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.