued to grip the post, but with her left, she took Michelle's hand and squeezed.

"So... so, you can just let her out whenever?" Michelle stammered, before adding a belated "Mistress."

"Yes, Michelle. Of course," Moira replied. "And what a good girl you are to remember your manners even when upset." The AI's voice was still shifted but her tone became more soothing for a moment.

Michelle let out a breath. "Thank you, Mistress. I was worried we were going to have to call for help. Then we'd have to explain that we were locked in and why we're naked..."

Caitlyn squeezed her partner's hand again.

"Valid concerns," agreed Moira. "But one of my directives is to limit outside embarrassment. If help was required, Lockdown would end."

"Okay," sighed Michelle, getting herself back under control a little. "So can we--. Uh, you let her out now?"

"Of course I can," said Moira. "But I will not just yet."

"So how long is she going to be in there?"

"The current duration is set to the maximum allowed by the health and safety protocols," supplied Moira.

"Which we didn't review," sighed Michelle. "Is there anything I can do to get her out?"

"Why, yes Michelle!" said Moira brightly. "This was to be a game I had set up for you. There is an action you can take, somewhere in the cabin. A 'key' if you will. I will offer you clues and minor directions, and if you successfully complete this mission, I will immediately free Caitlyn."

"Sounds simple enough," said Michelle. "And how do you feel about it," she asked, looking to her girlfriend.

Caitlyn gave a shrug and unsuccessfully tried to extricate her head from the bannister.

"Right, you're in there until I get you out," said Michelle. "So I might as well do something. Okay, Mistress. Where do I start?"

"Very good," purred Moira. "I will keep my clues quite basic for the moment. To establish a baseline. At any rate, this is a tricky situation. Perhaps you should ask a dragon if you can find one."

"Mmn," Michelle mused, catching Caitlyn's eye. "Was your aunt, by any chance, a nerd?"

Caitlyn gave a thumbs up before pointing down with her index finger.

"Yeah, the dungeon was my thought too," Michelle grinned. "Looks like I'm going to see it before you." 

Caitlyn rolled her eyes and waved a dismissive hand.

"All right, Mistress," said Michelle. "I think the 'key' is in the dungeon. I've never been there. Can you direct me please?"

"Of course, Michelle. Since you asked so politely," said Moira. "Return to the utility room."

"Yes, Mistress." Michelle bent to give her partner a quick kiss, but paused, remembering the gag. She pecked her on the forehead instead. "I'll get you out of this, Babe. Though maybe we'll have to get you back into it later for a bit of fun." She stood and headed for the kitchen.

The door to the utility room had been inconspicuous. Not hidden, but not obvious either. Michelle hadn't realized it was there until Moira had opened it for her. Likewise, there was not an obvious route to the basement inside the small room until a wall panel slid down into the floor revealing steps leading downward.

"Very cool, Mistress," commented Michelle. "Your creator had style."

"Thank you, Michelle," returned Moira. "I believe she did, though the 'secret' doors were Mr. Parrish's idea. 'Secure and aesthetically pleasing' was his sales pitch. Indeed, the dungeon is quite thoroughly soundproofed as well. More for privacy than any nefarious purpose."

"Uh, good to know, Mistress."

The stairs led down to what Michelle would consider a standard basement. Plascrete floors. Bare Plascrete wall. Standard basement things. A fuse box and slightly elevated computer setup in one corner (Moira's brain?) The space, however, was split by a sturdy wall cutting across the center with a heavy door near one end. A door that swung open with an ominous creak.

Michelle shivered slightly at the noise. "Oh. Atmospheric. Is the creak intentional? Because it works."

"There is a recording of a discussion about how to stiffen the hinges," said Moira.  

"Cool," said Michelle. "Creepy as hell, but very cool. Uh, Mistress..." She started for the door. "I always thought I'd have armor or something if I was going to explore a dungeon. I'm feeling a little, um, naked."

"If it makes you feel better, you're not *completely naked," put in Moira helpfully. "And the things you *are wearing, are appropriate for a dungeon."

"True, I suppose," said Michelle, giving the ring on her collar a flick.

The dungeon itself was both different from what she'd pictured and exactly what she'd thought. The look was, of course, modern with plascrete walls as opposed to wet bricks. There were chains set into the walls with various clamps and devices hanging from them, and several large furniture pieces. There was also a large closet room off to one side that Michell took to be the material handling setup.

"Welcome to my parlor," said Moira. "Is it everything you hoped it'd be? I'll give you a moment to look around. To take stock, if you will."

"Thank you, Mistress," Michelle let her eyes drift over the room. "It's pretty cool." She paused as her eyes lit on a specific piece of furniture. "Ah, I see. If that was a clue, Mistress, I'm going to have to ask for clarification."

"Figured it out already, did you?" purred Moira. "Clever girl."

"Yes, Ma'am," replied Michelle with a grin. "It wasn't 'rocket surgery'."

*

Caitlyn heard a slight whine and felt the pressure on the right side of her jaw decrease. She took a breath, forcing herself to wait a second for the trap to fully disengage before scrambling backwards out of the bannister. Her head slid easily free of the posts and she landed on her butt a short distance away. She had known it was a trap that could be opened, and she wasn't actually stuck. Still, it was nice to have it proven.

"Mmn hmm," Caitlyn grunted, just in case Moira was expecting a reply, but the AI remained silent. It was a little unnerving. The nano-fibre still felt locked in place, but she took a moment to try and pry it loose anyway. It didn't budge. Caitlyn groaned.

She slowly climbed to her feet, involuntarily keeping her head well away from the stairs. She was anxious to go find Michelle. Both to thank her for, presumably, getting her free, but also to see what trouble she'd gotten into in the process. Her partner wasn't back yet and, given the last few hours, there was probably a reason for that.

Caitlyn had never been to the basement or even seen the door, but she heard Moira mention the utility room and started on her way. She wasn't sure she had permission, but hey, she couldn't ask at the moment so she just moved and waited for a reprimand. One never came.

The 'secret' utility room door stood open right where she remembered. Caitlyn slipped inside and stopped short, giving a muffled squawk at the *actual secret door that stood open in the small room. She'd never known it was there. She crept over to it and looked in at the steps leading down.

Caitlyn swallowed as she took her first step down as it occurred to her how ill-equipped for exploring she was. Her ankles were still tethered, though she felt she had enough slack to chance the stairs, and she was entirely nude. She was apprehensive, but Michelle was probably down there, and probably in some low-level trouble. She took another step, then a third. The stairs creaked and popped as she descended. The air was cooler as she went lower, feeling almost like wading it to water on her bare skin.  

"Caity? I really hope that's you." came a voice from deeper in the basement. "I'm, um, in a pretty bad way for anyone else."

Caitlyn took a breath to reply, but was reminded that her lips were still sealed and just let it go, quickening her abbreviated steps a little as she crossed the basement. There was one place to go and she bee-lined for the open door, only to stop short once she saw inside. "Hmnk!" She snorted out a laugh at the sight that greeted her.

"Yeah, yeah, hopefully Caity," Michelle responded. "I realized after I couldn't move that my ass was pointed right at the door. You must be Caity though. It sounds like you're still gagged."

Michelle was indeed in the room past the door. She was bent ninety degrees over a rail with her head and hands locked in a pillory with her feet held in stocks near the floor. Her legs were fixed several feet apart, presenting a vulnerable picture to anyone entering the room. The pillory obscured her head from view and appeared to be made of metal, or perhaps heavy-duty plastic.

"Mmm hmm," mumbled Caitlyn. She stalked into the room, directly to her partner's exposed backside, running her hands over it and starting up her back.

"Ah! Good... Feels like you." Michelle jumped a little at the contact. "I honestly don't know who else it would be, but, you know, I can't see, you can't talk... My imagination was doing crazy things."

Caitlyn's hands continued their journey. Before they reached Michelle's shoulders, they snaked around her torso to cup her breasts.

"Oh! Not fair!," gasped Michelle. "I didn't take advantage of you when you were stuck in the stairs."

Caitlyn didn't let go, so much as drag her hands clear of her girlfriend's chest as she rounded the pillory to find Michelle's immobilized head. She bent and pressed the gag to the girl's forehead in a simulated kiss.

"Hey, babe," grinned Michelle. "You'll never guess what I had to do to get you loose."

Caitlyn grunted out a chuckle and rapped lightly on the pillory. It certainly felt more like plastic than metal, though it was still hard to tell. Then she gave kind of a half bow, half curtsy as a non-verbal thanks.

"You're welcome," replied Michelle. "Here's to hoping you can return the favor." She wiggled her hips to demonstrate the grandest movement she could make.

"Mmn," said Caitlyn. Then she raised her eyes away from her girlfriend. "Muf-weff!"  She mumbled as loud as she could.

Michelle sighed as there was no reply. "Um, Mistress, I think Caity is trying to talk to you."

"Oh, indeed?" Moira's voice broke in. "And what do you suppose she means to say?"

"Uh, well..." stammered Michelle. "I think she wants to know how to get me out of this thing. Right, Caity?"

Caitlyn nodded emphatically in response.

"Hmm," Moira purred. "How fortunate her body language was so obvious. She apparently agrees. Otherwise I might have thought your interpretation self-serving."

"Ah, well," replied Michelle. "True, I guess, though if  I didn't think she'd get me out of this, I might not have gotten myself in."

Caitlyn nodded again and ran her fingers along Michelle's jaw.

"I see," said Moira. "Of course you are quite firmly locked in at the moment. I could, of course, give Caitlyn a task and a scavenger hunt to extricate you. However, you are intelligent young ladies, so I will 'say the quiet part out loud'. We could keep this up all day, this little game. One of you trapping herself to release the other. I certainly wouldn't mind. Or, as a second option, I could trap you here together and halve the duration. Granted, for that path, Caitlyn would have to be at least as immobilized as Michelle is currently. It might be boring, but you would be together. And your biometrics indicate that to be preferable."

"Also true, Mistress," grinned Michelle.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but nodded, holding up two fingers in a V.

"I think Caity chooses the second option, Mistress," interpreted Michelle. "I'm stuck here either way."

"Very well," said Moira. There was a series of pops along Caitlyn's cuffs and even her collar. "Caitlyn, there is an X-frame helpfully set within Michelle's limited sightline. Place your back to it and connect your ankles, collar, and right wrist to the appropriate anchor points."

Caitlyn blinked and turned to look. In front of her partner, there was, indeed, a large X-shaped device; obviously her target. That her left wrist specifically had been left out gave her a pause, but only mentally. Physically, she stepped immediately to the frame and began arranging herself in the likely intended manner. Her wrist and ankles locked easily into place, the tether between her ankles stretched taut. Her collar required a little guidance from her left hand, but that soon snapped into place as well.

"Well done," complimented Moira. Just a few more steps. First, because I am kind, remove the gag from your lips and place it over your left nipple."

"Muhwah! " Caitlyn gasped, peeling the plastic free. "Ff-thank you, Mistress." Then she aligned the device and bonded it to her chest, completely obscuring her nipple.

"Yes, thank you, Mistress," added Michelle.

"You are welcome," said Moira. "Caitlyn, as you may have guessed, your last task is to position your left wrist. Then I will adjust the timer."

"Yes, Mistress," Caitlyn sighed, stretching her arm up to snap into the proper arm of the X. Once attached, she struggled against the anchors. It was a basic test to see how much she could move, but mostly to entertain her trapped girlfriend. She could really only wiggle her hips.

Michelle giggled. "Welcome to the dungeon. So how was your day so far?"

"Pretty much like this," replied Caitlyn. She flexed her body ineffectually. "So what do you want to do now?"

"Uh, twenty questions?" suggested Michelle. "Enjoy the scenery?" she added with a smirk.

"Oh, sure," Caitlyn returned with a grin. "That's great for you. I can only see your hands, face, and shins. Granted, I like that nail polish, and those are the sexiest shins I've ever seen... But you get the full package."

"Yeah, I do," agreed Michelle, licking her lips.

"Perhaps I have a suggestion," said Moira.

*

The screen faded in on Gina's face with her thumbs visible a distance on either side. It appeared she was secured in the same pillory that held Michelle.

"The camera is adjusted and recording," said Moira's voice. It was her standard servitor voice as opposed to the increasingly familiar Mistress configuration.

"Thank you, Moira," sighed Gina. "The date is... Fuck! I can't remember the date!"

"The date is May 14th, 2042," supplied Moira.

Gina closed her eyes and pushed out another sigh. "Thank you. The date is May 14th, 2042. I'm in the dungeon running some tests on the equipment and... I'm stuck. I don't know what exactly the problem is, but Moira can't unlock the pillory. Or the stocks. If I had to guess, I missed a handshake in the code, or misplaced a decimal point, I don't know. The point is she can't find the command, so here I am."

"My apologies, Gina," said Moira.

"Not your fault," grumbled Gina. "I could have run the process *without being in the damn thing." She exhaled again before returning her attention to the camera. "I'm all right. Steve is out fishing and will be back soon. He'll rescue me from myself. Again. On a related note, I am currently stuck in a soundproofed dungeon behind two hidden doors. I'd be in serious trouble without Steve. I'm going to have to figure out some kind of safety system for situations like this. A hard duration, maybe? Or at the very least," she rolled her eyes, "I should be more careful. Moira, what time is it?"

"It is 2:07 P. M.." replied Moira. "External sensors indicate someone walking the path from the boathouse, and Mr. Parrish's cell just pinged on the network."

Gina let out a relieved breath. "Okay. When he gets in the house, tell him where I am and my... situation. Tell him if he laughs I will hurt him and not in the fun way."

"Of course, Gina," replied Moira.

Gina gazed directly into the camera. "This is going to be humiliating." she sighed. She was silent for a few long minutes until finally the dungeon door could be heard obnoxiously creaking open. "Steve?"

"The one and only," came the reply. "Moira tells me you're having some trouble. She also threatened me." 

"I was just following orders," put in Moira.

"I'm sure," said Steve, a grin evident in his voice. "So what happened? And how can I help?"

"Okay. Okay," said Gina. "Moira can't find anything in the code, so I think we're going to have to do this manually. If you can purge the pneumatic actuators, it should loosen everything up. You still might have to, uh, pry a little, but you'll be able to get me out. The actuators are in a box on the..." Her eyes widened. "Wait, what are you doing?"

"Looking for these... actuators you said?"

"That is not where the actuators are!" Gina's cheeks colored. "Steve? Steve!" Her tone was undercut by the grin on her face before the screen winked out.

*

"Aw..." groaned Michelle.

"Thank you' Mistress," Caitlyn sighed. The screen had risen off to one side of the furniture. Not an ideal viewing angle for either of them, but functional. "The pillory would have blocked the visuals, but I don't need to hear that."

"Of course, Caitlyn," said Moira. "I recall your concerns from previous viewings. And to address another potential concern, Gina did have a prearranged safe word with Mr. Parrish for situations like that. If she had been in actual distress, she would have used it to express urgency."

"Good to know, Mistress," said Michelle. "On a related note, I hope the problem with the locks was fixed." She twisted ineffectually in the pillory. "You, uh, can let me out of this thing, right?"

"Why, Michelle. It would be irresponsible to place you in a device I couldn't release you from," chided Moira. "Of course I can." There was a pause. "I think."

"Ha ha, Mistress."

"Indeed," said Moira slyly. "And, alas, the time for proving it has arrived. The two of you are due a bathroom break and perhaps a beverage." There were a series of pops and clicks as Caitlyn was released from her frame. The tether on her ankles also fell away. "Caitlyn, move to Michelle and assist her in straightening. She may be a little stiff from her position."

"Yes, Ma'am." Caitlyn obeyed, covering the short distance to her girlfriend. As soon as she was in place, both the stocks and pillory split, the latter sliding vertically to allow Michelle to extract herself.

"You see, Michelle? Nothing to worry about,"

"I wasn't *that worried, Mistress," Michelle groaned and stretched as Caitlyn assisted her to an upright position. "Maybe a little. But that is why you showed that particular video."

"Perhaps." Moira's tone held a hint of amusement. "Caitlyn, when Michelle is stable, retrieve the cable from your ankle and bring it with you upstairs. Give it to the butler when you see it."

"Yes, Mistress."

Moira was quiet for a few moments as her charges got themselves arranged. "Wonderful. Now upstairs, both of you, and straight to the bathroom. I will allow another tandem visit since it worked so well the last time. You will have ten minutes once the door closes behind you."

"Yes, Mistress," came the unison reply. The girls trooped out the exit, and the heavy door immediately creaked closed behind them ("Guh, creepy," observed Caitlyn). The butler drone waited as they exited the utility room to accept Caitlyn's cable. The 'secret doors both slid shut behind them.

"So that was the dungeon," commented Michelle as they walked. "Pretty cool."

"Yeah," agreed Caitlyn. "Lots of toys. We could have been down there all day and not been locked up the same way twice. I was more impressed with the secret door. I didn't know it was there."

"That is the point of a 'secret' door," said Moira. "But Mr. Parrish will be pleased."

"Um. I'm not sure how much he's going to hear about this, Mistress," said Caitlyn, her cheeks turning a little pink.

"Ah, well, he may make some guesses from the access logs if he decides to look," replied Moira. "He also can view the biometric feed. The better to keep an eye on my creator."

"Aw..." Caitlyn groaned. "Access logs?"

Michelle looked a little embarrassed as well. "Does he know you're in Mistress mode, uh, Mistress?"

"I don't know," said Moira. "He *can know."

"Ugh," sighed Caitlyn. "That might be an... awkward conversation."

"As long as he can't look at the cameras and spatial data?" said Michelle. It was more of a hopeful question than a statement.

"No," stated Moira. "Your modesty is safe for the moment. Now, into the bathroom, both of you. I am going to start some dispenser meals. Then, I think you have been well enough behaved to be allowed to watch a movie and spend time together. I may even allow you to choose."

The pair locked eyes as Caitlyn's words from the previous day came back to them. "Thank you, Mistress," they replied in unison.