THE ADVENTURES OF TERRI AND JENNIFER
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Jennifer was dressed in her black thigh-high stockings, black g-string panties,
black push-up bra and topped off with a set of black five inch shiny black
patent opera pumps. She was stunning to say the least. The contrast of her white
skin, black lingerie, and her long black hair was sharp. A thin sliver ankle
chain adorned her left ankle.
Jennifer laughed again and stepped forward and unbuckled and loosened the ball
gag gently wiping away the drool. She then kissed me deeply, followed by a warm
and sensitive embrace, what a way to start the afternoon. I knew that I was
really going to miss her now. She carefully removed the nipple clamps setting
them aside for later use. I sucked in my breath as she loosen the clamp.
Jennifer gently rubbed each nipple with her long soft fingers. I stood there
with my eyes closed. They rolled in response. Nothing else was removed.
Obviously, I was to remain handcuffed and hobbled for a while longer.
We walked arm in arm slowly, due to my hobble strap, into her bedroom where
Jennifer needed to finish dressing. I sat on the wooden chair that she had
placed in the middle of the room and watched as Jennifer pulled on a sleek
below-the-knee black leather hobble skirt, very expensive no doubt. When the
skirt was on, she picked up a long piece of rope and walked behind me to begin
my bondage ordeal. I watched anxiously over my shoulder as Jennifer looped the
rope several times around my arms above my elbows, then reaching beneath my
arms, she grabbed my left arm and pulled it toward the right, tightening the
ropes as she went along. When my elbows were now touching, she then cinched the
loops several times tightening the cords with each cinch. She then wound the
last several feet back under my arms, around and up the front of my shoulders
and knotted the two ends behind my neck. The excess was then looped down to the
elbow tie thus preventing any possibility of the elbow ropes slipping down. My
wrists remained handcuffed. Being flexible was a virtue and making my elbows
touch always enhanced the feeling of helplessness. This position also had the
added effect of causing my breasts to stand out. Even with my wrists uncuffed,
with my elbows tied touching behind me, escape would have been impossible.
With the elbows done, Jennifer returned to her dressing and pulled on a
beautiful white long sleeve silk blouse. She was beautiful and the outfit went
perfectly with her long black hair. The combination of the leather skirt and
silk top was a mixture made in heaven. There was just a hint of the black bra
underneath the blouse and the material was thin enough to show the outline of
her harden nipples even through the bra. Obviously she was as excited as I was.
After the blouse was on, Jennifer took another long rope and tied my arms to my
body, criss-crossing it above and below my naked breasts several times forming a
nice tight breast bondage. The ropes made my breast stand out, as did having my
elbows tied together behind me. We chatted throughout this episode as though
what we were doing was normal. It was to us. We discussed her agenda, and what
she was hoping to accomplish on the trip. The bondage she was adding now, she
told me, was kind of a going way present from her to me, which suited me just
fine. When Jennifer cinched the last knot, she gently reached up and took both
harden nipples between each of her thumb and index fingers and gently rub my
nipples between. With the compression of the ropes, my nipples were already hard
and very sensitive and still slightly sore from the nipple clamps. I closed my
eyes, licking my lips. Jennifer stopped and smiled. Not yet she told me. What a
game!
With me arms tightly bound to my chest, Jennifer sat at her vanity and began to
apply her makeup. She lit up a long white cigarette sensually blowing a thin
stream toward the ceiling. We continued to chat about the week's work, and odds
and end always coming back to bondage is some form or anther. When her makeup
was perfect, and it always was, she put out her cigarette in the nearby ashtray
and she got up to finish her packing.
As she packed, I noticed that she had placed two sets of handcuffs and her ball
gag in one of her suitcases. I smiled. She saw the look and said that she wanted
to stay in practice while in Europe. I thought to myself that maybe she would
find a pretty french woman or two to tie up and have her way with them or better
yet, maybe she would use them on herself. Jennifer was starting to like the
self-bondage aspect of our bondage play but only for the simple restraints right
now. She seem to like the idea of doing to herself, the same as I did. I could
see Jennifer now, in her hotel room in Paris, bound and gagged on the bed, nude,
wondering where she put the key. She can be quite the scatter brain at times.
Again, I smiled and almost laughed out loud. It would not be the first time she
did something not so smart dealing with our bondage fun, especially with
self-bondage.
Once when she had me tied to a chair and ball gagged, she jokingly decided to
tie herself up with my watching. She proceeded to gag herself, add a blindfold,
then quickly handcuffed her wrists behind her. Though she did it as a joke, she
forgot to put the key in a place where she could easily get to it. It was funny
watching her walking carefully around the room trying to find her purse. I
tried, gagged as I was, to direct her toward her the dresser where her purse was
laying. After a few attempts and a bruised shin from her kicking the chair, she
finally got the keys. The problem was that now, she had applied the handcuffs in
the wrong direction and the key hole was not accessible, she was stuck and I
guess, so was I. She did manage to get over to me, with my help and kneel down
behind the chair to such a position that she could untie my wrists. It took me
awhile to get the rest of my ropes undone but finally I was free standing over
my helpless friend. I quickly strapped her ankles together, then attached a long
strap to her handcuffs and the straps wrapped around her ankles. I then pulled
them close together to form a nice hogtie. I left her in that position while I
picked up my restraints. She just lay on the floor drooling in defeat. Needless
to say, she didn't make that mistake again.
Anyway, with that last self-bondage episode in mind, I had this picture in my
mind of a frantic phone call from overseas listening to a desperate woman moan
into her gag trying to tell how she screwed up again. I was going to miss her.
