Not a Relaxing Weeend

Miranda led her captive into the room, guiding her to stand near the sofa she had moved under the mezzanine. She began to slowly untangle the rope from the collar, releasing Emily's hands from being folded over her head.

"Don't try anything, Em." she threatened, getting a positive nod and a whimper in response.

Unlocking the padlock holding her captive's hands together, Miranda quickly forced them behind her back, immediately locking them together again. A weak moan of complaint came from the bound girl, her muscles probably sore from being held up so long. The blonde, knowing full well it wasn't about to get easier for the other, softly massaged her teammate's upper arms, from the elbow to the shoulder, coaxing blood to flow normally and the muscles to relax. Receiving an appreciative jumble of vowels, she continued with her plan, unlocking the athletic girls leg cuffs, then pulling the butterfly vibe down. Emily let out a nearly inaudible squeak of disappointment, prompting Miranda to tap her buttocks softly.

"Don't worry, I'll find another way to help you out." she said in a teasing tone.

Picking up the spreader bar she had found upstairs, the blonde set about strapping Emily's ankles into the attached cuffs, forcing her to spread her legs a bit wider than shoulder length. The bound girl struggled a bit, but managed to keep her balance as gracefully as possible, albeit with a few minor complaints. Her plan nearly complete, Miranda took a stand on the couch, reaching for the rope she had bound to the handrail of the mezzanine. She made a grab for her victim's bound hands, struggling for a bit with the awkward position, but finally managed to loop the rope through the padlock. Binding it fast and away from prying fingers, the bully adjusted her knots, slowly but surely forcing Emily to bend over in a strappado position. For her part, the auburn beauty moaned in surprise as she felt her hands rising up higher and higher behind her, leaning forward and allowing her breasts to wobble freely beneath her, the clamps pulling lightly on her nipples.

Utterly pleased, Miranda seated herself on the couch, finding the rump of the bound girl to be just a tad bit higher than she expected. Letting out a sigh that tickled the glistening folds of the other, causing her to moan in unrestrained anticipation, the blonde placed a large couch pillow under her own behind. Finally on level eyesight with her target, she noticed the small string that spilled out of Emily's petals. Hooking a finger through it, she pulled lightly and the egg vibe slid out effortlessly, with a small torrent of liquid excitement escaping behind it, causing its previous holder to squirm in her bonds. Miranda gasped in surprise as garbled words of embarrassment came from the athletic girl.

"Well, someone's excited." Miranda laughed softly. "You want me to take care of it?"

"....mmhhmm..." came the reluctant response.

Miranda contemplated for a long moment on what to do...

-Option B: Tease Emily some more, just to show her who the boss is.

Having reached her decision, the blonde girl reached out with the tips of her fingers to the other's cleanly shaven lower lips, running her finely trimmed nails against them, causing the naked girl to squirm in her bonds and moan behind her gag. Ever so slowly, she inched upwards, keeping her fingers parallel to the moist slit between them, sending spikes of nearly electric energy up the other's spine. Miranda had no experience with vaginas save for her own, but she was willing to bet that any sustained movement or caress now would cause her perverted plaything to go wild. Emily's sensitive little nub already protruded far beyond its protective hood, standing at attention and waiting. Just her breath was enough to have it and its owner wriggling, let alone touch. But Miranda always kept her fingers just a couple centimeters away, enough to be tantalizingly sending slight ripples of movement to it, but never enough to provide proper stimulation.

After a while, the blonde began caressing with the tips of her fingers, drawing soft patterns around the whole sensitive area, occasionally picking up some of the natural lubrication Emily provided, gliding easily around her target. She closed in on the sensitive little bell at the end of every random pattern, yet always skipped over it, allowing only the shadow of a touch to pass by, earning a lot of frustrated mewls and slight movements for her efforts. When all of the sensitive surroundings were covered with a slick sheen of humidity, she would let out a breath over them and delight in the goose bumps that formed all over. With deliberately slow movements, she would then slowly spread the warm liquid again, making sure to 'accidentally' touch the sides of her fingers on the engorged nub, before pulling away, acting as if it didn't exist at all.

Emily moaned in frustration, realizing belatedly that she would in fact not be granted a quick release as she had expected. Miranda chuckled softly as she continued her ministrations. She alternated between softly scratching, running her fingers or her knuckles and blowing cool air all over the sides of her teammate's lower lips, while her other hand had taken to absentmindedly caressing Emily's inner thigh. The whole situation and the intense sexual energy in the air had driven both of them much closer in this weird, unbelievable scenario than they would have ever been otherwise. Miranda didn't even think twice about touching anymore, while the other girl leaned into every touch, every caress, moaning and squirming. Though in her case, it could have been the constant denial shredding her ability to make conscious decisions.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Em." Miranda teased, "I said I'll find another way to help you with denying yourself. You might get to cum, but I'm not sure I want you to. Not yet anyway."

A high pitched whine escaped the athletic girl's lips as she rocked her raised up bottom back and forth. The rope holding her hands bound creaked as she added pressure to it while lifting herself up on her toes. Miranda pulled her hands back, giggling at the bizarre attempt to... convince her, she supposed. The lack of touch caused Emily to whine more and rock harder, prompting the blonde to harshly land an open palm against the other's pert buttock, eliciting a yelp and very satisfying, meaty slap. The act seemed to stun the bound girl for a moment, and Miranda took the chance to repeat it on the other buttock too. Again. And again. And again. Alternating between the cheeks, she delivered slap after slap, utterly thrilled by the mix of yelps, whines and sounds of flesh impacting on flesh. She felt her own folds growing moist once more, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought about getting a towel or something beneath her, so as to hide any incidental evidence that might just occur.

"If you don't play nice, I'm going to slap your ass until it's as sensitive as your clit, you hear?" She said, her authoritative tone quieting the other girl down quickly.

Despite the spanking, Miranda noted that her plaything's own petals had not grown less wet in the slightest. Quite the opposite, it seemed as if the pain had added rather than taken. She sighed in delight, running her slightly stinging palms over the reddened flesh of Emily's rump, taking the occasional chance to squeeze softly. She had often taken long looks at Asht- Emily during their practice, and especially during the showers. To be finally able to touch unhindered, while holding all the cards... One hand slipped down between her own thighs, fingers seeking out her little bud. It was already twitching, drenched in her own humidity and ready for another round. The blonde spent a second contemplating the unfairness of giving herself yet another release, while keeping her teammate's one away. But only a second; as soon as Emily leaned into the caress again, Miranda threw her apprehension to the wind.

Catching her nub between two fingers, she began to slowly rub it in a circular motion, while her other hand slipped between the other's loins. Her knuckles ran against the very moist petals, dragging a thumb behind. She slowly, carefully dragged every knuckle over the quivering little bell, eliciting a deep moan out of the bound girl with every one. Once her thumb ran past, Emily's breath hitched as her knees went weak, and she almost tumbled off balance. Miranda grinned at the adverse reaction, before her lips became a straight line of focus, as she rubbed her own nub softly, the feelings she was coaxing out of it sending small jolts of pleasure all over her body. Her breath quickened, as the athletic girl found her footing, standing still in her bondage, awaiting further touch. She didn't even breathe, all of her body nearly frozen with the expectation. When none came, she let out a small, questioning whine, trying futilely to look back towards her captor.

"You should... wait... your turn..." Miranda whispered in between needy gasps, her fingers having sped up, driving her ever closer.

Emily flushed even redder as she realized what was going on behind her, but still decided to wiggle her butt enticingly in the air, hoping it would garner some attention. The blonde, smiling at the cheekiness of the move, decided to give the bound girl another swat on the backside, before reaching between her legs, pinching the overstimulated nub between two fingers, though more aggressively than she did her own. It was Emily's turn to let out a needy gasp, as a shiver was sent across her back, yet she kept rocking side to side, not having been thwarted by the aggressiveness at all, trying to find any kind of friction from the fingers holding her. For her part, the bully started to softly tweak her fingers while holding them in place, giving just a little bit more stimulation to her teammate. Funny, she thought, for once they were actually working together on a common goal. Suck on that, coach.

Both girls now edging ever closer, the whole living room filled up with the sounds and smells of intense sexual activity. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the blonde thought to open a window later, lest the smell linger. But then again, they were far from done for the night. Her smug thoughts were cut off by the inadvertent arc of the wave she was building up to, her mouth forming into an O as her breath quickened even more, her moans escaping freely now that she needn't hide them anymore. Emily's own movements had grown in intensity and apparent frustration, pulling and grinding her nub into Miranda's fingers with all her might and all the freedom her bonds allowed. She was getting close too, though not nearly as fast as the blonde. Finally, the cup spilled over, and a long, drawn out moan escaped the bully, turning into a continuous, breathless grunt as the surprisingly strong climax hit her like speeding car. To Emily's immense disappointment and intensely vocal frustration, the blonde let go, as her whole body rocked in pleasure, her fists clenching in the air from the electric feeling. She had somehow summoned the will to let go, before she'd pinch the other too hard and potentially hurt her. Wave after wave hit her, as a large stream of wetness pooled between her legs, staining the pillow through, but she cared not at the moment.

After the biggest waves had subsided, Miranda slumped back on the couch, slipping to her side, left breathless from the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. As if from far away, she could hear the begging, pleading and more than slightly angry mewls and garbled words her plaything was sending her direction, but she simply couldn't respond. Her body had temporarily shut down, her nerves paralyzed from the immense workout they'd just received. After a few more moments of heavy breathing, the blonde finally found she'd gathered enough oxygen in her lungs to try and speak up.

"Give... give me a second... That was... Wow...!" She half-whispered, half sighed, still finding it hard to breathe properly.

Trying to collect her thoughts, the bully found enough strength to slide off the couch, landing her rump on the hardwood floor with a thwack, then leaning her back and arms against the seat. Perspiration had begun soaking through her t-shirt, so she took the liberty of removing it, tossing it away along with her bra. Gathering her strength, she slumped forward, crawling on all fours towards her teammate's front, reaching up to remove her gag. She missed the first time, almost falling on her face, Emily not helping as she was moving around, trying to figure out what was going on. On her second attempt, she merely grazed the auburn beauty's upper cheek, prompting her to squeal in surprise and pull back. With a groan that froze the bound girl, Miranda finally arched up, hooking a finger through the strap and pulling it free. She landed on a wobbly elbow, losing her balance and rolling onto her back, accidentally kicking the coffee table aside. Something rolled and bounced off the floor, but neither girl gave it too much attention.

"Wha-what's happening...?" Inquired Emily, her voice painted with confusion.

"Haah... sorry, I had... a wayyy too... powerful orgasm right now." Came the response from the out of breath blonde.

"Auw... What about... What about me? Don't I, you know, get one? I... I was good, no? And also, why are you on the floor?"

"Sure... I owe you that much. Just... Just give me a minute." Miranda sighed, as aftershocks of pleasure still rocked her body.

"Oh, um, okay." Said the bound girl, wriggling softly in her bondage.

Miranda draped an arm over her lower chest, dropping the other above her head, relaxing her legs on the floor. She took in her plaything through half-shut eyelids and felt her heart skip a beat. It kept hitting her again and again how the girl above her was currently tied up and naked under her control. It was such an intoxicating feeling, that she slowly realized she'd have to reign herself in, or she'd work herself and Emily out before the day's end. That was the responsible thing to do after all, especially since she'd essentially taken her teammate's freedom away for the weekend. She'd have to be careful to not hurt her, or exhaust her. And yet, all the thoughts about measure and control couldn't quell the need she felt between her legs, among other places. She gazed up at those puffed out lips, and wondered what they'd feel like on her own. Or even better... She drew in a deep breath, steadying herself. The night was still young.