Carrie was full of a nervous energy that had her pacing the kitchen and absentmindedly wiping down a counter for what felt like the umpteenth time that morning. She was waiting for Brenda, her aerial choreographer and secret shibari guide, to arrive at her home. The pair had met two additional times since the first time. Once where they actually only focused on aerial training and once that turned into a very similar session as the time Carrie stumbled upon Brenda's shibari studio. This would be their third time meeting since then and the first at Carrie's own house.
It was something that Brenda had suggested at the end of their most recent meetup. Even in her post-orgasm addled mind, Carrie had been reluctant. She already felt guilty enough with the quasi-cheating she had been doing at Brenda's studio. Bringing that behavior into the home she shared with her husband and kids felt too...risky. Too bold. She was able to justify allowing another person to help her explore an inherently sexual activity under the guise of it being part of her aerial training and when it happened in a separate place she could compartmentalize away in the back of her mind. That barrier would start to break down if she brought it into her home.
Yet here she was wiping her sweaty palms on the small green shorts she had chosen earlier that morning for the thousandth time as Brenda was on her way. She took another deep breath and told herself to relax.
"Calm down Carrie," she thought. "It's just training for the show. No big deal. You have the house to yourself for once. No reason to go all the way to Brenda's gym when she's willing to come here."
It really had been a sort of perfect storm that led to Carrie being able to accept Brenda's offer. Her husband Mike was away on a hunting trip for his apparel brand with her oldest son and her youngest was spending the weekend at his grandparent's house. They weren't due home for a couple days. Even her best friend and neighbor Ivey, who had a propensity for stopping over unexpectedly, was away until the next day.
Beyond that, Carrie was in the middle of a rare respite from her jam packed schedule and was actually at home for a few weeks aside from a few shows at the Opry here and there.
The blonde singer was mindlessly straightening the pillows on a sofa as she waited. The closer Brenda got the more Carrie's nerves shifted towards a type of nervous eagerness she had gotten used to feeling ahead of her sessions with the choreographer. She still wasn't sure why, but the ropes pressing into her body and putting her at Brenda's discretion took her to a place she couldn't quite get enough of. The pain of suspension and the pleasure of drooling against a gag while a vibrating wand worked endlessly on her...it was exactly what Carrie had begun to crave.
She was shaken from her thoughts when the Ring camera app on her phone chirped out a notification that someone was heading up the front steps. A moment later the doorbell chimed in the foyer and Carrie headed that way.
She wiped her palms on her shorts one last time, took another deep breath, and pulled open the heavy front door of her home. A bright smile spread across Carrie's face in response to the equally bright smile Brenda was showing at the sight of her friend and current favorite student.
"Hey Care!," Brenda said as she gripped the handle of a fairly large duffle bag on wheels. "Sorry I'm a few minutes late! Took a bit longer to wrestle this into my car than I thought it would."
Hi Brenda!" Carrie replied. "Please come in! Here let me help you with that."
Carrie reached out to grab the bag and helped Brenda pull it up and over the threshold. A slight shiver passed over Carrie as she realized how the bag held gear to tie her up and reduce her to a groaning mess and here she was helping pull it into her own house.
She shook the thought from her head and turned back to Brenda.
"Umm...well, welcome to my house!" Carrie said with a laugh as she leaned into and returned Brenda's offered hug.
"Follow me this way to the gym," Carrie said as she headed off into the house.
"Someone's eager to get started," Brenda remarked with a chuckle as she began pulling her bag as she followed Carrie.
"You really do have a lovely home Carrie," Brenda continued as she and Carrie got further into the mansion.
"Thanks," Carrie replied with a smile. "It really is our dream property. But uhh...yeah the gym is right through here."
"Ahh perfect! It's not my studio of course, but from the pics you sent me there's plenty we can do with your setup."
Carrie's stomach twisted in anticipation at Brenda's words. For some reason, Carrie loved the nonchalant way they spoke of the rope bondage Brenda moonlighted in. It had all begun under the guise of shibari being useful for her aerial training, but they both knew it was more about pushing Carrie's body to new sexual heights. Still, Carrie loved how they both still pretended it was just another type of training. Despite the fact that Carrie would be giving up control of her body to another woman as soon as they stepped into her gym.
Carrie's palms found their way to her shorts once again as she flicked on the lights to her large home gym and led Brenda inside.
The gym was impressive as far as home gyms go. Looking like a smaller version of a professional gym, Carrie's gym lacked for nothing. Where Brenda's shibari studio had soft lighting, Carrie's gym had cold white LEDs amplified by natural light streaming in through the row of windows and French doors that separated the gym from Carrie's pool area. Where Brenda's studio had cushioning mats and pillows, Carrie's gym had a state of the art rubberized floor. Instead of various bamboo support structures and supports, the home gym had an array of weight benches, treadmills, rowing machines, chin up bars, and several other pieces of equipment.
"Impressive," Brenda said with a low whistle. "Plenty of nice tie off points."
A slight blush stained Carrie's cheeks as she pondered the implications.
Before she could ponder for too long, Brenda suddenly stepped closer to her and began tugging Carrie's white tank top out of the hem of her seafoam green shorts where it was tucked in and began pulling it upwards.
"Go ahead and get this off and we'll get started right away," Brenda said.
Carrie took a steadying breath and then proceeded to pull her tank top past the French braids she had her hair done in and over her head leaving her in a white sports bra that matched the hem of her shorts. She had barely turned to toss it onto the closest weight rack before Brenda was back with a familiar length of rope held in her hand.
