Stories of Tie Up Games

CHRISTINE’S DOMME


Chapter 1 – In the Dark

Let’s take a look at a condominium complex at the outskirts of one of the major commercial and financial districts in the city. Taking an elevator at Building A to the eighth floor, we get to Unit 815. It is a fairly large unit with two bedrooms, a common bathroom, and an open area that serves as a combination living room, dining area and kitchen. There’s even a broom closet beside the entrance. Looking around, we can see that the unit is well-maintained and its décor shows a definite feminine touch to it.

Unit 815 is dark and quiet now, but there seems to be some strange noises coming from one of the bedrooms. If we opened the door, the room is dark except for a quaint and lit lampshade in one corner of the room. It casts a feeble glow of light and we can see a comfortable-looking bed, a neat work table with a laptop on it (lid closed). Except for the hum of the air conditioner, the room is quiet except for muted grunts.

On the floor lay a woman. She is taller than average at 9 inches over five feet. She has been stripped down to her underwear of white bra and thong panties. Her body is shapely if a bit full-figured. Her skin is like alabaster and unblemished. Her hair is brown and shoulder-length. Christine Andrade is an attractive woman, but her lovely face is concealed beneath a wide satin blindfold wrapped around her head. Her mouth is sealed with several strips of white tape. The tape seals in a sponge ball that has been jammed into her mouth. Her grunts of struggle are thus muted.

Her exposed body has been rendered helpless by a generous amount of rope used to bind her. Her wrists are tied behind her back with lots of rope. Her elbows are pressed closely together. More rope has been passed around her body pinning her arms to her body. Her somewhat plump legs are bound at the ankles, upper calves and thighs. Her ankles and wrists have been connected rendering her legs bent so that she is unable to stand. She can only roll on the carpeted floor, completely helpless.

She rolls over on one side exposing the front of her body. Looking closely, one can see a doubled rope wound around her waist and brought between her legs. It presses into her concealed womanhood. Because this crotchrope has been connected insidiously to her wrist ropes, every struggle and tug would saw the rope deeply between her legs. As a result, her white panties have become damp from her exertions.

Christine groans helplessly as she rolls the other way. Her legs try to straightens but this reminds her of the crotchrope and she gives a muted wail as the rope does its naughty job. She rolls facedown once again and the crotchrope bites into her again. She has been bound for a long time now and her mind has been overwhelmed with feelings of helplessness and pleasure. Her struggles seem beyond her conscious control and she has cum several times already.

How did she end up this way and who tied her up?

Would you like to know?

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I apologize for being away for so long, but the pressures of work beckoned. I finally managed to think of a story worthy to be posted here.

@LunaDog
@charliesmith
@AlexUSA3

I most certainly would!

Look forward to seeing what you have to come!!

Nice, teasing introduction to an interesting tale. You've definitely got us hook-line-and-sinker on this one.

My only complaint is the use of the colors on the story and chapter titles: I can't see them on light theme.

(2 hours ago)

Christine looked in the mirror and was not happy. She wasn’t a happy camper at all. She looked at her image with critical scrutiny and frowned. Her face was attractive enough, though a bit round. Her shoulders were wide. Her breasts were large and shapely. She frowned even deeper when her eyes alit on her somewhat thick waist and wide hips. Her hands stroked her not-so-flat belly.

“What the blazes are you doing…critiquing yourself again?” asked Donna. She stood at a shade over five feet with short black hair, pretty-faced, with sharp features. Her body was trim and athletic owing to her regimen of exercise. She had recently discovered jujitsu and her movements were lithe and cat-like.

“Like for the nth time…you are lovely just the way you are!” exclaimed Donna. She flopped down on the bed. She wore a crop-top and gym shorts. Her arms crossed over her small breasts and frowned at her friend.

Christine sighed and softly said, “I really should lose a few pounds. I wish I was as dedicated to exercise and dieting as you!”

Donna snorted and replied, “I told you to take baby steps, but you backslide easily, Chris!”

“I know, I know,” said Chris morosely. Then she looked over her shoulder at her best friend and continued with, “Maybe I ought to be punished, eh?”

Donna’s frown transformed into a naughty grin and she said, “Ah, so that’s the way it is!” She snickered, bounced off the bed and was back with a large backpack which she promptly opened. She pulled out a length of neatly bundled white cord and began to unravel it. She then said, in a commanding voice, “OK Chris…you know the drill! Strip down to your undies!”

Chris shrugged off the tank top that she was wearing and then removed her denim shorts. She stood before Donna in her translucent white bra with matching high-cut panties. She then stood once more, looking in the mirror as if seeing her barely-clad body for the first time.

Donna took Chris’ hands and positioned them palm to palm before skillfully binding and cinching her wrists together behind her back. Chris grunted as Donna tightened the knots. Rope was wound around her elbows bringing her arms closer together. This served to alter Chris’ posture and she thrust her chest proudly forward. Her breathing quickened and she could feel her nipples harden.

Donna apparently took notice as she paused and stood on the bed looking over Chris’ shoulder at the mirror. Her hands strayed to the front of her captive and began softly caressing the lovely mounds. Her fingers tweaked the turgid nipples and Chris sighed with pleasure.

It was an unseemly tableau. The tall and bosomy woman being dominated by her petite friend was a sight to behold.

“Enough of this! I wanna finish tying you up!” snapped Donna as she jumped off the bed before taking a very long length of rope and skillfully wound it around her captive’s body and passing the ends over her shoulders and fashioning a rope harness that framed Chris’ breasts beautifully.

Then, Donna wound a doubled piece of rope around Chris’ waist before bringing it between her creamy thighs. She slowly pulled on the crotchrope until her prisoner was squirming before tying it off.

“Oooh, that’s tight, Donna!” complained Chris before she gasped out loud as she moved her arms. Donna had attached her crotchrope to her wrist bonds so that pulling on her arms would tighten her crotchrope. Her cries were then stifled as Donna stuffed a large sponge into her mouth before sealing it in with several broad strips of white tape.

Flopping down in a chair, Donna smirked before saying, “Is that snug enough for ya? Let’s see you get off with that rope sawing through your hot pussy!”

Chris needed no more encouragement as she squirmed and twisted. Every movement brought forth more waves of ecstatic agony from her nether regions. She bent forward as if succumbing to a shot to the stomach. She straightened with an anguished look on her face. Slowly, her lovely white skin assumed a glossy film of sweat. Chris moaned pitifully as she ground her hips and pulled at her joyrope. Her gyrations became more frantic until she let out with a long groan as her orgasm was ripped from her. She sat down on the bed, sweaty and spent.

Silently, Donna got up from her chair and helped Chris to the floor. She bound the taller woman’s legs together at ankles, knees and thighs before hogtying her. A sleep mask was then used to cover her eyes.

“I think I’ll grab a cup of coffee at Stabucks. I’ll be back in an hour or so!” said Donna as she switched off the lights and went out.

Christine lay on the floor listening for the telltale click of the front door. When it came, her head slumped down. She had never felt so helpless and alone in her life.

Then, she remembered the crotchrope and she started her frenetic struggles anew.

Chris thought, “Maybe being alone isn’t so bad! I wonder how many orgasms I can have before Donna comes back?” She giggled to herself.

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@LunaDog

@AlexUSA3 I will endeavour to modify the colors.

@charliesmith

Doesn't Donna know better than to abandon a captive like that, let alone a gagged one, especially one with a stuffed gag? It's one thing to leave the room (which is risky), but Donna needs someone to give her a Lew Rubens demo video for her next birthday.

Well, i said that i wanted you to continue, and boy, did you NOT disappoint! Superb as ever!

As for not abandoning a bound partner? Well, yes that is true, one shouldn't. But this is fiction, and not real life.

Finally, Chris heard the front door open and footsteps drawing closer. The bedroom door opened.

“So, didya miss me?” asked Donna. Chris could only mumble weakly in reply.

“Sorry I took so long. I decided against going to Starbucks and settled for our lobby coffee shop. There was a bit of a line, though!” explained Donna, “Also, you’ll be glad to know that the webcam transmitted your sexy image to my phone just in case. I almost forgot the coffee to get back here!” Donna chuckled.

Chris felt Donna draw near and suddenly, her hogtie rope was untied. She felt Donna’s warm hands grasp her bare legs and slowly straighten them. She sighed gratefully. The ropes binding her legs together were removed. Her blindfold was removed and she was rolled faceup. Fortunately, Donna did not turn on the room light but kept the corner lamp for illumination. She mumbled a, “Thank you!” to which Donna smiled. Donna then groped Chris’ sodden panties before saying, “Oh my! Aren’t we wet down here. Here, better take them off!”

Chris shook her head and tried to complain, but Donna merely silenced her with a finger on her gagged lips and said, “Really, dear, you know that you can’t do anything to stop me!” And so Chris’ sensitive parts were exposed. Her hairless slit glistened wetly in the semi-gloom.

“Here, let me help you up!” said Donna as she lifted her friend by lifting her under her bound arms even as she struggled to get her feet under her. Finally, Chris sat down on the bed facing the mirror. Donna stood up to flick on the reading lamp with the flexible neck and shone it on her bound roommate.

“What a lovely work of art you are, my dear!” said Donna as she ogled her bound roommate sitting on the bed. Chris looked into the mirror and beheld her helplessness even as Donna mounted the bed and went behind her. She looked down helplessly as her strapless bra was removed, baring her ample breasts.

Donna softly caressed Chris’ breasts and pinched her nipples as she said, “You are so lovely and sexy dear! So helpless and succulent!” Donna planted butterfly kisses on the side of Chris’ neck even as her hands continued to explore her helpless captive’s body.

“You really turn me on when you are tied up like this, dear rope slave! I just want to touch you forever!” enthused Donna. Chris stared at the mirror as if hypnotized by the spectacle of her plus-sized nude body being fondled by her roomie and best friend. Petite dominatrix and large submissive reveled in each other’s sexual aura.

Finally, Chris’ gag was removed and she was rewarded by a sip of cold latte. It took a few minutes for her to find her voice and asked, “So, what else are you going to do to me?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you want to know? First, I am going to untie you, then you are going to get cleaned up. After this, you will report promptly back here!” replied Donna.

After being released, Chris took a quick shower, careful not to wet her wavy hair before heading back to the bedroom. There, she found Donna waiting by the side of the bed, completely naked, revealing her lean and toned body. Her small breasts heaved, obviously excited.

“Now get on the bed, dear! I have to tie you up again!” commanded Donna.

Chris got on the bed and soon, her wrists and ankles were tied to the four corners of the bed.

“Now, let’s see…what can I do to you, now?” asked Donna.

“Whatever you want, darling! I’m all yours now!” replied Chris.

As Donna lay down on top of her helpless captive, Chris remembered how their unique relationship started.

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Thank you @AlexUSA3 for your reminder, but if you notice, Donna had a webcam installed so Chris wasn't alone! But thank you for the safety tip!

As usual @LunaDog, thank you for your encouragement. I really appreciate it!

Guys, I am thinking of including 3 installments or "acts" per chapter. This will give me time to assemble a more thorough story per chapter. I hope you'll like it.

Well, once again you've shown that you DESERVE it!

LunaDog wrote: 10 months ago Well, once again you've shown that you DESERVE it!

Absolutely! I agree totally with @LunaDog !

Chapter 2 – My Friend, Donna

“Hi, may I join you?

Christine looked up from her lunch in the office cafeteria and saw a petite young lady wearing a matching set of navy blue skirt and blazer. She wore a white blouse underneath. She wore minimal makeup but her fresh and young face did not need much augmentation. Chris motioned for the woman to join her.

“Hi! I’m Donna!” extending her hand. Christine took the hand and was surprised at the strength of the grip from so small a frame.

“Christine! But, please call me Chris.”

Donna smiled an impish smile and went on to work on her substantial meal. Chris stared down at her sandwich and salad and seemed mildly surprised at the disparity of their meal sizes.

As if sensing her thoughts, Donna said, “I need to keep my protein up. I’m trying to up my lifts. I started powerlifting six months ago and been working at it ever since,” said Donna as she paused from munching on her meal.

From this chance meeting, the two got to see more of each other during lunch. They worked in different departments. Donna was in Marketing while Chris worked in IT.

One day, Donna commented, “You look tired today, Chris.”

Chris yawned before answering, “Yeah. I woke up late today and ran into traffic on my commute. It’s sometimes a strain to wake up super early just to beat the rush hour traffic. I wish I could find a place nearer to the office, but can’t find a place!”

Donna smiled and said, “Say, I got an extra room at my place and it’s only 15 minutes away! My roomie is leaving end of the month. You won’t need to rush! Whaddaya say?”

“Are you sure it’s ok?” asked Chris.

“Sure! It’ll be great!” said Donna.

And so it was that Chris and Donna shared the condo and Chris indeed found it convenient. The two hit it off even though they had different interests. Donna liked to run, go to the gym and binge watch on Netflix while Chris would curl up in a corner and read a book or surf social media.

Things began to change when Chris left her laptop open to a bondage chat room she was logged into on the dining room table. Although Chris quickly came back and retrieved the laptop, she wasn’t sure if Donna had managed a peek. Another time, she had left her phone on the couch and its browser was open to the Stories of Tie Up Games page.

It all came to a head when Chris decided to indulge in some self-bondage while Donna was away for the day. She put on a tank top and shorts over her undies and got her duffel bag of “goodies.” She tied and cinched her ankles together as well as her thighs just above the knees. She gagged herself with a strip of cloth and put on a black sleep mask. She then took handcuffs and cuffed her wrists behind her back. She then lay back on the bed and began to let her imagination run wild.

Chris was in the midst of moaning and grinding her crotch into her bed when she suddenly heard the front door open! In her panic, she groped around for the handcuff key but knocked it to the floor. She could hear Donna’s voice, “Yo, Chris! I decided to knock off early today! Ya wanna get a coffee or something?”

Frantically, Chris struggled and managed to land on the floor before resuming her quest for the elusive key. Finally, the bedroom door opened and Donna exclaimed, “OMG, Chris! What happened? Who did this to you?”

Donna helped Chris sit up and removed her blindfold and gag. Her face showed concern as she asked again, “Chris! Chris! You ok? Did someone break in?”

Chris took a deep breath before slowly answering, “No, no! No one broke in. I…I did this to myself.”

It was then that Donna saw the handcuff keys on the floor and looked back at Chris. She took the keys and released her friend realizing what the latter had done. She then silently left the room.

Chris frantically freed herself of the handcuffs and ropes before rushing out of the bedroom. She found Donna staring out the window.

Meekly, Chris approached her friend before saying, “I’m sorry Donna. So sorry for not telling you! I understand if you’d rather kick me out because of my weirdness.”

Donna shook her head before turning around, “No need for that Chris! I sorta knew about your kink but I never dreamed you were really into…that! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Chris looked down and answered, “I…I didn’t know if you would still be my friend after…you knew?”

Donna approached her roommate slowly and hugged her tightly, “My dear friend, I understand your not wanting to tell me, but what you did today was dangerous! What if something really happened to you when you were tied up and I didn’t arrive early?”

“You’re right! I am sorry and I promise not to do it again!” said Chris.

Donna raised her hand and said, “You don’t seem to understand Chris! The next time you do this will be under my supervision! That way I will make sure that you are safe!”

Chris goggled at her roommate before squeaking, “Really? Are you into this too?”

Donna then smiled naughtily and said, “Wrong again, friend! I like tying people up! So, off to the bedroom with ya!” She shoved her taller roommate into the bedroom.

Soon, Chris struggled on the bed as Donna looked on at her helpless friend.

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@LunaDog
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@beeblebrox883

Pardon this interlude dear readers but it's part 1 of a new chapter!

(I had a bit of inspiration, readers, so here's Part 2 of Chapter 2)

“So what do you get out of…this?” asked Chris.

“You kidding? Who wouldn’t want to tie up a sexy babe like you? I love tying people up!” answered Donna even as she tied Chris’ wrists behind her back with a generous amount of white rope. She had opted to use Chris’ bag of supplies today.

“Me? Sexy?” chuckled Chris, “Look again, girl! I’m fat! Not exactly a figure that would attract boys to date me!” Chris squirmed on the couch and tested her bonds and was satisfied that she was held fast.

Donna went before her friend and tipped her chin up to look her in the eye, “Now, listen! You are an attractive young woman! Get off that self-pity shit! From now on, you are beautiful, sexy and attractive!” Donna then bent down to bind Chris’ ankles together.

“Yes, ma’am!” said Chris as she looked down to see her legs being bound into immobility.

“Seriously! Your skin is flawless! Your boobs are just right! Your face is incredible especially with the right makeup!” scolded Donna.

Chris kept quiet and tested her bonds and found that she was going nowhere fast. She looked up and said, “I hear you, but you’re my friend!”

Donna stood back with her arms crossed and said, “Right! I am your friend and you can trust me to tell you the truth! If you can’t accept that…”

Chris looked down and blushed slightly before she found herself being made to kneel facing the couch.

“Since you don’t seem to want to accept your friend’s word, then maybe your mistress can persuade you!” growled Donna.

“What do you mean? Ow!” yelped Chris as Donn landed a blow on her backside, “What the heck?!”

“Yeah, that’s right! I am going to give you a spanking until you admit you’re a lovely woman!” said Donna as she landed another blow on the other cheek.

“Ow! Oh! Yow!” exclaimed Chris as more blows landed on her derriere.

“Now, will you say it?” asked Donna.

Despite her protests, Chris could feel herself getting turned on by the bondage and spanking. She shook her head and was answered by more spanks. Her cries were then muffled by a gag tied firmly to cover her mouth.

More blows landed and Chris wriggled her ample backside as if daring Donna to continue her assault. Finally, Chris seemed to collapse onto the couch and when Donna asked her again, “Now, tell me…are you a sexy and attractive young girl?” Chris grunted and nodded her head. Her gag was removed.

“Oh, Donna, my butt is on fire! But it felt good being spanked! Can I be untied now?” asked Chris.

Donna answered, “Ok, but from now on, I will say when you get to be tied up and punished. I will keep on saying what a lovely woman you are. You are to obey me and call me mistress when I demand it! Understood?”

“Yes…mistress!” responded Chris.

When she was finally untied, part of her mind wondered what she was letting herself in for.

(Back to the Present and a Trip Down Memory Lane)

Chris tested the ropes binding her wrists to the corners of her bed and found herself thoroughly restrained. She looked down and marveled at the sight of her almost-naked body on the bed. She lay with her arms spread wide and wearing nothing but her white panties. Meanwhile, her captor stood beside the bed slowly removing her clothes until her magnificently-toned and tanned body was fully on display.

Donna stretched and flexed, reveling in her nudity. She looked down at her captive and asked, “Like what you see?”

“Uh huh!” was all that Chris could utter as she licked her lips. Donna then took hold of Chris’ panties before pulling them down, thus thoroughly exposing her prisoner.

Chris looked on docilely as Donna took one of her legs and pulled it towards one corner of the bed before securing her ankles with more rope. Soon, she lay on the bed, spreadeagled, exposed and helpless. Donna crawled onto the bed and went between her splayed legs. Slowly, her head disappeared between Chris’ legs and Chris suddenly felt a wonderful intrusion into her exposed womanhood. Expertly, Donna used her tongue and fingers to bring her roommate to arousal.

Chris could only pant and grunt in mounting excitement and uttered, “Oooh, that feels so good, mistress!”

Donna suddenly withdrew and bounded off the bed with the agility of a panther. She returned with a length of rope which she brandished before saying, “Not yet, sweetie! One more piece of rope to use!”

Working with quick efficiency, Donna fashioned a crotchrope which dug into Chris’ vulnerable slit, eliciting more moans of pleasure from her helpless captive.

“There! Tight enough for ya?” asked Donna as she pulled on the joyrope, causing Chris to writhe helplessly in her bonds.

“Tell me something, Chris, how did you get to like being tied up?” asked Donna as she continued to fiddle with the crotchrope.

Chris gasped before answering, “It started with my cousins. They were brothers and they roped me into their games. They were the robbers and I was the victim. Or they were Indians capturing the white squaw. Or I was the captured spy. They were very creative and I ended up tied to chairs, trees, and posts. They were the ones who first hogtied me. I eventually started to look forward to being their victim and I could tell they were having fun…with the bulge in their pants!” Chris and Donna chuckled.

“That’s it? Then you drove yourself into tie up games?” inquired Donna.

“Then there were Tommy and Jeff. They were two neighborhood boys who also loved to tie me up. We became kinda close because I was the only girl who easily indulged their games. I also noticed how their hands would accidentally brush against my legs or my breasts while they were tying me up. They also had those bulges in their pants!” More laughter.

“But your being tied up never became a sexual thing?” asked Donna as she began to apply a vibrating wand onto Chris’ crotchrope producing more moans from the latter before she could continue her tale.

“In college, I met a girl named Barbara. She was a beautiful and brainy person who never dated. I eventually found out that she was a lesbian and she convinced me to get tied up. She taught me the pleasures that a woman could bring. Unfortunately, we lost touch after graduation.”

Soon, the vibrations between her legs made it impossible to say more and Chris was soon reduced to a brainless and writhing mass on the bed. Donna untied the sodden crotchrope and renewed the assault on Chris’ helpless body. She swarmed all over the helpless woman’s body using her mouth to suck at nipples. Her hands explored Chris’ lovely skin. Soon, she was back between Chris’ legs using her expert mouth.

Unfortunately, Donna paused and slid beside her victim and bit lightly on one stiffened nipple.

“Please, please, mistress! May I cum?” pleaded Chris only to have Donna cover her mouth with one hand.

“Quiet, slave! You need to wait a bit longer!” admonished Donna as she fetched a ballgag to silence her slave. She left the room leaving her bound victim in a highly aroused state. Chris tried to shout to call her back but the ballgag muffled her cries.

Donna returned with a flesh-colored dildo. She slowly inserted this into Chris’ sopping slit and slowly pumped away even as her fingers diddled her own pussy. Chris moaned helplessly with her eyes closed, thoroughly enjoying the invasion of her private parts. Soon, both of them were moaning and their climaxes were almost simultaneous. Soon, two naked bodies were entwined in the bed, quite sated and happy.

@LunaDog
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@Caesar73
@beeblebrox883

Nice Interlude!

The utterly superb standard is fully maintained. No surprise there, thoroughly enjoyed reading this.

Chapter 3 – Her Name was Barbara

The relationship between Chris and Donna started quite innocently. Whenever Chris got in the mood to be tied up, she would leave a knotted shoelace beside the tray where they kept their keys and other stuff. The catch was that Chris would not know when Donna would tie her up.

One time, Chris left the shoelace on the counter on Monday and had to wait until Friday before she got her wish. She arrived to find the condo dark. All the lights were off. When she reached to turn on the lights, a voice commanded, “Hold it! Don’t move!” Chris froze in mid-reach. Suddenly, a light stabbed out framing her in its brightness.

“Raise your hands and take two steps into the room!” said the voice and Chris complied. Suddenly, the light shone on a chair in the middle of the living room and the voice said, “Sit on the chair!”

Chris gingerly sat on the chair with her arms still raised. Suddenly, a soft voice from her right shoulder said, “Lower your hands…slowly!” Chris again complied and her arms were pulled behind the chair. Her wrists were quickly restrained with rope and she was suddenly rendered defenseless. The surprise had caused her adrenaline to surge and she sat with her knees trembling with excitement.

Suddenly, the lights snapped on and Donna stood in front of her wearing a skintight black nylon outfit. She stood with her hands on her waist looking down on her roommate.

“How’d you like my little surprise?” asked Donna.

“Damn, girl! But you startled me half to death!” complained Chris. Donna just chuckled.

“But if this is a break-in, I could still call for help!” threatened Chris.

Donna sprang like a panther and quickly covered Chris’ mouth with one hand while she ripped a piece of tape that had been attached to her thigh.

“Oh no! Can’t have that, can we?” said Donna as she affixed the thick piece of tape to cover Chris’ lips. Three more strips of tape were then used to cover the lower part of her face.

“And now, to finish tying you up!” said Donna gleefully. She took out a very long length of black rope and used it to secure her captive’s upper body more securely to the chair. The ropes had the effect of highlighting Chris’ breasts and they thrust out invitingly.

“You’re looking a little hot and bothered, girl! Why don’t we just undo these buttons….” With this, Donna began unbuttoning Chris’ blouse before pulling them open, exposing her prisoner’s bra-covered breasts. Chris struggled at the exposure, but her movements were more playful than urgent.

“And now, time to do your legs!” announced Donna. She hunkered down to bind Chris’ ankles together before tying them to one chair leg. Donna then pushed Chris’ short skirt up so she could bind her friend’s plus-sized thighs. Once again, she marveled at the smoothness of her friend’s legs. She so wanted to caress them, but resisted the urge, satisfying herself with merely brushing her hands against that lovely skin.

“Now, don’t go away. I gotta prepare our dinner!” said Donna as she traipsed to the kitchen. Chris struggled in her bonds, but reveled in the sensation of helplessness that was inflicted on her. She was aware of how Donna took a few liberties with her, but had not objected to her touch. In fact, if she were being honest, she had hoped that Donna would do something more than tie her up tightly. And her mind wandered back in time…she remembered what had happened with Barbara.

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Do you wanna know about Barbara?

@LunaDog
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@Caesar73

(part 2)

The rain beat a staccato sound on the roof even as the wind whistled through the buildings. The typhoon was going to pass fairly close to the city, and its effects were felt by all. Within the small room, Chris gazed out at the storm-driven panorama sighing heavily.

“Hey, what’s with the long face? We don’t have classes so let’s just enjoy the break, hm?” said Barbara.

Chris looked at her roommate and gave a wan smile. She beheld a tall and lean body curled up on the bed, reading a magazine. She wore a tank top with the school logo and gym shorts. Barbara was a brown-haired beauty with an athletic body. A member of the track team, she was in incredible shape with a lovely oval face, large eyes, full lips and a giggle that could brighten the darkest days. Chris often wondered how Barbara had gravitated towards her inasmuch as she was the typical chubby and studious student. But their love of movies and coffee had started their road to friendship.

Chris pulled out her pack of cigarettes and was dismayed to see that she was on her last stick. She got up and grabbed her umbrella.

“Now, where are you going?” asked Barbara with a cocked eyebrow.

“Gonna go to the store and buy me a pack of smokes,” answered Chris.

“If the storm doesn’t get you, those things will,” said Barbara as she put down the book and sat up straighter.

Chris just shook her head, chuckled, and said, “I’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Oh no you don’t!” exclaimed Barbara as she sprang up, grabbed Chris’ umbrella and wrestled the latter to the couch. She then started to tickle her friend.

“Eeeek! Stop that! Please, Babs!” pleaded Chris.

Barbara did not like being called Babs so she continued to tickle her friend until Chris slumped on the couch, gasping for air.

When she had regained her composure, Chris said, “Ok, you win.”

“Now, why is it that I don’t believe you?” said Barbara, “So just to make sure…” Barbara reached under the couch and brought out a length of rope. She quickly bound Chris’ arms behind her and her ankles together.

Chris tested her bonds and boasted, “I can still hop to the store…”

Barbara forced her friend facedown on the couch and produced a third length of rope and hogtied Chris into immobility. A cleave gag was then applied after which Barbara said, “That should hold you until I get through my reading.”

Chris struggled miserably for half an hour, pleading through her gag before she was released.

From this playful start came a relationship that became far more.

Barbara proved to be an excellent addition to this already great story. Nice one!

Great story! The scenario is very attractive, love reading it.