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Terri & Jennifer (2/8) [f ff bd cons]
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Terri & Jennifer [2/8]
Here is part 2 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 SIX
RESTLESSNESS
Work kept me very busy for the next several months, and I did
not get much chance to play with my bondage toys, with the
exception of playing with the handcuffs that I always keep in the
night stand next to my bed.
Occasionally, I would lock my hands in front of me, place a
piece of tape over my lips and then lock on a set of ankle cuffs
connected by a steel chain, and then do some housework in the nude
and high heels. I always say, if your are a slave to house work,
you might as well look the part.
However, one Friday morning I woke up very much in the mood to
put myself in some restrictive self-bondage, so that afternoon
after I got home from work, I decided to have some fun.
Before I left for work that morning, I froze a key, that would
unlock my wrist cuffs, in an ice cube and laid out the clothes that
I wanted to wear and the bondage toys that were going to be used.
The day passed very slowly and I had a hard time keeping my mind on
my work. My mind kept wondering to the evening's events. When I
got home that afternoon, the key was ready to go and so was I.
CHAPTER SEVEN
MORE FUN
I locked the doors and stripped down to the nude leaving my
clothes right wear I took them off. My nipples were hard with
anticipation. I then poured myself a tall glass of wine and
quickly headed to my bedroom after first ensuring all the doors and
windows were once again locked.
I sat down on the bed and drank my wine while I picked up and
caressed all the bondage items and clothes that I had laid out, the
wrist cuffs, the ball gag, the white soft nylon rope and of course
the boots. I could hardly wait, but I knew that the longer I made
it last, the better the results would be. I took my time while
dressing.
First, I put on a beautiful black leather corset and slowly
adjusted and pulled the laces tight to obtain a beautiful hourglass
figure. The corset started from just below my breasts to my hips.
It was heavily boned and it pushed my tits up and out making my
breast hard and causing my nipples to further harden. I slowly
caressed each nipple as I sipped from my wine.
I next carefully pulled on a pair of black silk stockings, the
kind with the black seam up the back. The stockings were kept up
by the eight garters attached to the corset. I was very fussy and
had to ensure that the seams were straight. After the stockings,
came a black leather G-string panty that showed more than it
covered.
I slowly sipped the wine as I modeled for myself in the full
length mirror across the bedroom. The hourglass shape was stunning
and I really enjoyed to feel of the tight caressing around my
midsection. I had often worn this outfit to work just wondering
what my co-workers would think if they knew what I had on
underneath my work clothes. On the days that I dressed for
pleasure, I would always get comments asking me if I had lost
weight, or had been working work. I just smiled.
Next came thigh-high black leather boots with six inch heels.
I have always loved boots. They feel so permanent. They can not
be removed without the use of your hands so therefore they are
almost a bondage by themselves. The height of the heels serve to
effectively hobble my steps. I slowly pulled the boots up each
leg and zipped up the zipper on the inside of my thighs. The boots
came all the way up to just below my crotch. My legs were now
encased in beautiful black leather. To prevent my from removing the
boots, I locked the boot's zipper to a very small hasp hook at the
top of the boot. The key to the lock was in my mailbox in the front
yard. I always liked my bondage spicy.
To top off my bondage outfit, I slipped my hands into a pair
of shoulder length black kidskin gloves. The gloves serve to
heighten the feeling of restraint since it's harder to find the key
hole with gloved fingers. They also serve to protect my wrist from
chaffing and make the kinky outfit complete. I like looking like
the Irving Klaw models of the past. They always seem to be wearing
corsets, gloves, and high heels or boots. Being a bondage model
would be great if I could find the right person.
I felt very sexy and I knew that I would not be going outside
for a walk, dressed like this. As I finished up my wine I called
Jennifer and asked her to come over that evening so that we could
go out together (Friday was our normal night on the town). We
talked for a while and all the time I sat there slowly caressing
myself with my gloved hands. If Jennifer only knew what was
planned for the evening or what I was currently wearing while I was
talking to her. Jennifer said that she would be over around eight
o'clock that evening. That gave me about three hours of bondage
fun. After I had hung up, I was all set to begin.
I slowly walked to the kitchen and removed the ice cube, with
the key frozen inside, from the freezer. Walking was very
difficult in the high heeled boots. I guess that is why I love to
lock them on once in a while.
I returned to the bedroom and hooked the ice cube, with the
key frozen inside, up to a string hanging from the ceiling in the
middle of my bedroom. When it melts, the key would fall to the
floor and I would have to struggle over to the key and free myself.
I also set up an additional safety in case I needed to get free in
an emergency. I had tied a long rope to bucket and placed this
bucket on top of my closet shelf. The rope was long enough to rest
on the floor of my closet among all my shoes and boots. I attached
a set of keys to the rope about a foot from the bucket. If I
needed to get free fast, I could pull on the rope and the bucket
would fall to the floor and I could get to the keys. However, to
prevent me from using this as an easy way out, the bucket was
filled with old motor oil that I had saved from my last tuneup.
The mechanic wondered why I needed the oil. If he only knew. I
made sure that the closet door was open and I was now ready to
begin the tying part of my adventure.
I sat down on the bed and picked up a long piece of quarter
inch nylon rope and proceeded to tie and cinch my booted feet
together very tightly at the ankles. I then stood up and locked a
three inch wide leather belt around my waist. This belt had a two
inch strap that was attached in back to the waist strap and went
through my legs and again locked in front. This key was also in
the mailbox. This leather ensemble, better known as a chastity
belt, is one of my favorite toys as it would deny access to my most
vital parts. Because I was wearing panties, I did not use the
vibrator or butt plug so therefore, today's bondage would only deal
with restriction, restraint, and nipple discipline.
I now locked a set of wrist cuffs to a D-ring which was also
attached to the leather belt in back. When my hands were locked
in, I would be unable to move them away from my body. I now tied
my legs together above and below the knees thus making my booted
legs useless. To make things even more difficult, I got up on the
bed and sat back on my ankles (this was hard to do with the thigh-
high boots on, they were not very flexible) and strapped my ankles
to my thighs with a large leather strap. With my hands locked
behind me, I would be effectively hogtied, a position that I love
very much.
I picked up the red ball gag and wedged the sphere between my
lips. I pulled the straps behind my head and buckled them tightly
pulling the ball deep into my mouth. Without help, the gag was not
coming off. To force my head up, and to make the bondage all that
more restrictive, I picked up a three inch leather collar and
buckled it around my neck.
The ball gag had a special feature that I used this evening.
I had placed a small silver chain through the ball using the same
hole that the leather strap went through. Attached to both ends
of the chain was a set of nipple clamps. I carefully attached a
clamp to each nipple. The length of the chain was such that I had
to keep my head bowed to prevent putting too much tension on the
nipple clamps and thus my already sensitive nipples. These nipple
clamps were the kind that press harder, the harder they are pulled.
They were not coming off. One last item and I was ready for that
moment of truth.
I picked up a long latex sheet which I had folded it into a four
inch wide band, to use as a blindfold. I tied this tightly about
my head covering my eyes. I used latex because I love the smell of
leather and latex together and the latex blindfold would not slip
off no matter how I struggled. I also found that being blindfolded
made the time go slower and it also allows me to fantasize easier.
Your mind starts to play funny tricks when your sight is cut off
and freedom of movement is restricted.
I now carefully laid on my side since lying on my stomach
would be hard with the nipple clips on, and placed my hands behind
me and locked on the wrist cuffs. To add that much more adventure
to the evenings fun a also locked on a set of thumbcuffs thus
furthering my bondage. The thumbcuffs would have to come off first
before I could use the key to unlock the wrist cuffs. I had
recently started to add the thumbcuffs along with the wrist cuffs
to make the bondage that much more restrictive. I had practiced
many times using just my fingers to unlock the thumbcuffs. The key
to the thumbcuffs was sitting on my dining room table. I had
attached a string to the key and let the string hand over the edge.
I would have to somehow struggle into the dinning room, find the
string, pull the key off the table and then unlock the thumbcuffs.
The journey would be slow to say the least, what with the hogtie
position, blindfold, and the nipple clamps that were keeping my
head bowed. Once the thumbcuffs were unlocked, I would still have
to wait for the key to my wrist cuffs to fall to the floor to
complete my escape from my bondage.
I was now a prisoner of my own bondage. I knew that I had
about two hours before the ice would melt, so I just laid back and
relaxed, because I was not going anywhere.
The only problem that I could see with this bondage adventure
would be that I would have to listen carefully for the key to hit
the floor. If I had not put a small plate on the carpet under the
key, there would have been no way to find the exact spot where the
key would fall.
Since I used a very restrictive bondage tie up and would only
be able to move inches at a time, and coupled with the fact that my
fingers were encased in leather gloves, the search would have been
almost impossible. But with the plate on the floor, the key can
only bounce so far and I know were to start looking.
I laid there for a few moments getting use to my bondage
before I decided to make that long trip into the dining room. The
ball gag made speech impossible and since my bedroom was in the
back of the house anyway, no one would be able to hear any sound
that I could make. Trying to lift my head only caused more tension
to my nipples. This would be an excellent way to tie a slave.
Having her head bowed and attached to her nipples would make her
appreciate her submission. It's doing an excellent job on me.
Too bad I am submissive to my own self-bondage and not a beautiful
mistress.
The latex blindfold did a excellent job of cutting off all
sight. To me the blindfold triples the feeling of helplessness in
bondage. If you do not think this is so, try a little experiment.
Place the key to your favorite handcuffs on the floor across the
room. Now tie your ankles together so that walking is very
difficult (cross your ankles before you tie them, this makes
standing up hard to do). Now handcuff your wrists behind your
back. Getting to the key on the floor takes some work and you will
probably will scoot along on your butt or side. It's fairly easy
to see your objective, but try the same situation again only this
time add a tight blindfold so that all reference to room position
is lost and then try it again. The results will be vastly
different.
My bondage was very secure. My gloved wrists were held
tightly to my waist, and my booted legs were quite useless. I
could not move around very much. Even trying to turn over on my
stomach was very difficult to do because of the hogtie position and
the nipple clips. The leather strap that held my ankles to my
thighs brought my heels very close to my rear end and I could feel
the spiked heels with my fingers. I could only picture what I
looked liked.
I began to fantasize that I had been kidnapped by a white
slave ring and that I had been sold to a rich countess in a far off
land. This countess like her girls in leather and boots and
demands that they be tightly restrained. I feel the hands of the
countess as she inspected the bonds that held me tightly. I very
sexually excited but could not touch myself in any way. I could
only pull on the nipple clamps increasing the tension on my
nipples.
I had not been tied up too long when I thought I heard the
front doorbell ring. Then, it rang again. It really surprised me.
I was not expecting anyone this early in the afternoon, that I
could remember. Then there was someone knocking on the door. I
heard the person say "Terri! Are you in there?" It was Jennifer!
CHAPTER EIGHT
DISCOVERED
I had not realized that she was going to come over this early.
I could not understand why she was here now, but she was. Jennifer
did have a key to the house. I was out of luck. I heard her
opening the door and walking in. I knew that she would come into
the bedroom and find me on the bed all bound and gagged. There was
no way out now. My secret would be known. I almost died with
humiliation. I tried to struggle against my bondage for what
reason, I am not sure.
When Jennifer entered the bedroom, she must have been taken by
surprise because she just stopped at the door and said "Terri, what
are you doing?"
She rushed over to the bed and took off the blindfold and
tried to take the wrist cuffs off, but found that they were locked
on good and tight.
"Boy, someone sure did not want you to get away did they?
Where is the key?" Jennifer had forgotten that I was still gagged.
She then unbuckled the strap that held the ball gag in place, and
removed the gag but not the nipple clamps, she did not realize that
they were attached to my nipples . I told her that the key was
hanging in the middle of the room. She stared at me for a moment
but then smiled and looked and me and asked me if I had done this
to myself. I told her yes and then she asked me why.
I was caught, what could I do so I explained that I have been
practicing bondage for sometime and I had not found someone that I
could really trust to tie me up, so I invented ways to tie myself
up and still get out without anyone's help. I told her that this
was called self-bondage.
Then she asked me what happens if I can not free myself from
my self imposed restraint. I explained that I used her as a safety
person. Before I placed myself in some restrictive bondage, I
would always call her and tell her to come over later that day or
evening. Since she had her own key, she always knew to come on
inside and wait for me if I was not home. This way, if something
was wrong with my bondage, Jennifer would eventually come along and
free me. I also told her about the bucket method in the closet.
Jennifer just smiled and got up from the bed and walked over
to the piece of ice that held the key to my wrist cuffs and untied
it from the string. She then walked into the bathroom and melted
the ice cube to retrieve the key. When she came back, she held the
key up in front of my face and told me, "I guess that I am that
someone now, besides you don't have any choice." She was right.
I was still bound very securely and Jennifer did have the key.
Then Jennifer surprised me by asking me if I would like to spend
the rest of the weekend with her tying each other up. She said
that she had always been curious about what bondage was like, but
she never really had the chance to try it, now she had that chance.
I quickly agreed, besides, what choice did I have?
Jennifer told me that she had to go home and get some
different clothes so that she could stay here for the whole
weekend. She also said that we could start tying each other up now
and that she would finish retying me on the bed, then go home and
get her stuff. That sounded good to me.
I told Jennifer that I kept the rest of my bondage equipment
in a suitcase under the bed. Jennifer pulled the suitcase out and
dumped the contents in the middle of the room. She was surprised
at all the bondage stuff that I had.
Jennifer sat down on the floor and examined each piece of
equipment. I tried to explain to her the purpose for each piece.
I did the best that I could, tied up the way I was. She tried a
few of the pieces on herself such as one of my ball gags, a leather
collar, and some ankle cuffs. She then picked out two elbow cuffs,
and connecting leather strap.
Jennifer got up from the floor and sat down next to me on the
bed. She was admiring my outfit. She liked my corset and loved my
boots. She had always wanted a pair of thigh-high ones but settle
for the knee highs instead due to the cost. Jennifer and I can
wear the same clothes so it would be fun to help her learn about
dressing for pleasure.
Jennifer then rolled me back on my stomach and proceeded to
attach a leather cuff to each arm, above each elbow. She then
connected them together was a small leather strap thus forcing my
elbows close together. This was something that I am unable to
accomplished by myself. I do have ways to tie my elbows tightly
together, but if I do, I would not be able to get out without help.
Before Jennifer got up to leave, she regagged me with the ball
gag, pulling it tighter that I had before. This is when she
noticed the nipple clips. She just shook her head and caressed
each nipple slowly around the clamp. I was in heaven. She then
retied the rubber sheet around eyes thus cutting off all sight.
She got up from the bed, patted me on the rear, gave me a kiss on
the head and said, "Be back in awhile dear, just relax. Oh by the
way" she said. "I have the key to your cuffs, if you need to get
free you can always use the bucket". I then heard her walk out of
the room and lock the door. I was now all alone. I had finally
had my wildest dream come true. I had been bound and gagged be a
beautiful women who was in complete control over me and who wanted
to share some "bondage" with me. I was in heaven. My thoughts
switched now to the many possibilities that would arise this
weekend.
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