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Terri & Jennifer (6/8)
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Terri & Jennifer [6/8]
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TOGETHERNESS
For the first couple of minutes, Jennifer and I tried to get
the feel of our bondage. We were good. There was going to be no
escape from our bondage until the right time. We just had to try
and relax and watch our bondage tapes. Hopefully this would take
our minds off the dull ache that was starting to build in our
nipples and in our jaws from the oversized ball gags that we had
used.
Occasionally, we would try to pull the nipple clamps to see
if we could get the ice to break or the clamps to slip off, but
all our efforts only made the clamps tighten down harder and
increase our discomfort. We would just have to wait.
Jennifer and I were fast learning the finer points of
bondage i.e. tight restraint, helplessness, and loneliness. We
could not talk to each other because of the ball gags, and we
could not touch or tease each other due to our bondage positions.
We had talked about the possibility of something going
wrong, forcing us to remain prisoners of our own bondage for God
knows how long! That unknown possibility made being tied up all
that much more exciting and worth while. It's amazing what
thoughts can go through your mind when you are all tied up and
are relying on the simple melting of an ice cube for your freedom
(what if the string gets caught on the hook in the ceiling after
the ice melts?..What happens if the garage door gets locked by
mistake?..What if someone just happens to come into my backyard
and look into the guest room?).
Being tied up is not all that bad if you are tied to a chair
or tied on the floor or bed, but being tied up and forced to
stand in very high heeled shoes or boots, for over two hours is
very hard on the feet and what is worse is when you are forced to
remain standing in one place by your nipples, that is worse yet
(but exciting)! Add this to the fullness of the dildo and butt
plugs and the bondage is almost complete. We could have added
blindfolds but decided that the absent of sight along with the
tight bondage would be too much. With the way we were tied, we
would not have been able to help each other if one of us had
fallen. Getting up would be hard enough without the
blindfold...maybe next time under less stringent conditions.
It is funny how time seems to slow down when you want
something to happen so bad. After about two hours of standing
there having to remain very still, both Jennifer and I were ready
to be free. You could see it in our faces, we were both drooling
down our chins on to our chests and our nipples were very sore
from all the tension of the nipple clamps. In addition, our
shoulders and feet ached from the tight bondage and high heels.
At about the two and one half hour point, Jennifer's ice
cube melted enough to slip through the eyelet. She was now free
but she could not go anywhere because she was attached to me by
the broomstick and I was still attached to the ceiling by my
nipples. Jennifer would just have to wait until I was free.
Jennifer teased me by moving me around slightly with the
broomstick, causing the pulling on my nipples to increase. I
couldn't wait to get free from this clamps and pay Jennifer back!
My ice cube melted about 15 minutes later and at this point
we were both free to move out to the garage and start the second
phase of our self-bondage adventure.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
THE JOURNEY
The trip out to the garage was very slow. We had first
checked the backyard to make sure it was clear and then we headed
out. I had to walk backwards because the waist belt would not
allow me or Jennifer to turn around.
It took about 85 steps to reach the garage door. The trip
was fairly uneventful (too bad). We only had one problem along
the way. The string that was attached to Jennifer's nipple
clamps was dragging along the ground and it got caught on a crack
in the sidewalk. This stopped Jennifer in her tracks. We both
knew that if we fell, there would be no way to stand back up. We
would have to crawl as best as we could to get to the garage. We
would then have to figure out how to open the door once we got
there.
Crawling is hard too do when you are tied together and
gagged and forced to coordinate our movements without talking.
It is also hard to crawl when you have nipple clamps attached to
your tits and these clamps have a six foot strings attached to
them. Luckily, Jennifer's string came free when we backed up in
the other direction.
Once we were in the garage, we both realized that it was
going to a problem to reach down and retrieve the key off the
floor. We did not want to just fall from the standing position
because with our hands locked behind us, we would probably get
hurt. So we had to very slowly bend our knees until we were both
squatting and then carefully lean over until we fell to the
ground. (Next time we will put the key on a shelf that is waist
high). Next time!
Luckily, Jennifer fell near the key and it was only a matter
of shifting our bound bodies a couple of feet in order for her to
get at it. Unfortunately the one thing that we did not practice
was for Jennifer to try and unlock the wrist cuffs with leather
gloves on. I could see that she was having a problem finding the
key hole. It takes a lot of practice. However, after about five
minutes, she shook her head in the yes direction trying to tell
me that she had the key in the hole, however, as luck would have
it, it was the wrong key. It did not fit Jennifer's cuffs.
We would now have to reposition ourselves in such a way that
I could use the key. This took a few minutes and it was
complicated by the fact that Jennifer was lying on my nipple
clamp string and I could not move until she got off it. She did
and we got turned around and I got the key to my wrist cuffs and
unlocked them. My hands were now free.
The first thing I did was to very carefully remove the
nipple clamps from my tits. This turned out to cause more
discomfort then leaving them on. They started to sting as the
blood rushed back into the nipples. I slowly sat there as
caressed them with my gloved hands until the pain subsided.
Jennifer was getting impatience so I next reached over and very
slowly pulled on Jennifer's clamps. Jennifer just closed her
eyes and bit down on the ball gag. This was here payback for
moving me around back in the guest room. The tough part was
over.
Once my nipple clamps were off, we just
laid on the floor for a few minutes catching our breath. When
Jennifer was ready, I very carefully picked myself up off the
floor, then I helped Jennifer up. Remember, we were still kept
separated by the four foot broomstick and Jennifer's hands were
still locked behind her. After a little struggling, we were
finally on our feet and ready to head back to the guest room.
Before we left the garage, I decided that Jennifer needed some
more pay back. As Jennifer eyes widen with shock, I carefully
tied her nipple clamp string to the broomstick between us,
causing her to stoop over. She would stay that way until we got
back into the guest room. I'm sure that my turn for punishment
was coming!
We first checked the backyard for any signs of intruders,
there were none, and we started on that long walk back to the
room. Again, I walked backwards mainly because my hands were
free and I could better balance myself. The trip was made
without any hitches. The trip was a little slower due to the
fact that Jennifer had to stoop over.
Once we got inside, I locked the door and we made our way
over to the bed where I then reached up and retrieved the keys to
our waist belts and Jennifer's wrist cuffs. In a few seconds, I
was free from the broomstick and removed my chastity belt. I
then proceeded to unlock Jennifer's wrists and removed her waist
belt. Jennifer reached up and slowly removed her nipple clamps.
What a relief. I could see it in her eyes. We both then removed
our leather gloves, they had again served their purpose of
prolonging the bondage.
We were now free except for our ball gags, ankle cuffs, and
the four foot chain that still connected our feet together. The
keys to all these locks, if you will remember, are on the bed in
the house.
All we had to do now was wait for darkness so that Jennifer
and I could make that long trip to the front yard and get the key
to the back door. It was five o'clock now, so we had about four
or five hours to kill, we only hoped that our jaws would make it
for that amount of time. Since our ankles were still locked
together, we couldn't remove the latex panties and thus the dildo
and butt plugs would remain with up the rest of the evening.
It was a long five hours to say the least. We couldn't talk
because of the ball gags, and we were always at least four feet
from each other due to the chain at our ankles. We just spent
our five hours watching the rest of my bondage videos and reading
bondage magazines hoping that the time would go quick, of course,
it didn't. We did manage to take the time for a quick lesbian
affair on the bed. It was quite a site. Two women bound and
gagged, one booted the other one in heels. Each of us spent time
caressing the other's sore nipples and pushing the dildos in and
out. Had we not been gagged the noise from the orgasms would
have surely awaken the neighbors.
CHAPTER TWENTY
THE WALK
At about nine-thirty that evening, we decided to try our
luck at the long walk to the front yard. It was a very slow
walk, especially in high heels and hobbles. We only hoped that
no one would see us. It would look kind of funny seeing two bare
breasted females that were gagged, trying to walk out to the
front yard.
The walk was long and fairly uneventful. We did have to
wait in the shadows on the house for a couple on minutes while a
car or two went past.
Eventually, we retrieved the key to the back door (even
though Jennifer had made a mistake and put the key in my
neighbors mailbox). Once we got back inside the house, we
immediately unlocked and removed our ball gags, then removed our
ankles cuffs. Jennifer then unlocked and removed her heels and I
removed my boots. My feet were really sore and so were
Jennifer's.
We got out of our bondage outfits and slowly removed the
latex panties, dildo, and butt plugs. Needless to say the dildo
was wet and slippery. We then took a nice long hot shower
together. We then settled down for a much deserved drink for the
both of us and a cigarette for Jennifer.
During our break, we discussed our self-bondage experience.
We both decided that we really enjoyed the experience very much
but we had to admit, that I liked the self-bondage better than
Jennifer. Jennifer says that she does like to be tied up tightly
by someone else who can then be in total control over her. She
also stated that she prefers to be on the giving end of bondage
more than the receiving end. That suited me just fine.
It was one of the best weekends of my life. The amount of
bondage that was discussed, practiced, read about, and watched on
video was enough to last most people a lifetime. What was best
was that now I had a beautiful bondage partner that I could live
out both of our many fantasies.
As I walk Jennifer to the door that Sunday evening, we both
looked at each and embraced in a long and wet kiss. We both know
that we would do this again real soon.
After she had left, I was so excited, that when I went to
bed, I locked my big toes together with a set of thumbcuffs,
gagged myself with a piece of grey duct tape, and then locked a
set of handcuffs on my wrist in front of me. I then turned off
the light and went fast asleep. All I could dream of was the
many different bondage games that Jennifer and I could play.
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