Misty and Cheryl
Mistress and Charlotte do their part for science
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Author's Note
In Part I, Mistress and Charlotte have signed up for a sociology research project at the university using the aliases of Misty & Cheryl. It's a study of kinky behavior and all of this happened against the backdrop of Charlotte playing with a butt plug.
As the story ended, the study coordinator, Jessica, is back home with her girlfriend Maimoona (Moona) who refers to her as Miss Jessica while pulling a length of rope from under her pillow.
You can probably already guess the kink they'll be exploring in this part of the story. It's all rope. And it's going to be heavy on touching and teasing with orgasms being declared off limits.
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Misty and Cheryl, Part 2
Jessica
Moona was still smirking as she held the rope out to me. She had it all straightened out and doubled over. I remember her explaining it to me once that it was the proper way to do it, doubled over like that. But I don't remember why. In fact, I'd been so busy organizing my research study that I hadn't even gotten a chance to look it up.
"Miss Jessica?" said Moona, her smirk fading just a bit.
I reached out for the rope. "You've had your head filled with naughty girl thoughts while I was away, haven't you?"
I noticed the corners of her mouth ticking upward just a bit. "Yes, Miss Jessica," she said.
"Come here, baby."
"Yes, Miss Jessica."
I watched Moona sit up, pitch sideways for a second, shift her weight to one arm, and come back up kneeling. With the rope held in both hands, she shuffled her way across the bed sheets on her knees.
"Miss Jessica," she said, holding the rope out to me.
I looked down into her eyes, holding her gaze for a moment, before reaching out to tuck a piece of hair back behind her ear. "You're beautiful," I said.
Moona's eyes lit up as she smiled. "Thank you, Miss Jessica."
I took the rope. "Give me you hands, please," I said. "I like seeing them tied."
"If you think so, Miss Jessica."
"Um." I noticed something. It wasn't hesitation. I've tied my baby up a time or two and she's always been enthusiastic, but this time I got the feeling something was off. "Do you want me to tie you up?" I asked.
"Miss Jessica...?"
"Moona, honey, what is it?"
"I'd like to make you dinner."
"Oh," I said. That explains the hesitation. She'd need both hands to make dinner. I tossed the rope aside. "Later's fine."
"Miss Jessica...?"
Maybe later's not fine. "Baby?"
"I like it when you tie me up."
"Yes, but with your hands tied you won't be able to make dinner. I'm happy to order pizza, but you just said you wanted to--"
"Miss Jessica?" Moona started with her hands folded over her tummy and was now moving them up to cup her breasts. She splayed her fingers out and pressed her hands up tight, constraining her flesh so she spilled out through the gaps between her fingers. Her nipple ring poked out just between her index and middle.
"Oh," I said, as the light bulb went on in my head. "Oh, you want me to tie your boobies?"
"Yes, Miss Jessica. Tightly, please."
"Moona," I said, grinning. "I didn't know you liked that."
"I've been working on your survey, Miss Jessica. Rope play. I've been thinking about all the ways you could tie me up while I was waiting for you to get home."
"You sure you don't want to just order pizza?"
Moona shook her head. "I like cooking for us, Miss Jessica."
"And you'd like it more with your boobies tied up?"
Moona nodded. "Tightly, please, Miss Jessica."
My grin grew a little bigger. "Come here, beautiful girl."
I wrapped the rope around Moona's chest. Doubled over. I pulled it tight, like she asked, and I put a knot in it.
The knot slipped.
I unwrapped the rope and wound it around again, this time making two passes. When I tried to tie the knot, I didn't have enough rope at the ends to make it stay.
"Your boobies are just too big, baby," I joked.
I tried the rope again, not doubled this time. My fingers shook the entire way. In the end, Moona looked like a bad third-grade art project.
"I'm sorry, baby," I said. "I'm not very good at this."
"Miss Jessica." Moona cupped my cheek in her hand. "It's okay. I'll make you dinner first. Then you can tie my hands."
"Sorry." I couldn't look her in the eye.
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Natasha
"Baby?" I said, glancing down at my phone.
"Mistress?"
I read the line over again before looking up at Charlotte. "On a scale from one to five which is more exciting. Seeing your partner naked or seeing your partner clothed but bound."
"Which is one and which is five?"
I glanced at my phone again. "One is naked. Five is clothed but bound."
Charlotte chewed her lip for a moment. "I don't know, Mistress."
"You want to go with a three, then?"
"No. I mean, I've never seen you clothed but bound."
"Oh," I said. She was right. "Hold that thought, baby." I swooped in for a quick peck on her cheek and trotted off upstairs.
I stood staring in my closet. I reached in for a pair of sweatpants. I stood thinking about that choice for a moment. Sweatpants are not sexy. I wanted to make it a fair comparison for her.
I stuffed the sweatpants back on the shelf and pulled out a pair of running shorts. Not the baggy kind, either. I held them up and nodded. My next quest was for a T-shirt. Preferably, one that had shrunk a bit in the wash.
When I finally got everything on, my work clothes were strewn out across the foot of the bed, along with my bra and panties. I stepped in front of the full-length mirror. The light-colored T-shirt made it pretty obvious my bra was laying discarded on the bed, and the shorts were already starting to creep up the crack of my ass.
I tugged the waistband a little higher and pinched my nipples just to make sure before trotting downstairs.
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