Ooooh. First it's those two brats tied up in the corner.
"Comfy, Ladies? We'll discuss your penalties for tickling me when I'm all the way awake. Meanwhile, just 'hang around', eh?" I'd tied ropes around their torso, clipped their wrists, and hung them on the wall. Juvenile delinquents.

Anyway, after that, I got back to sleep. Now I wake up and have a headache that would make George's face fall off Mount Rushmore. Oy. I had some hangover solutions, but each was just one step better than the hangover. Just barely, that is. I guess those 3 bottles of champagne after we came to bed might have been a little much.

Dragging my tail to the bathroom purely by force of will, as my legs were not in agreement as to who should drive this messed-up mass of mine, I grabbed the best of the solutions. This stuff, a gift from the wizard some time ago, contained hair of goat, minced bat-penis, eye of newt, toe of frog, and god knows what else. The label was tricky; it had a tendancy to change while you were reading it. Darn wizard, anyway.

What ever was in it did work. For about 6 hours, which was usually enough for the body to finish changing the alcohols into sugar. You still felt like you got hit by a train, but with this the train only knocked you off the tracks instead of running you over.

I jumped in the shower cubicle and steamed myself a while, giving the concoction a chance to work. Coming out, I realized I felt some better. The devilish duo woke up while I dressed for the day, and complained behind the gags I had on them.

Dressed, I approached the two transgressors and lifted them off the hooks, one per hand. I quickly undid their bonds, as I supposed they needed the restrooms themselves. Five minutes later, we went out into the main dungeon. I told them to dash and have breakfast, and to meet back at my desk when they finished... but no longer than an hour. When I got to the dining area, they were already shoveling calories: doubtless they wished to bathe before they found what awaited them. I walked over to the serving line, and who do I find but my buddy WannaBeExopsed! I requested the breakfast she does best, grabbed a liter of Grape Juice and today's paper, and sat down to wait. By the time I finished the comics and the obituaries (thank goodness none from our dungeon today; this shameless wasting of good slaves MUST stop), my breakfast arrived. I kissed WB on the forehead and praised her on her work, and required her presence in my office when her shift ended at 11. She went away with a horizontal smile.... I got to admire her vertical smile as she went back to work. Delicious. As was the breakfast.

Making it back to my office at the 58 minute mark, I noticed the troublesome women in proper presentation opposite my desk. I sank into my chair, then instructed them to move closer to the desk while staying on their knees.

"Well, wenches, do you feel it worthwhile now to have tickled me? Drunk? That seems likely: you both drank champagne as though you were ready to go down with the Titanic. I do feel merciful, however, so we'll make it a short punishment. Come with me, and walk on your feet now."

They followed me closely, their arms still in "presentation" mode. We passed Modius on the way, and he stopped both women, pinched them here and there with one hand while frigging them with the other. He stopped when they were just about to climax, smiled at me, and went on his way.

We shortly arrived at one of the theme rooms, Desert. Grabbing Nikki5, I looked into her eyes. "Nikki5, I know you are new here, but a basic understanding of who is in charge was part of your orientated during your deforestation and blondification. You knew it was wrong, and now you must pay. But not much, this time."

Walking across the room I found a pretty large ant hill. I called to the computer to lower the lights to 'sifted sunlight', so I could see. I placed Nikki5 so the anthill was just between her thighs, and poured honey on her breasts and crotch areas. This would do nicely to attract those fire ants. Each would only bite once, though, as the honey was treated to almost kill the ants on contact. They would only have time to bite once before they died. I put an air-tight helmet on her to protect her head from harm, and turned on the oxygen for her. I swung the timer over her face so she could see how much time she had left. I set it for 60 minutes, and walked over to A.

"I know YOU knew better, A, and I don't want to hear those dumb 'But I missed you so much!' excuses. Over here then.

"Isn't it nice how my cacti have grown? I just love succulents; they need so little care. Lots of sunlight and the occasional watering, and they grow so well. Kneel down on these boards." They were carpeted, and about 6" square. I bound her knees to the boards. Two pieces of elastic 'bungee cord' hung down from the ceiling; I lowered the winch and connected the rings at the ends to her nipple rings, then raising the winch to tighten them. She knelt as straight as a second grader at Sunday School. I widened the locations of her knee bindings until the small barrel cactus below would enter her pussy three inches deep. Most of the needles had been removed from the first three inches of the desert plant; but SHE didn't know that! A screamed until she realized there was no problem. Then I spread her legs somewhat further, and she had good reason to scream; those needles were sharp!

"A, you have a dilemma here. As long as you can hold still, the cactus won't hurt much. But when you try to straighten yourself more to ease the pain on your tits, you'll have to raise yourself and get some little rips in your pussy.Then you'll try to go down further to ease that pain, and your tits get tortured again.

"You know better than your behavior earlier. You'll have the pleasure of being bound like this for three hours, and every 30 minutes you'll get 10 spanks of the paddle somewhere. That ought to move you around a little, eh? Here come the first 10." I started to spank her, the first two on the undersides of her mammeries, two more on the tops of them (earning a nice scream with them), four on the buttocks, and the final two on the tops of the breasts.

By this time, Nikki5 had completed her hour, and I freed her from her bonds. I sent her to the medical office so Lady Dee could see to her. Turning back to A, I told her I would meet her at supper, and put the safeword button in her hand.

On leaving, I requested that Mastermike free her at the proper time, and informed him of the safeword channel on his pager, thanking him for his help. I hit the dining room for a bottle of diet Pepsi, and set out for the Wizard's room. I had something to talk to him about.