A lesson well taught 5 | bondage story | tied, ball gagged, crotchrope

Joanne stood up before picking out one piece carelessly tossed aside. Not too long, not too short. Just right. Traci's face was a picture while she tied the cords around her slim waist before passing everything between her thighs. Joanne was acutely aware of Traci's wide eyes following every movement and she bit her lips. Should she? She wanted this so much. Screw it. They'd already been through so much together and it wasn't as though she had anything to hide did she? Even so. She couldn't face Traci while she hooked her panties downwards before allowing them to drop in a crumpled aromatic heat around her ankles and stepping out of everything.

Traci was so surprised she almost choked on the ball strapped in her mouth while Joanne carefully parted her flaring, excited labia with one hand before guiding the cords between her soaking slit. Joanne was standing only a couple of feet away from where she was lying and she should see the slick residue of her vaginal juices oozing down the inside of her thighs. Although she'd seen the longing in Joanne's eyes after being tied up, she'd never expected Jo to enter her world anywhere near as enthusiastically as this.

Joanne was tightening her crotchrope and she watched with increasing amazement and delight while the cords disappeared between her snatch. Jo was really, really getting into this now. A tight knot completed her crotchrope and an embarrassed, crooked little grin appeared across her face as their eyes met again.

Oh my God… Joanne could hardly stand the almost unbearable sweet stimulation of each silky devil caressing her aching, tingling privates. Somehow she'd managed to position everything in such a way the cords were already rubbing her exposed clitoris and she couldn't help moaning aloud before blushing again. What would her dear old mum say if only she could see this performance? Traci's eyes were bugging out of their sockets and she hesitantly smiled again before turning away so she couldn't see her reaction. It was like walking on eggshells and she momentarily considered untying everything before discarding the idea. If Traci could stand it, so could she.

Traci forgot all about the tightness of her bonds while she squirmed with excitement. Joanne's crotchrope was an impossibly sexy sight and she stared with utter fascination while Joanne briefly glanced around before trotting off in the direction of her… bedroom? There was just something about the way it'd been tied around her waist before vanishing between the deep valley separating the perfect, round globes of her beautiful buttocks which drove her crazy. That Joanne now loved bondage, she was no longer in any doubt. Perhaps she couldn't articulate her feelings in so many words but she hadn't had much trouble understanding how bondage could be as visual as it was tactile. Traci was now quite certain that this show was as much for her benefit as Joanne's while she insouciantly swung her hips with a boldness she'd rarely seen before vanishing between the French doors separating the living room from the hallway. Her bra had gone now and those cheeky cords were the only item of… clothing (if one could call it that) adorning her luscious body.

Joanne could feel Traci's eyes boring into her back while she strolled in the direction of her bedroom and she softly exhaled. Tying up Traci had affected her more than she dared to admit. Seeing Traci with that gag strapped in her mouth had been the straw which broke the camel's back. She wanted to be bound and gagged so badly it hurt. Her earlier gag had imparted a special helplessness she couldn't get out of her system. If Joanne had one fault, it was her occasionally one-track mind. If she wanted something, she never deviated from her course until obtaining the object of her desire – in this case, Traci's ballgag. All she could think about was strapping that ball in her mouth and being tied up. It was an obsessive element of her personality which had landed her in hot water more than once and would do so again.

Traci's ballgag was lying on the bed amidst all the other specialist bondage toys and she scooped up the shiny red ball before breathlessly studying it. It was hypnotic, compelling. She couldn't breathe while she slowly turned the ball over. It was so big. How was she ever going to fit that in her mouth? She closed her eyes before shivering with excitement and anticipation. She was going to do it. Had to do it. She was going to put it in her mouth – and do up everything as tightly as possible. The ball was vibrating in her hands, daring her, challenging her to put it her mouth.

Suddenly remembering Traci helplessly waiting for her return, she hurriedly spun around before leaving her bedroom. The glowing orb was quiescent in her hand now as if understanding she'd accepted its unspoken challenge.

Relief radiated outwards from Traci's face when she saw her return. Suddenly Traci noticed the ball dangling from her hand and her eyes widened an instant before a grin magically split her gagged lips. Pleased with Traci's reaction, Joanne proudly held the ball aloft. "No reason why you should have all the fun huh?"

Traci couldn't believe that Jo had actually picked this one out of her collection. It was her old punishment gag; the one with the 2?-inch diameter ball she wore if she'd somehow displeased Mickey. The two-inch number strapped between her already aching jaws was bad enough never mind the one Jo was holding. The big one made her jaws ache like billy-oh after any length of time and she disbelievingly shook her head. She had no way of warning Joanne. Oh well. Jo wouldn't last long with that thing strapped in her mouth. Fifteen minutes tops. Maybe not even that long.

Joanne's stomach was turning over on itself while she nervously studied the ballgag. She couldn't just put it in then back out. If she was going to wear it then she had to leave it in until… well, at least as long as Traci anyway. Otherwise what was the point? The whole point of being bound and gagged was just that… restraint. It was precisely just that which Traci got off on and now she'd contracted the disease too.

Besides… what if she gagged herself before removing everything five minutes later because she couldn't take it? Traci would laugh – and her derision was something she definitely couldn't handle. Traci knew that she not only had to go ahead with this but do it properly. Gag herself then tie herself up in such a manner escape would be out of the question. Bound bliss together. It never occurred to her what would happen should she fail to escape.

Besides, ever competitive, Joanne was determined to prove that she had what it took, show Traci that she was no bondage… bunny. Oh funny. She grinned again before staring into Traci's eyes. They said, 'Go for it', as clearly as if she had the use of her mouth. Was that an unspoken challenge she also saw in her eyes as well?

Joanne glanced downwards again. The shiny, gleaming ball was alive and she gustily exhaled again before nervously studying the straps and buckles which would trap everything in her mouth for all time. Nevertheless the challenge was one she couldn't ignore. She couldn't ignore the liquid heat between her legs either.

Slowly, as if she was trapped within some otherworldly dreamland while she slept, Joanne raised the giant ball to her lips. Just like the land of the dreams she often inhabited during night, Joanne felt as if she was spiralling out of control as she unhesitatingly opened her mouth. Even Traci was suddenly very far away while pushed the ball in.

It wouldn't fit. Too big. It was too big. Dammit! A muffled gurgle suddenly escaped Traci's lips and she coloured. She inhaled before softly exhaling. Traci's amusement only made her all the more determined to see this through.

Her fear forgotten in her determination to see this out and show up Traci spurred her on. Before she had time to back out, she opened her mouth as wide as she could before carefully inserting the massive ball. The sudden stunning strain was so immense Joanne thought her protesting jaws would snap in half while she tried to push it between her teeth. Almost instinctively, she twisted the ball around and it suddenly popped home just behind her teeth.

Oh my God… Joanne disbelievingly shook her head after automatically adjusting everything. Her mouth had never felt as full before or since. Her gag was a pacifier like nothing else she'd ever inserted inside her mouth. Her tongue had been trapped against the back of her mouth but she hardly noticed the somewhat unpleasant rubbery taste of the ball while she vainly tried to assimilate the new sensations and feelings flooding her overloaded brain. The strain on her jaws was scarcely any less now she'd successfully pushed it all the way inside and she briefly considered removing everything before it was… too late. The sudden ache wasn't very nice and she didn't even want to think about they would feel after being gagged any length of time. Even the wicked caress of her crotchrope went unheeded while she wonderingly rubbed the smooth surface of the ball sticking out of her mouth for all the world like an oversized apple.

Her fingers bumped against one of the dangling straps and she almost gasped before realising that she was still far from done. She had to see this out. Finish off the job. Then tie herself up so she couldn't back out. She was being forced to tie and gag herself at gunpoint. She had no choice. She had to be silenced at all costs. It was all or nothing now. Everything was occurring in slow motion as her hands rose as one before tackling the first strap. The smooth, polished leather straps were surprisingly pliable although no less strong for all that and she had no trouble pulling it through the buckle before yanking as hard as possible on everything. If she was going to be gagged, it had to be tight. They said so. She delicately poised the silver prong of the buckle against the hole before realising that it was a cop out. There was still room to tighten everything and she pulled harder. Joanne was almost instantly rewarded for her effort. Another hole appeared. Everything also felt much tighter as well. Joanne hesitated before resolutely sliding it home and pushing the last remaining inches of the strap through the buckle so it wouldn't slip. In for a penny, out for a pound as the saying went.

Joanne couldn't believe how huge, how searingly tight her gag was and she almost considered taking it out before noticing Traci's admiring gaze. Pleased with the reaction she was creating, she happily pulled the second strap over her head before buckling this as tightly as it would go, pushing the ball that much deeper in her mouth along the way. There was definitely no way her gag was coming out now and she shivered with delicious libidinous arousal. This was real bondage of the kind she'd come to adore. Only one strap left – located beneath her chin and this she pulled brutally tight, securely forcing her already aching jaws down on the ball.

Just one last thing… Traci's latex bathing cap was lying on the coffee table and she happily pulled it over her head before adjusting everything for fit. She'd enjoyed the look and feel of the smooth latex and it would help ensure her gag wouldn't come off as well.

Oh my God… Joanne's head spun while she admired her gagged reflection on the TV. The girl's eyes were saucers while she wonderingly stared downwards. The ball shone under the light as if pleased she'd successfully accepted the challenge and Joanne glowed. She'd done it. Not only had she successfully gagged herself, her gag was bigger and tighter than Traci's.

The fire between her legs was greater than ever and it wasn't her crotchrope massaging the flowering petals of her clit. There was just something deeply… existential about being gagged like this. Despite the tightness and increasing discomfort of her gag, there was something strangely comforting about the way that ball filled her mouth as well as the straps firmly gripping her head.

Traci was enjoying herself more than any other time she'd ever spent in bondage. At long last she'd found someone with whom she could truly share her special interest without it inevitably leading to sex as so often had occurred with Mickey. Sometimes he'd occasionally had trouble understanding that sometimes all she wanted was to be tightly bound, gagged and left tied up. Bondage equated sex in his eyes, not that there was anything wrong with that but it would've been nice if it didn't always lead to intercourse especially when all she wanted to do was cuddle and relax after several hours (or much longer) in the tight bondage she loved. He'd never performed for her in the same way as Joanne's uninhibited performance and she wondered what her friend would do next. All this was such a turn on and she wondered if Joanne realised it as well. Either way, she definitely wouldn't go bored this afternoon.

Suddenly their eyes met again and she couldn't help laughing as Joanne theatrically grunted into her gag before goofily rolling her eyes. Jo was just a real laugh. Suddenly serious again, she awkwardly leant downward before selecting another, much longer piece of rope. Doubling it into two equal strands and Traci wondered what Jo had in mind. She didn't have long to wait.

Joanne began with passing the doubled loop of rope around her slim body, just below her breasts before winding and winding everything around herself. After creating several neat wraps, she carefully repeated the procedure just above the swell of her breasts and Traci disbelievingly shook her head. She could only marvel at her friend's creativity and imaginativeness. Joanne was attaching each parallel wrap to the other before looping the ropes beneath the ropes supporting her breasts and flinging the trailing ends over her shoulder.

What she did next astonished Traci. Joanne twisted one hand around behind her back before pushing then pulling everything through. After threading the trailing ends between the cords surrounding her body and the small of her back, she passed the rope over her other shoulder before carefully tightening everything. A couple of knots later, the rope harness massaging Joanne's breasts was securely tied in place but all she could do was stare. It was a stunning performance, which knew no bounds – and she was the sole audience. She badly wanted to cheer Joanne on but the gag strapped in her mouth prevented her from saying anything.

Only one, long length of cord was left and Traci wondered if Joanne would use this as well. She was. She curiously watched while Joanne split everything in two before attaching it to the inverted 'T' junction of her crotchrope, leaving two long equal lengths lying on the carpet below her bare feet. What on earth was she up to now?

Joanne was setting off now and she incredulously watched with increasing wonder while her friend wound and wound each strand in the opposite direction to the other before reaching the center of her breast harness where she tied another knot before attaching the trailing ends to her crotchrope. After checking the security of her knots, Joanne methodically repeated the procedure with one major difference; she looped the ends around the ropes connecting her harness and crotchrope. In effect, she was weaving her lithe young body into a complex web of rope Charlotte would've envied. Traci shook her head again before happily squirming against her bonds. It was so good being reunited with her lovers and she understood exactly where Jo was going. Joanne had moved downwards and she was wrapping everything around her hips and the insides of her crotch forming an inverted triangle of sorts, which of course had been split in two by her crotchrope. The ropes were startling while against Joanne's luscious brown body and she sighed into her gag. Jo was so beautiful. The bright red ball was a setting sun against her brown features and she couldn't help silently chuckling. The way Joanne's ballgag stretched her lips apart into a wide, perfectly round 'O' lent her an air of perennial surprise and it was funny.

At last Joanne was done and she proudly posed in front of Traci. Her earlier embarrassment had gone. Traci's eyes were saucers while she incredulously studied the ropes decorating her body. Suddenly she understood the added visceral appeal of bondage. This was completely empowering in a way she'd never expected. Traci was putty in her hands. Traci couldn't tear her eyes away from the ballgag strapped in her mouth or the tight cords circling her torso. Had Mickey reacted in the same way when Traci tied herself up for him? Probably. Whatever. It wasn't often she had her talkative, extroverted friend's full, undivided attention and she was determined to extract the most of the moment.

Her jaws were already aching quite a bit and she was tempted to remove the ball strapped in her mouth. It was nothing like the cloth cleave gag she'd worn, especially the steady, dull throbbing ache spreading outwards like no other toothache she'd ever experienced. It wasn't that her gag actually hurt or anything but it was devilishly uncomfortable. Only 15 minutes so far and she already wanted to take it off. Well. At least it was certainly keeping her nice and quiet. About the most she could manage was a heavily muffled mumbly grunt. Just imagine. What if she'd been abducted, bound and gagged for real? Nobody would be able to hear her cries for help outside. Oh my God. She shivered with delicious excitement and terror. They would be really helpless then. Speaking of which…

She had to tie herself up now before she lost the willpower she was hanging onto by a thread. Besides… It would be so much fun being helplessly bound and gagged alongside her best friend for a couple of hours or so before dinner. Now… all she had to do was figure out how to go about tying herself up in such a way escape would be out of the question until she'd had enough. Rope was probably no good. She could tie up her legs but… there was no way she could secure her hands. Bummer. Fortunately Traci still had all that bondage gear she could use. She was bound to find something she could use there. Besides… it would be interesting to see how everything worked. Never one to resist such a tasty challenge, she grinned into her gag before airily waving and hurriedly heading off in the direction of Traci's bedroom.

There was something deeply disquieting about the manner Joanne had set off again although she couldn't quite put her finger on the reason for her sudden anxiety. She'd noticed a purpose to her walk which hadn't been present earlier. Oh my God… She wasn't, was she? Surely not? A sudden icy coldness entered her heart while she anxiously waited for Jo to return. She had a very bad feeling about this and it wasn't going away.

Dammit! There was nothing she could do about the situation because Joanne had done far too good a job with tying her up. She was truly helpless and for the first time in her life, Traci felt anything but happy about being quite this tightly bound and gagged. She couldn't move, communicate, anything – and it wasn't a good feeling. Those ropes were so… tight. Although her legs felt fine, her arms were already aching from being so tightly lashed together. There was no slack or play in the cords she could take advantage of to relieve the incredible tension being placed upon her bound arms or shoulders. Her hands were beginning to hurt as well. A distinct numbness had entered the top part of her hands and it was slowly spreading like a malignant cancer despite her best efforts to ward off everything with constantly flexing and re-flexing her fingers.

Joanne was taking her own sweet time about returning and she almost panicked before slowly calming down. She'd never liked being left on her own whilst bound and gagged – and her bondage was tighter than anything Mickey had achieved, not least because she'd eagerly egged Jo on with "making it tighter" until she'd been left so tightly bound no amount of straining would loosen the steel cables holding her prisoner. Traci closed her eyes before trying to stave off panic. Why, oh why, had she pushed Jo into trussing her up tighter than any turkey deserved to be bound? Because you wanted this, she told herself. Anyway there might be an innocent reason for Joanne's prolonged absence and she sighed into her gag as her heart rate spiralled out of control.

Panic was contagious. Traci closed her eyes again before willing herself to relax. Joanne wouldn't have gone far and it was highly unlikely she'd been abducted by some masked intruder because ever paranoid about security, she'd even installed a pair of Chubb deadlocks for every door and they were always kept locked – an unfortunate necessity in the crime-ridden suburb of Abbotsford near the Collingwood public housing estate where the Government shoved the poor. Perhaps she'd gone potty although how, she couldn't figure out with a tight rope splitting her crotch. Most likely, Jo was checking out her bondage equipment…

If Traci had been capable of reading the thought processes rolling through Joanne's brain, she would have panicked. Her friend was going through everything with a fine comb. Picking out the stuff she wanted to use.

There was so much gear there and Joanne wonderingly shook her head. There was enough to tie up an entire football team (not withstanding the way her team sometimes played, they couldn't do any worse with one arm tied behind their backs) and she smiled before glancing around. The rope she probably couldn't use. The rubber straightjacket was out for obvious reasons as well. Pity. It would've been fun being strapped inside that thing. However, the handcuffs and spreader bars contained more promise and she happily hummed under her breath before picking out the various items that she would need to complete her bondage.

Her gag was growing inside her mouth every minute and she hurriedly gathered up the stuff she wanted to use before triumphantly bearing everything into the lounge and unceremoniously dumping it in front of Traci. Joanne was so caught up in the excitement of the moment as well as her growing need she barely noticed Traci's reaction upon sitting down and sorting out the equipment.

Traci no longer had any doubt what Joanne was planning and she panicked, flinging herself from side to side but the tight cords easily resisted her increasingly panicky efforts. She could barely move. No, no… Please no… she moaned although her desperate cries only escaped as a heavily muffled gurgle. Don't do this! Traci was in agony while she helplessly watched the scene unfolding like a bad movie in front of her horrified eyes. She was acutely aware that if Jo fucked up… they would well and truly be up Shit creek without a paddle. Traci helplessly pulled against her bonds again, unheeding of the sharp pain in her hands as her sweat-soaked cords imperceptibly shrank. For the first time she knew what it was like to be tied up without hope of escape – or release and an icy cold terror assailed her heart while she frantically fought her bonds. There was no way she could escape. She'd already tried – and exhausted every possible avenue before happily satisfying herself that she would remain bound until Joanne decided to let her go. She closed her eyes again before glancing around the quiet, still room. Joanne had really done the job on her. She'd been far too securely – and tightly bound for escape to remain anything other than a hopeless fantasy. Even with a knife, assuming she had one available, escape wouldn't be easy.

Unaware of Traci's torment, Joanne blithely continued laying everything out. She was showing off for the camera and Traci redoubled her efforts to escape before tearfully giving up. She'd never been as scared before or since. Suddenly her bondage was no longer fun while she helplessly watched Joanne fiddling with the metal cuffs. She squeezed her eyes shut before gathering herself and frantically screaming out aloud to try and attract her attention.

Suddenly Joanne spun around before smiling. "Enjoying yourself huh? Don't tell me you want out already? If that's so, forget it coz I'm not going to untie you. You wanted to be tied up so I tied you up. You can wait until dinnertime, ok? - just like we agreed," before giggling again. "I might let you out then – but only if you've been good. Meanwhile I'm gonna to have some fun!"

Without giving her a chance to reply, Joanne turned her back on Traci.

All she could do was watch with increasing horror as Joanne completed her elaborate preparations for tying herself up. She had no way of communicating the sudden, extreme danger Joanne was placing them in. Her inexperienced friend had no idea what she was getting herself into. She was already way over her head but of course, she had no way of knowing that. With growing dread, a sick feeling in her stomach, Traci dejectedly watched with a morbid fascination, while Joanne awkwardly leant forwards before methodically tying her ankles to the rings positioned at each end of the spreader-bar, leaving her bare feet separated three feet apart from each other.

Joanne was really enjoying herself. This was just so much fun! Half the fun was in the preparation. That anticipation thing. Soon, very soon, she would join Traci in helpless, tight bondage and all would be well. Even her aching jaws went unnoticed while she eagerly continued tying herself up. Joanne could hear Traci's increasingly loud grunts behind her but she assumed that her friend was simply enjoying herself. The deliciously smooth latex drowned out much of the sound and she missed the increasing urgency behind each grunt. She'd made enough noise earlier just after she'd completed tying her up and she shook with silent, soundless laughter. If Traci was anything like her, she was already getting off on this…

Her lungs were burning and Joanne suddenly realised that she'd been holding her breath while she measured out the distance between the spreader-bar attached to her ankles and the chain separating her handcuffs. They were very special cuffs. Perhaps an inch and a half wide, the outside of each had been machined from solid steel while the inside was smooth black rubber. Slipping them over her wrists was easy; each was hinged and once shut, could be locked with a padlock. A short two-inch chain separated the cuffs and she knew that they wouldn't be coming off in a million Sundays after putting them on. A nice snug fit, they could've been made for her. She happily examined her unique manacles again before inhaling and slowly exhaling. She was already so excited, trying to remain calm wasn't easy. The last thing she wanted was an embarrassing stuff up. It would be awful tying herself up then finding out she had to begin all over again because of some basic oversight.

Joanne carefully rolled over until she was lying on her stomach before stretching her arms outwards as far as they would go. She wanted to be tied up like Traci and she arched her back as far as she could, checking out the maximum reach she had available to her hands.

Traci watched with a sick fear while Joanne, apparently satisfied that her calculations were correct, attached her silver manacles to a ring in the center of the spreader bar with a short length of rope which she doubled into two before tying several very tight knots so nothing would slip or loosen. There were only inches separating everything and her terror increased. Jo wasn't mucking around. She was playing for keeps.

Her preparations all but complete, Joanne shot what she hoped was a smile in her direction before returning to her bondage. Traci looked suitably stunned and she gleefully picked up the short but wide leather strap, which she'd buckled into a loop before leaving Traci's room.

Joanne's dedication to her gymnastics training was really paying off now, Traci sourly thought as she inserted her right hand into the loop before pushing her left through in the most amazing display of dexterity and suppleness she'd ever seen. Joanne barely paused before deftly maneuvering everything all the way up her arms until the strap was above her elbows, locking them tightly and securely together. She knew wriggling out of them would be difficult and she groaned again. They were plunging headlong into disaster, just like the Titanic and there was nothing which could save them.

Quickly, before she could change her mind, Joanne leant backwards as far as she could, arching her body into a bow along the way before grappling for her handcuffs. She'd been kidnapped and she was being forced to tie herself up.

Traci felt as if she was sliding headlong over a precipice as Joanne's hand found one cuff before inserting her slim wrist inside. Everything was happening in slow motion as Joanne snapped the cuff shut before swiftly padlocking it. Her friend didn't even pause as she pushed her wrist in the other before locking it shut with a metallic 'snap' which reverberated around the eerily silent room, leaving her helplessly bound hand and foot.

Her beautiful naked body tightly arched into a bow by her bondage, Joanne lay on the soft rug, next to Traci helplessly lying on the couch.

She'd actually done this to herself. Tied herself up. Joanne's mind was awhirl as she awkwardly leaned around to face Traci before returning her bondage. Traci was absolutely stunned. Joanne closed her eyes before happily writhing and straining against her tight bondage. The visual – and sensory overload was out of this world. The tight cords girdling her body. Her crotchrope. Her unnatural position had pulled it tight and the cords were rubbing her clit with a fiery intensity she couldn't believe. The huge, huge ballgag strapped in her mouth. Her jaws were really aching now but the incredible stimulation she was receiving elsewhere was lessening the discomfort of being so tightly gagged. She liked the way the cuffs gripped her wrists. They felt very secure which was exactly what she'd been looking for. The ropes tied around her ankles. Most of all there was the hogtie she'd put herself into and she felt wonderfully, terribly helpless. Bound, gagged and going nowhere fast.

A red-hot poker was searing her tingling, aching clit and she couldn't help moaning out aloud with orgiastic ecstasy. Bound hand and foot and… Can't escape… I'm never going to get put of this one… It was then her first orgasm struck without warning. The liquid bubbling heat suddenly boiled out of control before escaping with a volcanic pressure. Joanne convulsed before screaming into her gag as she came and came... and came. It was the most prolonged violent climax she'd ever experienced, better even than the one she'd enjoyed earlier today after being hog-tied by Traci.

Limp and drained, she happily glanced around in Traci's direction to see how she was getting along.

Traci despairingly closed her eyes before helplessly exploring her bonds with half-numb fingers. She still couldn't believe how Traci had somehow tied herself up like this. Well. One could hardly blame the girl given that she'd just achieved that which she sought – which was why they found themselves in this situation in the first place, wasn't it? That helplessness thing… There was no way she was getting out of the ropes pinioning her arms and legs together with an ever-increasing tightness – and neither was Joanne. Joanne still didn't know she'd forgotten the keys essential for her release and she wondered how long it would be before Jo made the connection.

Joanne couldn't understand why Traci looked so… unhappy. She was upset about something. Her smile had vanished. Her face was a mask of… fear? There was definitely something wrong here and she suddenly wished that she hadn't done such a good job of tying herself up. Getting out wouldn't be easy…

Getting out… Frustrated, confused and suddenly very afraid, Joanne pulled against her steel manacles. Her shoulders were already aching from being pulled backwards by the deadweight of her bound legs. She'd made certain there wasn't any slack in her hogtie and there was no way she could bend her awkwardly spread legs any further backwards to relieve the sudden, unbelievable pressure on her arms or shoulders which were carrying the brunt of the strain being placed upon her body.

Getting out… Traci's fear was palpable and Joanne decided that fun was fun after all. She'd made her point. There was no shame in untying herself but first she needed those keys…. Unlock those padlocks then…

The keys….

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Oh my Goddd! Nooo… Joanne suddenly realised that she'd forgotten the keys. No! No! Oh noooo! A tidal wave of black despair swept her mind as it slowly dawned upon her that she was… really completely, truly helpless. Bound hand and foot, gagged and… Without those keys, she didn't have a hope in Hell of releasing herself. The solid steel manacles were too tight-fitting for there to be any chance of slipping them off. They had only just fit her slim wrists and she'd had to work each cuff down where they narrowed just above her hands before forcing each closed – and locking them in place.

There was only one thing she could do.

Joanne panicked.

She flung herself against her bonds, frantically gripping the chain connecting her cuffs to the spreader bar, hoping against hope that she might've somehow slipped up and that an escape route would magically materialise out of nowhere.

None did. All she succeeded in was increasing the pressure upon her suddenly sore arms. Her huge gag hurt like blazes. All she wanted was out… but it wasn't happening and she despairingly, miserably hung her head. There was no hope now. She would have to stay tied up until… Oh my God… Joanne screamed again but the only sound which escaped her gagged lips was a heavily muffled, indistinct gurgle of mortal terror and agony.

She stared around where Traci was lying, silently acknowledging the enormity of her mistake. Suddenly terrified out of her wits, she gazed into her friend's equally upset and scared face in mute supplication and wordless apology. Please… help me! Is there anyway you can get us out of this? she silently appealed. Her eyes were watering and she hurriedly blinked away the salty, stinging tears.

Traci closed her eyes again before trying not to cry. Tears would be fatal because if she lost it, her tears and snot would block her nose and she would suffocate as surely as if someone tied a plastic bag over her head. Guilt was a terrible thing. She felt awful because she was the one responsible for placing her friend in this awful predicament.

Joanne was still helplessly squirming around between desperately appealing for help which Traci knew she couldn't provide. How could she? She'd been tied up tighter than any other time during her life – and from long experience she knew freeing herself was utterly impossible. Even movement was difficult because she hardly had any leverage with which to play with. About the most she could manage was try provide comfort with her eyes while she thought about what to do. The TV was only feet away and she disbelievingly stared into the screen while she helplessly tugged on her taut hogtie rope. There was no slack or give at all and she knew that Joanne had tied each knot where she couldn't possibly reach them – it was an exercise in futility but trying made her feel marginally better as well as fighting off the creeping, insidious numbness slowly stealing her hands.

The girl staring back had been bound, gagged - and hog-tied. Very tightly hog-tied. Joanne was just visible below. She'd always enjoyed checking out bondage photos on the Internet; wishing and fantasising that it was herself tied up like those girls. Now she'd gotten her wish in spades. She was a damsel-in-distress for real now and she uncomfortably squirmed from one side to another. What a sight they must make. Not one but two very tightly bound and gagged half-naked women were squirming and struggling on screen. Traci closed her eyes again before inwardly sighing. She couldn't imagine a worse situation to be in – helplessly tied up without any hope of escape or release – yet the sheer hopelessness of her situation was also switching her on like nothing else. The erotic nature of their predicament was a stunning turn-on she hadn't expected. The bright, hot heat deep within her privates was back and with a suddenness she didn't expect, she climaxed with a sudden rush which left her limp and drained – and more scared than ever.

Joanne had totally lost the plot. Tears were freely flowing down her cheeks while she thrashed about without making the slightest impression upon her bonds. Traci knew that she had to do something about getting out of this. But how? It was the sixty-four dollar question, one without any answer. Joanne was clearly useless. Apart from her increasing panic, it was obvious that Jo couldn't move. Joanne was trapped in the one rigid, immovable position. She wasn't going anywhere. Therefore… it was up to her to find some way out – but how, she had no idea. She was scarcely more mobile either – The manner she'd been tied up not only precluded escape but severely restricted mobility at the same time. Especially the way her gag had been attached to the cords holding her prisoner. Think, Traci, think!