Walking Holiday (FF/F, F/FF)

[Janbound]

Jan stumbled upon the glossy brochure while packing her suitcase, the vibrant images of the Lake District taunting her with their serene beauty. The thought of a quiet retreat in a small cottage with Rachael and Eleanor was appealing, a chance to reconnect with nature and herself after the turbulent months that had passed. She had just turned 34, and the ink on her divorce papers was still fresh. The holiday was Rachael's idea, a gentle nudge towards healing. Jan hadn't been on a trip without her ex-husband in over a decade.

The three friends piled into Rachael's car, the trunk packed with walking gear and a cooler filled with snacks. The radio played a cheerful tune, and the conversation flowed easily, a mix of laughter and reminiscing about past adventures. Jan felt a twinge of sadness that she had missed out on so many of these moments with Rachael over the years, lost in the monotony of her marriage.

Once they arrived at the quaint cottage, Jan unpacked her suitcase, placing the handcuffs and ball gag at the bottom of her bag. Rachael had noticed the peculiar items during their shopping trip, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing. Jan had merely shrugged it off with a wink, not quite ready to explain her solo evening plans.


The first day was a delightful whirlwind of exploration. They trekked through emerald meadows, the scent of wildflowers heavy in the air. Rachael and Eleanor held hands, their laughter echoing through the valleys as Jan followed closely behind, her camera at the ready. She captured their joy in candid moments, feeling a pang of jealousy she quickly shooed away. The landscape was indeed breathtaking, the crystal waters of the lake a stark contrast against the rugged mountain backdrop.

That evening, as Rachael and Eleanor cozied up on the sofa, Jan retreated to her room. She pulled out the handcuffs and ball gag, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. It had been so long since she had done anything like this. But she was determined to regain control over her desires, to find pleasure in her solitude. Carefully, she attached the handcuffs to the bedpost, the cold metal sending a shiver down her spine. She stripped to her black knickers and lay back, breathing deeply, allowing the quiet of the night to envelop her.


The sound of their giggles downstairs grew fainter as Jan slipped into her own world. She began to explore her body, jiggling her boobs, probing the brass bars at the foot of the bed with her toes, rubbing her legs together, her touch tentative at first, then growing bolder. The handcuffs held her wrists firmly in place, adding a thrill of restraint she hadn't anticipated. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, the sound muffled by the rubber of the gag. It was a strange sensation, being both in control and at the mercy of her own whims.

As Jan's breath grew ragged, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of loneliness. Rachael and Eleanor were sharing their own intimate moments, and she was here, bound to the bed. Yet, the pain of her divorce was still too raw, and the thought of joining them was more overwhelming than enticing. The handcuffs and gag were a safe space, a way to feel desired without the risk of rejection or further heartache.

The next morning, Jan woke to a gentle light peeking through the curtains. Her wrists were sore, but she felt strangely rested despite the uncomfortable night. She opened her eyes to find Rachael standing beside the bed, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. Rachael's expression was a mix of amusement and concern. "Morning, sunshine," she said, setting the cup down on the nightstand. "Looks like you had quite the night."


Jan blushed, realizing she was still handcuffed and gagged in only her knickers. She tugged at the cuffs, the metal biting into her skin. Rachael chuckled, then grew serious. "You okay?" she asked, reaching down to unbuckle the gag. Jan nodded, rubbing her jaw as Rachael unlocked the cuffs and helped her sit up. "I didn't mean to fall asleep," Jan mumbled, feeling embarrassed. Rachael handed her the coffee and sat on the edge of the bed. "It's okay," she said softly. "Everyone needs their own way to unwind."

The day ahead was filled with more walking. They climbed steep trails, the cool air invigorating their lungs. Rachael didn't bring up the cuffs or gag, and Jan was grateful for the reprieve. They took turns leading, chatting about their lives, and the silence between them was filled with the crunch of gravel and the distant calls of birds. Jan felt the weight of her solitude lift a little with each step she took alongside her friends.

They stopped for afternoon tea at a cafe by the river and Eleanor first took off her walking boots and socks and paddled in the stream.

"Your feet must be freezing," Rachael said with a laugh as she watched her wife splash around.

"It's surprisingly refreshing," Eleanor replied, her cheeks rosy from the chilly water. Rachael rolled her eyes affectionately and gave Jan a knowing smile.



With a sudden surge of spontaneity, Jan decided to join in. She unlaced her boots and peeled off her socks, feeling the cold stones beneath her bare feet. The icy water sent a jolt up her legs, but she couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out as she waded in alongside Eleanor. Rachael snapped a few photos, capturing the moment of Jan letting go of her inhibitions. The sun danced on the rippling water, creating a pattern of light and shadow that played across their faces.

As the chill began to set in, Jan stepped out of the stream and sat on the riverbank, her feet still in the water. Rachael sat next to her, her feet still on the bank, and for a moment, they were silent, watching Eleanor continue her playful dance in the water. Rachael reached out and took Jan's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You know," she began, her voice gentle, "Eleanor and I are here for you. Whatever you need."

Jan nodded, her eyes misting up. "Thank you," she murmured, the words heavy with gratitude. Rachael leaned in and kissed Jan's cheek before standing up and extending a hand to help her to her feet. "Come on," she said, "Let's get back to the cottage before we all catch hypothermia."


The drive back was a silent one, the three friends lost in their own thoughts. Jan sat in the back, her feet still bare, feeling the cool air from the open windows on her skin. Rachael glanced at her in the rearview mirror, her expression thoughtful. "You know, it's okay to let go," she said finally, breaking the silence. "You're allowed to have fun, to explore, to be wild." Jan nodded again, her heart pounding in her chest.

Back at the cottage, Jan decided to channel her newfound courage into cooking dinner. She'd always enjoyed cooking, but the act had lost its spark during the dull routine of her marriage. She rummaged through the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for a hearty stew. Rachael and Eleanor watched her work, their eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of concern. "You're sure you're okay?" Rachael asked as Jan chopped vegetables with fervor. "More than okay," Jan replied, flashing a genuine smile. "I'm alive."

The stew simmered away on the stove, filling the cottage with a warm, homey scent. Jan felt a sense of pride swell within her as she stirred the bubbling pot, the flavors melding together like a comforting hug. They sat around the table, sharing the meal she had prepared with a quiet contentment that had been missing for a long time. Rachael and Eleanor exchanged glances, their expressions filled with a gentle understanding. Jan felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the food.
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As they ate, their bare feet found each other under the table. Rachael's foot brushed against Jan's, and she didn't pull away. Instead, she allowed the contact to linger, the softness of Rachael's skin against her own sending a spark through her body. Eleanor noticed and gave Jan a knowing smile, her own foot joining the tender dance beneath the table. The sensation was surprising, the intimacy of the touch feeling both foreign and familiar.

After dinner, the three of them decided to turn in early, the exertion of the day's hike taking its toll. Jan retreated to her room with a mix of relief and disappointment, unsure of what she truly wanted. Rachael lingered at the doorway, her hand on the frame. "You know, you can always join us," she said softly, her eyes searching Jan's. Jan's heart raced, the handcuffs and gag feeling suddenly less solitary and more like a barrier. But she didn't move, the words sticking in her throat. Rachael nodded, as if understanding Jan's silent decision, and closed the door with a gentle click.

The next morning, Jan awoke to the sound of rain pattering against the window. She rolled over, the warmth of the bed a stark contrast to the chilly air seeping in through the cracks. She stretched, her muscles sore from the previous day's exertion. The handcuffs and gag lay forgotten on the nightstand, a reminder of her solo evening. She could hear Rachael and Eleanor whispering in the next room, their voices muffled by the sound of the rain.


Pulling on her thick woolen pullover, no bra, and jeans, Jan padded out to the living room to find her friends huddled over a map spread out on the coffee table. They, like Jan, both wore pullovers, jeans and bare feet. The fireplace crackled, casting a warm glow across their faces. They looked up as she entered, and Rachael handed her a steaming mug of tea. "Looks like our walking plans are on hold," Rachael said with a wry smile. "What do you fancy doing today?"

Jan took a sip of the tea, the warmth seeping through her. "How about a quiet day in?" she suggested, her voice tentative. Rachael and Eleanor shared a look before nodding in unison. "Sounds perfect," Eleanor said, her voice filled with relief. "We can read, watch movies, maybe play some board games?"

As the rain tapped a rhythmic beat against the window, Rachael leaned closer to Jan. "You know," she said, her voice low and sultry, "I've always been a bit curious about those handcuffs and that gag." Jan's eyes widened, the mug of tea almost slipping from her grasp. "You don't have to, of course," Rachael added quickly, noticing Jan's surprise. "But if you're willing, I'd love to learn."


Eleanor looked up from the map, her interest piqued. "Yeah," she chimed in, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "I've read about it in some of those...books." Jan felt a flush creep up her neck. Rachael had always been adventurous, but this was a new side of her she hadn't quite expected. She took a deep breath, setting down the mug. "Okay," she said, her voice steady. "But only if you're both sure." Rachael nodded, a hint of excitement in her eyes, and Eleanor gave Jan's hand a reassuring squeeze.

They spent the morning lounging around the cottage, the rain outside a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Jan found herself explaining different types of restraints, the safety aspects, and the thrill of relinquishing control. Rachael and Eleanor listened intently, their questions ranging from curious to eager. Jan felt a strange sense of power in her knowledge, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a very long time. The dynamics of their friendship began to shift subtly, and she found it both thrilling and a little nerve-wracking.

“I found some duct tape and washing line in the cupboard.” Said Eleanor suddenly.

Jan took a deep breath, her pulse racing. "Okay," she agreed, her voice slightly tremulous. "But let's start with something simple."
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She stood up, the handcuffs and ball gag in her hand. Rachael and Eleanor looked at each other, then back at Jan, their expressions a mix of excitement and trepidation. Rachael held out her wrists, a playful smile on her lips. Jan's hands were steady as she clicked the cold metal around Rachael's wrists, securing them tightly. Rachael's eyes widened slightly as she tested the cuffs, feeling the firm grip of the metal. Jan then turned to Eleanor, who offered her wrists with a nod. The process was repeated, and soon both Rachael and Eleanor were bound, their hands secured behind their backs.

The room grew quiet, the only sound the rain outside and their slightly erratic breathing. Jan took a step back, admiring her handiwork. Rachael twisted in her seat, her eyes locked on Jan, a question in her gaze. Jan returned her stare, feeling a thrill run down her spine. "Comfortable?" she asked, her voice low and seductive. Rachael nodded, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

Eleanor leaned back into the sofa, her eyes gleaming. "Now what?" she asked, her voice a soft purr. Jan felt a rush of excitement. This was it, the moment she had been craving since she bought the handcuffs. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding. "How about we start with a little game?" she suggested, her mind racing with possibilities. Rachael and Eleanor exchanged a look, then nodded in unison.



The game was simple at first: Jan would ask a question, from the trivial pursuits quiz game, and if Rachael or Eleanor didn't answer correctly, they'd get a gentle tickle on their feet from Jan. Rachael squirmed as Jan scraped her nails along her sole. The sensation was delicious, a heady mix of pain and pleasure that had Rachael's eyes rolling back. Eleanor watched, her breath hitching in anticipation. Jan moved to her, the handcuffs clicking against the armrest as she leaned in. She whispered in Eleanor's ear, "Your turn."

Eleanor's heart fluttered as Jan's warm breath tickled her skin. She knew the stakes were low, but the thrill of being bound and at Jan's mercy was intoxicating. Rachael's muffled laughter filled the room as Jan moved back to the table, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ready for another round?" she asked, her voice a silky purr. Rachael nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

The next question came, and Rachael's mind went blank. She felt the panic rising as Jan's gaze fell to her feet. Rachael squirmed, trying to pull her legs away, but Jan was too quick. With surprising agility, she knelt down and began to wrap the washing line around Rachael's ankles, her hands deftly tying a tight knot. Rachael yelped, half in protest, half in excitement. "Don't worry," Jan whispered, her breath hot against Rachael's ear. "This is just for fun."
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Eleanor watched, her eyes dark with desire as Jan turned her attention to her. Rachael felt a strange mix of envy and arousal as Jan bound Eleanor's ankles with the same focused determination. The line was rough against Rachael's skin, sending a thrilling shiver up her legs. She tested the knots, finding them unyielding. The sensation of being completely at Jan's mercy was intoxicating, the boundaries of their friendship blurring in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

With both Rachael and Eleanor bound, Jan decided it was time to drop the pretense of questions. She sat back down on the chair, her own feet curled under her, and took Rachael's foot in her hand. Rachael's toes curled in anticipation as Jan's nails lightly danced over her sole. Rachael's giggles grew louder, her body squirming in the chair. Jan's eyes sparkled with delight as Rachael's breaths grew shorter and more erratic.

Moving on to Eleanor, Jan took her time, enjoying the way the washing line dug into Rachael's wrists as she watched. Eleanor's feet were colder, but she didn't protest when Jan began to tickle her. Instead, she leaned her head back into the cushions, her eyes closing in pleasure. Rachael watched, a strange sense of arousal building within her as Jan's touch grew more insistent.

The tickling grew more intense, Jan's nails digging in slightly as Rachael and Eleanor's giggles turned into moans. Rachael felt her heart race, her breath coming in short gasps as Jan's hand moved up her leg. "What's the next step?" Rachael managed to ask through her laughter. Jan's eyes sparkled with mischief.

“I’ll leave you two to escape as I make lunch, then this afternoon you can tie me up.” With that Jan buckled the ball gag in Rachael’s mouth. Put three strips of duct tape over Eleanor’s and tossed the handcuff keys across the living room.

“Mmph!” Rachael protested as Jan walked away, leaving the two of them to their giggling and writhing. Jan had noticed Rachael’s glances at her throughout the trip and it had stirred something in her she hadn’t felt in a long time. Rachael’s eyes had been filled with curiosity and something else, something Jan didn’t dare name. But now, watching Rachael struggle playfully against her bonds, Jan felt a thrill of power.

The kitchen was a cool oasis from the fire in the living room, the scent of garlic and onions sizzling in a pan. Jan chopped the vegetables with a newfound sense of purpose, her mind racing with the possibilities of the afternoon. What would Rachael and Eleanor do when they had her at their mercy? The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

As the stew bubbled away, Jan's own anticipation grew. She had always enjoyed the thrill of the unknown, the delicious suspense of what was to come. She had used the handcuffs and gag on her own before, but never with the intention of sharing the experience with anyone else. The rain outside grew heavier, the sound a comforting drumbeat to the silence in the cottage.

Eventually, Rachael and Eleanor managed to free themselves, their laughter echoing down the hallway. Rachael stumbled into the kitchen, her face flushed and her eyes gleaming. "Your turn," she said, her voice hoarse from the gag. Jan felt a jolt of excitement, her heart skipping a beat. She nodded, setting down the knife she'd been using to prep the vegetables.

Rachael took Jan's hand and led her into the living room, the warmth of the fireplace a stark contrast to the coolness of Rachael's skin. Jan sat down in the chair she had previously occupied, her heart racing. Rachael knelt before her, her eyes never leaving Jan's as she secured the handcuffs around Jan's wrists, her touch gentle but firm. Jan felt a strange sense of vulnerability, her body tingling with anticipation.

Eleanor watched from the sofa, a knowing smile playing on her lips as Rachael worked. Rachael was meticulous, ensuring the cuffs were tight but not painful. Once Jan's hands were secured behind her back, Rachael turned to Eleanor, who handed her the roll of duct tape with an eyebrow raise. Jan's eyes grew wide as Rachael tore off a piece, her breath catching in her throat. Rachael leaned in, her mouth close to Jan's ear. "Trust us," she whispered, before placing the tape over Jan's mouth, effectively silencing her.

The three friends sat down at the small dining table, the stew steaming in the middle. Rachael peeled jan’s gag off then she and Eleanor took turns feeding Jan, the act surprisingly intimate. Jan's eyes sparkled with mischief as she chewed. Rachael couldn't help but steal glances at Jan's bound wrists, her imagination running wild. The tension in the room was palpable, the unspoken desires thickening the air.

After lunch, Jan was uncuffed, and Rachael and Eleanor helped her to her feet, their eyes full of excitement. They decided to move the party to the floor, the rug providing a cozy cushion against the cold wooden boards. Jan felt a thrill of anticipation as Rachael and Eleanor took their positions, sitting cross-legged, their expressions a mix of curiosity and desire. Rachael's eyes were locked on Jan, her pupils dilated with excitement. Jan took a deep breath, her heart racing. This was it.

"So, the first thing you need to know," Jan began, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands, "is that it's all about the knot." She held up a length of washing line . "You want it to be snug, but not too tight." Rachael nodded, her eyes never leaving the rope. Jan stepped behind Eleanor, who was sitting with her back to Rachael. "I'll show you how it's done," Jan said, her voice low and calm.

Eleanor's eyes widened slightly as Jan's hands moved to her wrists. Rachael watched in rapt fascination as Jan looped the rope, her movements quick and precise. The rope tightened around Eleanor's wrists, the rough fibers digging into her skin. Jan paused, looking over her shoulder at Rachael. "You try, on her feet" she said, her voice a gentle challenge. Rachael took the rope, her hands shaking slightly. She mimicked Jan's actions, her eyes never leaving Eleanor's.

The process was slower, Rachael's knots not as confident. But Jan offered guidance, her voice soothing as Rachael worked. They moved to Jan's feet next, Rachael's breath hot against her skin as she tied the ropes around Jan's ankles. The three of them sat in a row, Rachael between Jan and the bound Eleanor. Rachael looked up, her eyes meeting Jan's. There was a question in Rachael's gaze, a silent plea for approval. Jan nodded, her chest tightening with the excitement of the moment.

“OK. Hands next.” Said Jan. First she peeled her pullover off revealing g her bare chest, her large breasts swinging side to side as she held her hands behind her. “OK. Just like I gig Eleanor: wrap 5-6 times loose, cinch 2-3 times tight, leave one finger of looseness and tie knots away from my fingers.”

Rachael nodded, a look of intense focus on her face as she began to wrap the washing line around Jan’s wrists. Jan watched Rachael’s face, her breath hitching slightly as Rachael’s hands moved over her skin. Rachael’s movements grew more assured with each loop, her breathing quickening as she tightened the knots. Jan felt a strange sense of pride watching Rachael take charge, her own arousal building as Rachael’s confidence grew.

Once Jan’s hands were secured, Rachael took a moment to admire her work. Jan’s breasts rose and fell with each breath, her eyes never leaving Rachael’s. Rachael felt a warmth spread through her, a heady mix of excitement and apprehension. This was new territory for all of them, but the connection between Jan and Rachael was palpable.

It was Eleanor who spoke up next, her voice a little breathless. "Why can't I be topless too?" she asked, her eyes glinting with mischief. Rachael looked up, surprised, and Jan laughed, the sound low and rich. Rachael felt a flush of heat creep up her neck as she realized she'd been so focused on Jan that she hadn't even considered Eleanor's nakedness.

With a dramatic flourish, Rachael reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill out into the open. She shrugged off her pullover, revealing her bare chest to the cool air. Jan's eyes widened at Rachael's sudden boldness, and she couldn't help but feel a little envious. Rachael had always been the more adventurous one, but this was new even for her.

Eleanor watched Jan's reaction, a smirk playing on her lips. Rachael leaned in, her hands sliding down Eleanor’s shoulders as she cupped her wife's breasts, her thumbs brushing over the sensitive nipples. Jan gasped, the sensation of Rachael's touch sending a shock of pleasure through Eleanor ‘s body, Jan was proud and embarrassed to share this intimate moment with them. Rachael's eyes searched Jan's, looking for permission to continue. Jan nodded, the tension in the room thickening as Rachael's hands began to explore.

“Would you like to learn how to bind breasts?” Asked Jan with a wicked grin.

Rachael nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving Jan’s exposed chest. Jan leaned back, her bound hands pushing into the chair. Rachael’s fingertips traced the line of Jan’s neck, down to her collarbone before lightly touching the upper swell of her breasts. Jan’s breath hitched at the contact, Rachael’s eyes locked on Jan’s.

“Hey you. Leave my wife alone.” Joked Eleanor.

“You talk too much.” Said Rachel. Grabbing the ball gag from the table she took great delight in buckling it into her wife’s mouth, tickling her feet to test its effectiveness.

The two of them laughed as Eleanor’s muffled protests filled the room. Jan felt a warmth spread through her, the laughter a balm to the loneliness that had been gnawing at her. Rachael’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she turned back to Jan, the rope dangling from her hand. She paused to remove her own top and bra, then her jeans, standing only in a pair of red cotton knickers. She stepped closer, her bare chest brushing against Jan’s as she began to wrap the rope around Jan’s breasts. “No. “ said Jan. “start with my elbows.”

Jan leaned forward and explained to Rachael how to bind her arms above the elbows, pulling her shoulders back and pushing her chest forward, then how to wrap the long ends of rope around her chest, above and below her boobs, then to cross the ropes in her cleavage.

Rachael nodded and started to bind Jan’s elbows together. She took her time, her breathing shallow as she worked. Jan winced slightly as Rachael pulled the ropes tight, the pressure against her sensitive skin making her breathe in sharply. Rachael looked up, her eyes questioning. Jan nodded. Eleanor tried to say something, her voice muffled by the gag. Rachael’s cheeks flushed, and she continued, her movements becoming more sure as she worked.

Once Jan’s elbows were bound, Rachael moved to Jan’s breasts. Jan closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of Rachael’s hands on her skin. Rachael’s touch was gentle, almost reverent as she wrapped the rope around Jan’s chest. Jan’s breath grew shallower as Rachael’s hands grew bolder, her fingers brushing against Jan’s hardened nipples. Rachael’s own breasts brushed against Jan’s as she worked, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through Jan’s body.

When Rachael was satisfied with Jan’s chest harness, she turned her attention to Jan’s knees. Jan pressed her legs together, offering them up to Rachael. Rachael’s eyes danced with excitement as she bound Jan’s legs together above and below her knees. Jan’s pulse quickened as Rachael began to wrap the rope around her knee, the tension growing with each loop. Rachael’s gaze never left Jan’s face, watching for any signs of discomfort. Jan’s eyes remained closed, her breaths coming in short gasps as Rachael’s knots grew tighter.

Eleanor, unable to contain her own curiosity, struggled against her gag. Rachael laughed, a low, throaty sound, and leaned over to kiss Jan’s cheek. "You okay?" Jan nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet Rachael’s. Rachael’s smile was gentle as she reached up to remove the gag from Eleanor’s mouth. The room was filled with the sound of the Ealeanor’s gasps as she locked her lips on her wife’s nipples, and Jan felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Rachael turned to Jan, her eyes dark with desire. "Now, it's your turn," she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

Rachael pushed the ball into Jan’s mouth , fastening it behind her head. She then abandoned her friend, turning back to her wife they kissed passionately in front of the bound, gagged Jan.

Eleanor’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as Rachael’s lips met hers. Rachael’s hand slid down to cup Eleanor’s breasts, ensuring Jan was forced to watch as Rachael kissed her wife deeply, their tongues dancing together. Jan felt a strange mix of jealousy and arousal, the pressure of the gag in her mouth only heightening the sensation. Rachael’s thumb brushed Eleanor’s nipples making her shriek.

They pulled away, both smiling at Jan’s predicament, Rachael’s eyes shining with mischief. They whispered to each other, their heads close together, their words lost in the sound of their heavy breathing. Jan’s heart raced, the anticipation of their next move a delicious torture. Rachael looked at Jan, her eyes full of intent, before turning back to Eleanor. They were planning something, Jan could tell, and it was driving her wild.

Rachael untied Eleanor’s hands so she could remover her top and bra. She then retired her wife’s hands behind her back before binding her elbows and breasts to match Jan’s.

The room grew quieter, the only sounds were the crackling fire and their own breaths. Rachael turned to Jan, her eyes dark with desire and a hint of power. Jan felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as Rachael’s hand brushed against her cheek. Rachael leaned in, her breath hot against Jan’s ear. "Now, watch," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

Eleanor and Rachael began to crawl towards Jan, Rachael’s movements deliberate and cat-like, as her wife squirmed in her bonds. Jan's eyes widened as they approached, her heart racing in her chest. Rachael reached Jan first, her eyes locking onto hers as she took Jan’s right nipple into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing pressure. Jan's back arched, her eyes rolling back in pleasure, muffled sounds of delight escaping from behind the gag.

Eleanor was not far behind, her own excitement clear as she claimed Jan’s left nipple. Jan’s breasts were sensitive from the ropes, and the sensation of both Rachael and Eleanor’s mouths on her was overwhelming. She felt her body respond, her hips bucking slightly in the chair. Rachael looked up, her eyes dark with desire, and Jan knew she had made the right choice in sharing this side of herself with her friends.

The two women teased Jan’s nipples, alternating between gentle kisses and firm sucks, their tongues flicking against the tight buds. Jan’s moans grew louder, muffled by the ball gag, as Rachael’s hand slid down her body, resting on her thigh. Rachael’s touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Jan’s body. She could feel Rachael’s heat, her own arousal reflected in Rachael’s eyes.

With a wicked smile, Rachael reached down and slid her hand into Eleanor’s jeans. Jan’s eyes went wide with shock and excitement as Rachael’s hand disappeared, only to re-emerge a moment later, her fingers coated in a slick sheen. Rachael brought her hand back up to Jan’s face, her fingers brushing against Jan’s cheek, leaving a wet trail. Rachael leaned in, her breath hot against Jan’s ear. "Taste," she whispered, and Jan’s eyes closed in ecstasy as Rachael’s fingers pushed around the gag and slid into her mouth.

The taste was heady, a mix of salt and sweet that sent Jan’s senses reeling. Rachael’s hand slid down Jan’s body, her nails lightly scoring her skin as she reached the waistband of Jan’s own jeans. Jan nodded, giving Rachael the go-ahead as Rachael unzipped her jeans. Rachael’s hand slipped inside, her fingers finding Jan’s swollen clit with unerring accuracy. Jan’s hips bucked, a muffled cry escaping her as Rachael began to rub her in slow, deliberate circles.

Eleanor’s eyes widened at Rachael’s boldness, her own breathing growing heavier as she watched Jan’s reaction. Rachael’s hand never stopped moving, her eyes locked on Jan’s face as she worked Jan closer to the edge. Jan’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Eleanor leaned in, her breath hot against Jan’s chest. "Hey wifey," she protested, her voice a teasing challenge. "What about me?"

Rachael chuckled, her eyes never leaving Jan’s. She reached down and untied the ropes around Eleanor’s ankles, her fingers lingering on the soft skin. "Brace yourself," she murmured, before pulling her jeans and knickers off. She then tied her wife’s ankles together, followed by her knees.

Eleanor’s legs were now pinned together, and Rachael took a moment to appreciate the view of her wife’s bound nakedness. Jan watched, her own arousal growing as Rachael’s hand slid down her legs removing her own knickers.

“Now you’re even more defenseless than Jan!” Rachael said with a wink. Rachael climbed onto Jan’s lap, straddling her. Jan’s hands were bound behind her, so Rachael’s bare pussy was in Jan’s face, her swollen clit just an inch away from Jan’s nose. Rachael began to rock her hips, her pussy sliding along Jan’s cheek, her juices leaving a sticky trail. Jan’s eyes widened with excitement, she had never been so close to Rachael’s intimate parts before.

Rachael spied the handcuffs on the floor from before lunch. She quickly used one pair to tie her own feet together, the other to cuff her hands behind her back.

"Now, I'm just as helpless as you two," Rachael said, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge. Jan watched, her eyes glazed with desire as Rachael's body swayed above her. Rachael leaned back, her breasts pressing against Jan's, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through Jan's body.

Rachael turned to her trussed up naked wife, wriggling over the floor, she pressed her face between Eleanor is legs and began to lick.