THE ADVENTURES OF TERRI AND JENNIFER
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
I had volunteered to drive Jennifer to the airport for her flight to Europe.
Being a fashion consultant and photographer for a very large firm afforded
Jennifer the opportunity to travel all over the world. This was the firm's
biggest project to date and they wanted Jennifer to personally head the team
overseas. Unfortunately for me, she'd have to be gone for quite awhile to
complete the job.
The drive to Jennifer's was uneventful, yet full of both anticipation and
sadness. Jennifer and I had been friends for several years now and we continued
to share with each other, our deep love of bondage. This was going to be first
time that we would not be together for such a long duration. Most of our
weekends together were spent playing a variety of bondage games, with me being
on the receiving end most of the time. At times though, Jennifer would get her
turn in the ropes and gags. I would always take full advantage of the situation
to totally tease and dominate my bound and helpless friend. Though I thoroughly
enjoy being on the receiving end, especially with Jennifer as the giver, it's
always good to watch another person drool behind a big red ball gag and Jennifer
could sure drool. I guess it was those slight domination tendencies I get once
in awhile.
Our games varied but always centered on that feeling of tight restraint and
sheer helplessness. Erotic sexual denial was at the top of the list of things to
do to each other while bound and gagged. Jennifer took great pride in her
ability to tease me for hours without relief. Her best effort to date was 24
hours of bondage and teasing of my bound naked body without any sexual relief.
It left me dripping wet, short of breath many times, and my thighs very
slippery. Jennifer just smiled at me over breakfast the next morning as I sat
there bound to our favorite wooden chair being fed by my beautifully nude
mistress. When breakfast was done, she untied me, kissed me goodbye, handed me
my panties, a sweater and my high heels and kicked me out of the house. She was
sending me home without allowing me any sexual relief. I had to call her when I
arrived and let her listen to me as I played with myself to an earth shattering
orgasm. Jennifer just blew a kiss into the phone and hung up, what a day that
was.
Naturally I got my revenge in the coming weeks. Ask Jennifer sometime what is it
like to be hung upside down, spread wide open, and licked from end to end.
Jennifer really likes her toes licked and sucked and I naturally concentrated on
the areas that drove Jennifer wild. Many times in the past while I was bound but
not gagged, Jennifer would sit back in her easy chair with her feet up on the
ottoman and I would have to lick and suck all of her toes. It usually started
with me licking and kissing her high heels or boots but eventually those would
come off and it would be flesh on stockings, followed shortly by flesh on lips
so to speak. Jennifer would just sit back, enjoy a nice long cigarette or two
while I took care of her feet. Now with Jennifer the victim, I would use her
love of foot worshiping to my advantage, to tease her to near orgasm. Adding to
the fact that Jennifer was bound upside down, and especially with a blindfold
and tape gag (with my wet panties as a gag filler of course), the restraints
just added to the feeling of helplessness and of course, the pleasure.
Naturally, Jennifer's pay backs were hell or heaven depending on how you looked
at them, but I loved them.
For the drive, I had worn a long black wrap skirt, a white knit button down,
long sleeve top, thigh-high black stockings and black knee high shiny boots with
two inch heels. Short thin black leather dress gloves topped off the outfit. Of
course, no bra or panties were worn. Jennifer had taught me the feeling of being
free and suggested I not wear them once in awhile to enhance that feeling. Since
I was feeling very sexy today, just thinking about the up coming game, I decided
again to indulge myself. I'm sure Jennifer would notice right away.
My nipples were punching holes in the blouse as the cool air rushed past them,
not to mention the fact I kept inserting my gloved fingers into my blouse and
slowly caressing and pinching them. Now I usually don't drive down the road
playing with myself but sitting next to me on the seat was a small bag of
restraints; a ball gag, handcuffs and a set of butterfly style nipple clamps
connected by a small metal chain. Jennifer's instructions were clear about what
I was to do with them when I arrived at the ranch. Just the thought of one last
game before her departure was enough to cause me to slip my hand under my skirt
and play with my already wet and naked pussy. The mixture of odors, my wet sex
combined with the smell of wet leather from my gloves, was overpowering. It was
hard to concentrate on the road. I knew that I had to stop though as I didn't
want to have a crash or destroy all the sexual anticipation that was building up
inside me.
