Girls can do anything bondage story | naked rope tied together

Sharon groaned sweetly as she lay on the ground. Her sounds were muffled because her lips were taped securely to Susan’s and they were trying to avoid drooling into each other’s open mouth as much as possible.

Susan moved her arms again to try and reach the tight knots around her wrists and yanked the crotchrope between Sharon’s legs even deeper into her pussy.

"Stop it for Gods sake,” Sharon muttered into Susan’s mouth and yanked her arms outwards to give Susan a taste.

Mike and myself sat back in our chairs and had a quiet beer while the naked girls wriggled on the floor. How had we got into such an entertaining situation? Pretty easily really.

It had all started at the beginning of our weekly bridge night when Sharon, my wife, had complained as usual about having a male as a partner and how girls are so much more intuitive and therefore would make better partners.

“Susan and me could thrash you two any day,” she had proclaimed for the 100th time.

“Right, you have a bet. Losers suffer,” I replied. I was sick to death of her gloating.

“Suffer what?” asked Susan with a doubtful voice.

“Losers get tied up by the winners and if they don’t escape in 1 hour, they perform a very embarrassing public forfeit, that can be decided later by the winners.”

Before Susan could express any more doubt’s, Sharon yelled “You're on!” Susan nodded her agreement.

Over the next couple of hours, Mike and myself proceeded to win every hand. The sweat was evident on Sharon’s forehead and Susan didn’t help with her “What the hell have you done?” looks.

Finally, the game was over and Sharon and Susan rushed off to the toilet while Mike and I gathered up some bits and pieces from the bedroom cupboard.

We instructed the girls to strip naked and remove any jewellery they had on. We then lovingly tied a doubled rope around their waists and knotted it tightly off. Pulling the rope carefully deep between their legs, we tied a crotchrope from hell on each of them.

“Time for a cuddle,” I told them as we pushed them face-to-face.

Mike grabbed two sets of nipple clamps and joined their breasts together, Sharon’s left to Susan’s right and vice versa. That way any movement of their shoulders would pull on both girls’ nipples in a most unpleasant manner.

I tied their hands together behind each other’s back, and used an elbow rope to pull them even closer into an embrace. A small loop of the wrist rope was placed around their crotchropes to make any arm movement a sensational experience for the other girl.

We then laid them down on the floor on their side and entwined their long legs into an attractive knot. Ropes at the knees and ankles kept them from unwrapping them.

“Remember the safe word is to snap your fingers,” I said. “Now pucker up honey.”

I applied a liberal amount of double-sided tape to each of their lips and forced their open mouths together in a kiss. Mike applied tape from cheek to cheek to reinforce the hold and prevent them working their lips apart.

“Didn’t know you two were so close,” I joked.

A muffled response told me to drop dead.

Mike then added another pile of rope all around them, while I used some leather straps in strategic places to pull them even closer together. It was now getting hard to see where one girl stopped and another started.

“GO!” I said and opened a beer as I sat down to watch the show.

The girls experimented with their bonds briefly, but quickly found that their crotchropes and nipple clamps made movement not only difficult, but also downright painful.

It was one of the most enjoyable hours I had spent for years, watching two naked young women wrestling around and helpless on the floor. After a while, I suddenly noticed that their attempts to escape had turned into a more sensual teasing of each other with gentle movements and I could see in their eyes a new expression.

“They are bloody well enjoying themselves! Lesbians!” I cried. Laughing, “Can’t have that!”

We walked over and started to tickle the girls mercilessly. Mike worked on their feet, while I ran my finger nails up and down their thighs and across their naked buttocks.

“Snap, snap, snap,” went both girls fingers nearly at the same time.

We stopped immediately and released their mouths. “Accept a forfeit?” I asked.

“Yes, just untie us,” they begged.

Working quickly, we freed them and helped them massage their limbs into life again. Mike smiled at me as we thought about the forfeit that we had planned days ago when the two of us had set up this up.

Next Saturday, shoppers at a very busy local mall stopped to watch a couple of girls. One girl was encased in a skintight black shiny rubber sleep sack type costume with flippers added. She was pretending to be a seal. The other girl was dressed in a pink lyrca second skin and was strapped out helpless on a wheel. A man with a huge smile was selling tickets and allowing customers to spin her on the wheel to win a prize.

“All money to charity” he would cry. “Come and get the seal to balance a ball on her nose! Come and spin the girl and win a prize! Support your local charities.”

“Only 6 hours to go girls,” I whispered from the side while Mike drummed up even more punters.

Sharon groaned as another teenagers approached to torment the performing seal. Susan just squealed as a huge guy grabbed her wheel and spun it as though he was hoping to launch her into orbit!

God help Mike and myself if they ever found out we had installed spy cameras behind them. Mike was a security advisor, and a friend had signalled us as to what cards they had in their hands!