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High Security

10/18/2006

Kathy was waking up. She was somewhere between that semi-
dream state and fully conscious, aware of her husband's
moving silently
around the bedroom and readying himself for the Friday
before a three day
weekend. She rolled over and felt herself drifting back
into a sound sleep
when he bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. This
made her smile and
she opened her eyes enough to see Glen's face near her's
and his hand
reaching out to move a curl of brunette hair away from her
eye. "Good
morning Sweetie, I'm leaving now, have a good day."
he whispered. Kathy
moved her arms out from under the thick green comforter
and reached up for
him. In response he hugged her and their lips met in a much
more passionate
kiss than that short peck he'd given her seconds earlier.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked when their lips parted. "Like a rock, sex
is the greatest sleep aid
there is, and after the way you did me last night I don't
think I moved all
night." she said as she yawned and stretched. "
Yeah, it's amazing what a pair
of handcuffs and a ballgag will do for a good evening of screwing."
he
offered, looking over at the nightstand to where the things
she had worn the
evening before lay in a pile.
Kathy grinned up at him and looked up and back at the restraints
she
had played host to for several hours the previous evening.
"Does that mean if
you put those on me now that you'd fuck me again like
you did last night?" Glen reached over and picked up the handcuffs and waist
chain and brought
them over to the bed. "I'll put them back on you
but I've got to go to work,
you can wear them and pretend that I'm here."
he teased. "Ok, lock me up." she said holding her hands out to him but still laying on
her side with her eyes
half closed. Glen snapped a cuff closed around her left
wrist and she both
heard and felt it ratchet closed on her. He slid the transport
chain under her
covers and by touch around her slender waist, finding the
right size to make it
before running the elongated loop of steel through a chain
link and snapping
the loose end of the chain encircling her to itself to keep
it from dangling.
Kathy put her hands under the comforter and he had little
difficulty passing
the open cuff through the keeper link then closing it around
her right wrist,
snugging it to match it's mate. He reached over to the
nightstand and picked
up a small ring of keys and with the pin on the end of one of
them double
locked her cuffs then placed the keys back where he had taken
them from.
"There you go Sweetie, you're back in restraints,
just like last night and I have
to leave or I'm going to be late.
Kathy couldn't reach up to hug him again, her hands
were now securely
linked to the Martin transport chain around her waist and
held down as if she
was a dangerous criminal being transported by the police.
Glen kissed her
again and she made a little whimper as she felt the passion
growing between
them the longer the kiss lasted. She could feel the cuffs
around her wrists and
the combination of her husband's kiss and her restraints
started a fire in her
that would need attention real soon but it wouldn't
be him that gave it the
attention it needed, "Kat, I've got to go, I'll
call you later." with that Glen
stood up and looked back at his beautiful wife as he walked
out of their
bedroom. "I love you." she said to him as he took
one last look at her, still
laying, covered by the green quilted comforter up to her
chin. "Love you." was his reply as his face disappeared from her view.
Kathy tugged upwards against her cuffs and the chain around
her waist,
lifting her hands as far as the restraints would allow and
as all the times
before found that by lowering it, she could just reach her
face with her finger
tips as she wiped at some sleep at the corner of her eye. She
focused on the
security system keypad on the wall across from where she
lay and listened for
any sound he made as he left. She twisted the cuff around
her right wrist and
tested it's fit. Like always Glen knew just how tight
to put those steel
bracelets on her so as to keep her from ever hoping to slip
out of them but
loose enough that they didn't cause her any discomfort.
She watched the
keypad intently and saw the indicator LED go from green
to red as he
opened the door leading into the garage. The keypad displayed
the green, safe
condition for a moment then back to red when he touched the
button on the
wall that opened the big double car door. When the house
was quiet like it
was in the mornings and if she listened carefully she could
just discern the
low rumble of the door going up in it's tracks. She laid
perfectly still,
watching the keypad and listening, "There he goes."
she said aloud to the
empty bedroom as she heard the ever so soft thump of the door
closing
against the garage floor and the confirmation of the green
indicator coming
back up on the keypad.
Kathy rolled onto her back and moved her captive hands
under her
covers, relishing the feel of the steel confining her free
movements. The
handcuffs and chain had by now warmed to her body temperature
and
provided her with their snug, inescapable vigil over her
freedom. She loved
the feel of the cuffs on her wrists and the chain sliding
around her torso made
chills up her back with the memory of those times when he
was there to tease,
torment and pleasure her while she was similarly confined.
She pulled at her
cuffs again and laid, eyes closed and recalled the previous
evening when she
was his prisoner, him pounding away at her and she matching
his powerful
thrusts, grunting and snorting into her gag as he brought
them both to orgasm
several times over the course of the three or four hour session.
Kathy rolled
her head and saw her gag right where he'd put it when
he'd finally taken it out
just before they fell asleep, exhausted and wrapped together
on the big bed.
She made an instinctive move to reach up for the ball and
strap, momentarily
forgetting her cuffs but the action was halted almost before
it began which
brought a satisfied little moan from the captive brunette.
She actually wanted
to put the gag on but that would mean she would have to get
up and out of the
bed to reach it and she was so comfortable. She nullified
her immediate desire
with the memory of what her gag felt like and let her fingers
find that part of
her that needed attention right then.
Kathy knew her vibrator was in the headboard cabinet but
like the
ballgag would require that she get up from her comfy repose
and she had
herself well on the way to a nice little orgasm without either
so she continued
her quest and kept her fingers busy, listening to the clicking
and jingles
produced by her cuffs and waist chain and making sweet,
girl sounds of
pleasure as the goal she was after moved closer and closer
to being reality.
Finally what she wanted, needed most at that time was rewarded
her and she
squealed her delight at the lovely pulsing throbs that
quaked her naked body
and left her breathing hard and with a light sheen of perspiration
covering her
skin. "Oh boy, that was nice." she told herself
as she let the rhythm of her
fingers slow to a soft, sensual massage of her clit and labia.
After a few minutes of enjoyment of her afterglow, Kathy
rolled her
head over to see the clock on the nightstand and watched
the digital display
click over to read, eight ten. "Ok, enough play time."
she told herself, "It's
time to get up and going, you've got places to go and
people to see." She
remembered that she and her friend Kerri were supposed
to meet for lunch at
noon and she needed to go to the bank and stop off at the post
office before
then. Reluctantly she kicked back the covers and with a
little effort managed
to get into a siting position on the bed. She glanced down
at her cuffs as she
made her way to the edge and the side rail then threw her legs
out and over.
Their bed was a giant waterbed that sat atop a two-tier underdresser.
That put
the top of the bed rails nearly a full yard off the floor and
Kathy knew that
without the use of her hands to help maneuver herself over
the edge she had
to 'walk' her butt over the ledge to hop down and
off the bed. It took some
effort but in a few moments she was standing on the thick,
white carpet and
she turned to reach down for the ring of keys laying on the
nightstand. As she
picked them up she also saw the gag and just for a moment she
wanted to put
it on then remembered her cuffs and knew that getting her
gag off with them
linked to the waist chain was nearly impossible and that
putting the ball in
and buckling the strap would be even more difficult with
her limited reach.
Abandoning the gag idea she turned and headed for the bathroom
and to take
care of her immediate need of relieving her full bladder.

As she walked past the big dresser with it's nearly
full length dressing
mirror, she stopped and examined herself in it's surface.
She moved her hands
and admired the way the shiny links of the chain contrasted
with her summer
tanned skin and the gleaming steel cuffs around her wrists
looked big and
implacable on her small hands. She liked the look of the
loop of extra chain
that drooped down and over her right hip. She looked a little
more closely at
the handcuffs then turned her attention to them instead
of their reflected
image. Somehow the cuffs looked unfamiliar, she turned
her hands to more
closely examine the steel manacles that now adorned her
and tried to
remember if she had ever seen this particular pair before.
They actually
looked not that much different from several of the others
they owned with the
exception of the odd raised blister-like thing on the side
of each cuff opposite
the keyhole. She eyed the keyhole and saw that it looked
exactly like most of
the others with the exception of a couple of foreign cuffs
and the old Darby
Hiatts that used the big screw bolt key. She gave the cuffs
a quizzical
expression then continued on to the bathroom and took a
seat on the toilet. As
she began to do what she came to do she selected one of the
keys on the ring
she had brought with her and started to insert it into the
hole in the side of her
left cuff. To her surprise she discovered that although
the hole looked exactly
like those on the other cuffs the key would not go in. "What
the hell?" she
said quietly as she tried another key, then another with
the same results.
"What's going on here?" she asked the steel
locked around her wrists as she
really took her first good look at them. "Smith &
Wesson, M 104." she read
on the side of the frame of her right cuff. The model number
didn't mean
anything to her but the brand name was familiar. They owned
at least three
other sets of Smith & Wesson handcuffs and she was certain
that they all
used the same key. Even the leg irons and those hinged cuffs
that he was so
fond of seeing her in relied on the same, standard handcuff
key to open them.
"So what the fuck is going on here?" she asked
again as she tried the same
four keys on the ring again but still finding that not one
of them would fit in
the hole on the side of the cuffs now confining her hands
to the chain around
her waist.
"Glenn, you rat, what have you done?" she said
with a half giggle in
her voice. Kathy finished her task on the commode and reached
instinctively
for the tissue on the roller next to where she sat but that
movement like most
others was stopped short by her cuffs and chain. She had
to get up and kneel
next to the toilet to unroll enough tissue to take care of
her needs and when
she was finished she flushed then hurried out of the bathroom
and headed for
the downstairs to see if he had left the keys that would fit
her cuffs on the
kitchen counter. Upon reaching the kitchen she found only
a clean cup sitting
next to the still hot coffeepot as was his custom when he
left the house before
she came down for her first cup of the day. Kathy looked for
but did not find
anything that even remotely resembled a handcuff key.
"Oh shit, that rat. he
got me in these and now I can't get them off, where did
he put the keys?" The
captive spent the next fifteen minutes looking in all the
places she thought he
might have hidden the keys that would free her but found
nothing. She looked
at the phone and tried to guess whether he would be at his
office by now or
still in his car on the way. It was with some effort but she
managed to get the
phone up to her ear after she had dialed his car phone number.
After the
customary six rings that stupid, recorded female voice
came on telling her
that, "The party you are trying to reach is unavailable,
please try your call
again later." "Oh fuck you." Kathy told
the electronic voice and pushed the
button to disconnect from the line then dialed his office
phone only to get
another automated female telling her that her husband
wasn't in his office and
to leave a message. "Glenn, you're a rat, , call
me, I've got plans for the day
and I can't get out of these cuffs." she said to
his voice mail then hung up the
phone. She made an exasperated noise then went to pour herself
a cup of
coffee.
Everything Kathy attempted to do was difficult with her
restraints
keeping her hands confined at her waist. She did get her
coffee then with
some twisting and pulling she was able to light her first
cigarette and go sit in
the family room to wait for her husband to call her. As she
sat she looked at
the cuffs around her wrists and tried to remember the last
night's events. "I'm
sure these are the cuffs I wore last night, they were laying
right where he put
them when he took them off before we went to sleep."
but as she thought
about it in-depth, she realized that she couldn't
be positive. Glen was up a full
hour before she awoke this morning and would have had ample
time to switch
the cuffs by the bed. The only thing she was actually positive
of was that she
had worn chain-linked cuffs the night before and not the
hinged ones. He
never put her in hinged cuffs when some athletic sex might
be involved, they
tended to bruise her wrists during any especially playful
romps and the chain
cuffs were much more forgiving of her movements. Just which
cuffs she'd
worn last night she didn't really know and for most
of the first part of the
evening they had been behind her back and she didn't
actually remember
seeing them, at least a good look at them, till this morning,
after she was
locked in them and he was gone.
Kathy finished her cigarette and took a long sip of coffee
before
leaving the family room and putting her cup back on the counter,
walked
through the kitchen. "There's no use bringing
my cup with me, I can't even
drink from it unless I'm sitting down." she thought
as she made her way down
the basement steps to the playroom where they stored the
majority of their
bondage toys. She didn't really expect to find the
keys to her cuffs but she had
to look just to satisfy her curiosity. She approached the
big, stand-up
wardrobe where the restraints were kept and pulling open
the double doors
she looked at the key rack that contained the keys for all
of their lockable
restraints. The rack was at about her eye level and it was
easy to examine the
keys available for her inspection. To her chagrin the only
handcuff keys there
were the standard ones that fit most of the cuffs they had
and the odd-ball
ones for the foreign cuffs and antiques. 'Shit"
she said as she closed the doors
and stood, looking around the room where they played their
games and at the
wooden leg stocks that she had spent so many hours locked
in as his prisoner.
"At least I'm not sitting in that with my legs
locked up and spread, I can at
least walk around with these on." she said to the room,
looking down at the
steel that held her prisoner.
Making her way back upstairs she looked at the wall clock
in the
kitchen and realized that she had been handcuffed and alone
for well over an
hour now and Glenn had not returned her call. She got a little
worried, "He
should have been at the office by now, why hasn't he
called me?" She dialed
his number again but the voice mail operator answered and
started her speal
when Kathy hung up not giving the machine a chance to get
it's entire
message out. "God, I hope nothing's happened."
she said to herself as she
twisted her hands in their cuffs and tugged at the chain
keeping them confined
at her waist. She tried to put her worries out of her mind
and went back
upstairs to the bedroom and selected a pair of jeans from
her closet. It took
her some time and some odd movements but she was finally
successful at
getting the tight fitting blue denims up and snapped. "Ok,
I've got pants on but
that's it, I sure as hell can't put a blouse or even
a bra on like this." she spoke
to the mirror as she looked at the image of the helpless girl
in it.
The captive walked out of the bedroom and down the hall
to her
husband's home office. "Sometimes he has a pair
of cuffs on his desk, maybe
he put the keys in here." she said hopefully as she
started to explore the room.
On the desk was an open magazine and as she looked closely
she saw it was
actually a catalog. A police equipment and supply catalog
and it was open to
a page that displayed, of course, restraints. There was
one of those small,
yellow sticky notes attached over one of the adds and she
leaned down to
read his neat printing on it.
"Kat, these are what you're wearing, good luck
getting out of them."
It took her a second but quickly, comprehension flooded
over her face as she
lifted the sticky note and read the paragraph next to the
picture of a pair of
handcuffs exactly like those now locked snuggly around
her wrists.
"Recognizing the need for a high security handcuff,
Smith & Wesson
has introduced the Model 104 cuffs for those special security
needs. Utilizing
the same high quality you expect from S&W with the addition
of a new
design lock that requires a special, non-standard key,
the Model 104 fills the
need of a high security restraint when a standard cuff may
not be sufficient.
These cuffs are nearly impossible to open without the special
design key.
Available in nickel finish or stainless steel for marine
environments."
"Shit, shit, Glenn, I'm going to, ,, shit!"
she said as she grabbed for the
phone on his desk. Just as her hand touched the device it
rang which caused
her to jump. "Hello!" she almost yelled into
the handset. "Hey, are we having
fun yet?" Glenn asked.
"You turd, you put these on me and let me think I could
just let myself
out of them, where are the keys?" "Take it easy
Sweetie, I'll tell you if you
say you love me first." her husband said, a little
surprised that she sounded so
upset. Kathy realized that she was sounding pretty mad
when she really
wasn't, she had been worried that something might
have happened but she
really wasn't upset about being handcuffed. "I'm
sorry Honey, I was just a
little concerned that you didn't call me and I thought
something might have
happened, sorry, and I do love you." her voice had
softened considerably as
she spoke. "So, how do you like your new cuffs?"
he asked
"They're neat, but it was quite a shock when
I couldn't get any of our
keys to work in them, you're really a rat, you know that
don't you?" "Yeah, I
know, but it sure is fun thinking about you, home alone,
locked up in those
cuffs and that transport chain, I should do that more often."
he answered with
merriment in his voice. "So are you ready to get out
of your restraints?" " Yes, I'm meeting Kerri for lunch and I need to run some
errands before
noon." she told him. " Kerri, huh? Humm, now
there's an idea, you said that
she was curious about our games, why don't I call her
and tell her where your
keys are and she can come over and let you out of your cuffs?"
"Glenn, , don't
you even think about it, I'm not ready to let my best
friend see me like this." she looked at her cuffed wrists as she held the phone to her
ear. She was
silent for a moment as she recalled the conversation she'd
had with Kerri
about the bondage games she and Glenn played. It was after
a couple of
margaritas and Kerri had asked what they had done on a recent
overnight stay
at a fancy hotel. "Glenn handcuffed and gagged me
and fucked my brains
out." had been her answer, suddenly realizing what
she had said and
immediately sorry for the alcohol induced honesty. Kerri
had stared at her for
a brief second before responding, "Oooo, sounds
like fun. I've read about
those games but I've never tried it. What's it
like, giving a guy that much
control over you?"
Kathy was embarrassed that she had revealed such an intimate
detail of
her and her husband's private life but she grinned
and said, "It's neat, you
should try it sometime." She steered the conversation
away from the games,
not completely comfortable with Kerri knowing so much,
and not sure if it
could harm their close relationship but as they parted
company later that
evening Kerri had left her with saying, "I want to
hear more about those
handcuffs."
Kathy thought about that parting remark before answering
her
husband's comment. "I'll tell you what,
you tell me where the keys are and if
the conversation comes up today between Kerri and me, I'll
suggest that we
show her a little of what we do, how's that sound?"
It didn't take Glenn long
to respond, "Ok, the thought of that little blond
in some of your restraints
sounds like fun." he said. "You just want to
see her boobs, and you think if
you get her in cuffs that you might get to." Kathy teased.
"Ok, go look in your
CD holder, your keys are in it. I'll be home around six
so I'll see you then, I
love you." Glen told his wife. "Six, I'll
be here and I love you.
Kathy found the keys to her handcuffs right where Glen
had said they
would be and within a few seconds she was free of her restraints
and getting
dressed to leave the house for the day. She thought a lot
about her offer of
maybe involving Kerri in their games and the more she studied
the idea the
more attractive it sounded. By the time she was getting
out of her car at the
restaurant where she was to meet her friend she was almost
sure that it could
become a reality.


TO BE CONTINUED...........




High Security
Part II


Kathy Olson stepped out of her car in the parking lot of the
Mexican
restaurant where she and her friend Kerri Schafer often
met for lunch and
glanced at the slate grey Jeep Cherokee parked next to her.
It's license plate
read "FA FUN" a reference to Kerri's position
on what it means to be a flight
attendant. Both women flew for airlines and had much in
common although
Kathy was married and her blond friend was still single,
they never were at a
loss for words when they spent time together. Kathy headed
towards the
restaurant door casually tossing her long brunette hair
over one shoulder and
her purse strap over the other as she walked.
Kerri was seated in a booth at the rear of the smoking section
and in a
position to see her friend when she came in, she smiled and
waved as Kathy
approached. "Hey stranger, I was wondering when
you were going to decide
to come back to the good old United States. So how was your
two weeks in
Europe?" Kathy asked as she swung into the booth across
from the perky
blond who had been a close friend since they flew together
for a small
commuter airline four years earlier. Kerri had just started
flying the
international routes and had not been back on American
soil for fifteen days.
"Well, I always said I wanted to see Europe, but about
all I can say is I'm
glad this is where I live. Europe is great, there's
lots to see and do, loads of
culture and history but for a Nebraska farm girl, give me
the old U.S of A.
anytime."
Over the next half hour two margaritas and some nachos
were
consumed and the two young women talked about flying, Europe,
European
men and a recent air disaster before Kerri brought up the
subject that Kathy
had inadvertently opened on their last get together three
weeks earlier. "You
were saying something about getting gagged and handcuffed
the last time we
talked and I told you I wanted to hear more, so, are you going
to tell me?" Keri asked mischievously over her glass rim as she looked
across the table at
her brunette friend then licked at some salt on her lip as
she waited for a
reply.
Kathy grinned, looked down at her own glass then up at the
blond.
"Why are you so curious about that?" she asked,
avoiding Kerri's eyes in an
apparent display of embarrassment. "Kat, it's
not every day I find out that my
best friend gets handcuffed!" " Ker-ri, God,
why don't you just announce it
to the whole restaurant." Kathy said, more embarrassed
than ever at hearing
her friend say that word much louder than she needed to be
heard across the
table. Kerri giggled, put her hand over her mouth and nearly
whispered,
"Sorry, I just want to know what it's like, to
be handcuffed and helpless for a
guy." she giggled again as she watched Kathy squirm
in her seat before
answering. "It's hard to describe actually,
I don't know, I just get turned on by
being in restraints. Glen introduced me to it back when
we were dating and
we've been doing it since then." she reached
in her purse for her cigarettes
and while she lit one Kerri munched at the platter of nachos
and waited for
her friend to continue. "It's strange, I know,
but they're harmless games and
we always have great sex when I'm his prisoner."
Kerri listened then asked
with more than a casual interest, "So does he whip
you or what, I mean what
does he do after you're tied up." "No, there's
no whipping, or pain of any
kind, people always assume that if a guy ties a girl up the
he must want to
hurt her. That's not what we do, Glen has no desire to
hurt me and I'm
certainly not into pain. We play games, that's all,
sometimes we fantasize that
he's kidnapped me and takes advantage of me while I'm
cuffed and helpless.
We also like to try new positions that he puts me in to see
if I can get loose
but it usually always ends up with us making love."
Kathy sipped at the fresh
margarita that the waiter had just sit down in front of her
then asked her
friend, "Hasn't a guy ever wanted to tie you up,
I mean you date a lot of guys,
this can't be all that unfamiliar to you?" The
blond looked at her, bit lightly at
her lower lip and grinned as her blue eyes met those of the
brunette. "There
was a guy I dated for awhile, a pilot for United that asked
me if I'd ever tried
anything like what you're saying. I told him that I
hadn't and he asked if I'd let
him tie me up. I was a little nervous about it because I didn't
really know him
that well but we were in a hotel at the airport in Dallas and
I thought that he
wouldn't really do anything too bad with people all
around, in the halls and in
the rooms next to ours, , so I let him." "Kerri,
you never told me about that,
when was this?" her friend asked with interest. "About
the time you and I
met, you might remember him, the big guy with the mustache,
drove a red
Corvette." "Oh yeah, I remember him, he went
to Japan to teach the 767 a
few years ago, his name was Bret or Brad." "Brad,
that's him, he's the guy
that tied me up and like you said, fucked my brains out one
night in Dallas.
That was just before he took that teaching job and I haven't
seen him since." Kathy looked at her friend with renewed interest and had
to know, "So how
did he tie you?" "He used two leather belts,
he crossed my arms behind my
back, " she demonstrated, folding her arms together
at the center of her back, " then put one belt around my wrists then took the other and
put it around my
arms just above my elbows. Let me tell you, I was stuck. I
tried like Hell to
get out of that but I couldn't even loosen anything
and he started playing with
me, kissing me and putting his hands everywhere and it didn't
take long
before I forgot about my arms and just let him take control
and do what he
wanted. I couldn't help so he had to do everything but
he was a big guy and
he didn't have any trouble putting me in any position
he wanted. He kept
those belts on me for about a half hour and during that time
he did me good.
My arms went to sleep with them tied up and folded behind
me like that but
he let me loose when I asked him to and rubbed my arms and back
and we
made love a couple of more times that night but he didn't
tie me again. We
didn't date anymore before he left for Japan but if
we had I probably wouldn't
have protested if he'd wanted to repeat our Dallas
episode. So, I guess I do
have some idea of how it feels, but, handcuffs Kat, that's
a little more serious
than a couple of leather belts." "Not really, you said you couldn't get out of
that guy's belts so you
were just as helpless as I am with handcuffs on, what's
the difference?" Kathy
asked, curious as to how her friend would compare her experience
with those
she and Glen shared. Kerri thought about it as she reached
for a cigarette
from Kathy's pack. "And when did you start smoking
again?" Kathy asked,
knowing that the blond had given up the habit several months
ago. "When I
was in Europe, I was at a bar one night with some other flight
crew people
and they all smoked and I just started again, actually I'm
not buying, just
bumming one every now and then." she grinned as she
lit the smoke with her
friend's lighter. "So?" Kathy asked,
watching Kerri sip at her drink. "So
what?" she asked, "So, I asked what the difference
was between being tied
with belts and wearing handcuffs." she waited for
an answer. "It's just that
handcuffs seem so real, so final, I mean if you're handcuffed
you don't have a
chance of getting out of them do you?" 'Kerri,
you just told me that you
couldn't get those belts off." 'I know,
but I'd feel a lot more confined if
someone put me in handcuffs, and you also said that Glen
gagged you, how,
with something like a scarf in your mouth?" "
No, we use something called a
ball gag, it's a rubber ball on a strap that Glen buckles
on me and these things
really work, I can't say shit with one on and I can't
get it out unless my hands
are free." Kerri looked at the girl she thought she
knew wide eyed and
confessed that she had seen a picture of a girl wearing a
gag like that she'd
described, 'Kat, I can't believe it, I saw that
picture on the internet one night,
this girl had a red ball strapped in her mouth and she was
hog-tied on a bed. I
thought it was some kind of torture stuff and never went
to that web site
again." "Maybe you should, there's lots
of great stuff on the net about
bondage, Glen shows me pictures all the time and we get some
good ideas for
positions from it."
"It sounds like you and Glen are really into this
stuff, how often does
he tie you up?" "Actually, he never ties me,
we always use restraints, mostly
handcuffs but we also have some leather stuff that's
really sexy to wear.
Kerri, do you think you'd ever like to come over, ,
and see what Glen and I do,
or actually what Glen does to me?" There, she'd
said it, now it was up to her
friend to decide whether she was curious enough about their
activities to
accept the invitation. Kathy watched the blonde's
reaction and smiled when
Kerri grinned and bit at her lip again then nodded and giggled
her reply.
The two young women continued their conversation and
finished the
plate of nachos finally getting up to leave, Kathy asked
the blond, "What are
you doing this evening?" Kerri told her she didn't
have any plans and Kathy
asked if she'd like to come over and see some of the toys
that Glen used on
her. Keri thought for a moment then said she would, "I'm
really curious about
this stuff that you're into, I think maybe it could
be fun. I haven't tried
anything like it since Brad but if what you and Glen do is
as exciting as that
night in Dallas I'm willing to check it out."
Kerri followed the brunette to her own apartment where
they left her
car and she rode with Kathy to her home and within an hour
she had
examined most of the restraint collection housed in the
playroom of the
Olson's basement. "I've never in my life
seen anything like this." she said, as
she stood in front of the wardrobe looking at the numerous
sets of handcuffs,
leg irons and leather restraints hanging neatly on their
hooks inside the big
wooden cabinet. She reached out and touched several pairs
of cuffs, fingered
some of the leather devices and had to ask what some of the
implements were
for and how they worked. "Would you like to try a pair
of cuffs on, just to see
what it's like?" Kathy asked, taking down a pair
of shiny Hiatts and squeezing
them open. "Sure, put them on me." the blond
answered, holding her hands
out to her friend. Kathy snapped the first handcuff closed
around Kerri's right
wrist then repeated the action on her left. She let her explore
the new
sensation for several moments then offered to let her see
what it was like to
have her hands behind her back. Kerri stood passively as
the right cuff was
unlocked and her hands were pulled behind her and rejoined
in steel
restraints. "Go ahead, try to get out of them."
Kathy offered, watching the
blond test and explore the feeling of having handcuffs
on for the first time in
her life.
Kerri went through the same routine that girls usually
go through when
they first find that their hands are cuffed and realizing
that they cannot get the
manacles off no matter what they do. She twisted them around
her wrists,
tugging and pulling against the strange sensation of being
so securely
confined. She looked up into the eyes of her friend then
down to her left side
to see the restraints that were holding her prisoner. "There's
no way to get out
of these things is there?" she asked, letting her
hands drop to lay against her
rounded butt. 'Not without these." Kathy answered,
holding a small ring of
keys up for the blond to see. Kerri continued to explore
her cuffs while
looking over the other things displayed in front of her.
"So, is that a ball gag." she asked the question as she nodded at the device with the
shiny red ball on
a black leather strap. "Yep, that's a ball gag,
wanna see how it feels to wear
it?" Kathy offered, grinning at her adventurous
friend and taking it down from
it's hook. Kerri bit her lower lip, a habit she had when
she was nervous or
hesitant about a situation, and looked her friend in the
eye then nodded her
pretty blond head as Kathy unbuckled the strap and brought
it toward her
face.
"Ok, now this is really going to feel weird at first.
You'll think it's too
big and it'll never fit in your mouth but it will. Just
let me get it in the way it's
supposed to be and you'll see it's not near as uncomfortable
as it looks like it
would be." Kerri agreed and opened her mouth allowing
the ball to be slid in
past her front teeth and produced a startled little "Ummph!"
sound when the
ball settled into position and she found she now had to do
most of her
breathing through her nose. "Just relax, breath
slowly and get used to how it
feels while I buckle it on. I know it feels strange right
now but it looks so cute
in your mouth." Kerri eyes were wide and she squinted
them as she bit down,
trying to adjust the ball for a comfortable fit. She lowered
her chin then raised
it to the limits of the gag strap and looked at Kathy and hummed
an
indecipherable something. "I can't understand
you, that's what those things do,
they keep you from talking." Kathy said as she grinned
and watched her
friend experience her first ball gag.
All the while she was showing Kerri the collection of restraints
Kathy
had been hatching a scheme in her mind and now with Kerri
somewhat
initiated into what it felt like to be cuffed and gagged
decided to see if she
would be willing to participate in the idea she had for a
surprise for her
husband. "So, what do you think, kind of neat huh?"
she asked as she admired
the look of her girlfriend's face, distorted but still
quite attractive despite the
ball wedged in her mouth. "That really does look good
on you. Glen always
tells me how sexy I am when I'm wearing one of those,
I think I'm beginning
to see what he likes about them." Kathy said as she
stepped back for a better
view of the gagged girl. "Immph pheemms meeemmph."
Kerri managed past
the ball. Even though her words were not understandable
Kathy got the
meaning, "Yeah, they do feel neat, it's kind
of erotic, having something big
and round in your mouth." Kerri giggled behind the
gag, understanding
Kathy's reference to oral sex. "So, you've
experienced this much, how would
you like to see what the other half is like?" Kerri
furled her eyebrows in a
questioning expression and made a curious 'Mummph?"
sound.
Kathy reached behind her friend's head and unbuckled
the gag strap.
As the ball was pulled out Kerri made a "Mmwaah"
sound and tried to slurp
back at the moisture that had formed behind the ball. Her
lips didn't respond
exactly as she had expected and she started to raise her
hand to wipe at her
drips. She was still unaccustomed to her hands not going
where she wanted
them to and when the handcuffs stopped the movement short
of her goal she
made a frustrated little sound and looked at Kathy and grinned.
"What do you
mean, the other half?" she asked, her speech slightly
slurred from the effects
of wearing the gag.
"You said that you couldn't imagine what it
must be like to let a guy
have that much control over you, so how would you like to
find out what
that's like?" Kerri's eyes widened again,
"Kat, what guy?" "Glen, of course,
he's an expert on bondage and helpless girls, who better
to try it with for you
first time?" Kathy asked. "It wouldn't
be my first time, remember the story
about Brad?" she answered with a question. "Yeah,
but you were just tied up
a little that time, you should experience what being totally
helpless is like." the brunette told her. "But Glen's your husband,
I'm not sure I'd feel real
comfortable being with him and you right here to watch."
"Oh, so you would
be ok with it if I wasn't around?" she teased.
"No, you know that's not what I
mean, what would Glen say about it?" "Glen would
love it, he calls you my
foxy friend, he'd like nothing better than to find
you in restraints and I think
you'd like it too, how about if we give him the surprise
of his life when he
comes home tonight?" Kerri was grinning and looking
at Kathy's face for
confirmation that she was serious. "You really mean
it don't you, you'd
actually let Glen see me, like this, " she raised
her cuffed hands up to her hip,
"and wearing that?" she nodded toward the ball
gag still in Kathy's hand.
"Sure, in fact, I'd love it, we've fantasized
about having another girl to play
our games with. Glen is always teasing me about putting
me where I could
watch but not participate while he makes it with another
chick." she watched
Kerri's eyes for her response. "Ok, let's
do it!" Kerri said with a nervous little
giggle in her voice.
Kathy had known for some time that her best friend found
her husband
more than a little attractive, she'd told her as much
and she was also aware
that Glen thought Kerri was a sexy lady that he'd confessed
that if given the
chance, and with Kathy's approval, that he could make
it with very easily.
The situation seemed perfect, Kathy didn't feel the
least bit threatened by the
blond, as a matter of fact she thought the idea of watching
or being made to
watch that coupling sounded very sexy. It was quite by coincidence
that the
phone rang at that moment and as if on cue, it was Glen calling.
Kathy spoke
into the phone on the desk that occupied a wall of the playroom
/ den as she
inserted a key in Kerri's left handcuff.
"Hi Sweetie" Kerri could only hear one side
of the conversation,
"Yeah, I'm home, yes, we went to lunch, oh, it
was fun, we talked and drank
margaritas then talked more, you know Kerri and I when we
get together, Yes
we talked about that, " Kathy looked at her friend
and grinned, "Well, she said
it sounded interesting but she said she'd have to give
it some thought, I guess
we'll see, we're supposed to go shopping Tuesday
evening, I'll see then if
she's made a decision, , Oh, great, what time will
you be home, because I
might want to surprise you with something, ,, Ok, call
me when you leave the
office, , I love you too, call me, don't forget, ,,
Bye Bye." Kathy grinned a
mischievous grin as she finished removing Kerri's
other cuff. "He's going to
leave the office early and should be home around four, so
you want to
surprise him with me?" she asked. Kerri agreed and
asked what Kathy had on
her mind. "We're going to let him think you're
me." she said, looking over at
the set of leg stocks that she and Glen enjoyed often during
their games. Kerri
gave her friend a perplexed look then pulled a strand of
her blond hair out to
one side, Kat, , I'm a blond, remember?" she
asked, not comprehending what
the other girl was planning. "I know, but we'll
still fool him, let's go find
something sexy for you to wear." she said taking Kerri's
hand in hers and
pulling her toward the stairs.
The two girls were nearly the same size physically, that
is till it came to
their breasts and that's where the similarity ended.
Kathy had a very cute pair
that nicely filled a 32b cup, her friend on the other hand
was blessed with a
much more ample bust and was proud of her 34c size. "These
are going to be
a problem." Kerri offered as she looked down at her
boobs and then at
Kathy's lingerie selection. "No they won't,
I've got a bra that you can wear
and will fit you very nicely." she said confidently
as she began to select some
articles from the drawer.
Kathy drew out two of everything, panties, bras, garter
belts, nylons
and two pair of long, elbow length opera gloves. One set
was white, the other
shimmering, electric blue.
"The blue things are yours'" she told the
blond as she began to undress. Kerri
followed her lead and shed her clothes and began to dress
exactly as her
friend. The bra Kathy had mentioned did indeed fit the big
boobed Kerri and
she giggled at her exposed nipples, high over the tops of
the shelf cups of the
blue device. "I hope you know what you're doing
she said as she adjusted
herself inside the snug fitting bra. When both girls were
dressed Kathy
selected shoes from her closet and gave Kerri a pair of blue
patent pumps that
matched her outfit perfectly and a pair of white ones for
herself. "Ok, that
should do it, lets go back downstairs, Glen will be calling
about anytime." she
said noting the time displayed on the bedside clock.
Kerri had looked at the leg stocks earlier during Kathy's
tour of the
playroom but she had not sat in it but that is where her friend
directed her to
go when they reentered the basement den area. Once seated,
Kerri looked at
the twin holes in the cross bar obviously meant for the legs
and commented,
"I'm not going anywhere once I'm in this,
I can see that right now." "No
Sweetie, you won't be doing any running around, that's
for sure." She turned
the key that was protruding from the keyhole and lifted
the upper half of the
crossbar, "Ok, put your legs up and your ankles in
these." she said, pointing
at the half round and fleece line ankle holes. Kerri did
as she was directed and
leaned against the back rest as Kathy gently lowered the
upper portion of the
bar and snapped it closed before removing the key. "There,
now you're in leg
stocks, try to get out." she challenged as she knelt
next to the captive and
began arranging the thick leather knee straps that would
further restrict the
blonde’s leg movements. Kerri began to explore the device
in which she was
now a prisoner. She pulled back with her legs till her feet
were against the
softly padded holes surrounding her ankles then tried
to raise her legs and
found that action was also futile. Kathy had just finished
snugging the buckles
of the knee straps when the phone rang. 'That'll
be him." she guessed as she
made her way to the desk.
"Hi lover, Ok, I'll be ready for you, just read
my note and I'll see you in
a few, you are coming straight home aren't you? Ok,
drive careful, love you.
Bye." She hung up the phone and returned to her helpless
friend.
"Ok, it's time we did something about that blond
hair of yours, don't go
away and I'll be back in a minute." "Very
funny." Kerri said, uselessly tugging
at her trapped legs.
The stocks were sitting so that when a person entered the
room they would be
seeing the one in the stocks from the rear, that also meant
that the prisoner
couldn't see the one entering the room without turning
around and looking
behind them. Several minutes later Kathy came back in the
room from
upstairs with something that Kerri didn't see till
it was brought around in front
of her. "Oh my God, a wig, Kat, this isn't going
to fool him. All he has to do
is walk up next to me and he'll know it's me and not
you." "Be patient my
little prisoner, there's more." Kathy said
as she arranged the long brunette
hairpiece on the blonde's head. Kerri reached up and
helped offering her head
into the elastic headband inside the wig. "Wow, you
look different, I've never
thought of you as a brunette but it looks kind of sexy, maybe
you should
consider a dye job." Kat teased as she stepped back
to admire Kerri's new
look. "Now it's time we did something about those
hands." Kerri looked up at
Kathy's mischevous grin, "I guess I get handcuffed
again now?" she
questioned. "You guessed it baby, now let me see,
do I want you in chain
cuffs or a pair of hinged ones." she said as she stepped
to the wardrobe and
looked over the selection of manacles displayed there.
"You didn't try these
so maybe you should wear these hinged cuffs for Glen."
she said as she took
down a pair of brightly polished cuffs from their hook and
turned back to her
waiting guest. "These are going to feel a lot different
than those ones you
wore earlier, see they don't swivel like those did."
she demonstrated the
hinged feature for Kerri to see. The captive sat passively
as her wrists were
once again joined behind her back in handcuffs and with
them on began to
explore the new sensation of the semi-rigid restraints.
"These are different, a
lot more restrictive." she observed as she tried
to twist her hands opposite
each other and found the action denied by the cuffs that
now confined her. I
still don't see how you think we're going to fool
Glen into thinking he's seeing
you instead of me." she said, working at finding a
comfortable position for her
linked hands. When Kathy didn't answer immediately
the seated girl turned
just in time to see her friend approaching her with something
made of what
looked like black leather. 'What's that?"
she asked warily trying to figure out
what Kathy was holding. "It's called a discipline
hood, or just a hood, it goes
over your head and face and laces up the back." she
held the leather device
where Kerri could see it clearly. "Oh boy, this doesn't
stop does it?" she
asked nervously as her friend began to arrange the leather
over her brunette
head. 'We can stop anytime you want but I don't
think you really want it to
stop, do you?" she said, bending down and looking
at Kerri's eyes through the
eye holes of the hood as it covered her face. The half hooded
head shook
from side to side and Kerri quietly said, "No, I don't
want it to stop.
Kathy tugged and fit the hood in place on her friend's
head and laced
the leather closed to a snug but comfortable fit before
tying off the ends of the
laces in a neat bow at the nape of her neck. Kerri's hood
had eye and mouth
openings that allowed her to see and speak. There was also
a strategically
placed hole for the wearer's hair to come out in a ponytail
just below the
crown of their head and she arranged the long mane of the
brunette wig to
exit this opening. "Now, to anyone coming in this
room and seeing you sitting
here like this they could easily mistake you for me."
Kathy said, looking
down at the now hooded captive sitting, legs spread, handcuffed
and helpless
in the stocks. "Just one more little detail and it'll
be show time." she said
grinning at her handiwork. 'How do you like that hood
so far?" she asked as
she went to the toy chest again for the last piece that she
planned for Kerri to
wear. "It smells delicious, I wish I could see what
it looks like on me." "I
think that can be arranged, but first let me get this in,
open wide." Kathy said
as she knelt next to her with something in her hand that resembled
a wide,
black leather human tongue with straps and a buckle. "Oh
shit, what's that?" Kerri said, already knowing that she was about to get another
gag. "I think
you know where this goes, now come on open up, Glen will be
getting home
any minute now."
It took a little pushing and fitting but the tongue gag
slipped in through
the mouth opening in the hood and filled Kerri's mouth
with it's bulging form.
She moaned through the gag and tried to say something that
Kathy couldn't
understand. In just a few moments Kerri was now completely
at the mercy of
anyone who held the keys to her restraints. She could not
use her hands, her
legs were spread and locked that way, she couldn't
scream or talk and the
hood severely reduced her field of vision and head movement.
She began to
see that even though she knew this was all a game, she was
nevertheless more
helpless than she'd ever been in her life and her well
being was totally in the
hands of her friend and in just a few minutes, her friend's
husband. She sat
still, breath coming loud through the breathing holes
in the nose area of her
hood. With her ears covered by the leather she didn't
hear what Kathy did but
she did hear her friend say, "He's home, I hope
you're ready for this." then the
lights went out except for one lone, low wattage or dimmed
spot light directly
above her place in the center of the room. Kerri made a small
whimper behind
her gag and worked her hands in the hinged cuffs.
Glen came in the house from the garage and put his briefcase
down,
slipped out of his jacket and walked into the kitchen to
find a note laying on
the counter next to a glass of wine. He already was expecting
something
special that Kathy had promised and smiled when he saw the
hand written
message. He picked up the glass and the note, took a sip of
cabernet and
walked to the family room to read what his wife had written.
"Glen, my dear, welcome home, it's Friday and
a three day weekend. I
hope you didn't have any big plans for tonight, I sort
of had some of my own
and I want you to share them with me. I'm downstairs,
waiting for you,
dressed like I know you will like and ready to surprise you.
Come down
when you're ready but please don't turn up the
lights, it would ruin my
surprise."
Love you, Kat
Grinning, Glen picked up the glass took a long drink then
went to the
liquor cabinet to refill it before walking to the door that
led to the basement
where he expected to find his wife in some form of sexy outfit
and most
probably in restraints. He came down the stairs, rounded
the corner leading
into the playroom and made a satisfied sound as he saw who
he believed was
Kathy sitting with her back to him in the oak leg stocks.
"Oh wow, baby, now
that's what I call a surprise." he said softly
as he approached the helpless
female in the shimmering blue lingerie. He watched as her
gloved fingers
moved and saw her breathing increase in pace as he touched
her gently on the
arms letting his hands slide down the satiny material of
her gloves and take
her hands in his. The girl's fingers squeezed his and
she produced a muffled
little sound from behind her gag. Glen leaned close and
nuzzled her neck just
below the leather of her hood. "Mmmm, you smell good."
he whispered loud
enough for her covered ears to hear. "And you look
fantastic." Even in the
subdued light he could see the blue outfit and he could discern
the nervous
anticipation of his captive as he let his hands slide over
her shoulders then
slowly around towards her breasts. He was still behind
her kneeling and
kissing at her neck as his hands cupped her boobs and his
fingertips
encountered the flinty hardness of her nipples. "Ooooo,
I don't know what
there is about this bra but it makes these feel about twice
as big." he said as
he continued to caress the soft globes so wantenly displayed
for his pleasure.
The girl in the stocks could hardly contain the sounds she
would have liked to
make but she couldn't keep from making some response
and moaned softly
inside her hood. Glen moved to her side and looked up at the
leather covered
face and could just discern the closed eyes as he bent down
and took her right
nipple in his lips. The girl moaned louder this time and
stiffened her torso
with his attentions to this most sensitive area. His right
hand slipped down the
front of her belly and under the waistband of her panties.
The gag hardly held
back a high-pitched nasal squeal from the prisoner as his
fingers mingled with
the soft curls of thick bush.
His reaction was immediate and vocal, "Hey, what's
going on?" he
almost yelled as he jerked his hand away from the girl's
crotch and was
getting to his feet, eyes wide and staring at the confined
female that couldn't
be his wife when he heard Kathy's voice from behind
him. "So, caught you
fucking around with one of my friends huh?" Glen spun
around to see her
standing, one hand raised high and resting on the bathroom
door frame and
dressed nearly identical to the girl in the stocks except
for the color of her
lingerie.
"Kat!" his head jerked from one girl to the
other then settled on his
mate, "Who is that?" he asked, obviously shaken
by his discovery that the girl
sitting in the leg stocks was not her. "I told you,
one of my friends." Kathy
said, dropping her hand and walking, cat like toward him
with her eyes never
leaving his. "How did you find out she wasn't
me so quick?" she asked as she
reached him and let her gloves slide along the sides of his
neck as she rested
her arms on his shoulders. Glen smiled but he was still obviously
confused as
he looked at Kathy then down at the other girl then back into
his wife's eyes,
"She has hair, and lots of it. Who in the hell is she
Kat?" "Why don't you take
her hood off and introduce yourself, she'd probably
like to know who was
sucking on her tits." Kathy said still grinning broadly.
"Go ahead, she can't
slap you or anything, she's cuffed."
Glen knew he was the victim of a scheme but he really was
confused
about the girl now so securely confined next to where he
and his wife stood.
He looked down at her and the brunette ponytail dangling
from the rear of her
hood and tried to think who that long, dark hair could belong
to. "Surely that
couldn't be Lisa." he thought to himself "She
has hair that long but she sure as
hell doesn't have boobs like those."
All during the short conversation between them, Kerri
was struggling in
her restraints and trying to talk through her gag. Glen
looked at her again then
reached for his wife's hand. "So, you want to
play games, ok, let's play." he
said hauling her in the direction of the wooden cabinet
that contained their
toys. In five inch heels, Kathy had little choice but to
follow him with her
balance severely compromised by her shoes she could only
offer token
resistance as he reached in and came out with a pair of handcuffs
and expertly
got her hands cuffed behind her back. "Glen, what
are you going to do?" she
asked, giggling as he took a set of leg irons down from their
place and
selected a ball gag before pulling her over near where the
girl sat in her
stocks, still mummphing and pulling her legs against the
stocks hold on them.
"Down." he commanded and more or less forced
his wife onto the floor and
once there he knelt next to her and applied one cuff of the
irons to her left
ankle before wrapping their chain over the center link
of the handcuffs then
clicked the remaining cuff around her right leg which left
her in a very secure
hogtie. He had little difficulty getting the ball gag on
her and she offered little
resistance as he did, obviously expecting this kind of
retaliation from him at
being fooled by her and the unknown female siting next to
them.
With his mate now confined and unable to interfere, Glen
stepped back
to the other girl and knelt next to her. Kerri kept her eyes
closed as he talked,
"Ok, now where were we before I was so rudely interrupted?
I think I had my
hand about, , here." he said, placing his fingers
back in the soft, warm curls of
her pubic hair and letting them just rake across the outer
lips of her puss.
Kerri responded with a sharp intake of air through her nose
and her eyes
snapped open despite her desire to keep them closed. "Oh,
blue eyes huh?
Now who do I know with blue eyes and dark hair?" he asked
the leather
covered face. Kerri shook her head ever so slightly and
produced another
muffled sound that said she wasn't really opposed
to what was being done to
her helpless body. Her small girlish whimpers and increased
breathing told
him that his attention to her puss was being enjoyed despite
her restraints. He
bent down and sucked at a nipple again which brought another
pleasurable
sound from inside the leather hood. Glen looked over at
Kathy laying on her
stomach in her cuffs and shackles, watching her husband
suck on her friend's
nipple and she moaned into the ball that kept her noises
to a minimum. "Hey
sweetie, thanks for the surprise, or should I say, surprises.
he said, cupping
Kerri's breasts in both hands. Kathy moaned again
and worked her hands in
their cuffs. Her leg iron chain chattering back and forth
over her cuffs as she
moved her feet. "No, you aren't going to get out
of those, and you're in a
perfect position to watch what I do with your friend here,
whoever she is."
Glen stood up and began to take off his clothes. The blue
eyes watched
him from inside the hood and when he was down to his shorts
he moved just
out of their view as he stepped to take a drink from his wine
glass. Kerri's
hood kept her from seeing what Glen was doing behind her
but she heard
Kathy moan and looked over at her hogtied friend. Kathy
was watching her
husband and saw him take a leather blinder from the cabinet
then slip out of
his last piece of clothes. He approached the seated girl
from behind and
suddenly her world went black as the leather covered her
eyes and she felt
him buckling the device in place over her already hooded
head. Kerri
squealed inside the hood and made a vain attempt to reach
up to rid herself of
what he had just put on her but her cuffs prevented the action
like they had
done to most of the others she had tried in the last several
minutes.
Kerri sat, her breasts heaving with her quickening breath
and then felt
him unbuckling the knee straps. At first she believed she
was going to be
released from the stocks but the leg restraints were all
that he removed before
she was aware of his legs slipping between hers and the center
beam of the
device that still held her in the sitting position. Denied
the ability to see, her
other senses became acutely attuned to his actions as he
first unfastened the
front closing bra and pulled it back to give himself free
access to her boobs.
Kerri moaned inside her hood as Glen began to caress the
globes of flesh so
invitingly displayed for his pleasure. He took her left
nipple in his lips again
and gently sucked, letting his tongue move over it producing
yet more
passionate sounds from the helpless prisoner. Her skin
took on a sheen from
the film of perspiration that was forming despite her nearly
naked body and
she arched her back offering herself to his touch. "I
just can't figure out who
you are, I thought I knew all of Kat's friends but I can't
place those eyes and
this hair." he said quietly near where the hood covered
her ears. "I'll say one
thing, it's sexy as hell having a girl like you are right
now and not knowing
who she is. It's like being with a total stranger, but
then maybe you are a
stranger." She felt him tug outward on the waist band
of her panties then she
heard a metallic snipping sound accompanied by a strange
noise from the girl
on the floor. He had cut off the blue panties with what was
apparently a pair
of scissors. "There, now there's nothing between
me and this." he said as his
fingers once again moved into her wet and open puss. She
felt his hands go to
her bottom and begin to lift her off the padded seat. Suddenly
she knew what
he was doing and she moaned surprisingly loud for a gagged
girl as he
lowered her onto himself and actually impaled her on his
rigid cock.
The leather covered head was thrown back and the brunette
ponytail
swished as she moved, matching his thrusts as she was bounced
up and down
on his lap. The c

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WOW!!!...excellent story...keep writing

10/18/2006

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Excellent story!!! Don't stop now....Keep it going.

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OH MY GOD!! what a fantastic story.. Can't wait to read
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10/18/2006

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WOW Could you e mail me a copy of the draft not sure I can wait
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This just keeps getting better!

10/28/2006