A Day With Tsunade: Finale

“Drop that camera, Ino!” A particularly flustered looking Tsunade shouted through the blown apart doorway. Sakura watched a look of pale terror quickly creep over the imposter Tsunade’s face. Her skin had gone as white as a wax candle and grew paler by the second as the real Tsunade slowly strolled towards her. There was complete silence between them all for several minutes before Tsunade spoke up again. “I said, drop that camera.” She spoke again, even more sternly than before. Without budging another muscle, Ino let the camera slip from her fingers and fall to the ground with a loud clunk.

Sakura was completely baffled by this point in time. What was going on?! Nothing seemed to happen, although it was obvious that some sort of internal battle was taking place within the fake Tsunade. But, the real Tsunade just called her Ino! That couldn’t be true! Sakura was desperate for answers. With several loud grunts into her gag and furious tugging on the ropes keeping her spreadeagle, she tried to get someone’s attention. “MMMph!” She shouted at the top of her lungs.
“Don’t worry, Sakura, I’ll be there to untie you shortly.” Tsunade spoke up, still never ceasing her cold unforgiving stare at her impersonator. “Just give me a minute to deal with Ino here, and then I’ll give you all the answers you need.”

Ino did not budge, obviously scared speechless. She had never factored this into her plan! Tsunade began approaching her, obviously savoring the moment. She stopped in front of the disguised Ino, looking at her eye to eye. “You’re lucky I’m so understanding, Ino. If this were something bigger than a simple rivalry between you and Sakura, I could have you executed. But, I’m feeling merciful.” Ino remained speechless, still not releasing her jutsu that gave her Tsunade’s appearance. “I’ll be right with you, Ino.” Tsunade muttered as her fist launched out from her side with a pale blue aura around it. The punch made contact and drove straight into Ino’s gut, driving the air from her lungs as her eyes went wide. A large cloud of smoke burst from the two Tsunade’s where the fist made contact. Sakura squinted as the smoke cleared, and sure enough saw Ino, back in her normal form, unconscious, lying limply on top of Tsunade’s fist. “I’ll deal with you in a minute.” She mumbled as she tossed Ino’s limp body to the ground.

“I suppose you want some answers.” Tsunade said casually as she stepped behind Sakura and unbuckled the ball-gag. Sakura took a moment to cough and lick her lips before trying to speak. She had been gagged for so long now!
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I would very much like to know…what in the world just happened!?”
Tsunade now stood to the side of her, reaching up to untie Sakura’s wrists as she spoke. “Well, for something Ino came up with, it was pure genius, which is completely surprising. It was an admirably effective plan. You see, Ino’s been itching to get some kind of dirt on you for a long time. She really wanted nothing more than to humiliate you and show everyone that she’s a better ninja. Somehow, she found out about my plans for today and ambushed me in the woods when I came through on my trip to Konoha while you were still in the first tie. She waited for me to stand as perfectly still as I could, because I was expecting anyone but Ino to attack me. After I wasn’t moving, she used her jutsu and took over my body.” Tsunade had finished untying Sakura’s wrist by this time and moved on to the next one. Sakura let out a groan of relief as her arm flopped exhaustedly to her side.

“Of course, she was well aware that regular ropes would not work very well on me.” She continued. “So while she was controlling me, she had me bind myself in a hogtie with these.” She said lifting up her arms to show Sakura nearly a dozen different sets of handcuffs she had draping off of them, almost like Christmas ornaments! “Of course she wasn’t aware that, although it takes many hours, a master of escape can pick locks with there chakra techniques, similar to how you do it with ropes.” Tsunade had now untied both wrists and was now working on the tight belt of ropes holding Sakura’s waist. “So, after I woke up, I realized what she was trying to do, I escaped from her trap, and came here to save you before she posted pictures of you like this all over Konoha.” She said as she unbound Sakura’s ankle.
“But, Tsunade, there’s just one thing I don’t understand.” Sakura spoke up, “I realize that she may have some experience tying people from Escape Class, but there’s no way Ino could manage to bind me the ways that she did on her own. It was the work you’d expect from a master like you, Tsunade.” Sakura said as Tsunade untied her ankle, leaving only one more to go.
“Ah, I figured as much.” She responded, “She probably stole my list from me while I was under her control.” She said as she freed Sakura from the last of her bonds. Sakura, exhausted as she’s ever been in her life, collapsed on the ground, grateful for finally being able to rest. Tsunade walked over to Ino, still out cold, and reached into her back pocket. Sure enough, she pulled out a small notepad. “This explains, in detail, every single devious tie that I’ve ever invented, as well as every trick in the book for keeping them contained. Even a complete novice would be able to bind me in a way that I couldn’t escape, or call for help in a million years if they followed these instructions decently enough.” Sakura eyed this notepad eagerly. She would HAVE to get a copy of it!

There was a long silence between the two after their conversation. Tsunade was obviously giving Sakura some down time from being tied up. In the meantime, Tsunade sat on a bale of hay, flipping through her notepad and occasionally jotting things down. Sakura wasn’t positive, but she was pretty sure she was writing down ideas on what to do with Ino. After about half an hour of rest, Sakura was ready to go. She had changed into a fresh set of clothes and had drunk at least four bottles of water. Tsunade stood up with a stretch and a slight sigh. “Well, Ino is bound to wake up any minute now, or at least she will be once we’re done with her.” Sakura had to admit, that was definitely one of the worst jokes she had ever heard, but at the same time, she couldn’t agree with her more.

“I’ve been writing my more brilliant ideas on the back pages, Sakura.” Tsunade said, flipping through the booklet nonchalantly. “So I would definitely advise that you pick from somewhere near the last five or so pages.” She said, handing the notes over to Sakura. Sakura grabbed the notes in her hands and just stared at the cover for a bit. She didn’t even know what to do next! This feeling was definitely something out of the ordinary! It was kind of weird, but it almost felt like an honor to just hold the booklet! It felt weird since it was a book about tying people up, but at the same time it was almost like reading a book about new jutsus! After all, Escapology was a legit ninja specialization! Justified in her actions, Sakura tore open the notepad and poured over its contents, making note of every tip, hint, and trick she came across, although she was well aware she would only be able to remember one or two of them out of the hundreds she read. Upon further analysis of the book she even found all the different ties that Ino had used on her. Much to her satisfaction, they were all near the end of the book. Of course she tried memorizing exactly how each of them worked before turning the page again simply out of habit, but it was just too much information. Plus, she was having way too much fun! She would get to do whatever she chose out of this book to Ino!

Sakura must have found at least two dozen different ties and gags she would have loved to do to Ino, (and she made note of the next rainy day) but she kept on looking through the book, thirsty for the perfect tie to humiliate her rival. At last, on the very last page, Sakura found a position that she could not resist trying on Ino! It was simply perfect for getting back at her. It was complex, efficient, a little painful, and best of all: humiliating.

“Tsunade,” She said proudly, “How about this one?” She asked, pointing to the walkthrough of the tie, as well as a small sketch of what the final product should look like. (She also noticed that the model for the sketch looked suspiciously like Shizune)
Tsunade gave a slight smirk as she glanced at Sakura’s choice. “I was hoping you would choose that one. I still haven’t gotten to test it on a real struggling subject, and I think this would be just the occasion for a trial!” Sakura felt uncontrollable pride swelling inside her. She was going to have some fun today!

Ino seemed to stir at these words, moaning and clenching her stomach as she sluggishly got up to her knees, coughing up a storm. “Heh… weird…” She wheezed through heavy breaths. She was on all fours and inhaling heavily, obviously still trying to regain her breath from Tsunade’s vicious punch. “Funny…” she said, “I was expecting to be tied up and in my underwear by now…” She got up onto her knees, breathing a little calmly and rubbing her stomach where the punch made contact.

“Oh, no no no, Ino!” Tsunade chuckled. “I wouldn’t have tied you up yet. I want you to be wide awake for when Sakura and I tie you up.” Ino seemed slightly vexed at this.

“Well then,” She stamped peevishly, “why in the world did you knock me out?!” Ino shouted angrily, rubbing her stomach fiercely.

“Oh, that?” Tsunade laughed again, “I just felt like punching you!” A look that was a cross between bewilderment, shock, and anger all seemed to jump onto Ino’s face as she heard these words. Sakura had to try desperately to contain her laughter upon hearing this. It did sound a bit cruel what Tsunade did, but it was Ino it happened to, which made it the funniest thing in the world.

“Now then, Sakura and I have been planning while you’ve been taking your little nap, and you’ve woken up at a very convenient time!” Tsunade said cheerfully. Despite Tsunade’s cheer, all emotions fell from Ino’s face as she went ghostly pale once more. “Now then, I’m going to need for you to strip down to your underwear for us both.” Tsunade said plainly, as if it were an everyday thing to say. And at this point, Sakura had to say she was suspicious that it actually was for her.

Ino didn’t seem to quite register what Tsunade had said. “C’mon, Ino, pants and shirt, both off…unless of course you would like another lesson…” Tsunade threatened, admiring her hand as the same light blue aura slowly engulfed it like blue fire. Ino was definitely encouraged to obey what Tsunade had told her at this point, although quite hesitant about it. She slowly and uncomfortably unzipped her dark purple jacket and dropped it to the ground, soon followed by the shirt she always wore underneath it. She let out an upset growl as the shirt dropped to the floor, landing in a cloud of dust.

Even though there were no boys around, it was rather embarrassing standing with her teacher and her greatest rival wearing a tight, bright pink bra. The bra itself was slightly too small, exposing a little extra cleavage than normal, obviously intended for the seduction of a boy later that day. It really showed off the frilly, and slightly slutty, girly-girl side of her that she really didn’t want either of them to see during training. “Go on Ino, pants too.” Tsunade warned, nodding her head towards Ino’s growing pile of discarded clothes. With a sigh of anger and shame, Ino slowly unbuttoned her pants. She waited a moment, took a look around, and let go of her pants with a groan. Her pants slid down her legs and landed next to her jacket and shirt on the ground, showing off a pair of Ino’s skimpy, and color matching pink panties. Like her bra, her miniscule panties were also slightly too small, hugging her curves just a little closer than normal underwear.

“Hmph! You happy?” Ino spat at Tsunade, who was circling around her.
“Well, as long as Sakura is,” Tsunade replied, “After all, you did the same thing to her.” Tsunade threw a look over to Sakura, who replied with two thumbs up and a satisfied grin. “Very good!” Tsunade exclaimed, “Then I suppose that I can finally begin! Oh, I’ve been waiting all day for this!” She smirked as she rubbed her hands together in anticipation. “Sakura! Toss me my bag!” She ordered. Sakura happily obliged, picking up the camera Ino had dropped with her other hand as she got the bag. Hiding it from her teacher, she stuffed the camera into her back pocket for later use.

“Alright Ino, let’s get started.” Tsunade said, stretching a coil of rope in her hands. “Put your arms behind your back and hold them there.” Ino obeyed unwillingly, putting her arms into two L shapes behind her back where Tsunade tied several coils of tight rope around wrists and arms, forcing her hands and arms together. Tsunade pulled a new coil from seemingly nowhere and pulled it tightly beneath Ino’s breasts. After two times around, she made a quick knot at Ino’s back and resumed winding the rope above her breasts. After a few passes around, Ino’s arms were trapped effectively against her back, unable to move.

“Ouch!” Ino complained, tugging at her bonds. “Do you really have to tie it so tightly?” Tsunade didn’t bother answering. “And do you think you really used enough rope there?!” She complained, not appreciating the countless lengths of rope that were encircling her arms and chest. As if to answer her question, Tsunade turned around, carrying more ropes in her arms. Tsunade gulped as her teacher once again stood behind her. She took a piece of rope and tied it with the knots on her back and wrapped it diagonally between her breasts several times. After repeating this on the opposite side and a few more tweaks, Ino’s arms were trapped in a flawless rope harness. Tsunade walked back to the bag to grab more supplies. While Tsunade was gone, Ino couldn’t help but feel how truly helpless she was. She had never really realized the joy she got out of being completely powerless and unable to defend herself.

Before she had time to mull things over any more, Tsunade returned, this time carrying an armful of rope and a wooden rod with two iron loops on opposite ends. Ino had a bad feeling about this. “Alright, on the ground.” Tsunade ordered, kicking Ino hard in the back, making her fall face-first to the ground with a loud thud.
“You could have just asked me to get down and I would have!” Ino complained.

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” Tsunade laughed as she shoved the wooden pole behind both of Ino’s knees. “This is called a spreader bar, for obvious enough reasons.” Tsunade said as she folded both of Ino’s legs shut on the wooden pole, just next to the iron loops. Then taking a large amount of rope, Tsunade tightly bound Ino’s knees to the pole, pulling the knots through the iron loops so that they would not move. Tsunade followed suit in tying Ino’s legs by wrapping a large amount of rope around Ino’s ankles and coiling all the way around her legs, frogtying Ino and ensuring that she couldn’t unfold her legs. The combination of both keeping Ino’s legs locked shut, as well as holding them spread with a spreader bar resulted in both a very effective tie, and a humiliating one, as her position drew much attention to her panties.

“Oh, and here’s another thing that you haven’t gotten to experience yet.” Tsunade said as she wrapped a belt of rope around Ino’s belly-button. After several quick and complicated twists and knots, Tsunade had looped the rope between Ino’s legs and tied it to the back of the belt around her stomach. Ino let out a yelp as Tsunade pulled the crotchrope tight and knotted it off with a violent yank. “This is called a crotch-rope, for obvious enough reasons.”

Ino whimpered and mumbled to herself, unsure of what she should do as Tsunade went around her with more rope, tightening bonds in places all over her, and adding some rope every here and there. The most annoying spot where extra rope had been tied was between her ankles and the back of her chest harness, holding her legs even more effectively in a tight hogtie. After what felt like hours of Tsunade binding her tighter and tighter, it finally seemed over. Ino sighed in relief, although she did not know why. She checked her bonds and attempted to struggle, but every muscle had been tied down flawlessly. Her arms were trapped tightly against her back, and her legs were spread apart, hogtied individually, and frogtied. Not to mention the crotch-rope was killing her!

“We’re almost there, Ino.” Tsunade cooed, pacing around her trussed up student and inspecting her work. “But, I think we both know the last thing that must be done.” Ino gulped. “And, here’s where I’m going to make it up to Sakura for missing an entire day of training.” She said, turning around to her. “Sakura, bring my bag over here and open the side pocket!” Sakura did, standing up with a stretch and carrying the heavy container of binding materials to her teacher and helpless rival. “Alright Sakura, choose what you want to gag her with. Anything at all from that pocket is fair game.” A malicious grin leapt onto Sakura’s face as a look of terror came over Ino’s. Sakura opened the second pocket and began digging through the contents, letting out several oohs and aahs as Ino waited in fear.

After several minutes of looking and choosing, Sakura turned to Tsunade. “You have such a huge collection! I just can’t decide!” She said, laying out her favorites in front of her. Ino strained to look around and see what all Sakura had, but she couldn’t move an inch, and Sakura was blocking her view.
“Aw, it’s fine!” Tsunade ensured her, “Just use all of them! That’s the best part about gags! They’re layerable!”
When Ino heard this, her face went ghostly pale. ALL of her choices?! Sakura filled her arms with what she had chosen and turned to her victim. She then carefully laid out each and every gag she was going to use in front of Ino, just below her nose, just to add a little bit to her tension. Her eyes went wide as she looked at everything in front of her. There were several cloths that had already been wadded up, as well as many other longer and thicker cloths that were laid out neatly, several rolls of tape, and two entire rolls of medical bandage. This was not going to be fun. “Alright Ino, open wiiiide!” Sakura giggled as she cradled the balled up cloths in her hand.

“There’s NO WAY that you’re stuffing that crap in m-ACKMMMMPH!!!” Ino was interrupted as Sakura shoved a wad of cloth deep into her mouth. Before Ino could spit it out, Sakura had already stuffed a second ball of cloth into her left cheek and a third one into her right. With Ino’s cheeks bulging from the packing, Sakura continued the vicious revenge gag. Taking a longer thinner cloth, she tied a large knot in the center and shoved it into Ino’s mouth, pushing the knot tightly behind her teeth to hold in the stuffing before knotting it off tightly behind her head. Not wasting any time, Sakura quickly picked up yet another cloth, folding it over once to make it smaller and thicker. With a quick swing over Ino’s head she pulled it as tightly as she could over Ino’s lips, ensuring the packing would not come out, as well as muting her protests by a large portion. “Mmmm! Hmnnph!” Ino whimpered, begging for mercy as Sakura continued to layer on more and more cloths over her mouth. She was tying them so tightly that the cloth was pressing deeply into her skin around her cheeks! But Sakura still was not finished! After tying a tight cloth over Ino’s mouth and nose, Sakura picked up the medical tape. By this time, Ino’s cries were little more than furious grunts, almost completely muted by the layers and layers of cloth.

Sakura carefully anchored a piece of the tape to the thick pad of cloth over Ino’s mouth and began wrapping around and around. She had passed around the back of Ino’s head at least five times by the time she ran out of a roll and repeated the process with her second one. Ino was now nothing short of furious. She understood that Sakura wanted a little bit of revenge, but this was going way overboard! She could barely hear herself anymore! “MMMMHMMNHMM!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs in utter fury, but it came out to Tsunade and Sakura as a quiet squeal of protest. Sakura finally picked up the tape, the last thing she was using to gag her with. Inside, Ino was both ecstatic, and fearful. Sakura anchored a strip of tape over the soft bandages around Ino’s lips and began to wrap around. She pulled the tape completely around Ino’s head, not bothering to avoid Ino’s hair, just wrapping her in tape from chin to nose in complete circles. “Hmmmph!! Mmmnnmmph!” Ino cried in anger as Sakura tore off the last strip of silver tape. Sakura took a few moments and smoothed down the tape on Ino’s mouth, pressing and massaging it until it formed a large silver sheet of tape around her mouth. Sakura stood up, obviously very satisfied with her work, and walked back to Tsunade.

While Sakura and Tsunade were chatting, Ino was having both the time of her life, and the most embarrassing experience of it. Sure she was being punished by her teacher and her rival, but she still loved being tied up! She felt a shiver go down her spine as she worked her lips uselessly behind the cloth, feeling the cleave-gag biting into the corners of her mouth. She felt the wads of cloth inside her mouth, forcing her cheeks to bulge and garbling any protests or any cries of help. She had almost lost all touch with reality by now. She wasn’t getting paid back for a cruel prank anymore. She was captured by Orochimaru’s gang, stripped down to her underwear for them all to see and tied up so tightly that she couldn’t even move. She moaned and groaned into her monstrously thick gag as she writhed and struggled on the floor in her own little world. She was completely helpless and embarrassingly exposed.

She had been struggling and imagining herself in different positions of distress for nearly half an hour. She had already been robbed in the dead of night, been held hostage by a group of bandits, and been kidnapped by a gang of ninjas with a grudge when she was suddenly snapped back into reality by a heavy weight plopping down onto her back. She snapped her head back to see Tsunade straddling her with one last cloth. “NMM HMM YMM DMMNG MPH MMPH?!” Ino grumbled behind her countless layers of cloth and tape.

“What am I doing with this?” She responded, “Why, the final touch of course! Well, almost final…” She said the last part under her breath. Before Ino could respond again, the cloth had been pulled tightly over her eyes, thrusting her into pitch blackness. Ino tried shaking it off, but it had been tied far too tightly for that. Unless she could get her hands free, the blindfold was not going to come off. “Alright, Sakura!” She suddenly shouted, still not getting off of Ino’s back. “She’s blind! Bring in the last pieces!” Ino was frantic now. They seriously weren’t done yet?! She tried to wiggle away, but the weight on her back made movement even more impossible.

After just a moment, Ino felt another rope slide into place somewhere on her back harness; it felt like where the knots for her chest ropes were. There was the sound of sliding rope and somebody tossing something into the air. “Alright, Tsunade!” Sakura called out, “That one’s done! Hook up number two!” Ino waited a moment, out of curiosity or fear she did not know. She felt the second rope get slid and tied into place. Yep, it was out of fear. She felt the second rope slide through and tie itself among the knots of her crotch-rope and get pulled taught. For a moment, there was complete silence.

“Ready? Heave!!!” Came a shout out of nowhere followed by a violent jerk on the ropes. Ino squeeled in terror as she felt her body yank from the ground as the air was forced out of her lungs. “Heave!” The voice shouted again, followed by another wrench on the ropes. Ino screamed as she felt pressure build up as she was being lifted into the air. They were suspending her, and quite painfully as well! The knots had been tied precisely so that with every tug, her crotch-rope and breast-ropes got tighter and tighter. To say the very least it was extremely uncomfortable. Another searing wave of pressure came on as she was being lifted higher and higher. Normally, suspension wouldn’t have been quite that bad, but the two points on which all her weight was falling was onto her chest and crotch-ropes. Finally the pulling stopped, and Ino took in several deep breaths. She was swinging back and forth, causing extra tension where the anchoring ropes were tied. The majority of the painful pressure fell upon her torso, but her lower body was still feeling a good amount of it. Although she couldn’t see, Ino had some idea of how she had been tied.

She was probably about a few inches off of the ground because she could almost feel her knees grazing the ground. She could tell that she was facing the front door and in a strange suspension tied as her knees were so close to the ground. Her body was vertical, but she could tell she was at an angle in the air; which is why not all the weight was on her crotch-rope. And Ino prayed that the two of them weren’t quite that cruel. Finally, after about a minute or so of swinging back and forth, mumbling and groaning into her monstrous gag to be let go, she suddenly felt something along the lines of a rubber ball get jammed into one of her ears. Ino mmphed and gave a quick wiggle out of surprise, but quickly stopped as it started making more tension on her chest ties. It was an ear-plug. Ino felt lips against her unplugged ear and Sakura’s voice in a whisper. “Good night, Ino! Have fun!” Ino yelped franticly as the second ear-plug was jammed in.

Nothing. Absolute silence. Absolute darkness. She tried to move, but not a single muscle could move. Her legs were frogtied shut, then individually hogtied to her harness, as well as tied with a spreader bar and crotch-rope. She had no doubt that, since she was looking forward, almost all the attention immediately flew to either her perky breasts, or her skimpy displayed panties. Her face burned cherry red as she tried to make some sort of noise, some kind of call for help, but she could barely even hear her own voice. Her mouth was stuffed full of cloth and sealed with a dozen different gags, and her arms were harnessed and pressed tightly against her back. Now, she couldn’t even feel the ground beneath her. It was like she was floating. Completely helpless. Completely powerless. Completely defenseless. Unable to move, escape, or call for help. Her mind began to wander again as another shiver of exhilaration ran down her spine.

“So, do you think she can hear us?” Sakura asked Tsunade as they sat there and watched Ino struggle, wiggle, and mmph into her gag, obviously in her own little world by now.
“Oh, no chance Sakura. I had these ear-plugs made specially, for when I have to babysit Konohamaru. Not the slightest sound can make it through.” She bragged. Sakura smiled widely.
“You know, besides the whole ‘getting held hostage and almost blackmailed by my worst enemy thing’, this has probably been one of the best days of my life!” Sakura cheered.

“Glad to hear it, Sakura!” Tsunade smiled, “And after a few days of rest, we will continue your training again,” She said turning around to her struggling student, “and we’ll make sure that Ino here doesn’t interfere next time.” She said giving her a loud slap on the rear. At this, Ino’s face turned red once again, as she mumbled something that resembled ‘Oh, Sasuke!’ through her gag.

The two of them prepared to walk out the door, leaving Ino to struggle and fight her bondage for the next few hours, when Sakura decided it was time. “Ready to go, Sakura?” Tsunade called with her back turned as she hoisted her bags onto her shoulders. Sakura spotted the notepad in Tsunade’s back pocket and began walking to her.

“Just about.” Sakura muttered as Tsunade turned around just in time for Sakura’s fist to plunge into her gut, a familiar blue aura surrounding it. Tsunade clutched her stomach and fell to her knees as the world quickly started swimming around her. Everything turned fuzzy, and then it all blurred together, and then finally turned into blackness.

Sakura giggled and congratulated herself as she reached into her teacher’s pocket and pulled out the notepad she had gone through all of this for. Shoving it into her pocket for later, she got to work. She quickly knelt down and flipped Tsunade onto her stomach. She quickly grabbed the sides of Tsunade’s top and tugged, unfolding her shirt from her body and revealing her dark red bra, covering her unnaturally large breasts. Sakura did the same to her teacher’s pants, quickly sliding them down her ankles, forcing her to show off a pair of tight cherry red panties, matching her bra color. Sakura grinned as she picked up the notebook, as well as a large pile of the chakra rope and began working.


Tsunade could feel herself, floating in blackness. She was weightless in unconsciousness; able to feel, but unable to respond to the outside world. For a moment she could have sworn that she felt bindings around her arms and legs, tightly tying them, but it couldn’t have been real. Could it? It felt like this, almost as if she was suspended in mid-air, for near the next hour.

She awoke with a start, snapping straight into awareness with a burst of adrenaline. There was a dull aching pain on her chest and between her legs. She could feel her knees just barely skimming the hay on the ground and her arms trapped uselessly behind her back. She took a look around, blinking her blurry eyes forcefully. She was tied the exact same as Ino, who was still mmphing and struggling in oblivious bliss just a few feet in front of her, although Tsunade was probably tied even more tightly than her. Also, she saw that she did not have the blindfold, gag, or ear-plugs that Ino did. “SAKUURAAA!” Tsunade shouted in fury, “WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!”

Sakura stepped out from a corner behind Tsunade, into the light in front of her. “Well Tsunade, my little prisoner, there are a few reasons. One: You lost to Ino: your student and my rival. And you’re the HOKAGE! I think it’s finally time someone at the top of the food chain gets a little punishment.
Two: You left me in an old farmhouse with Ino for hours on end, letting her tie me up and trick me into believing that she was giving me training.
Three: You had that booklet with all of your ideas in it. I figured you wouldn’t want to just hand it over to me, so I went ahead and did this so that I can make a copy.
Four: I’ve been wanting to do this for a long, long, long, time!” Sakura finished as she slowly paced around Tsunade, mimicking what she had done to Ino. “Of course, this is just something I arranged to show you that I’m plenty capable of getting back at you, regardless of your rank. Now that I have your notebook, it’ll be cake!”

Tsunade wasn’t sure what to think. In fact, she was completely baffled! She had never seen this side of Sakura before! She had always been so passive and submissive! She must have just finally snapped! “Don’t worry though, Tsunade, I still want to undergo training again, even if we have to redo the whole entire lesson. This is just a bit of payback for what happened today. And I suggest Ino joins us. She doesn’t seem to particularly excel at escaping.” She said, motioning at the grumbling blonde as she wriggled in her suspension ropes.

Tsunade was still speechless. This was all so much to take in at one moment! She stuttered for words, but before she could work up anything else to say, Sakura walked to her bag and returned with a gigantic red ball-gag. It just so happened to be the largest in Tsunade’s collection. “Aw, COME ON!” Tsunade complained, rocking back and forth in her suspension ropes. But Sakura didn’t listen. After a few moments Sakura stepped behind her and slowly brought the ball to her teacher’s lips. She almost loved being in control as much as she loved being the captive!

Tsunade grunted, pulling her head away from the gag, but she couldn’t shake it off. In the instant Tsunade stopped moving Sakura jammed the huge ball into her mouth buckling the straps mercilessly tight behind her head. “MMMMPMM!” Tsunade complained through her gag. Her jaw was forced as wide as it could go, which would make the upcoming few hours a painful experience. Tsunade felt helplessly exposed and defenseless. She couldn’t deny that there was something sexy about being totally unable to move or talk; her arms and legs wrapped up tightly and her largest ballgag blocking her mouth, suppressing her tongue and garbling any forms speech.

“Oh, and don’t get your hopes up,” Sakura added, “I already reset the chakra flow in your ropes to as strong and fast as possible, so don’t think you’re getting out of this without a good struggle.” Tsunade glared at her through eyes that were both furious, and the slightest bit impressed. “Yes, I figured out your little secret to escape from your booklet. You have to set the chakra flow at an absolute standstill and then draw it out of the ropes completely. Only then can you proceed to use escape jutsu. It’s very clever. The direction of the flow isn’t important, it’s the flow altogether.” Sakura finished. Tsunade grunted in defeat. If Sakura had really set the chakra current to maximum speed, then it would take at least an hour of constant work to slow it down, and then she’d still have the matter of escaping!

“And, just to add to the fun, you will join Ino in her complete helplessness.” Sakura said pulling out a blindfold and two more earplugs. Tsunade was unsure how to respond. She was definitely frightened, but there was also quite a level of…excitement! Sakura approached her teacher one last time and slid the blindfold over her eyes, tightly wrapping it around her head once before tying it off, shutting off any sunlight Tsunade could detect. “And to make this perfectly clear, I still can’t wait for our next training session. I want you to come at me twice as hard as I came at you. Teach me something that I’ll never want to forget, and you can have your notebook back.” Sakura finished, pushing the earplugs tightly into place and cutting off the last of Tsunade’s senses, save for the smell of hay and the taste of rubber. It was like she was floating on air, only unable to move or speak. Completely helpless to anything or anyone, only silence and blackness around her.

Sakura packed up the black duffel bag and looked back at her teacher and rival. Ino had been immersed in her own imaginary bondage world of helplessness for quite some time now, and it had taken Tsunade all of thirty seconds to follow suit. She was already squirming and mmphing on cloud nine. “Oh whoops!” Sakura said blatantly out loud, well aware that neither of them could hear her. “I forgot to tell you, Tsunade! While you were still out cold, I went and got a little friend of yours!” She said picking up Ino’s camera and sliding open what was left of the barn door. A familiar figure stepped through the opening and took the camera from Sakura’s hands, replacing it with a rather large purse full of silver coins. “Alright, they’re all yours, Jiraiya!” She said as she snapped open the purse, counted the money with a grin and snapped it back shut. Jiraiya was ecstatic, already zooming in on the squirming and mmphing Tsunade.

“Hee-hee! So you swear that they have no idea I’m here, right?” Jiraiya asked warily between snapshots of Ino.
“Not unless you touch them!” Sakura responded, giving Ino an unforgivingly hard spank on the rear. “MMMNMmm!” Ino squealed, obviously she thought that they had left her by now.

Jiraiya seemed a bit upset that he wasn’t allowed to touch, but regardless, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity! Sakura smiled and turned around. Exhaustedly, she walked out through the field and down the long road home. It had been a great day with Tsunade. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.