THE ADVENTURES OF TERRI AND JENNIFER
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
THE RELEASE
As the night wore on, I was beginning to wish that I had used some sort of
outside stimulus such as a vibrator or butt plug. I realized that if I had worn
such items, going to the bathroom would have been very difficult, but I needed
something to push me over the edge of orgasm. Tied the way that I was, prevented
me from touching myself in all the right places andthe sexual frustration was
building. So I laid back on the bed and waited.
While I was lying there on the bed, I rolled over on my stomach and brought my
ankles up to my wrist in the hogtie fashion (this was hard to do with the boots
on). The hogtie is my favorite bondage position. As I laid there on the bed in a
mock hogtie, my bound breasts were being crushed beneath my body. The feeling
was wonderful. The breast bondage had done it's job. The coils of rope around my
breast had made my breast very sensitive and the harder I struggled, the better
they felt. I could feel my sexual release building. I yelled into my gag, but no
one heard me. It did not matter. The first wave of orgasm hit. It took my breath
away. Then the second wave hit me, I was in heaven.
Somewhere during the second orgasm, I must have fell asleep because I awoke to
the sound of my alarm clock going off. It was the alarm that I had set to go off
at midnight. I must have slept through my other small alarm that I had set to go
off at 10:00 p. m. This meant that I had only thirty minutes to wait before I
would be able to get free (assuming that the other two alarm clocks worked). I
woke up very stiff and sore. My jaw hurt from the ball-gag and my shoulders
ached from the bondage. I would say that I have learned a greater appreciation
for bondage and restraints. My body was going to need a long rest before I try
this again.
I now had to make my way back into the living room. I wanted to be there when
the alarms went off so that I knew the keys had fallen to the floor. If I was
not there, I would never know if they fell and I would have to try and find the
keys. It's easier to find something when you know its there, than if you are not
sure. For all I knew, I would be looking for nothing. That would mean a long
trip out to the garage and I do not think that my poor feet would stand the
trip. I would be glad to get out of these high-heeled boots.
The walk back to the living room was again slow but was made without incident. I
arrived in the room just as the alarms were going off. Hopefully the timer for
my lights was working and the living room light were off. If not, I would be
quite a site in front of the window. Now I only hoped that the keys had fallen
to the floor.
I must have searched the floor for forever. It's hard to search when you can not
move your hands very far at one time and when you can not feel the floor because
of the leather gloves. I found a couple of the keys right away but, none were
the one that I needed to unlock the wrist cuffs.
Finally, I found the key to my cuffs and unlocked them. I then had to relocate
the other keys to unlock my leather hood and ankle cuffs. When these were
unlocked, I removed the hood and the ball-gag and then I removed the leather
boots. I was exhausted because I must have fallen asleep right there on the
floor. I had even forgotten to remove the rope breast bondage. After a couple of
hours of rest, I removed the breast bondage and picked up my stuff and took a
nice long bath to relax my sore muscles.
Sunday morning, the next day, I called Jennifer and told what I had done and she
said that she was impressed with my adventure. She came over later that evening
and I showed her my setup and explained all the steps that I went through. I
even tied Jennifer up the same way that I had tied myself up the night before.
She wanted to try and walk around the room all bound and gag the way that I was.
I however, added one additional piece of bondage gear to her already bound body.
In addition to the rope halter bra that she wore, I added wooden clothes pins to
her nipples. I told her that to get them off she had to travel to living room
where I would be waiting for her. Jennifer just moaned behind her hood. What
could she do!
When she got to the living room, after two wrong turns and two slaps on the ass
to get going in the right direction, Jennifer arrived at the place that I told
her be. Of course, I released her, but not before letting her wonder around the
living room for a few minutes. I didn't say anything to her; I wanted to let her
experience the isolation that the leather hood provides.
Jennifer slowly made her way around to the sofa where I was sitting. As she
approched, I reached out and grabbed the clothespins and held on. Jennifer
stopped in her tracks and only whinned. I could see that see was becoming
aroused, as the inside of her thighs were wet,but not from sweat!.
After awhile of this kind of teasing, I unloced her wrists and the hood. I let
her take the clothespins off her nipples and remove the ball gag. All she could
do was smile at mean. I knew that look. I was going to pay for my teasing. but
when who knows. Jennifer's mind works in strange ways.
When she had rested, Jennifer lit up a cigarette and we bothhad a glass of wine
and we began to make plans for our next bondage adventure and think up new games
that would take us to new heights of bondage fun. Games I'm sure that will
greatly bring out the submissiveness in me!
