Bondage Story: Spy bound

Chapter One.

 

When secret agent Laura Baker woke up, she tried to lift her head but immediately thought better of it when it started spinning. She also felt very uncomfortable. As she gradually came around, she realized the reason for her feeling of discomfort was that she was tied up, and one of the major sources of discomfort was the presence of what felt like a rubber ball stuck in her mouth, apparently held there by a strap which she could feel on her cheeks and going around the back of her head. 

Where the hell am I? she thought. She tried to push out the ball with her tongue to shout, but immediately changed her mind. Better find out what I've gotten myself into before attracting any attention, she thought. 

As her vision focused and she managed to look around her, she saw she was lying on a mattress and that her legs were securely tied with ropes at the knees and ankles. As for her arms, she could feel that they were tied securely behind her back at the elbows and wrists. There was also a rope going from her wrists, coming up under her crotch and tied to her waist at her front, so that the damn thing was digging into her every time she moved her arms away from her body trying to find a way to loosen the ropes holding her wrists together.

She saw that she’d been stripped of her dress and slip, and was wearing only her bra, garter belt and stockings, and the 5” stiletto heel shoes with ankle straps, all of which she’d purchased for the special assignment she had been going on. The “cute underwear”, as she called it, had been her own idea, a sudden fancy since the assignment wasn’t supposed to include undressing, at least not in this fashion: trussed up like a turkey - all ready for Thanksgiving. 

After the assignment, she had been hoping to finish off the evening with a romantic date with a fellow agent called Michael Marsh. He had immediately shown interest in her since she’d joined the Los Angeles office and she had also found herself attracted to him right from the start. But due to the work and assignments, she’d just been waiting in vain in the hope of being asked out for a date and nothing had happened up to now. So when she found out he would be on this assignment too, she had impulsively volunteered to be on it.

The assignment was to have a female agent pose as a decoy in one of the bars where there had been suspected exchanges of secret information over the last months. The man they suspected had always been seen with young and beautiful brunettes, all with similar features - features resembling her own, so it had seemed only natural that she volunteer as the decoy, to see if the spy would show interest in her, hopefully helping her to gain more information about his contacts. 

Of course, every precaution was supposed to have been taken to ensure her safety; a male agent would always be close by and two more stationed a bit further. In this case of course, there was Michael Marsh, and the other agents were Jim Long and Carla Smith. These two seemed to get along very well and always asked to be on assignments together. To her delight, the agent who was to be close by and watch over the decoy was Michael Marsh, so of course she'd volunteered without even thinking of the danger. 

So much for all those fancy theories! she thought. Now the harsh reality is that I’m lying here tied up and helpless, at the mercy of some crazed kidnapper who’ll most probably rape and murder me!

 

Judging from the aches in her jaw and limbs, she knew she must have been tied up for a while. She started to struggle and move her legs and arms together some more, trying to restore some semblance of circulation in her aching limbs. Her jaw, on the other hand, she couldn’t do much about. It was constantly held open wide by the rubber ball, which she had tried unsuccessfully to push out with her tongue. She’d been drooling profusely when she woke up, but had managed to regain some control over her saliva and wiped her chin on the sheet. Controlling her saliva alone was a full time job due to the ballgag. 

Laura nevertheless kept struggling against her bonds to keep her circulation going and hopefully find some slack in those damned ropes. However, the only thing this struggling was accomplishing at the moment was to induce a not-so-unpleasant sensation from the rubbing of the rough crotch rope against what she called her pleasure spot, on which it was rubbing every time she moved to alleviate her discomfort. 

She realized also that whoever had tied her up had made sure this part of her bondage wouldn’t be ignored. In fact, she noticed that every part of her body was feeling tingly, but most of all her nipples and clitoris area were feeling extremely sensitive, just like the feeling she got whenever she was making love. 

Oh damn it, I can't be getting aroused now!, she thought, I'm helplessly tied up and without the benefit of a man to do something about relieving this feeling that’s coming on!!

 

She tried to roll around a bit and move her arms and legs a bit to alleviate the discomfort of the strict bondage and it helped a bit. But she also realized through her struggling that whoever had tied her up had meant business, she couldn’t feel any give or slack in the ropes, and realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that she wouldn’t be getting loose on her own very soon. 

She stopped struggling again because the crotch rope was definitely starting something she didn’t want to start, especially not in this predicament where she couldn’t do anything to continue the process of stimulating herself with her own hands. 

Now if there could have been the strong yet gentle hands of a man such as Michael Marsh to massage her ‘love spots’, as she called them, that would have been another story... This however was definitely not what she had planned for that evening. 

She sighed through her gag. Now the sexy underwear she'd worn in the hope to excite Michael was only making her feel like one of those sex objects she'd heard about. The flimsy bra which barely covered her voluptuous breasts was barely keeping them from escaping their skimpy cups. They were sticking out more due to her arms being pulled back so tightly behind her back. And the sexy garter belt and sheer black stockings now would only serve to stimulate her attacker instead of the man she'd hoped to wind up in bed with. 

The bastard must have had a good time while taking my clothes off, she thought, though she didn’t feel anything to indicate he’d already raped her, and why she didn’t know…. 

She was still wearing those all too scanty, transparent panties she’d chosen for what should have been a very special occasion, and which didn’t do much to hide her intimate parts. They were now soaking, she was very wet down there and the very thin material wasn't doing much to protect her pussy from the roughness of the rope, which kept digging into her at the slightest movement. 

Her see through bra wasn’t doing much better either. That was another thing she’d chosen especially for Michael. It naughtily revealed and uplifted her young and firm breasts - not that they needed much uplifting in the first place, but she’d found it would create that enhancing effect which most women would die for. 

Now, she thought, These CLOTHES might be what I’ll die for if they prove to be too enticing! 

 Her struggling was making her breasts spill out of the bra, but there wasn't much she could do about it for now. 

Laura had been blessed with a thin waist and relatively ample breasts, and knew she had a figure which could drive men crazy if she wore the right clothes, so she normally tried to wear clothes which didn’t encourage unwanted male attention. 

This assignment however had provided a good excuse to make herself as desirable as possible for the handsome secret agent she had her eye on. The garter belt and stockings had been a last minute touch which she knew would make her irresistible. Now she was helplessly tied up in her most revealing and enticing lingerie and couldn’t do anything about it. 

She struggled harder, twisting and rolling around to study her surroundings. Sitting up seemed out of the question - that crotch rope was already making its presence felt more and more. It was starting to ‘bug’ her even when she wasn’t moving, so she figured she might as well endure the feelings it was creating while trying to think of some way to free herself. 

She saw that the bedroom didn’t have windows. The bed she was lying on was one of those old brass types with corner posts and lots of fancy metal work at the head and foot. There was a commode with a mirror on the far wall. She made a mental note that if she could break it she might be able to try to slice through her ropes, but then she put the idea aside when she realized she’d have to hop over to it without losing her balance and falling flat on her face without any hope of protecting herself since her arms were bound securely behind her back. And even if she made it she would probably be unable to reach and break it, as the commode didn’t look like it could be made to topple easily either. 

The only other furniture was a chair in a corner. There was no sign of her dress but her purse - which had contained her gun - was lying over in the far corner, the contents spilled around it on the floor. She couldn't see any sign of the gun. There just didn’t seem to be anything she could use to free herself, except maybe the small penknife that was on her key chain. 

Now that’s an idea, she thought – Get the penknife! She couldn't see her key chain and keys, but they could still be inside the purse. The only way to know would be to let herself down on the floor and wriggle over. 

By the time she’d inventoried all the angles of the room, the twisting and rolling on the bed had taken its toll. Laura felt herself coming and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop it. The crotchrope was stuck in her crack and all she could do was continue to struggle and try to bring herself to a proper climax with only the help of the rope’s limited movement against her now throbbing clitoris, which she was now desperately trying to stimulate through the restrained rubbing of the rope while moving her bound arms. 

Being tied up and helpless was somehow creating an additional if unexpected stimuli, and the added sensation only seemed to enhance her climax even more. She came so strongly and so long that she almost passed out. She could hear a loud garbled moan and realized the sound was coming from her own gagged mouth. When it passed, she tried to move a bit to relieve the strain created by her bonds while she had been struggling, but that only made her become more aroused and climax again even harder. This time, the sound she heard was her own muffled scream, as she felt herself faint into blessed oblivion. 

When she came around again, she just lay there whimpering, afraid to move again, while trying to catch her breath through the ballgag, but within a few moments she had to change her position again and the whole damn process repeated itself. 

She came again even harder this time, so hard that this time she really passed out! She felt as if her body had a mind of its own, her screams were becoming more primitive, and she had no more control over her uncontrollable arousal. 

When she slowly regained consciousness, she had no idea how long she’d lain there, but knew that she desperately had to do something to get out of this predicament before she went out of her mind!

She finally managed to find a position so as to relieve a bit of the pressure from the crotch rope by arching her back, but that proved to be an even more uncomfortable position. 

She felt weak and sweaty, but was basking in that warm afterglow which followed her climaxes, and which she always enjoyed just as much. The only difference now was that she was bound and helpless on a strange bed, wearing nothing but her most revealing and enticing underwear, and waiting for her captor to come and rape her. 

To change her mind about such dark thoughts and to pass the time, she tried to remember how she'd gotten into this predicament. 

"Let's see", she said to herself. "I remember I was sitting in the bar, then I went to the ladies room". She’d felt a bit funny and automatically headed for the ladies room in case she would be sick. Then she remembered feeling dizzy and having to sit down. Agent Carla Loren, the other female agent on the assignment, had spotted her going over to the back of the bar and followed her. The last thing she remembered was Agent Lara trying to help her from falling down. Then nothing until waking up in this situation. 

That's strange, she thought. Where's Lara? And why didn't she do anything to keep me from being kidnapped? Maybe she's been kidnapped too. Oh God, I hope Long or Marsh can rescue us soon. 

Actually, she would prefer it to be Michael Marsh. She started to fantasize about Michael coming into the room to rescue her, and how irresistible and helpless she would look, and maybe he would take advantage of her and maybe she wouldn’t mind at all if he was gentle! 

This only managed to get her going again. The orgasms came on just as strong, and she came again three more times before dozing off to sleep, exhausted. The last thing she thought of as she fell asleep was that she could not recall any other time when she had come so many times in a row, nor so hard for that matter. This predicament she was stuck in was, for the moment at least not all that unpleasant, and if only her captors didn’t mistreat her, she might even learn to enjoy some parts of it. 

Chapter Two

"How about getting us a beer from the fridge, dear?" Secret Agent Michael Marsh asked. 

Co-agent Carla Smith sighed. They were in Jim Long's country cottage. He and Agent Michael Marsh were enjoying watching their favorite baseball team on TV. The game was all the more interesting since it seemed as if they were about to finally break a ten game losing streak. 

Carla slowly got up from the armchair where she'd been sitting. She would have liked to complain about having to wait on the two of them, but the ballgag she had in her mouth only allowed her the limited satisfaction of a muffled grumbling. 

Her hands were still handcuffed behind her back, as they had been ever since they'd brought agent Laura Baker, drugged and unconscious back to the cottage. 

Jim, who was also her lover and master, had insisted that since they were going to introduce Laura to the joys and ecstasies of bondage, it would only be fair not to let Carla enjoy some restraining fun too. Jim and Carla had discovered their mutual interest in bondage a few years earlier while on a case, and it was Jim who'd talked Michael and his previous female partner into trying it too.

It had turned out to be the stimulus for the best sex Michael had ever experienced, but it had all come to a shocking end when Michael's female lover and partner had been killed in a car accident a few months earlier. 

Since then Michael had not shown any interest in anything, to the point that Jim had been concerned that this might put them both in danger during their assignments. 

So when beautiful Laura Baker had walked in that fateful Monday morning, a few weeks earlier and Jim had seen the light come on in his friend Michael's eyes, his hopes were given a boost. Then when Carla had mentioned that Laura had expressed interest in Michael too, it had been only logical that Jim approach Michael and suggest the little "game" they had devised to introduce the lovely Laura to the pleasures of enhanced sexual sensations through the joys of bondage. 

Jim had found that most women were reluctant to accept to experiment with bondage, but that if they 'discovered it accidentally', they could learn to like it even it they didn't want to admit it openly. Usually, the relationship would either come to an abrupt end if they really didn't enjoy it, or would continue with a covert acceptance which gradually became more open as the experimentation stage passed, and the better sex overcame the discomforts and inconveniences of making love while bound. 

Carla hobbled over to the kitchen to get the beers. She figured she'd better make two trips if she didn't want to chance dropping one of the bottles, although she probably could have managed it, but as she slowly made the short steps her ankle chain could allow her, she knew she was catching the attention of both men, and this she liked very much. 

One of the reasons she didn't mind bondage was the extra male attention it gave her. This was an important part of the turn-on for her, and she knew Jim knew it too. 

Michael and Jim had carried the unconscious Laura inside and she'd helped by taking off her clothes while the two men discussed how to tie her up. So when Laura's ever so sexy lingerie was revealed, she knew before Jim even asked that he would insist that she get dressed the same way too. 

Carla always came prepared with all kinds of lingerie, clothes and bondage items of her own, even if Jim always liked to surprise her with some new items of his own. He was very meticulous and detailed about what she should wear and how she should look depending on his mood and whatever he wanted to experiment with her at the time. So finding a similar set of sexy opera length seamed stockings had not been a problem. The garter belt she had not opted for though, choosing instead the merry widow corset, which she'd recently purchased but had not had a chance to wear for Jim yet. 

This was what she was wearing now, the corset, cinching her already thin waist as tight as she could stand it, the new black and very sheer seamed stockings she'd purchased just the day before, and the 5" stiletto heels that Jim always liked so much. The corset unfortunately did not cover much, but only offered a bit of support for her generous breasts, so she was forced to walk by the two men with her exposed breasts bouncing up and down as she tried not to lose her precarious balance on her high heels due to the ankle restraints Jim had added after securing her arms behind her back. They were made from modified handcuffs that were linked together by a short 10" chain. This made walking very difficult, she had to really be careful not to trip, since she would have fallen flat on her face with her hands tied behind her back. 

The new ballgag Jim had strapped into her mouth once she had been made helpless felt a bit large too, so that she had to fight constantly not to lose control of her saliva. Jim had been experimenting on her with different sizes and shapes of ballgags recently, and this one definitely felt like it filled her mouth to its maximum. 

I sure hope Jim won't make me wear this ballgag as long as usual, my jaw is already starting to ache, she thought as she started hobbling towards the kitchen, but her discomfort was soon forgotten as she felt the appreciative stares of the men on her exposed breast and her barely hidden pussy, covered only with the flimsiest see through panties Jim had found in her stuff and suggested she wear. 

As she slowly disappeared into the kitchen, Michael turned to Jim and said: "I wonder if I should check on Laura again. She seems to be taking a bit long to come to". 

"Yeah, I guess you should. I think Carla maybe put too many of those knockout drops in her drink." 

"I must say I can't blame her, she might have been worried that it wouldn't be enough; (he paused to check if Carla was still in the kitchen and out of hear-shot) I placed a couple more of those "special drops" you gave me on her ballgag". 

Jim had given Michael a small but very potent vial of a special liquid he'd found while on a trip to Japan.

It was supposed to be an aphrodisiac that could turn even the coldest, most frigid woman into an uncontrollable nymphomaniac. The effect on Agent Carla had been incredible. 

Jim had tried it on her the first time they had experimented with bondage, and the effect had been fantastic! Now she only wanted to make love while tightly bound and gagged . She associated the increased sexual gratification to the bondage, and did not suspect that he effect was being helped thanks to a couple of drops of the aphrodisiac on her ball gag. 

Jim gave a shocked look at Michael. "Oh, shit! I had already put 3 or 4 drops on it myself before you carried her in, now she'll be more than horny, she'll be in a real torment! And we've been leaving her tied up like that with that gag in her mouth all this time!" 

One thing Jim had mentioned was that the dosage must not be exceeded, but now it had. “The effects of an overdose can be unpredictable and dangerous”, the man who had sold it to him had warned.

"I'll go see if she's OK," said Michael as he rose and quickly headed for the bedroom door. 

Chapter Three

As Michael walked tothe bedroom door, he thought about how lucky his friend Jim had been when he'd found this cottage sitting on the edge of a small lake. Secluded yet accessible, it had all the amenities one could want, while allowing for the privacy needed whenever he would bring a lover for a weekend of secluded love bondage.

His heart sank again as he thought of Claudia, the woman he had loved so much. She'd been such an eager partner, willing to experiment and open minded every time he thought of some new "game" or tie-up situations that they had so enjoyed. Her and Michael had spent many a weekend of love bondage with their friends Jim and Carla at this cottage. Now she was gone, cut down in her prime. "Laura Baker is a very lovely woman too," he told himself, "and in her own way, maybe even lovelier than Claudia." 

Michael hadn't been ready to date Laura and risk suffering a letdown if the love bondage style he enjoyed was not her cup of tea, so despite his being attracted to her, he hadn't wanted to show too much interest yet…. that is, until his friends Carla and Jim had suggested they try a bit of playful persuasion on Laura to introduce her to the joys of restraint. 

They would pretend she'd been kidnapped and see how she reacted when Michael would "find and rescue her". Carla had mentioned that Laura had already expressed interest in Michael so here wasn't too much to risk. If things went well, she would welcome being "rescued" by Michael, and if they didn't then he still could look like a hero to her and not lose face. At least he would know what her true feelings for bondage were. 

But unknown to Carla, Jim and Michael also had their "secret potion", the tasteless aphrodisiac Jim had found in Asia. With only a small amount mixed in a drink or on a ballgag, it could transform a somewhat "frigid" woman into a sex crazed fiend if the recommended dose was exceeded. Powerful stuff indeed! Jim had experimented on Carla and found it to be quite effective, and now was in the habit of adding a drop or two on her ballgag every time they practised love bondage.. But now Michael and Jim's had both put some 3 or 4 drops on Laura's gag, resulting in much larger dosage than they had ever experimented with. The realisation had Michael really worried and he now was anxious to check on Laura. He stood at the door while Jim was going outside with Carla. 

Jim had already taken Carla by the elbow and was escorting her out the door so Laura wouldn't suspect anything. Carla was trying to protest through her gag while gingerly hobbling on her high heels and trying not to lose her balance at the same time. She didn't mind the attention of being tied up in front of Jim or Michael, but going outside like that was something a bit new that she hadn't been prepared for. 

Her protests and resistance were of course futile. Jim didn't take no for an answer too easily, and she knew that the plot to seduce Laura couldn't include her and Jim being there when she was "rescued", so she had no choice but to allow herself to be pushed outside in her state of undress and securely tied up the way she was. 

The morning air was still cool and it made her nipples harden as soon as she felt it on them. She was also getting quite wet 'down there' and was starting to give Jim the look that said; "Please let me out of this misery!" The "misery" of course was not the bondage part itself, but her increasingly greater state of arousal, over which to her frustration and yet simultaneous enjoyment, she had no control and could only find relief when Jim decided to make love to her.

She knew that the sight of her trying to walk in her restraints, dressed only in the waist cinching merry widow corset, opera length dark seamed stockings and high heels, would prove too enticing for him to resist. So Carla gingerly hobbled towards the small barn near the cottage while swaying her hips in the most enticing way she could manage in spite of her arms being bound behind her back, hoping Jim would follow her in. What would follow once she made it in there would, as they say, "be history". 

Jim caught up to her and opened the door like a true gentleman, not that she couldn't have done so herself even with her hands handcuffed behind her back. Her many bondage experiences had taught her to manage to do many things despite being restrained, but the chivalry that her helplessness always generated in Jim was one of the many rewards for which her discomfort seemed a small price to pay. 

He quietly closed the door behind them and gently led her to a place in the middle of the floor where he told her to wait. Moist in anticipation, she wasn't surprised when he snuck up behind her and cupped her breasts in his hands. 

Carla shivered and moaned in her gag. Normally, he would then turn her around and kiss her, but the ballgag would be a hindrance so she was expecting him to remove it, and in anticipation she let her bound hands do a little bit of exploring since he was so close behind her, and felt the rock hard lump in his pants and shuddered even more in anticipation. 

To her surprise, instead of his removing her gag she felt her him doing something to the section between her handcuffs and then her arms suddenly being pulled upwards behind her, making her bend over to avoid any pain in her shoulders. 

Twisting around, she saw that Jim had gotten the end of a rope attached to a nearby post and tied it to the link between her handcuffs. The rope was passing through an overhead pulley that she hadn't noticed before, busy as she had been looking down to avoid tripping and falling flat on her face when she'd entered. He was now firmly pulling on the other end of the rope and making her bend as far forward as she could until the strain was at its maximum on her shoulders. 

Jim secured the end rope on a big nail on the nearby post. Laura was trying to protest but her gag only allowed a garbled "uh..lease …noh!. 

Jim said "All right dear, now be a good girl and don't go anywhere while I go and see if everything is Ok with Michael and Laura. I'll be back soon." He quietly left, chuckling to himself as he always did when she was bound and helpless. 

Laura moaned and groaned in her gag, shaking her head, but it was no use. Jim was already walking out and closing the door behind him. 

Dammit, she thought, I was sure he was going to lay me down and make love to me. Now I'm stuck here like a piece of prized meat on a hook! She struggled against her awkward position but it was no use, she was going to stay on her tiptoes bent over with her arms held almost vertically behind her back until Jim came back and freed her. The thought did excite her though. The added feeling of helplessness was making her feel even more horny. Oh, please hurry back my love, so you can make love to me, I can't stand this waiting much longer! she pleaded inwardly. 

She decided to concentrate on controlling her saliva to stop the drool from pouring out around the edges of the ballgag. No use feeling more miserable than necessary, she thought. Besides, the added helplessness was making her feel even more aroused. 

Outside, Jim stood watching Carla through a small side window. 

“She sure is a sight for sore eyes," he mused. Better not be gone too long so I can get a bit of her before she goes too wild. He had also applied a couple of drops of the aphrodisiac to Carla’s ballgag while preparing Laura’s, just to make sure Carla was really "in the mood". 

Michael and him had both agreed that the girls should not know about this wonderful stuff, even if it did produce such incredible results with the libido of the girls, just in case they decided to refuse. The results were just too good to risk a refusal on their part. 

He turned and hurried towards the house to the bedroom window where Laura was being held captive, and peeked through a small space where the blind wasn't completely closed. 

Chapter Four

Michael had waited till Jim and Carla were inside the barn. 

As soon as they were outside, he entered the bedroom where Laura was being kept prisoner. 

Laura had somehow managed to slide to the floor and was whimpering and moaning while twisting around and trying to wriggle towards the other end of the room where her purse was lying. 

When she heard the door opening, she let out a frightened whimper and turned her head towards it. At first, her eyes couldn’t seem to focus, but then she recognised Michael! 

She let out a muffled cry of relief and gave him a look that clearly said; “Thank God you’re here!" 

Michael walked towards her, saying, “Laura, are you all right ?” 

Laura nodded. “el… mhe.” She was trying to say ‘help me’ but realised the ballgag was doing a good job of scrambling whatever words she could mouth around the edges of it.

Michael walked up to her, bent down and scooped her up in his arms, and deposited her gently on the bed.

She groaned as the crotch rope dug into her when he lifted her, and she thought she would come again when Michael laid her down but he did it so gently there was no added stimulus.

The ‘need’ was getting more urgent though, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer. So as Michael unbuckled her ballgag, she blurted out without thinking: 

“Oh Michael, please make love to me! Now ! I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I need you to make love to me right now! I’ve been in agony since I woke up tied up like this!" 

Michael, dumbfounded at his luck receiving such an open invitation, just looked at her, mesmerised by her beautiful body. Her firm and ample breasts were jutting out and one of them had escaped her flimsy bra.

He wanted to ask her if she was OK, but obviously she was. She kept trying to move her arms and seeing her struggle with her delicate shoulder pinned back so harshly was really exciting him. 

He mechanically started to undo the rope which was cutting into her crotch, remembering how tight Carla had insisted it had to be when she had attached it. 

Then he started to try to reach her bound arms to undo the knots, but Laura had already found some leverage to move now that the cursed crotch rope was not cutting her in two anymore, so she moved her mouth close to his, now that he was so close, and passionately kissed him on the lips as best she could.

He stopped fumbling with the rope holding her arms and returned her kiss and embraced her.

The feeling of being kissed back passionately while tied up and helpless was making Laura feel even more excited. The urge to have him inside her was now agonising. 

Seeing how he was looking at her bound arms and legs, obviously hesitating as to where to start untying her Laura realised that Michael was getting very excited also… the bulge in his pants was a dead give-away.

When she’d felt the cursed crotch rope being removed, she'd almost climaxed, so she decided to take control of the situation since it was going nowhere for the moment. 

“Michael please hurry! I want you to make love to me right now, so just untie my legs, never mind my arms for now, just untie my legs and take me!" 

Michael obligingly started to undo the knots, working as fast as he could. He could see the aphrodisiac had really affected Laura and decided to play along for the moment. 

Anyway, the sight of Laura writhing in her bonds with such determination was getting too much for him. She kept struggling like a madwoman, rubbing her sexy nylon clad legs together while he loosened the ropes tying them at the knees and ankles. At first, he wasn’t sure if she was trying to restore circulation of if she was just plain horny, but when she managed to free them and tried to wrap them around his waist to bring him closer to her crotch, he knew she had meant business about needing him to make love to her. 

Michael quickly pulled down his pants and inserted himself into her already wet and pulsating pussy. Laura moaned and help up her head trying to kiss him again. Their lips locked and he felt her pulsating even harder. She was coming and he hadn’t even started to ream her! 

Her bound arms were still pinned cruelly behind her back but she didn’t seem to mind. Her hips were thrusting up and down along with him. Then Laura screamed uncontrollably right in his ear as she climaxed.

Michael continued to move in and out of her throbbing pussy. Then he screamed too, as he came into her like a cannon, only his scream was not only due to the incredible pleasure of shooting off into this beautiful woman, who was still writhing like a she-devil in her bonds, but also from the pain of Laura’s teeth digging into his shoulder! 

Forgetting that the ball gag wasn't in her mouth anymore, Laura had instinctively tried to bite something to stifle her next scream and sunk her teeth into Michael's shoulder instead. 

The hell with this! he thought as he saw the teeth marks and a bit of blood oozing out on his shoulder. He grabbed the ball gag still lying on the bed and proceeded to strap it back into Laura’s mouth.

Laura realised she’d accidentally hurt Michael but she hadn't been able to help herself because her orgasm had been so strong, so when she felt him pushing the ball back in her mouth she obediently let herself be gagged again. 

The feeling of him inside her while being gagged and bound was too much and she came again, this time thankfully biting into the rubber ball as Michael finished buckling it behind her neck. 

Laura felt like she'd died and gone to heaven. Michael was making love to her, which was what she had fantasised about for so many lonely nights! Her legs were wrapped around his slim waist and she wasn’t about to let go. His penis felt huge inside her, she could feel every slightest movement with incredible sensitivity. 

The feeling of restraint, the sensation of Michael being inside her, and the gag filling her mouth all seemed to enhance the eroticism, so when she felt Michael come again inside her she climaxed too, but this time so hard that she passed out again. 

Chapter Five

Outside, Jim had been watching all the action through the slit in the window. The passion between Michael and Laura was too much for him, so he turned and walked back to the barn where Carla was patiently waiting. 

Carla was relieved when she heard Jim return. Expecting him to let her arms down, and unable to turn much due to her position she was surprised to see out of the corner of her eye that he was letting down his pants as he approached her. 

Carla was bent over just right due to her arms being held almost vertically behind her, so all Jim had to do was stand behind her, grab her hips and enter her.

As he did so, she let out a loud moan through her gag. Carla would have liked to spread her legs a bit more to help him, but the chain hobbling her legs wouldn't allow it so she just did her best to help him penetrate her already very wet pussy.

The sensation of Jim finally inside her felt so good, and her pent-up desire was so strong, that Carla came even before Jim had finished entering her! She screamed into her gag, saliva dripping out uncontrollably, as she tried to respond to Jim's thrusts with some movement of her own. 

Her bound arms held almost vertically behind her didn't allow for much movement so she could only try to sway along with his rhythm as best she could. The feeling of total helplessness was divine, and she climaxed again when she felt Jim's sperm shoot inside her. She could hear her own screams being matched by Jim's who was pumping into her like a devil. 

This time Carla almost fainted with the pleasure and her legs get wobbly. Still held up by her cruelly bound arms, she felt Jim come out of her and unhook the rope holding them up. He then turned her around, bent under her and slung her over his shoulder. 

Carla was panting through her gag and mewing with joy. She felt so totally helpless and satisfied that she thought she had died and gone to heaven! 

Jim walked toward the other end of the barn with Carla over his shoulder. 

She doesn't have a slim waist to look nice, it also makes her easier to carry this way too, he mused.

He could feel her go limp as she let herself be carried this way with the most complete abandon. 

Jim opened the door leading into a small room that he and Michael had built when they'd bought the place. It had been arranged as a spare bedroom in case they wanted more privacy. 

Jim let Carla drop gently on her back over the bed and proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes. Carla just lay there watching him. Her hands were still handcuffed behind her back, her legs hobbled by the short chain and she was still only wearing nothing but the tight merry-widow corset and seamed nylons that made her look so enticing. His pants dropped to the floor and revealed his once more erect penis, now grown to what appeared to be a size bigger than she ever remembered seeing before. 

With her arms still cuffed behind her back, she tried to change her position in order for him to penetrate her once more, but her hobbled legs were not allowing her much freedom that way. Jim came over and unlocked one end of the chain on the strap around her left ankle so that she could spread her legs to receive him. Carla immediately obliged and just as quickly locked them around his waist as soon as he came close enough. 

She moaned with passion through her ballgag when he entered her. He started to make love to her, slowly swaying between her hips, gently playing with her firm breasts until she reached an unbelievably strong climax that made her scream through her ballgag as he came inside her. 

Exhausted, Jim let himself slump next to her, kissed her on her ballgagged cheek and closed his eyes. 

Carla just looked at him with a look of total adoration in her eyes. She would have liked to be untied now, but could see that he was already falling fast asleep, so rather than disturb him she wriggled into a sleeping position, making herself as comfortable as she could despite her handcuffed hands behind her back, and closed her own eyes too. 

As she drifted to sleep, she remembered that the ballgag was still firmly strapped in her mouth but decided it would just have to wait until Jim woke up and removed it. Right now, she didn't want to disturb that pleasant glow she felt after having had such incredibly satisfying sex. 

Chapter Six.

When Carla woke up, her shoulders felt stiff, and her jaw felt like it was made of wood. Then as she struggled to use her hands to remove the ball that was jammed in her mouth, she realised that they were still handcuffed behind her. That would explain the stiffness in her arms and shoulders. The large, round ballgag which she unsuccessfully tried to push out with her tongue explained the aching jaw. 

Oh well, she thought, it was well worth the pleasure. The discomfort that Carla knew from experience would soon wear off once she started moving around made her realise she might as well get up, so she quietly crawled out of the bed where she had been lying next to Jim. 

She knew Jim liked to sleep in during the morning, so she preferred not to disturb him if she could. Right now, she needed to pee, and her handcuffed arms wouldn't be a big hindrance to that so she just got up and made for the bedroom door. As she walked, the chain hobbling her leg rattled on the floor. Jim had untied her left ankle, but left the other end attached to her right so that now it was flopping around as she tried to walk. Knowing there wasn't much she could do about removing it with her arms tied behind her back the way they were, she slowly tiptoed on her high heels toward the door. 

As Carla walked past the full length mirror she couldn't help but stop and look at herself. Her hair was a bit tousled, but she liked what she saw. The waist cinching black merry-widow corset really enhanced her already small waist. The matching opera length black stockings enhanced her shapely legs just right. Her boobs were sticking out above the corset, firm and full. This was the killer look she knew a lot of women would die for, and she had been blessed by Mother Nature with all the charms a girl could ask for. 

There was however, some drool on the side of her mouth due to her sleeping with the ballgag keeping it open all night. She could also see that her handcuffs had left some welts around her wrists as she twisted around to check that her stockings hadn't gotten ripped during the lovemaking. The welts would disappear in a few hours, she knew from experience, but the drool had to go, so she continued tiptoeing to the door, careful not to make the chain rattle. She turned and gently grabbed the handle with her manacled hands, let herself out and quietly closed it behind her. 

 

Once in the hallway, she walked a bit faster and let the chain make a bit more noise. She knew Jim wouldn't hear it and hurried toward the bathroom, past the other bedroom where she guessed Michael had probably wound up staying with Laura after he had completed 'rescuing her from her kidnappers'. Reaching the bathroom door, she again half-turned to reach for the knob with her handcuffed hands. As she opened it and turned around to go in, she came face to face with Laura, whose eyes went wide with surprise as she jumped back at the site of Carla's own wide-eyed expression.

Laura stared with a stunned look at the ballgag jammed in Carla's mouth, which looked exactly the same as the one which was still stuck as firmly as ever in hers. Then her eyes drifted down Carla's curvy body, taking in the corset, stockings and high heels all in one appreciative and jealous glance. She also took in the dangling leg chain and handcuffs as Carla simply walked past her and sat down on the toilet. 

Not bothering that Laura stood watching, Carla was also casting her own appreciative glances at her friend while relieving herself. Obviously, Laura had had the same idea and come to the bathroom without waking up Michael. 

Her arms and elbows were still tied securely behind her back, and her ankles were still hobbled together, unlike her own which just dangled a chain from one leg. The ballgag was wedged deeply into her mouth, much more than she remembered fitting it when she had participated in Laura's bondage while she was still unconscious. 

Michael must have 'adjusted it', she thought. 

Laura was also still wearing the same black sexy garter belt and stockings that she had on when they had removed her dress, but one were the matching bra and panties. 

Not that they were hiding much anyway, she mused. 

She couldn't help but notice that Laura's breasts were just as firm and jutting out as her own. In fact, ever more so than hers because of the way that her elbows were still tightly pinned together behind her back.

Carla made a mental note of appreciation about Laura's spunk at finding her way around a strange house while tied up, hobbled and gagged. 

Seeing the Carla was getting ready to get up, Laura motioned 'no' with her head before gurgling rather than saying, "tayh dowh, I'h emohe yoh gahg" 

Suddenly, Carla understood that Laura was offering to unbuckle her ballgag and she hurriedly bent her head. Laura fumbled with the buckle. Her hands were tied palm to palm, which restricted movement considerably. After the straps were loosened, Carla managed to push it out with her tongue and it fell on the bathroom floor. 

"Oh god that feels good, my jaw felt like it was paralysed," she said while working it around and opening and closing it with obvious relief. 

Laura uhmphed with a reproaching look at Carla and shook and bent her head, indicting she would like the same favor returned. 

Carla approached and reached with her handcuffed hands, making faster work of it since she had a bit more freedom to use her fingers. 

Laura happily spat out her gag and it bounced into the bath with a dull thud. 

"Oohh! I thought my jaw was broken," she said as she started to wiggle her jaws up and down, to try to get the stiffness out of them. "Now can you do something about my poor aching arms and shoulders please?" She turned her back to Carla, exposing her cruelly bound arms which she continuously moved in an effort to relieve the strain and not let them fall asleep. 

"It was hell when I woke up, I couldn't feel my hands at all because I'd been lying on the while sleeping, they just felt like dead stumps hanging behind my back. It took me almost 5 minutes just to get enough feeling back into them to be able to grasp the bedroom door handle and let myself out so I could come and pee" she said. "I didn't want to wake Michael , he was sleeping like an angel". 

"I'm sorry Laura, but you're not getting loose while I'm stuck wearing handcuffs to which only Jim has the keys", Carla said. "If I stay tied up, so do you!" 

"Besides," she smiled, "since you're not trying to escape and don't seem too surprised that we're both standing here tied up and talking in this bathroom as if it was the most natural thing in the world, I assume you're aware of the little "trick" we played on you to let you and Michael finally get together?" 

"Yes, Michael told me all about it after we made wild, passionate love" Laura replied with a wistful look on her face. 

"I would have hit him if I hadn't been tied up, but he just let me twist in my bonds and mmmph through that ballgag till I got tired and gave up struggling. Then he kissed me ever so tenderly and told me he loved me but had always been too shy to ask me out. I became aroused by the way he was holding me in his arms and kissing me so gently while being helplessly tied up and returned his kiss. First thing you knew, we were at it again. I still can't believe how many times we made love. That guy must be superhuman or something."

Carla smiled. "He's not superhuman, he's just in love and maddeningly aroused by the sight of seeing you all tied up and gagged." She turned and reached behind her back for the bathroom door handle with her handcuffed hands, and opened it. "Come on, let's go somewhere where we can sit and talk some more," she said as she walked out. "I need to explain a few things about this bondage business that you should understand." 

Chapter 7

Laura followed Carla out, feeling a bit strange at the thought of the two of them walking around with their arms tied behind their backs, wearing nothing but a garter belt, nylons and high heels, or a corset in the case of Laura, between engaging in light conversation about their predicament. 

Carla walked to the door leading outside, which she opened with the same nonchalant dexterity as the bathroom door. She seems to be a real expert at doing things with her hands tied behind her back, Laura wonderingly thought. How?

 

"Wait, we can't go outside dressed like this!" she said.

"Don't worry, there's absolutely no one for miles around, which is one of the main reasons why Jim chose to buy this place, so come on out and sit," Carla gently answered. 

They stepped out on a covered porch surrounding the front of the house, which was enclosed by acres of mosquito screening to keep out bugs.

Thank goodness for that screening, Laura thought inwardly, I'd hate to have a mosquito land on my bare breasts, or anywhere else for that matter, while I can't do anything about it just because my arms are tied behind my back. 

Carla walked over to an easy chair and sat down, motioning with her head for Laura to sit across from her in a matching couch. 

Laura tried to sit down but because her hands were being held straight due to her elbows being tied together, she found it awkward sitting straight and wound up having to lean forward to avoid the strain of her arms being pushed up as she sat. She wriggled around until she managed to sit sideways on the edge of the couch and let her bound arms dangle past the edge of the seat. 

Carla smiled while she watched Laura wriggling around like a schoolkid waiting for the bell to sound and end classes for the day. "You don't seem very comfortable but I see you're getting the hang of it when sitting down." 

"My arms and shoulders are sore because of the forced position, so I keep having to try and wriggle them to avoid my hands falling asleep and relieve some of the ache," replied Laura.

"That's one thing that should turn on Michael for sure, so keep doing it when he's around. I found it helps to look like I'm trying to escape to keep Jim aroused." 

"Trying…??" blurted out Laura. "But don't you want to be let loose? Surely this bondage can't be something you look forward to?" 

"OK, let me explain some facts dear," replied Carla. "First, didn't you just tell me in the bathroom about all the wonderful sex you had with Michael last night, and how much you enjoyed it? Did you ever experience anything so intense before, that is without being tied up? And did you ever see a man so aroused and passionate while making love to you as you say Michael was?" 

Laura blushed "Well, no…. I guess not. I must admit I was more aroused than I've ever been before, and never felt such intense orgasms and had so many of them in the same night. I can't understand why, but I really started to enjoy being made love to while being tied up." 

"So the little bit of discomfort due to being tied up makes it well worth it then?" 

"Y-yes.." hesitated Laura. "But when do I get to use my hands again? Surely I can't stay like this forever?" 

"You stay like that as long as your Master makes you," Carla firmly replied . "And by the way, it's a good idea to remember who's the Master and who listens and obeys, if you want to keep your man happy and under control." 

"Under control? I don't see how I can control very much with my elbows and arms tied behind my back, walking around almost naked and wearing only a garter belt, nylons and high heels!" exclaimed Laura. 

"That's where you've got it all wrong dear," Carla smilingly said. "Laura, who gets waited on hand and foot while being tied up? Who gets all the attention, and turns on their mate just by walking in front of him? Would you walk around dressed like this in broad daytime unless you were forced to? Think about it: This way you can dangle those nice big tits under his nose all you want, and pretend you don't have any choice but to let him 'take advantage of you'," Carla explained. 

"I.. I never thought about it that way," hesitated Laura. 

"I know, and neither did I at first. But then I realized I could spend a whole weekend without having to lift one finger, while Jim was doing everything for me. Heck, he's even brushed my teeth and wiped my bum for me when I was being 'punished' and he didn't want to let me loose," smiled Carla. 

"So now who do you think is really in control?" she continued. "The one being served or the one doing all the work because you're helpless? The one who gets to walk around and look outrageous in the skimpiest outfits, or the one who can be enticed to make love to you at will, just by wriggling your fanny around while you walk in front if him, and twist around with your bound arms to make it to look as if you're trying to escape?" 

"I guess I hadn't thought of it that way…" mused Laura, while unconsciously rubbing her own bound arms to relieve the tension in her shoulders. 

"And another thing," added Carla. "if you noticed, Jim and Michael are experts in bondage. They can tie us up so that we have just enough slack that our arms don't fall asleep and cause any nerve damage, but just enough that we can't get loose. Those arms of yours have been tied up since last night and even now you only feel a small bit of discomfort, but no real pain, right?" 

"Yes, now that you mention it, I guess you're right," Laura replied. "I can feel just enough movement to keep the circulation going, but when I looked in the mirror in the bathroom I could see that the way the ropes go around my shoulders and under my armpits to hold the ones keeping my elbows together, there's no way I could wriggle out of them or make them slip down. And the ropes around my wrists are wound both ways, around them and between them, so that I can't slip out of them." 

"So there, that proves it. But there's one thing we shouldn't have done though…." Carla pitched in. 

"What? We're tied up! What could we possibly have done wrong?" 

"We removed our ballgags," replied Carla. "and that's a big no-no. When Jim and Michael want us to talk, they'll let us. It's like getting untied by yourself, you don't do that, only pretend you're trying to. However in this case, I wanted to have a chance to talk to you in private, so I initiated the removal, but now we'll both be 'punished' because of that, not that the 'punishment' won't be 'interesting'…" she smiled. 

"But what if I really don't want to be tied up, or if I want to be untied and I can't speak because I've been gagged too well?" asked Laura. 

"Oh yeah, I was going to tell you but almost forgot," said Carla. "Do you have a safeword arranged with Michael yet?" 

"A safeword?" Laura asked. 

"Oh boy, you could have been very miserable indeed, my dear" chided Carla. 

"I just use the word itself with Jim, I always say 'SAFEWORD' when I want out. Just say that out loud and he'll understand and let you loose right away. And if you can't speak, just nod 'yes' and 'no' alternatively. You can always move your head that way no matter how well gagged or tied up you are." 

"But be careful to use both signs, not just one of them", she added. "Once, while Jim was making love to me and holding my breasts just the way I like it, I nodded too vigorously and he understood it to be the 'sign' and thought I wanted to be let loose so he immediately stopped to untie me. I wasn't happy. We then agreed that he would always confirm before interrupting the fun in the future. You might want to work out your own special signs with Michael." 

"You know something?" Laura said, getting up. 

"All this talk about who's in control and hell I can stimulate Michael has made me feel very horny again, so I'm going to go back in and 'face the music' so to speak, and get Michael to 'punish' me even if he doesn't want to', as you so well put it," she added with a wink. 

With that, Laura stood up, tottering on her high heels, and headed toward the door, bound arms flapping behind her, and breasts bouncing as she walked. 

Carla had to admit that Laura had some real interesting assets on display, they even looked good to her at this point. She realised that she too was feeling 'all wet down there', and decided she should go in and wake up Jim and get some 'punishment' too. She got up and followed Laura who had managed to open the door on her own. 

"You're getting the hang of it dear," she laughed. "It takes a bit of practice but you'd be surprised all the things you can manage to do with your hands tied behind your back." 

They both headed towards the bedrooms where the men were sleeping, two women with arms bound behind their backs, but walking with the all assurance in the world, dressed to kill in outrageous garter belt or corset, opera length nylons and high heels. 

Laura walked straight to the bedroom door where Michael was still sleeping. She turned and twisted the knob, pushed the door open, and walked in, this time not bothering to hide the noise of her high heels on the hardwood floor. She stopped in front of the mirror, glancing at herself once more. 

"Yes!" she mused, liking what she saw. 

Turning around, she saw Michael starting to stir. But before he could wake fully, she had already pranced up to the bed, turned around and grabbed a corner of the blanket with her bound hands. Walking away, she pulled it right off of Michael, revealing his nudity and already erect penis as he stared at her with an admiring look on his groggy face. 

"Hi beautiful," he mumbled. 

"Michael, I've been a bad girl". Laura said with a contrite look, hanging her head in mock shame. "Carla and I managed to remove our ballgags so we could chat a bit about this bondage thing." 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk !" said Michael with a smile. "Now I'll have to punish you. Come over here right now!"

Trying not to smile too much, Laura ambled over, making sure to use all her charms while walking, and pretending to struggle at her ropes as if trying to get free. 

"Oh Michael !" she pleaded. "I do hope you won't take too much advantage of me in my predicament, tied up and helpless as I am," while letting herself down into the bed next to him. 

In response, Michael simply grabbed her by her bound arms, pulled her closer to him and kissed her in the most passionate way. 

This is really heaven, thought Laura, as she returned his kiss and wriggled her body to get her nyloned legs around him. Now I have you all to myself and I won't let you go until we're both exhausted again. 

They made love all morning. At one point, while resting and trying to get their breaths back, Michael asked her if she wanted to be untied. 

"Not right now, dear," she responded immediately. "But you might want to get that ballgag from the bathroom where it fell, in case I complain too much about being restrained and bother you when we make love some more," she happily wheedled. 

Without further ado, Michael got up before retrieving the ballgag, this time making sure to add just the right quantity of the Japanese aphrodisiac on it before returning to the bedroom. Now Laura would really enjoy herself, even if she didn't know why she felt so aroused all of a sudden… 

He promptly re-inserted it into Laura's mouth who was making a pretence of resisting against it, but being careful not to be too convincing….. 

The End... (for now)