PART ONE (this story has 9 parts to it)
My best friend in life is Melissa. We've been friends since we were 19 years old and found myself being teased by a bunch of boys who had me trapped alone. Melissa came to my rescue and chased them all off by threatening tell their moms. From that moment we were never separated. We went to the same schools, the same college, even dated some of the same guys (but never at the same time). I know every one of her dirty little secrets, and she knows all of mine.
For instance, she knows I like to play around with bondage. Sometimes she'll even help me by tying me up from time to time, but she knows I prefer it when a guy takes charge so this doesn't happen often. Occasionally she will get me to tie her up, but even this is rare for it has never felt right for me to do the tying.
A couple of my ex-boyfriends were pretty good at tying me up, but relationships for me don't last very long, and it wasn't long before each one drifted away.
I had been going through such a dry spell when Melissa called me up for a lunch date sounding very excited. She told me that she wanted to ask me something, but wouldn't tell me what over the phone.
We got a table at a Mexican restaurant downtown, and over our enchiladas Melissa began telling me about her latest boyfriend. Unlike me, she seemed to be able to pick up a guy sometimes hours after being done with the previous one. She wasn't loose or anything; she just had a lot of good luck with men.
"I tell you Maria, you and Eric would get along fantastically," she kept saying. It made me wonder two things. Why would we get along, and was she trying to set me up with him? She did eventually get to the point. Apparently her new boyfriend, Eric, had been helping her experience a few new things about love making that she’d never really understood before. What he was doing was right up my alley so to speak. She was having her first affair with a man who was seriously into bondage. Now I have to tell you that as she kept on describing him and some of the things they'd done I began to wish that I’d found him first, and do admit to a small pang of jealousy. But I was happy for her and told her so. Then she came to the real reason for our lunch.
"Maria, I want you to meet him. I've told him that you enjoy bondage just as much as he does and he's really interested in getting together to compare notes."
I was shocked; not so much that she was a blabbermouth, she couldn't help that. But she had always been reliable as far as the really important secrets were concerned, and this was one I didn't share casually. Still...
Melissa sat there watching me. She could always tell when I was interested in something, and she knew she had judged right when I didn't instantly come down on her for breaking a confidence.
"I guess it would be okay," I finally managed to say.
"Great!" she replied, and waved her hand.
I turned around and saw a guy sitting by himself at another table pick up his drink and come over to us. He bent over to give Melissa a kiss and then sat down next to her.
"Let me guess," I said with a smile, "you must be Eric."
He laughed and Melissa and I joined in. The light in her eyes immediately put me at ease. She trusted this man and that was good enough for me.
The rest of lunch was taken up with the usual "getting to know you" small talk. There was a lot of "Melissa told me this" and "Melissa told me that" from Eric, and I could easily see how Melissa would be attracted to him. Before long though I begged my leave for I had to get back to work, so Melissa invited me over to her place for dinner so we could continue our talk. I agreed.
That evening, while we ate freshly delivered pizza with a bottle of wine that Eric brought, the conversation eventually turned to bondage and I found Eric to be well versed in its subtleties. To most people, bondage is just tying someone up and maybe whipping them with something before screwing them. Eric knew there was much more to it than that, and apparently his skill and enthusiasm had managed to engage Melissa's interest too.
This was illustrated by the request she made to both Eric and me late in the evening after we had consumed most of the wine.
"Can you tie us both up?" she asked him from where she lounged on the couch, her head resting on his lap.
"What, now?" he answered, eyebrows raised.
"It can't be now." I said looking at my watch. "I have to work in the morning and I should get going."
"Oh," said Melissa. I was unconvinced about her disappointment. She was up to something. "Maybe...maybe we can arrange a time?"
I wasn't sure where this was going. I had mentioned the time to give Eric and me an out. I mean we had just met, and even though we had all had a good time tonight, I didn't know if I would be comfortable letting him tie me up.
Eric, however, didn't think the same way I did. Instead of issuing a mild protest, he took on a thoughtful look as if pondering his schedule.
"You do want him to tie you up don't you Maria?" Melissa asked me. "It’s been a long time hasn't it?"
It had, dammit! She knew it, like she knew everything about me.
Over the years we’d developed a way of almost being able to speak without using words.
I asked her with my eyes if she was really okay with it. She nodded slowly. What the hell.
"Sure. I'd love to," I said, getting it past the lump in my throat.
Eric smiled. "How about Saturday?" he asked.
Melissa and I both said sure.
"Okay. Then since you are agreeable, this is how it will go. I'll plan something special for the three of us to try Saturday afternoon; something a little out of the ordinary. If you promise to behave and obey me completely until I let you go again I think I can promise you a fun afternoon. Are you game?"
He really was a take-charge person. God I wish I had found him first. I found myself agreeing along with Melissa and the deal was done.
That night I slept wearing a pair of handcuffs and dreamed about being bound with Melissa while Eric fed us both pizza and wine. Little did I know that things weren't going to happen quite that way.
The next day, delivered to my office was an envelope from Eric with a few simple instructions. Nothing fancy, I was just to meet him and Melissa at his place and bring all my bondage stuff. Easy enough.
The rest of the day I spent wondering about what he had planned.
Saturday afternoon found me pulling up in front of an average house in an average neighborhood. Melissa's car was in the driveway so I grabbed my bag of goodies and walked up to the front door.
Eric opened it just as I reached it and invited me inside.
It was a nice place, airy, lots of room and all his stuff was fairly well looked after. It didn't look like the home of a man who lived alone. Either he was a lot tidier than the single men I had known or he had someone come in and clean every once and a while.
Melissa was on the couch, a wine glass in one hand. She smiled and said hello and I could see she was very excited.
"Glad you could make it Maria," Eric said. "Can I get you a glass of wine before we start?"
"No, thanks. I'm okay."
He smiled and then asked for my bag which I handed over and he took it through to a dining room. Opening it, he began pulling out item after item. Over time I had picked up a number of items and some of them were intimate enough to make me blush.
Melissa patted the seat next to her, and I sat down.
"Do you know what he has planned?" I whispered.
"Not a clue," she whispered back. "You are okay with this aren't you?"
"I was just going to ask you that," I replied.
Eric came back in and the two of us turned our attention to him. He stood in front of us and watched our faces, almost as if he was trying to make up his mind about something. We were all silent for about a minute before he began to speak.
"Very well…first I'd like to compliment you, Maria, on your collection. From the wear on some of your gear I'm sure you'll have no problem with today's activities. You should be able to help out Melissa if she gets into trouble."
I blushed a little but said nothing.
"From this moment on, however, I expect your full cooperation and obedience. We've already talked about our likes and dislikes and we are all sufficiently like-minded that you shouldn't have to worry about something too unexpected happening. Are you ready?"
We both nodded, glancing at each other for support.
"Very good, we will begin. I want you both to stand up."
We stood up. I was suddenly nervous. It was like the time I first tried a bungee jump. When I got ready to jump, it was like my heart started pumping a hundred times harder, but something inside me said I would be okay so I jumped, and had a great time. Again that little voice said I would be okay.
"Now," continued Eric, "I want you both to remove your clothing, every stitch."
I gasped, even though I wasn't too surprised. I looked over at Melissa as if to ask her if it was okay to undress in front of her boyfriend. She gave me an encouraging smile and began to unbutton her blouse.
So I started to undress.
Bondage for me has always been something done nude, and I knew we touched on this when we talked a few nights ago. Still, this was our first time together.
By the time I was down to bra and panties, Melissa was already nude. The two of them watching me made me very self conscious and I almost couldn't finish. But I said I would go through with it so moments later I stood wearing nothing but a rather embarrassed smile.
Eric rather deliberately looked me up and down, making me blush even further. His attention prompted a “humph” from Melissa and he laughed out loud. His laughter caught on and soon we were all laughing, the tension eased somewhat.
He asked us both to wait and went into the dining room, returning moments later with two red ball gags, one of them mine.
"Do you have to gag us?" Melissa asked.
"Yes, I know how much you like to whine," he replied with a smile.
He strapped hers on first, pinching a nipple to make her squeal and open her mouth.
"Do I need to pinch you too?" he asked me.
I opened my mouth and he pushed the ball gag gently into it, buckling the strap tightly in back. I immediately started to drool.
He ordered me back onto the couch and asked me to sit on my hands, which I did. Then he collected some rope from the dining room and proceeded to wrap Melissa in a web-like manner across her shoulders and between her breasts, around and around, pinning her arms to the sides. Eventually he worked down where he could bind her wrists together palm to palm in front of her before taking the rope up between her legs and tying it off high behind her back.
When he was done she was very well trussed up, unable to move her hands and arms at all. The white rope outlined her breasts. She looked great.
"Sit down Melissa, it's Maria's turn."
As she sat, I rose, and he began to bind me in much the same way as he had Melissa, except he crossed my wrists instead of tying them palm to palm. As he worked he occasionally brushed against my nipples and I could feel and see them growing hard. So could he and he gave me a wink.
When it came time for him to pull the rope between my legs he put one hand on my hip and grabbed the rope with the other and gently but firmly pulled it up and back so it was tight.
My legs were slightly apart, how they got that way I don't know. It was easy for him to score a direct hit on my pussy with the rope and he didn't miss the opportunity. He tied it a couple of times in back and when he was done my entire upper body was well restrained.
I tried to pull my arms up but all I did was pull the crotch rope in deeper. It felt great. I did wonder why he’d left our legs untied. I would find out soon enough.
"Are you both comfortable?" he asked. "No tight spots, no skin being pinched anywhere?"
We both tested our bonds, wriggling and straining to reach unreachable knots, but he had tied us too well. We both nodded okay.
"Good. Now follow me."
He helped Melissa stand and then led us toward the back of the house. I didn't begin to get nervous again until a door he led us through turned out to be his garage. He walked over to his car while Melissa and I both watched from the doorway.
It took Eric a moment to realize we had stopped.
"Well come on!"
We shook our heads.
"You did promise to obey me, are you going back on that?"
Melissa and I looked at each other for a moment, before slowly crossing over to where he stood.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine," he said, a hand on each of our shoulders.
He opened the back door and guided Melissa in first, putting on her seat belt and quickly tying her feet with some rope he had brought along. Then he did the same to me. With the seat belt crossing over our arms, we were well and truly trapped. But as nervous as I was I was still having a good time. None of my previous boyfriends had been this inventive.
Eric closed the door and went around to the driver's seat. Once the car started he hit a couple of buttons and the windows that I hadn't noticed were down, rolled up. They were tinted, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked over at Melissa and saw that she too was breathing easier.
The garage door started opening and Eric got out of the car and went back into the house.
For five minutes Melissa and I struggled to free ourselves, but none of the ropes budged an inch.
When he came back he opened my door again.
"Almost forgot these," he whispered, and my world went black as the blindfold slipped on.
From then on it was just sounds and movement. The sound of my door closing and Melissa's opening when he blindfolded her. The movement of the car as he pulled it out of the garage and onto the street. The sounds of other traffic, sometimes very nearby, with me wondering just how good the tinting was. The fast regular bumps we encountered that told me we had just got on the highway out of town.
I don't know how long we drove, an hour maybe? All I could think about was that I had never been an hour by car away from my clothes, ever!
When we finally stopped, we had traveled a long way on a gravel road and the sudden silence told me we were out in the country somewhere.
Eric opened the door and undid my seat belt and my legs.
Helping (and wandering) hands helped me out of my seat, and I was led, still blindfolded, a little way before being left alone.
I was in full sunshine; I could feel it on my skin. It felt warm and soothing. It eased the tension that had been building since I stepped into the garage. The grass under my bare feet felt stiff and dry. This wasn't someone's lawn. I turned trying to sense where we were, but apart from the sun and a slight breeze that carried the smell of the open country, there was nothing. Here I was, stark naked, who knows where, and I was unable to tell if anyone was even watching me.
A few minutes later footsteps approached and I hoped it was Eric returning with Melissa.
It was.
He took off our blindfolds and we blinked in the bright sunshine.
Melissa immediately started protesting through her gag, but not a word could be understood. I looked around and saw that we were in a middle of a series of rolling hills. A valley led off to our left and the road where the car sat curled around a hill to our right.
There were almost no trees to be seen except for down deep in the valley where I assumed a stream ran.
We were very exposed, visible for miles.
Melissa was getting a little frantic and Eric wasn't having any luck calming her down. I put my hand on hers, and for a moment we connected again. She calmed down at my touch and between us we seemed to make a commitment to see this through.
I don't know why I was so calm about all this. I had never done anything like this in my life. Yet it felt great!
I wondered what he had planned next.
"Are you both okay to carry on?" Eric asked. He’d evidently missed our exchange. Everyone does.
We nodded.
"Good," he smiled, relieved. I wondered how much of this he had done before, and if we were fulfilling a fantasy of his. I decided to ask him later.
"Now your next task you do together, but without me," he said, pulling out another rope from a pocket. While he talked he attached the rope to Melissa's right ankle and my left ankle. "You see that valley down there? The other end is about five miles away. It’s pure country as far as I know. This road curls around the hills a bit and crosses it at the far end, but it takes about 10 miles to do it in. You gals have a choice. You can either follow the road and walk ten miles, or follow the valley and walk five. I'll wait for you at the other end. And don't worry about hurrying, I brought a book!"
Five miles, he expected us to walk five miles trussed up naked where anyone could see us! I almost protested myself, but then looked around again. This place seemed deserted. Covered in grass and too steep to farm, the land here had been left alone. There probably wasn't anyone around here.
Melissa was looking to me to decide. I nodded, and then so did she.
"You're both just great." Eric said and reached out and hugged Melissa to himself for a moment, his hands cupping her buttocks making her squeal. He let her go and gave me the same treatment, his fingers digging deep and making me squeal too.
Melissa seemed to laugh behind her gag and I was glad her sense of humor was still there.
"Just promise me one thing. I know that when I leave you guys could easily untie each other. I haven't made it that hard if you both cooperate. But I ask you not to. I did it that way in case in an emergency you really needed to get loose. To enjoy this properly please stay tied up and together."
We nodded once more, now eager to see how we would do like this.
Eric ran to the car and we watched it drive off, wishing we were still inside. I turned and walked toward the valley, Melissa getting in step beside me. I did not want to take the road. For one thing ten miles is way too far to go barefoot if you aren't used to it, and most of all where there is a road there can be people. In my present state I wanted to avoid them as much as possible.
The hobble connecting Melissa and me was about three feet long and soon became a real nuisance as it caught on many things in the short grass.
I seriously considered untying it when Melissa discovered that if she kept it taut between us it wouldn't drag and get caught. In this manner we walked downhill and followed an old fence line for a while.
The sun felt good until I realized that I wasn't wearing sunblock, and then I wondered how much time we'd spend in it before getting under cover. I looked over at Melissa and watched her scan the hills looking for people who could see us. Not that we could do anything about it. There wasn't much we could hide behind. Watching her walk, arms bound to her sides, breasts bouncing freely, I began to laugh. Melissa raised her eyebrows but our silent communication wasn't up to my telling her how ludicrous our situation was. So we just plodded on.
What did begin to get our attention after a while were our crotch ropes. As we walked they would rub, and while at first it was just a tight feeling, soon we couldn't help notice how much the friction was stimulating us. I tried to push my arms down, to lessen the friction, but I could never keep it up for long and before long it would be sawing again at my poor clit. It was very distracting.
Eventually we came to another fence, a newer one that ran across our path.
Bound as we were there was no way to climb it, we had to follow it. But it led along the side of the hill and didn't let us any closer to the valley floor where there was shade. It at least let us head toward the other end of the valley, and I wondered if Eric knew this fence would be here and that we would be exposed for the entire walk.
I wouldn't have put it past him.
Even if we untied ourselves we still wouldn't have anything to wear or cover ourselves for the walk. Bound or not, this was still a hairy adventure.
I'm not sure how far we’d gone when we found the gap. It had been a while and we were both trying to pass the time and ignore the heat between our legs by humming Beatles tunes behind our gags when I saw it.
A deeply trodden path, more of a rut, led up to the fence from the other side and through a gate, and continued on up the hill. The gate hadn't closed all the way and there was space for us to squeeze through.
Melissa tried to pull me through, but I hesitated.
Where there was a path, you found people. But we had both been out in the sun for a while now and I knew that if we didn't find some cover soon we would be burning in places we never had before. I looked closer at the path but could not make out any footprints. What I saw instead were hoof prints and thought maybe that this was just a cattle path or something.
Reluctantly I gave in and we squeezed through and headed downhill once more. It wasn't long before we got to the bottom and under the shade of the trees that grew there. I could hear running water but couldn't see the stream through the thick undergrowth. Melissa sat down and I joined her and we huddled together while we rested.
I could see Melissa working her jaw, and realized that her gag must really be getting uncomfortable. She wasn't as used to them as I was and I know it takes time and a lot of practice to wear a gag for extended periods.
I was tempted to take it off, but decided against it. Feeling a little malicious I let her suffer for dragging me into this. I wanted to reach between my legs and soothe the itch that was driving me mad, but with Melissa so close I didn't dare.
Soon we up again and following the path that seemed to stick to the bottom of the valley.
Here were fairly well hidden. The slope of the hills and the winding of the valley meant that we couldn't be seen except from very close up. It also meant we couldn't see very far ahead, as we discovered about a mile farther down.
We were just rounding a turn when we came face to face with a rider on horseback. He was about 30 yards in front of us and just as startled as we were.
In a panic we left the trail and started to climb the hill. We didn't get very far. The hill was steep and when Melissa lost her footing she began to slide back down, unable to catch herself in her bound condition. Tied together, I was of course dragged with her.
We ended up on the path again this time right in front of the horse rider.
He got off the horse and helped us both to our feet and then stepped back to take in our appearance.
I don't think I have ever been this embarrassed. Here was a good-looking guy and his first sight of me was when I was naked and gagged and bound in rope. I just wanted to hide under a rock.
"Are you okay?" he asked us.
We nodded; I didn't dare look him in the eyes.
He walked behind Melissa and undid her gag. She moved her jaw slowly once he pulled the ball out, getting it used to movement again.
"Thanks…" was all she could manage.
The rider was looking at the gag, then at us.
"You aren't in trouble, are you?" It was more of a statement than a question.
I shook my head and Melissa said no.
"You're just out here for fun?"
"Yes," Melissa replied, "it's kinda hard to explain."
The guy just shook his head.
"I know all about these kinky games, and I can recognize a couple of devotees when I see them. Why don't you tell me about it?"
"Er...I don't suppose you have anything we can wear do you?"
"What, and spoil your game? Why don't you just tell me about it first?"
So, standing naked in front of this guy we have never met before, Melissa explained about Eric and what had happened so far that afternoon. As she talked the guy watched her face, but he would look over at me and glance down my entire body frequently and smile. I didn't know if it was that he was very good looking, or if it was just the crotch rope but I couldn't help smiling back around my gag as best I could.
"Well, you're wrong about not being in trouble," he said when Melissa finished, "this is private property and you're trespassing. Still, I have never had trespassers like you before so I wouldn't get too worried. I'll just take you back down to my place and go find this boyfriend of yours so he can take you home, okay?"
Melissa didn't know what to say, and I just nodded meekly.
"Right," he said, stepping forward.
Before Melissa could stop him he reached out and popped the gag back in her mouth, buckling it once more. Then he bent down and untied the rope between our ankles.
"Now I'm not going to spoil your game," he said standing up again, "so I'm going to take you back in a way that you might appreciate, given your current situation." He smiled and then reached between my breasts. I stepped back but he was too quick and began to tie the short rope that had connected us to the rope that ran between my breasts.
I looked over at Melissa, and willed her to run, but she just stood there watching. He took the other end and tied it to her in the same manner so we were connected again, this time chest to chest, three feet apart. He then went to his horse and brought back a coil of larger rope. One end he tied to the rope that connected us, the other he kept in his hand. He remounted his horse and tied the rope off on the pommel.
"You know, I have always wanted to have a couple of beautiful naked women bound to my horse. I guess it’s my lucky day," he said with a smile. He got his horse moving and rode it slowly back the way he had come, the two of us helplessly following behind.
It wasn't too far when we came to a thick grove of trees that surrounded a few buildings. There was a big house, a barn and a few sheds scattered around. In front of the house sat a brand new pickup and a gravel driveway led off into the trees on the far side. It all looked very nice and totally isolated.
The rider rode up to the house and tied his horse to an old hitching post in front of it. He then took the rope and led us both onto a large open porch.
"I'll have you ladies sit on the swing right there," he said, pointing.
We sat and he tossed the rope over the back of the swinging love seat and ducked down to pull it out from underneath.
In a moment he had all our legs bound tightly and we were stuck.
"I'll just be a moment." And he went inside.
As soon as he was gone we both tried frantically to untie the ropes. But we couldn't reach any of the knots and nothing we did could loosen any of them.
The guy came back out bearing a tray with three large glasses on them.
"Apple juice. I love the stuff. I bet you're pretty thirsty right now."
To our surprise he took off both our gags and put the glasses to our lips so we could drink. I started to protest, but realized that he hadn't really done anything worth protesting about, apart from keeping us tied. Besides, the juice was really good.
"Better?" he asked.
"Thanks," I replied, "but could you untie us and find us something to wear?"
"I could, but I won’t. I'm not going to spoil your game. It's something I enjoy myself."
Hmmm...good-looking and interested in bondage. Melissa could see the gears turning in my head and gave me a look.
"What I am going to do, is first put my horse in the barn, and then go drive over to the crossing to get your boyfriend. He can decide what to do with you then. Okay?"
Reluctantly we both agreed. I asked him his name.
"I'm Alan. I own this place now. It's been in the family for three generations. Pretty much this entire valley belongs to me, the bottom half of it anyway." He went on to tell us that he was a software engineer working out of his office here in the house, and that he now lived here alone since his father died not too long ago. He let us drink more of the juice until we were finished, before getting up again.
I thought he was just going to start on his horse, but instead he pulled out a bandana and cleave gagged Melissa.
"You don't have to do that, you know," I said.
"I have to leave you alone for a while, and your outfits just aren't complete without a gag."
So that's how we ended up cleave gagged and swinging gently in the breeze while Alan drove away some twenty minutes later.
We had been waiting for a while and were starting to get worried when we heard vehicles approaching. First to appear was Alan in his truck. Behind him was Eric's familiar car and for the first time we both really relaxed. The end was in sight.
Alan got out and watched as Eric hopped onto the porch and undid our gags.
"Are you two okay? Did anything happen? Are you hurt?" he asked breathlessly.
We assured him we were fine and he took Melissa in his arms and hugged her deeply. I glanced over at Alan and found him watching me. I blushed, not knowing why. He would look at Melissa, but I noticed his eyes always returned to stare at me.
Melissa said something that caught me daydreaming and brought me back to reality. "I need to pee, can you untie me now?"
"Me too," I chimed in.
Eric bent low to undo our feet when Alan stepped up behind him and whispered in his ear.
With an evil smile Eric stood up again.
"Can I assume," Eric began, "that I'm still in control here?"
"I think things have gone a lot differently than you planned, Eric," I said.
"True, but not badly. If you're willing to go on, Alan and I have been talking. I know that Melissa and I don’t have any plans for tonight or tomorrow. If you are free too Maria, then Alan has asked if we wanted to stay through the weekend to continue our game."
Wow!
"Can Melissa and I talk about it? You haven't really given us a chance to do that since we started."
"Sure, go ahead."
"Come on in Eric," said Alan, "I'll get you a beer."
The two men went inside, leaving the two of us, still nude and bound, finally able to talk.
"Well?" I asked Melissa.
"I don't know. This is all happening so fast."
"I know. Still..."
"You're attracted to him aren't you?" she asked with a smile.
To tell the truth I was attracted to both of them. "To who?" I asked.
"Alan. The way he's been watching you the feeling is mutual."
I laughed, although I felt she was right.
"Tell you what, Sweetie; I'll stick with it for the weekend so you can spend more time with Alan."
"Gee, thanks," I said, wondering if I was that transparent.
"That's what friends are for!"
We were giggling away at what he might look like under his shirt when the men came out and asked us for our decision. When we said we'd keep going if Alan didn't mind the company, Eric grinned and he and Alan cleave gagged us once more before untying out legs.
To my surprise we weren't led inside the house to a bathroom, instead we were taken over to a tree where our tether was tied out of our reach.
We started making noises and gestured as best we could about our need to use the bathroom. Eric told us that we could go where we were and we were shocked. He just laughed and he and Alan went back to the house.
Men. The world may be their toilet, but it's not as easy for women. We resisted in the hope that they would return, but soon pride and embarrassment gave way to physical need and I, then Melissa, gave in and relieved ourselves. Still bound together we couldn't hide from each other – another bonding experience.
Eventually the men came over again and Eric told us that he had to drive back for some overnight things, but that Alan would watch over us for a while.
We watched, feeling a little abandoned as he drove off. We knew it would be at least two hours before he made it back.
"Well," said Alan, "I think its time I undid those ropes, you've been bound like that for a long time now and you must be getting stiff. And I bet you could use a good wash!"
We agreed on both counts.
He undid our tether and led us toward the barn.
Stopping right in front he undid the rope between my breasts, brushing my nipples as he did so. They immediately got hard and I flexed my wrists, digging in the crotch rope. Alan noticed and laughed and I wondered if I would ever stop blushing.
Once free of the tether he led me over to a post and using a short piece of rope bound me loosely to it. Then he started taking all the ropes off Melissa, although he avoided undoing her wrists and left her gagged.
I could tell she was pretty glad to be able to move her arms, and Alan was kind enough to let her flex them a little to work out a few kinks. Taking her wrists again Alan hooked them to a cable above her head that hung down from a hoist in front of the hay loft.
Melissa was stretched out and completely exposed. Up until now we could at least use our hands to hide our pussies, now she couldn't hide anything. Still, she didn't seem to mind and turned slightly so he could get a good view. The slut.
I laughed.
She knew what I was thinking and laughed too.
That is until he turned the hose on her.
It must have been ice cold the way she squealed and danced around. When she was completely wet, Alan put down the hose and got a bucket from inside the barn and put some water in it. He added what looked like soap off a shelf along one side and a big brush.
"Time for that wash I promised."
I watched in amazement as he soaped her down with the brush, making sure to scrub every inch of her body. The bristles looked huge and hard, but I don't think he was rubbing too hard or Melissa would have really had something to say. Instead she looked like she was really getting into it when he stopped and picked up the hose again, rinsing her off with a long jet of water that had her jumping around again.
A wet, but clean, Melissa was led over to my post a few moments later, hands now retied behind her.
Alan released me from the post and Melissa took my place.
It was my turn for a bath.
Bound to the cable exactly as Melissa had been, I couldn't look Alan in the eye as he had his first unobstructed look at my body. He told me I looked lovely and I smiled before the water hit me.
It was COLD!
I screamed into my gag and tried to move away, but couldn't escape the stream of water. I thought he had been shooting the water at me for much longer than he had Melissa when he finally shut it off and brought the bucket.
The water in the bucket was cold too. The brush reminded me of how tender my skin was. I must have gotten sunburned being out so long without sunblock. The soap didn't smell familiar to me at all (I was later told it's the same stuff he washes his horse with, humph). I was just beginning to wonder if my sunburn would peel, when I felt the brush go between my legs and Alan's other hand caress my right nipple.
He didn't do THAT to Melissa!
I squirmed under his touch, eyes tightly shut as he worked that brush across a VERY sensitive area. I knew I had been building a lot of sexual tension since we began this adventure, but it was nothing compared to what was being done to me now. It was as if he was moving in slow motion. I could feel each bristle as it struck my clit before being hurried along by the next. Each one sent a shiver through my legs and I almost collapsed. His hand at my breast had me panting through the gag and I wished he had a third hand so my other love-starved breast could join in.
I opened my eyes and sought Melissa out.
She was still bound to the post, eyes wide, obviously enjoying my predicament.
Just when I thought I was abut to orgasm, Alan stepped back and a blast of cold water dampened my enthusiasm.
I could have cried. I bet the bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
Cold, defeated, and very frustrated, I hung there for a few minutes while Alan put away his cleaning supplies and unhooked me.
"I bet that feels better now doesn't it?" he said with a grin.
I glared at him, but couldn't keep it up and we both laughed.
He rebound my hands behind me and led me into the barn.
He led me directly into what looked like an empty horse stall, and locked the gate. It took a moment to realize that this was the first time since we started that Melissa and I weren't together.
I need not have worried. A minute later Alan came back in with Melissa in tow, and put her in a stall next to mine.
"I'll be back when Eric gets here, have fun," he said as he left us alone.
The walls of the stalls went right up to the ceiling, so we couldn't see each other, until I sat down and saw that the lower third of each wall was slatted instead of solid.
We still couldn't talk though, at least not enough to understand each other easily. With our hands bound rather well behind us that wasn't going to change either.
I lay down on the straw and promptly fell asleep.
The sound of the door opening woke me up.
"Damn," I heard Alan say, "I was hoping to wake up Sleeping Beauty with a kiss!"
This made me smile and blush yet again and Alan laughed.
He escorted me toward the house where I could see Eric and Melissa already heading. The sun was low in the sky and I wondered what time it was.
Inside the house, which was definitely not as tidy as Eric's, I didn't see any clocks (I was told later that this was done on purpose to keep us guessing). I was taken through to the kitchen to find Eric kneeling before Melissa, fastening leather ankle cuffs on her. Her hands were still tied behind her but her gag had been removed.
Alan took my gag off (I thanked him a lot). He reached into a heap of bondage equipment that had been piled on the kitchen table for a set of ankle cuffs to put on me. Now I knew what kind of overnight equipment Eric meant.
"I thought it would help ease up on the rope burns if I brought this stuff along." he said catching my look.
"Sure," I replied. "and can I ask what you have planned for us?"
Eric laughed and Alan said we would find out anyway so why ask.
My ankle cuffs were connected with about eight inches of chain and locked on with two tiny padlocks. Before untying my wrists Alan put on two similar wrist cuffs, also locked on with padlocks. He undid the rope holding together my wrists and quickly fastened my wrists together in front of me with a bigger padlock.
Eric did the same with Melissa.
Then Eric dragged out something I hated, bit gags. I hate the way they bite into my cheeks.
"Do we have to be gagged again? Melissa and I haven't had a chance to talk at all today," I whined.
"Not true," Alan answered, "but as you’ve spent so much time being gagged today, I figure we can let you have a little time off later. Is that okay with you Eric?"
"Fine by me!"
"But for now..."
I struggled as best I could, but to no avail. The hated bit gag sat snug in my mouth, locked in place with another tiny lock and again Melissa and I were struck mute.
"Okay girls," smirked Eric, "we fellas are headed to the den to watch TV. I'm sure there is something here you can whip up for dinner. Call us...sorry, heh heh, come get us when it's ready."
The men collected the rest of the bondage gear and cleared out. That left Melissa and me in a role I'm sure every man dreams of: naked, silent and in the kitchen. How sexist!
Melissa shrugged and began going through the cupboards, so I shuffled over and joined her.
We soon determined that we could cook a pretty good spaghetti meal out of what we found, and even though we couldn't talk we managed to work well together. Quite often we caught one of the men standing in the doorway watching us shuffle along, our feet only able to take eight-inch steps, our breasts jiggling with the rapid movement of our hips. Our cuffed hands made it difficult not to look like naked slave girls preparing their masters’ dinner and I was sure that was exactly the look they wanted.
When we were finally done, and the table set and ready, we shuffled off in search of our "masters" and found them a few rooms away watching football. Melissa and I, through sign language and direction, had arranged little surprise for them. We each shuffled in front of one of them, and at the same time dropped to our knees and bent down low with our arms outstretched and our heads to the floor. We had expected them to laugh, but instead Eric had the nerve to lift his feet and put them directly on Melissa's back.
She wasn't going to have any of that. She attempted to rise but Eric leaned over and began tickling her exposed sides.
She immediately collapsed laughing and tried to defend herself as Eric tickled her unmercifully, laughing almost as much as she was.
By now I’d sat up and Alan and I watched as the two of them rolled together on the floor laughing their heads off.
"I think we’d better leave them to it," whispered Alan in my ear, so I got up and followed him into the kitchen.
By the time Eric and Melissa joined us, Alan had just finished using some rope to bind me to one of the kitchen chairs and had taken out my gag so we could talk. He was a very interesting guy and I found myself liking him more and more.
Once Melissa was bound in place, the men served the meal. Except for the females at the table being nude and bound, it was a fairly normal dinner party. Alan and Eric made sure we weren't hungry by feeding us our spaghetti and helping us drink our wine. A lot of both ended up running down our chins and onto our chests. ‘Not by accident,’ I thought.
When Alan asked us what was for dessert, neither Melissa nor I could really answer. We hadn't found anything we could use for a dessert.
The men already knew. They turned our chairs to one side and began licking up all the wine and sauce they had spilled on us. Melissa and I laughed and cried! It was a silly, simple, wonderful moment and I loved every second of it.
After we had all calmed down, the gags were put back in and we were told to clean up the kitchen and do the dishes before coming back to the den. So, being the good little slave girls that we were, we hurried through our chores and made our way back to the den. The men were ready for us.
They had us stand with our legs as far apart as the hobble chains would let us, and fastened chastity belts around our waists. Before pulling through the crotch belts, however they presented us with an object I recognized, but which Melissa didn't. I groaned and Melissa gave me puzzled look. Her look changed to delight when Eric placed the butterfly vibrator in his hand between her legs.
I looked down to see Alan doing the same thing, and a far away voice asked me what the hell I was doing letting a guy I had never seen before today suddenly get very intimate with me.
I told the voice to shut up and made sure the vibrator was seated properly before Alan locked on the crotch strap.
Only then did they take off our gags and the four of us settled down on the couch to watch a movie. I didn't get to watch much of it though, and I doubt Melissa did either.
Alan held the control for my vibrator in his hand and played with it almost continuously. He would turn it up high for a brief moment then turn it down to let me simmer, never letting it stay at one setting for long. His free hand would toy with a nipple or brush my hair and it wasn't long before I forgot all about the movie and just concentrated on what he was doing to me.
Alan and Eric must have had us writhing on their laps for hours. Panting with want, our minds were totally gone as we pleaded and shortly begged for the release of an orgasm.
What sluts we were!
Alan, by this time, had his shirt off and I was biting his nipples in an attempt to force him to let me cum. He stood up, lifted me in his arms and carried me from the room. He kept the vibrator on low as he carried me through dark hallway and outside into the moonlight.
It wasn't until we arrived that I saw we were back in the barn, and I feared he was going to lock me away again without giving me any kind of release at all!
Instead he laid me on my back on the straw in my stall and proceeded to bind me spread eagle to its four corners.
"Are you sure you want this?" I heard him ask.
"YES!!!" I screamed.
He unlocked the crotch strap and replaced the vibrator with his own manhood.
I came. I came. He came. I came. I came.
The only way I can describe how satisfying an orgasm like this feels, is to say why don't you let yourself be sexually teased for hours without being able to cum and then suddenly be pushed over the edge?
Without trying it, you can't imagine it.
We lay there in the dark for a while, just holding each other. Actually it was just him holding me as I was still spread out by the ropes attached to my cuffs.
Eventually, Alan whispered in my ear. "Would you like to stop now, and come sleep in a real bed?"
I thought about it. But I wasn't sure. Bondage had brought us together, and bondage had given me this incredible high. I thought that if we reverted now, we’d become an ordinary couple. Would it destroy the magic for the rest of the weekend?
I shook my head slowly.
"Alan, I love what we're doing right now. Please let’s not stop…at least not yet."
Alan kissed me tenderly on the cheek, then more forcefully on the mouth, and soon we were again making love in the straw.
I must have fallen asleep in the second afterglow, for I woke up feeling a buzzing between my legs. Alan was gone, the butterfly vibrator back in its place set on low, and I was still spread out and tied down. I also was cleave gagged once more.
The sound that woke me was Melissa in the next stall attempting to ask me if I was okay.
I grunted an okay and closed my eyes again. I couldn't see too well in the dark but, if the men went true to form, she would be bound as I was and that meant that neither of us would be getting much sleep.
