Message-ID: <14399eli$9808151840@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: felix.dartmouth@archw.com (Felix Dartmouth) Subject: PLK 4F Roxanne in Pubioshment Bondage Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: felix.dartmouth@archw.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <35ceea5e.228735043@library.airnews.net> PLK 4F (c) 1997 Felix Dartmouth All rights reserved Archives BBS WWW Site http://www.archw.com/ felix.dartmouth@archw.com Roxanne, without a word, began undressing. She was a little nervous with Annette watching her every move, but she usually did not mind undressing in front of another woman. She had done it in gym class a dozen times. She stripped off her top and jeans, and was left in her panties, then she took the nightgown and put it over her head to put it on. It was smooth and silky and it felt good against her skin. It fit very well around her waist and she smoothed it correctly around her breasts. The wrist-cuffs were untied and when it was evident that she could not tie them easily herself, she proffered them to Annette, who tied each one in a firm bow-tie. "Give me a hug to show me you forgive me for your night in bondage," said Annette, and Roxanne hugged her. The nightgown and hugging Annette were very sensuous for Roxanne, and she had begun to be a little excited. Annette picked up the handcuffs, and motioned that Roxanne turn around. Roxanne, knowing the drill, turned and folded her wrists behind her back and lifted them up for Annette's pleasure. Annette took each wrist, pulled up slightly, forcing Roxanne to bend over more, and clasped each one in handcuffs just below the tied wristlets of her nightgown. She left them a bit loose, but they were on firmly so that they fell to the correct place just above her handbone. "OK, sit down on the bed," said Annette, as she reached for the leg irons. She clasped each one carefully and double locked them. Leg irons do not need to be tight to be effective. In fact, if they are too tight, walking can be impossible, and Roxanne had yet to make it back to her room. "These handcuffs and leg irons are keyed alike. Like I said, when I go to church tomorrow morning, I will slip the key under your door so you can let yourself loose. Now, open wide." The 1 3/4 inch ball had already been prepared for the next user by being wrapped in Saran Wrap. Annette took it, and Roxanne opened for its insertion, but before Annette thrust it in, she took advantage of Roxanne's relaxed mouth and handcuffed state to steal a short open-mouthed kiss. After the kiss, she inserted the ball, adjusted Roxanne's hair and buckled the strap at the nape of her neck. She looked at the positioning of the ball, then readjusted the strap one notch tighter. She seemed to work on the gag a bit longer than Roxanne thought necessary, but Roxanne, concerned with her overall state of bondage, did not really give it a second thought. The ball was not too bad for Roxanne. She had spent hours gagged that day, and a lot of time was with a larger ball. She began to test her bonds. She was pretty well done up by this beautiful Latin sister of hers. She wondered if she should have gone into the TV room at all. She had to go to Church herself the following morning, but she usually went to the 11:00 service so she theoretically could have plenty of time to escape and change. She was not too worried about Kathy. She might be able to undo Kathy's gag for the night, but Kathy would have to remain in the rest of the bondage in which she had placed her. She had intended to give her a bit more freedom for the rest of the night, but that would obviously be difficult now. Maybe she would sleep in the same bed with her, to keep her company. She was taken from her thoughts by Annette pulling her to a standing position. "I don't think that there will be anyone in the hall, but just in case, I'm putting a jacket over your shoulders and a pillowcase over your head," she informed the helpless Roxanne. It was fine with her. She couldn't get to a much more bound state. Annette took Roxanne's room keys out of the pocket of her jeans, threw a coat over the shoulders of her handcuffed sister, then bagged her head with the pillowcase and tied a rope around her neck. Roxanne could hear the door opening, and she was pulled outside. Annette held her left arm firmly and pulled up, much the way Ron had lead her about. She went slowly in deference to Roxanne's leg irons. After a turn in the corner, Roxanne knew that they were at her room. Annette removed the case and the jacket. The interior of the room was dark, and neither could see Kathy's plastic-bound body. Annette took Roxanne's gagged face in her hands, and gave her a firm kiss near the gag. She threw the room key into the room, pushed Roxanne gently in, and shut the door behind her. Roxanne stood for a moment bound in the darkness. It did not seem that Kathy had noticed that she had come in, and Roxanne thought that Kathy had actually gotten to sleep in her bonds. Then Kathy began to rustle in her plastic. She laboriously turned over, and saw Roxanne standing there in the dark, but could not really gather that Roxanne also was in bonds and gagged. She grunted softly as Roxanne made her way over and sat on the side of Kathy's bed. In the dim light from outside, Roxanne's gag become visible to Kathy, and the clinking of her leg irons were therefore explained. Kathy, startled, moved away as best she could, but Roxanne, turning her back, stretched our her arms as if to remove Kathy's gag. She had put it on tightly, but she was able to pull the sash down over Kathy's chin, which made it possible to Kathy to eject the plastic wad which Roxanne had inserted. "My God, Roxanne, how did you wind up in this predicament! Were a fine pair, both bound and gagged for the night!" exclaimed Kathy. "Mmm mmst m mmeet," attempted Roxanne. "Well, I guess your gag is pretty effective. If you can get off some of this sweaty plastic from around my hands back here, I might be able to undo it." Roxanne scooched around between Kathy and the wall and began to tug on the plastic that covered Kathy's wrists which were anchored through her middle. Roxanne noted that Kathy had not asked to be untethered or to have the crotch strap removed. Kathy was wet with perspiration underneath the plastic bag. Then, in a difficult position, Roxanne bent her head down to Kathy's anchored hands to be ungagged. (c) 1997 Felix Dartmouth All rights reserved Archives BBS WWW Site http://www.archw.com/ felix.dartmouth@archw.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----