The Adventures of Heather, Pt. 27F    [A-H]  

     By Ramapo


     Traci followed Terry upstairs to her flat and
Terry disappeared into the kitchen to fetch some wine. 
Traci wandered about the place a bit and her eye caught
on an open gym bag that appeared full of leather and
other things.  Some metal.  She realized suddenly that
it was bondage gear.  Terry was a little more wild than
she realized. 
     Terry came back and saw her looking down into the
bag.  She placed the wine and glasses on the table and
began to pour.
     "Sometimes I enjoy that stuff."
     "Bondage?  I don't know much about it.  I guess I'm
not attracted to it."
     "Oh," Terry glanced over, trying to stay cool and
relaxed, "I never dreamed I was interested either,
until someone at a party put some things on me just to
show me how they worked and all.  I got really turned
on and realized I liked it.  So, I've experimented a
bit."  She handed a glass to Traci.  She glanced down
at Traci's chest.  She liked the way Traci's boobs
jiggled in waves when she walked.  Tight perfect waves.
     Traci took a mouthful of wine and set the glass
down on a shelf and pulled a long bar out of the bag. 
It had loops at the end.
     "Spreader bar.  You can adjust its length with the
release in the center.  Loops at the end go around the
ankles.  The metal loop in the center is for other
things to be tied to."  Terry made it sound matter of
fact.  She glanced over at Traci, who was studying the
bar.  She put her hands in the loops.  The were coated
with soft velvet.  Strong, but soft.
     "Bondage can be used to immobilize, cause pain,
cause fear, cause excitement.  The person who is bound
is in the total control of the person with them.  It
requires a lot of trust.  A lot of trust."
     Traci put the bar down and pulled a harness out of
the bag.  It was many loops of very soft leather, with
studs.  She turned it around and around and couldn't
figure it out.
     "Here, I'll show you."  Terry took it and set it
down.  She unbuttoned her blouse and stripped it off. 
Her bra was very skimpy and her full breasts overflowed
the top, barely covering her nipples.  She saw Traci's
admiring glance.  She turned and unhooked the bra and
tossed in on the sofa.  She studied the loops and
turned it around and slipped her arms thru two loops
and up over her shoulders.  The loops settled above and
below her breasts, and more were around her waist in a
web and down to her waist, like a cut out merri-widow. 
She turned and said,   "Pull the tabs through the loops
and pull each one as tight as you can.  Really tight."
     There were five straps with matching metal loops
on the other side and Traci pulled each one as tight as
she dared.  
     "No, tighter. Don't worry about hurting me.  I
don't bruise easily and it works best if it's as tight
as you can make it."
     Traci hesitated, but pulled each strap until the
leather cut deep into the woman's skin.
     "Good.  There.  What do you think?"  Terry turned
and her eyes were smoky with excitement.  The effect on
her front was amazing.  The leather loops around her
breasts were now tight against her chest cage and her
boobs were squeezed into an amazingly small circle.  In
spite of their size, they stood out like large cannon
shells of taught skin.  The nipples were erect.  Terry
could barely breath and her face was flushed.
     "Wow!  That must hurt!"
     "No.  Honest.  Can't you see how excited it get's
me?  My nipples are on fire.  Touch the skin on my
titties.  Can you feel how tight they are?  Like when
we were just getting big and they ached all night from
growing faster than the skin would stretch."
     Tracy ran her fingers over the drum tight skin. 
It was hard to even put a dent in them.  It was a while
before Traci said.  "Here, I'll release you."
     Terry looked disappointed but turned and said
nothing.  The straps loosened and her breasts sagged a
bit and she slipped out of the harness.  She turned,
but left her top off.  Traci said nothing and took
another swallow of wine.
     Next Traci picked up something that looked like a
ball.  
     "Ball gag.  There's lots of different sizes in the
bag.  They're all clean.  Here, I'll put this one in
your mouth."  Traci opened up and Terry squeezed the
ball in to a smaller size and pushed it past Traci's
teeth.  Traci was surprised to feel it expand and fill
her mouth comfortably, but completely.
     "Try to talk."
     Traci said a few words and nothing came out. She
couldn't move her tongue, now trapped against the floor
of her mouth.  She could moan deep in her throat and
make some muted sounds back there, but speaking or
yelling was out of the question.  It was impressive.
     Traci reached between her teeth and got a good
hunk of the ball between her thumb and index finger and
pulled it out.
     "You really can't make much noise, can you?"
     "Nope.  A church mouse.  Really helps if you're
into the pain stuff or somebody's a complainer."
     "A complainer?" 
     "Oh, it's the humiliation they like and the more
they complain, the more they get punished and
humiliated.  Some people are just born whiners and it's
hard to be working with them, so you shut them up a
bit."
     The bag was full of other stuff.  Hoods.  Dildoes,
both anal and vaginal, some of unusual shapes, all
designed to be attached to other things.  At the bottom
was a pair of beautiful patten leather stiletto heel
boots that came up to mid thigh when she held them up
to herself.  Black.  Very shiny.  Metal loops stuck out
of the back of the heels and the in side of each heel.
     "I just got them.  Cost me a pretty packet, too. 
Special order.  Hey, your shoe size looks right or a
bit smaller.  Try them on."
     Traci took another shot of wine.  She was feeling
it now.  Dinner plus a glass here.  Or was it two?  She
couldn't remember.  She slipped off her shoes and pants
and placed the pants over the back of the chair.  The
boots took some doing, but she stood up and walked over
to the very large floor to ceiling mirror in the
bedroom just off the living room.  She realized there
were mirrors all over the room.  She liked it.
     The boots looked fantastic.  She had great legs
and very long thighs (Heather loved to shave her) and
tonight they never looked better.
     She heard a whistle behind her.  She turned and
Terry was grinning and handed her another full glass of
wine.  "Now, I should look so good in them.  Very, very
sexy!"
     "Hard to walk in though, with the loops."  She
sipped wine and looked in the mirror, turning and
admiring herself.
     "Care for the rest of the outfit?"  Terry was
casual, almost teasing.  She was holding her breath.  
     Traci kept turning.  "Sure, why not."  She put the
glass down and began to unbutton her blouse.  She was
just releasing her gorgeous tits from their satin
encasements when Terry returned with the halter and the
bag.  She was dripping with excitement.
     "Umm, we should have gotten the panties off before
the boots went on.  Oh, well, you can't have
everything."  
     "They should go."  Traci was a little unsteady on
her feet.  She pushed the panties down and fought the
leg holes up and over the tops of the leather and then
pushed them down hard.  It was a struggle for the first
six inches, then her thighs narrowed and they went
down.  Terry leaned down and pushed them over the metal
loops and Traci stepped out of them.  Terry looked up
and was at the level of Traci's very plush black bush. 
The faint aroma of Traci's pussy reached her and her
excitement grew.
     "God, Traci, what great tits.  I've been watching
them all night.  Mesmerizing, that's what they are."
     "That's what Heather says all the time.  She can't
keep her eyes off them.  And I like it that way."
     Terry moved behind Traci and reached past her and
held the harness out. She moved in close and her own
breasts flattened out on Traci's warm back.  The heat
from her swollen flesh spread into Traci and Traci
instinctively moved back and into the warmth.
     She held her hand up and into the holes that Terry
indicated.  As the harness settled back, the bulging
flesh of her tits began to squeeze into the small
openings, but flattened back and progress was stopped
     "No problem."  Terry reached around, using the
mirror to let her see, and began to squeeze the flesh
through the holes from the side, pushing more and move
of it through.  Traci's tits now stood straight out and
bulged in a way she'd never seen.  And they were tight,
just like Terry told there they would be.
     "Hurt?"
     "No, pleasantly tingly, just like you said."
     "OK, breath out and hold it."
     Traci obeyed and in a flash, Terry tightened all
five straps and Traci felt her ribs compress as the
leather encased her in a very tight embrace.  Her tits
now felt like they would explode, the skin was so
tight.  She grunted.
     "Breath."
     Traci found she could barely draw any breath. 
Shallow breathing at best.
     "Awfully tight.  Can't breath much."
     "Perfect."  Terry handed her some wine. And Traci
swallowed the rest.  Very lightheaded, she staggered to
the bed and sat.
     Terry joined her there, bringing the bag.  "Now,
let me show you some other nice benefits."  She ran her
fingernails over the stretched skin on the tits and
nipples.  They burned and ached.  The fire increased. 
Terry trapped each nipple in her nails and squeezed the
rock hard flesh.  An intense spark shot down her front.
     Traci gasped and groaned.  One of Terry's hands
kept busy on a breast and the other disappeared below
the edge of the bed.  Traci was away of activity near
her feet, but paid no attention to it.  The feelings in
her breasts had her very aroused.
     "Stand."
     With Terry's help, she was on her feet and very
wobbly.  
     Elbows back honey.  She did it without thinking
and a bar slid along her back and past her arms.  She
could no longer move her arms.
     She started to protest and Terry popped the ball
gag into her mouth before she saw it coming.  She was
beginning to panic and couldn't breath.  Her tits were
on fire and her pussy not far behind, and fear was
trying to drive the cobwebs from her mind.
     Terry spun her around and pushed her onto the bed
face down on her hard boobs.  The exploded in a wave of
pain that settled back into more fire.  She suddenly
felt the unexpected spreader bar between her feet,
attached at the metal inside boot loops, just as Terry
unlatched in and extended it another foot and locked it
again.  
     She felt tugging at her back and the her feet were
jerked around and her feet were suddenly pulled up
backwards and the bar trapping her arms was pulled down
a bit. She only had the tiniest bit of mobility of her
arms and then Terry took that away as she slipped
leather straps around her arms just above the elbows
and pulled her elbows together behind her back. 
Another strap went around her waist and wrist clamps
were attached to rings on the waist belt.  There was no
pain, but her tits were exploding with ache.  She
groaned.
     Terry rolled her onto her side and slowly off the
bed.  The floor had a soft gym mat she hadn't noticed
and she was eased onto her knees She sat back on her
heels and Terry instantly tightened the strap from the
bar to her heels.
     "Comfy?"  Terry was so excited as she stripped
naked.
     Traci stared.  She was excited and afraid.  This
girl had her totally in her control.  It was so fast.
     Terry kneeled in front of her.  "Now, I said you
have to completely trust your partner.  I'm not crazy
and I have no intention of hurting you.  I find this
intensely exciting, to tie other people up.  Then
masturbate in front of them.  It's my thing.  Now, I
know you are afraid at this point, but I can tell you
are also very excited.  I'm going to wait a few minutes
and ask you if you want to be released.  If you nod
your head up and down as yes, I'll let you go
immediately.
If you agree to stay tied up, I promise you a really,
really good time..
     She ran her hands over the turgid tits and
squeezed them hard.  They burned and Traci's pussy
burned in spite of her fear.  Terry licked then and
left them to dry as she went to get more wine for
herself.  She never knew if the person would demand to
be release and head for the police, or play along.  But
she always played fair and always let them go if they
asked.  She drank her wine and pulled some smaller
things out of another bag.  Always be prepared for
success.
     After five minutes, she re-entered the bedroom.  
     "Traci," she said softly, "would you like to be
released."
     It was crazy.  Traci didn't know this person.  But
in the five minutes since Terry left, just thinking
about all the degrading things that could happen to her
got her so excited she couldn't believe it.  There was
a pause.  She should flee.  Find Heather and run for
it.
     She shook her head no.
     Terry hugged her.  "I'm going to take the gag out
now.  No yelling, OK, it goes back in till we're done." 
The gag came out.  Traci still couldn't breath.  She
was lightheaded.
     More licking of her tits.  Cold.  Fire.  Cold
fire.  She was going to faint from excitement.
     Something moved between her legs and Sherry smiled
as she inserted a long dildo up Traci's pussy..  She
was slick and it went right in, held by the narrow end
and a ring suddenly fitted over her hard clit.  It
stung and she felt full.  It was in very deep.
     "Hurt?"
     "No.  God, I'm so hot."
     "We are just getting you started, honey."
     "I'm lightheaded.  Too tight."
     "Nope, just right.  It's part of the effect."
     "Now, these are going to hurt.  A lot.  Don't yell,
OK?"  The warning was only seconds in front of the
action.
     The nipple clamps hurt like hell and tears sprung
from Traci's eyes.  She groaned.  The pain increased
and became an insistent fire, spreading over her front.
     Terry now hooked a wire to each nipple clamp and
pulled the breasts down by the clamps.  As tight as
they were, they gave very little and it hurt a lot.
     "Owwww!"
     "Shush!"
     Move movement between her legs.  A dildo went up
her ass.  Equally deep.  She groaned.  She loved anal
sex, but this was being lost in the pain and pleasure
pouring into her brain.
     "Please."  She had to breath.
     Terry sat back from her and spread her legs.  Her
sex was glistening and totally open with excitement as
she spread her legs almost complete opposite each
other.  She picked up a dildo and Traci saw it was
attached to a box on the floor between them.  Other
wires led up to her front, but she couldn't see over
her protruding chest.  Her head spun.  The more excited
she became, the less she could breath.
     Terry began to stroke the lips of her pussy with
the end of the dildo.  It was covered with bumps and
spikes and she groaned as it touched nerves and poked
at her clit and tender inner lips.
She continued this for some minutes, then stopped and
attached a small ring to her clit and rings to her own
tight nipples. More wires to the box.
     More stroking.  Then, the studded and obscene head
of the dildo eased past the inner lips and disappeared. 
A wave of contraction rippled across Terry's belly and
tightened around the end of the dildo.  The dildos
inside Traci jumped in response and a tingling shock
shot through her nipples.
     Traci groaned loudly.
     "This is the part where you get to watch me
masturbate.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I am.  
Ummmm.."  More ripples.  Traci squirmed.  Her arousal
soared. And she got even more lightheaded.  She was
floating.  Pain and pleasure mingled and she danced
among them.
     Terry was groaning as well.  Her own rings were
being stimulated as well and she approached her first
orgasm.  Her rings were stimulated far more strongly
than Traci's, allowing her to orgasm readily while
bringing Traci to orgasm far more slowly.  Just as
Terry liked it.  She would masturbate like this for
hours if her partner lasted.
     Traci lasted. And lasted and lasted.  Exhausted
from the trip, the wine, the meal and this sudden
encounter, she floated along for hours and Terry worked
up to orgasm after orgasm.  Each caused Traci's dildo's
to jump and jerk about and her breasts to burn more and
more intensely, but she only approached orgasm slowly. 
Her frustration was enormous and tears flowed down her
cheeks as she whimpered and moaned.
     And then, for the first time ever, Terry knew she
herself was exhausted from the unexpectedly long
session.  She changed a setting on the box between them
and the sensations increased in intensity, rising,
driving her higher and higher, and then, perfectly
timed with Terry's last orgasm, Traci fell off the edge
of the cliff and groaned and squeaked as she shook with
release.
     Her breath was even more choked and her
lightheadedness turned into a flash of light and she
fainted.
     It was several minutes later that she awoke in
Terry's arms.  The vest was released but still around
her.  The spreader bar and bar behind her back was
gone, as well as the rest of the restraints.  Terry was
stroking her.  It was some time before Traci could
focus.    
     "Are you OK, honey?"  Terry had never had someone
go out for so long.
     "I think so."  Traci sounded shaky.
     "Look, get on the bed and lay down a while.  I'll
make us some coffee.  Here, lets get the rest of this
off, the boots too."  It was a struggle with the boots,
as always, but then Traci was naked and Terry pulled a
sheet and blanket over her.  
     In spite of her exhaustion, Traci felt somehow a
glow, a soothing warm relaxation from the intense
sexual experience.
     Terry came back with a tray and a steaming pot.
     "Here, drink a little.  Listen, I went too far
tonight.  Got carried away a bit, what with you lasting
so long and all.  Are you sure you're OK?"  She really
sounded concerned and scared.
     "I'll be fine.  It was a bit intense.  And very
scary.  I mean, it was so fast.  I wasn't expecting you
to do that.  And for me to be so helpless so fast."
     "Yes, that's part of the plan to build fear and
enhance the sexual aspects."
     "It's really assault, you know.  Not telling me
first."  Traci wasn't at all sure she trusted Terry. 
Some of the residual fear was now turning to anger.
     "I know.  Really, I do.  I guessed you'd enjoy and
not complain.  Sometimes, I pick the wrong people to do
this to and I get in trouble."
     "I'll bet you do.  Is it worth the risk?"
     "I've tried it the other way, you know, totally
voluntary, and so on.  It's not the same.  I think I'm
addicted to the high from the fear and all.  It's
probably sick."  Terry looked down.
     "You have a point there Terry.  You should see
someone.  The voluntary part is fine for those who are
interested, but this way...."  She trailed off.  And
started to find her clothes and dress.
     "Did you."  Terry's voice was low.  "Did you enjoy
it?  At all?"
     "Yes.  Yes I did.  It was very scary and very new
and your little box of tricks had me just crazy with
lust.  When the orgasm came, it was very, very
intense."  She tucked in her blouse and then sat next
to Terry on the bed.  "But you really can't just assault
people this way.  You could end up in jail."
     "I know.  I know.  I don't seem to be able to help
myself."
     "Well, go talk to someone about it.  Now, let's go
find the rest of them at Donna's.  Oh, my gosh, look at
the time!"  They were both astonished at how the hours
had fled.  They were out of the flat and walking
swiftly through the night.  Traci took Terry's arm.
     Terry felt relieved and wondered if they were the
last ones to head for the orgy.  God, she didn't think
she had another orgasm in her.