Authors' Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc. etc. Enjoy!
Authors' Note: What follows came about as a roleplay with JennyCapricorn. It is written in first-person, present tense but from each of our perspectives alternately as we threw the writing back and forth. We've cleaned up some of the grammatical issues but there are still more here mostly because we felt that it conveyed the desperate nature we were in writing it. At some point in the middle, we decided to publish it and let others in on the fun. And, trust me, the fun...peaked for both of us several times putting this together. We hope you enjoy it as well.
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"Hold out your hands."
You do so, almost instinctively, and feel my hands take your hands, holding them, my palms against the backs of your hands as I push your wrists close together, just a couple inches between them. I release and you wisely hold them there. There's a very subtle nod to you indicating this is correct. Then the red cord comes out, a double length of it wrapping around your wrists twice. You can feel the urge to squirm while I loop the bight around the cords between your wrists, and then through itself, stopping to look at you as I push the hard central fold of the bight through a circular loop, pulling it taught. Your wrists can still move, but your hands won't come out of the binding no matter how hard you pull. I toss the cord over the ceiling hook and pull, then fasten it to the wall, leaving your arms suspended over your head. It's not painful, and would not be for a while, but you are helpless.
Utterly at my mercy.
"Chris has asked me to give her a present. I suspect she means you." I take your chin in my hand. "You served her very well the other day, Ava." My lips move in, and the kiss is warm, affectionate. "So you need to look right."
You see me pick up the garter belt, which I wrap around your waist and clip closed. my hands linger on your legs, waist, ass, the small folds that you're ashamed of that I'm trying to make you adore. My fingers are firm and practiced in their actions, knowing my Ava oh so intimately. Your labia are already thick with need, and my fingers come close to them, but don't touch them. Emerald green lace encircles your body, the straps for the garter lying against the front of your thighs, hanging gently off the curve of your ass.
Pulling a chair over, I take the emerald green stockings one at a time, lifting your foot, and then rolling them from your toes to your ankles up your calves, over your knees, to mid-thigh. The expanse between their tops and the garter is now unaccountably chilly from the warmth of my hands and the stockings on your legs. I keep eye contact with you the entire time I fasten the garter straps to the hose, not a wasted movement while I project to you my want and need and satisfaction at your submission.
I lean in and kiss your mound. then lower, my tongue slipping between your folds to find your clit... and see how close you are to climax....
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Every movement is like a ritual. Your practiced hands making a sacrifice of me, but I know you would never truly put me in danger. I try to steady my breath, but it gets more difficult with every loop, every knot. When your tongue finally makes contact with my clit, my body is already on edge. It would only take a few moments to send me over, but I would never ruin your plan by cumming without permission.
Luckily, you already know this and don't torture me for too long. You stand up and take hold of my chin again.
"Open your mouth, Ava," you order.
I'm expecting you to put your tongue in and I open up just like you want. From the side, your other hand brings up a large, thick candy cane! Shoving the thing between my teeth, I bite down only to find out that the red and white cane is made of heavy rubber. That's not a candy cane, it's a strapless dildo with festive red and white stripes! A minute later, it is secured in place with the same efficiency as my wrists.
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I've put your hair up in a quick knot, held by a scrunchie adorned by a present bow, so that the red cord holding the Feeldoe doesn't catch your hair. Nothing should harm you today even if some things may hurt you.
Rather than the lace panties that come with the garter and hose set, I pull the bottoms of a string bikini out and slide them between your deeply aroused legs. Nestle the back of it into you. Tie each half well up on your hip with two dangling knots that it would just take a yank to unwrap you. Of course, then your reward button is fitted into whatever fabric there is and gently clipped to your labia to hold it against your clit.
A quick click to confirm it is positioned properly. The moan comes through your stuffed mouth. I smile.
I lift each foot, one at a time, and slide them between your strappy heels, binding the bright red thong of them up and around your calf. Tight enough to feel, with elaborate knots that will not come off with a tug. The remainder of the thongs are threaded through the ankle bindings before being tied together. Now the reason for the bikini bottom is clear. You're 4" taller than me now, but your steps will mince through the night.
The corset top wraps around your abdomen... once I run my fingers across all your curves again, look you in the eye and tell you that you're beautiful. Perfect. Sexy as fuck. The corset goes on, pushing your breasts up, barely covering your nipples, the same red as the shoes. It's a long slow process of the string at your back being threaded and pulled, again and again. My body warmth behind you, my voice reassuring you that you will make an excellent present for poor Chris, a tall blonde schoolteacher and mother who is just realizing how much she wants a woman's head between her legs.
And then that's done. You are bound in red and green. The matching red wrap-around skirt is all that remains. But something isn't quite right. My hand caresses your ass. Fondles it. And then strikes. Over and over. Just enough force to send the vibration through your sex. In minutes your cheeks are glowing a nice red as well.
I wrap the kind thigh skirt around you, tying it with a big bow knot, look you over, and declare myself satisfied. I do excellent work. The cord comes off the cleat, your arms lowered, and I lead you out of the room for the walk down the street.
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As we step out the front door, I feel the eyes of the neighborhood on me whether they are really there or not. In this ensemble, I couldn't be more conspicuous if you had wrapped Christmas lights around me. That brings a kinky image to mind briefly before I'm forced to focus on my steps or I'm going to stumble. You proceed mercifully slowly so that I don't fall but I am still moving as quickly as I can just to keep up.
In my peripheral vision, I catch the movement of curtains as we pass other homes. Will the other wives be jealous or resentful?
It seems like it takes forever even though it was probably only a couple of minutes but, we finally step up to Chris's door. You knock.
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Chris opens the door and looks at you with shock. "Victoria! What!?"
"Merry Christmas, Chris. Invite us in."
Chris's mouth snaps closed at my tone as she steps back and allows us entrance. Once you're inside she closes the door quickly and quietly, afraid a slam might draw attention.
"Victoria this is too far! This is..."
"Exactly what you wanted. Just admit it."
Chris's face blushes four shades of crimson and then nods. You watch her look you over, up and down, all of you wrapped for viewing and pleasure. I hand her the cord that is wrapped around your wrists and the remote control for your reward button. And then lock the door to the house, close the curtains, and sit in the living room chair, legs crossed, skirt falling open.
"She's yours until the children get home. She will do whatever you need. Ava, is that correct?"
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I try to respond verbally only to be reminded of the Feeldoe keeping me silent. Instead, I nod slowly and deliberately, my eyes moving from you to Chris. I hope she can see the heat in my eyes and how very much consensual this is despite my state.
I don't even see her click the button on the remote, only the sudden jolt of buzzing against my clit. I moan around the obstruction between my teeth and try desperately to keep my eyes locked on the tall woman approaching me.
"Good girl," she whispers as she comes close.
