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The Adventures of Terri and Jennifer, Chapter 15
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Here is part 5 of 8 of the Terri and Jennifer series that I have.
These are the only eight parts that I have. I will not repost
them, I will not e-mail them and I will not ftp them anywhere
unless I made a mistake.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
DUAL SELF-BONDAGE
For this afternoon's adventure, Jennifer and I decided to
tie ourselves up out in a guest room that was attached to the
back of my garage. I use the room all the time for my own self-
bondage fun because I can tie myself up in whatever clothing I
desire (i.e. nude, stockings and garter belts etc.) but when I
have to get free by walking out to the garage or the frontyard to
my mailbox for the key, it adds more excitement to the adventure
when I have to make that long walk dressed the way I started.
You see, if we tied ourselves up in the house, it would be very
simple to just put on a long skirt or blouse and go outside and
retrieve the key. Wearing the clothes we tied ourselves up in
(or nothing at all) out into the open adds another bit of
excitement and uncertainty to the self-bondage affair.
The idea that we came up with was simple. We would tie
ourselves up out in the guest room using our locking wrist cuffs
and put the keys in different locations throughout the yard,
garage and house. We would therefore have to leave the guest
room if we wanted to get free. The interesting part to this
whole adventure was the techniques that Jennifer and I used to
keep us both in the guest room for a few hours prior to getting
out.
Earlier that morning, we had frozen the ends of two, six
foot pieces of string in separate ice trays. Attached to the
other end of each string was a set of metal nipple clamps, the
kind that clamp tighter when they are pulled. In addition to the
nipple clamps, we also froze a key to mine and Jennifer's wrist
cuffs in a separate cube with it's own string attached. About
three o'clock that afternoon, the strings and keys were frozen
and we were all set to begin.
The first thing that we did was to pre-stage the keys to the
assortment of locks that we were going to use to tie ourselves up
with. There were fifteen keys in all; one for each ball gag, one
for each waist belt, three each for each set of wrist cuffs, one
each for the locking ankle cuffs, and the key to the back door of
the house. Also, there were two keys to the locks that Jennifer
was going to use to lock her high heels on her feet. I was going
to wear high heeled boots.
Jennifer took the key to the back door and placed it in my
mailbox out in the front yard. The keys to our ball gags, ankle
cuffs, and Jennifer's shoe locks were placed on the bed in the
house. I then took the one set of the keys to our wrist cuffs
that were not frozen in an ice cube, and shuffled them in my hand
and had Jennifer pick one out. This key was placed in the garage
on the floor. Neither one of us knew which key was in there, so
we would have to walk out there and find out who got their hands
free first. The other key, that Jennifer didn't pick, the ones
to our waist belts and the other wrist cuff key were tied to a
string from the ceiling out in the guest room. They would be out
of reach when our hands were locked behind us.
The whole idea with the keys was that Jennifer and I would
have to walk out to the garage bound and gagged, get the one key
off the floor and see whose cuffs it would unlock. Once that
person's hands were free, then we would have to walk back into
the guest room to get the other keys that were on the string
hanging from the ceiling. They were easy to reach once your
hands were free. Then we would have to wait until dark in order
for us to make that long trip to the front yard to retrieve the
house key. We would have to go together because we were going to
lock our ankles to each other with a four foot chain. Once we
were in the house, we would be able to take our gags off, release
our ankle cuffs and be free. Simple huh! So we thought.
We made sure that the garage side door was shut but not
locked and that the key to the one set of wrist cuffs was in it's
place on the garage floor. We then set up our safety.
I took the last set of keys to our wrist cuffs and attached
each one to a bucket of oil that was placed on the upper shelve
in the closet. These buckets also had attached to them a long
string that we laid on the floor until we were ready for the
final task of tieing ourselves up. More on this latter.
We went back into the house to get dressed for our
adventure. We would dress in the house, then very quickly run
out back to the guest room. We had moved the other set of keys
that were already frozen in the ice cube along with the nipple
clamps and strings, out to the freezer. We also transferred my
TV and VCR out back so that we could watch some good bondage
movies to help pass the time.
Back in the house, Jennifer chose to wear a black leather
mini skirt with back high heeled opera pumps that had five inch
heels. Underneath the mini skirt, she wore a white silk garter
belt topped off with black nylon stockings. There was a
beautiful contrast between the stockings and Jennifer's tanned
thighs. The mini skirt didn't cover the top of her stockings and
I could see where the garters were attached. Jennifer did not
where a blouse, so she was nude from the waist up.
I chose to wear my black boned corset that required
Jennifer's help to lace up. Attached to the corset, was six
garters to which I attached a pair of black stockings. When the
corset was tightly laced, it gave me an hour glass shape and it's
feeling of restraint felt wonderful. The corset pushed my
breasts up making them firm and hard. To top off my outfit. I
wore a pair of knee-high black leather boots with five inch
spiked heels.
Under my corset, and under Jennifer's leather mini skirt we
both wore a pair of black high waisted latex panties with built
in butt plug and dildo. When the panties were pulled up tight,
there was a sense of full around. Both Jennifer and I also wore
elbow length black leather gloves. We looked like two bondage
beauties, out of a John Willie bondage magazine, which by, the
way is where we got the idea from. It was my idea to add the
latex panties with butt plugs and dildos.
After we were dressed, we checked to make sure that the keys
were in their place on the bed, the front door was locked and all
of the lights turned out. We then checked the backyard very
carefully for any signs of my next door neighbors. Luckily, they
were in the house and we could proceed to the guest room without
too much trouble. Trying to run in spiked heels and boots was
not easy to say the least especially with a rear and pussy full
of rubber!.
As I left the house, I locked the door as I shut it. Even
if we did not tie ourselves up, we would still have to wait until
dark to get back in the house. We could not just walk around to
the front yard dressed the way we were. When we got to the guest
room, we locked the door and pulled the shades. We did not want
someone looking in and taking advantage of two helplessly bound
and gagged females (the thought was very stimulating though)
I checked around the room and made sure that we had covered
all aspects of our bondage. I also made sure one more time that
our back up escape methods would work if we got in trouble. I
made sure that I was standing in the right place to get the keys
when they swung down. I had done this many times before, so I
knew it would work, it would just take awhile.
Jennifer and I were now at the point of no return. We both
very slowly and carefully attached a nipple clamp to each nipple.
We then tried moving around a little bit to see how much play we
had. We didn't have much at all. We would almost have to stand
in the same place for the whole time to prevent increasing the
pressure to our nipples. The strings were short enough that our
breast were actually being lifted up by the nipples, but only a
little. We could not bend our knees at all. Remember, these
nipple clamps were the kind that got tighter as they were pulled,
so trying to pull them off with the string would only increase
the pressure, making matters worse. They were not going to slip
off unless we fell or something and exerted lots of pressure.
It was time for the final step, that moment of truth. We
reached around behind us and put our wrists into the wrist cuffs.
We both looked at each other, smiled behind our gags and locked
them. Our only hope now was the melting of ice to save us. We
were totally bound and gagged, and forced to stay in the room by
our nipples. The broom stick kept us far enough apart so that I
could not somehow reach over to Jennifer and release her nipple
clamps and vice versa. It also keeps us together, one of us can
not leave without the other, so we would therefore have to wait
for both of the ice cubes to melt before we would be able to walk
outside. That would be about two hours from now. The broomstick
also forces both of us to stay still, not only for the discomfort
in our own nipples, but for the other person's nipples as well.
If I move, Jennifer moves, and we both pay for it.
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