Jenni and Sam 3 | free bondage story

She took several of the scarves from the pile and used the first two to loop once around Sam’s ankles and knot off, one scarf for each ankle, then took those ends and tied them off above the opposite knee, folding Sam’s legs like hers had been the night before. Then she took the next three and tied her lower legs together, then used one last long rectangle to cinch everything together, winding it around and through the other scarves and making Sam’s legs a very rigid, if not artfully tied and decorated triangle. Now, to finish off those beautiful breasts…

Jenni went to the pile of long rectangles and selected the softest, most luxurious scarf in the pile. She drew it across Sam’s breasts, with the shiny side out and captured the bulging targets under their softness. Sam, who had been remarkably quiet to this point, let out a groan as Jenni centered the scarf over her breasts like a tube top, and tied the ends behind her, pulling it rather tight and then fastening the loose ends to the myriad of scarves tied near her elbows.

The result was breathtaking, at least for Sam. Jenni tied off the last knot and looked around in front of Sam, she saw her nipples, now flattened by the scarf straining to come to prominence again. Jenni reached out and tickled the buds with her fingernails.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh, now what’d you wanna go do that for?” Sam broke her long silence at this latest turn of events, squirming about on the bed and trying to twist away from the torturous fingernails.

Jenni giggled. “I seem to remember someone doing that and so much more to me last night when I couldn’t see what was coming. Do you remember that?”

“I don’t seem to recall that at all” Sam replied “I don’t think I know anyone who’d do that.”

Jenni rolled up one of the large squares in her hand and took another one and set it next to Sam on the bed. “Well, maybe you’ll remember this.” Jenni reached out with her left hand, grabbing Sam’s nipple and pinched it. Not really hard, just enough to startle Sam and make her want to open her mouth to cry out.

Sam knew the instant she opened her mouth that it was a mistake, but by then it was too late. Jenni had crammed the rolled-up scarf between her teeth and was pushing and prodding the mass between into her mouth. Sam fought instinctively, but there was really nothing she could do to stop her friend from pushing the scarf into her mouth and behind her teeth. Then again, she wasn’t sure she would have stopped Jenni if she could have.

Just as quickly, Jenni grabbed the second scarf and tied it between Sam’s teeth, trapping the packing in her mouth and ensuring her relative silence. Now came the difficult part. Jenni had been able to watch everything up until the blindfold. She guessed at the gag, and it seemed like she got it right from the lack of noise Sam was making. What she wasn’t sure about was the long scarf that held her bent-over and held the egg and butterfly in place. So since she couldn’t ask Sam for details (well, she could ask but understanding Sam’s answer was another thing entirely…a slight oversight on her part) she’d have to figure out a way to do it herself.

She remembered how just trying to straighten up last night had caused everything to get tighter. Her hands were pulled against her butt, the scarves tied at and around her breasts compressed, and the scarf through her crotch holding those devilish devices inside her pressed inward pushing the egg deeper and the butterfly mashed against her clit. “So how did Sam do it?” Jenni asked herself. The only was to figure it out was by trial and error. Sam certainly wasn’t going anywhere and she had all evening. After all, they had gotten an early start, it was only 7:00. Sam hadn’t let her loose until close to 1:00 in the morning, so she had plenty of time.

Jenni remembered Sam tying something to her crossed legs, fiddling with the scarves tied around her breasts, and tying something around her waist. Then Sam had tipped her over and Jenni had felt the tickle of a scarf being dragged across her sex and something wrapped around her wrists, but it wasn’t very tight… Until Sam plunged the egg inside her, put the butterfly in place and then some kind of pad to hold them in place. Then Sam sat her back up and started pushing down on her shoulders, making her bend over and she felt the scarf that ran between her legs getting tighter, along with the ones around her breasts and the one at her waist. She also felt her tied wrists being pulled down against her butt, and then something being tied to her elbow bindings. How could all of that happen at once, unless…

So that was it. It was one long (very long) scarf that ran from her legs through the breast bindings (somehow), through the scarf tied at her waist, through her legs, wrapped around her wrists and tied off at her elbows. Now, how to get all that accomplished with what Jenni had to work with. And since there was no way she’d ungag Sam and ask her how to do it, a bit of experimentation was in order.

Now, how to fasten the breast bondage so that it was tightened whenever Sam tried to sit up straight. This would take some thinking. Setting everything up was the first order of business. Jenni went to the pile of the longest rectangles and selected the longest one she could find. She tied one end at the center of Sam’s crossed legs and then grabbed one of the neckerchief-sized squares already folded into a thin strip. She passed one end between her body and the scarves compressing the base of her breasts (with some difficulty) and tied the ends in front, compressing even further the scarf covering her breasts. Another moan was given by Sam, though this one had a more sultry tone. Jenni grabbed the ends and pulled, but all that happened was that Sam was pulled forward. There was no further squeezing of the bondage. Hmmm, that wasn’t it. Jenni untied the knot and thought some more. She thought for a minute and tried something new.

Jenni doubled the small scarf and passed the ends between Sam’s body and the scarves at the base of her breasts. She pulled them through and passed the ends through the loop formed by folding the scarf in half. This time, when she pulled on the ends the scarf slid through the loop and cinched the scarf covering her breasts down against her chest, squeezing her already compressed globes even further. Sam shifted her shoulders and groaned into her gag. Jenni released pressure and the tension relaxed. She pulled and released several more times and with each pull the scarves tightened and with each release the tension was eased. That was it! Now all she had to do was figure out how to attach it to the connecting scarf that ran from her crossed legs to her elbows and the fun could begin.

Jenni held the long scarf up against the center of the breast bindings. With her other hand she pulled on the ends of the neckerchief until a slight amount of tension was achieved. Passing the two ends of the neckerchief on separate sides of the long scarf, Jenni tied the ends of the neckerchief so that the long scarf was trapped and any tension on the long scarf tightened the loop in the neckerchief. A few experimental pulls provided exactly what Jenni had hoped for, as the scarves compressed, then released Sam’s straining bosom. The effect of this was not lost on Sam, who was moaning much more loudly now, twisting her shoulders and shifting around on the bed as best she could.

“Let’s finish this off,” Jenni said out loud to Sam as she tucked the free end of the long scarf through the scarf tied at Sam’s waist. More moans issued forth from Sam as Jenni tipped her over on her side and prepared the fat little vibrator for its new home.

Jenni coated the vibrator liberally with the lubricant and stopped short, staring at the opening between Sam’s legs. Gosh, she had never done anything like this before. The tying and the teasing were one thing, but now she was about to touch another woman’s sex and worse yet, slide a vibrator inside her and tie it in place. Was this right? Should she even be doing this? Would this make the two of them lesbians? Would she have to leave her husband? What would the neighbors say? Would she ever be able to show her face in public?

The questions flooded her mind as she stood there holding the greased vibrator. Finally Jenni decided she was being silly to worry so much. No one had to know about this but her and Sam. It wasn’t like they had moved in together, sworn off men forever, cut their hair short and were wearing “sensible shoes”. No, they were just two friends having fun, exploring something together. Besides, Sam didn’t seem to have any trouble with it, soooo…

Jenni reached out tentatively and spread the lips of Sam’s sex, already moist with excitement. Sam jumped a little at the sudden contact, but relaxed quickly. Tentatively, Jenni placed the head of the vibrator against her friends opening and pushed.

The fat little plug slid home easily partially due to the lubricant, but also partially due to Sam’s level of arousal. She adjusted the base, spinning it around slightly to have the nubs on the base properly aligned with Sam’s nub and worked it back and forth slightly to be sure it was nestled in the right place, ready to push all the right buttons. Sam squirmed and moaned as Jenni worked the vibrator into her as deeply as it would go and held it there.

Jenni grabbed the long scarf and drew it between Sam’s legs, ensuring that the vibrator would stay in place then gently eased Sam back up into a sitting position. Sam’s weight would also make sure that her little helper would stay where it was. Jenni also spun Sam around so that she was facing the foot of the bed, her knees about two feet from the footboard.

Jenni took the time (since Sam was otherwise occupied and not going anywhere) to take four long scarves and tie them together, forming a scarf rope about 15 feet long. She took the center of the 15 foot rope and placed it across Sam’s belly, with the ends coming out each side and trailing back towards the head of the bed. Then she took the last two long rectangles and tied the first one to the scarf holding her ankle against her knee on her right side then repeated the process on the other side with the other scarf.

Ever so gently Jenni pressed forward on Sam’s shoulders. Sam responded by bending forward at the waist. Jenni reached behind her friend and pulled the slack out of the long scarf as Sam bent over. When Sam’s silk encased breasts were just about touching her legs, Jenni eased off the pressure on her shoulders, wrapped the long scarf around Sam’s wrist bindings and tied the end of at her elbows.

“Wow! This is fun,” Jenni said “At first I was nervous but then once I got into it, it was really fun. How did I do? Does anything hurt, is anything too tight? Can you get loose?”

Sam answered with a series of grunts and shakes of the head that, indeed nothing hurt, nothing was too tight and no, she most certainly could not get loose and struggled ineffectually as if to prove her point. Jenni seemed happy with those answers and took a moment to admire her friend and the beauty of her bondage.

“Whew! I sure can see what Sam finds so appealing about this.” Jenni thought to herself. “The helplessness, the total dependency, the ability to completely control someone else, it’s all sooooo intense. I mean, I’m not a domineering person, but I could get into this. I wonder what she’s thinking, waiting on me to make the next move. Man, it’s beautiful! The way she twists and turns, or tries to, the colors and shine of all those beautiful scarves, the ends of all those scarves flowing around, and that gorgeous red hair, it’s just wonderful. But I’m not quite done yet.”

Jenni took the scarf rope and pulled the ends back, tying them to the bedposts at the head of the bed, pulling Sam back a few inches in the process. Sam’s questioning grunts and turning of her head (as if that would somehow miraculously help her see) delighted Jenni as she moved to the foot of the bed. Jenni took first one, then the other of the long scarves she had tied to Sam’s knees and pulled them tight to the bedposts at the foot of the bed and tied them off. Sam was now tied in the middle of the bed, tethered to the four corners and clearly going nowhere, and frustrated as she could be.

When Sam realized the effect of the last couple of knots, she whined in frustration and struggled to move even the slightest bit, but could do little more than shake her head, wriggle her fingers, and rock back and forth about a millimeter or so. Jenni let her go for a moment then grabbed the control for the vibrator and slid both controls up to about 1/3 power.

The result was predictable. Almost instantly, Sam’s struggles and grunts took on a different tone. Her grunts of exertion were now growls, deeper and lustier in tone, and her struggles calmed considerably. That is, until Jenni told Sam about her plans for the next several hours.

“You know what I’m enjoying most about this?” Jenni asked. Sam replied with a negative-sounding grunt. “I just love the fact that you did this to me last night and offered to let me do the same to you. You had to know that if I chose to do this, I’d want to get at least a small measure of revenge, didn’t you?” Sam nodded her head and “uh-huh’ed” into her gag as her hips started a subtle rocking motion.

“So since you’re already expecting it, I’ll just have to see what I can do about exacting as much revenge as I can. So here’s what we’re gonna do. For the next 2 hours, you’re going to be begging me to let you cum. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to understand you. You’ll grind and writhe and shake about as much as you can, which isn’t much, is it?” Jenni said as she reached out to tickle Sam’s ribs. Sam heaved at her bonds and screamed behind her gag, punctuating her lack of movement, and then Jenni continued. “But you won’t quite be able to get off, because I’ll be in control. But I’m gonna be fair. After the 2 hours is up, I’m gonna let you cum. Unfortunately, I’m not gonna let you stop with just one orgasm. You’ll come so many times you’ll lose count, but I won’t. I have a number in my head and when you reach that number, if you haven’t passed out, I’ll let you stop. How’s that sound?”

Sam’s questioning mumbling through the gag was clear enough, and Jenni answered her. “What’s the number? I’m not gonna tell you that. But I’ll give you a clue. The number has two digits. Does that help? I mean, after all, you made me come seven times last night, and since you’re so much more experienced than I am, I figured you should be able to do twice that and more.”

This latest information didn’t exactly sit well with Sam, whose grunts and struggles took on an almost angry tone, that is until Jenni slid both controllers to maximum and the vibrator, with its dual eggs inside took off and took Sam with it, returning her grunts to moans of pleasure and frustration and her struggles now consisted of rocking back and forth, tugging involuntarily on the breast bondage as she rocked. Her moans started a rhythmic pattern, in time with her rocking and the pitch of the moans rose and rose until they were almost like little screams. Her rocking picked up speed and her wailing rose higher and higher until…

Jenni giggled and stroked Sam’s breasts, paying special attention to her stiff nipples, still crushed under the scarf tied across her breasts. When Sam’s breathing had calmed a little, she spoke to her friend. “Well, I’ve got to hand it to you Sam. I never thought it’d be that much fun to be tied up. I certainly never thought it’d be even more fun to tie up someone else, but you know I kinda like this, don’t you?” It was probably a good thing that Sam was gagged. The words that tried to get out through the gag sounded most unladylike. Jenni giggled some more as Sam’s muffled verbal tirade continued. She ran the sliders on the controllers up for a few seconds to distract Sam.

“NNGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Sam shouted into her gag as her whole body stiffened, unconsciously attempting to sit upright but being brought up short by the scarf holding her bent-over. The scarf covering her breasts compressed again and did its best to flatten Sam’s breasts (fat chance of that), and then relaxed just as quickly as Jenni turned the controllers off. The sweat was starting to glisten ever so slightly on Sam’s forehead.

Jenni waited a few minutes for Sam to calm down. During that time she tickled Sam’s nipples some more through the taut silk covering her breasts. Sam moaned in frustration and shuddered slightly as Jenni eased the controllers on to their lowest setting. She watched and listened to Sam and thought about how she had felt last night…

At first it had seemed like a dream. Jenni had just wanted to find out what it felt like to be tied up. Sam had taken it so much further than that. Maybe it was the excess of wine that had made her less suspicious and less alert. In what had seemed like a handful of minutes, Sam had her tied so tightly she’d never get loose. It seemed so harmless at the time.

Then the blindfold and the teasing, she felt a slight pang of disquiet in her gut, but thought nothing of it, until the pinch of her nipple and the scarf being shoved in her mouth, by then it was way too late to fight or even protest, she was completely helpless to stop whatever Sam wanted to do to her. Her mouth had been stuffed full and then held in place with another scarf and she struggled all the while. She tried to push the scarf out of her mouth with her tongue, but the second scarf held it firmly in place. She tried to plead with Sam, but no words would come out, only unintelligible sounds. Sam continued to tie her in ways she couldn’t see even after she was helpless.

Then Sam had casually tipped her on her side and shoved that egg up inside her and then carefully placed the butterfly where it would do the most good (or evil) and sat her back upright again. Once upright, her body weight held the egg and butterfly in place until Sam had tied that scarf that held her bent over, and with her legs tied as they were she was unable to even roll onto her side.

And then the torment started. Sam teased her with the egg or the butterfly, or sometimes both. She tickled her nipples and teased her with extra scarves she had laying around. And for as frustrated as Jenni was by being tricked into this situation, she had to admit it felt strange but exciting to be helpless and at her best friend’s mercy, once she got over the shock of it all.

But as the minutes wore on and the teasing continued, as her pulse quickened and her breathing got ragged, and the warmth spread from her belly out in all directions and it grew and grew and…

Then it stopped. Jenni was sure she had never been this close to orgasm before without actually achieving it. She howled and grunted and did her best to hump and grind her way over the edge, but it was not to be. She didn’t understand why Sam would get her this close but not let her finish. And then it hit her, she was completely under Sam’s control. Jenni was as helpless as a person could be, unable to change her situation by her own means, and unable to ask Sam to do it for her. She had no way to communicate with her friend verbally, and although Sam knew perfectly well what she wanted, she wasn’t about to give it to her… yet.

Over the next couple of hours, Jenni went up and down, up and down, always getting so close she could almost taste it, and then having the rug yanked out from under her. After a while she lost track of how many times she could see the edge, but couldn’t reach it. And just when she thought she would lose her mind, when she approached the edge knowing that she couldn’t reach it, that it was a foregone conclusion that Sam would pull her back and let her simmer some more, it happened.

Sam let her come, a grunting, heaving, gut-wrenching orgasm that lasted far too long, followed by another and another, until Jenni had screamed and struggled through 7 of the most powerful orgasms of her life. She never knew sensations like that even existed, let alone that they could happen to her. Oh sure, she’d read the stories of how women had come until they passed out, but she never believed them. Suddenly, she had second thoughts. If Sam had kept her cumming for a while longer, who knows what would have happened.

Then, after she had calmed down considerably, Sam gently untied her. She took the time to rub each area as she untied it, then moved on to the next, always being so gentle and easy. It was hard to believe the same woman who was being so gentle and caring was the same person who had been tormenting her for the last 2 hours or so.

She wanted to talk to Sam after she was untied, to ask her why she did what she did, how she knew what would drive her crazy, when to stop and when to start. But she had been so physically spent that she had fallen asleep almost as soon as the last scarf was untied. The last thing she remembered was Sam’s offer, “If you liked that wait until tomorrow. You get to tie me up, if you want…” and with that she had drifted off to sleep.

The next day, she was understandably confused. There were many conflicting thoughts and feelings running around her brain. The pleasures of last night vs. the feeling that she was doing something terribly wrong; the caring for her best friend vs. the thought that her best friend had betrayed her trust; the love for her best friend and the fear that somehow she would be discovered or exposed for their guilty pleasures, and her best friend offering to let her turn the tables the next night. All of those thoughts and a thousand more swirled around in her head that next day.

It wasn’t until they reached the department store, with their vast display of scarves, that she gained some clarity. As she stared at the cases of scarves displayed under the bright lights, a vision formed in her head of Sam. In her vision, Sam was bound with the scarves she saw before her, tied much like Jenni had been last night. Sam was struggling and grunting and moaning and sweating. From between her legs a cord snaked out and ended in a controller held in a slender hand, thumb and fingers working the controller slowly up and down as the pitch of Sam’s moans did the same. She followed the arm up to where it connected to the body and a face turned to look at her.

The face was Jenni’s. In that instant Jenni realized that she would be fine doing what her friend had proposed last night. She wanted to tie Sam up and torment her sexually, as she herself had been tormented the night before. And she was going to be good at it, too. She would get Sam to teach her some things and then she would teach Sam a thing or two. That’s when she formulated the beginnings of the plan.

She would send Sam off to the far reaches of the mall and while she was gone, Jenni would buy up plenty of scarves to make the evening one she and Sam would never forget. She had started out the day with a great deal of uncertainty, but now she was moving with confidence and authority. The rest of the day was almost a blur as her plan came together. The buying and hiding of the scarves (okay, she may have gotten a bit carried away, buying a total of 73 scarves, but it would be worth it she hoped, at least until Jason got the credit card bill)and the quick dinner so she could get started earlier. Getting Sam to teach her a little about tying was easy, Sam would be getting something out of this, too.

And now she had Sam where she wanted her, helpless, horny and completely at Jenni’s mercy. She gazed down at her friend smiling, and slid the controllers up another notch. As if by cue Sam’s moans picked up in intensity, slowly picking up a rhythm, and raising in pitch. Again her hips gyrated (as much as they could) her hands waved uselessly behind her and her head thrashed back and forth. Higher and higher went the pitch of her moans until they turned into squeals, harder and harder she thrust her hips, and more and more she rocked, but to no avail.

Jenni watched and waited until it seemed like Sam was about to explode, then she slid the controllers off again. The wails from behind the gag were one of the most pitiful sounds Jenni had ever heard, it sounded like Sam was almost on the verge of tears, and as Jenni waited for Sam to resume normal breathing and stop wailing and thrashing about, Jenni wondered if she would be able to keep this up for total of 2 hours. It had only been 10 minutes so far, and already she was not only feeling Sorry for Sam, she was starting to feel just a little horny watching her.

Finally Sam calmed sufficiently and Jenni decided to have a little harmless fun at Sam’s expense. “So, are you having fun so far?” Jenni asked, as she reached out to caress Sam’s breast. Sam’s reply, if it had been understandable, would not have been fit to print.

“Are you trying to figure out how you can get me back when and if I let you loose?” Again the muffled sounds that certainly weren’t wishing Jenni a Happy Birthday streamed from behind the silk packing. “Will it be as much fun as this?” More stifled grunts and speech that had a venomous tone to its sound. “Of course that assumes that I’ll let you loose at all. I kinda like this. I might just keep you like this. I mean, it isn’t like they’ll miss you at work, and Tom and Jason won’t be home for another two weeks. Of course there is the question of the cleaning service. I guess I could stuff you in the corner of the closet and throw a bunch of coats on you, or maybe I could smuggle you out to your SUV and hide you in the back while the cleaning service is here, with a little something to keep you occupied, of course.”

As the next torrent of muffled epithets streamed out from around the gag, Jenni slammed both controllers to their maximum. Sam’s verbal tirade ended in a scream of surprise, followed by a resigning groan as if to say “Oh God, here we go again!” The rocking soon followed, then the grunts then the whimpers, then the squeals.

And so it went for the next hour and forty five minutes. Sam was beginning to feel a little like a carousel horse, up and down, up and down, over and over and over. For her part, Jenni was taking way too much pleasure teasing Sam with words or scarves, or scraping her fingernails across her straining nipples, or tickling the soles of her feet or her sides. Then without warning, she’d drive Sam toward the orgasm that never seemed like it would happen, only to yank her back from the edge just when it seemed like she might finally make it. It was brutal.

Of course Sam, having lost all track of time, had resigned herself to the fact that Jenni was never going to let her achieve the release she so desperately wanted. She was tired and sweaty, she was mentally exhausted from the roller coaster ride she’d endured, she was stiff from being bound and the physical exertions of her struggles, she was hoarse from her groaning, moaning, and shrieking, and she was sure that her sex was swollen to the size of a watermelon. But she’d gladly endure all of that and more, if Jenni would just let her cum. Fortunately for Sam, her two hours were just about up. Of course she had no way of knowing that.

For the last 10 minutes of the two hours, Jenni worked hard to keep Sam wound up the entire time. The plug vibrated on ever-changing speeds, thanks to Jenni’s manipulating fingers. The tickling and teasing went up a notch, too. Jenni used everything at her disposal to keep Sam at the very edge of her wits. It was not easy for Jenni to do, as she found it hard to not just step back and watch Sam, who was the very vision of bound sexuality.

Poor Sam was so far gone that her struggles were little more than feeble jerks and twitches, waving fingers and shifting of the shoulders. Her groans of pleasure had transformed into shrieks as Jenni continued to drive her upward. It wasn’t until she went sailing over the edge into her first orgasm that Sam noticed anything was different, and by then she was off to the races.

Jenni slammed the controllers up to their highest setting, laid the controller down and just watched her friend. Sam’s whole body went rigid, attempting involuntarily to straighten up, but being brought up short yet again by her bondage. For a second she was completely silent, and then it started. Had she not been fastened to the bedposts, Sam may have risen straight up off the bed. She wailed into her gag as the first orgasm caught fire inside her. She bucked and heaved violently, straining the scarves that bound her and coming no closer to freedom than she had for the last two hours. Finally, the first orgasm started to subside, but Jenni left the controllers on high and pulled up a chair to watch the remainder of her friend’s time in captivity.

The second orgasm started before the first one was even finished and the concerto of sound and movement replayed itself again as Sam rode the crest of the wave. Her nostrils flared as she fought to get sufficient air, but still she shrieked and screamed through the second orgasm. Then a third, even quicker than the second, and a fourth and fifth until they ran together so much that Jenni couldn’t tell where the last one ended and the next one began.

In a very short period of time, Sam’s previously coordinated efforts had taken a turn for the worse. She was jerking and heaving very spastically, the concerted efforts to struggle against her bonds now reduced to a series of involuntary muscle movements. Her rhythmic grunts and moans, previously timed with her struggles and other body movements now sounded like weak little whines and whimpers as her body succumbed to the exhausting series of orgasms. It seemed to Jenni like Sam was fading fast.

Slowly and gently, Jenni began to untie her friend. First the four scarves tied to the bedposts, holding her in the middle of the bed, then the scarf that ran from her crossed legs, through the scarves covering her breasts, through the scarf at her waist and down between her legs around her wrists and tied off at her elbows. It was also the scarf that held her implement of torture, the fat little plug of a vibrator, in place. Once released from that bent-over position, Sam slowly sat up straight. Well, almost straight, as her long arms once again got in the way of her sitting erect.

As Jenni tipped Sam over on her side to remove the vibrator, she gently eased the knobby intruder out of her friend, who let out a long low moan as it was removed. It was glistening, coated with her fluids to the point where it was almost dripping. Jenni discarded the now silent toy on the nightstand, tipped Sam back upright and went about untying her friend the rest of the way.

Jenni picked at the knots binding her friend and as she removed her bonds she tried to massage the places where the scarves had marked her flesh as gently and smoothly as she could. Each knot untied brought a moan or a gasp from behind the gag still in place. After several minutes, her legs were untied and Sam slowly straightened them out, groaning all the while. More massaging, and then more untying and after fifteen more minutes Sam was free. She collapsed on the bed as Jenni struggled to untie the scarf holding the gag packing in place, followed by the blindfold.

Even though it was only 10:00 PM, Jenni knew that Sam was done for the night. After helping a wobbly-legged Sam to the bathroom to clean up a little, they talked to each other for the first time in over two hours (okay Jenni had been talking and, for that matter Sam had been talking too, it was just that no one could have understood what she was saying).

Jenni started the conversation as Sam flopped on the bed, exhausted. “So how was it? Did I do a good job?”

Sam was almost too spent to answer her. “That was amazing. If I could have gotten loose, I would have rung your neck. But I couldn’t, so I had to endure it. You did an amazing job for a beginner. Are you sure you’ve never don’t this before?”

“No I promise. Was it really that good? It seemed like you were really having a good time.” Jenni giggled.

Okay, I’ll tell you what. If you’re up to it, tomorrow I’ll cook up something even better for you. We can try something a little more restrictive, if you think you can handle it.” Sam replied, with a sly smile on her face.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I can handle it. Just no rough stuff, okay?”

“I promise. I’ll just tie you up really tight and make you wish you hadn’t agreed to it. That is, until I make you come.”

“Okay, but for now you need to get some sleep. Let’s get you in bed.”

Jenni struggled to get Sam under the covers and tucked her in between the silk sheets. As she bent forward and gently kissed Sam on the forehead, she realized that Sam was already asleep. Jenni couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

CLICK!!

That had seemed so long ago. Jenni shifted slightly, feeling the weights dangle from the rubber bands attached to the slipknots of ribbon on her nipples. As the weights bobbed and swayed, the slipknots tightened slightly more and a groan seeped out around the foam ball and through the silk of the hood. Jenni had to look in the mirrors to see herself, she couldn’t even look down. The blue silk-covered posture collar made sure of that. It was foam-lined covered in the same bright blue silk as the hood she wore (along with the dark blue piping around the edges) , and it held her head erect, unable to turn from side to side, unable to look down…or up for that matter. It came up under her chin and held her mouth closed around the foam ball (as if the hood didn’t do a good enough job of that already) and it came up behind her head as well. It ended at just under her ears on the side and made quite an effective package. And it was snug, laced tightly enough to be firm, but not to choke her. After all their time together, she knew Sam would never do that.

Of course that didn’t take into account the knee high blue silk ballet boots with the extra flap that kept each leg folded double.

CLICK!!

But then again, she never knew Sam could do this to her until three months ago!