The sound of a bird chirping outside the window woke Jennifer and she opened her
eyes. The sun streamed through the open curtains and a warm fresh breeze wafted
lazily into the room. She yawned, then looked over at the alarm clock. 9:45.
Good. The last thing she wanted to do was to get up too early. It was a
Saturday morning in early June and although she didn't mind getting up early
during the week to go to work, nothing could compare to the luxury of sleeping
in
on a Saturday. She glanced over to the other side of the bed. It was empty. John
must have gotten up earlier; he had an annoying habit of waking up at 6:30 every
day of the year, even on vacation. She stretched her arms above her head and
yawned again, then got out of bed. She threw on her robe and went to look for
him. He wasn't down in the kitchen or in his work room; she had half-expected to
find him there, glued to his computer screen. She looked in the back yard; he
wasn't at the pool or working on the lawn. He wasn't out in the garage either,
and his van was gone. Where did he take off to on a Saturday? she wondered. He
probably had something up his sleeve. Saturday was their day for bondage games,
and it wasn't like him to waste any time getting down to business. She went back
into the house to get some breakfast. If he was coming back soon, she didn't
want to be tied up all day without some food in her stomach. As she was opening
the refrigerator, the phone rang. She walked over the phone hanging on the wall
in the kitchen, and picked it up. "Hello?" "Hi, it's me, Cindy. Listen, John
called me just now, and said he had to go into the office for awhile today, so
if
you didn't know where he was, now you know." "Oh, I see." "If you want me to, I
could come over this afternoon," Cindy said. "It's been awhile since we spent
some quality time together." "Uhh, you mean--" "Yup, John suggested it. He said
he felt bad about not being there today, and he thought I might be able to liven
up your day a bit. If you feel like it." "Uh, sure, I guess, if John doesn't
mind." "No, John certainly won't mind. So, you'll be ready, right?" "Uh, you
mean ready?" "Yes, sweetie, I surely do. And I expect you to do a good job
getting ready, after all, I spent a lot of time teaching you this stuff, didn't
I?" "Yes, Cindy, you have. Don't worry, I'll start preparing right away. What
time are you going to be here?" "Now, if I told you that, It would take away
some
of the suspense, wouldn't it? I'll be there sometime before three. And I don't
want to be disappointed." "Yes, Cindy, I'll do my best. You won't be
disappointed. Bye." "Bye, love. See you soon." Jennifer hung up the phone.
She felt her blood pumping slightly faster than normal as she gathered her
thoughts. So John was stuck at the office. Great. Well, it didn't matter that
much; after all, a visit from her friend Cindy was almost as much fun as playing
with John. The circumspect conversation they had just finished was about only
one thing: Jennifer submitting to her friend and allowing herself to be
restrained in any way Cindy wanted. And to top it off, Cindy also expected
Jennifer to save her some of the work, and tie herself up before Cindy arrived.
Jennifer felt her heart flutter as she pondered her options. How should she tie
herself up? Where should she position herself? Should she start now, and be
immobilized for what could be several hours, or should she wait, and take the
chance of Cindy showing up early and being very upset because she hadn't played
by the rules of their game? The options were endless. She decided she would get
started as soon as possible. Forty-five minutes later she was done. She sat
still for a moment, catching her breath. It had taken a lot of effort to get
herself into the spot she was in, and she hoped Cindy would appreciate it. She
tentatively tried to move her legs, but the ropes she had tied around them
proved
to be more than a match for her. She tugged on her wrists, but they remained
pinioned behind her. She shook her head, partly out of frustration and partly in
an attempt to shake off the hood she had donned, but accomplished nothing. She
could neither move nor see nor speak. And she could feel the familiar feeling of
arousal starting to spread throughout her body. Cindy would be happy.
Cindy drove quickly through the winding suburban streets leading to her friend
Jennifer's house. It was almost two, and she didn't want to be late for her
visit. By now Jennifer should have herself packaged and sealed, and she didn't
want to keep her waiting too long. Cindy's mind wandered as she drove. She
couldn't believe three years had passed since their first real physical
experience with each other. Cindy smiled as the memory played in her head. It
had been a cool, breezy day in early May. Cindy and Jennifer were sitting in
Jennifer's kitchen, drinking coffee and talking. They had gone shopping earlier,
and they had spent the last hour trying on some of the summer outfits they had
just bought. Cindy was wearing nothing out of the ordinary, just a pair of
loose-fitting shorts and a white cotton blouse splashed with green and yellow
dots. Jennifer, however, had gone all out and had donned a tight, skimpy halter
top that left little to the imagination, and pair of skin-tight jean shorts that
ended just below her crotch. Cindy gazed with admiration at her friend's shapely
body, wondering exactly how she managed to keep so slender. Something about the
outfit bothered her, however. Cindy realized that the revealing clothes were
completely out of character for her friend. She had never seen Jennifer wear a
skimpy bathing suit in public before, let alone that top she was practically
falling out of. Something in Jennifer's manner seemed out of place as well; she
seemed to be distracted, not paying complete attention to the conversation.
Cindy decided to search out the reason for her friend's odd behavior. "So, how
are you and John doing?" Cindy asked. "You guys have been married almost a year
now, haven't you?" "Yeah, 11 months. We're doing fine. I haven't really seen
much of him in the last month or so, to tell you the truth. He's awfully busy
with his job right now, ever since he got that promotion." "That's too bad. Has
your sex life suffered at all?" "Cindy!" "What? You can tell me. If you can't
talk to your best friend about sex, who can you talk to?" Jennifer was silent
for
a moment. "Well, to be honest, it's not really that great right now. John seems
to be so tired all the time, it's like all his energy is going to his job and he
doesn't have any left when he gets home. When he does get around to sex, it
almost seems like a chore to him. Three minutes, he's done, he's asleep. I
figured I'd give him a little time to adjust to things, but it's starting to get
a little frustrating. I mean, . . ." Jennifer's voice trailed off. "What do you
mean?" Cindy asked. "Well, I, uh, guess, uh, it's just that, um, well, I haven't
had an orgasm in over three weeks!" Jennifer finished, and immediately her
cheeks
turned red. "Oh, that's too bad!" Cindy smiled. She didn't seem to be half as
embarrassed at discussing the intimate details of her friend's life as Jennifer
did. The room was silent for a minute. Jennifer studied the rim of her coffee
cup. "I know what you need to do," Cindy said thoughtfully. "You need to
surprise him. Something that'll get his attention on you and away from his job."
"Yes, but what?" Jennifer asked. "I just bought some new lingerie and I don't
think he even noticed. I came on to him on that picnic we took out in the woods
last week, but he fell asleep before I had a chance to get his shirt off."
"You've got to try something a little more radical, maybe. Hey, I've got an
idea!" "What? Tell me!" "Just a minute. Do you have, like, a silk scarf here?"
Cindy asked. "Yes, I've got a couple. Why?" "Hang on, I'll tell you in a minute!
Now, be a dear and go get me those scarves." Jennifer stared quizzically at her
friend, but Cindy wasn't betraying anything. Jennifer shrugged her shoulders,
and headed for her bedroom. She came back a minute later carrying three brightly
colored silk scarves, which she deposited on the kitchen table. "Great! Those
are exactly what I had in mind," Cindy smiled. "Now, have a seat and I'll
demonstrate what my idea is." Jennifer, eager to find out what her friend was up
to, quickly resumed her seat. Cindy picked up one of the scarves and walked
around the table, positioning herself behind her friend. She folded the scarf in
half diagonally, and quickly tied it around Jennifer's head, effectively
blindfolding her. "Hey, what are you doing? You said you were going to tell me
what your plan was!" "Sshh, no complaining now. Just follow my instructions, and
I'll tell you as soon as I'm done." Cindy grabbed her friend by the hands, and
pulled her out of her chair. She led her to the hallway just inside the front
door. "Okay, put your hands behind your back and just stand here for a second,"
Cindy ordered. Jennifer hesitated, then did as she was told. As soon as her
hands were behind her back, Cindy grabbed them and tied one of the scarves
around
her wrists, wrapping it tightly around and between to remove any slack. "Hey!
Stop that! What're you doing?" Jennifer tried to pull her arms away, but it was
too late. They were already pinioned behind her. Cindy reached around and
removed the blindfold from her friend's eyes. "Don't worry, this isn't going to
hurt, in fact it'll probably be a lot of fun. Just let me do the work." Jennifer
pulled on her hands, trying to free them. "Are you sure this is necessary?" she
asked. "This is something I learned from Jim," Cindy replied. When we were going
out he used to tie me up all the time. One look at you and I'm pretty sure
John's mind won't be at the office any more." Cindy gently pushed her friend
backward until she was up against the railing of the stairway leading up. She
ran one of the scarves around one of the wooden posts of the banister, and tied
it through the scarf securing Jennifer's hands, attaching her to the railing.
"There. Now you can't get away, even if you wanted to," Cindy teased. Jennifer
didn't say anything; she was busy pulling on the scarves, trying to break free,
but Cindy had tied her knots too well. Jennifer straightened up and looked at
Cindy. "Okay, so now what?" "Now I go to the garage and look for some real rope.
I don't think those scarves will hold you too long." With that, Cindy left her
friend and headed for the garage. John had to have some rope lying around. Sure
enough, she came up with several lengths of clothesline and some quarter-inch
nylon rope. Cindy also picked up a brand-new roll of duct tape. She headed back
to the hallway, where Jennifer was still struggling to free herself. "Relax,
Jenn, you're supposed to be enjoying this," Cindy laughed. Jennifer subsided.
"That's better," Cindy said. She began straightening out the rope, then moved in
behind Jennifer. Jennifer watched apprehensively over her shoulder, but said
nothing as Cindy began wrapping the rope over the scarves around her wrists,
tying her hands even more tightly behind her. Cindy worked diligently, running
the rope around Jennifer's wrists and then between to cinch the tie, making it
for all practical purposes inescapable. When she was done, she still had two
three-foot sections of rope dangling from Jennifer's arms, so she wrapped those
around the banister as well, and tied them off on the inside of the ropes around
her friend's wrists, well out of her reach. Jennifer was definitely not getting
loose now. Cindy stood up and backed up several feet, surveying the effect the
ropes were having on Jennifer. Jennifer's face was flushed, and her breaths
seemed to be coming more quickly than usual. She paid no attention to Cindy as
she looked over her shoulder and concentrated on pulling on the ropes, seeing if
she could loosen them at all. They didn't budge. Cindy smiled. Jennifer looked
marvelous, she thought. John would simply die when he saw her. But -- the
picture wasn't quite complete yet. Cindy pulled the last scarf from her pocket
where she had stored it, and rolled it into a tight ball. She approached
Jennifer, who finally quit trying to escape and looked apprehensively at Cindy.
Cindy stopped about a foot away, and held up the wadded scarf. "Open your mouth,
please," she said. "Cindy, what are you doing --" Her voice was cut off as Cindy
stuffed the scarf in her mouth in spite of her objections. Before she could spit
it out, Cindy picked up the roll of tape and tore off a piece about a foot long.
Over Jennifer's mouth it went, sealing in the scarf and effectively muffling her
voice. Cindy placed several more pieces over Jennifer's mouth, covering the
entire bottom half of her face. Jennifer's eyes were wide as she watched in mute
astonishment while her friend robbed her of her voice. Not wanting to waste any
time, Cindy picked up more of the nylon rope. She positioned herself behind
Jennifer once again, and began to tie it around her elbows. Jennifer's voice
sounded through the gag as she felt the additional restraint being applied.
Cindy
laughed, and patted her friend's cheek. "Believe me, dear, you'll thank me for
this later." Cindy kept to her task, wrapping the rope several times around
Jennifer's arms just above her elbows, then pulling it tight to bring them
together as far as they would go. Jennifer grunted as she felt the strain in her
shoulders, and began to whimper as Cindy cinched the rope even tighter and then
tied it off. Cindy stepped back once again to admire her handiwork, and noted
with pride the way Jennifer's beautiful breasts were enhanced even more by the
way she had to thrust them forward. Cindy remembered the feeling this particular
position had given her when she had been on the other end of the rope, and she
felt a twinge of jealousy. For a moment, she wished their positions were
reversed; but that wasn't going to happen, at least not today. Or was it? Cindy
felt the beginnings of a plan forming in the back of her mind. Cindy returned
her
attention back to Jennifer, who was apparently getting used to the difficult
position her arms had been placed in. She pulled tentatively at the bindings on
her wrists, although the effort seemed to be more for show than anything else.
She gave up, and looked questioningly at her friend. Cindy stared back
thoughtfully for a minute, then strode forward. "I don't believe you'll need
this anymore," she said with a laugh as she reached for the halter top Jennifer
was wearing. Jennifer tried to pull away, but couldn't go anywhere, and Cindy
quickly had the top pulled up and over her friend's head and down to her wrists,
where Cindy left it. Jennifer stared down at her bare chest, arched out by the
ropes around her elbows, and a blush ran across her face and down her body. She
tried to turn away, but Cindy grabbed her by the shoulders and held her in
place.
"What are you embarrassed of? I'd kill to have a body like yours," Cindy
commented. Her hand came off Jennifer's shoulder and brushed lightly down her
side, just touching the outside of her breast. Jennifer closed her eyes and
lowered her head, letting her hair fall forward. Cindy sank down to her knees,
and put her fingers on the snap on Jennifer's shorts. Jennifer's eyes shot open
again, but she didn't flinch as Cindy popped the snap and slowly undid the
zipper. She languorously slid her hands over her friend's body, feeling the
tension in her muscles and the slight sheen of sweat that was starting to
appear.
Slowly, leisurely, Cindy pulled down on the pair of shorts, letting her hands
linger briefly on Jennifer's hips and rear as she did so. Down they came. Cindy
stopped only when the shorts were down around Jennifer's ankles. Jennifer picked
up one foot out of the shorts, and kicked them off. She stood quietly, dressed
only in the briefest of white panties. Cindy swallowed. She now realized fully
how beautiful Jennifer was: Her long blond hair was flowing elegantly over her
shoulders, her breasts protruding proudly from her chest, displaying her
now-hard
nipples, her lovely legs trembling slightly. Almost hesitantly, Cindy reached up
and hooked a finger under the side of Jennifer's panties. "Do you want me to
take
these off too?" Cindy asked, a small catch in her voice. Jennifer froze. Several
seconds passed, then she nodded almost imperceptibly. Cindy gently peeled the
fabric down Jennifer's hips, down her legs and to her ankles. Jennifer watched,
stepping out of the panties as she had the shorts. Cindy stood up, facing her
friend. Jennifer looked back, an unreadable expression in her eyes. Without a
word, Cindy reached out and began caressing Jennifer's breasts. Jennifer's eyes
closed once again, her head rotating slightly as Cindy gently pinched her
nipples. Cindy bent down, placing her mouth over a nipple, and began to tease it
with her tongue. A wordless sound escaped Jennifer's throat, and she thrashed
about as Cindy's treatment continued. Cindy's mouth roamed over her chest, down
her stomach, stopping just short of the neat patch of hair framing Jennifer's
crotch. Another sound, this one less ecstatic, came through the gag as Cindy
lifted her mouth away from her friend's body. "Sorry, sweet, I'd love to keep
going, but the whole idea was to jazz up things between you and John. I really
think he'll notice you this time." Jennifer nodded. "Still, I'd hate to miss my
handiwork being enjoyed to its fullest, so maybe I'll stick around for awhile,"
Cindy continued. Jennifer looked at her hazily, the meaning of the words not
penetrating to her heated brain. "Be right back," Cindy said. She opened the
front door, being careful to check for any passersby before stepping through,
and
walked to her car. She unlocked the trunk, and looked for the bag she was hoping
was still there. Bingo, she thought as she saw it. She pulled a small,
nondescript gym bag out from under the spare where she had last stowed it, and
opened it. Sure enough, they were there: the pair of shiny chromed handcuffs
Jim had bought for her when they were still dating. She stuffed them into her
back pocket, and returned to the house. When she opened up the door, Jennifer
looked at her with a combination of confusion and anxiety. Cindy could see her
thoughts written on her face: what was she up to now? To calm her friend, Cindy
walked over to her and began to gently caress her face with her hands. "Jenn,
Jenn, whatever are you worried about?" she teased. "I just know this little
display will do the trick for John. And I've decided that I'm going to throw in
a little extra surprise for him, just in case he doesn't get it." Cindy pulled
out the handcuffs. "You see, although I didn't mind using those ropes on you
today, I would've enjoyed it more if they were on me. So maybe if we both tell
John what fun we've had today, he'll let us play together every once in a while.
"So anyway, I'm going to get my surprise together. I'll be back in a few
minutes." Cindy left Jennifer in the hallway, the look of confusion still on her
face. Cindy went back to the garage, this time looking for a padlock and some
sturdy chain. Sure enough, a couple of small padlocks and a set of keys were
lying in John's tool cabinet. Cindy tested the keys in the locks, making sure
both of them could be unlocked. She then rummaged around for some sort of chain,
but all she could find was what appeared to be part of an old dog leash. Well,
it would work for her purposes, Cindy thought. She picked up her acquisitions
and headed to the kitchen. She needed to find a proper chair. In Jennifer's
dining room she found exactly what she was looking for: a solidly built, heavy
wooden chair with arm rests and a back supported by several posts. Triumphantly,
she carried it to the entrance to the hallway, putting it down just outside of
Jennifer's field of view. Cindy retrieved the remaining ropes, the roll of tape
and Jennifer's discarded shorts and panties from the stairs behind Jennifer,
pausing to grin widely at her friend, and returned to the chair. She hurriedly
began removing her own clothes and underwear, throwing them in a heap in the
middle of the floor. As soon as she was naked, she sat down on the chair and
began the process of tying her legs together about the knees and ankles, making
sure she cinched the bonds tightly and securely. When she was finished, she
lifted her legs up and moved them tentatively, enjoying the sensation the ropes
induced in her. She felt a slight twinge in her belly, and for a moment
considered untying her knees so she could reach her pleasure center and bring
herself to a climax, but resolutely continued with her self-restraint. Next she
decided she would have to gag herself. She realized all the scarves were already
being used in Jennifer's bondage, so she would have to find something else. A
wicked thought entered her mind, and before she could change it, she picked up
Jennifer's discarded panties, and with a giggle, wadded them up and stuffed them
into her own mouth. Jennifer apparently had been quite excited before they had
been removed, Cindy discovered. She picked up the tape and began sealing her
mouth shut, taking the same care on herself as she had with her friend. The musk
from the panties in her mouth increased the tingling she felt inside herself,
and
hurried to finish her task before her will crumbled. Her self-imprisonment was
almost complete. But before she put on the finishing touches, Cindy began to
push
the chair out into the hallway. Jennifer stared wide-eyed at her newly-naked
friend as Cindy slowly maneuvered the chair into the center of the floor.
Something that sounded suspiciously like a laugh sounded from behind Jennifer's
gag, and Cindy glared at her from above her own gag. But slowly, moving rather
awkwardly because of her bound legs, Cindy managed to place the chair facing her
friend about five feet in front of her. Cindy hopped back to the kitchen, and
picked up the last piece of rope and the chain, padlocks and handcuffs. She
hopped back to the chair, and considered her next move. She sat down in the
chair and began working one end of the chain between her calves. She pulled it
through and locked it around the cinching of her ankle bindings with one of the
padlocks. She made a small loop in the opposite end of the chain, locking that
in place with a padlock as well. She threaded the handcuffs through the loop at
the end of the chain, leaving the loop around the short connecting chain between
the cuffs. Carefully she reached down and guided the end of the chain underneath
the chair and up the back, and hooked one of the cuffs around one of the posts
of
the chair so she would be able to reach them in a minute. The chain wasn't very
long, and she found that in order to get the cuffs in a position she could
reach,
she had to lift her feet completely off the floor. Perfect, she thought. But
before she donned the cuffs, she took the rope and worked it through the posts.
She scooted back in the seat as far as she could, and wrapped the rope around
her
stomach and tied it off. She tried wiggling, but couldn't get the rope to budge.
Almost done, she thought. Cautiously, she reached back behind the chair and felt
around for the cuffs. Before her mind could stop her, she clicked on one cuff,
then the other. She settled in for a long wait. She didn't have any idea when
her friend's husband would be home, or if when he did return he would release
either of them from their bondage. The chain connecting her hands and feet
pulled on her wrists while suspending her feet above the floor, making her wait
extremely uncomfortable, and, perversely, delicious. Her blood pounded in her
veins as she thought of the many delightful things John might choose to do with
them, and of the things she wished to do with Jennifer. Jennifer, for her part,
seemed to be waiting just as anxiously as Cindy. She occasionally tried to
dislodge the restraining ropes on her wrists, but settled mostly with rubbing
her
thighs together, trying to stimulate herself to the climax Cindy had not given
her. I should have tied her legs together as well, Cindy thought to herself.
She took some pleasure in seeing that Jennifer's actions didn't seem to be
accomplishing much, and soon Jennifer gave up. She hung her head down, stood
quietly with her feet slightly apart, chest slowly rising and falling, her arms
still held securely behind her. They waited together for the sound of the front
door opening.
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