Prologue: I know its been a while since we've heard from Tammy, Carrie and Mike. We had a few minor issues to resolve. Be advised Carrie is over eighteen, and Tammy, though being dressed and treated like a child is a woman grown. Knowing that, I think its safe to go on.
Here I am thought Tammy. I'm caught up in another of my husband's stupid little traps. First, he'd left her with this stupid private school senior. What if she were under age? Tammy asked, "How old are you Carrie?"
"Don't worry about me Tammy girl. I turned eighteen three months ago."
Tammy breathed a sigh of relief. Since she was a woman fully grown, and Carrie was at the age of consent nobody could accuse them on morals grounds. As far as it went, even though she was trapped playing a school girl, they were both fully grown adults at least in a chronological sense. No matter what kind of crazy perverted acts Carrie had in mind both were really women.
Tammy wasn't just pissed about being left with an eighteen year old potential nympho, while her husband was out trying to score with the school headmistress; her husband had left those idiotic little pet collars and chains in the top drawer of her bureau, and now her erstwhile mentor, but actual tormentor, Carrie had found them.
Tammy couldn't tell her the truth, that her so called uncle was really her perverted husband, and he'd bought the pet supplies only to use to torture her. No she couldn't say that. And she couldn't just make something up. Anything she made up would sound too ridiculous to be plausible.
Tammy decided to let Carrie use her imagination. Now as she looked at what Carrie was doing, she figured out Carrie believed she, Tammy, was some kind of pervert, a masochist.
Carrie looked over the little collars. She was trying to decide what to do with them. This was all too good to be true. Carrie started thinking.
She started thinking about her boyfriend. At twenty he was a real weirdo, but she hung out with him because he was such a stud. All the other girls were jealous because she had him. None of them knew the truth about what a sick son of a gun he really was. Carrie smiled. Here she was. The girl with the weirdo boyfriend, and now she had a sick perverted new student in her grasp. Oh what fun! What fun she was going to have. Carrie told Tammy, "Hold out your hands."
Tammy held out her hands.
Then Carrie got another better idea, "Sit back on your ass and hold your hands out beside your feet."
Tammy gave Carrie a wide-eyed bewildered look, but she did as she was told.
With Tammy sitting on her ass, her feet splayed out beside each ass cheek, hands beside each foot Carrie went to work.
She took one of the larger collars and fastened it around Tammy's right foot, took a smaller collar and fastened it to her right hand. She took one of the lengths of short chain and padlocked it to the right ankle collar and then took the other end and padlocked it to her right wrist collar. She performed the same operation on her left side.
Oh Yes! She had Tammy's right ankle chained to her right wrist and her left ankle chained to her left wrist with only about seven inches of chain to spare on either side.
Carrie looked down at her helpless charge. Tammy was sitting on her ass with her hands chained to her feet. Carrie still hadn't decided whether to chain Tammy's head to the bed when she thought of something else, "Tammy get up on your knees."
Tammy squirmed around until she was kneeling on her knees. Her hands were now behind her back as they were closely connected to her feet.
Carrie sat down on the bed, "Jeez Tammy this has been a long day for me. I'm stressed. I need some relaxation." She asked, "Tammy do you what cunnilingus is?"
Tammy knew, and gave audible sigh.
Carrie smiled, "You do know. Well that's wonderful." Carrie leaned forward on the bed and slipped her dress up behind her rear end. Then she reached inside her dress and pulled down her panties. "Tammy." She said, "Come lean up here and give your new best friend Carrie a little love."
Tammy knew exactly what Carrie wanted, but she decided to try to get out of it, "Carrie I don't know what you mean."
Carrie laughed, "You know exactly what I mean. I want you to stick your face up here between my legs and then I want you to lick, kiss, and suck the shit out of my pussy."
She grabbed Tammy's hair and pulled her so far forward her face was stuffed right in the middle of her neatly trimmed pussy, "Now Tammy dear show your new mentor, your new big sister, how much you appreciate her." Carrie let go of Tammy's hair and laid back on the bed.
There it was. Tammy on her knees with her hands tightly held behind her with the short chains. Her face was pushed deep between Carrie's legs into her pussy.
Tammy thought. Shit! This is one sweaty mess. She smells like fish. I bet she hasn't had a bath since early this morning.
Carrie whispered loudly, "I'm waiting."
Tammy had her nose between Carrie's pussy lips. It was hard to breathe. She decided. If she had to do this she shouldn't have to suffocate while doing it.
She leaned back a little to get in a better position.
As Tammy leaned back Carrie gave out a loud yelp, "Shit!" she called out, "What in the hell are you doing?" She pushed Tammy's head away. As she did so the pain became even worse.
Tammy, leaning back, was afraid but also a little amused. She said, "My retainer."
Carried asked, "You're what?"
Tammy told her, "I still have my retainer in. Some of your hair got stuck in it."
Carrie reached down holding out her hand. "Here spit it out in my hand."
Tammy spat out the hated mouthpiece.
Carrie laid back on the bed again, "Now get in there and get me off."
Tammy leaned into Carrie's stinky sweaty puss and slowly did what she had to do. She'd never done anything like this before, and she wasn't happy about the situation. She thought it couldn't be too much different than fiddling with a man's Wing-dang. Leaning forward with her shoulders Tammy started licking up and down over Carries pussy lips. She pushed in further and found Carrie's clitoris.
Using her tongue and lips Tammy pressed, licked, and kissed Carrie's puss, licking up and down the seam between her labials lips and kissing that hard little knob at the top, her clitoris. She could sense Carrie's rising heat, and she could feel the moisture oozing out around her mouth and cheeks.
Tammy kept up the pressure. She licked as deep as she could. She wiggled her head from side to side She pinched Carrie's labia with her teeth. She could feel Carrie getting wetter and hotter. Carrie started to quiver. Tammy felt her as she began to buck back and forth and then up and down. Carrie was shivering and squirming.
Tammy knew she was bringing her tormentor to climax. Since Tammy's hands were locked behind her she had to repeatedly shift her weight and sidle from knee to knee. She thought, if she had her hands free she could really do a better job. She didn't know it precisely, but she was already doing a great job.
Carrie wriggled and squiggled for all she was worth. She wrapped her legs around Tammy's head, and with her two hands pulled Tammy in as far as she could. Then her whole body exploded in Tammy's face. Carrie was having a hot one.
For Carrie the experience was the best sex she'd had in least a month. She'd never had a girl touch her down there before, and this was just an idle experiment. It was greatest! She felt excited, nervous, and completely at ease all at the same time!
She lay there exhausted. She kept her hands on Tammy's head, continuing to pull her face into her snotty gooey little beaver. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around the other girl's head. This was the greatest! For several seconds she lay quietly on the bed.
Tammy sat there. What else could she do? Her hands were locked by the wrist to her ankles. She couldn't get away. Her face was trapped inside Carrie's dirty little snatch. Tammy's cheeks, mouth, nose, eyes, and forehead were all sticky with Carrie's goop. God Tammy thought. It felt like her whole head was covered in tree sap, except this shit stunk! Really stunk!
Carrie finally leaned up on her arms. Leaning down over the bed to where Tammy was kneeling she said, "Squirm up here and get on the bed with me."
Tammy heard her and started squirming around; anything to get out of this awful sticky mess. She was kneeling with her hands back just a few inches from her feet. She tried to find a way to stand up but instead only ended up sitting on her behind.
Carrie called again, "Tammy I said get up here."
Tammy answered, "I can't get up. You have to unfasten my hands."
Carrie got out of the bed and looked down at where Tammy was sitting, "No way, lean forward and get back on your knees."
Tammy struggled and finally got back into a kneeling position.
Carrie said, "I'm going to put my hands under your armpits and lift you to your feet." She pulled Tammy to her feet.
