The Beginning
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Jenni tried not to struggle, but given the position she was in, it was a losing battle and she knew it. If it weren’t for the fat, greasy dildo, vibrating slowly, nestled between her legs, she might have had a chance. Then there was the butt plug, slim though it was, but growing wider as it slid in, also vibrating slowly. And with each little wriggle and shake, they did their fiendish work, just as Sam knew they would.
CLICK!
“Aaaaahhhhh, God! I can’t take much more of this.” Jenni thought to herself. She thought back to how this all started.
Jenni and Sam met seven years ago at a company function. Not that either of them worked. Not that either of them needed to. They had married for different reasons, Jenni for love and Sam for money, but they had both ended up in the same position. Young twenty-something trophy wives of very wealthy Vice Presidents of a multinational corporation worth billions, Jenni and Sam were both very well off…and very lonely. They were also definitely trophy wives. Jenni was a petite but somewhat curvy brunette (all the right curves in all the right places) with naturally curly hair and Sam, a taller redhead with a flowing mane of fiery hair that set off her light skin. Both women kept themselves in excellent shape through exercise, and what shapes they were. Thin, but not at all skinny, with full breasts and a butt you could bounce a quarter off of. And while they didn’t exactly dress conservatively, they also didn’t dress like streetwalkers. When you have that much money, you can afford to have your clothes tailored to accentuate your positives in a most subtle way.
They had hit it off almost instantly and become the best of friends. Their husbands were gone 80% of the time and most of those times their husbands were gone together. So Jenni and Sam went shopping, out to dinner, took trips and most of the time, and just hung out together. At least that’s how it started.
For the first year or so everything went just like that, but one night it changed. The girls were sitting around watching some crime drama where the girl was tied up and having little success of getting away, and drinking way too much wine. They talked throughout most of the movie, without really watching about a variety of subjects and eventually they got around to sex. Jenni raved about her husband’s lovemaking, talking endlessly about his stamina and techniques, and his hands and his tongue and some of the positions they tried. When she caught herself rambling and stopped her monologue, that’s when things started to change. Sam took up the conversation and was talking about her husband and his lovemaking skills. She covered the usual topics, much like Jenni did, but then she asked Jenni the first of two questions that would change their lives.
“Have you ever been tied up?” Jenni’s mouth fell open and she found herself staring at her friend with a look of disbelief in her eyes. The very idea! That was something only perverts did, wasn’t it? Sam immediately sensed her shock and made sure she set the record straight. ”No, no, I’m not talking about being tied up and whipped or anything like that, but sometimes Tom just ties me up with my scarves or nylons or some of his ties and makes passionate love to me for the longest time. It’s pretty amazing.”
“You mean he doesn’t hurt you or anything like that?” Jenni asked, suddenly not sure of where this conversation was going.
“Of course not, silly!” Sam replied. “It’s not like that at all. There’s something so…delicious about being helpless, unable to keep him from doing whatever he wants to. Yes it feels very wicked, but it’s so exciting at the same time.”
Jenni’s mouth was still hanging open a little and she was staring at her friend who, by the way seemed oblivious to her shock and awe at the introduction of this subject matter. “Sometimes, he just ties me and leaves me with nothing but a vibrator on low speed. It’s so frustrating because the vibrator is set too low to get me off, but it is a constant stimulation. After a little while, he comes back and screws me cross-eyed. Most times I come when he slides inside of me and then I explode several more times before he comes. He always leaves me satisfied, and after an evening like that I always sleep like a baby.”
By now Jenni had recovered from the initial shock and was listening rather intently to Sam’s explanations. At the same time, Sam sensed Jenni’s interest and went into even more detail. The wine kept flowing and before long they were fairly trashed. The speech got a little slurred and took on a decidedly raunchy tone, as the wine continued to melt the inhibitions away.
By this time Jenni was actually interested in being tied up, and could hardly wait until her husband got home to see if she could talk him into it. She drifted out of the conversation and imagined herself tied to the bed, unable to stop her husband’s advances, wanting him to take her then, but having to endure his teasing until he saw fit to end her suffering and finish the job.
Sam had continued to talk for a moment then when she waited for Jenni to answer the first question she had asked; she noticed the far away look in her eyes. She waited for Jenni to return to the conversation and then asked the second question that would alter their relationship considerably.
“Wanna try it?” Sam asked.
Jenni replied “Well, I was just sitting here thinking about Jason tying me up and having his way with me. Must be the wine talking…”
“No goofy, I mean here, tonight. Nothing too crazy, just to let you get the feel of it so you can figure out if it’s for you, that’s all.”
That’s all??? Jenni could hardly believe her ears. Surely Sam was not suggesting that she allow Sam to tie her up!
“Before you get all freaked out and think I’m some kind of sicko or lesbian or bi or something like that, I … well I just thought you might rather find out now than when you’re with Jason, and you’ve just asked him to tie you up and take you, and now you’re helpless, and he’s having lots of fun and suddenly you decide that you’re not. I mean that would really be kind of embarrassing, wouldn’t it?”
“I guess so.”
“Well then, who better than your best friend to help you out?”
“But I don’t know about…”
“Look, I’m not gonna do anything weird, I’m just trying to help you out and save you some embarrassment if you don’t like it, that’s all. If you don’t want to, then we can forget it and this part of the conversation never happened. Just forget it and…”
“No it’s not that, it just seems kinda odd. I mean we normally wouldn’t even think about… I mean it just doesn’t seem like it’s the right thing to do and…”
“Of course it isn’t the right thing to do, that’s what makes it so much fun! But if you don’t want to, then that’s it. We’ll never talk about it again, okay?”
“No, it’s not that it wouldn’t be fun, I mean I guess it would be fun to try, but we’re both women and if someone found out… You promise that if I don’t like it you’ll untie me right away?”
“I promise. No questions asked, no further discussions, unless we get this drunk again!”
Well…okay, let’s do it!”
“Only if you’re sure. I don’t want you to feel forced or anything,”
“Yes, let’s get going before I change my mind.”
“Okay, come on.” Sam took Jenni by the hand and led her up the staircase to the master bedroom. “So what do you want to be tied with? I have nylons, scarves, ties, and even some rope and leather cuffs that Tom bought a while back.”
“I don’t really know. I was thinking about scarves, what do you think?”
“That was gonna be my suggestion. They’re soft and gentle, and they make a nice looking package when you’re all finished.”
The words “package” and “finished” really didn’t register with Jenni. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the excitement of the moment, but they never really sunk in with Jenni. They would in a while.
“So how do we do this?” Jenni asked. “Am I supposed to have my clothes on or what?”
Well, you want to get the full effect, don’t you? I mean if you get right down to it this is all about sex, and you don’t usually have sex with all your clothes on, do you?” Sam queried. Jenni immediately thought of the time or two when she and Jason actually did have sex with all their clothes on, but decided to not pursue that end of the conversation. “No, not usually.” She replied. “Do I go all the way?”
“It’s up to you. You can leave your bra and panties on if you’d like. I prefer totally nude.” It wouldn’t have been the first time they’d been naked around each other. They had occasionally sunbathed nude out by her pool.
“Okay, here goes.” Jenni said nervously.
Jenni started to strip while Sam went to one of her dresser drawers and carefully selected a whole handful of scarves. Beautiful scarves. In all manner of shapes and colors and patterns, from manufacturers you’ve heard of to no-name brands. But one thing was clear. Sam had scarves, lots of them. Had Jenni looked in that drawer, she would have seen that there were hundreds of scarves in that drawer, all folded neatly and arranged just so.
“Well I guess in for a dime, in for a dollar” Jenni said, the slight wavering in her voice showing a mixture of nervousness and excitement. She removed her last two items of clothing, her bra and panties and stood, blushing deeply before her friend, before she saw the great handful of scarves that Sam held in her hand.
“Do we really need all of those?” Jenni asked. “It looks like an awful lot. I mean, I don’t want to be tied up so tight that I can’t move at all!”
Don’t worry, I won’t use all of them. I just grabbed a handful.” Sam replied. And it was mostly true. Sam didn’t plan to use all the scarves she picked out, but there were a lot of them. Even if she only used half of them, Jenni would be very thoroughly bound. But Jenni was happy with that answer and with a nervous grin on her face presented her wrists crossed in front of her to Sam.
“Oh, no,” Sam replied “hands in back, like this. But first, I have to do some folding to get ready. Sam took one scarf after another, shook it out and folded the square ones into bands about three inches wide and the rectangles into bands about2 inches wide. Jenni watched as Sam folded, trying to understand why she was taking such care to fold something when it was just going to be tied in knots in a minute. Finally, after Sam had folded about 10 scarves her curiosity got the best of her and she asked Sam.
“Why do you have to fold everything so nicely?” Jenni asked. “I mean, you’re just gonna use them to tie me up, so what does it matter if they’re folded?”
“It’s really pretty simple,” Sam replied, “If I fold them the right way they won’t get twisted and possibly cut off circulation. It also makes it much more comfortable for you, and we want you to be comfortable, don’t we?”
“That makes sense. So how do you want me?” Jenni asked nervously, certain that the moment was at hand. She was still having some second thoughts about this but between the wine and not wanting to chicken out in front of her best friend, she knew she just needed to get it over with.
“For starters, don’t be so nervous!” Was it that obvious? “Now come over here and turn around. Put your hands behind your back… like this…now let me know if anything gets too tight… there, that’s the first one, now hold still…here goes the second one… There, how’s that?”
Jenni’s hands were now snugged together. Sam had used one of the folded squares to tie her wrists with her hands palm-to-palm and a rectangle to cinch the first scarf. Of course the knots were placed on top of her bindings, toward her elbows. It was very secure…deceptively so.
“Wow, I can barely move my wrists, but it doesn’t hurt at all.” She wriggled her hands and twisted her arms experimentally, but there was no slack. But even better than that, there was no discomfort. Jenni was surprised at the feeling. It was so snug and secure, almost like a very large pair of very soft hands. “This is kinda neat. What happens now? Do you tie something else?”
“That’s entirely up to you. If you were really being tied up, I’d tie your elbows next. That’d keep you from twisting your arms around as much. Wanna try that?”
“I guess so. I don’t really know how I need to be tied, so I’ll just leave it up to you, okay?”
“Okay by me. You just let me know if anything gets too tight. Remember, this is supposed to be fun. Now I’m gonna take this scarf and wrap it around your arms just above the elbow. Then I’m gonna pull until you tell me to stop. My goal is to you’re your elbows come as close together as I can without causing you discomfort. You need to tell me if it becomes the least bit uncomfortable because over the next little while, a little uncomfortable will become painful, understand?”
“Okay, but I’m pretty flexible, do your worst.” Jenni replied. Sam took the folded square and wrapped it around Jenni’s arms and began to pull. She didn’t have to apply much pressure to get Jenni’s elbows moving closer together. When they were about 3 inches apart, Sam stopped and waited for Jenni to complain. She even asked her “Is that too tight?” but Jenny assured her that it wasn’t. “Okay then” and Sam pulled again, this time a little harder. Jenni’s elbows slid together and almost touched behind her. Sam wrapped the ends around Jenni’s elbows again and then crossed the ends and cinched them (it was quite a large scarf, Sam hadn’t expected Jenni’s elbows to be so flexible). She tugged the cinch tight and tied off the ends. Amazingly, Jenni’s elbows were touching “Are you sure that’s not too tight?” she asked again.
“Really, it’s okay. I’ve always been really flexible, must be the exercise classes. What next? This is pretty neat so far.”
“Well, I guess I’d work on your upper body a little. Something like this, maybe.” And with that, Sam tied one scarf above her breasts and one below her breasts, pinning her arms to her back. As she wrapped the scarves around her chest, Sam noticed that Jenni’s nipples seemed to be very erect, so after the scarf above and below her breasts were tied, she cinched between her arms and her body, tightening her chest scarves a little more.
Sam moved in front of Jenni and folded a rectangle lengthways, and passed the end with the fold under her chest scarves and passed the free ends through the loop and pulled the ends up over Jenni’s shoulders and tied the ends off to her elbow bindings, after making sure that the loop between her breasts was still open about an inch, pulling the upper and lower scarves close but not together. The effect was beautiful. The upper and lower scarves squeezed the base of her breasts slightly and brought them to even greater prominence, her nipples standing out even further (if that was possible).
Jenni twisted experimentally and found how much more restrictive her bondage was now, her arms being held tightly against her body. “Gosh, this is getting awfully snug. What else could you need to do?”
Without answering, Sam went back to her scarf drawer (not that she needed more scarves, just a specific one) and selected a large rectangle of a very soft and supple silk. It was about 24 inches wide and about 6 feet long. She laid on the edge of the bed and folded it lengthwise so that it was now 12 inches wide. She walked up behind Jenni and drew the folded scarf across her breasts, making a kind of tube top, tying the ends behind Jenni’s back. Her nipples poked at the soft silk and made a most inviting target for a quick tickle or a gentle caress. Sam refrained from both for the time being.
“Ooooohhh! That feels heavenly.” Jenni said and twisted some more, not necessarily testing the limits of her bondage, but more to test the sensations that it provided. As she twisted her shoulders, her breasts slid inside the silky confines and she sucked in her breath sharply then let out a slow, languorous moan, closed her eyes and shivered slightly. “Oh my God, this is too much!” The words practically oozed out of Jenni’s mouth, her eyes looking down at her silk-covered breasts as she continued wriggling back and forth.
Sam stood back, not answering, and watched Jenni. She remembered the first time she had enjoyed being bound (it took Tom several tries to get it right. Tight but comfortable.) It was almost like no one else was there, just her and her bondage. And Jenni looked fantastic, her arms pulled so tightly behind her and her breasts packaged so nicely in front. Sam found herself chewing on her bottom lip and had to stop herself from dreaming about herself in this predicament, how she’s react, what she would be feeling.
“Time to get on with this.” She thought to herself, and then out loud she said “Are you ready to keep going?”
“You mean there’s more? It seems like I’m helpless enough already.” a startled Jenni replied, suddenly realizing that she wasn’t alone and blushing slightly at her actions.
“Well it’s up to you, of course. There’s a lot we can do from here. I can tie your legs next if you want, that’s what usually happens next.” Sam suggested.
“Well how would you tie them? I mean, the object is to be able to have sex after I’m tied, isn’t it?” Jenni asked. “If you tie my legs together, how would that work?”
“Who said anything about tying your legs together? There are bunches of ways to tie your legs. The object is just to make sure that you can’t get away, and that you’re “available” for whatever Jason wants to do to you. Now come over here and climb up on the bed”
Jenni obliged her this request and climbed up on the bed, kneeling in the middle, looking expectantly at Sam
“Okay, slide over here and sit Indian-style.” Jenni did her best to follow that request and after almost falling over twice, was sitting, cross-legged, near the edge of the bed “There, that’s fine.” Sam said and gathered up a few scarves to tie her legs.
She started by tying a square around each ankle, and then tying that to her opposite thigh, above her knee. Two more squares cinched her ankles to the tops of her calves, right below the knee. She repeated this process with three more squares, spaced evenly between the two holding her ankles against her upper calves then took two long scarves and intertwined them through all the others, starting at the outside and working towards the middle, cinching everything very snugly and holding all the scarves in place.
“There, how’s that?” Sam queried. Sam already knew the answer to the question, Jenni’s legs were welded together, at least from the knee to the ankle, and no amount of wriggling would get them loose. That didn’t stop Jenni from trying.
She twisted this way and that, her upper body moved quite a bit, but her legs didn’t. “Wow, this is really something, but I still don’t see how we’d be able to have sex…that is…I mean… if you were Jason.” Jenni blushed deeply at her last stuttering sentence to Sam.
“That’s okay, I know what you meant,” Sam reassured her “but I’m not done yet. Let me spin you around and I’ll finish things up.” She grabbed Jenni by the shoulders and slid her around on the bed until she was facing away from her.
“But I don’t see what you could possibly do from here to make it so that I would be available for sex.”
Patience, my dear,” Sam replied. “The first thing is this.” and Sam drew the folded square over Jenni’s eyes, drawing it tight behind her head and knotting it there. “Hey, what did ya do that for?” Jenni asked “I wanted to be able to see what was coming next. C’mon, this isn’t fair!”
“When one sense is removed, all the other senses become that much more aware.” Sam explained. “If you can’t see what’s coming next, that’s half the fun. Tom usually blindfolds me before we even get started, then everything is a surprise. Kinda like this…” And Sam began to massage Jenni’s silk-covered breasts with her left hand, while her right hand folded up the next square scarf into a ball. Poor Jenni had no idea of what was coming next. If she had, she probably wouldn’t have reacted like she did.
Initially, she sucked her breath in sharply and held it, as though holding her breath might make her invisible or make Sam stop. She wasn’t really sure she wanted either to happen. Most certainly it was a pleasurable experience, but it seemed all wrong. It just wasn’t part of the plan, or at least Jenni’s plan. Part of the plan or not, it felt good.
Sam’s hand wandered over Jenni’s breasts, using her fingernail to tease first one then the other nipple to full attention, so that they were straining against the fabric of the scarf that covered them. She grasped the nipples, one at a time and rolled them between thumb and forefinger, before returning to gently caressing the silk globes.
Jenni finally exhaled, but still didn’t say anything as Sam continued her ministrations. Her breathing increased in both frequency and volume, breathing much faster and deeper than a few moments before, but still she was silent. Sam was sure that she’d thrown her friend for a loop and the object was to confuse her slightly.
It worked. After a few more seconds, Jenni began a soft moaning, sucking her breath in sharply through her teeth and releasing her breath in a low, almost breathless groan. After a few cycles of this, Sam readied the balled-up scarf in her right hand and with her left, roughly grasped Jenni’s nipple and pinched while Jenni was exhaling.
The result was as predictable as Sam had hoped it would be. Jenni’s mouth shot open and she screamed…for a second at least…until Sam shoved the balled up scarf into Jenni’s open mouth and prodded it deep behind her lips. She changed hands and held the balled-up scarf in place with her left hand while her right hand reached for the next scarf in the pile.
Jenni was predictable, if nothing else. She had tolerated (okay after a minute or so she had enjoyed) the breast play, and may have been actually looking forward to the next step, but hadn’t considered this. At this latest indignation, Jenni flew into a fit of struggling, trying to stop her friend from doing this to her. HER FRIEND!!!! No friend would do this to her! She twisted and turned and continued to try and scream through the rather large scarf stuffed in her mouth (with little success) but remained as thoroughly bound as before. That did not stop her from her continued struggling. Her fingers clutched at everything, hoping to find something loose to pull on that would magically free her (she succeeded in grabbing nothing except the bed covers). Her head twisted as much as it could with Sam holding the wad of silk in her mouth, trying to dislodge the blindfold, hoping that if somehow she could see, she would find a way out of this mess.
By now Sam had retrieved the folded scarf and pulled it over Jenni’s open mouth, pulling the edges between Jenni’s teeth. She wrapped the ends behind her head and knotted the scarf…tightly pulling the scarf between Jenni’s teeth and holding the packing firmly in place, and stepped back to watch the show.
Sam knew Jenni’s confusion and brief moment of terror. The first time Tom had tied her, then added a blindfold she was a little apprehensive. Then he had shoved the big, fat penis gag in her mouth, the one with the padded covering that went from just below her nose to the base of her chin. Once it was buckled, her mouth was formed around the gag and her lips were pressed tightly against her teeth, she could hardly make a sound. And then the things that Tom had done to her....
But Jenni had it a little easier in the gag department. Her mouth was held open and she could make a good bit of noise, not that anyone could hear her; the neighborhood she and Sam lived in was very spacious, with 2 acre wooded lots that insured privacy, lots of privacy.
Jenni’s struggles continued for a moment longer, until Sam put a hand on her shoulder in an effort to calm her friend. “Jenni,” She whispered and Jenni jumped from being startled. She was so wrapped up in her struggles that she had almost forgotten about Sam. “Jenni, I want you to calm down a little.”
CALM DOWN A LITTLE? How could she say that? She’d just been kidnapped by her best friend of seven years. Bound into helplessness and blindfolded and gagged. And she didn’t know what would happen next.
“Jenni? Are you listening?” Like she had a choice. “Jenni, I haven’t done anything to hurt you. Surprise you maybe, but not hurt you. I would never do anything to hurt you. Take a minute to calm down and take account of your situation. Yes you’re tied up, blindfolded and gagged, but think about how exciting it would be for Jason to have you like this and not knowing what he’d do next. You know he wouldn’t hurt you, don’t you?”
Jenni nodded slightly. “And neither will I. I just wanted you to know the feeling of true helplessness. Do you feel truly helpless?” Again Jenni nodded. “Good, now knowing that I haven’t hurt you and having my promise that I won’t hurt you, do you want to continue? If you don’t, just say so…oopsy, guess you can’t do that, just shake your head and I’ll let you go right now. You tell me, do you want to continue?”
For several seconds Jenni considered her options. Did she trust Sam enough to continue? Up until a few minutes ago, the answer would have been an unequivocal yes. That was after the breast teasing, but before the gag. Of course Sam had a point, she hadn’t been hurt…surprised a little, okay a lot, but not hurt. If Sam was going to do something awful to her, she could’ve easily done it by now. And the breast thing did feel awfully good. If Sam was out to hurt her she’d know very quickly if she asked to be let loose, but if she did that, would this opportunity ever present itself again? Jenni wasn’t prepared to take that chance. She nodded meekly and blushed deep crimson all the way down into her chest, surrendering herself to whatever Sam had in store for her.
“Good. The next part will take just a minute to put together. Just sit there and get used to the feeling of being bound and unable to escape, I’ll be right back”
Those words had a profound effect on Jenni. “being bound and unable to escape” Sure she knew she was bound when Sam had gagged her, but the “unable to escape” part really hit home. Was she truly unable to escape? She tried to envision the scarves that held her, how they were tied, and what the knots looked like. She tried to envision a way to find a loose end to grab and perhaps unravel the myriad of knots securing her but there was no way of knowing where the ends were and which ones to pull if she found them. Then it hit her. She was truly unable to escape. No amount of twisting or turning or wriggling or shaking would free her. She was a prisoner, just as if she were locked in a cell or a cage. She found herself strangely comforted by that thought, the fact that her best friend had complete control over her helplessness and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
While Jenni was coming to newfound revelations about her latest lot in life, Sam had busied herself preparing the evening’s final surprise. This meant going across the bedroom, to her walk-in closet and into to the locked chest, hidden inconspicuously behind her long winter coats (you can never be too careful when you have a cleaning service, she mused).Opening the lock and the top of the chest, she rummaged through the various contents on the top shelf until she found what she was looking for. The two 1” steel rings, the large remote control egg (the one with the long life batteries), the “butterfly” stimulator, and the bottle of Astro Glide. Going back to her scarf drawer, she grabbed another large square, a medium square, a silk handkerchief and a very long rectangle. She carried her collection of goodies back to the bed and laid them quietly on the corner away from where Jenni sat.
“Are you ready to finish this off?” Sam asked, startling Jenni for about the fifth time this evening. Jenni nodded and mumbled an affirmative “uh-huh” from behind the gag.
“Okay, here goes” Sam said “We’ll just start off like this” and grabbed the two rings and the handkerchief and large square. She tied one of the rings in the center of the handkerchief and passed the free ends above and below the scarves between Jenni’s breasts, leaving the ring centered between them. She passed the free ends between the breast scarves and her body and pulled the ends around in front, where she promptly knotted them off loosely, compressing the scarves holding her breasts slightly. She pulled experimentally on the ring and found that, as the ring was pulled, the last of the slack was taken up against the scarves tied around her breasts, compressing them much more. Jenni confirmed this with a grunt behind the gag and a twisting of her shoulders. Sam released the tension on the ring and everything relaxed. She loosened and retied the knot again, getting just the right amount of tension
She took the large square and folded it into a band about 3” wide, passed it around Jenni’s waist with the ends in front and tied the ends off over her navel, with the scarf cutting slightly at her waist. Not painfully, but tight enough that it wouldn’t move very much on its own. Then she tied the second ring into the knot over her navel and tucked the loose ends under the waist scarf.
Sam took the long rectangle and tied one end to Jenni’s joined legs at a spot centered between her knees. She took the free end and passed it through the ring at her breasts, then through the ring at her waist and pulled out the slack until it came up taut.
“Okay, only one last thing and you’ll be finished!” Sam said, merrily. “I’ve got to tip you over on your side to do this, but you’ll be fine. Ready, hold on!”
Sam grabbed Jenni by the shoulders and gently tipped her over on her side, using the pillows from the bed to prop her up. She grabbed the rectangular scarf that was tied to her legs, passed through the two rings and between her legs. Even with all of this, there was still a good 3 feet of scarf without pulling. Sam took the free end and passed it around the scarf binding Jenni’s wrists and pulled about a foot through, leaving a great deal of slack where it passed through her legs.
Going to the corner of the bed, Sam retrieved the remote egg, the butterfly, and the Astro Glide. She slathered the egg in the lubricant, holding it in her right hand. With one deft movement, she reached out with her left hand, slightly parting the lips of Jenni’s sex and slid the well lubricated egg home. Quickly, she took the butterfly and pressed it into place with her left hand, trapping the egg inside, while her right hand grabbed a medium square and placed it over Jenni’s suddenly occupied sex, acting as a pad. Then she spread open and maneuvered the rectangle to hold both items firmly in place. Once in place, Sam grabbed the free end and pulled out all the slack.
To say Jenni was surprised again would be a slight understatement. At the first touch of Sam’s hand, she jumped but was powerless to stop the insertion of the egg, the placement of the butterfly, the scarf crotch pad, and the rectangle holding it all in place. That didn’t stop her from trying, though. Instinctively, she tried to close her legs, but that didn’t work, she tried to work herself into a sitting position, and that didn’t work. By that time the egg, the butterfly covering it and the scarves holding it all together were snugged into place.
Keeping pressure on the rectangular crotch scarf, Sam removed the pillows propped around Jenni and slowly raised her upright to her original sitting position. Maintaining the tension on the crotch scarf, Sam pushed Jenni’s shoulders forward and down, causing her to bend forward, her tied legs coming ever closer to her bound breasts. When her nipples were just grazing the tops of her thighs, she stopped. By maintaining pressure on the crotch scarf, she had taken up the slack and Jenni was now held in a bent-over position. The crotch scarf going from her crossed legs, through the two rings and between her legs, was now being wrapped around the bindings of her hands and tied off at the elbow bondage, keeping the knots away from her fingers. Any attempt to straighten up would result in the greater pressure somewhere. It would pull on her bound wrists, or tighten through her crotch, placing more pressure on the butterfly, crushing it against her, or it would tighten the scarves binding her breasts, squeezing them even more and caressing them in their silken bra, or all three.
Of course from Jenni’s side of things, she was still trying to figure out what had happened. All she knew at the moment was that her best friend, after tying her up so securely she could never get loose without help had blindfolded her, played with her bound breasts, gagged her and now shoved something rather large inside her, held it in place and tied her even more tightly. All of which she had consented to (for the most part). At this point she really had no choice but to trust her friend, but she was having some serious doubts.
She remembered the fluttering feeling in her belly when the first scarf had been knotted around her wrists, and how that fluttering had turned to nervousness when her elbows had been bound, followed by the scarves encircling her breasts and pinning her arms to her back. She recalled how that nervousness gave way to excitement when her legs were bound, only to turn to fear for a moment when she was blindfolded and gagged.
That fear passed after a few moments of Sam’s calming voice, and was replaced by interest as Sam tied the last few scarves in place. But the emotion grew to something she had never before experienced when her best friend, her closest companion for the last seven years, laid her on her side, shoved something large and slippery inside her and tied her so that she’d not be able to work it out on her own.
It was almost like a burning, deep in the pit of her stomach that spread further as she was set upright again and the last of the scarves were tied, holding her in this bent-over position. She couldn’t begin to imagine what was coming next and the excitement grew as the time passed. Her breathing was shallow and quick and she squirmed in muted helplessness waiting for something to happen. Then it hit her…
My God, she was enjoying this, just like Sam had thought she would! When that revelation hit her, it rose like the morning sun and engulfed her in a warm feeling that made her belly rumble…
Hey wait, that wasn’t her belly, that thing that Sam had shoved inside her was starting to vibrate!! God! What was Sam doing to her?
Sam, for her part was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. It was so delicious to watch Jenni come to grips with her situation while she slowly, subtly inched the vibrating egg control until it just barely came on, and then waited for Jenni to realize what was going on.
She saw Jenni stiffen in her bonds and let out a howl from behind the gag. “There it is!” Sam thought to herself, and turned off the egg. Jenni struggled for a moment then fell silent, letting out a long, drawn out exhale.
“Jenni dear,” Sam said as she moved close to her friend “this is what true bondage feels like. Being so completely at another’s mercy that it feels like they hold your life in their hands. Having them be able to do whatever they want and having you powerless to stop them. But at the same time, trusting them to take care of you and take you places you’ve never been before. It seems I’ve already done that, doesn’t it?”
Jenni, now paying close attention to her friend, trying to get some hint of what was coming next, nodded quietly.
“It’s all about trust Jenni. I know it seems like you have no choice at the moment, but you do. You can trust me and I can make this an even more pleasurable experience, or you can not and we’ll end this now. Do you trust me Jenni?”
Again, Jenni nodded. “Good, now try to relax a little and enjoy these sensations. I promise you the next few hours will be like no other in your life.”
Next few hours? She surely wouldn’t keep her like this for that ling! She’d go insane. She’d be unable to walk right for days. She’d be …
And that was when Sam hit the button on the remote again, turning onto it’s lowest setting. Jenni responded with a grunt and renewed struggling as Sam eased the speed control on the egg a little higher.
“Good, that’s it Jenni, struggle for me. This is the best part. When you finally realize that you are completely under my control and I can do anything I want to you…And I will, Jenni.”
As Sam reached out to stroke Jenni’s breast, Jenni heaved at her bonds with renewed vigor. Sam’s caresses along with Jenni’s realizations had the desired effect on Jenni. As she fought her bonds Sam watched, fascinated. She was pretty good at this tying up stuff. She’d tied Tom a couple of times. The first time he was able to get loose in a few minutes. The second time she had teased him for about 25 minutes before he managed to slip free. The third time it was all over. She kept Tom tied for about 2 hours. The whole time she toyed with him, stroking and caressing him, giving him partial blow jobs (the partial part meaning she would stop before he could cum), playing with his erection with the softest of her scarves and then stopping moments before he came. God, he was furious that night.
When she finally mounted him and gave them both release she thought he would scream the walls down. But given the 4 pairs of her panties stuffed in his mouth and the two scarves holding them in place, the likelihood of his pathetically muffled mewling doing any real damage was not very great. She’d paid dearly for that one, spending the next night tied with scarves in one of their dining room chairs, the ones with the high backs. Welded to the chair would be a better description, her legs spread and tied to the chair legs at ankle and knee, her lower thighs pulled open to the arms of the chair and tied there, her arms tied to the chair arms at wrist and just below the elbow, and her upper body (including her blindfolded and severely gagged head) tied to the chair back so tightly that the only thing she could move were her fingers and toes. He had even run a long scarf around her back, over her hips only to pull both ends down on either side of her sex and back to the rungs on the back of the chair. When he tightened this one, it pulled her bolt-upright in the chair, completely unable to move an inch. Tom had then taken one of their many vibrators, the one that plugged into the wall with the long remote cord and slid it under her, nestled right between the lips of her sex, taped the end in place so it couldn’t move, and toyed with her for 4 hours, always stopping short of letting her come. When he finally untied her, she tackled him and had fairly raped him right there in the dining room. When they were done, she noticed the chair she was tied to. The seat was so slick with the remnants of her passion that they both thought it’d have to be refinished. Fortunately, it didn’t. Thank God for polyurethane finishes.
Which brought her back to thinking about Jenni. Being on this side of the ropes (or scarves) it was easy to see why some people took such an interest in bondage. What a beautiful package Jenni made. Muscles straining slightly as she continued to test her bonds, the beautiful colors and patterns of all the scarves, the free ends flowing with her limited movements like tall flowers in a breeze, her head twisting from side to side in a useless attempt to see, and her gagged moans and grunts had such a sultry, wanton sound that it was impossible to listen to them and not be affected in some way.
Quite simply, Jenni was a beautiful woman in beautiful bondage. Prior to tonight, Sam had never given much thought to being with another woman in this way, but after studying Jenni’s beauty for the last several minutes, making that choice would be understandable.
Sam absent-mindedly toyed with Jenni’s breasts for a few more minutes, stoking the fire that must surely be burning in her belly. “Time to turn things up a notch” Sam thought to herself, and nudged the control on the egg just a little higher. Jenni responded in kind with a grunt of surprise and more feeble struggles. Then Sam hit the speed control on the butterfly…
Jenni’s body tensed, tightening the scarf connecting her crossed legs to her wrists. It tightened the scarves wound around her breasts and ground the butterfly even tighter against her clit. Then the thrashing started in earnest, Jenni tugged and heaved at the scarves holding her, still coming no closer to release. Sam marveled at the scarves around Jenni’s breasts. With each heave against her bonds, Jenni’s breasts got compressed and actually seemed to balloon out against her scarf bra. Her nipple flattened against the slippery fabric with each compression and when the tension was released, looked like two pebbles pointing out against the silk.
Meanwhile Jenni was marveling at the sensations coursing through her body. The bondage was a new experience to be sure complete with blindfold and gag, but whatever Sam had shoved inside her was singing merrily away, and then she had turned on something else that was buzzing away at her clit. The combination of those things was proving to be just what the doctor ordered, and Jenni could feel the familiar warmth spreading from her belly outwards in all directions. She took that opportunity to pull even tighter on the scarf running through her crotch, marveling at how it tightened the scarves around her breasts, and the sensations that provided. It wouldn’t take long with this combination of sensations until she came. Just keep tugging on the crotch scarf and rocking (as best she could) on the vibrators and she’d come in a few moments..
Sam, watching fascinated from the side of the bed, waited and tried to time her next step just right. When Jenni started grunting rhythmically into her gag and rocking slight, Sam reached out and turned off the butterfly and egg.
‘NNNNNNUUUUUUHHHHHHH” was all that Sam could understand from her friend’s cry, but knew that she was shouting NNNNNOOOOOOOOOO. She continued to grind and tug on the crotch scarf, but it was no use. Without the added stimulation of the vibrators there was no way she’d get off. Slowly, the grunting quieted and the struggles slowed, while Sam stroked her friend lightly.
“Isn’t that just awful Jenni?” Jenni grunted her disapproval at this question followed by a mumbling that Sam didn’t have to hear clearly to understand what it meant. “Remember, the best part of bondage is realizing that I’m in complete control. Do you understand that now, dear?”
Jenni nodded and “Uh-huh-ed” from behind the gag, and it became deathly quiet. “I’m just gonna let that thought sink in for a couple of minutes while I go get another glass of wine. I’ll be right back…Oh where are my manners? Jenni would you like a glass?”
And that’s how Jenni became initiated into the wonderful world of scarf bondage. Over the next hour or so, Sam drove Jenni to the brink of orgasm three more times before finally letting her come. It was only then that Jenni truly understood the fact that she was under Sam’s control. Sam could’ve kept her like that all night if she wanted, but she didn’t. She could’ve done terrible things to her, but she didn’t. She could’ve just left her alone, but she didn’t.
Instead, Sam had made love to Jenni in a way she could never have understood before. And, for as mad as Jenni was at the beginning, when her friend had gagged her and shoved the vibrator inside her and tied her so tightly she could hardly move, now she was grateful.
As Sam untied Jenni, massaging her muscles back to life, Jenni collapsed on the bed limb by limb as each was freed. Finally she was sprawled out across the bed on her face as Sam removed the blindfold and gag, the last thing to come off. Sam pulled the covers back on the bed and tucked her exhausted friend under the silk sheets, stripped and crawled in next to her. And As Jenni drifted off to sleep, Sam told her “If you liked that wait until tomorrow. You get to tie me up, if you want…” That was the last thing Jenni heard that night. She slept until noon the next day, when Sam made them both breakfast and talked about the next day’s activities.
This could be the second beginning of a beautiful friendship. And that’s how it started.
CLICK!!
“Aaaaahhhhh” Jenni yelled, but all that came out was NNNGGGGGRRRRHHHHHH! The Sweet-Gwen style hood made from bright blue silk and the large foam ball crammed in her mouth made sure of that. She could see her predicament in the mirror before her, and knew that the worst (or best) was yet to come.
God, I’m gonna get Sam for this one!
CLICK!!
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05.11.05
story continues in Jenni and Sam, favor returned
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