On the morning after Abigail's second encounter with Cliff (See Chapter 13), she slept for hours, completely exhausted. Emma left her alone, knowing she would be completely whacked, partly because of her own deviousness. When Abigail did finally emerge wrapped in a bathrobe, she quietly knocked on Emma's door.
Emma pulled her inside over to the bed and closed the door, wanting to know all the details. But first, Abigail had a problem.
"Er, can you help me with something first, Em?" she asked sheepishly.
"Yes of course Abby? What is it?" Emma replied concerned.
"Well you know that thing you put in my bottom?" Emma nodded, grinning a little. Abigail frowned at her "Well I can't get it out! Can you help me, please?"
Emma burst out laughing and then proceeded to roll Abigail onto her front. She ignominiously flipped her robe off her bottom and wormed the butt plug out of Abigail's tight rear passage.
Once the ice was broken by that embarrassing act (as far as Abigail was concerned), Emma made her dish the dirt and explain what all the noise was last night. Abigail didn't want to tell her all the details, but certainly got across that it had been a mind-blowingly amazing experience.
Then Abigail started complaining that Cliff had not texted or rung her, and she still didn't have his number. Emma suggested that he was probably also flaked out from last night or was possibly giving her some space. In any case, Emma didn't volunteer to give her Cliff's number herself.
Once Abigail had showered and was feeling more human, she continued to whine that Cliff had not contacted her and complained to Emma who still refused to enlighten her cousin with contact details. Abigail thought she was being mean, but Emma told her it was for her own good; it would be better if Emma acted as the go between. Abigail couldn't see it and continued to grumble about it.
Meanwhile Cliff had been worrying why Abigail had not contacted him, despite him leaving his number, and concerned he had upset her, starting sending texts to Emma for re-assurance. Emma palmed him off suggesting Abigail liked him very much but wasn't quite ready to talk directly, and suggesting that Emma could broker another contrived "meeting".
Cliff wanted to meet Abigail for a normal date, but was always going to agree to meet her on whatever terms Emma dictated, believing (wrongly) it was what Abigail herself wanted. So Emma got Cliff to again go along with her next plan.
Convincing Abigail was a little harder. Eventually, using the same argument in both directions, Emma suggested that Cliff only wanted to meet Abigail via herself setting it up, and Abigail reluctantly (and again, wrongly) agreed that it seemed the only way Cliff would agree to see her again.
Not that she was complaining about their resulting encounters. In her short but intense sexual experience, she'd never cum so hard, and was definitely addicted to him.
This time though, Abigail was insistent that Emma wasn't in the house again, not wanting the thought of her listening in. Emma agreed, but not before she had made her own plans to enjoy their encounter in some way. Unknown the Abigail, Emma had set up several discrete cams which would record the sights and sound of the meeting, so Emma could enjoy it herself at a later date.
She knew setting up the cams in Abigail's room would be risky, so with the pretence of having the larger bed, persuaded Abigail that they should prepare in Emma's own room, just like the first time. This gave Emma plenty of opportunity beforehand to conceal the two cams so that neither Abigail nor Cliff would be aware of them.
It also gave her the time to secure some "fixtures" to her own bed, to use on her cousin.
They agree a date, and some pre-prepared ground rules, such as a safe word, and also a safe action in the event of Abigail not being able to speak. "SOS" was the safe word and if she couldn't speak, she was to tap, moan or squeak the equivalent in Morse code: dot-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot.
Everyone was confident in both Abigail's ability to remember and articulate this signal in some form or another, and also that Cliff would look out for it and recognise it when the time came. He was to immediately stop whatever he was doing and remove any gag that she was wearing so the communication of the problem could be gained.
The arrangement was that on another night when Emma's parents would be out playing bridge, Emma would "prepare" Abigail and would then leave to stay the night with her boyfriend, having left a key under a certain potted plant in the porch. She would then text Cliff to tell him things were all set, and Cliff would retrieve the key, let himself in, and proceed to "rescue" Abigail like before. Meanwhile, Emma would be secretly filming the encounter.
Nothing could go wrong.
Or could it?
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So a week later, after Abigail had showered and dried herself, Emma picked out a black underwired lacy babydoll for her to wear. The lace push-up cups lifted Abigail's wonderful 34D breasts and gave her a spectacular cleavage. The skirt part of the babydoll was very sheer and ended with a lace trimmed hem, just too short to be respectable. Flimsy black lace matching thong panties completed the outfit.
As before, Emma brushed Abigail's wavy hair, making it cascade softly over her shoulders, before touching up her make-up. Emma stood back to survey the effect. Abigail looked stunningly attractive. Emma wondered if she would get the chance to sample the goods herself, and then remembered that of course she would, once Abigail was tied up and powerless to resist.
Once Emma's parents were confirmed gone for the evening, Emma led Abigail through to her own room, where she had placed 3 large pillows right in the centre of the bed.
Whilst Abigail was looking at the pillows, wondering what was planned, Emma held up a strange object. It looked like a string of spheres on increasing diameter stuck together with a handle, like some kind of suggestive lollipop (popsicle). As Abigail's eyebrows raised in scepticism, Emma simply said "bend over".
Abigail obediently bent over the back of Emma's dressing table chair as Emma bent down behind her, flipped the babydoll up and tugged the narrow thong aside. After lubricating the butt plug in her mouth, Emma pressed it against Abigail's anus. The younger girl tensed as Emma wormed it home, pushing it into the tight hole and drawing a gasp in response, until all except the flat base had disappeared inside.
Emma replaced the thong and then produced a wide leather belt with loops and straps and three large buckles. It was made from soft black leather, but looked very strong. Emma instructed Abigail to stand up straight and raise her arms in the air so that she could fit it around her narrow waist over the skirt of the babydoll.
"What's this thing for?" asked Abigail.
"So that I can hold you down, nice and still, of course" giggled Emma back.
"But why do you have to tie me up all the time?" Abigail enquired.
"Because you fucking love it, you tart!" grinned Emma. "You know you do, don't you?" Abigail had to agree as Emma spelt it out. "You love the feeling of helplessness, of being tied tight, of constriction, of loss of control. It makes you horny doesn't it?" Abigail could feel a gush of wetness inside as Emma continued to paint an erotic picture.
"And you absolutely love it when someone takes advantage, to arouse you, to tease you in your helplessness." Then Emma whispered in her ear as she cinched the straps tight "and to fuck you hard!" Abigail's legs went weak at this remark, as she recalled her last encounters with Cliff.
Once the belt was cinched really tight using the multiple strong buckles, Emma checked that it was comfortable on her, before telling Abigail to lie on her back over the pillows.
"Scoot your fine arse up over the pile, so that your back is arched and your boobs are the highest point" Emma instructed. "That's it. Now it looks like you would be offering your puppies to anyone who came close. Which, you kind of are!"
Abigail felt a little exposed lying back over the pillows which did not support her head, rather the middle of her torso, and as Emma had pointed out, thrusting her magnificent breasts upward towards the ceiling, aided by the push-up bra of the babydoll. Her head was tilted back slightly so that she couldn't see down past her own bust.
Abigail lay with her hands to the sides of her head while Emma fiddled at the side of the bed before pulling up a heavy leather strap that she had previously secured under the bed frame. It looped into the side of the soft leather belt and back towards the edge of the bed where it was secured with a large buckle.
Emma grinned down at her younger cousin as she came around to the other side to repeat with another strap and buckle. Once the second strap was in place, she tightened it fully, and Abigail could feel her waist being held firmly down onto the pile of pillows. She couldn't wriggle her hips and she certainly wouldn't be able to roll over.
Next Emma went to work on her legs. She looped soft leather straps tightly around each naked ankle and tugged them tightly towards the bottom corners of the bed, spreading Abigail's feet widely apart. There, they were buckled to a strap that Emma had previously secured to the bed leg. When she had tightened the buckle, Abigail could feel her legs stretched out to the corners, and she felt cool air draft between her thighs.
"You OK so far Abby?" asked Emma, ensuring she was comfortable. Abigail nodded, and so Emma continued. She wrapped a soft leather strap around each of Abigail's slender wrists, ensuring it cinched tight, before pulling it to the top corners of Emma's large bed. Again, these slipped into previously fixed leather straps with strong buckles, holding her arms up and outstretched.
While Emma set about tightening the wrist straps, Abigail wondered where she had got all this leather gear. Once satisfied with the straps at the top, Emma went all the way around, ensuring all six strong leather straps were not only secure, but as tight as possible, without hurting the bound beauty spread out on her bed.
