The weekend retreat. (FFFF, VARIOUS F/F COMBUNATIINS)

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Lizzie stepped out of her shiny silver 4x4, her blonde hair fluttering in the crisp autumn breeze. She looked up at the quaint cottage that lay before her, nestled among the fiery red and gold leaves of the surrounding trees. The cottage's ivy-covered walls seemed to beckon her closer, a stark contrast to the urban sprawl she had left behind. The scent of woodsmoke and the distant sound of laughter filled the air, hinting at the weekend that was about to unfold.

Kerry, a vibrant redhead with a mischievous smile, was already waiting by the cottage door, her arms laden with bags filled with what Lizzie could only imagine were their weekend supplies. "You're here!" she exclaimed, setting the bags down with a thump. "Come in, come in!" She stepped aside, revealing the warm glow of the cottage's interior, a stark contrast to the cooling evening outside.

The scent of something delicious wafted from the kitchen as Dianne and Joanna emerged, their slightly greying brunette locks bouncing in sync with their excited greetings. The cottage's cozy living room was adorned with a crackling fireplace, the flames dancing shadows on the walls, and plush leather couches that seemed to whisper of secrets and shared confessions. The low murmur of their voices grew into a crescendo of laughter as they recounted stories of their past year, the tension of their daily lives temporarily forgotten.

Joanna, the youngest of the group, had brought a bottle of fine red wine. She twisted the cork with a satisfying pop, and the rich aroma filled the room. The clink of glasses mingled with the sound of the fire as they toasted to new beginnings and old friendships. Each woman took a sip, the warmth of the wine spreading through their bodies like a comforting blanket, loosening inhibitions and setting the stage for the weekend ahead.

“Let’s get started.” Kerry announced the start of the weekend’s game they all looked forward to. She pulled out a small jar filled with strips of paper. "Let's draw lots to see who goes first," she said with a wink. The anticipation grew as they each drew a strip, the air thick with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Lizzie's heart skipped a beat when she saw her paper had a single word scrawled in bold letters: "Strip."

Dianne and Joanna giggled, their eyes glinting with mischief. "Looks like the evening's entertainment is already set," Joanna said, handing Lizzie a glass of wine. "We've got some catching up to do," Dianne added, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge.

With a dramatic sigh, Lizzie set her wine down and began to unbutton her crisp white blouse. Each button released with a soft click, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. She shrugged off the garment, her arms sliding through the sleeves with the grace of a seasoned burlesque dancer. The fabric fell away, exposing her skin to the warmth of the room. Her breasts, though slightly heavier than in their youth, remained firm and inviting, the nipples peaked with excitement through the thin material.

Next, she unzipped her tight black pencil skirt, letting it drop to her ankles. She stepped out of it with a flourish, revealing the tops of her black stockings. She rolled them down slowly, one leg at a time, her skin glowing in the firelight as the fabric slithered down to expose her bare legs. The nylon pooled around her now barefeet like a second skin discarded.

Her bra followed, unhooked with a smooth motion that spoke of practice. It fell away to reveal her breasts in their full glory. The room grew quieter as the fabric hit the floor, the only sound the crackling of the fire and their collective breaths. She stood there, a vision of defiance and sensuality, her curves more pronounced in the dim light, the shadows playing across her body like a lover's touch.

Hooking her thumbs into,the waist, her panties were next, a scrap of black lace that offered no resistance to her eager fingers. With a flirty smile, she stepped out of them, leaving a trail of clothing behind her. She kicked the last of her attire to the side. “I’m ready!” She said in her most seductive voice.

Her friends applauded, a mix of admiration and excitement. Dianne, ever the organizer, retrieved a large black case from the corner of the room. She opened it with a dramatic flourish, revealing an assortment of bondage items that gleamed under the soft light. Ropes, leather cuffs, metal chains, and a variety of gags lay neatly arranged. Each item was a silent promise of the evening's adventure.

With a knowing smile, Kerry approached Lizzie, holding a set of steel cuffs that looked almost too small for her wrists. "Let's get you into the spirit," she whispered, her breath tickling Lizzie's ear. Dianne and Joanna watched with eager anticipation as Kerry secured Lizzie's wrists behind her back with the practiced ease of an artist preparing a canvas. The sound of the locks clicking into place sent a shiver down Lizzie's spine.

Dianne stepped forward, her eyes glinting with excitement as she selected a pair of ankle cuffs. She knelt before Lizzie, her brunette hair brushing against Lizzie’s feet, and secured the cuffs around her friend's delicate ankles. Joanna followed suit, attaching toe cuffs around her big toes, creating a delightful arch that made Lizzie's legs look even more alluring. They both stepped back to admire their handiwork, their expressions a mix of pride and desire.

With a grin, Kerry reached into the case once more and produced a red ball gag. The rubber was smooth and cold as it was placed into Lizzie’s open mouth, filling it completely. She fastened the strap around the back of Lizzie’s head with a firm tug, ensuring it was tight but not painful. The gag muffled any protest or sound she might make, leaving only her eyes to express her excitement and consent. Finally Joanna retrieved a third set if cuffs which she used to join Lizzie's arms just above her elbows, behind hervback, pushingbher chest out as her shoulders were drawn back.

The three friends stepped back to appreciate the sight of Lizzie, bound and gagged before them. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. The room grew quiet, the crackle of the fire the only sound that pierced the air. Dianne picked up a leather riding crop from the case, running the tip of it gently along Lizzie’s bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Joanna's gaze followed the path of the crop, her own desires reflected in the hungry look in her eyes.

“EasyTiger.” Said Kerry. “That cimes later. Food first. Amd luckybLizzie doesn’t have to wash up afterwards.”

The laughter that filled the room was a mix of relief and anticipation. Leaving Lizzie cuffed and gagged, the three friends headed to the kitchen. They had planned a meal that was as tantalizing as their evening's entertainment. The sizzle of steak and the aroma of garlic mashed potatoes filled the cottage. Lizzie, now a silent observer, watched her friends bustle about the kitchen, their movements precise and coordinated from years of shared experiences. The cottage was alive with the sounds of pots and pans clanging and the occasional burst of laughter. Despite her current predicament, she felt a warmth spread through her. This weekend was going to be unforgettable.

Joanna sliced the crusty bread while Kerry seasoned the steaks. Dianne, ever the chef, stirred the gravy with a wooden spoon, her eyes never leaving the bubbling liquid for fear it would split. The kitchen was a flurry of activity as they worked together in a dance of friendship and desire. They knew Lizzie was watching, her eyes speaking volumes as she struggled against her bonds. It was a tease that added to the spice of the meal they were preparing.

With a platter of perfectly seared steaks, a bowl of creamy mashed potatoes, and a side of steamed asparagus, they approached Lizzie. Her eyes widened with hunger and she let out a muffled sound that was a mix of a whine and a giggle. The sight of the food made her mouth water, the drool slightly darkening the red ball in her mouth.

Kerry took the cue, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She stepped closer and gently unbuckled the gag, the leather releasing Lizzie’s mouth with a soft click. "Mmm," Lizzie murmured, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of her own saliva. The smell of the food was intoxicating, a siren's call to indulgence.

Dianne placed a tender steak slice on a fork, holding it out to Lizzie. She leaned in, her eyes locked on hers, and slid the morsel into her open mouth. Lizzie closed her eyes, savoring the rich, meaty flavor that filled her mouth. The three women tucked into their own food, taking turns feeding Lizzie, each bite a sensual dance that left them all breathless. Joanna's hand brushed against her cheek as she offered a piece of asparagus, the vegetable's slight crunch echoing in the silent room despite Lizzie’s jaws aching from the gag.

After the meal, they moved to the dining table, the candles flickering shadows across their faces. A decadent chocolate dessert was brought out, the aroma thick and sweet. The warm chocolate sauce oozed over the plate, and the sound of spoons scraping against porcelain filled the air as they served themselves.

"Alright, time for the next round," Kerry said, her eyes glinting with mischief as she held up the jar of paper strips. The women looked at each other, the anticipation building. Dianne and Joanna drew first, their eyes widening with excitement as they read their strip of paper, leaving Kerry with the last one.

Joanna unfolded hers with trembling hands. "Strip," it read. The room grew quiet, the only sound the crackling fire and their quickened breaths. Joanna's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she stood, her eyes never leaving Lizzie's bound form. Slowly, she began to peel off her shirt, revealing a matching red lace bra. Her breasts, smaller but no less alluring, bounced slightly with the motion as she removed her bra. Her jeans, socks and panties followed, leaving her as naked as her blonde friend.

With a playful grin, she approached the table and knelt before Lizzie. Kerry took the bowl of dessert from Joanna and giggled. “ we're going to have some fun with you two," her voice dripping with anticipation. "Chocolate... and feet," her voice thick with desire.

Using a spoon, Kerry scooped out a generous dollop of the warm, gooey dessert and slowly lowered it towards Lizzie’s feet. The chocolate quivered, as if it too was alive with anticipation of the sweet torment to come. With a flick of her wrist, she spread the dessert over the arch of Lizzie's foot, watching as it began to dribble down to her toes. She glanced at the cuffs on the carpet next to her. “Dianne. If you could do the honours.

With a devilish smile, Dianne secured a set of cuffs around Joanna's wrists, then a second set round her ankles, ensuring she was as bound as Lizzie. Joanna's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto the chocolate that was now pooling around Lizzie's toes. "Now, be a good girl and clean up," Kerry instructed, her voice dripping with amusement.

Joanna wrighled herself from sotting poision to lying face down and crawled towards her friend’s chocolate covered feet.

Her mouth watered with the sweet aroma, mixing with the scent of leather and the faint musk of arousal in the air. With her hands secured behind her back, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness that clung to Lizzie's toes. The cool chocolate melted on contact with her warm skin, creating a decadent mess that Joanna eagerly lapped up.

“Oh ine last thing.” Said Kerry as she attached a final,pair of vuffs joining her friends hands to her feet in a cuffed hogtie.

Lizzie's giggle grew into a full-blown laugh, her body jerking with the movement. The sensation of the chocolate between her toes and Joanna's warm tongue tracing patterns on her skin was tickling. It was a sensation she hadn’t expected, a delightful mix of pleasure and playfulness that was as surprising as it was exhilarating. Her laughter filled the room, the tingling traveling up her legs and through her body, making her nipples tighten even further.

Dianne couldn’t help but chuckle as she watched the scene unfold. The two bound women were a picture of desire and friendship. She took a sip of her wine, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Looks like someone's enjoying herself," she said, her voice a low purr. She picked up the riding crop, the leather feeling warm in her hand from where it had been resting by the fire.

“No. Not yet.” Said Kerry. “We have to getvthese two,lucky birds vkeaned up and tied up whilst we wash up.”

With a wink, Dianne grabbed a napkin and wiped the remnants of chocolate from Lizzie's feet. The sound of laughter filled the room as Joanna continued to lick every last drop, her eyes never leaving Lizzie's face. The blonde's giggles grew quieter, her breathing more ragged as the brunette’s tongue moved up her legs.

Once Joanna had finished her impromptu dessert, Dianne stepped in, gently easing a ballgagbbetween her teeth. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice low and approving as she and Kerry went to the kitchen, leaving their frinds tied up,cuffed and gagged.

The sound of running water and clanking dishes soon filled the cottage. Their laughter and occasional whispered instructions floated into the living room. Despite the situation, the intimacy of the moment was palpable. Joanna's eyes remained on Lizzie, the desire in them unmistakable even through the clear plastic of the ballgag.

After what felt like an eternity, Dianne and Kerry emerged from the kitchen, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They had drawn lots once more, and this time, the fate had landed on Kerry. She took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing a becoming shade of pink. "Looks like it's my turn to strip," she said with a playful pout, holding up her strip of paper with the single word "Strip" scrawled on it.

With a dramatic flourish, Kerry unbuttoned her black silk blouse, her red hair cascading down her back like a fiery waterfall. Each button popped open with a seductive sound, revealing a matching black lace bra that barely contained her ample breasts. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat from the kitchen heat, adding to the erotic tension in the room.

Her skirt was next, a simple black number that she shimmied out of with the grace of a burlesque dancer. The fabric whispered against her nylon covered thighs as it fell to the floor, leaving her in only her bra and tights. She stepped out of the puddle of fabric, standing before them in the firelight like a siren of the night. The clack of her high heels on the wooden floor echoed through the cottage as she approached Lizzie and Joanna, who watched with rapt attention.

With a seductive smirk, Kerry reached behind her to unclasp her bra. The lace loosened, and her breasts spilled out, a perfect blend of softness and firmness that defied gravity. She let the garment fall onto Joanna’s head, the strap hanging over one eye. Her areolae were a rosy hue, the nipples already hard with anticipation. She stepped closer to her friends, jiggled her breasrs her bare skin radiating warmth as she rubbed her breasts against Lizzie’s face.

Lizzie’s eyes grew wide with excitement, her cheeks flushing beneath the gag as she felt the softness of Kerry's skin. Her bound hands clenched and unclenched with the desire to touch and explore, but the leather cuffs held firm. She could only watch as Kerry continued her slow striptease. She slowly unbuckled one heel, then the other, kicking her shoes into the cirnerbif the room with a flourish. Pirouetting, her hips swaying to a silent rhythm, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thick black tights. With a playful wiggle, she began to roll them down, together with her lace panties, revealing the curve of her hips and the curly red hair of her mound.

The sight of Kerry in all her glory was a feast for the eyes. Her skin was a canvas of freckles and moles, a map of life's adventures. Her friends took in the sight of her as she entwined her hands abive he head and turned on the spot. Dianne took a pirvofvleather cuffs with a chain, the leather cuffs gleaming against her wrists as she fastened them added a padlock. The anticipation was thick in the air as Dianne slipped a ballgag into the redead’s mouth and buckled it behind her head. Kerry smiled with her eyes as the strap,yightened and her jaws were stretched. Dianne picked up a leather blindfold and slipped it onto Kerry’s head, resting on her forehead like a hairband. With a sultry smile, she picked up the riding crop from the table, the leather handle feeling warm and familiar in her hand. She approached Kerry, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Is it time now?" she asked, her voice a low, sultry whisper that sent a shiver down Kerry's spine as Dianne rubbed the crop on her bottom.

Dianne slipped the blindfold over Kerry’s eyes. A whistle of the crop cutting through the air was followed by a sharp crack and a muffled yelp of pain.