Discovering: Part 1
There’s a time in everyone’s life when they want to explore and experiment with their sexual interests. Jean was no different. She’d always fantasized of being tied up, since she was young. She would even play around with ropes and strings, using false knots and wraps to feel the sensation.
Now she was a young lady, in her early twenties and had discovered several years before what that wonderful tingling sensation was. She never considered herself a sexual being but latent demons can only stay dormant for so long. It was a hot, sultry summer where many stressful things weighed on her mind and body and she needed to find some release to those miserable thoughts. Like a blessing, the searching for that need was answered in an unlikely form.
For the past year she’d been forming a friendship with a coworker. They got along well enough and had similar interests in entertainment and philosophy. They held shallow conversations as well as some that ran deeper than any conversation Jean had held with a female friend before.
Just like, or if not more so than men, when two women get together they tend to talk about sex and relationships. Sooner or later some kinks will fall out of the woodwork. Little did Jean know she was opening Pandora’s box….
“So come on, what’s something you always wanted to try?” Amy inquired while cradling a cup of coffee on the table.
The two young women sat in the kitchen of the old farm house. Jean had stayed the night and looked a little tousled from sleep. Both sipped morning coffee and listened to the birds chime outside. The night before had been beer and pizza with some cheesy flicks.
“Oh I don’t think about that kind of stuff,” Jean insisted shifting uneasily in her seat but being unable to hide that Cheshire grin she held over the coffee mug.
“You liar, everyone does. So c’mon, what gets your panties damp?” Amy said, her hazel eyes flashing a bit. She knew Jean couldn’t resist getting a little vulgar and the masculine like approach. She claimed to be a tomboy and truly was the embodiment having befriended more men than women in her life.
“Oh hush,” Jean responded taking a sip of her coffee before continuing. “Well to be honest, I always had an interest in bondage.”
Amy snerked a little in her coffee cup and leaned back. “That’s not so bad, hell there’s a lot worse kinks out there. So what if you want to tie a guy up.”
Jean blushed a little bit because she felt silly about being so backward about it, though Amy was only half right. “I always thought the other way would be better,” she said trying to put on the visage of confidence.
Amy raised her brows high, then dropped one. Something Jean was notoriously jealous of. She always wanted to be able to cock a brow but never managed it. “You? A bottom? You’re joking!”
“Eh,” Jean tried to sound in different. Despite her dominant personality in public and around her friends she never held the interest to top in bed.
“Oh that’s rich!” Amy said letting out a hearty chuckle.
“Oh shut up,” Jean said defensively. “You asked so you can’t make fun.”
It was silent in the kitchen for a little while Jean stewed unhappily over her coffee and Amy’s cogs turned.
“Want to try something?” Amy asked, leaned over the table toward Jean who leaned back a little baffled.
Jean considered herself straight as an arrow and knew Amy questioned the laws of nature readily. Though this could be a moment Jean would look back and regret if she didn’t take up. She battled her inner voices for a few moments. The horny little voice won out along with curiosity.
“Sure, but if I want to end it, we end it,” Jean said, wagging her finger at the girl across the table.
“Deal,” Amy said as she scurried outside quicker than you could say hogtie.
***
It wasn’t long before the girls were upstairs in Amy’s bedroom. Jean sat on the bed quivering and shaking with excitement and the head rush of adrenaline at what was to come. Her friend twittered around the bed setting things up. They didn’t have any soft rope or even anything of real use in or around the house but Amy’s cogs had been turning indeed. She’d went out to Jean’s old pickup and grabbed the set of four tie down straps from behind the seat. They were soft nylon and more than long enough to do the trick.“Look at you! You’re shaking like a Chihuahua!” Amy said with a chuckle as she stood at the head of the bed.
The bed was a sturdy oak frame, queen size, and had many many rungs at both the foot and head boards. It screamed tie me down. Jean suspected that it was probably the reason Amy had bought it.
“Shut up. I know. It’s exciting,” Jean responded trying to look calm and collected. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest her earrings quivered with every beat.
“Well lay down before you pass out,” Amy said, gently guiding Jean’s shoulder down to the mattress. “Now give me your hand.”
Hesitantly Jean stretched her hand up over her head toward that corner of the bed that Amy stood on. At this point Jean was quiet, trying to keep her breath slow and steady. Amy had a wicked little smile. This was also her first time tying anyone up, but it was proving to be interesting for both parties.
It wasn’t a very good knot and wasn’t aesthetically pleasing but it held that nylon strap around Jean’s wrist, the hook dangling from one end closest to her hand the other she laid on the mattress. It didn’t take long for Amy to get around the bed and tie the other component of the tie down to Jean’s other wrist. She then fed it through the come along of the ratchet system and started tightening it. She did so until both arms couldn’t reach each other but weren’t stretched taunt, yet.
“You doin’ alright, girlie?” Amy asked. Despite not doing this before she was a very careful and thoughtful top. Jean nodded and smiled, then went back to meditating. “Moving on then!”
Amy went down to work on Jean’s ankles. She used similar knots on them and upon accidentally brushing the sole of Jean’s foot found that it caused a jerk from Jean and noted that feet were ticklish. Soon the slack was fed through the ratchet for that tie down and ratcheted till they couldn’t meet but left a good bit of room for wiggling.
“There you go,” Amy said, bringing Jean back to reality. Amy rested her elbows at the foot of the bed and looked up at her friend who squirmed lightly and tested at her bonds. “What do you think?”
Jean peered at the knots on her wrists and snerked. “You can’t tie knots for shit,” she said snarkily at the oddly constructed knot work.
“Oh ho, Gonna criticize them are we?” Amy said with a wide smirk. She was beginning to enjoy the power she had over her friend. She ran the tip of her fingernail up Jean’s foot which got an instant reaction. Jean’s body arched and squirmed and jerked rapidly against the ties.
“Gah ha!,” She laughed quickly and tried to pull her foot up, curling it against the mattress.
“What’s all this then?” Amy inquired her wicked little grin broadening. She smirked. “Well it’s no fun if you move away,” she said as she reached for the tightening ratchet and began to pull the lever.
Each ratchet and click caused a shiver to run up Jean’s spine and pulled her feet all the tighter toward the foot board. Amy didn’t stop until Jean’s feet were pulled pretty tightly toward the bottom corners. Jean wasn’t very tall so the queen size bed was a stretch. Amy repeated the nail on the sole of Jean’s other foot and got a similar reaction, though this time, with her legs pulled tight Jean managed to stretch her arms out to get the leverage she needed to put her feet soles against the mattress.
“We can’t have that,” Amy said as she got up and walked toward the headboard.
“Sure we can!” Jean said with a grin. She was enjoying this despite the protests and squeaks she made at each tickle.
“Nope,” Amy said, reaching between Jean’s legs to tweak her curvaceous bottom. This caused Jean to squeak and shoot back up the bed to avoid the pinch, her legs now stretched very tightly. “Nice, exactly what we needed.”
With that Amy quickly began to use the ratchet between Jean’s hands pulling them farther apart around the rungs on the head board until they were taunt. She carefully checked Jean’s hands for warmth and found them rosy, warm, and well circulated.
“Hng, Hey…” Jean says a little warily now that the situation has lost it’s slack so to speak. Her body was held tight and she could barely bend her elbows or knees.
“Still think those knots are poorly tied?” Amy said with a grin and went back to the foot of the bed and started to mercilessly tickle Jean’s feet.
“Gyah ha! No!” Jean began to squeal and squirm and giggle right from the start. Her body writhing against the four corners of the bed but with her arms and legs out spread and that weird weakness you get from laughing she couldn’t get enough leverage to do anything. The girls had agreed to do nothing sexual, but what they could do was rather vague.
Essentially the actions were innocent but Jean could feel dampness building between her legs and that fire in her belly growing. With her limbs more or less held straight out from her body she was very aware of how she could move and that it was limited to more or less lewd gyrations of her hips. She knew her face flushed red because of this and how embarrassing it was but there was little else she could do while laughing and bound so tightly to the bed.
Amy felt her own warmth grow. She knew her friend on the bed was enjoying it by the squealing and despite the repetitive No’s was happy to be where she was. Jean had been having a rough time with stress at work and this seemed to relieve it all, to get her mind else where for a while. ‘Let’s just see how far away we can get her…’ Amy’s thoughts wandered as she crawled onto the bed between Jean’s legs.
Jean felt the shift an looked down between her breasts and over her belly. She was still clothed and happy for that much. Her body was relaxing more and she found a little less tension in her limbs and it didn’t go unnoticed by Amy. This sort of gave Amy the bug. She wanted to see how tight she could get her friend, and the mad, blinding sensations Jean was feeling would let Amy do so.
Not-so-innocently Amy trickled her fingers up the insides of Jean’s thighs. Pinching and tickling against the ribbed jeans she wore. Moving on to a new, still sensitive area for the torturous tickles proved fruitful. Jean’s body arched and to get away from the tickling fingers she pulled her upper body up, her legs now tighter than before and her arms bent , still trying to haul her weight from the seeking fingers. Amy gently slid her fingers on the ribbed jeans for a few seconds listening to the giggles and enjoying watching Jean squirm as if she were a fiddle being played. Quickly she reached beneath Jean and ran a nail in the small crease between her buttocks and leg getting a rigid jerk, shrill squeal, and Jean to pull herself up so high the slack in her arms was almost unbelievable.
“Ho, ho,” Amy said, playing the thoughtful Dom she leaned up over Jeans body, pinning it high on the bed between her knees as she worked the ratchet till Jean’s arms were pulled tight against the head board. Her knees were just under Jean’s arms and held her there quite effectively. She looked down at Jean. Her face was flushed, her hair sweaty and her eyes half lidded. She was trying to catch her breath and quell her squirming body. Amy ratcheted the tie down twice more for good measure causing Jean’s breath to catch.
“And one more adjustment…” She leaned back, and up off of Jean. She ratcheted the tie down on Jean’s ankles twice more for good measure as well. Now her friend was fully stretched. Though meddlesome she could still rotate her hips and bring her knees slightly closer together. “Okay I lied… One more thing…”
“You sound like you… you’re having fun too,” Jean said a little breathlessly, trying to lift her head and observe her friend as she moved about the bed. This was a little more than Jean had hoped for. Her muscles ached and she could move little but the core of her body causing her to appear lewd and over thrown with ecstasy. In truth it wasn’t too far from reality. Now and again as Amy moved about the bed she’d tweak the ticklish part of Jean’s thigh or gently stroke the soul of her foot. Jean found she could only twist her hips and barely bend her knees on that rotation and it was soon to be taken away. Her rational thought processes told her to panic, get loose and not do it again, but a part of her wanted to live this experience through to the end and was determined not to use the safe word. She wanted to outlast Amy’s interest.
“Well maybe I am,” Amy said as she popped up at the edge of the bed near Jean’s knee. She quickly tied a loop around Jean’s knee. Jean strained and craned her neck to watch but with her arms held so high and tight, her shoulder muscles almost acted as a posture support, preventing her from watching. Soon enough Amy was on the other side and giving Jean’s other knee the same treatment. Jean then heard the buzz of the slack being thread through the ratchet and then the slow draw up of the slack. Soon her knees were pulled down and toward the edge of the bed exposing her further and limiting the little movement she still had. “There we go,” Amy said, dusting her hands a bit before pondering and tightening that tie a couple more ratchets.
Jean tries to squirm but finds only her core can move and with her knees tied down her hips are restricted all that much more. “Go? I don’t think I could go any where…” Jean says with a light, nervous chuckle.
“Nope, just where I want you,” Amy adds with a wicked grin and runs her nails over the corduroy jeans sending vibration and chills on the inside of Jeans thighs sending her into a giggling, twisting fit. Her body arching and gyrating as the movement trying to be achieved in her legs and arms just causes her to thrust and squirm lewdly.
Unfortunately for Jean, the forced motions of grinding her hips didn’t do anything for her mounting frustrations. It also most likely clouded her judgment but she didn’t care. She figured this was a once in a life time experience and she was in heaven, or hell at the mercy of those tickling fingers. Amy’s digits found their way to her under arms, down her sides, soles of her feet, back of her knees. They also strayed dangerously close on the inside of her thighs, all areas that sent the squirming and giggling to a point of breathlessness.
Amy gently tugged up the hem of Jean’s shirt, but didn’t cross the boundary of uncovering her breasts. Jean started to protest when Amy blew a raspberry on Jean’s soft stomach causing her to arch and squirm and squeal. How devious Amy as becoming in getting Jean to squirm in just the right way. The game they were playing was becoming more dubious and enjoyable by the minute for both parties.
Jean was feeling weak and barely squirming at the usual tickles and prods and her frustration kept her breath heavy and her cheeks flushed. Amy felt similarly but had the option of moving around to ease her thoughts.
“I’m getting thirsty, you?” Amy asked, standing up for a minute over her capture. As Jean caught her breath she nodded.
“Yeah…” Jean managed breathlessly.
“I’ll be right back then, don’t go any where,” Amy said and gently opened the door to the room and shut it behind her to go down stairs to get some refreshments.
Jean looked about the room and slowly wound down from her high. Her body burned and her arousal was so much she couldn’t believe it. How much time had passed? She wasn’t sure. She didn’t care either. She didn’t dare want to reach her plateau while Amy was in the room so she took the moment to rock her hips in that slow, knowing purpose.
Her jeans slipped slowly against her panties and she could feel the little friction starting. It was a way she’d gotten off before, but always capable with her legs together this prone, awkward, and open position wasn’t cutting it. Nor could she get enough movement with her legs pinioned down for that little bit of friction to do any good but drive her higher up that ladder. She groaned in frustration and tried to settle down her body’s natural reactions. Her legs quivered with the restraint it took to keep her hips still. She sighed exasperatedly as she willed her arousal down. Damnit, she couldn’t even get off on her own in this position and that thought made her all the more frustrated.
Down stairs Amy leaned against the wall for a moment. She couldn’t believe how much this innocent-ish scene made her heart race. And she had the home court advantage. She knew Jean was inexperienced in helping herself to orgasmic pleasures and knew little of how her own body worked. One advantage of not growing up a total tomboy and innocently oblivious. She wondered if she could break Jean. Get her to scream. Or at least mewl pleadingly.
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18.08.09