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What's Gotten Into Jennifer?
By Adrian Hunter


"Oh, those're nipple clamps.  Like this."

Karen took Jennifer's pinkie and placed it between the black plastic tips of
the tweezers-like device, then started sliding the little metal loop up.

Amazing.  Just amazing.

Karen laughed at her friend's obvious consternation.  
"You should try wearing them all night."

Jennifer had never for a moment imagined that Karen and her husband were into
this sort of thing.  But from the looks of it, they were definitely pros.

The girls had been talking about their spouses, as usual, and after several
glasses of wine, Karen had started bragging about her great sex life with
Robert.  When she brought up bondage, Jennifer figured she meant a silk scarf
around the wrists, not an oversized briefcase filled with leather and rope and
all sorts of weird toys which Karen was now describing.

Jennifer pulled out a short dildo shaped like a Christmas tree.

"Butt plug," Karen said.  Then she burst into manic giggles.

Later, Karen showed Jennifer some magazines filled with nothing but pictures of
women bound in some very unusual, and possibly quite painful, positions. 
Jennifer was transfixed by the images.  It was all so strange, yet she couldn't
help imagining what it would be like to be tied up herself.  It
was...intriguing.  No, make that exciting.

That night, Jennifer went out of her way to let her husband know that he was
going get some later on.  When they were in the preliminary stages of what
promised to be a wild romp, Jennifer whispered heavily in his ear that he could
do whatever he wanted to her tonight.  When he answered with the inevitable
what-did-you-have-in-mind, she held her arms over her head and pretended to
struggle.

But he didn't seem to get it, so she reached down and began stroking his balls.
 "You'd better make sure I can't get away," she purred.

"What, you want me to tie you up?  Really?  Gee, I never...well, sure, but..."

Jennifer tried hard not to sigh.  Good old David.  Mr. Missionary.  He wasn't
much for experimentation in bed, and in truth, Jennifer hadn't much minded.
Until now.

He finally succeeded in tying her wrists to the headboard with her bathrobe
sash, but that was all he could manage before they started a standard round of
belly flopping.  When he finished, he immediately freed her, gave her a big
kiss, and rolled over in preparation for his post-coital coma.

Jennifer lay on her back, waiting for the regular breathing that signaled
David's departure from the land of the living.  Her hands twitched nervously on
her private parts as she tried to forget her disappointment and focused on the
dark visions burned into her head that afternoon with Karen.

As her fingers pushed harder against her moist sex, she saw herself bound and
gagged and abused in ways she had never considered.  Clamps, dildos, Karen's
whip with the long flat strips of leather hanging from a thick handle...her
hands were flying now...strapped to a chair, hog-tied on the floor,
hanging...Jennifer could feel the climax building up like a balloon with too
much air...elbows tied, moaning...moaning... here it comes...a man grabs her
hips and positions his cock against the puckered brown circle between her
exposed cheeks...he starts pushing forward...faster, faster...oh...
ohmigod...oh...oh...ohohoh...uummMMMPPHHH!

When Jennifer's groin exploded, she finally saw the face of her imaginary
tormentor.  Robert.

No.  She couldn't do that to Karen.

Could she?

The question really was, could she not?

Nobody would have to know.  

David stirred fitfully as she trembled and heaved against him.  Poor boy, she
thought.  He doesn't know what he's going to miss.

She smiled and closed her eyes.  Good thing Karen travels a lot.

"I might just have to take a little business trip myself," Jennifer said softly
to her pillow as she drifted off.

It didn't take her long to put together a plan.  She was fairly confident she
could get Robert into the sack.  He was forever flirting with her, and Karen
had mentioned a bit of an obsession with her chest.  Even though her friend was
slim and attractive, Jennifer knew her own charms were considerable.  Although
she was forever trying to lose five pounds, she recognized that most men had a
tendency to gaze downward when they talked to her.  One even told her she had
the kind of body that inspired sculptors, which was flattering until he added
that she could pose for him any time.

Jennifer only had to wait a few days before Karen announced she had to attend a
critical meeting in Chicago, and she figured she might as well do some
prospecting while she was there.  David wasn't too happy to hear about her own
sudden trip to Kansas City, but Jennifer promised to only stay as long as
absolutely necessary.

"Well, if you're not going to be around, maybe I'll take a few days off and do
some midweek skiing," he said.  Jennifer enthusiastically agreed, relieved she
wouldn't have to book hotel rooms and engage in related subterfuges.

Once she got David heading north ("oh, don't bother calling me in Kansas City.
Just enjoy yourself"), she needed a strategy to seduce Robert.  Should she
simply show up unannounced at his house?  Call and propose a dinner date?  Try
to lure him to a hotel?  She decided she would call and offer to bring over a
dish of lasagna that she had planned to serve to David that night, and would he
help her eat it instead?

Robert was agreeable.  "You know that Karen's gone," he had said at first, but
Jennifer could tell by his tone of voice he wasn't thinking what she was
thinking.  After polishing off a bottle of wine apiece, Jennifer shifted into
bedroom-eyes mode and it didn't take long before they were grappling and
groping and peeling off clothes as if they were bananas.

As they rolled onto the oversized brass bed, Jennifer reached for the
headboard, looked straight into Robert's eyes and told him she knew what he
really wanted to do.

"Are you sure?" he had asked with a wry grin.

"I know all about your little secret,"  she replied as she spread her legs in a
wide V.

"Have you ever done this before?"

"Yes.  No.  But I really want to.  Please?"

"Well, you don't have to beg."

He swung his feet to the floor.

"Yet."

Where was he going, she thought as he left the bedroom.  The briefcase is right
under the bed...

He quickly returned holding a handful of old ties, then climbed on top of her
and started wrapping one around her left wrist.

"Aren't you going to tie my ankles, too?" she pouted when he seemed to be
finished.

"My, what a demanding little slave you are."

She closed her eyes and let out a soft cry as he pulled her feet toward the
ends of the bed.

He used the last tie as a blindfold, which scared Jennifer just a little.  "Why
don't you use it as a gag instead?" she suggested.

"Don't tempt me," he replied from the other side of the room.  "I might not
ever take it off."

"It's in the briefcase."

"Oh, so you know about that.  All in good time."

Jennifer pretended to struggle, but she couldn't tell what effect it had on
Robert.  He was being awfully quiet.

Something brushed against the inside of one thigh, then the other, then her
stomach.  She felt her muscles tighten involuntarily.

"Don't...I'm really ticklish."

Damn.  That was a mistake, she told herself.

"You were right about the gag," she heard him say as he filled her mouth with
her panties.  He must have found another old tie to wrap around the lower part
of her face.

Jennifer felt herself rise off the bed as Robert worked a pillow, then another,
under her bottom, causing her limbs to stretch just far enough so she couldn't
really move at all.  The unfamiliar sensation of cool air between her legs made
her shiver.  She was very restrained, and very vulnerable.

You asked for this, she told herself as Robert resumed drawing lazy circles
with his oversized feather, this time on one of her knees.  When he started on
the soles of her feet, she yelped, but it only encouraged him to make it worse.

As he slowly traced the plume's tip up and down various parts of her body,
Jennifer's crotch started to feel like it was filled with static electricity.
Then, after exploring practically every square inch of exposed flesh, he went
to work on her pussy.

She soon stopped trying to maintain her cool and let loose with a loud series
of groans.  After what seemed like hours of torment, she distinctly heard
Robert chuckle before he placed his mouth over the top of her mound and sucked
her clitoris between his teeth.

Jennifer literally saw stars as her body was wracked by the convulsions of her
towering climax.

And then he wouldn't stop sucking.

Here it comes again...

She felt her nipples being squeezed hard, and screamed into her now-sopping
gag.

When he finally let go, Jennifer thought she was going to pass out.  She had
lost count of the number of orgasms he'd caused, but she was sure it was her
personal best.  

Robert left her panting for a good 20 minutes.  When he finally untied her, she
collapsed into his arms dramatically.

"That was...that was...beyond words."

"Mmmmm."

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

"Briefcase and all?"

Silence.

"Please?  Pretty please?"

"OK.  On one condition."

"Anything."

"I want you to go out and buy something special to wear for me.  Something
you've never even considered before.  Something that's beyond embarrassing.
Something that leaves nothing to the imagination."

"Anything particular in mind."

"Surprise me.  Just make sure it's slutty."

Robert reached down and goosed Jennifer hard.

"Like you."


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