janeyruth
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Saturday morning 10am
You tug hard against the knotted ropes holding your wrists. With your ankles securely tied, you try to bend your head to see the knots clearly, but it's really difficult in this position.
Vicky tied spreadeagle
It's not the first time someone tied you up, but before it was always just a game, nothing more. Certainly nothing like what happened with Anne last weekend. But then last weekend was different. Something had snapped inside your brain. It was as if a spell had been cast, drawing you, like iron filings to a magnet, to Anne’s lovely form lying there roped to the bed squirming and helpless. And with her flashing that bratty grin of hers, driving you half-mad. Hopelessly smitten, you heard yourself blubbering crazy romantic things to her. She responded by becoming very nervous. You tried to laugh it off and say it was all just a big joke as you hurriedly untied her. But during the week, she was aloof. She kept reminding you she wasn't "really" a lesbian. She said this was not love, but a game, a kinky game. She made you agree to let her tie you. You had to promise. Otherwise, she said she'd move out.
And it was all going swimmingly this morning until she had you secured on the table. Then an evil little smirk crossed her lips. A look you had never seen on her before. And, now, unless you got loose, she's obviously got a nasty treat planned. You think to yourself, "She's going to rub it in. She knows I can't pay the rent alone. And she knows I'm in love with her. She's going show she can use me."
You struggle. If you can just free yourself. If you can just...
"Well, Vicky, I guess we know who's 'boss' around here now!" The damn little minx! She's smiling down at you now, her green eyes hinting at all sorts of mischief. She gives a toss of her head, the waist-length curtain of auburn hair swinging as she turns to pick up your discarded blouse and skirt.
She sees your fingers wriggling in the bonds, and playfully slaps at them. "Stop that! You're going to stay right where I put you." For the time being, you obey. But you watch for your chance...
"Now, let's see..." You gasp involuntarily into your gag as her hair washes over your naked belly and your exposed sex. "I seem to recall something you said about taking photos of me to show around the art department." Anne draws close, grinning into your face as you swear at her through the gag. "I suppose I could take a few pictures of you like this and show them around." She runs a finger around the gag creasing your cheek, as you shake your head furiously, "but, you know what...I've got a better idea." She bounces up, and heads for the kitchen.
Now! Now's your chance. Your muscles strain as you try to get enough slack to allow your fingers to get to the knots. You hear Anne's voice from the kitchen, but pay no attention to that--it doesn't matter what she's up to, if you can just get...
"Naughty, naughty!" the grinning harpy is back, standing in the doorway with the phone in her hand. Damn. You're not even close to working yourself free. She sets the phone down, and merrily checks your bonds, tightening them. Oh God! Now it'll take longer. If she'd just take her eyes off you for a few—
What's that? You hear a thumping, and realize that it's someone knocking on the door. Oh God! It would be embarrassing for anyone to see this. She'll have to untie me now. But when you look at her face, she doesn't seem worried; if anything, her grin has gotten bigger.
"Well, what do you know?" she giggles, "We've got company." Oh, for God's sake! The silly bitch has invited someone in to see your predicament. She goes out of the room, her little breasts bouncing under the loosely-fitting blouse. "I guess I'll just go see who that is," she giggles, her bare feet pattering across the floor.
The sound of the door opening, and the sound of Anne greeting someone, but you're not paying attention: at this point, getting free is the only thing on your mind. To be displayed like this in front of anyone else would be too humiliating for words! Perspiration makes your fingers slippery, and damn, you realize there's simply not enough time.
"Here she is," Anne's voice is annoyingly perky. "Guess she's kind of tied up right now. Aren't you, Vicky?" Anne dissolves into a fit of giggles, but you scarcely notice; all your attention is fixed on the figure you see behind her, towering over her, looking down at you.
https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e8tUs1gWYwE/U4Oh2Xc78nI/AAAAAAAAHqo/NAZCj8Q3wE4/w202-h386-no/tumblr_lvaefoqsCK1qghznao1_500.jpg
Denise! ----Oh, God, Anne, you stupid little goose!----you want to shriek at her----How could you be so... so... well, STUPID?----Even if you weren't gagged, words would fail you at this point. Of all the people Anne could have called, out of the dozens of names in your little black book, she chose to call Denise! Crazy "Out of Control" Denise! Why? Why? Why?
Vicky
Age 22
5' 4"
135 lbs
36D 26 35
Art Major
Brown hair
Brown eyes
Anne
Age 22
5' 0"
101 lbs
34 22 34
Education Major
Auburn hair
Green eyes
Denise
Age 27
5' 11"
120 lbs
33 22 33
Graduate Assistant Philosophy Psychology
Black hair
Black eyes
Need two more ladies.....one to play Anne and one to play Denise..
You tug hard against the knotted ropes holding your wrists. With your ankles securely tied, you try to bend your head to see the knots clearly, but it's really difficult in this position.
Vicky tied spreadeagle
It's not the first time someone tied you up, but before it was always just a game, nothing more. Certainly nothing like what happened with Anne last weekend. But then last weekend was different. Something had snapped inside your brain. It was as if a spell had been cast, drawing you, like iron filings to a magnet, to Anne’s lovely form lying there roped to the bed squirming and helpless. And with her flashing that bratty grin of hers, driving you half-mad. Hopelessly smitten, you heard yourself blubbering crazy romantic things to her. She responded by becoming very nervous. You tried to laugh it off and say it was all just a big joke as you hurriedly untied her. But during the week, she was aloof. She kept reminding you she wasn't "really" a lesbian. She said this was not love, but a game, a kinky game. She made you agree to let her tie you. You had to promise. Otherwise, she said she'd move out.
And it was all going swimmingly this morning until she had you secured on the table. Then an evil little smirk crossed her lips. A look you had never seen on her before. And, now, unless you got loose, she's obviously got a nasty treat planned. You think to yourself, "She's going to rub it in. She knows I can't pay the rent alone. And she knows I'm in love with her. She's going show she can use me."
You struggle. If you can just free yourself. If you can just...
"Well, Vicky, I guess we know who's 'boss' around here now!" The damn little minx! She's smiling down at you now, her green eyes hinting at all sorts of mischief. She gives a toss of her head, the waist-length curtain of auburn hair swinging as she turns to pick up your discarded blouse and skirt.
She sees your fingers wriggling in the bonds, and playfully slaps at them. "Stop that! You're going to stay right where I put you." For the time being, you obey. But you watch for your chance...
"Now, let's see..." You gasp involuntarily into your gag as her hair washes over your naked belly and your exposed sex. "I seem to recall something you said about taking photos of me to show around the art department." Anne draws close, grinning into your face as you swear at her through the gag. "I suppose I could take a few pictures of you like this and show them around." She runs a finger around the gag creasing your cheek, as you shake your head furiously, "but, you know what...I've got a better idea." She bounces up, and heads for the kitchen.
Now! Now's your chance. Your muscles strain as you try to get enough slack to allow your fingers to get to the knots. You hear Anne's voice from the kitchen, but pay no attention to that--it doesn't matter what she's up to, if you can just get...
"Naughty, naughty!" the grinning harpy is back, standing in the doorway with the phone in her hand. Damn. You're not even close to working yourself free. She sets the phone down, and merrily checks your bonds, tightening them. Oh God! Now it'll take longer. If she'd just take her eyes off you for a few—
What's that? You hear a thumping, and realize that it's someone knocking on the door. Oh God! It would be embarrassing for anyone to see this. She'll have to untie me now. But when you look at her face, she doesn't seem worried; if anything, her grin has gotten bigger.
"Well, what do you know?" she giggles, "We've got company." Oh, for God's sake! The silly bitch has invited someone in to see your predicament. She goes out of the room, her little breasts bouncing under the loosely-fitting blouse. "I guess I'll just go see who that is," she giggles, her bare feet pattering across the floor.
The sound of the door opening, and the sound of Anne greeting someone, but you're not paying attention: at this point, getting free is the only thing on your mind. To be displayed like this in front of anyone else would be too humiliating for words! Perspiration makes your fingers slippery, and damn, you realize there's simply not enough time.
"Here she is," Anne's voice is annoyingly perky. "Guess she's kind of tied up right now. Aren't you, Vicky?" Anne dissolves into a fit of giggles, but you scarcely notice; all your attention is fixed on the figure you see behind her, towering over her, looking down at you.
https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e8tUs1gWYwE/U4Oh2Xc78nI/AAAAAAAAHqo/NAZCj8Q3wE4/w202-h386-no/tumblr_lvaefoqsCK1qghznao1_500.jpg
Denise! ----Oh, God, Anne, you stupid little goose!----you want to shriek at her----How could you be so... so... well, STUPID?----Even if you weren't gagged, words would fail you at this point. Of all the people Anne could have called, out of the dozens of names in your little black book, she chose to call Denise! Crazy "Out of Control" Denise! Why? Why? Why?
Vicky
Age 22
5' 4"
135 lbs
36D 26 35
Art Major
Brown hair
Brown eyes
Anne
Age 22
5' 0"
101 lbs
34 22 34
Education Major
Auburn hair
Green eyes
Denise
Age 27
5' 11"
120 lbs
33 22 33
Graduate Assistant Philosophy Psychology
Black hair
Black eyes
Need two more ladies.....one to play Anne and one to play Denise..
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