The New House Rules 3

by Cshiny

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Storycodes: F/f; Sbf; FF; tape; bond; rope; gag; straps; hogtie; nipple; mast; tribbing; climax; cons; X

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Chapter 3

I sat staring aimlessly out my office window. My office was on the low rent side of the building and the view was of the parking lot. Who knows how long I had been watching people come and go in their cars. Focus did not seem to be something my mind was capable of. I leaned back in my chair and turned my wrists palms up and held them together in front of me. The rope marks had faded and I missed them more than I could stand. I pouted and spun my chair back to my desk. The mountain of paperwork had grown since monday, and it would grow more before the week was over. Damn.

I was thirty minutes into a boring conference call when I could take it no more. I watched the mute light flash on my phone for the thousandth time and then snapped. In frustration, I kicked off my heels and walked across the room, gently turning the lock on my door. Sauntering back to my chair I eased myself in and opened the top drawer on my desk. Inside there was a roll of shipping tape, the strapping kind that was reinforced with string. I nervously smiled as I leaned forward. I pressed my bare feet side by side and started wrapping the tape around my ankles. Over and over I circled them. I cut the tape with the dispenser, and looked down at my handiwork. My feet were tightly fused together with a pretty strip of tape that was about an inch tall.

For the next five minutes I sat with my eyes closed and my wrists crossed behind my back. I pressed my thighs together and closed my eyes. I was lost in temporary bliss. This simple feeling was so delicious. I barely realized that the conference call had ended when I heard the last people signing off.

I unlaced my fingers and leaned forward to hang up the line. A thought crossed my mind. I picked back up the phone and dialed a number.

“Jill, what are you doing calling me in the middle of the work day, sweetie?”

“I can’t work Taylor.”

“Why not babe?”

“I can’t concentrate. Horny as hell. What are you doing?”

“I just finished showing a house The Parkview Street house I was telling you about..”

“Did you get some papers signed?”

“No, more window shoppers that think they need ten thousand square feet until they actually walk it. It’s OK though, I am developing a routine for showing it. I could write dirty stories in my head at the same time with as little effort as it requires.”

“Tell me about this story!”

“It is about these two sexy little ladies that I had tied up over the weekend. You probably could not handle the details.”

“Probably not.” I paused for a moment, “do you know what I am doing right now?”

“Clearly not working. What?”

“Hold please. I will show you.”

I leaned forward and retrieved the cell phone from my purse. I pushed my feet up on my toes and took a picture of my bound ankles from the side. After I selected the picture, I added Taylor and Tara’s cell phone numbers to an MMS and sent it.

“It is coming.”

“I am waiting.”

We sat quietly for a second.

“It just got here. You dirty girl. Did one of the cute guys in the office do that to you?”

“God, I wish. No, that was me being so very bored.”

“I just got a text from Tara.”

“Me too, that was fast. It only says, ‘no playing without me, hookers.’”

“Speaking of playing, have you been touching yourself Jill?”

I blushed, then whispered “maybe.”

“You know you are not allowed to do that without my permission.”

“That was just for the weekend.”

“Only the weekend?”

“I guess. I mean. We did not really talk about it. What are you thinking?”

“I don’t know exactly. I had so much fun. I mean, damn, I never knew how much I would enjoy being a dom. I know you guys had fun.” She paused. “I was waiting for Tara to get back tonight to talk.”

“What are you thinking dear?”

“Honestly Jill, this might sound fucked up, but I want you and Jill as my slaves and I want it to be exclusive. I want to own both of you, at least sexually. How does that sound to you?”

I was flushed and nervous. I had never thought of being owned. I was a strong, independent woman, but I was so turned on by the thought. “Taylor, are you serious?”


“We all have jobs. How would that even work?”

“I don’t have it all figured out yet, but I have some ideas of how to do it. I think I should talk to both of you at once though.”

“Hell no, you can’t tell a girl that has been tying herself up at work something like that and leave me hanging. Spill!”

Taylor laughed.

“OK, this is my proposal. When we are at home, you two will be my full time sex slaves. Outside of the home, unless we agree to play, we are all just friends. You would get a night or two a week to opt out, but those days would have to be scheduled ahead of time.”

I squirmed in my chair a bit. I had a feeling of discomfort in my stomach and I was incredibly turned on.

“Are you still there?”


“Want me to continue?”


“Your pussies would belong to me, no orgasms unless I give you permission. You will stay naked unless I say otherwise and probably always be in some kind of bondage. And that might just be a collar locked around your neck. I am not saying we should do this forever. But it could be fun for a few months. It is not like any of us are dating anyway, and we choose poorly when we do. And we can all explore this serious case of kinkiness repression we have been afflicted with.”

“Taylor, I am so turned on right now.”

“I figured you would be.”


“You want to play a little bit?”

“So much.”

“OK, I have a few minutes. Get some scissors and take off your skirt.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I opened up my draw and found a pair of scissors, then nervously slid my skirt into a pile on floor and then rested my ass back into my chair.

“Done Mistress.”

“Cut your panties off then wad them into a ball. Push it into your mouth.”

“Yes Mistress.”

* * * *

The ringing of my desk phone snapped me back to reality. I must have drifted off. I wondered for how long? I was still wearing my blouse, but the lower half of my body was stark naked. And my ass and my inner thighs were soaking wet with sex. My ankles were still tied with tape, and so were my knees. I pulled up my tape bound wrists, but quickly realized the tape around my upper arms had them pinned to my stomach. Somehow Taylor had gotten me to wrap a coil of tape loosely around my body. With much squirming I had managed to use more tape to cinch it tightly on each side between my arms and chest. It crushed my little boobs under my blouse, and I could see them bulging above and below the strip.

The phone rang for the the fifth time and then went to voicemail. These people really should know I had more important things cooking. Reaching my fingers up and leaning my head forward, I grabbed the corner of the tape strips that covered my lips. I painfully peeled it away and then spit the drool soaked lump of panties on my desk. The damn phone started ringing again. I pushed myself up from the chair and leaned forward. My short arms could not even reach the cord to the handset. I would have to crawl on the desk or hop my tied ass around it. On the third ring I stopped struggling and just leaned forward and smashed the hands free button with my nose.

“This is Jill.”

“Ms. White, I just wanted to let you know that your 3:30 with the court clerk has been rescheduled for next week. I added it to your calendar.”

“Thanks Jen, anything else?”

“No ma’am. You have a nice weekend.”

“You also.”

With another faceplant I managed to hang up the phone. I then grabbed the scissors, and plopped myself back down in my wet chair. Jen was a sweet girl, but if she called me ma’am again, I might have to get her fired. I was like three years older than her. And even if I was an attorney, I was damn near as unimportant as herself. She did have that cute southern draw though, and a serious hot little body.

I shook my head and whispered to myself. “Jill, you need to get yourself some cock soon, before you switch teams.”

After I cut myself loose, I packed my sad little cut up panties and pile of used tissues into my purse. I slid back on my wrinkled skirt and did my no panties walk of shame down the hall. My hair sure looked like I got fucked, and I no doubt reeked of sex.

“Great way to get yourself fired, dummy.” I muttered.

Fortunately nobody seemed to pay much attention to me as I slipped out the front doors and to my car. I was ready to get home and see the girls.

* * * *

It was dark by the time I pulled into our driveway. Only Tara’s car was in the open garage. I walked through the side door and scratched Felix behind his ears. He wagged his tail and seemed excited at first, but quickly lost interest, running back to the living room. I followed him in. Tara was curled up on the couch, watching a movie. She smiled at me.

“Hey girl. I like the foot fetish picture you texted me earlier.”

I smiled back.

“I know what gets you hot.”

I plopped down beside her on the sofa and rested my head on her shoulder. She kissed me on top of the head and put her hand on my knee.

“So where is Taylor?”

“That breeder sister of hers was in labor again.”

“They pick a name for that baby yet?”

“Stella. I think. It was her grandmother’s.”

Tara leaned her head against mine.

“Guess we are on our own tonight. You going out?”

“No, I spent the afternoon tied up in my office chair. I could not imagine the vanilla bar scene tonight.”

“Yea, I heard about your afternoon. I was jealous.”

“Did you talk to Taylor about her idea?”

“Yea. She is the market for a couple of slaves.”

“What do you think about that?”

“Weird. Kind of makes me creeped out and turned at the same time.”

“Same here. I got horny as hell thinking about it, but I am not sure about the reality of it.”

“Would you do it?”

“I am honestly not sure, I would have to think about it. I like my social life, or maybe I just think I do. I could probably use vacation from my routine. You?”

I turned my eyes to see Tara’s face flush red.

“Yes. I think I would do it. At least for a couple of weeks. I want to be beat and tied and told what to do. What is wrong with me?”

“Nothing sweetie. You are just doing something that turns you on.”

“I don’t think I could do it unless you did it with me.”

“I might.”

We sat there for a few minutes in silence watching the movie. Tara’s rubbing of my leg continued. She slowly moved it higher and higher until she was running her fingers across my pussy.

I picked up my head and faced her.

“What’s going on down there?”

Tara smiled and then moved her hands down to the bottom of her shirt. She slowly lifted it, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor. She was perfectly naked under it.

“I have been waiting for you to get home.”

She leaned forward and closed her eyes. Resting her lips millimeters from mine but not touching.

I whispered “you are challenging my heterosexual ways.”

I then crushed my lips into hers. I wrapped my hand behind her head and pulled her face into mine. She rested her hands on my legs. Our tongues mingled as we kissed each other deeply. Tara ran her hands up my skirt and brushed her fingers gently across my pussy.

We aggressively kissed as I reached around and unbuttoned my blouse. I grabbed it from the bottom and pulled it up. We only interrupted our furious make out session long enough to pull it over my head. Tara used the opportunity to hike up my skirt above my waist. Which was nice because it allowed me to pull my legs apart. I moved my right leg up on the sofa and placed it between the sofa and her body. She grabbed me behind the back and pulled me close to her. Our breasts gently pressed against the others.

We kissed and fondled each other for a few minutes. I was getting super turned on and kind of wanted to get fucked. But Tara was without a cock so I decided that would have to try the two girls way of fucking. I had seen a few porns. Both my legs were wrapped around Tara’s back, and that would never do. I pulled my left leg up and swung it over her right leg and then pushed it under her leg, with my right leg still behind her back. I pushed her right leg that was on the floor up. She quickly got what I was going for and wrapped her right leg around me and pressed her pussy against mine.

Neither of us really knew what we were doing, and Tara was kind of on top so I let her take the lead. A few seconds later she was gyrating her hip to press her clit into me. I did not have much leverage but I pushed my pelvis right back into her, rolling it as much as I could. We continued to kiss passionately. I ran my fingers into her blonde locks of hair and grabbed firmly, pulling her face deeper into mine. Tara bucked her hips furiously against mine. She ripped her face away from mine and pushed her chin to my shoulder, pressing our bodies together. Tara moaned in ecstasy and wildly smashed her pussy into me. I was so close to orgasm also and her pace had quickened mine. She was grinding harder for her second one as I leaned my head back and squealed with delight.

We were both covered in sweat by the time we both ran out of steam. This had been the best cardio I had had in a long time. We just sat there, naked and wet. Pressed against each other. Silently try to catch our breath.

I was still panting for breath a little bit, but managed to whisper “want to lay down?”

Tara unraveled her leg from behind me and we both managed to stretch out on the sofa. Facing each other. We kissed a little more.

Tara pulled her lips away.

“Jill, do you want to tie me up?”

“Yes, but I will be so jealous. There are too many submissives in this house.”

“No shit.”

“If you want to be tied, you are going to have to go get the rope.”

Tara must have really wanted it, because she wasted no time in getting up. She stretched and pushed her hair back over her shoulders, taming it a little bit.

She was walking away when I thought about a few things. “Tara, bring lots of rope, a gag, and a few of those leather strings.”

She shouted back “yes, temporary mistress.”

* * * *

Tara came back from my and Taylor’s rooms with a mountain of rope, the bigger black ball gag, and more leather strips than I knew we even had. I was pretty proud of her for that ball gag choice. It was about two inches, and it was a jaw stretcher.

I grabbed a longer piece of rope from the pile. It was probably thirty feet. While I was untangling it, she sat down a little timidly on the other side of the sofa.

“Jill, I had a really fucking good orgasm.”

I didn’t look up from my work, and knew I was blushing.

“Pretty amazing actually.”

“I would have had a experimental college phase had I known fucking girls was so much fun.”

I laughed. Once I pulled the piece of rope loose, I looked up at Tara. I was really not feeling dominant tonight, and wish this rope was for tying me up, but damn if the girl had not just girl fucked me silly. I thought she deserved it more.

“So how would you like to be tied up?”

“Oh wow, didn’t know I would be getting to choose.”

She bit her lip and thought about it for a moment.

“There is so much I want to try, but I really liked being hogtied. Can we do that?”

“Of course.”

“Can I have my elbows tied like yours were?”

“Yes. Do you want this tie to be really strict?”

“So much. Can I stay tied for a bit longer also?”

“For sure.”

I stood up and moved everything off the ottoman.

“On that?”

“Yep. Stand up.”

Tara stood up.

“Turn around.”

She complied. I took the long piece of rope, doubled it up and slid it under her arms, above her elbows. I was amazed when I trapped her elbows in the loop how easily they pressed together. Holy shit this girl was flexible. I started at her elbows and spun almost all the rope into loops. Moving up her arms. I cinched it with some opposite direction loops and then ran the loose ends under her left arm, passed it back over her shoulders, around the back of her neck, and then back down the right side. This was then tied back into the elbow bondage. I spun Tara and around so I could look at her perfect boobs that were not getting pushed out from her shoulders being forced back.

I leaned forward and placed my teeth gently on her left nipple. OK, I decided, maybe it was fun to be the dominant also.


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