"Damn, that's a lot of straps." Anita wanted to sound cool, but the slight tremble in her voice betrayed her.
"Getting second thoughts?" Carla was right behind her, hugging Anita tightly. Maybe she was just trying to comfort her. Or she making sure Anita didn't run away.
In all honesty, Anita was getting second thoughts. She'd been so cocky when they'd read the ad: "One night in the de-luxe bondage suite, all-inclusive, guarantied more pleasure than you could ever imagine or your money back." She'd joked that it'd be an easy free night, since she could imagine quite a lot of pleasure.
Now that they were here, she wasn't so sure about herself anymore. Imagining crazy pleasures was one thing, actually living them was something else entirely. These straps looked heavy. They were clearly made not to bulk even if someone much stronger than Anita strained against them with all their might.
"We don't have to do it if you're afraid. If we leave now, we'll still get most of our money back."
Anita turned around in her girlfriend's arms so they stood face to face. "No. Let's do this."
She cringed at how unconvincing these words sounded even to herself. Carla's grin only confirmed that she was fooling no one here.
"Don't laugh at me."
"I'm not laughing. You're laughing."
Anita snorted. There wasn't even anything funny going on, but being this close to her grinning girlfriend in a room full of ominous bondage equipment made her lightheaded. "I hate you."
"No you don't." Carla pulled her in for a kiss. "Seriously, though, you're sure you want this?"
"I'm sure."
"I love you."
"Love you too."
This time it was Anita who initiated the kiss. She knew Carla wouldn't mind if she backed out now, no matter how much time and money they'd poured into this event already. She might tease her about it later, though, and rightfully so. But all jitters and second thoughts aside, Anita had no doubt that she wanted to do this. Had wanted it ever since she'd heard Mel gushing about her own stay here with her boyfriend. The way she'd talked about it, it sounded like Holy Mary herself had descended from the Heavens to bless her with pleasures unknown to mankind. Now, sure, Mel liked to over-dramatize, but still, she wouldn't have sung the place such high praises if there was nothing to it. And also: If Mel could handle it, there was no way Anita couldn't. There was just that little voice in her head which whispered that maybe Mel's boyfriend didn't have Carla's mischievous streak.
"I want to see if that stuff lives up to the hype."
Anita slipped out of Carla's arms and took a closer look at the bottle that was standing innocently on a little table next to the bondage bench. It wasn't labeled and from the outside the contents looked like any other clear liquid. According to the ads -- and backed up by Mel's testimony -- this was what made the magic happen. Allegedly it was massaging oil laced with a drug which greatly increased the sensitivity of every nerve receptor it touched for a few hours.
Anita reached for the bottle, but Clara was quicker to grab it. "Nope, that's my toy. Just like you are."
"Just wanted to take a look to prepare myself."
"If you want to prepare yourself, lose your clothes and lie down there. You'll get to know this stuff soon enough."
Anita's heart thumped as she slipped out of her shirt and pants. She loved it when Carla played the cold domme.
"You're not going to stay dressed yourself, are you? I want something to look at, too."
"I guess I can do you that little favor. But you better be in position before I'm done undressing."
Anita giggled as she lost her last layer of clothing. When she sat down on the bench, the giggle turned into a small shriek. After the comfortably warm air of the room, the leather felt like it came right out of the freezer.
"Is there a problem?" Carla grinned smugly as she took off her shirt. Her disdain for bras gave her an edge in the undressing race.
"You wish." Anita clenched her teeth and flung herself onto her back. She clutched at the edges of the bench to stop herself from shivering. At least the leather warmed surprisingly quickly under her skin.
"Seems I've got to tug you in quickly before you get too excited for your own good."
Anita could've protested that her nipples only stood to attention because of the cold, but who was she trying to fool here? How could she not get horny, lying there all helpless with her sexy naked girlfriend leaning over her and guiding her arms into the unyielding leather straps. The locking mechanisms were well enough designed that despite their number, it took surprisingly little time to fixate all four of Anita's limbs.
"You know," Carla said as she gleefully took in Anita's outstretched body "You're in the perfect position for tickles."
"Don't you dare!"
Carla kept that smug grin on her lips and for a moment Anita feared that she might actually be serious. Her safe word was halfway to her tongue when Carla giggled. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna abuse my power. At least..." She bent down for a quick kiss. "... not in that way."
Anita tried to reciprocate, but Carla had already retreated her lips and in her current state, Anita couldn't even properly lift her head. "These straps are crazy," she said, trying them out more. "I barely feel them when I lie still, but they don't let me move. Like, at all."
Over the past year, bondage had become a constant companion in their bedroom. But no matter if it was silk scarfs, ropes or handcuffs, they always had some play in them. They restricted movement, but didn't prevent it. These cuffs where thick enough to enclose large parts of her limbs and so tight that are was no wriggle room left at all. Anita realized that this would prevent her from rubbing herself raw if she trashed against her bonds. This thought wasn't as comforting as it could've been.
"They're so pretty on you." Carla's hand idly caressed the leather as she spoke. "And so secure. I can do whatever I want to do and you can't protect yourself at -- all." With the last word she flicked her girlfriend's nipple.
Anita gasped. Being bound and helpless always heightened her senses. Not being able to wriggle away even a little made her mind hyperfocus on every touch.
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Carla grabbed the bottle and poured some of the lotion onto Anita's chest, making her shriek once again.
"Fuck, that stuff is cold!"
Carla chuckled as she poured more and generously spread it over Anita's entire chest area. "Guess that's your problem."
Anita quickly caught her breath again. Like the leather, the lotion didn't take long to warm to body temperature. And Carla's hand felt so good as it glided over her breasts, making sure they got evenly soaked. Anita closed her eyes and let herself fall into the massage.
"How does it feel?" Carla asked after she'd stopped far too quickly for Anita's tastes.
"It was nice. Don't feel anything special now, though. Just... Woah!"
"What is it?"
Anita could've describe it as a subtle tingle that grew in intensity, but that wouldn't have even begun to do the experience justice. It felt as if all the sensations from her whole body faded away, only to refocus in her chest. She was used to her nipples hardening, but she'd never sensed their firmness this intently. They were throbbing with her heartbeat. Her breasts sizzled with what she could only describe as the shadow of voltage, as if every nerve was coiling up and ready to unload.
"Hard to describe. Try touching me."
Carla traced a finger along the side of her girlfriend's breast. What wouldn't have been a noteworthy touch otherwise was enough to make Anita let out a sigh of pure bliss.
"Wow. This good?"
"It's interesting," Anita conceded, embarrassed that she'd gotten so vocal over nothing. "Try it again."
Even though she was ready for it this time, Anita couldn't stop herself from moaning unabashedly when Carla cupped both her breasts with her hands. She didn't even apply much pressure, but just the weight of her palms, the slightest twitches of her fingers felt like the most passionate groping to Anita's overexcited chest. Then Carla trapped Anita's nipples between her fingers and it was all over.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuuuu~"
Carla immediately let go. "Everything okay?"
Anita tried to get her ragged breathing under control. "I... think so..."
Up to this moment she'd filed the stories of women who could orgasm just from their nipples as urban legends. After this experience it seemed a lot more plausible. She didn't even know if it had been pleasurable or painful. All she knew was that the moment Carla had touched her nipples, her brain had completely shut down and there'd been nothing but this overwhelming... rush. She'd felt something similar before, once, when they'd tried one of her nipple clamps on her clit. They'd canceled that experiment real quick for fear of doing some lasting damage, but a small, crazy part of Anita still got the tingles thinking back to that day.
"You've got no idea how sensitive they are."
"It sounded intense. Is it too much?"
