Bondage Story: Suburban Surprise

Earlier that evening, Teresa had waved goodbye to her 15-year-old daughter and her 13-year-old twin sons, who were leaving to spend the weekend at their father's house. Finally alone in the house, Teresa wandered through the rooms, trying to consider how to spend the evening by herself. Throwing herself down on the couch, she turned on the television and began channel-surfing. "Not much of a social life for the old woman," she mused, although no one watching would have applied that description to her. 

 

Short at 5'2", friends of the trim and attractive 33-year-old joked that she kept in shape by her constant blur of activity. Teresa herself thought she had only average-size breasts but was proud of her trim rear end and shapely legs, working out faithfully to maintain her figure. 

Shoulder-length red hair framed a face she considered cute more than beautiful. Pregnant at 17 and married to an immature boyfriend the following year, Teresa had survived two more kids and an abrupt divorce when her husband left, interested more in partying and sex than raising children. With help from her family, she had completed a paralegal program and worked her way to manager of the paralegal staff for a medium-sized law firm. She now had a decent house in a good neighborhood, surrounded by other families with good values and kids who were a good influence on hers. Although pleased with her achievements and proud of the job she had done, she sometimes found herself becoming tired with always having to be "on," always being called on for decisions and having to be in charge both at home and at work. Now she felt a familiar stirring as she stumbled across the end of an old movie. The movie came on just at the point where the hero's girl friend was captured by the villain, and she was dragged to the villain's hideout and quickly bound and gagged.

Teresa found herself sitting up and leaning forward as she watched the action, thinking about her own reactions when similarly tied and helpless in the past. She flipped off the TV as the credits rolled, walking quickly and nervously to the detached garage where she quickly gathered up several lengths of rope and a roll of tape. Returning across the yard, she jumped as a cheerful voice loudly hailed her.

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"Hello, Teresa!" Teresa spun around to see 18-year-old Holly grinning at her over the nearby fence separating her yard from the neighbor's. "It's good to see you again, I meant to come over and say hello but just haven't made it yet." Having just finished her first year at a nearby college, the dark brunette had spent the last month preoccupied with class work and not been able to make weekend visits home.

"Oh, it's good to see you too," Teresa replied shakily, extremely aware of the small bag she was holding and wondering if Holly could make out the rope and tape inside. "You're really looking good; you're making the old woman jealous." Holly wore a small bikini that showed off her dark skin, tanned already at the beginning of the summer from outside sunbathing/study sessions at college. Holly's young body was trim but shapely, taller and more athletic than Teresa and well proportioned. "You don't look much like the wild teenager who ran around playing kids games with my kids last summer."

"Well, you played too, don't forget, so they must not have been too much just kids games!" Holly laughed, "or maybe we're all just crazy and like acting like kids." Teresa flushed slightly at her comment, but was quickly distracted by her next question. "What are you doing tonight?" Holly asked curiously. "I saw the kids leaving with their dad, so you're on your own."

"Oh, I'll probably just hang around and do projects or watch TV." Teresa normally enjoyed talking to Holly, who reminded her of the teenager she would have liked to have been, hard-working and ambitious but capable of being extremely playful and mischievous at times. But right now she was still preoccupied with the shapes she thought were clearly outlined in the small bag that she held. "I'll let you finish frying yourself!" She laughed, backing toward the house. "Have fun!"

"My roommate is coming over later; maybe we'll come over and say hi if you're not busy!" Holly called after her. Teresa nodded and waved as she stumbled onto the portion through the front door, preoccupied with getting away from the talkative teenager. Shutting the door behind her, she took a deep breath and looked down at the bag in her hands.

Butterflies flopped in her stomach as she walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. Dumping the contents of the bag onto the floor, she breathed deeply as she saw the pile of coiled lengths of nylon rope and the roll of silver duct tape. Anxiously she quickly peeled off her work clothes and her pantyhose, leaving herself only in lacy white silken bra and panties. She laid a small but sharp knife on the floor near the doorway to her bedroom, and then crawled into her bed. Pushing back the covers, she leaned forward and wrapped the first length of rope around her ankles, drawing it tight and then cinching it between her ankles before knotting it. A second length of rope was wrapped around her thighs just above her knees, and then was also cinched and knotted securely. Teresa leaned back, supported by her arms as she tried to move her legs within the ropes. The ropes were secure, and she was able to only twist her ankles slightly within the tight bands of rope, and rub her thighs together with small, restricted movements. Next she reached for another length of rope, wrapping it loosely several times around one hand before knotting it, and then forming a cinch loop with a slip knot. She tied the trailing end of this prepared loop to the back of her ankle ropes, tying it off with a slip loop knot so that the loops lay about 18 inches behind her feet. When ready to free herself, she would be able to reach the trailing end of the slip loop and pull it loose, freeing her bound wrists and ankles from each other and allowing her to hop across the room to the knife and free herself. She had used the same release plan many times before with no problems. Trembling with excitement, she reached over to her night stand where she had left several silken pairs of bikini panties. One by one, she pushed them between her lips, firmly forcing the last one between her teeth and closing her lips only with difficulty. She ripped a six-inch strip of tape off the roll and pressed it firmly across her lips, smoothing it back over her cheeks. Two more strips went in a X-shape across the first, firmly sealing her lips across the silken wadding of her gag. "Mmmph!" Teresa tested her gag, able only to make a muffled moan rather than the scream that she intended. Satisfied, she pulled the blankets up over her, leaving only the top of her head showing. Working by touch, she rolled over on her back, bending her knees and bringing her feet up toward her hands. Her reaching fingers found the prepared loops, and she wormed her hands into the loop on each side of the cinch. Holding her hands palm to palm, she pulled her hands away from her feet, feeling the ropes tighten firmly around her wrists.

Huddled under the blanket, she could feel the warmth of her body against the sheets as she began to struggle, imagining that she had been tightly bound and gagged by a burglar who would return for her if she did not escape. The ropes held firm as she struggled, and her attempted screams for help emerged only as muffled moans. She felt her excitement and arousal building as her sense of helplessness increased, realizing that she was bound and helpless in a house by herself, gagged securely with her own panties so that she couldn't scream, with no one else aware of her bondage. She imagined the people walking and riding by in front of the house, with no one aware that a helplessly bound, gagged, and aroused woman lay squirming inside. Her impassioned thoughts were suddenly cut short by the sound of steps on the front porch downstairs.

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Suddenly frightened, she stopped squirming and lay listening intensely, jerking her head to throw the blankets off of her head to hear better. She was suddenly filled with panic as she heard the door open, and heard a female neighbor's voice call, "Teresa? The door was open, are you okay?" She began to struggle frantically as she heard footsteps cross the living room and begin to ascend the stairs. Panicked, she realized she was helpless to free herself before her friend reached the second floor without the knife. It was hopelessly out of reach across the room, even loosely hog-tied as she was with her securely tied hands held two feet from her bound ankles. She frantically attempted to squirm further under the blanket, hoping that if Debbie only saw the top of her head, that she would believe she was asleep and leave. Succeeding, she lay helplessly bound, breasts heaving from her efforts. She heard the steps enter the room and cross over by the bed.

"Going to sleep and leaving the door unlocked, how careless!" She heard the footsteps move back toward the door, and then pause. "And leaving a knife lying here....." With a sinking heart, Teresa heard the scrape of the knife handle on the floor, and then the footsteps moving downstairs again. She gave a deep sigh, moaning with mixed relief and frustration; she had escaped discovery, but now would have to hop and slide all the way downstairs, find a knife with her hands securely bound behind her back, and use it to free herself.

In horror, she heard the footsteps pause at the sound of her moan, then remount the stairs. They crossed the room toward her, then the light blinded her blinking eyes as the covers were gently lifted back from her face. She moaned in helpless frustration as she saw Debbie's shocked expression at seeing Teresa's tightly taped mouth, then the blankets were thrown all the way back exposing her lingerie and helplessly bound body. Teresa moaned in horrified embarrassment, making a quick frenzied pull at the ropes before laying still again.

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"Teresa! What happened?" Debbie sat quickly on the side of the bed and reached toward Teresa's face. She tried unsuccessfully to pick the at the tape on Teresa's cheeks, then suddenly stopped and glanced with a puzzled expression at the knife in her other hand. She groped at Teresa's wrists, looking at the ropes, and then Teresa raised her head in concern as she felt Debbie's hand probing at the ropes on her ankles, examining the slip loop knot. Debbie looked up at her with a strange expression. "There's no one else here, and the kids just left," Debbie said slowly. "You did this to yourself, didn't you?" Teresa could feel the hot flush on her taped cheeks and spreading down her neck as she nodded, avoiding Debbie's gaze. But Debbie just began to laugh, and Teresa jerked as she slapped Teresa's bottom again. Teresa's frustrated glance took in her other next-door neighbor's appearance. Debbie had obviously just finished her workday as an administrator at the local hospital, still wearing a silk blouse and blue skirt. The 28-year-old had collar-length curly hair, and a more lush figure than Teresa's that managed to be curvaceous without being overweight. Teresa's panicked thoughts raced over the veiled references to a "wild life" that Debbie sometimes hinted at, living alone in the house she had purchased next door to Teresa, but spending most of her weekends gone with one boyfriend or another. Now Teresa moaned louder, jerking her head to indicate she wanted Debbie to untape her mouth. She gasped in shock as Debbie instead rolled her over on her stomach, then lightly slapped her silk-clad buttocks. Teresa gave a loud and angry "mmmppphhh!" as she jerked her head to toss her hair aside and look back at her friend over her shoulder. Debbie leaned forward to speak quietly to Teresa from several inches, smiling.

"You obviously enjoy being helpless…. So as your friend, I'm going to help you out. I think it might be a little more exciting for you being my prisoner than being your own…. Makes things a little more unpredictable."

Teresa's eyes widened and she began shaking her head wildly, moaning loudly in protest. She tugged frantically at the ropes, but they continued to hold her perfectly. Debbie ignored her, and Teresa felt the trailing ends of the ropes on her wrists pulled together and knotted several more times, eliminating any hope of escape by loosening what had been a slip knot. She felt a tug on her ankles as Debbie pulled the slip loop free, and Teresa gratefully straightened her legs, suddenly hoping that Debbie had been teasing and she would be released after all….. Her thought was interrupted by Debbie's hand quickly pulling her ankles upwards, and Teresa felt the trailing end of her wrist rope drawn through her ankle bindings. Too late she tried to resist, but had no leverage; Debbie pulled firmly on the rope while pushing Teresa's ankles toward her wrists. Teresa moaned as she felt her back bending and straining, feeling her fingertips touching her heels as Debbie knotted the rope around her wrist ropes, well out of reach of her fingers. Teresa squirmed in her new stringent hog-tie, feeling the tightness of the ropes and the strain of her new position. Struggling frantically, she saw Debbie picking up another piece of rope and approaching her. Teresa felt the smooth nylon on her skin as Debbie wrapped it several times around her upper arms just above the elbow, then drew it tight and cinched it, pulling Teresa's elbows together. Teresa felt the increased pressure of her breasts against the mattress, realizing they were thrust out as her arms and shoulders were drawn back by the elbow ropes. She moaned in helplessness, confused and aroused as she was quickly transformed from an easily-escaped and totally private self-bondage to a truly helpless captive of her friend; she realized there was no release word, and no way to make her friend release her. She was totally in Debbie's control. Struggling, she realized with a mixed feeling of horror and excitement that she was alone and unlikely to be missed for the whole weekend, and that Debbie was aware of this; Debbie could keep her tied for several days if she chose!

She watched as Debbie picked another piece of rope off of the rapidly shrinking pile of nylon cords on the floor. "You'll like this," her friend smiled, patting Teresa's pantied bottom. Debbie pushed Teresa over onto her side so that she faced her friend. She made a puzzled moan behind her gag as Debbie looped the rope around her waist, drawing the ends through the loop of the doubled rope. Drawing it snug, Debbie abruptly pushed the ends of the rope between Teresa's bound thighs. Teresa jerked, then grunted and shook her head rapidly, continuing to moan as Debbie ignore ignored her. Debbie pulled the ends under the waist rope in back, then pulled the trailing ends back through Teresa's thighs. "This is called a crotch rope," Debbie smiled at her frantically squirming friend. She pulled the rope snug, pressing the nylon rope tightly against Teresa's panties; Teresa gasped and squirmed against the rope as Debbie tied the free ends securely to the waist rope in front.

"That should hold you," Debbie said approvingly. She sat back, looking over her helplessly bound friend. "Since you enjoy this so much, I'm going to make your day much more interesting." She smiled. "I've been where you are a number of times, so I know how to make you have a really good time!" Debbie laughed again, and Teresa's eyes widened as she tried to imagine Debbie bound and gagged. When? And with who? But now the brunette's sparkling eyes looked down at the helpless red-haired captive, then abruptly leaned forward and kissed her on the nose. "I've always wanted my own little slave girl to play with," Debbie teased her, standing up again. "Now don't go away, I'm going to go do a couple things and get some toys to play with, and I'll be back after a while." Teresa raised her head and grunted loudly as Debbie stood and walked out of the bedroom, but Debbie continued down the stairs without stopping. Teresa heard the front door slam behind her, and fell back in disbelief. She screamed in disbelief and frustration, hearing only a muffled moan escape her tightly packed mouth. She pulled frantically at the ropes for several minutes, but shortly lay her head back in resignation, realizing she was helplessly bound and gagged with no way to free herself. She felt herself begin to squirm against the crotch rope, feeling herself becoming aroused again. She was totally helpless to escape, and this fact along with the slippery silk-nylon friction was rapidly escalating her arousal.

Teresa continue to struggle, squirming and pressing herself into the mattress. The pressure of the crotch rope against her panties continued to build her arousal. She rolled onto her side facing the wall, rolling her hips forward and backward against the nylon rope. She looked down, feeling herself breathing hard through her nose, and seeing her breasts straining against her silk bra as her chest heaved. Her squirming became more frantic as her arousal began to peak, moaning and then screaming frantically into her gag as she bucked her way through an intense climax. Her muffled screams filled her ears as loud moans as she came, lost in her world of arousal and bondage. The ropes held her perfectly despite her frantic straining, and as she collapsed into a limp post-climax relaxation she was acutely aware of their continued tight grasp on her skin. She moaned softly, unaware of the shock she was about to receive.

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"Teresa!" She jerked in shock as she heard Holly's voice over her shoulder. Jerking her head backward toward the door, she was stunned to see the teenager standing there with her roommate and best friend, Angela, a tall, willowy blonde girl. The two college freshmen stood in the doorway, Holly with a stunned expression, and Angela holding her hands over her mouth in apparent silent laughter. Both teens were now casually dressed in short denim shorts and T-shirts. Teresa's stomach felt hollow, filled with mixed horror at being seen to climax, embarrassment at being discovered tightly bound and gagged in her lingerie, and relief at anticipated release. The two teenagers walked slowly over to the bed, with Holly leading the way.

Teresa moaned and jerked her head, indicating that she wanted Holly to un-tape her mouth. Holly stood next her, and then slowly sat down next to her on the bed. She reached forward and began to pick at the tape. Teresa moaned in relief as she felt the strips slowly peeled away, and then use her tongue to push the soaked panties wadding from her mouth onto the sheet. She heard Angela giggle in surprise as she pushed the panties out.

"Teresa, what happened? I just saw you a little while ago. Who did this to you?" Holly asked slowly, still shocked and baffled at finding her older neighbor aroused and climaxing in ropes and gag.

In desperation, Teresa decided to ignore what the girls had seen, hoping they would go along. "It was Debbie, she came over and we were just playing around. She tied me up and left me here." She jerked at her hog-tie rope, feeling her wrists still tightly bound behind her back. "Hurry up and untie me."

Instead, Holly sat back, with Angela standing beside her and still trying to hide a smile. "Wait a minute, girlfriend, what kind of game was this? Are you and Debbie lesbians? I saw you coming by rubbing yourself against the rope. We stood and watched you for the couple minutes. You're tied up because you want to be! Did Debbie really do this to you, or did someone else?" Holly reached forward and fingered the ropes holding Teresa's elbows together, and then dropped her hand to tug lightly at Teresa's crotch rope.

Teresa gasped and rolled away onto her stomach and then onto her right side, facing the girls and the doorway. She jerked helplessly at the ropes in frustration as she stammered for words. "It's like this.... I like... I did this myself...."

Holly's eyes widened. "You did this to yourself?" She asked in amazement. "How did you get the ropes so tight? I don't believe it, you can barely move. And there's no way in the world that you tied your elbows up that way with your hands."

Teresa squirmed again, horrified at having this conversation at all, particularly while tied helplessly in her bra and panties while her body was still coming down from being aroused. "Just untie me, and I'll tell you."

Holly sat back with a determined expression on her face. "You won't tell me then, Teresa. You tell us now, and then we'll untie you." She stood up, continuing, "Or if you'd like we could just leave and go on with our weekend, and you can stay here for your game with Debbie." She looked at Angela. "You think Debbie would like it better if we put the gag back?"

Angela' face broke into a mischievous smile. "She must have had some reason for gagging her," she agreed. "She does seem to talk a lot."

"No!" Teresa gasped, again pulling desperately at her ropes with no greater success than she had had before. In the back of her mind, she briefly wondered how Debbie had learned to tie someone so securely. Her anger was quickly replaced by anxiety when she saw Holly reach for the tape on the night stand. "Okay, okay... I'll tell you everything." Teresa felt her face grow even hotter as the two girls sat down on the edge of the bed, both leaning forward eagerly. She was acutely aware of her breasts displayed so prominently because of her elbow bondage, as well as the dampness she could feel in her panties as the crotch rope continued to press tightly against her. She noticed herself squirming slightly, and realized in horror that she was still aroused by her helplessness and even her embarrassment. She quickly stilled her hips, feeling like the embarrassing crotch rope was flashing neon as she began to speak.

"I've tied myself up before several times, just because I enjoyed feeling helpless, not having to be responsible for everyone else around. Today-"

"Is that why you used to play cowboys and Indians with us in the summers?" Holly interrupted, remembering how Teresa used to volunteer to be the cowgirl, even when regularly captured and tied up by her kids and the other neighborhood kids as shouting Indians.

Teresa nodded slowly, avoiding the girls' eyes. "Anyway, today when everyone left I came upstairs and tied myself up again, but Debbie walked in and found me. She took the knife that I had to cut myself free, and tied me up even tighter. She tied my elbows and tied my hands and feet together like this. She left about 15 minutes ago, saying that she was going to come back for me later. Debbie said she's been tied up before, and said something about me being her slave girl. I was really worried because I didn't know what she was going to do with me."

"Yeah, Teresa, you looked real worried when we walked in on you," Holly laughed. "It's obvious that you like more than getting away from responsibility. Being tied up really turns you on, doesn't it?"

Teresa looked away, avoiding eye contact as she nodded and mumbled agreement. She cried out in surprise and jerked again in her bondage as she felt Holly's fingers tugging firmly at her crotch rope. "Who put this little rope of joy on you, you or Debbie?"

"Debbie did," Teresa said quietly, wishing that she were free or at least not continuing to feel aroused. "Now can you please untie me?!" she asked in a voice which quickly changed from pleading to demanding in several words.

She saw the two girls look at each other, then Holly turned and smiled. "Sure, Teresa, just roll over on your stomach and I'll take care of it." Teresa looked at her cautiously, and then slowly rolled onto her stomach, feeling acutely helpless in her hog-tied position. She attempted to look back over her shoulder, but her hair hung in the way and she was unable to see the girls exchanging glances and mouthing silently at each other. She felt fingers picking at the knots on her wrists, while another (Angela's?) picked at her elbow ropes. After several minutes she heard Holly's voice, "Teresa, these knots are too tight, we're going to go downstairs and get a knife to cut you loose. We'll be right back." She felt the girls get up and heard footsteps walking toward the door.

Teresa threw her head back, tossing her hair back over her shoulder just in time to see the two girls rush out through the bedroom door. "Hey, wait..." Her voice trailed off as she heard their footsteps on the stairs. She dropped her head back on the mattress, wondering in anxious suspicion if the girls were really getting a knife to free her, or intended to leave her bound for Debbie to find. She realized that she could still be on the receiving end of a weekend of bondage, and would not feel safe until the girls returned to release her. With mixed anxiety and anger she wondered what she would say to Debbie when her neighbor returned to find her free. She felt herself flush again when she heard the girls downstairs laughing, no doubt talking about her climax in bondage that they had witnessed. With mounting worry she wondered what was taking them so long to get a knife, and wondered if she should call out for them. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to call, but then realized this would emphasize the fact that she was helpless and totally dependent on them to release her. She twisted her wrists in the snug ropes, desperately wondering what she would do if they did not return.

She felt herself release a deep breath when she heard the girls' footsteps mounting the stairs again, breathing a sigh of relief that she would soon be free.

Holly and Angela walked through the door, with Holly carrying a small scissors. Teresa looked up her in relief and then with an annoyed expression as she looked at the scissors. "That little scissors is not going to cut these ropes," she said sharply. "You'll have to go get a real knife. You know where they are!" Holly just smiled.

"You're right, but they will cut duct tape. I always have a hard time tearing that stuff." Teresa cried out in protest as Angela jumped onto the bed on her knees, pushing Teresa over onto her back, pinning her bound arms and feet underneath her.

"What are you doing?! Don't--Mmmmph!" Teresa's voice was abruptly cut off as Holly's fingers jammed the damp panties between her lips, pushing them deeply between her teeth. The silk wadding pushed her tongue down and filled her mouth, reducing her angry cries to muffled grunts. Angela held her hand over Teresa's mouth to hold the wadding in while Holly, laughing, leisurely pulled off a 6-inch strip of tape and cut it free with the scissors. Angela deftly removed her hand as Holly quickly pressed the tape across her older friend's closed mouth. Teresa gave a loud and emphatically angry moan, but the teenagers merely laughed at her in front of her shocked and angry eyes.

"Don't worry, sweetie," Holly smiled as she peeled and cut two more strips of tape. "We'll make sure you're nice and helpless, just the way you like it." The girls took turns pressing these across Teresa's mouth in an X-shape, sealing her gag in as they listened to her outraged muffled cries.

"Wow, she can really look angry even when you can only see half of her face," Angela commented.

"Yeah, although I think I kind of like her with the gag on when she's angry," Holly laughed. Teresa renewed her struggles on the bed, jerking angrily again at her ropes, throwing her head back and forth and moaning in angry helplessness into her gag. She diminished her struggling when she realized that her crotch rope had started to excite her, and she quickly looked up at the girls to find them watching her with large smiles. "Does that feel good, honey? Are you enjoying yourself?" Holly smiled. Teresa flushed again, laying still in rigid anger as she rolled her head to stare straight up at the ceiling. She was aware of Holly coming over to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry, Teresa, we'll try to get you some company so you're not so lonely," Holly said. "It's always better to have fun together than alone, isn't it?" Teresa quickly looked in surprise at the teen, seeing a mischievous smile roll across her face. She moaned again as the girls stood up and walked for the doorway, then heard them go downstairs. Downstairs, Angela was questioning Holly. "Are you sure we'll be able to do this right?"

Holly was busy searching through a box she had brought from the garage, pulling out several lengths of clothesline. "Don't worry, all of us neighborhood kids played cowboys and Indians, or capture the spy, or things like that all the time, and no one got loose when I tied them." She laughed. "We even played some last summer."

Angela laughed. "Did she really ask to play games with you to get tied up?"

"I never knew why until now, but she always gets tied up a lot when all of us neighborhood kids played those games. I remember one time last summer when I was the Indian scout. Teresa wasn't even playing yet, as we were just starting the game. She was laying out in her bikini, so I just thought that she would be embarrassed and say no when I told her that I was the Indian and she was captured. But she just laughed and played along. I remember that I tied her hands behind her back, then gagged her with a knotted scarf. I was really being obnoxious that day," Holly remembered. "I got another scarf and blindfolded her, which we usually didn't do, then led her out to the neighbor's old playhouse behind some trees that their kids never used anymore. I remember she was struggling and playing along, trying to talk through her gag about where we were going. There was a couple old kitchen chairs in the playhouse and I made her sit down and tied her up. I sat her in the chair with her arms behind the back, then used some old clothesline they had out there to tie her hands to the back supports, her chest to the chair, and tie her feet together and then to the bottom of the chair. I told her that she was a prisoner in the Indian camp, and that we were going out to capture more white people. Then I kept playing. The funny part was that the boys caught me, tied me up, and tried to question me about where my prisoner was. But I wouldn't tell them anything, and because we never use our neighbor's playhouse when they're not around, they never thought to look for her there. She didn't know where she was, and was gagged well enough she couldn't scream out loud, so no one found her until we ended the game 2 hours later and I went back to untie her. I remember being surprised that she wasn't angry about being tied up so long; I always wondered why she was such a good sport about those games," Holly concluded.

"Well, if you could tie up a grownup woman well enough to hold her for several hours, you must be good at this game. You just lead the way," Angela smiled.

Thirty minutes later when Debbie re-entered Teresa's house, she was shocked to discover the two girls sitting in the kitchen waiting for her. The girls noticed that Debbie was now dressed in a beach cover-up, and carried a small suitcase.

"Where you going, Debbie?" asked Holly, nervous but still fighting to keep from smiling, and trying to look serious. "Are you having an interesting day?"

"What's in the suitcase?" asked Angela. "Can we see why you're packing up to go lay out somewhere?"

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Debbie looked back and forth between the two girls, too startled at first to say anything. Then she found her voice. "Have you guys seen Teresa?" She asked Holly, hoping against hope that the girls had not yet been upstairs and hoping that her question sounded innocent. Her hopes were dashed when Holly spoke.

"I think the big question is, have you seen her? And when you did, what did you do to her?" Holly deliberately thought about a classmate who had irritated her, putting the resulting anger in her voice as she spoke. "You realize that you kidnapped her? She's upstairs sobbing, incredibly upset about what you did to her. She said something about calling the police, but I'm not sure what she's going to do."

"Yeah," Angela added, "I'm glad I'm not in your shoes. Not just for going to jail, but for when your family finds out why you're going to jail. Everyone's going to know that you're a lesbian."

Debbie's face went white, stunned by the girls' comments. "That's not what happened... Wait.... We were just having fun.... I'm not a lesbian...." She collapsed in a kitchen chair across from Angela and next to Holly, thinking frantically about what to do. "I need to go up there and talk to her," she said, beginning to stand up.

"No!" Holly said quickly, standing and putting her hand on Debbie's shoulder and pushing her back into the chair. "I don't think seeing you coming in dressed to torment her will help your situation." Before Debbie could react, Holly plucked the suitcase from the floor and put up on the table, unsnapping the catches and flipping it open. Shocked, Debbie reached forward but too late. All of them looked on the collection of equipment revealed in the suitcase; two ball gags, several pairs of handcuffs, leather restraints, coiled lengths of rope, and several different colored rolls of duct tape. "No, Teresa seeing you with this is not going to help your case at all. And I hate to think what would happen when the judge heard you were coming prepared for Happy Slavery Weekend."

"What do you think I should do?" Debbie asked, shattered. Confused, her thoughts were reeling, stunned at having her kinky but light-hearted adventure turned into a potential jail sentence.

"I think the only way that you're going to get any sympathy from her about reporting this is for you to demonstrate being sorry in a way that really gets her attention, that shows you understand what she went through."

Debbie looked up at Holly, still confused, not thinking as clearly as she normally would. "You mean I should let her tie me up?"

"No, I don't think she's doing well enough or angry enough to do that. She's more just upset. But I think if you could get someone to tie you tightly and leave you for her to find, that might make a difference. But that's up to you. Good luck." Holly looked across at Angela. "Are you ready to go?"

"Wait," Debbie held out her hand. "Would you girls be willing to help me out?" Her hands rummaged quickly through the suitcase. "Here's some rope, and I could tell you how to tie me. Here's a gag, and... Would you please help me?"

Holly exchanged glances with Angela. "Okay, I guess we'll help you, but after that you're on your own." She said up and walked over behind Debbie. "Why don't you go ahead and take off your robe? I'll bet she would be more sympathetic if you were tied up in your swimming suit, like she was in her underwear."

Debbie flushed, but quickly stood and pulled the cover-up over her head. She sat down again quickly, pretending to ignore the fact that she was not dressed in a swimming suit, but rather in a lacy red bra and matching bikini panties. She placed her hands behind the chair back, saying, "Please, not too tight."

Holly had picked up one of the lengths of rope, and the nervous brunette woman heard her voice saying, "Don't worry, we'll only tie you as tight as you tied Teresa." Debbie felt the rope wrapped several times about her wrists, and then felt it suddenly tighten as Holly cinched it and knotted it securely. Angela was kneeling next to Debbie, wrapping a longer length of rope around her thighs just above her knees. "Don't forget to cinch it," Holly's voice said, "just like I showed you earlier." Debbie watched Angela cinch rope around her legs tightly, just as she felt a loop of rope passed around her upper arms. She suppressed a grunt of discomfort as Holly tightened the loop, feeling her shoulders roll back as her elbows came together. She mentally reviewed Holly's comment as she felt the rope wrapped and cinched around her arms.

"Wait a minute," she said slowly. "You showed her earlier how to tie me?" She looked up at the two teenagers standing over her, where Holly rummaged through the suitcase before pulling out a wide leather collar, as Angela stepped behind her with a bright red ball gag in one hand. "Did you hope that I would let you tie me up? Or is there something else going on?" Debbie turned her head to one side as the ball appeared in front of her mouth. "Wait a minu--Ouch!--Mmmph!!" Holly's fingers darted forward and quickly pinched Debbie's nipple through the sheer silk bra, with Angela cramming the ball into Debbie's mouth as she cried out. The brunette rolled her head in a futile effort to eject the gag, but Holly's hand was over her mouth in front, while the other seized her hair and lifted it up in back, holding her head and allowing Angela to buckle the gag tightly at the back of her neck. Debbie felt the ball pulled deeply behind her teeth as the straps pulled at the edges of her mouth. She looked up in growing suspicion and dismay at the two girls, grunting in surprise as Holly dropped into her lap astride her bound thighs, looking into her eyes from several inches away.

"It's an interesting game, isn't it?" Holly smiled, "obviously one that you like. Well, here's your chance to play a different part in this little play." She buckled the collar around Debbie's neck, turning it until the metal D-ring lay at the front. Angela handed her a short leash, which Holly clipped onto the ring. Debbie pulled at the ropes, unpleasantly surprised to feel the ropes around her wrists and elbows to be snug and secure. She remembered in dismay Teresa's descriptions of being captured in their Indian games, remembering that Teresa had once remarked she never escaped when Holly had tied her. Her recollection was interrupted by a dark scarf falling over her eyes from behind. She moaned in surprise and rolled her head but Angela had already knotted it tightly, cutting off her vision.

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"Okay, time for a walk," she heard Holly's voice say. She felt a firm tug on the leash, standing gingerly to her feet. In response to pressure on the leash, she walked slowly across the kitchen floor, and then slowly up the stairs with the girls supporting her, Holly tugging on her leash, while Angela walked behind her and held her bound wrists. She felt herself escorted down the hallway through a bedroom door, although she could not remember the upstairs layout well enough to remember where she was. She started as she heard Teresa's muffled moans, and jerked angrily on the leash as she began to suspect she'd been tricked. She felt a pair of hands looping a doubled rope around her waist, then squirmed and rose on her toes in a futile effort to avoid the hands pushing the rope between her bound thighs. She felt the rope pulled up and between her forearms, then pulled again between her thighs and knotted in the front. The taut rope held her bound wrists tightly against her bottom, and pressed firmly into her panties as it rose to meet the waist rope in front. She screamed into her gag as in fear and surprise as she felt hands push her forward, falling face first onto a mattress.

She felt the hands holding and binding her ankles, then pushing her feet back toward her bottom. The hands rolled her onto her side, and then she squirmed as she felt the rope from her ankles pulled forward between her bound thighs and fastened to the waist rope in front. She protested angrily into her gag, tossing her head but then quickly becoming still as each movement pulled both crotch ropes tightly against the front of her panties. She felt the mattress shifting as the girls climbed onto the bed and passed her, again pulling in desperation at the ropes which held her. Despite her situation, she felt herself becoming aroused as she felt how securely she had been tied. Her embarrassment and anxiety fueled her arousal, and felt her hips beginning to squirm as she pressed against her crotch ropes. She gave another muted cry into her gag as she felt the warmth of another body pressed against hers, and then felt more hands working at the front of her crotch rope. She blinked in sudden surprise as her blindfold was removed, only half-surprised to find Teresa's wide eyes staring into hers from several inches away. Teresa's eyes were wild over her tape gag, and she moaned and shook her head as she looked over Debbie's shoulder. Debbie felt ropes being pushed underneath her, and then felt herself pressed forward as Holly and Angela pulled the ropes snug, with the bound women's breasts pressing firmly together as the ropes tightened around their torsos, holding them together. Debbie squirmed, and realized her crotch ropes had been fastened securely to the front of Teresa's crotch rope, causing any squirming by either woman to cause a delicious pressure and friction against their silk panties. She moaned into her ballgag, thinking about how only 15 minutes before, she had been anticipating teasing her bound friend and neighbor for a long delightful evening, and now she found herself and her friend the increasingly aroused and totally helpless captives of two relatively unpredictable young women.

Debbie found herself struggling not to squirm visibly, instead tugging imperceptively at her crotch rope with her bound ankles, although she saw Teresa shift her eyes to look at Debbie and make a questioning moan. The brunette realized that every tug on her own crotch rope was transferred instantly to Teresa's, arousing both women simultaneously. She looked over her shoulder at the two teenagers, who were standing and looking with interest on their two adult captives. Both women moaned, causing Angela to smile.

"Don't act so distressed. We know both of you like to play games where you're tied up and helpless, we've just made things a little less predictable. Don't worry, you'll have a really interesting time." She laughed.

Holly added, "Don't worry, ladies, we won't let you suffer for too long. After all," Holly looked at Angela and smiled wickedly, "we have to leave to go back to college on Sunday night. I'm sure we can come up with some way for all of us to pass the time for the next 48 hours, like playing Cowboys and Indians. I'm sure we can make excuses for you both until then, and leave you a knife or something to get loose after we leave. Until then, will see how creative we can be with our poor little cowgirls." Both girls laughed, then turned and walked to the door.

The women turned their heads and looked at one another, both aware of the heat of their bodies pressed together, as well as the insistent tug of their crotch ropes. Their helplessness and the intensity of their position quickly fueled their arousal, and the embarrassment was not enough to prevent them from gradually squirming against one another with increasing insistence, moaning together as the ropes and their helplessness raised them to increasing heights. Outside the bedroom, toward the crouching girls smothered laughter as they heard muffled screams as first one and then the other of their helpless captives exploded in climax, knowing the rest of an extremely interesting weekend still lay ahead.

Holly's eyes met Angela's. "Want to make sure we don't get in trouble, and even get to play again when we want?"

The blonde's eyes brightened. "How in the world can we do that?"

"Come on," her brunette friend smiled. "Let's go get some blindfolds and the video camera." Laughing softly in anticipation, the two girls crept softly down the stairs.

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