Remembering the groping and teasing she'd given me, I gave a wicked smile to Heather as I picked up the mist blue hose and felt the smooth, soft nylon. I caressed her face with the hose, and delighted in her smile.
"We're not robbing banks, you know," She drawled, her voice warm, and softer than the stocking. "So it doesn't go over my head."
"Of course it doesn't." I can't believe I'm about to say this, "I couldn't very well kiss you with your face covered, could I?" I finished that by actually instigating a kiss. So far, it's been Heather attacking my mouth. Now the tables had turned. She moaned pretty loudly, wrapping her arms around my corseted body. I just barely had the grace to remember Colleen standing there, and how uncomfortable this made her.
"Sorry about that, I just got carried away." That said, I squatted down in front of Heather and had her point her toes. Sliding the stocking up her leg, I tried not to tickle, but to tease, caressing her calves and rubbing the backs of her knees as I pulled the nylon into place, making sure the seam as straight before fastening the suspenders. Repeating the process on her other leg, I smiled up at her and dragged the knuckles of my hand along her crotch. While I'd been doing that, she had put the long, shiny gloves on, smiling at me.
A long low moan was all the sound she could make at my bold caress, and then she grinned evilly. "Looks like I've got more to avenge myself for, then,"
I stood up, sniffing the back of my hand where it had touched her. I wasn't so naïve that I didn't know what she wanted me to do, and I wondered how she would smell and taste. Pretty nice, from what I could tell. Colleen handed me the gloves that went with my own outfit as Heather teased me with the mist green nylons. She rubbed my legs for several minutes after she got the stockings on me, then, making sure she had my attention, smiled up at me as she dragged her middle finger along my slit, then popped the finger straight into her mouth.
I was completely destroyed.
Colleen cleared her throat then held up those shoes. I briefly wondered if they would be uncomfortable then chuckled a little at that. If they felt good, why would they have to be locked on? My nervousness was unfounded, however, as they felt just like a dressy pair of heels that I wore at dad's little dinner parties.
At least until the little padlocks were threaded through and locked. That tiny little snick of the hasp being closed caused my pussy and belly to lurch.
I watched as Heather had her shoes locked on, and saw the little jerk of her body that told me she'd felt the same thing. Grinning, I said, "I now call this meeting of the Bettie Page society to order." Colleen laughed, and Heather smirked.
"You need some rope." Heather said, and then looked at Colleen. "Mom, have you got any of that thinner, lighter line? I have an idea." She grabbed my wrists and pressed them together behind my back, palm to palm. I was worried I might actually be wet enough to leak juices as she wrapped my wrists with a length of that black line, pausing to pass it between my wrists a few times before tying it off where my fingers couldn't reach them. She them pressed my elbows together, tying them as well, passing the rope between my arms again. I wasn't terribly comfortable, but it certainly didn't hurt either, so I simply reveled in the feeling of helplessness, the joy of knowing someone who loved me was rendering me immobile. My poor pussy was clenching on nothing, complaining to me of its need even as Colleen returned with the cord that Heather had requested.
Heather helped me to the ground where she folded my heels to my bum and tied each leg in that bent position. I was kneeling on the floor wearing stockings, gloves, heels, and a corset, completely stunned at the turns this day had taken. I was very securely bound and getting really horny even as the reality of my situation sank in.
I was helpless.
