THE ADVENTURES OF TERRI AND JENNIFER
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
With the last of her four suit cases packed, Jennifer approached me and said it
was my turn to "get packed. "She held up my black leather chastity belt with the
two of my favorite plugs attached. She had borrowed the belt last week. I
thought she was going to use it for herself, and apparently she did. She joked
that the belt made for some interesting times last week at work. She was now
returning it because she thought I might need it while she was gone. She was
right of course as I use it all the time for my self-bondage fun.
She unbuckled the waist strap holding it open for me. I protested meekly, but
Jennifer just smiled knowing me too well. I carefully stood up and she slowly
raised my skirt. Jennifer did the honors and tightly buckled the waist strap
snugly around my waist then carefully lubricated the two plugs. She had me bend
over as she slowly caressed my butt with her long fingernails and lightly
fingered my pussy. She was such a tease. This caressing combined with the tight
bondage was starting to drive me wild. I didn't need an lubricate because I was
already wet. Jennifer sensed this and quickly inserted the two plugs, drawing
the crotch strap tightly through my legs and locking it to the waist belt in
front. The lock Jennifer used had that special blue dot on it. As part of our
games, Jennifer maintains the keys to these specially coded locks. I also had a
key but it was currently at work in my desk drawer. This one key was my safety
in case Jennifer couldn't get to me. As she locked the belt on, she pulled it
extra tight and my face blushed with both excitement and humiliation. Jennifer
just smiled and leaned down to kiss me as she snapped the lock shut. I really
loved these moments together.
With my "packing" done, we sat and chatted for several minutes until it was time
to leave for the airport. Jennifer sat back in her chair, crossed her long
silken legs, and lit up another long white cigarette. She drew deeply, blowing
the smoke toward the ceiling. The cigarette was in sharp contrast to the red
nail polish. She looked sexy as hell and even more dominate while smoking. I
could tell that she enjoyed just sitting there quietly watching me stew in my
bondage. She quietly sipped another glass of wine.
Sitting for me was not easy with a rear end full of soft rubber. I was
constantly shifting my butt around trying to find that more comfortable spot,
there was none. Jennifer just sat and smiled at me though a smoky haze. She got
up and retrieved two additional pieces of rope and went about tying my booted
ankles tightly together followed shortly by my knees. Jennifer carefully cinched
each rope tightly. She then finally removed the leather strap that I still wore
from when she first strapped my knees together on the porch. She then slowly
walked around me eyeing her handy work and lightly caressing my bare shoulders.
When she was behind me, she reached around with her hands and gently cupped both
bound breasts, pinching my aching nipples. I moaned and leaned my head next to
hers.
She continued to roll each nipple between her fingers, gradually increasing the
pressure. My excitement was building. Jennifer suddenly stopped and stood up.
She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I stared up into those wonderfully
blue eyes. She quickly kissed me driving her warm wet tongue deep into my hungry
mouth. Then she pulled back and replaced her tongue with the red ball gag,
buckling it tightly behind my neck. She walked around in front of me and kneeled
at my bound knees. She reached up and quickly kissed me on the gag, then slipped
her wet lips down to lightly kiss each nipple. I closed my eyes in excitement.
The squeezing and kissing of the nipples were only a warmup to the nipple clamps
that Jennifer quickly applied. So much for the soft caressing. She gently pulled
on the chain attached to the nipple clamps forcing me to follow her every move.
Jennifer let go of the chain and stood up. She told me to stay put and that she
would put the suitcase in the car. I had no choice. As she started to walk out
of the room, she stopped, return to me and quickly hooked the nipple chain to my
bound knees, thus preventing me from standing. Having to keep my body bent
forward to prevent pulling on my clamped nipples, caused me to put more weight
on the butt plug that Jennifer had so carefully and teasingly inserted. I
lowered my head in defeat. I watched as I started to drool on my knees.
I watched as Jennifer made two more trips back into the bedroom to retrieve her
bags. Each time she walked in, she stopped to pat me in the head, tickle my
nose, or tweak on the nipple chain. When she returned the third time, she was
carrying the red bandanna that I had blindfolded myself with earlier on the
porch. She quickly blindfolded me, tying the bandanna tightly over my eyes. She
carefully checked for any sign of light leaking in, of course there was none. I
continued to sit there and drool and stew in my much excited state.
I once again, was alone with my bondage. I listened carefully as Jennifer walked
around the room ensuring that all items for her trip were in the car, my car to
be exact.
I next heard Jennifer moving another chair over to where I was sitting. I heard
her step up on the chair and heard what sounded like rope being pulled through a
hook. It wasn't long until I found out the purpose of this additional rope.
Jennifer knelt at my booted and bound feet and quickly tied another rope around
my ankles and under the heels. I then felt her wrap a long leather strap under
my bound knees and around and behind my upper torso. She pulled this strap tight
forcing my breasts close to my knees. Jennifer then carefully untied the nipple
chain from my knee ropes thus releasing the tension on my nipples. Now what?
I felt my feet being pulled out from under me and gently pulled toward to the
ceiling. This action put all my weight on the butt plug and forced the plug
deeper into its warm hiding place, I moaned. Jennifer then tied the end of the
rope off leaving me sitting on the chair with my legs over my head and my upper
body connected to my knees. Needless to say, I wasn't going anywhere.
Jennifer slowly caressed the back of my thighs that were now fully exposed and
gently pushed on the two plug inserted in my pussy and butt. I bit hard on my
ball gag as the excitement started to build. Suddenly she stopped again leaving
me sexually frustrated.
I heard her walk over and pick up my keys and then walk back to me. She
whispered in my ear that she was leaving now to head to the airport. I was
confused. I thought I was taking her. I struggled but that only served to move
me closer to the edge of the chair and I realized that ending up in a suspension
would greatly make things worse. Jennifer also whispered that she had called one
of her male workers to check on the house after she had left to ensure the
security alarm was set up correctly. They were to check the house carefully,
including the inside, before setting the alarm. Of course, they would have to
check the bedroom and who would they find but little old me all nicely bound and
gag with my rear in showing. The only good thing was that the chastity belt was
locked on and without the key, it wasn't coming off. WOW!Some game.
