Good Neighbor Samantha · Part 1 (1/2)
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Part One "Sam, I have a favor to ask you."
We were drinking coffee in Barb's kitchen. I had been debating about whether taking another cookie was worth the additional time I would have to spend on the elliptical. Answering her would at least delay that decision.
"I want you to put me in a strait jacket," she said calmly.
"A strait jacket? Are you insane?" I responded.
"No," she answered, "We had to buy it online." She often made strange statements like that. I've learned to ignore them.
"Why would you want to be trapped in one of those?"
"It's Tim's birthday." she said, taking a sip of her coffee. She was on a roll. Two bat-shit crazy sentences in one minute.
"Won't he think it's odd when he comes home and finds you all tied up?"
"Of course he'll be surprised," Barb said brightly, "He knows I can't get into it on my own." She looked at her watch. "He'll be home in an hour so we don't have much time. Will you help me?"
"If I must," I said, "Lead me to your dungeon."
She paused for a moment, then said. "No, everything is already laid out in the bedroom." I was not going to ask.
As we climbed the stairs to her bedroom, Barb asked, "Have you ever tightened a corset?"
A corset! Okay! Now it all made sense! She didn't mean an actual strait jacket, it was just an euphemism. I finished the cookie, ( I'm weak, I know, I know) and followed her to the bedroom.
I walked through the door and saw the strait jacket displayed on her bed in all its euphemistic glory. It was a deep blue with black highlights.
I had seen jackets on TV, but they were always large, bulky things made out of dirty old canvas. This one was tailored to fit Barb and made of something smooth and shiny.
"Don't you love it? Barb asked, "Tim's from Charlotte."
I don't know where the thought came from, but I suddenly was worried that Barb was planning on putting me into that jacket. And that was not gonna happen!
"Didn't you say something about a corset?" I asked, planning my escape.
"This?" she asked. She had taken off her shirt to reveal her bra and corset. Both were blue with black.
Apparently bondage requires color co-ordination.
Her jeans were quickly peeled off, displaying a pair of panties and stockings. Do I really have to mention the colors?
She spun around and backed towards me. "This is so loose it has been driving me crazy all day!"
"Wait," I said, stalling, "How long have you been in this?"
"I always wear one. Haven't you ever noticed? Now please tighten it!"
Keeping watch for some trick, I pulled at the knot and it quickly released. Silently wondering what I was really getting into, I grabbed two handfuls of laces and pulled.
"Not backwards, " Barb complained, "Pull to the side!. The laces from the left are pulled to the right and the…"
I tried her method, cutting her off in mid sentence.
"Ohhhhhhh yeah," she purred, "Like that."
I knotted the laces and … "Don't stop! Its not tight enough!"
Really?
I tried again. "Now?" I asked.
"Not yet.
I pulled again. "Now"?
"A little morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeee YES!" She ran her hands down her narrowed waist following the flare of her hips. "That's the real me!"
I'll stick with my elliptical, if it's all the same to you.
"Aren't you afraid Tim will take advantage of you when you're all tied up?" I asked.
"Afraid? That's the reason I'm doing this! When he sees me bound and gagged, he becomes a new man. His cock becomes enormous and he lasts twice as long!
I really didn't ask for details.
"But what if he does something you don't want…like anal?
"Bondage is a trust. I give my freedom to him, knowing that he will protect me and NEVER take advantage of me! As for anal…the beads are in the bottom drawer along with the lube. Now, when I'm properly bound in my new toy, please strap my legs open. You'll find the cuffs under the bed. Oh, my gag is in the top drawer."
I had to be awake. I could never dream this weird.
She moved in front of the mirror on the closet door. "Now to wrap Tim's present!"
The bottom of her restraint was closed, like a one-piece swim suit. She stepped into it and pulled/wriggled it up her legs.
Okay, like an EXTREMELY tight one-piece. It was thin, very thin. The outline of her panty was clearly visible, yet the way she yanked it up meant she wasn't worried about it ripping. She put her arms into the sleeves but was unable to get the jacket on her shoulders by herself.
"Little help?" she requested.
I moved in front of her to shift the strait jacket.
"From behind! I wanna watch!"
Are all slaves this fussy? From behind I slid the smooth material up her offered arms and onto her shoulders. There were four sets of straps and buckles on the back. I started at the top.
"Nice and tight, Nice and …oh yeah…" She purred. Her encased hands in constant motion: cupping her breasts, caressing her flattened tummy or rubbing her pussy.
Once I had finished all four straps, I didn't want to be told it was too loose so I pulled each strap a bit more tight.
By this time I doubted she was still capable of giving instructions. Barb was reduced to sighs and sensual moans.
She had already threaded her arms through a loop at the front of the jacket as she tried to fit them into the loops on the side. I pulled the long sleeves through each side loop and buckled it at her back.
"And we're done." I said, eager to return to the real world.
Barb jumped on the bed and spread her legs wide. I found leather cuffs with short chains at the foot of the mattress.
Cuffing her legs wide, I hurried to leave before she added anymore to this craziness. I wasn't fast enough.
"Hello?" Barb complained, "I'm still vocal."
Shouldn't I be the one giving orders?
I pulled opened the drawer and found her gag sitting on a pile of toys that I'd rather not get into. (And vice-versa)
The gag strap was looped around a padded leather blindfold.
Subtle girl that Barb.
As I blindfolded her, she moaned and shifted her hips. She seemed to suck the gag into her mouth.
Now I had to be done…no, I wasn't.
For years I've been selling cosmetics out of my house and Barb had never bought, or even tried any of my lipsticks.
I dug through my purse and found the perfect color in a side pocket: 'I'm Ready-Red.'
I pulled her lips away from the black ball and carefully colored them. She tried to move away but…well…she wasn't going anywhere.
"Stop twitching!" I ordered, "You don't want me to smear this!"
She froze and I finished painting her lips hot-red.
I felt funny as I left her house. I mean I had just left my best friend bound and helpless. Yes it was at her request, but if anything happened to her before Tim got home, it would be my fault.
I had decided to call her in 90 minutes, unless I saw Tim's car come home before that.
I saw Tim's car pull into her driveway.
Okay, that problem was solved. I glanced at my watch. I had plenty of time for a workout before Nick and the kids got home. I usually listen to an audio book as I exercise: but Barb had given me too much to think about.
I changed into my workout gear: a ratty T shirt and shorts, and started pumping.
Was Barb oppressed? She seemed happy. Delirious even. Tim loved her and she adored him. More than that, she trusted him.
I wasn't sure if I could trust Nick that far. He was always talking about slipping it up my ass…what would he do if I couldn't stop him?
And her every day lingerie was better than my Nick's Birthday stuff. Didn't Nick deserve to see his wife in fancy undies? Dammit, didn't I deserve to feel special? Even when I was helping the kids with their homework, there was no reason that I couldn't have something special on…just for us.
Having burned off the cookies, I jumped into the shower, still thinking. I had no interest in the bondage, but I was determined to show Nick that the hot girl he married was still breathing.
After drying off I started looking for something to surprise Nick with for later. I didn't have a corset but I was…no, wait, I DID own a corset. I had only worn it on our wedding day, but I knew right where it was.
I admired it as I carried it down from the attic. Heavily boned and covered in appliqued satin it had cost me so much…but the look on his face when the dress came off was…was…something I hadn't seen in years.
Unfortunately, the only person who might help me put it on was currently mid-fuck. I doubt she'd appreciate the interruption.
I wrapped it around me and…okay, I loosened the laces as much as I could, THEN I wrapped it around me, hooking the busk thingies in front. I looked in the mirror…very nice, even before tightening. My breasts were almost popping out of the half cups.
So…I tightened. I felt taller from the first pull. My titties got bigger as my waist shrank. Knowing I would be stuck in this for a while, I didn't attempt the drastic reduction like Barb. The stockings were a struggle, (Who could bend?) but after a bit of groaning, I managed to glide the white silk up my legs. Then my panty which was a whisper of more silk.
I debated about wearing a dress, but that would spoil the unveiling for Nick, so I put on my standard jeans and blouse. I chose a heavier shirt than I normally wear, hoping to hide the corset.
And…they'd all be home in a half hour and I hadn't started dinner.
One fast call to May-Lee's for delivery…one pleasant evening of refereeing the kids, hearing about Nick's boss, learning about the water cycle, bath time, (Nick helped without my asking…did he suspect something?) and reading chapter three of Harry's adventures later, Nick and I were alone on the couch.
"How was your day?" he asked, picking up the TV section.
I stood and unbuttoned my blouse. "You tell me." I purred.
The look on his face…was even sweeter this time!
So much happiness later, we were awakened by the phone.
"Sam, I need another favor,"
Part Two It had been six days since I learned that my neighbor and best friend Barbara thought strait jackets were fashionable. Despite our talking every day, neither of us had spoken about it.
But I had thought about it…pretty much non-stop.
Not the bondage, that part was icky, but the love, trust and lingerie were compelling. I had started to wear my best undies every day. And I loved it. It made me feel special, sexy…even when I was washing the dishes or cleaning up the kid's messes.
And my ever-faithful husband Nick could not get enough of me. We had made love twice this week. We hadn't managed that since before Marcus was born
And there was still one day of the week left and I had plans for round three!
Even better, he couldn't keep his hands off me; Kissing, cuddling…we slept with him spooning me. All because I learned that I deserve to feel sexy.
Unfortunately, my special lingerie drawer was not all that special. Other than my honeymoon corset, all I had were a few pieces he had seen a dozen times. My sleepwear was worse.
I needed to go shopping, and I needed help in choosing the right outfit, (As much as I wanted to say outfits, my budget was limited.)
It was Barb to the rescue in two ways. Secondly, she would help me find the sexy stuff, but first, it would be her money paying for it.
Barb was finally buying some make-up from me! Good thing too, otherwise I would be choosing my lingerie from the dollar store.
I drove us downtown listening to her explain corset variations. Corset, Waspie, Basque, Merry Widow, Corselette, Shapewear, Girdle…
She was starting to scare me. All I wanted, all I could afford was a bra and panty set. She was making plans to turn my closet into a lingerie showplace.
I didn't see anything I liked at the first three places we went. Mainly because all I looked at were the prices. Why is it that the less material it has, the higher the price?
Does Goodwill have a lingerie section?
Finally we found a hot red bra, panty and garter belt combo I could afford. Although I had to use my emergency twenty to get the matching stockings.
Other than Barb picking up a box of something at the pharmacy, Nothing much happened on the drive home. But as soon as she put the coffee on… "That didn't take long at all." Barb said brightly, "We'll have plenty of time for you to tie me up."
I guess she saw my hesitation.
"Oh I'm sorry, How could I have been so thoughtless? It's your turn to be bound!"
"What??? No…NO!!" That's really not necessary!"
"Are you sure? " She purred. "I have some nice red rope that will match your new undies! It would be a wonderful surprise for Nick."
"I think the kids might wonder why mommie is hanging from the ceiling."
"Sorry," Barb said, "I can't do suspensions. But I do know how to make a rope dress!."
"What's a rope dress?" I asked in confusion.
"I weave a rope harness around your body. You'll love where I place some of the knots! You then cover it with your dress and let Nick untie you tonight!"
"That's not going to happen." I said dryly.
"He won't untie you?"
How do I get into these conversations? "No, I mean I don't want to be tied up." Her face fell. "I don't mind tying you," I said hurriedly, trying not to hurt her feelings, "I just want to be able to scratch where I itch."
Having said that tying her didn't bother me, I knew what was next. The long walk upstairs to her bedroom. This time, no cookie.
Also no strait jacket. There was nothing on her bed. And why was Barb carrying that box?
She unbuttoned her blouse. "This is something I've always wanted to try! I didn't mention it last week because I didn't want you to think it was weird."
No comment.
And no corset either, only a blush-colored satin bra. Just when I thought I knew what was happening… "You've stopped wearing corsets?: I asked.
"I had to." She said as she pulled off her slacks. "Ever since this was locked on."
She was wearing a chastity belt. It was thin, form-fitting and…SHE WAS IN A CHASTITY BELT!
"Why?" I managed to ask.
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