THE ADVENTURES OF TERRI AND JENNIFER
CHAPTER EIGHTY
When Jennifer and I play with the silk scarves, we treat them just like rope or
leather restraints. We use lots of them, including many layers and cinches, and
when tied correctly, escape was all but impossible. Many times we combined
scarves, rope and leather into many of our games, but tonight it was just the
silk to be used.
It really didn’t matter to us the make, or style of the scarf, that was not as
important as how tight they are tied or how they are used. What was also
important was that they were made of silk, multi-colored or brightly colored,
and large! Of course we did have our collections of Hermes, Gucci, Versace and a
few of the new Ostinelli’s, but the names were almost meaningless once they were
tied as a gag, crotchrope or encased the head or fingers. The fact that they
made excellent binding material and felt sensuous when tied tightly, were the
parts we both enjoyed the most.
Jennifer and I would often wear a scarf as a knotted crotch rope or crotch scarf
for that matter, to work or out on the town for several days at a time. It was
always tied tightly under the panties next to the pussy. The thin knotted silk
was always pulled deep between the pussy lips. Many times we placed an
additional wadded scarf between the crotch scarf and the skin. This always
ensured that the scarfs got nicely soiled and wet. The soiled scarves made for
great tasting gags in our bondage play not to mention the erotic simulation that
they gave us during the week.
The scarves also broke up the variety of crotch ropes we used during our bondage
play. Silk scarves, rope, leather, and steel chastity belts were among the
choices. All were fun and each had their own unique form of stimulation and
control, or loss of control depending on the point of view of the wearer and the
chosen item. However, the slickness of the silk scarves always provided a nice
distraction from the daily work routine.
On Sunday evenings, when we were in the bondage mood (which was most Sundays),
we would take turns picking out each outer scarves, (if that was our choice or
material that week) to be used during the upcoming week. Sometimes it would be
only one scarf for the whole week or maybe several depending on what we had
planned for the following weekend. The real game came at weeks end trying to
choose which scarf was to be used as the gag or gag filler and which ones left
over were to be used in other forms of bondage like tying the folded up soiled
scarfs over the bound subject’s nose so that she could get both the taste and
aroma of the soiled silk.
Once we decided on the different scarves, we took turns knotting each others
scarf and having the pleasure to tying the other’s scarf about their waist. It
was very erotic to slowly pull the lips apart, and position the silk in just the
right place, pulling it deep into the darkness, positioning the knots in just
the right place to ensure the simulation needed to get the nice and wet.
Jennifer had a habit of tying two small knots close together (with a little
space in between)and then carefully positioning the knots on either side of my
clit. As long as the silk didn’t move or I was sitting still, very little
simulation was gained. As I moved, or tugged on the scarf the little knots on
either side did their job and provided me the stimulation desired.
Once it was tied and knotted in place, it was not to come off until the
following weekend or whenever our next bondage adventure was planned. We did
remove them during our showers or baths so not to wash out any of the
"soilness".
Wearing a silk scarf between your pussy lips all week does ensure a nicely
soiled play thing. If we happened to get together during the week and bondage
was done, we often left the scarves in place. During the bondage, the excitation
levels were always very high and this only added to the soiling that the silk
obtained during the rest of the week.
Additionally, not only was the scarf wet from sexual excitation during the week,
but it was also soiled from the day to day bodily functions that happen each day
like peeing, sweating, and other required womanly actions! This only served to
enhance the flavor and fun.
Jennifer walked around in front of me and stood close. My chin rested in her
belly button and I could feel the softness of her skin. I could also smell the
aroma of her sex coming through her riding breeches. I was sure those panties
she was wearing were as wet as I was becoming and I couldn’t wait to taste the
scarf that was currently tied between her pussy lips. It was a red flowered one
that was tied on a week ago. I had tied three small knots in the silk material
and positioned then to stimulate all the right places, two for his clit and a
double one that press against her anus! The scarf I wore all week was draped
over the arm of Jennifer’s easy chair, and I am sure that it would be used on
Jennifer later tonight.
With my head held back because of the locking ball gag, I was looking up into
her eyes over the tops of her naked breasts. She was smiling, looking down at me
exhaling a slow steady stream of rich smoke. It contrasted nicely with her
beautiful long black hair and blue eyes. I could tell that she was also excited,
her nipples were hard as rocks and stood straight out. I longed to kiss and suck
them but the bondage prevented that, for now. I was sure later tonight that I
would be getting my wish.. or was it hers.. I lose track at times who was
suppose to be in control and who was suppose to be the submissive. It most cases
it went back and forth throughout our play! Jennifer just happened to have the
upper hand for the moment.
She reached down and slowly caressed my face with her gloved fingers. She was
taking her time building the passion which made the evening that much more
special. Erotic denial was sweet "torture" that I loved dearly and Mistress
Jennifer was a great teacher and practitioner of the game. She reached down with
both of her gloved hands and gently rolled each of my nipples between her
leather-covered fingers, bringing them to full attention, not that they weren’t
there already. The little playing I did to myself before locking the cuffs on
was enough to get me going, but Jennifer knew how to make the excitement both
mount and last for a long time. The longer the better, a thought to which I just
smiled behind the locked ball gag as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the
stimulation.
The leather was cool to the touch, and the fingers of the gloves were slightly
roughened from use. The leather felt wonderful. As she did this, she bent down
and kissed me softly, first on the forehead, then on the side of my gagged lips.
She used her warm tongue to lightly outline the ball. I wished that I could have
responded with my tongue but that was what a gag was for, denying the use of
one’s mouth. In our next bondage adventure, I would have to remember to use the
double ball gag on both of us. That in itself was highly erotic. Gagged together
around the same ball, lips just barely touching, with our tongues denied the
pleasure of each others touch.
I drank in her beauty and her caress of my nipples. My inner thighs were getting
wet with anticipation and I could feel my wetness slowly running down the inside
of my thighs. A slightly tickling sensation was felt but nothing for now could
be done about it. The feeling would continue until Jennifer decided to change my
bondage or use her fingers between my legs.
