Jenni and Sam 2 | free bondage story

Jenni looked in the mirrors surrounding her and watched each click. She certainly didn’t move very much for each click, it seemed to her. At this rate it could take hours to hit bottom. The foam ball in her mouth was certainly doing its job, every movement she made to compress it and gain some movement in her mouth was taken back cruelly the instant she relaxed her muscles. And the hood was no help at all. It was a work of art, Jenni noticed sadly. The Sweet Gwen-style hood left one oval-shaped opening for her nose and eyes, and that was it. Sam must have had it custom made, the blue silk fit so closely. And it was pretty, too. The bright blue silk of the hood with the darker blue silk piping around the opening, gave the appearance of a fine garment, not a hood made to silence someone. Opening her mouth even the slightest bit further was out of the question, it held her jaws as closed as they would go, what with the ball in her mouth. It also held her lips tight against her teeth. Sam had laced it on, but she didn’t seem to strain at the laces, it was quick and efficient… and tight. The only noises Jenni could make after the foam ball and the lacing of the hood were faint mewling sounds and a keening through her nose. Sam sure did seem to like silencing her.

CLICK!!

And the watching was the hardest part. She knew what was coming but was powerless to do anything about it…

She and Sam chatted about the usual stuff, where they were going shopping, what deals they had found to pursue, and the shoe store that just opened up downtown, pretty much the standard fare. No mention was made of last night and since Jenni didn’t bring it up, Sam wasn’t going to either.

Sam sensed an uneasiness about Jenni, and understandably so. Up until last night they had been best buddies this morning things were different. It wasn’t like Jenni was embarrassed or angry, just quiet.

They showered and dressed, stopped by Jenni’s for a quick change of clothes, and went shopping. Jenni loosened up in time, talking more and thinking less. They shopped for shoes (didn’t buy any), shopped for jewelry (didn’t buy any of that, either) got a cup of coffee, and went to the large department store at the end of the mall since that end of the parking lot was rather empty on the way into the mall. It wasn’t until they passed the gloves and scarves that Jenni’s mood changed again.

She stopped in front of the cases and cases full of scarves and stared at them for the longest time. Sam could almost see the thoughts churning around in her head, coming to grips again with last night’s turn of events. For several moments she stood there, looking over the vast assortment of scarves. When the sales lady came over and asked “Is there something I can help you with?” she almost jumped out of her skin.

She recovered quickly, and turned to Sam. She looked Sam square in the eyes and whispered “Did you mean what you said last night bright before I fell asleep?”

Now it was Sam’s turn to be speechless, at least for a moment. She thought Jenni hadn’t heard her last night, but apparently she had. Finally she whispered back “If that’s what you want, then its okay by me, I’d love to.” When she started the sentence, she had placed her hand on Sam’s arm. When she said the word ‘love” she squeezed gently and smiled.

Jenni spun around, and said to the sales lady, “I’ve never bought scarves before, my friend here says I need some for my wardrobe. I’d like to buy several, if you can help me out.” She turned to her friend. “Sam, why don’t you go ahead, I don’t really need anything from the other end of the mall. By the time you get what you want and get back, I should be done, okay?”

It seemed like a good idea to Sam, who was suddenly very excited at the prospect of Jenni and herself having another evening of fun. With a spring in her step, she trotted off to finish her shopping (the only reason they had come to the mall in the first place) and Jenni stayed at the scarf counter.

Over the next five minutes, Jenni walked around the display cases and selected scarf after scarf, looking at the texture (she liked the soft silky ones the best) color, pattern and shape. She selected paisleys, stripes, polka dots, and geometric patterns, and a whole rainbow of solid colors. Since she didn’t really know what she needed, she picked out large and small squares, thin and wide rectangles and a couple of bias cut thin scarves. None of them were the high dollar scarves that people like to spend way too much money on, but they were all beautiful, just the same. She had a fairly enormous pile of scarves on the counter when she was finished.

“There, that should do it” Jenni said. The saleslady was understandably confused.

“Which ones of these do you want?” she enquired, not sure of what Jenni wanted. There had to be 50 or 60 scarves on the counter, easily costing over $1000.00.

“I want all of them” Jenni replied “but please hurry and ring them up, I want to surprise my friend with them, she absolutely loves scarves and these are her birthday present. So she can’t know I’ve bought them.”

“Yes Ma’am” the flustered saleslady replied and proceeded to ring up scarf after scarf, watching the total rise higher and higher. Some 5 minutes after she had started, she was done. 63 scarves at a total of $1326.75! Jenni whipped out her check card and paid the lady. She took the 3 rather large shopping bags of scarves and hustled them out to her car, hiding them in the trunk. Returning to the counter again, she selected 10 more scarves at a cost of $374.85 and paid for them as a decoy just as Sam returned. They headed back to the car together.

“Are you gonna show me what you bought?” Sam enquired as they walked through the store, very curious as to her friend’s new purchases. “I’ll show you in the car. Let’s get going, we have a lot to do this evening.” And so they left the rather dumbfounded saleslady standing there wishing that she worked on commission, at least for today. Just over $1700.00 in sales in 15 minutes, what a haul!

Once in the car, Sam was like a kid on Christmas morning. “What did you get? Can I see?”

Jenni started the car to get the A/C going, reached behind her on the seat and took the “decoy” bag of 10 scarves to place on her lap. “Okay, so you want to see what I bought? Here goes.”

One by one she plucked the scarves from the bag, handed them to Sam and Sam inspected and commented on her purchases. “Ooooh, this one’s nice. I just love paisley, don’t you? These solid colored ones are really beautiful.” And so on until all 10 scarves had been shaken out, inspected, refolded and placed back in the bag.

“So where are we going, your place or mine?” Sam asked. “Let’s go to your place, you have more scarves if I need them.” Jenni replied, “If you don’t mind cooking dinner, I wanna get things ready for later.”

“How about we just pick up something on the way home? I don’t really feel like cooking tonight, that’ll give us more time. Something tells me we’re gonna need it.” Sam said, not really wanting to cook, or for that matter eat. She just wanted to get started, but didn’t want to seem that eager. Besides, if Jenni turned out to be any good at this, she’d need her strength before the night was over.

“Great idea, how about Chinese? There’s that place on the way home we haven’t tried yet, or do you want to go with somewhere we know?”

“Well, I’d rather go with someplace familiar, I wouldn’t want to get something bad and spoil this evening. Chinese is great, but let’s do China Garden. We know what we’ll get there”

Jenni decided that Sam was right. The last thing either of them wanted was for the other to be hugging the toilet over bad food on a night that held this much promise. “Works for me” she said.

The fact was it was hard to tell who was more excited about the evening. Jenni was more nervous, hoping she’d do everything right, but Sam was just plain excited. She’d never dreamed that Jenni would go for this. As a matter of fact, until last night, she’d never even thought about it, and until the “moment” at the scarf counter earlier she was sure that Jenni hadn’t even heard her proposal. Both were excited, but for different reasons.

They picked up dinner, took it back to Sam’s house took their few purchases and their dinner inside (the three bags of scarves would stay in the trunk for now, Jenni decided), ate dinner and cleaned up, all in the space of about 30 minutes.

“I’m gonna go get ready for later, but I need your help for a minute, is that okay?” Jenni asked. “Sure”, Sam replied “what do you need?”

“So what do you need help with?” Sam enquired “Well….” Jenni paused for a moment and blushed all the way down to her chest. “Last night, when you had me tied up…” Jenni paused again, obviously uneasy with the subject matter. “You put that, err…. thing inside me. That thing that vibrated”

“Oh that. It was a vibrating egg that works by remote control, you wanna see it?” Sam asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Well, yes, but I was wondering if you had any other, um…..”

“Toys? Sure, Tom and I have lots of them, you wanna see? Tom used to buy all the toys, but then I started buying them because men don’t always understand what works best inside. Most of the time they think bigger, harder and faster is better, but we know differently, don’t we?”

By this time they had entered the bedroom and Jenni had put her bag of 10 new scarves on the bed and followed San towards the closet. “I started buying things that did more caressing or stroking, touching just the right spots, we.. come over here, you’ll see” While she was talking, Sam had led Jenni into her closet, over to the trunk hidden behind the long coats and opened it up.

If Sam heard Jenni’s gasp of surprise, she didn’t show it. Inside the top of the trunk was a tray and that tray was almost full of vibrators, dildos, eggs, beads, balls, and stimulators of almost every description known to man. Jenni had known about these things and had seen one or two, but never anything like this. There were dildoes shapes just like a penis, there were vibrators with nubs or ribs or a combination of both all up and down their length, some even had what looked to be pearls on the inside, and some had all of those plus a little finger that curved up from the bottom (“what use could that possibly be?” Jenni thought to herself). There was a string with 6 or 7 balls on it, each ball about a ѕ” diameter and each about an inch apart from each other, separated by knots tied in the string, with a ring on one end. There were egg shaped devices in a variety of sizes in silver, blue, red and cream colored, some with cords coming out of one end going to a controller and some with just a thin cord sticking out about 3 inches and nothing on the end. There were devices shaped like butterflies, bees and dolphins, and several other members of the animal kingdom, some with squeeze bulbs attached, but all with cords and controllers. Along with those, there were many other contraptions that defied description, at least to Jenni.

“My God, what are all those things?” Jenni asked, the wonderment of the assortment evident in her voice. “They’re all toys,” Sam explained calmly, “each one does one thing really well. This is the one I used on you last night,” and selected a medium-sized silver egg from on top of the pile. “and this.” She pulled the butterfly from the other side of the drawer.

That egg didn’t look that big, Jenni thought to herself. Last night, when Sam had slipped it inside her it had felt much larger, especially when she turned it on. And the butterfly made her knees weak when she remembered it buzzing away incessantly against her clit while the egg vibrated merrily away inside her. “Well what do you want me to use on you?” Jenni asked, hoping Sam would select something for her. No such luck.

“I want you to pick something out. I’m going to go do a couple of things downstairs, but I want you to look at these and figure out what you think would feel good, and I’ll take your word for it. I’ll be back in about 15 minutes; if you want to try some of them out, this’ll help.” Sam reached into the corner and handed her the bottle of lubricant. “It makes them very easy to get inside you. It’s what I used on the egg last night.”

Sam saw the trepidation in her friends face. “It’s okay, really. If you want to ‘test drive’ some of them, I don’t mind. Just clean ‘em off when you’re done.”

Now Jenni was really in a quandary. All she had wanted was a few things to choose from. Now she had a whole drawer full of things to choose from and no idea how any of them worked. Aside from that, she still needed to get her other scarves in from the car without Sam knowing. She looked at the array of selections before her and decided that she’d do things a little differently than Sam had proposed. She went to the bag of scarves on the bed and emptied them out, having to take the time to get a small pair of scissors from her pocketbook to cut the sales tags off of the scarves. She realized that it was going to take some time to cut the tags off of the remaining scarves she had purchased and that she’d better keep the scissors handy. After she finished cutting off the 10 tags, she took the scarves and folded them one at a time, like she had seen Sam do, and laid them in a nice neat line on the edge of the bed near the nightstand.

Satisfied that she was ready, Jenni went to the bedroom door and checked that Sam was nowhere to be found. Slinking out through the kitchen to the garage, she opened her trunk, grabbed the three very large bags of brand-new scarves and headed back to the bedroom, surprised that she didn’t get caught. She hid the three bags in the closet on the other side, away from the “toy box” and went out to wait for Sam. She hoped she didn’t have to wait long.

She was nervous. For as exciting as this was, there was still something that seemed wrong, even evil about what she and Sam had already done and were getting ready to do again. Certainly she was excited at the department store, why else would she have bought $1700 worth of scarves (that would be fun explaining to Jason), and even now she was excited, but nervous at the same time. Would things ever be the same between her and Sam? It didn’t seem that way at the moment. Would that be such a bad thing? It was hard to tell.

Jenni’s thoughts drifted back to last night and she relived every scarf, every knot, and every step in the process until she was a bound and helpless object, knowing that Sam had taken advantage of her inebriated state, toying with her and denying her release over and over until Sam was good and ready. And what a release it was. Jenni had never come like that before, screaming and thrashing about (such that it was) and climaxing for the longest time. It seemed to go on forever until at last, she slumped in her bonds, exhausted.

Once it was over, Sam had untied her gently and quickly, massaging her arms and legs from their enforced confinement, to the point that Jenni was almost asleep by the time Sam removed the blindfold and gag, the last two items to come off. Then Sam had surprised her by offering to let Jenni tie her up tonight. Jenni was too confused and exhausted to respond, but apparently her mind worked overtime while she was asleep. When she finally awoke the next day (sometime around noon) it seemed to be all she could think about. Throughout the day she had remained quiet, not wishing to bring the subject up, but when they walked by the scarf counter in the department store, suddenly all she could think about was tying Sam up like she had been tied last night, doing evil things to her and driving Sam as crazy as Jenni had been.

“I wish she’d hurry up” Jenni thought, and wandered back over to the closet, to the open chest containing all of Sam and Ted’s “toys”. She picked up one after another, marveling at the subtle differences in construction, occasionally playing with the controls to see what they did. She was so immersed in her own thoughts that she never heard Sam enter the bedroom and didn’t even register that she was standing in the doorway of the closet.

“Is that what you wanna use on me?” Sam asked, sure that Jenni had seen her. Jenni jumped, turned beet red and started stammering.

“Um, no... I already have something picked out…I was just looking at…do you like this one?” Jenni asked, holding up a green phallus-shaped vibrator with a cord and controller. She had no idea what this particular implement did, but that didn’t matter. Suddenly it seemed very warm in the confines of the closet.

“Sorry, I thought you knew I was here.” Sam replied. “I didn’t mean to startle you, but I guess I did, huh? Are you really that nervous? Look, if you’re not feeling comfortable with this, then we don’t have to do this at all. It just seemed to me that you…”

“No, I really want to, but yes I am a little nervous. There’s just something about this that seems so…”

“Delicious?” Sam finished. “Okay, maybe a bad choice of words. Look, it’s different, I agree. But after last night it seemed like you were so into it, this seemed like the next logical step. But if you’re not sure, we can forget about it, no further mention of it, okay?”

“No really, it’s okay. I’m a little nervous, but more than anything, I’m excited. I don’t want to let my nervousness spoil this. C’mon, let’s get started”

Sam walked to the edge of the bed, turned to face Jenni, who was just exiting the closet and asked “Okay, how do you want me?”

“I don’t know. Remember, I’m new at this, how do you want to be?” Jenni asked, hoping Sam would take the lead, at least for a little bit, until she got over the nervousness. No such luck.

“No this is your show, you’re gonna call the shots”

“But I need some help” Jenni replied “I need to know how to tie you like you did me last night. I don’t know how to do it.”

“Okay, come over here; let me give you some pointers. The first thing is to make it tight but comfortable. Remember last night? As tightly as you were tied, as little as you could move, you were never in pain, were you?

“No, I guess I wasn’t” Jenni replied.

“That’s all a function of how you do the tying. That’s why you fold the scarves flat, like I did last night.” Jenni showed her the scarves she had folded “Hey that’s good, just like you’re supposed to. Now I’ll show you how I did it last night. Hold your hands front in front of you like this.” Sam held her wrists together in front of her, palm to palm. Jenni copied her friend’s movements. “Good, now you wrap the scarf around like this, keeping it flat, like this. Then you tie the ends off, making sure they’re as far away from the fingers as possible, like this.” Sam wrapped the scarf around Jenni’s wrists and tied the knot, leaving only two very short ends.

Jenni watched as Sam tied her hands, but the scarf seemed somewhat loose, not as tight as the night before. Just as she was about to ask about it, Sam spoke up. “Then you take a second scarf and wrap it around this way.” And she proceeded to wrap the second scarf between her wrists. “This is called a cinch. When you pull this one tight and knot it, it tightens up the first scarf and removes any hint of slack. The first thing it does is cover up the first knot so you can’t get to it, then if you tie the ends between the wrists, like this, there’s no way for you to reach the knot, see?”

Jenni noticed immediately that Sam was right. The first scarf was tightened considerably, the first knot was covered, and there was absolutely no way she could reach the ends to free herself. She twisted and turned her wrists, trying to reach the short ends of the scarf, but couldn’t even get close. “Wow, I can’t begin to get free, and it’s not too tight either. Can I try it on you now?” Jenni asked.

“Sure, when you get loose.” Sam replied with a gleam in her eye.

“But Sam, you know I can’t even begin to get free! How am I supposed to…”

“Calm down, I was just kidding.” Sam said, reaching for the cinch knot. She plucked at the knot for a second and it came loose. After unwrapping the cinch scarf Sam untied the first knot and just that quick, Jenni was free. “Okay, it’s my turn!” Sam said.

“Okay, turn around and put your hands behind you. Good, now you have to let me know if I’m hurting you, ‘cause I don’t really know what I’m doing yet. Now, I take this scarf and wrap it around this way like this and tie this knot and….there! How’s that?”

“So far so good” Sam replied. “Now the next one.”

Jenni grabbed the second scarf and cinched the first one, pulling it snug as she went. When she was satisfied that it was tight enough, she tied the ends on top of her bindings, well out of the reach of Sam’s fingers. “Okay now try it.” Jenni said.

“That feels really good, nice and snug, and I’m pretty sure I can’t get loose”

“Go ahead and try. I wanna see how good I did” And Sam did.

She twisted her wrists back and forth, pulled and yanked, wriggled her fingers and tried everything she knew to loosen her hands, but to no avail. “Hey, that’s really good. I sure can’t get loose. What are you gonna do now?”

“Well, the first thing I need to do,” Jenni said as she started picking at the knot “is untie you because you’re still fully clothed. If I remember last night correctly, I was naked. I think it’s only fair that you start out the night the same way I did, don’t you?” She finished untying the scarves from Sam’s wrists and waited for her friend.

Sam hopped up from the edge of the bed and started undressing, wriggling her jeans down over her hips and peeling her panties down with them. Then undid the buttons on her shirt and removed that, and finally her bra.

Jenni, not wanting to postpone the festivities any longer directed Sam back over to the edge of the bed and had her stand facing away from her. Jenni sat on the edge of the bed and gathered up the scarves she had put aside, along with the two she had already used to tie Sam’s hands the first time. “Alright, back up a little” Jenni said as she used her hands to guide Sam into the position she wanted. “There, that’s good. Ready to get started?”

“Of course.” Sam replied. “I was all ready before, but someone was being a stickler for details, wanting me to be naked and all.” Jenni had already pulled Sam’s wrists behind her and was busy wrapping the first scarf around her wrists while her friend talked.

“Not at all, it feels great.” Sam answered “You catch on pretty quickly, you know.”

“I’m a quick study if I like the subject matter. Let’s see how I do with your elbows.” And Jenni wrapped another folded square around Sam’s elbows, took the ends and began to pull. “Let me know when to stop, are you very flexible?”

“I don’t think I’m as flexible as you. I’ve never been able to get my elbows together.”

“Something to work on” Jenni thought to herself. “How are you doing?” Jenni asked out loud as Sam’s elbows started to get close together.

“Just a little more, keep going. There! That’s good, better stop right there.” Sam gasped. Jenni made a note that she could just slip her 4 fingers between Sam’s elbows as she tied off the knot. Certainly some room for improvement. “Do I cinch it or just let it alone?”

“Better let it alone for now. Let’s see how it feels in a few minutes. I don’t want it to be uncomfortable, there’s no telling how long you’re gonna leave me this way.”

“You’re right. I have some ‘getting even’ to do after last night. I might just keep you like ‘til morning. It depends on how good you are.”

“It also depends on how good you are.” Sam replied, twisting her arms ever so slightly but realizing quickly that escaping wouldn’t be something she would be doing any time soon. Sam actually kind of relished the thought of Jenni keeping her captive all night. Certainly, she wouldn’t want to be tied in any strenuous position all night, but to have Jenni doing wicked things to her all night and Sam being unable to do anything to stop her… Well, she could dream, couldn’t she?

She envisioned herself tied, blindfolded, and securely gagged, arms and legs spread to the corners of the 4 poster bed, mouth stuffed and taped shut, laying on silk sheets, while Jenni teased her with an almost endless variety of torments. Scarves, vibrators, make-up brushes, nipple clamps… Always bringing her within inches of orgasm, but stopping short every time. She imagined herself screaming into her gag in frustration, only to have Jenni laugh and tease her some more. Finally, after hours of teasing, Jenni delivered Sam to a series of howling, thrashing, blinding orgasms that lasted forever, it seemed. After the orgasms finally subsided and only the aftershocks remained, Jenni stroked her friend lightly, finally untied her and they drifted off to sleep in each others arms. Damn! She could dream, couldn’t she?

While Sam had been dreaming, Jenni had been busy. After moving Sam’s long hair out of the way several times throughout the process, she had tied the scarves above and below Sam’s breasts, pinning her arms against her back. She had tied a scarf to cinch between her arms and her body, and was in the process of looping a long scarf around the scarves framing her breasts, cinching them together and passing the ends up over her shoulders to tie off to the elbow bindings. By the time Sam had finished her daydream, her arms were bound solidly and inescapably behind her. Sam realized, with a certain amount of delight, that Jenni was very good at this. Apparently, Jenni realized it too.

“There, let’s see you try to get out of that!” Jenni said triumphantly. “I wanna see how good I did.”

Sam knew before she even tried that she wouldn’t be able to get loose, but to make Jenni feel good, she put forth a lively effort twisting this way and that. The only thing she succeeded in doing was flailing her arms around a little, wriggling her fingers and making her breasts bounce around invitingly. Her long red hair flew around and settled down again, cascading down her back. She was starting to perspire when she finally ceased her struggles. But she was not free. She was not even close, she stayed just as tightly bound as before. The only difference was that now she was out of breath, very excited from the realization that she was at the mercy of her friend, and just a little bit moist between the legs. “I guess you have me good. There’s no getting out of this.” Sam said, between heavy breaths.

Jenni was quite obviously pleased with herself. Her first time and she had rendered her friend fairly helpless. Even with a knife in her hand Jenni didn’t see how Sam could get loose. But there was still a good bit of tying to do…

“Okay, now we’re going to change things a little. Come over here.” Jenni led Sam to the closet and next to the “toy chest”. “I want you to pick out your own torment. Now it needs to be something I can control and something that either goes all the way inside you, or at least doesn’t stick out. Remember, you’re going to be sitting like I was last night. And another thing, it better be something that works really well. If it isn’t I’ll come in here and pick out something that looks really evil, understand?”

Sam looked perplexed, and rightfully so. On one hand she needed to find something that would be comfortable, on the other hand, it had to be aggressive enough to really make her crazy. “This isn’t fair! I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. If I pick out something too easy, you’ll just make it harder. If I pick out something harder, you might make me have a meltdown! How am I supposed to make a choice like that?”

“Very carefully. Take your time, I’ve got all night.” Sam studied the assortment of devices in the trunk before her, wondering which one she could take for 2 hours and still live to tell about it. Of course she also wondered how easy she could make it on herself and not get caught. She decided that she’d better go with something she thought she could just barely take for 2 hours. Jenni had shown just enough of an evil streak that she didn’t think she wanted to find out what would happen if Jenni had to choose the toy. She finally selected a short, fat, stubby little vibrator with little nubs around its entire length. It was about 4 inches long and 2 inches around, not counting the base. The 4 foot cord ran to a set of controls that controlled dual vibrating eggs inside, one control for each egg. The base consisted of a wide patch that completely covered her opening with little bumps placed strategically around the surface where it would come in contact with her sex. It ran on 4 “C’ batteries, so there was plenty of juice to last the entire time (She didn’t want Jenni to have any reason to make things harder on her).

She indicated to Jenni which one it was, thankful that Jenni didn’t make her pick it up since the trunk was so low to the ground and Sam was rather tall. Tied the way she was would have meant some interesting contortions and the distinct possibility of falling over.

Jenni studied the vibrator and controller for a moment. She slid one of the sliders forward and felt that the base of the plug started to vibrate, then turned that one off and slid the other controller up and the tip vibrated. The fact that they could be adjusted to an almost infinite variety of differences was not lost on Jenni. She held the plug in her hand and moved the first slider forward and felt how the different pitches of the two eggs made the plug almost dance in her hands.

“Ooohhh this looks like fun,” Jenni said “what do you say we go try it out? Come on, back over here.” Leading the way back to the bed, she turned Sam around and quickly blindfolded her, tying the knot at the back of her head, under her hair (no easy task with Sam’s hair as long as it was and her jumping about in surprise.

“Hey, it’s not time for that yet!” Sam hollered. “You’re not supposed to do that until later.”

“I thought you said that I was calling the shots tonight” Jenni stated, matter-of-factly.

“Did I say that? I don’t recall that for some reason.” Sam giggled.

Yes, you did say that, and that’s what I’m going to do. Now stand right there, don’t move a muscle” Jenni said as she went to the closet to get the 3 bags of scarves that she bought earlier.

“I’m afraid to move. You might do something else to me.” Sam said

Jenni went to the closet and grabbed the scarves she purchased earlier, from the somewhat bewildered lady in the department store. She noticed right away that while one or two scarves didn’t weigh anything at all, 63 of them were another story. And though it wasn’t a struggle to get them out to the bed, it did take a little effort. She decided that she probably hadn’t noticed the previous times she had moved them, due to her excitement level. Jenni carried the scarves to the bed and emptied the bags out. Then she remembered her next problem…

The tags were still attached. She had to cut the tags off of 63 scarves. In the meantime, Sam had gotten curious, wondering about the noises she had heard and just what Jenni was up to.

“Hey, what’s all that?” Sam asked, her head turning around as if to try to see through the blindfold. “What’s in the bags? C’mon, tell me what all this is.”

“You’ll find out soon enough. Now be quiet before I have to make you quiet. You’d be better off to save your energy, you might need it before this is all over.” Jenni replied as she started snipping off the tags, one by one.

It seemed an eternity before Jenni finished de-tagging all the scarves she bought, but it was worth it, at least to her. As she cut each price tag off, she shook out the scarves, folded them and sorted them into piles, depending on the shape and size of the scarf. She had a very nice pile of large squares, quite a few smaller rectangles, several smaller neckerchief-sized squares, and a handful of longer rectangles. It had taken about 5 minutes to clip off the tags and sort the scarves into piles, during which time Sam had been dutifully quiet and still. Perhaps a reward would be in order…or maybe not.

“Okay, let’s get this show moving again. Come over here and sit down on the bed, cross-legged.” Jenni guided her friend over to the bed, turned her around and eased her backwards into a sitting position. She helped Sam slide backwards a little so that she could cross her legs. Sam’s arms proved to be a problem, though.

Sam’s arms were very long and because of that she had to lean forward slightly; otherwise her hands would have been jammed down into the mattress. The effect of this leaning, however, was that Sam’s breasts, the bases of which were already compressed by the bondage and being rather large for her slim frame, hung down invitingly. The bondage at the base of each breast made them balloon out nicely and her nipples stood out prominently from the compression, begging to be attended to. Jenni suddenly remembered something she had forgotten when she did Sam’s breast bondage. But first Jenni needed to do something with her legs.