When Sharon got home, there was a package waiting for her. It was a nice
surprise after a day of endless appointments and deadlines. She was very pleased
that it was Friday and that she could relax. She picked up the package and went
inside. It was a small package wrapped in brown paper, about the size of a shoe
box. There was a note taped to the outside. Sharon - I've just found the most
wonderful store. I went crazy. I got these for you. Mark will love them. Call
me. -Vanessa. How strange. She hadn't talked to Vanessa in three months. It was
as if her best friend had walked off the face of the earth. Then suddenly, out
of the blue, this. Sharon was shocked when she opened the box and found a pair
of black stiletto pumps. She had never received a pair of shoes as a present
from a girlfriend before. Especially not like these. Vanessa took one of the
shoes out of the box and examined it. Size 6b. It was her size. The was imported
from Italy and made of patent leather. The heel was very thin and had to be at
least 5" high. Connected to the top of each shoe were thin ankle straps. "These
shoes must have cost a fortune," she thought as she sat down on the sofa and
kicked off her work shoes. She slid the shoes on her stocking feet and they did
indeed fit. She took a quick look at the ankle straps. They didn't buckle
together. The end of one strap clipped into a receptacle on the end of the other
strap. Strange she thought as she attached the straps with a barely discernible
click. Then she carefully stood up and walked over to the full length mirror.
"Wow" she thought as she lifted her skirt and looked at the line of her leg. She
bent over and slid her hands up her stockings admiring the way the heels made
her legs look even longer. Sharon knew she had great legs, but these shoes made
them look even better. "Maybe if I wore something like this, Jack wouldn't be so
eager to run off with his buddies." she thought, thinking of how dreary the
house was without him. The golf trip had been planned for weeks and Mark knew
Sharon was unhappy with him. She would have much preferred it if he had stayed
home and made passionate love all weekend like they used to do. Sharon began to
wonder if the spark had gone out in their marriage. She tried to put the thought
out of her mind, but it had already depressed her. She walked back over to the
sofa, bent down to take off the shoes and stopped. She couldn't see a release
for the ankle strap. She felt around the closure for a release and there was
none. Frustrated, she lifted her foot and looked at the closure. There was a
tiny keyhole on the closure. She grabbed the empty shoe box and looked inside.
No key. She tried pulling on the straps to see if they would just release, but
they were solidly attached to one another. She felt a little stupid now. 'How am
I going to get these shoes off without ruining them?' she thought, already
picking up the phone to call Vanessa. 'Hello?' 'Vanessa, its Sharon. I got
shoes' 'Aren't they great?!' Vanessa said. 'They're beautiful...but...we'll...I
tried them on, and now I can't take them off...Well they're kind of locked on. I
think they need a key and it isn't in the box. Please tell me you have it.'
'Hold on.' Vanessa said, putting down the phone. 'It's here. Somehow the key
didn't get in the box...hey, isn't Jack golfing this weekend?' 'Yes. How did you
know?' Vanessa just ignored the question. 'Well Jim's out of town for the
weekend too Why don't you drive down her for dinner tonight. I know it's a long
way, but you can stay over if you like. We'll have time to talk. So many things
have happened to me over the last few months. I must see you. I might even
consider releasing you from your shoes if you ask me nicely.' It didn't take
Sharon long to decide. 'That sounds great. Let's do it. I've just got to pack a
few things and I be there...bye.' Sharon put down the phone and walked into the
bedroom. She hadn't wanted to stay in the house tonight by herself anyway. She
stepped out of her dress being very careful not to rip it with her stiletto
shoes and hung it up in the closet. Because she couldn't take her stockings off,
she decided she would go all out and wear her black mini outfit. She grabbed the
mini outfit and put it on. The dress barely covered the dark tops of her
stockings. 'Jack, you don't know what your missing.' she said aloud. She quickly
packed some jeans, a t-shirt and some other things in an overnight bag and left.
Traffic was good and it only took an hour and a half to drive the 95 miles to
Woodcrest. Vanessa lived in a large house, on a fairly good sized lot. It was
quiet and secluded. 'Just the type of weekend I need.' she thought as she drove
up the long driveway to the house. She climbed out of her car, grabbed her bag
and walked up to the door. It opened before she got there. Sharon stopped dead
in her tracks. In the doorway, Vanessa stood in one of the most erotic outfits
Sharon had ever seen. She was wearing a black and red turtle neck teddy made out
of some shiny patent material. It was extremely tight and cut high on the hips
to accentuate Vanessa's beautiful legs. She had on a pair of long jet black
stockings and a pair of patent leather ankle boots with 5 inch stiletto heels.
The tops of the boots weren't tight around her legs; They flared out a bit
intensifying line of her slender ankles. Sharon just stood there staring. 'Isn't
it great?!' Vanessa said beaming. 'Impressive' Sharon said, collecting herself.
Where on earth did you pick up that?' 'On my trip to Europe. There was this
great shop called "Dress for Duress". I couldn't believe it. I bought a ton of
stuff. Come on in.' 'What brought this on?' Sharon asked wonderingly. 'Really
it's Jim's fault. It started innocently enough. Sit down... would you like so
wine?' 'Sure. What started innocently?' Sharon said, staring at Vanessa as she
walked to the bar. She was completely overwhelmed. 'Here' Vanessa said handing
Sharon a glass of wine. 'I don't know where to begin. I guess at the beginning.
One day I cleaning one of Jim's cabinets and found a bondage magazine.' 'What
like whips and chains?' 'No, not exactly. Just women dressed in all kinds of
bizarre outfits, tied up. It was actually incredibly erotic. Well anyway, when
he got home I confronted him and he came clean. He said he had been into bondage
his whole life. I asked him if he had tied up his other girlfriends. He said he
had. I then asked him why he had asked to tie up me. He said that he was scared
that I wouldn't understand. He said that I was very special to him and that he
didn't want to lose me. He said he had been waiting for the right time to bring
it up but it had never seemed like the right time. Anyway, to make a long story
short, we had a long talk about it that night, then one thing led to another and
there I was, tied spread-eagle on the bed. 'Wow. How was it?' Sharon asked,
genuinely intrigued. I was a little scared at first, but he was very gentle and
soon I was totally into it. It was incredible. He started kissing me all over my
body. Soon I was totally turned on. Not being able to get free intensified my
experience. I was writhing around and I was making a lot of noise. He grabbed a
scarf and gagged me with it, explaining that If I needed to get free, I need
only hum a song, and he would release me. It was weird but the gag made me feel
even more helpless, more excited. He took out a vibrator and began to play with
me. He was very clever with it. It wasn't more that a couple of minutes before I
came. It was the most incredible orgasm I have ever had. After it was over I
relaxed exhausted on the bed waiting for him to untie me, but he didn't. He told
me that I was going to have to come five times before he would let me go. And I
did. 'What happened then?' 'He untied me and I fell into his arms. I had never
felt so loved in all my life. It was weird. Since then things have kind of
evolved. 'Evolved?' Sharon asked, unable to hide the fact that she was hanging
on every word. 'Come on, follow me and I show you.' Sharon noticed that her
panties were wet. She had been unaware of it until now. She was completely
turned on. She gulped down the rest of her wine and followed Vanessa into one of
the bedrooms. On the bed was selection of erotic lingerie, which tended towards
the kinky side, high heeled shoes and boots, a bunch of rope, handcuffs, and
various bondage paraphernalia that she didn't really understand the use of. 'Oh
my god, this is incredible.' 'This is only a sample. Care to try something on?'
She should have seen it coming, but Sharon was completely unprepared for the
question. She turned and looked at Vanessa and started to say something and then
stopped. Vanessa didn't say anything else, she just let it hang out there.
Sharon thought about it for a minute and replied. 'That's a loaded question. Did
you mean try on one of the outfits or try on the rope?' 'Both.' Vanessa said
smiling. Against everything she had ever done, Sharon said 'OK.' She wasn't sure
why. Something in Vanessa's quiet confidence had taken Sharon completely by
surprise. Maybe it was because she was still angry over Mark going off and
leaving her. Or maybe just was just totally intrigued by the whole thing. All
she really knew was that her best friend, another woman, had asked her if she
wanted to try out a little bondage and she had agreed. 'First we have to pick
out an outfit for you. Bondage, just isn't bondage with out the right
packaging.' Vanessa grabbed a jet black body stocking from the bed and gave it
to Sharon. 'Here put this on to start with.' 'I need the key.' 'Oh sorry, I
forgot. Allow me.' Vanessa pulled out the key from a drawer and unlocked the
straps around her ankles. Sharon was grateful as Vanessa removed her feet from
the shoes. They had been locked in them for hours and her feet were sore. Sharon
shed her clothes and slid on the body stocking. It was made of an incredibly
soft sheer nylon and covered her entire body; all the way from her neck to her
feet, even her hands. Vanessa help her by zipping up the small zipper in the
back. Sharon turned and faced Vanessa. 'That looks great on you,' Vanessa said,
'turn around.' Vanessa proceeded to lace her into a shiny black corset that went
from the bottom of her breasts to her hips. It was heavily boned and as Vanessa
pulled the laces taught, it pushed in on her, making her waist at least 3 inches
smaller. 'God, this is tight. I can barely breath.' Sharon complained. 'It's
suppose to be. Here.' Vanessa gave Sharon a pair of long patent gloves which she
help her slide into. They fit her like a second skin and went way up past her
elbows. 'Now the shoes. These will do. Put these on' Vanessa handed Sharon a
pair of 5 inch black stiletto pumps. Very similar to the pair that she had been
imprisoned in, but without the straps. 'Oh..do I have to? I just got those other
shoes off my feet?' Vanessa just stared at her and it became clear that the
shoes were required. Sharon obediently sat down and put the shoes on. She
carefully stood up and walked over to the mirror. She looked unbelievable. She
turned around and looked at herself. She felt powerful and vulnerable all at the
same time. The outfit accentuated her best features. If Mark saw her like this,
he would be putty in her hands. 'You look stunning!' Vanessa said walking up
from behind. 'Just one final touch.' Vanessa brushed Sharon's shoulder length
blond hair and tied it up with a black ribbon. 'Perfect, Gwendolyn would have
been proud.' 'Gwendolyn who?' Vanessa asked. 'I'll explain later, come here.'
Sharon did as she was told and followed Vanessa over to the bed. 'Turn around
and put your hands behind your back.' Sharon turned around and slowly put her
hand behind her back. She wasn't sure what she was getting into and she was
certainly a little scared. 'OK. before we begin, I just want you to know that we
can stop at anytime you want. Just hum a tune, anything and I'll untie you
immediately, OK? Do you want to stop?' 'No.' Sharon replied, acknowledging
within herself that she didn't...She was already incredibly turned on. This was
all so new and exciting. She didn't want to stop now. 'OK put your hands
together palm to palm.' Sharon obeyed and Vanessa took a length of rope and
began to wrap it around her gloved wrists. Loosely at first, but then as Vanessa
clinched the ropes between her wrists it tightened evenly, securely binding her
hands. Then Vanessa took another length of rope and began to wrap it around her
upper arms just above her elbows. As she tightened the ropes it pulled her
elbows back until they were nearly touching behind her back. Vanessa expertly
cinched and tied off the ropes. 'I knew you were limber.' 'It is really
necessary for it to be this tight?' Sharon said, struggling experimentally.
'Absolutely. I can't have you getting free on me, can I?' Sharon continued to
test her bonds. After a short time, I was obvious that there was indeed no way
she was going to get free without Vanessa's help. 'How do you feel?' Vanessa
asked. 'Very vulnerable. I can't get out...You can do anything you want to me.'
'I know.' Vanessa said as she doubled a length of rope and looped it around
Sharon's corseted waist and few times. Sharon wondered what she was doing, until
Vanessa feed the ends of the rope through the loop and pulled it between her
legs. 'What are you doing to me?...' Sharon murmured as Vanessa carefully split
the lips to Sharon's crotch so the rope would rest on her clitoris. She then
pulled the rope taught behind her 'This is called a crotch rope.' She said
yanking on the rope. 'Delicious isn't it 'Oooo ' Then she attached the rope to
Sharon's wrist ropes. Sharon found now that every time she moved her hands the
rope between her legs would tighten, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
'That's right, struggle.' Vanessa said quietly as she reached around Sharon and
she cupped Sharon's breasts in her hands. 'Struggle all you want, you can't get
free. You're mine now.' 'Oh yes...' Sharon whispered as Vanessa's hand slid down
her body and between her legs. Vanessa slowly caressed her pussy with one hand
while the other hand grabbed the crotch rope and pulled it tighter, forcing it
and the nylon body stocking even further inside Sharon aching body. Vanessa
continued to play with Sharon, expertly alternating between soft and rough
caresses until she had brought Sharon to the very brink of orgasm. Then she
stopped. 'Oh, please don't stop...Please!' 'I think it's time for some more
ropes.' 'Please...don't stop...not now...' Sharon whimpered. 'I think it's also
time for you to be quiet.' Vanessa said as she grabbed a red ball gag.
'...Remember ..if something isn't right or you really feel the need to get free,
just hum a tune, any tune. OK?' 'OK' 'Now open your mouth....Wider...' Vanessa
slowly worked the ball gag into Sharon's mouth, until Sharon felt the ball gag
pop in behind her teeth. The gag tasted very strange. Vanessa buckled it tightly
behind her head, turned and began to remove all the extra stuff from the bed.
Sharon tried unsuccessfully to push the ball gag out of her mouth with her
tongue, not a chance. She felt even more powerless now to stop Vanessa and
whatever she had in store for her. Vanessa returned and led Sharon to the bed
and instead of having her lie down she had her kneel in the middle of the bed
facing the foot of the bed. Vanessa took a black bar about one and a half feet
in length and tied Sharon's knees to either end of it. Then she crossed Sharon's
ankles behind her and tied them together. Another rope was added attaching her
ankles to the head of the bed. Then Vanessa took a long length of rope, attached
it to her elbow ropes and looped it tightly around Sharon's torso above and
below her breasts. She tied it off behind her back. Then she took a piece of
rope, attached one end to her elbow rope and the other end to the head board,
pulling it taught. A final rope was added, attaching the front of her waist rope
to the foot of the bed in front of her. As Vanessa tightened the rope it caused
Sharon's body forward until she was kneeling. The rope attached to her elbows in
back of her was the only thing that saved her from falling forward on her face.
Vanessa stepped back and admired her handiwork. Sharon was also admiring it. She
could now barely move and Vanessa had made it impossible for her to sit down.
The ropes held her firmly upright. All she could do was slowly squirm in place.
'Oh you look superb. Let me show you.' Vanessa positioned some small spot lights
around her and then turned off the all the lights in the room. then she went
away and came back with a set of large mirrors which she proceeded to set up
around the bed. When she was finished, Sharon couldn't see much besides her own
bound reflection Sharon had no choice but to look at herself from every angle.
She couldn't believe how sexy she looked. There were ropes everywhere. She
watched herself as she slowly struggled against them. Various fantasies crept
into her mind. She was a damsel in distress, awaiting some cruel fate, or on the
auction block or some nefarious white slavers. The list was endless. Vanessa had
seemed to have disappeared and left her to struggle and contemplate her bondage.
The loneliness intensified the experience even more. She continued to struggle,
even knowing that escape was impossible. After a few minutes, Vanessa returned
from the dark portion of the room. She had been watching Sharon's excitement
build and she felt it was time. She had removed most of her outfit (except her
stockings) and had put on some long black satin gloves. 'How's my beautiful
captive?' Vanessa asked as she climbed on the bed. Her gloved hands slowly moved
over Sharon's helpless body until she reached her crotch. 'Oh.. you're so wet.
Look how wet your pussy is.' 'MMmm' Sharon moaned into her gag, trying to twist
away, unable to resist. Vanessa stopped her caresses and went around behind
Sharon. She took off Sharon's shoes and placed them on the floor. 'Isn't that
better?' she asked, as she began to rub and massage Sharon's stocking feet. Then
she bent over and began to suck Sharon's stocking toes. Then she began to kiss
and lick her the soles of her feet, then her heels, moving slowly up Sharon's
stocking legs to her torso and her breasts. She paused at her neck and ears and
then went down her body again, always passing by the one area that Sharon longed
for her to kiss. Vanessa repeated this innumerable times, taking particular evil
pleasure in the tension that she was building in Sharon's bound body. After she
felt that Sharon had had enough, she finally relented and concentrated on
Sharon's aching pussy. Sharon found out that Vanessa had an expert tongue and
she seemed to know instinctively just when to kiss, and when to tickle, suck or
bite. Soon, Sharon was now writhing around in utter ecstasy. Straining at the
bonds that held her firmly in place. When Vanessa felt she was ready, she pulled
out a small vibrator and began to message her clitoris. through the crotch rope.
This just made Sharon go crazy, moaning and struggling; not to get free now but
to reach climax. Just before Sharon was to come, Vaness pulled the vribrator
away, just a half inch out of reach. Sharon strained to lower herself on to the
vibrator, but the ropes held her body up. She silently cursed/and praised
Vanessa for tormenting her this way. Because even though it was torture, it was
also heaven. 'Struggle for me Sharon. That's right, do you want it?' Vanessa
asked, lightly touching Sharon's pussy with the vibrator and pulling it away
again. 'MMMph...' Sharon whimpered though her gag as she struggled to lower her
body onto the vibrator. 'Yes?' 'MMMPH!' 'OK. You've deserved it.' Vanessa said
as she pushed the head of the vibrator hard against the ropes that shielded
Sharon's clitoris. Almost immediately Sharon came. She shuddered as waves of
pleasure washed over her, again and again. She took it longer than she ever
could before and then collapsed, the ropes still holding her limp body firmly
upright. Vanessa removed the vibrator and kissed Sharon gagged lips. Sharon
looked into Vanessa's eyes, silently wondering if she was going to release her.
Vanessa seemed to read her thoughts. 'Oh no my sweet innocent playmate, this was
just an overture to your evening of pleasure!' With that Vanessa, got out a
blindfold and put over Sharons eyes. Sharon couldn't believe it. She was going
to do that to her again?! Sharon waited in anticipation for the pleasure to
begin again, but instead she heard Vanessa's stockings legs rustle on the
bedspread as she slid off the bed and slipped away. All was darkness. She was
alone. Thoughts raced through Sharon's mind 'What's Vanessa doing? What was she
going to do to her now?' She strained to hear her return. Nothing...Then
footsteps. DIFFERENT footsteps. 'Hello Sharon.' 'Mmmmph!' Sharon shouted into
her gag realizing it was Mark. 'Yes it's me.. I have been watching for over an
hour. Vanessa set this whole thing up for us.' Mark said as he unbuckled the
strap from behind Sharon's head and pulled the ball gag from her lips. 'I'm here
for the entire weekend. Just for you.' 'Oh Mark, kiss me....'
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