A Tale of Two Women

Joanna closed the flat door behind her as quietly as she could. The evening had been a wash-out; one of her friends had fallen over and had to go to casualty, so after the pub they had all decided to head home. Joanna decided to see if Amanda was awake. She called her flat-mate's name softly outside her door, but heard nothing. A little intoxicated, Joanna did not politely retreat but instead pushed the door slightly open. The room was dark, but she could hear Amanda murmuring something in her sleep, and another strange noise. Joanna walked into the room, swaying slightly in the dark, and turned on the weak light that she knew was on the table beside Amanda's bed.

Joanna gasped as she surveyed the scene. Amanda's face was obscured by the sleeping mask that she wore, and her mouth deformed by the rubber ball wedged inside it, which attached to protruding leather straps that encircled her head. Her breasts, even when she lay on her back, were like rolling hills, huge mounds that were topped by small metal clips on the nipples. They were not as large as her voluminous stomach that dominated her body. Her pubic mound was almost entirely obscured by the wealth of hair that covered it, but ploughing a furrow through the brown field was a red vibrator, that was being held in place by a mess of tape that criss-crossed between her huge thighs. On her ankles and wrists were leather cuffs that were tied to the bedposts.

Joanna stood in shock. Dimly she realised that Amanda's murmurings were not a product of sleep, but of the pleasure caused by the device between her thighs. She slowly, sensually squirmed under its influence, her curvaceous body rolling slightly as she groaned beneath her gag. It began to dawn on Joanna that, for reasons she could not begin to explain, this was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. The girl, with a large, very womanly, curvaceous voluptuous body slowly being pleasured as she strained at her restraints.

Joanna knew instinctively that there was no man who had been in the flat and done this - this was clearly of Amanda's own doing, for her own ends; self-imposed bondage. Hurriedly, the short blonde switched off the light and silently retreated from the room, hoping that Amanda had not seen the light through her blindfold. Joanna tiptoed to her room, afraid to leave it again in case Amanda would realise that she was home; clearly the tied-up girl had not expected Joanna home so soon, and Joanna did not want to have to face the embarrassment of admitting that she had seen Amanda, especially when she should not even have entered the room. Instead, Joanna stripped off and went to bed.

As Joanna lay in the darkness, she slipped her hand down to her pussy, and found that it was already wet. She masturbated, thinking of her usually dowdy, maternal flat-mate and her secret sexual exploits.

For the next week, Joanna found that her thoughts were occupied by the image of Amanda, tied up in her bed, abasing herself. Joanna wondered what it must feel like, how much more enjoyable it was than 'normal' masturbation that Joanna had always engaged in. Joanna spotted her opportunity to find out when Amanda announced that she would be attending a work party for the evening.

Joanna waited half an hour after Amanda left the house, in eager anticipation, to be sure that she would not return. Then Joanna went into Amanda's room and began hunting for Amanda's toys, not wanting to commit Amanda's mistake of waiting too long and allowing someone to find her. Joanna quickly found the wooden box of toys under Amanda's bed, and she dragged it down the hall to her own room. She eagerly opened the lid and began rifling through to find suitable items.

She tested the nipple clamps on her fingers and decided they were too painful. She found some toys that she realised, after a while of staring at them, were anal toys. She hurriedly dropped them in disgust, wondering if Amanda had been using one of those the previous week as well as the toys that Joanna did see. She decided against the ear-plugs - not wanting to taken by surprise if Amanda did return home - and the vibrators, for she had her own collection of those. In the end, Joanna only took out the ankle and wrist cuffs, the blindfold, the ball-gag and the tape.

Joanna stripped off. She was short - at five feet, she was almost a foot shorter than Amanda. Her body was almost perfectly proportioned; her breasts were full but not too large, with perky nipples on the end that were closer in tone to light brown than pink. Her stomach was almost flat, but with curves in the right places that stopped it being shapeless. Her legs were round and her thighs were not too thin, but they did not look large. She did not like body hair on women or on men, and accordingly her legs, armpits and even her groin were always carefully maintained with no hint of hair. Despite being closer to thirty than twenty, Joanna considered her body to look like that of an eighteen year-old. Her slightly dark blonde hair was shoulder-length and completely straight. Her face was slightly angular, more featured than some women's soft round faces, but it was in a strikingly attractive fashion.

Once she was naked, Joanna put on her only garments needed for her plan - the wrist and ankle cuffs. It was then that Joanna realised that she could not clip the cuffs onto her own bed, as she lacked anything thin enough like Amanda's rings. Not wanting to be deterred, she decided to take everything she needed down to Amanda's room. Feeling very stupid, she almost ran down the hallway, wearing only the leather circlets above her hands and feet. Amanda's bed was neatly made, and Joanna felt a pang of guilt as she cast aside the quilt. She eagerly clipped her legs to the bottom corner of the beds. Due to her legs being shorter than Amanda's, it was actually slightly uncomfortable to spread her legs so wide but Joanna saw no way around that; she would not be here for too long anyway, only long enough to come.

Sitting up, Joanna laid the simple 'stick' vibrator down the length of her slit, and used horizontal strips of tape across her labia to seal the vibrator in place. She opened her mouth and inserted the rubber-ball that formed part of the gag, so that it sat between her teeth. She hastily fastened the straps behind her head, almost a blur of motion now. She pulled the quilt over herself and pulled the blindfold down over her eyes, blocking out the harsh overhead light. She reached her arms out to the corners of the bed simultaneously, and struggled for a while to clip each hand in on its own. How had Amanda managed it, she wondered to herself.

That was no concern now; she was tied up, snug in someone else's bed, a vibrator buzzing away merrily on her sex organs. She tried to let her mind drift, to find an appropriate fantasy that would complement her endeavours. She wondered what the men she picked up from nightclubs would think of her if they saw her now, helpless. No, not helpless, Joanna had done this herself. Maybe empowered in her experimentation. No - stupid, more likely. This wasn't helping - Joanna tried to shift her thoughts elsewhere, but found it hard. She began to wonder why Amanda, who she knew had much less experience than herself, would dare to do something so exotic as this, and yet Joanna, who had bedded more men that she cared to count, would only do it to imitate her friend. Surely it should be the other way round - Amanda should be trying to follow in Joanna's footsteps, trying to sleep with all those men.

All those men, and their muscled bare chests, their eager hard pricks, their athletic bodies ready to fuck as long as Joanna needed. That was where the true pleasure lay. She imagined them lining up to fuck her as she lay tied to the bed, unable to do anything but receive man after man. Amanda standing by the bed, charging admission and weeding out the unsuitable ones, Amanda who was so beautiful without her clothes, silently masturbating in her own bonds.

Orgasm hit Joanna like a bolt of lightning, sudden and unexpected, the mighty thunderous sensations only following afterwards, not before. That was amazing, but now becoming not so good, slightly painful. Need to turn off the vibrator, Joanna thought. Quickly. She began trying to unclip herself from the bed, but discovered that she could not manoeuvre her hands within the cuffs enough to do so. Urgency started to become panic as she realised that she was trapped, and the panic was heightened by the painful sensations between her legs as the vibrator continued to shake against her sensitive clitoris.

Joanna began tossing and turning, thrashing her body from side to side. She felt the quilt being hurled from the bed, and then luckily, somehow, she managed to dislodge the tape on one side of her labia. The vibrator was thrown free, and it banged harmlessly against her other thigh, hanging on by the tape on that side.

Calmer now, she returned to trying to free her hands. Time and time again she felt that was she near to success, only to fail frustratedly. She tried pulling at her restraints but brute force did not seem to achieve anything. Exhausted, Joanna was forced to merely lie in the dark, wondering how long it would be before Amanda might return home, and effect Joanna's rescue. Her jaw was tiring from the ball-gag, but fortunately she had tied the straps loose enough that she could eject the ball, and it fell to lie around her neck, like an obscenely large necklace.

She waited.