Girl friends
When my girlfriends discovered that I liked being bound and gagged, they planne to spend a fun night with me. Then, when I returned from my practice as a cheerleader, they dominated me by tying and gagged me firmly. Now they are taking pictures of me and joking about what to do with me.
"What's the plan for tonight, girls?" I asked, tossing my cheer bag onto the living room couch.
"Surprise," Rachel giggled, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
"Yeah, you're gonna love it," Becky added, her voice a seductive purr.
I looked around at my three best friends, Rachel, Becky, and Jen, feeling a peculiar mix of excitement and curiosity. We had known each other since high school, and our weekly get-togethers were usually filled with Netflix, junk food, and gossip. But tonight was different. Their glances held secrets, and the way they were smiling made me think they were up to something.
"Come here," Rachel beckoned, holding out a length of soft, silky rope. "Let's put you more... comfortable."
I hesitated a little trying to know what was happening, but something about Rachel's tone made me trust them, and I took a step closer. Becky and Jen flanked me, and before I could protest, they had grabbed my wrists and secured them tightly behind my back with the rope. It was surprisingly snug, and the feeling of my own helplessness sent a strange thrill through my body.
"Wow, you guys are really into this," I said, trying to keep my voice light as Rachel looped another rope around my cheast and tied a knot that I knew I wouldn't be able to untie.
They giggled in response, and Becky reached into her pocket to pull out a pair worn panties. "Open up," Becky ordered, a playful smirk on her lips.
"Oh no, what's this?" I pretended to protest, but the anticipation was thick in the air as Becky approached with the panties. Jen took my chin and turned my face towards her, gently pushing the fabric into my mouth. The salty taste of Becky's panties filled my mouth as she secured them with a piece of white duct tape, making sure it was snug against my cheeks.
My eyes widened slightly as the tape made a sticky sound against my skin, but I bit down on the fabric to muffle any noises of surprise. Rachel's nimble fingers continued to work their magic, looping the rope around my knees and ankles. The rope was tight enough that it pinched my skin slightly, but not so much that it hurt. It was the perfect balance between comfort and restraint.
Jen stepped back to admire their handiwork, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You look so hot like this," she said, her voice filled with admiration. Rachel and Becky nodded in agreement, their eyes roving over my bound form with hungry gazes.
Their compliments only served to amplify the thrill coursing through me. I felt vulnerable and exposed in the best way possible, like a prize they had all won together. My heart raced in my chest as they took turns snapping photos with their phones, capturing my predicament from every angle. The flashes illuminated the room, casting shadows on their faces that made their expressions look almost sinister.
Rachel leaned down, her breath hot on my ear. "Now that we have you all tied up, what should we do with you?" she whispered, a hint of a challenge in her tone.
"Surprise," Rachel giggled, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
"Yeah, you're gonna love it," Becky added, her voice a seductive purr.
I looked around at my three best friends, Rachel, Becky, and Jen, feeling a peculiar mix of excitement and curiosity. We had known each other since high school, and our weekly get-togethers were usually filled with Netflix, junk food, and gossip. But tonight was different. Their glances held secrets, and the way they were smiling made me think they were up to something.
"Come here," Rachel beckoned, holding out a length of soft, silky rope. "Let's put you more... comfortable."
I hesitated a little trying to know what was happening, but something about Rachel's tone made me trust them, and I took a step closer. Becky and Jen flanked me, and before I could protest, they had grabbed my wrists and secured them tightly behind my back with the rope. It was surprisingly snug, and the feeling of my own helplessness sent a strange thrill through my body.
"Wow, you guys are really into this," I said, trying to keep my voice light as Rachel looped another rope around my cheast and tied a knot that I knew I wouldn't be able to untie.
They giggled in response, and Becky reached into her pocket to pull out a pair worn panties. "Open up," Becky ordered, a playful smirk on her lips.
"Oh no, what's this?" I pretended to protest, but the anticipation was thick in the air as Becky approached with the panties. Jen took my chin and turned my face towards her, gently pushing the fabric into my mouth. The salty taste of Becky's panties filled my mouth as she secured them with a piece of white duct tape, making sure it was snug against my cheeks.
My eyes widened slightly as the tape made a sticky sound against my skin, but I bit down on the fabric to muffle any noises of surprise. Rachel's nimble fingers continued to work their magic, looping the rope around my knees and ankles. The rope was tight enough that it pinched my skin slightly, but not so much that it hurt. It was the perfect balance between comfort and restraint.
Jen stepped back to admire their handiwork, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You look so hot like this," she said, her voice filled with admiration. Rachel and Becky nodded in agreement, their eyes roving over my bound form with hungry gazes.
Their compliments only served to amplify the thrill coursing through me. I felt vulnerable and exposed in the best way possible, like a prize they had all won together. My heart raced in my chest as they took turns snapping photos with their phones, capturing my predicament from every angle. The flashes illuminated the room, casting shadows on their faces that made their expressions look almost sinister.
Rachel leaned down, her breath hot on my ear. "Now that we have you all tied up, what should we do with you?" she whispered, a hint of a challenge in her tone.
