Jennifer Discovers Herself · Part 4 (4/4)
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it. Then she cuts it short and lets it grow again.
Secretly I prefer her hair to be longer. Even though the little pigtails she makes are kinda cute.
“Jenjen? Where are you?” Katie calls out for me.
“Still in the closet…” comes my muffled reply.
“Oh silly, get out of there… It's been 20 minutes!” She laughs at me.
I push against the door and it opens without resistance. I step out into the brightly lit bedroom.
“Evil witch!” I accuse her. She tricked me again, I thought she locked the door.
“Hey, you’re the dummy who believes I would lock you in a closet for a dare…”
“Yea I guess,” I say.
“So I win, again!” Katie cheers.
I sigh, “Yeah, I guess…”
On and off we’ve been doing silly challenges. For the last few weeks at least. But today Katie comes up with one after another.
She dared me to stay locked in the closet for ten minutes. I believed the door was actually locked, so I didn't even try to get out and just sat there playing with my phone and forgot the time. She fooled me. Now she gets to challenge me again. If I had seen through her trick the roles reversed and I would have gotten to challenge her.
So far I haven’t even gotten a turn as she wins every time. Maybe I am a bit dumb after-all… Or do I enjoy her taking the lead a bit too much?
“Hey want an ice-cream? I made orange cones. I challenge you to take a big bite and swallow it whole…” Katie immediately gives her next dare.
“Oh, yes. That’ll be nice.” The closet was stuffy and warm. I could do with a cooldown.
Katie giggles and we head to the kitchen where I get a big orange/yellow ice-cream. But I don’t buy it.
“You take the big bite you meanie, this smells like mustard!” I accuse her, catching her trick.
“Fine, fine!” And she carefully licks the ice cone and pulls a face.
“Bite it!” I say.
“Nooo, it’s gross!” She pulls a funny face.
“SEE!?” I finally won!
“Alright, here’s a real one.” Katie pulls another cone from the mold and gives it to me.
I stick it in my mouth and suck on the cone as I pull it out without thinking.
“WUHHHH!” I sputter at the sharp taste of ice cold french mustard. And throw the ice-cream into the sink.
Katie doubles over laughing. “But really! I WIN!” She cheers.
“Ohhh you!” I chase after her, back to the bedroom where she hides in the closet laughing.
But that doesn’t stop me and I charge after her and catch Katie between our dresses and jackets, pressing my lips on hers.
“How do you come up with all that crap!” I gasp between kisses. I lean into her.
“Hehee, secret!” She avoids answering and pulls such a goofy face that we both burst out in laughter.
We sink to the floor kissing and touching each other up, making a mess from our clothes that fall off the hangers and get all crumpled.
Yes, we’re like stupid kids. Some days we’re just fucking around with each other. But usually we’re adults, honest.
Actually, most days we’re like this. But really, we’re adults… Trust me. I’m 32 years old after-all.
“Let’s do sexy or kinky challenges from now on…”
“Sure… If you like.” I don’t care either way, as long as it’s fun and playful.
“I dare you to get tied up and escape before the TV program ends.” Katie whispers in my ear.
I look startled at her. That’s a scary thought, and I’m not looking forward to that. I’ve been tied up exactly once in my life. Last year while on vacation, I had ‘unwanted sex’ and got robbed by my ‘masseuse’.
“But you trust me, right? Surely you can escape… If you’d really want to.” Katie pouts.
Five minutes later we’re on the couch and I’m tied hand and foot with three belts. I struggle with the tight loops Katie made. She sits next to me and flips channels on the TV.
I lean into her as if I curled up against her all cozy like, but my ankles and wrists are bunched up and stuck together. A belt is looped twice around my wrists, another twice around my ankles and the third belt cinches the other two and connects my wrists to my ankles in front of me.
I think Katie's power over me is arousing her, her nipples poke through her shirt. But she’s watching TV and not paying attention to me, so maybe not.
“GAH! TV is so boring these days…” Katie complains.
I agree, but I’m not paying attention to the screen. I’m twisting and pulling trying to get free. But it seems hopeless.
“Just pick a channel so you have your time limit…” I grumble. I don’t think I’m getting out of this.
Katie stops her channel surfing and it’s on some boring cooking show. By the looks of it they’re almost done making their cake or whatever.
“There! Have fun escaping.” Katie sweetly says and kisses me on my forehead. She then gets up, letting me fall onto my side with a squeal.
I look helplessly after her, but she walks out of the room and goes do whatever. I fidget in my bondage but there is no give. I suppose I’m tricked again… “Katie? How am I supposed to undo these buckles? You cheated me!” I call out for her.
But she just laughs and tells me to figure it out.
I hear her in the kitchen, probably cleaning up her fake ice cones.
I inspect my bondage with more attention and… Wait! The excess sticks up. I bet she didn’t think of that. I bite at the belt and struggle around, within a minute the cinching belt comes off. Next the one around my ankles and finally I pull on the buckle with my teeth and my wrists slip free.
I win!
“Got it!” I casually announce.
Katie pokes her head around the door and sees me sit cross-legged and victorious on the couch. “Ehm… Good for you.”
It’s very obvious she didn’t at all expect me to get loose.
Now I wish I was a bit more sexily creative or kinky… Because all I can come up with is for her to not wear underwear or for me to tie her up.
Neither seems a challenge for my super Katie…
No underwear while outside? Maybe? She already skips on her bra many times… No, I have to do better. I ponder my options while I look at the stupidly complicated cakes being examined on TV.
I hate cooking shows.
Then it hits me, I’ll make her wear underwear, made out of duct-tape. For at least an hour.
That’s a challenge for sure…
I sneak up on my girl and catch her as she’s mixing pudding powder with milk in a bowl. I wrap my arms around her from behind and lean my head on her shoulder.
Katie leans her head against mine and smiles. “Hey babe…”
I kiss her on her cheek.
“I challenge you to wear tape underwear for the rest of the day.” I announce, “Duct-tape…”
“Sure, make it a dress…” Katie casually replies.
“Eh?” She catches me off-guard.
“I guess I never told you… But I used to love duct-taping everything.”
“No, you never told me…” Crap, there goes my challenge.
“Let’s both do it, we’ll get some of that black tape and both wear a dress…” Katie suggests. “It’s so sexy…”
“Katieeee! It was supposed to be a little revenge for finally beating a challenge.” I whine.
Katie says nothing and stirs her bowl, grinning at her spatula as she remembers her college days.
“You really stick tape to yourself for fun?” I wonder.
“Oh sometimes, but I made a shirt out of tape. You know, non-sticky on both sides. And a wallet and purse. I did some other, ehh, stuff too. I always thought it was fun.” Katie sort of explains.
“AHA!” I call out over her shoulder.
“What?” Katie wants to know.
“My challenge is to stick your underwear to your skin!” I'm suddenly way too enthusiastic.
“That’ll hurt…” Katie whispers.
“Oh, poor Kat can’t handle a little tape?” I taunt her.
“Fine, I’ll do it, but if I win… Ehh, how do I win?”
“Uhm… Let’s say if you don’t complain about it by 10PM you beat the dare.” I set the target.
She smirks, “Fine! But when I win you sleep with your hands taped!”
Easy, I think… “Deal!”
I search under the sink and find a big roll of tape.
When I return to Katie she’s already naked and I lose myself at the sight. Damn!
She’s a neat woman, no tattoos, no blemishes, no nothing. Not a hair in sight below her ears.
So smooth and perfect looking.
"You actually want it, hm?" I laugh at her already being naked.
"Sure, duct-tape is fun. It's been years since I did anything with it."
Hmm…
I say nothing more and get to work. I press a quick kiss on her vagina lips and stick a strip of tape slightly off-center over the length of them. Then another on the other side. A few more shorter bits to make a bikini front. I’m very careful to not make creases. Then, from behind her I have her spread her butt cheeks and from the middle I stick on a strip of tape going up between her cheeks to the small of her back. Again being careful to minimize creases and folds.
Then a few windings around her hips and the ‘bikini’ is done.
“That’s tight…” Katie quietly moans.
I rub her vagina and her legs buckle. “You’re OK?”
She bites her lower lip and nods. “I’ll get you, when I get out of this.” She promises with a whimper.
Next is her chest. “Tube top? Or a bikini top?” I ask. Not sure how to do either.
“Make it a tank-top, from here…” She holds her hand about two inches below her breasts, “To here…” She points above her breasts. “And then halter straps.”
I consider that and agree, just wrap all the way round and over her big C-cups. And I proceed to stick tape to her stomach and start winding around and up.
“Tight…” Katie mumbles a few minutes later.
Her chest looks tiny now. Somehow. I just followed her body shape and didn’t pull on anything. Still, her C-cup now looks flatter than my B-cup. Weird.
“It’s OK? Not too tight?” I ask.
Katie flexes her body and I see her chest strain the tape. She takes a deep breath and seems fine.
I add a few more strips for the halter straps and admire my handiwork.
The shiny grey tape looks neat. Very smooth for the most part. There is no way she’ll actually enjoy this for the next five hours. So I expect many complaints.
“Well, there you go, ms. dummymummy. Not a peep until 10 PM or you’ll lose.” I announce.
Katie nods with a grim look and doesn’t look very comfortable. “I’ll read my book…” She quietly says.
She puts the pudding mix in the fridge and reads her book for a while. Right after dinner she dozes off and lays splayed out on the soft rug in front of the couch with her mouth agape. We often lounge on the rug as if it’s a picnic blanket.
I take her picture and think nothing of it.
Katie made herself sleep so she can more easily win the challenge, skipping a few hours. But I don’t realize that.
Around 9 PM Katie stirs and stares at the ceiling. She looks very flustered and idly rubs her crotch.
“Hey babe, how is it?” I sit on the couch with my feet on her thigh, wiggling my toes while I watch a movie.
“I’m so horny…” She whispers, barely audible over the noise from the TV. She grasps for my foot and kisses my ankle.
“One hour to go, Kat!” I sternly tell her. “Was that a complaint?”
“No, no. Just saying.” Katie absentmindedly mumbles. She keeps rubbing her crotch and breasts.
With my other foot I press on her crotch, “Tape got you all worked up huh?”
“The stick and pull on my skin… The smell… Oh my god, you should try it.” Katie moans as my foot presses down harder.
I think we found a fetish… “So I’ll add more tape then?” I jokingly offer.
She looks at me from the floor, “Would you?”
I stare at her, “What? Like turn you into a mummy?”
Her wanton eyes betray her, but she says, “Maybe add socks or something. For the last hour.”
I smirk at her look. “Yeah ok… Just a sec.”
Ten minutes later she has silver feet. Five Minutes after that, stumpy hands.
“Whoa trippy…” Katie grins, she's sliding her feet over the rug and bumping her useless hands together.
“Here sit, I’ll get you a drink…” I tell her and push her upright against the couch. “Beer? Tea? Coke?”
“Beer, yes. Thanks!” She looks lovingly at me. “Love you Jenny, thanks for this.”
I wink at her and go get the drinks.
True to Katie’s word I sleep with taped hands that night. After I released her we finished the movie I was watching and when we went to bed she taped me up.
I assumed that she meant to tie my wrists together, but she did what I did and made me ball up my hands and with a few strips of tape made stumps out of my hands.
So kinky… She likes this stuff way too much, and wonder if she only made clothes with it.
The loss of my hands is exciting though, I keep kissing her and trying to be sexy, but without hands there isn’t much I can do but kiss and lick.
A few days later Katie comes home with a box full of tape. Something awakened in her and her old ‘hobby’ is a renewed activity. Not so much the making clothes and accessories part, no, she has more kinky ideas.
We make some room in the living room, setting the coffee table aside so we have the whole rug to play on. Katie has this wild idea…
She first has me strip and tapes my ankles together. Then she ties my wrists together behind my back and finally she tapes my mouth shut. A strip over my lips, another under my chin and then a few windings around my head.
I squirm uncomfortably, not sure what she's up to and 'mmph' nervously at her. But she says nothing and presses a kiss on my taped mouth.
"I'll join you soon, just you wait…" She whispers.
Then she gets naked herself and sticks her left foot between my legs and tapes her own ankles together.
Scooting around so our bodies are more or less parallel and I helplessly watch her tape her own face, same way as mine.
I ‘mmph’ in distress. But she just winks at me. I then watch her make a little mat of tape. 5 or so strips overlapping, about 20 inches long, it looks like a sticky doormat.
Just as I wonder what the hell she’s doing she places her hands folded in the middle of the sticky mat and rolls them left and right, wrapping them in the tape and we’re stuck.
With our legs entangled we're both super helpless. Even more so because we can’t talk. I stare at what she's doing to us and miss the idea of what she’s up to really. Now we can't get out… Great…
We can't get out! Realizing that I stare at her with wide eyes. How are we ever going to get loose now?
Katie sees my distress and nods at my hands, but I don’t get it and just stare back.
Katie is not worried at all and scoots closer to me, with her bound body she pushes me on my back and grinds her crotch on my thigh.
Fucking hell she looks hot doing that, the silver tape on her face. The muffled grunts. I instantly forget my worries. I moan along with her as her leg rubs my pussy. And we frantically moan while humping each other for the next few minutes.
She gets even closer and hooks her taped hands behind my head. Now we’re truly stuck together.
Damn this is sexy. I never knew Katie was this kinky and wonder what she did in college with this stuff. What kind of kinky orgies she participated in.
Our heads press together, but we can’t kiss. And we stare in each other's eyes. Katie is obviously enjoying herself so much, she looks like she’s about to orgasm already. I’m super excited too, but I also feel scared, and it holds me back a little.
We ‘mmph’ at each other and Katie tugs on her arms, but she’s stuck around my neck. Her helpless panicky moans are concerning, but the helpless struggle proves to be too much. I feel her tense up and twitch as she cums.
Did she just get off on panic and fear? Or is she just excited? I moan back at her and grind my crotch into her but can't really get the leverage I need to orgasm.
So frustrating.
Katie mumbles at me with fear in her eyes. I finally recognize the urgency, something is not going the way she planned. She frantically tugs on her arms, trying to get them over my head but she can’t move them enough and remains stuck.
After several minutes of struggling I end up on top of her and feel our breasts press together. I still don’t really get why she’s so frantic. But now I'm on top, so I grind into her leg.
Ahhh, much better. I squeal and writhe against her body and really enjoy our helpless struggle, but also my silly orgasm.
I breathe heavily through my nose and slip down a little, resting my head on her chest and I close my eyes.
Finally she can lift her arms sufficiently and my head escapes from her arms.
“Ohm goo iahhly” (Oh god finally!) Katie groans with relief and she immediately relaxes.
We’re lying still for ages. 2 sweaty chicks, tied up together. We must be quite the sight.
For the next 30 or so minutes we slowly grind and rub on each other and quietly moan and gasp. We repeatedly stare at each other in sexy bliss.
“OW ou ie eht Out?” (How do we get out?) I moan at Katie.
“Uus ur ants…” (Use your hands…) She groans.
But my hands are taped on my back, far from any tape I can reach.
It takes almost half an hour of muffled encouragement and cursing from Katie to finally make me understand what she wants. She’s so frustrated with thick-headed me.
We separate our legs first. I think. So I scoot down and sideways so my vagina rubs along the length of her leg. I can then reach her ankles and peel the tape off. Then, we reposition ourselves so I can pull the tape of her hands. Fidgeting blindly behind my back takes a while and a lot of cursing.
What a chore!
And with her hands free she can release my hands and ankles. Twenty minutes later we sit on our knees staring at each other with glee. The tape still on our mouths. But our eyes show our obvious enjoyment.
Mission accomplished I guess?
I peel her gag off, and she mine. Immediately after, we dive onto each other in a passionate kiss.
“Fuck that was hot!” I gasp when I come up for air.
“Hell yes!” Katie agrees. "But my arms, totally stuck and scary!"
“Come!” I hush, I don't care… And pull her to her feet and drag her to the shower.
We stink of sweat and glue. We leave the living room behind in disarray. There is torn and mangled tape everywhere.
“You came up with that just today?” I wonder.
“No, well yes. Kinda. I used to do this alone. In college.”
“Oh… How? Aren’t those shared rooms?” I glance at her over my shoulder.
“Yea, how do you think I found out I like girls…”
“I see…” I mumble, soaping myself up. “WAIT WHAT?! YOU GOT CAUGHT?”
“Oh yes…!” Katie confirms with a weird glint in her eyes.
“Damn…” I laugh, but I’m immediately thinking back to me being tied and robbed. Not at all the same situation, but I imagine the humiliation Katie must’ve felt is quite similar.
“What happened then?” I curiously ask.
“Ehm, well, my roommate threatened to tell everyone. But then she coerced me to eat her out. I didn't want to do it at first, but she sat down on my face and said she would tell everyone anyway if I didn't. So, yeah… I kinda had to…” Her voice trails off.
“That sounds like assault… Katie!” I hug her. Maybe our misadventures aren’t all that different after all.
“It’s not, not really.” Katie thinks.
I say nothing at first, but offer my support, “If you ever feel you want to talk about it. I’m always here for you, ok?”
I kiss her collarbone and neck up to her ear more than twenty times with kind, sweet affection. “I love you so much. Tell me anything you want, yes? Don’t hold back.”
“Did you ever go out with a guy at all?” I never asked her that. I dated and slept with dozens of men before her…
I know Katie dated a few women, but her last real relationship was a looooong time ago.
“No…, well a couple of times. But it didn't feel right.”
I tickle under her breasts and try to lighten the mood. Kissing her again.
"Did you have sex?" I guess we never talked about that either.
"Twice, it was alright I guess. But when I found tape, I thought that that was more interesting at the time."
“Heh, pervert… Hey, let’s do more soon, OK?”
Katie nods. “I have more ideas…”
“Cool!”
A few days later Katie admits that it was kind of like sexual abuse. But she chooses to not think of it like that. Just a stupid girl trying to get her way with her. Plus, in a way it helped her find her way in her sexuality.
“We’re actually very similar, you know?" I whisper at her. "We both turned lesbian the same way… And we both kinda lie about it.”
“Yes I know… I thought of that when you told me about you.” Katie says with downcast eyes. “I never told anyone about this.”
“Oh, Kat… Damn…” I hug her closely. “Talk to me if you want, OK?” I reiterate my support.
Then she cheers up, “Yes… But fuck that, fuck everyone and fuck the world! I don’t care about that anymore.”
Her cheery mood is fake, I think, an act. like me, she probably hides her shame or pain, or whatever. I guess everybody carries that for the rest of their lives.
That conclusion eases my mind a little.
I treat my darling for pizza that night, a restaurant I haven’t been to in over a year. They really have great food. It’s in Kensington, I used to eat there with my ex, Colin, all the time.
We share a massive Ham and Mushroom pizza and drink many beers.
I got her to wear a dress for once. We both do. Her strong arms and legs contrast with the feminine outfit. I think it’s very attractive.
People around us think so too, we collect three phone numbers that night. But more importantly, most of our beer is free.
We walk arm-in-arm toward the subway and ride the almost empty train back to Woolwich. I lean into her and fall asleep. What a busy and exciting day.
Over the next few months we experiment with a few more positions to tie ourselves with tape.
One time for funsies she wore her strapon and taped our bodies together with the dildo inserted into me. With effort she taped our ankles, then around our knees. Around our waist and just below our arms.
Since we couldn’t move much, not so exciting… Getting the tape of our legs without being able to reach it properly was too much of a hassle too. It was a wasted effort really. Such a position is exciting for about five minutes.
Another time on a dare, she had me wrap so much tape around her that she might as well be a mummy. From her ankles to her neck, every one or two inches, two or more windings of tape encircled her. Fun for a while, but when I sat on her face and made her eat me out Katie got all upset and scolded me afterwards. We didn’t talk for the rest of the day.
Not a good day.
We do our first position sometimes, it’s probably the most exciting lovemaking I ever did. Super stuck, our naked bodies pressed close together. It’s great, and once we figured out the arms-over-the-head situation, that got more exciting and fun too.
One time we spent the entire evening stuck together like that. Without taping our mouths, it was super intimate and cute.
Katie is really a weirdo for liking duct-tape so much, even the smell of it. Why not use handcuffs for example? I don't really get it. But whatever.
Sometimes, and this is her idea, we wear a strip of tape around our wrist or ankle. Our secret bond when we go out.
No, we’re not weird at all!
Yesterday we started making plans to go adventuring in Italy. On the island Sicily. Apparently there are things like an old mine and abandoned towns. Camping in a mine shaft? Or in a ruined house? Super interesting.
Without my darling I would’ve never thought of that.
Yes… She really came through and set me free.
Jennifer Discovers Herself · Part 4 (4/4)
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