Ladies of leisure (F/FF)

[suedenym]

Three friends in their 50s and 60s have some fun.

”is that too tight dear?”

Carol squirmed in the chair, the rope digging slightly into her wrists as she nodded. Her breaths grew shallower as she felt the knots tighten.

Kathy looked over at Christine, her eyes wide with excitement. She had been eager to try this new activity with her friends for weeks now. Christine, with a knowing smirk, adjusted the last knot, ensuring it was snug but not uncomfortable. "Perfect," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

The room was dimly lit, with candles flickering on the coffee tab,emand wall units, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The scent of vanilla filled the air from the candles, adding to the ambiance of the scene. Carol's heart raced as she tested the ropes, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was definitely a first for her, and she wasn't sure what to expect.

Her curvy figure was on full display in the black knickers, her ample breasts bobbing flopping wildly as she wrighled and rolled round on the rug. The ropes around her chest, positioned above and below, hugged her tightly, accentuating the soft swells of her cleavage. The ropes around her upper arms and wrists kept her hands bound behind her back, leaving her feeling both vulnerable and strangely empowered. Her legs were elegantly crossed at the ankles, with more ropes looping around them just above and below her knees, cinching her thighs together and emphasizing her shapely calves.

Kathy watched with a mischievous glint in her eyes as Christine approached with a red, velvety ball gag in hand. The sight of it made Carol's breath hitch, but she nodded her consent. Christine leaned down, her touch gentle despite the firmness of the binds, and began to fasten the gag around Carol's head. The leather straps felt cool and smooth against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth that was building within her. As the ball filled her mouth, muffling any sound she might make, she felt a rush of excitement surge through her body.

Christine took a step back to survey her work. "Looks like someone's ready for a bit of fun," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. Kathy couldn't help but chuckle, her cheeks flushing with anticipation. They had discussed this moment for so long, and now it was finally happening. The room grew quiet, save for the crackle of the candles and the occasional squeak from the floorboards beneath their feet.

Christine picked up a clean white sock and roll of silver tape, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She sauntered over to where Carol sat, her breathing now rapid and shallow. The fabric was cool against Carol's skin as Christine slid it into her mouth. It filled her mouth completely as Christine slowly packed itbin, the softness a stark contrast to the firmness of the ropes yet firmly pinning the tongue down. Carol's eyes widened as the sock was pushed in further, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned back, letting the older woman take control. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.

With the sock in place, Christine began to wrap tape carefully around Carol's head, sealing her mouth shut. She made sure it was tight enough to keep the gag from slipping, but not so tight that it would hurt. Kathy watched intently, her own heart racing as she took in the sight of her friend's bound and gagged form. The silver tape glinted in the candlelight, and a soft moan escaped Carol's lips, muffled by the sock.

Christine took a moment to appreciate her handiwork before moving on to the next part of their little game. She knelt down and began to tickle Carol's bare feet, her fingers dancing over the dried skin. Carol's eyes grew wide and she squirmed on the floor, trying to pull her feet away but only managing to kick the air. Her giggles were muffled by the gag, but her body language was clear – she was absolutely loving it.

Then, Christine's hand moved to Carol's bum, giving it a playful smack. The sound echoed through the room, and Kathy couldn't help but let out a small gasp. The redness spread across Carol's cheek like a blossoming flower, and she bucked her hips in response. Christine's smirk grew wider as she watched the blonde's reactions, clearly enjoying the power she had over her friend. She gave the other cheek a quick tap, eliciting another giggle and a wiggle.

Next, Christine's fingers traveled up to Carol's chest, where they paused on her naked breasts. With a twinkle in her eye, she pinched the soft flesh of her nipple, rolling it gently between her thumb and forefinger. Carol's eyes shot open, and she let out a muffled squeal through the gag. Her body arched off the chair, pushing her breasts further out. Kathy's mouth fell open slightly, watching the intimate scene unfold before her. The air grew thick with excitement, and she felt a warmth spread through her own body.

Christine didn't stop there. She moved her hand lower, skimming over the soft, plush mound of Carol's belly before delving into the waistband of her knickers. Carol's eyes went wide again, and she squirmed, trying to anticipate Christine's next move. But Christine was unpredictable, her hands deft and teasing. She slid a finger into the fabric, tickling Carol's skin as it slid down to the apex of her thighs.

"What about me?" Kathy called out, her voice breathy with desire. She had been watching the scene unfold, her own arousal building. Sitting on the sofa in her red knee length nightdress and sheer black hold ups. Her arms were behind her back, crossed at the wrists where they were held in place by crissxcrossed silver tape.

Christine looked over and grinned, her eyes dark with lust. She stood up, her own body tense with excitement. “Kneel on the floor sweetie!”

Kathy nodded eagerly and shuffled over to Carol, her nightie riding up to reveal the fullness of her ass, her stocking tops gripping her legs just below the cheeks of her bottom. She knelt down and leaned over Carol’s bound body, her heavy breasts pressing into the blonde’s chest. The friction of the fabric against her erect nipples made her gasp.

Christine approached with the second sock and the silver tape, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She slid the sock into Kathy’s mouth, the brunette's tongue darting out to taste the fabric. It was cold and wet, and she felt a thrill as it filled her mouth completely. Christine's touch was firm but gentle, wrapping the tape around Kathy's head with practiced ease. The sound of the tape unfurling was the only sound in the room, adding to the tension that had built up like a coiled spring.

Once Kathy's mouth was secured, Christine moved to her ankles. The tape touched the sheer nylon, sending shivers up her legs as she felt the first loop encircle her. The tension grew as Christine wound the tape around, tighter and tighter, until her feet were bound together. She could feel the heat of her own breath within the confines of the gag, the soft fabric of her nightie brushing against her face as she leaned in closer to Carol.

Next, Christine's focus shifted to Kathy's knees. With a swift motion, she applied the tape below the joint, securing it tightly. The sound of it sticking to the fabric was oddly comforting, and Kathy felt a strange sense of security in her vulnerability. The tension grew as the tape continued to wrap around, ensuring she couldn't spread her legs even if she wanted to. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breaths muffled by the sock and tape.

Moving upward, Christine taped Kathy's thighs together, just above the knees. The material was sticky, and the tension in her legs grew with every pass. She felt her nightie riding up even further, exposing her lacy red knickers. The heat of the tape on her skin was a complement to the warmth that was building within her. With her legs now bound, she was forced into a submissive position, as Christine made her lie face diwn next to Carol on the rug.

Christine, dressed casually in a red t-shirt and well-worn jeans, stepped over the two bound women, her bare feet finding purchase on the soft carpet. She took a moment to appreciate the sight before her - two mature, beautiful women, their bodies bound and at her mercy. With a wicked glint in her eye, she placed one foot on the small of Kathy's back, pressing down gently but firmly. Kathy squirmed, her face flushing with arousal.

Then, with deliberate slowness, Christine lifted her other foot and placed it on the side of Carol's face, the arch pressing against the blonde's cheek. Carol's eyes rolled up to meet hers, a silent plea for mercy that Christine found utterly irresistible. She chuckled, her voice low and seductive. "Ready for more, darling?"

Kathy sat down on the carpet infront of the two friends, legs out straight, and rubbed her bare feet on their faces. Her toes, painted a vibrant shade of crimson, brushed against their skin. Carol's eyes watered, and she tried to shake her head, but the tape and the ropes kept her in place. The sensation was strange, but not entirely unpleasant. The roughness of Kathy's soles against her skin was a gentle caress, a stark contrast to the softness of the carpet beneath her.

Kathy's feet smelled faintly of mint from the lotion she'd used earlier that morning, a scent that was now mingling with the vanilla from the candles. She took her time, moving her feet back and forth, watching the expressions on their faces. Carol's eyes fluttered closed as she took deep breaths through her nose, trying to ignore the sock stuffed into her mouth. The pressure from Kathy's foot on her face was surprisingly comforting, the warmth of it spreading through her body.

Christine couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her toes tracing patterns on Carol's face. "You know," she said, her voice a purr, "I've been thinking about this moment for a long time. And now it's here, and you're both just so... delicious.". With that she stould up and moved round to her friends feet. She leaned firward, her lips parting to reveal the warm wetness of her mouth as she took the tip of Carol's big toe into her mouth. The blonde's eyes shot open wide, and she tried to jerk away, but the ropes held firm. Christine sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the digit before moving to the next. She took her time, savoring the taste of Carol's skin and the faint smell of her perfume that lingered.

Moving to Kathy, she traced a line of kisses up the arch of her foot before reaching the nylon-covered toes. The fabric was smooth under her tongue, the slight resistance of the material making her mouth water even more. She took one toe into her mouth, the slight swearty/salty taste of the stocking mingling with the strawberry scent of Kathy's lotion. The brunette's foot twitched as Christine's tongue danced around the fabric, teasing the sensitive skin beneath.

Kathy's eyes rolled back in her head, the sensation of Christine's mouth on her toes sending waves of pleasure through her body. She had never been more turned on in her life, the combination of the ropes, the gag, and now this intimate act making her pulse race. Her body was a canvas of sensations, each one more intense than the last.

Christine's tongue danced over the sheer nylon of Kathy's stocking, the fabric a barrier that only heightened the sensitivity of the skin beneath. She could feel every movement, every stroke, as Christine paid homage to her feet. The tension in the room was palpable, the candlelight flickering across their bound forms casting shadows that seemed to dance in time with their ragged breaths.

Carol's eyes were wide with shock, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps as Christine suddenly grabbed her foot and stuck her tongue between one toe and the next. Each kiss, each lick, each suckle sent jolts of pleasure up her legs, making her squirm even more, her erect nipples tubbing on the carpet as she squirmed. The ropes held firm, and the feeling if restraint touching on pain with every movement she made heightened her ariusal even more.

Christine’s hand dived into her own jeans and she began to moan softly. Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and eager, and she began to rub it in slow circles. She needed more, she knew it. The sight of her friends bound and at her mercy was more than she could handle. She looked at Kathy, her eyes pleading. "You're so beautiful," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Do you like watching?"

Kathy nodded, her eyes glued to the scene before her. Christine's hand came out if her jeans. “We need to take this up a notch.” She said standing. Then pulling Kathy to her feet. She swung her hand back, landing a spank on her friends bottom. “This way.” She said, spanking her friend a few more times as she hopped on her tape bound legs out if the lounge and towards the bedroom.

Carol rolled on the floor screaming into her gad as she watched the pair disssapear.