Ingrid’s Initiation · Part 1

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Ingrid wasn’t sure exactly what she was letting herself in for when she accepted the invitation to join her new friend’s ‘girls night in’. But getting in proved to be the easy part. It was getting herself out again that was to prove tricky, as her new playmates seemed to be slightly over-zealous in their desire to have her remain as one of their group.

“So what shall we say? About seven o’clock round at my flat?” Anna passed the yellow sticky-note across the desk to Ingrid. “That’s my address. I’m sure the other girls will be thrilled that we have a new member in our little group.” Ingrid took the note and read it quickly, before slipping it into her handbag. But there was something playing on her mind. Nervously, she bit her lip. “So what is it exactly that you get up to when you meet up?” The answer was forthcoming in an instant. “Oh this and that. We dress up, try a few things on, have a bit of a workout, play a few games… just a ‘girls night in’ really. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself.” One word jumped out at Ingrid.

“A workout?” Anna smiled across at her work colleague, trying to put her at ease. “Yes, nothing too strenuous or anything. Basically just lying on the living room floor flexing your muscles really…. Oh, on that note, do you have any yoga clothes…you know, leotard and tights, or maybe a spandex dance cat-suit, or something of that nature?” Ingrid nodded. She had indeed done a bit of yoga in the past. “Good, then bring your kit along. Nothing too loose, as baggy clothes just tend to get in the way.” She looked across at Ingrid, who still seemed unsure of whether to accept the invitation. “Come on Ingrid, it will be good for you to get out and meet new people.

I know what it’s like when you’re new in town and don’t have too many friends. Let your hair down and have some fun. We don’t bite or anything!” Ingrid smiled nervously. Despite slight reservations, she heard herself say that she’d love to attend. After all, what was the worst that could happen? Anna seemed pleased. “That’s great. See you about seven then.” **** Ingrid had just turned twenty. The slim, attractive brunette with the long, wavy hair had never lived away from home before, but the opportunities that this new job offered were just too good to turn down.

So she’d found herself a bedsit flat and moved the two hundred miles or so away from her hometown, and had begun her apprenticeship in the multi-national telecoms firm, which she hoped would lead her to a glittering career. But if she’d been worried that her natural shyness might hinder her fitting in and making new friends, it soon became apparent that her fears were groundless. For after only a day or two she’d struck up a friendship with one of the other trainees in her office; a local girl, a year older than herself, named Anna. With long, dark hair and eyes to match, Anna had done everything she could to make the new girl feel at home in her new environment.

There was, however, something slightly mysterious about her that Ingrid couldn’t quite put her finger on. But this was something she could live with, as she was happy just to have struck up any kind of rapport with someone of roughly her own age. So when Anna had suggested, at the end of Ingrid’s first week in the job, that the new girl might like to come around to her flat that Friday evening, in order to meet and socialise with a couple of her other pals – Melanie and Lisette – Ingrid was keen to accept, even though something about the whole set-up didn’t seem quite right.

But in the end, the need to find people she could bond with overcame any reservations she might have initially entertained. And the more she thought about it, the more certain she was that everything would be alright once she got there and could relax in the company of women her own age, who she hoped would become long term friends. **** Checking a local street map, Ingrid found Anna’s apartment to be in walking distance from her own. And as it was a warm spring evening, she decided to leave her car at home.

Looking out her black long-sleeved cotton/Lycra leotard, together with a pair of tights of the same hue, she left her flat at just after six forty five and arrived almost on the dot of seven. As the door opened, Ingrid was greeted by the sight of Anna in a shiny black cat-suit which hugged every inch of her limbs and slender frame, from her stirruped feet right up to the collar and down to her wrists. As the sun’s rays caught the spandex material in the evening light, Ingrid noticed a slight ephemeral shimmer as the slim figure flexed her muscles. “Ingrid! So glad you could come.

Did you bring your tight fitting outfit as we discussed?” Ingrid held up the bag carrying her tights and leotard, and confirmed that she had indeed remembered the dress code. “Great. You can get changed in the bathroom if you like.” It seemed that Anna was keen – impatient even – to get Ingrid into her yoga attire as quickly as possible, as she immediately lead her guest down the short hall and opened the bathroom door for her. “When you’re ready come into the living room…” She pointed to a door on the opposite side of the lobby.

“…and I’ll introduce you to the others.” And with that she turned and sashayed towards the room she’d just indicated; a swishing sound pervading the hall as her spandex-clad thighs brushed lightly against each other. As Ingrid was closing the bathroom door, however, a sound reached her ears through the wall to her right. This was not a loud noise. In fact it was barely audible at all. But she detected the unmistakeable sound of a woman giggling with laughter, albeit in a slightly muffled sort of way. Must be Anna’s other friends, Ingrid assumed, presumably also getting changed ready for their “workout”.

Ingrid took no more than a minute or two to discard her jeans, blouse and underwear, fold them up and put them back in her bag, then don the tights and leotard that fitted her like a second skin. As she exited the bathroom, she noticed the door to the next room was still shut, and as she’d heard nobody come out, she guessed that the laughter-maker was still inside. **** Ingrid opened the living room door and peered inside. She was met by the sight of Anna sitting in an armchair directly facing her; her legs crossed and big smile on her face. Closing the door behind her, Ingrid looked around the room.

Although it was still light outside, the curtains were drawn shut and the only illumination was provided by two lamps, strategically placed on small tables on either side of the room. Next to Anna’s chair, Ingrid noticed a large wooden box with the lid closed. There was nobody else to be seen. “Come in and sit down, make yourself comfortable. Melanie and Lisette are just getting prepared and will be with us in a minute or two.” As if on cue, the door to the room opened once more, allowing two young women to enter. The one in front wore a spandex cat-suit seemingly identical to that currently being modelled by Anna. She too was tall and slim.

Unlike their hostess, however, she had red hair that cascaded down past her shoulders almost to her waist. Her smile was friendly but her deep green eyes were piercing. But it was the sight of the second woman that had Ingrid’s jaw dropping in astonishment. For just behind the redhead, being lead by a chain that fixed to a collar around her neck, was a woman whose whole head was almost completely obscured by a black leather hood. Aside from two oval apertures through which a pair of steel blue eyes sparkled, and even smaller holes for each nostril, the only thing visible from her neck upwards was a plume of blonde hair that spouted like a fountain form the top of her head.

As Ingrid gawped at this unexpected vision, Anna began her introductions. She gestured towards the redhead. “Ingrid, this is Melanie…” Then she turned her gaze towards the second. “…and this – in all her bound finery – is Lisette. Girls, this is Ingrid who I was telling you about. I’ve invited her along to our little soirée in the hope that she’ll enjoy herself and consider joining our little get-togethers on a regular basis.” After the bit about ‘bound finery’, however, Ingrid only really semi-digested the rest of Anna’s comments. So engrossed had she been with the woman’s facial covering, that until now she’d not checked out the rest of her anatomy.

But now that she did so, it wasn’t so much the fact that this Lisette was wearing a similar costume of leotard and tights to herself that really caught her attention – albeit that the tights were a vivid pink colour – but that her hands were held out of sight behind her back. Taut white ropes criss-crossed her breasts to highlight her perfect figure, and a rope belt had been tightly tied around her waist. To the latter, another length of rope had been attached, which made its way at right-angles to the first and disappeared between her legs. The conclusion Ingrid drew from these observations, was that the woman’s wrists were probably bound.

And this assumption was soon verified when her arms momentarily became visible as she was led across the room to sit down on the sofa by the window. But another revelation was soon to impinge on Ingrid’s already spinning brain, as the pair spoke for the first time. “Hi Ingrid. Nice to meet you.” Those were the words that Melanie uttered by way of greeting. Lisette probably also attempted to express a similar sentiment. But her words were soaked up by something clearly stuffed firmly inside her mouth and held in place by the unbroken leather mask, and all she managed was a few syllables of mumbled, muffled ‘mmmph’ sounds. So this poor creature was gagged as well!

Well, not so much of a poor creature either, it soon transpired. The brief glimpse of Lisette’s arms that Ingrid caught as she sat down, informed her that the rope around her wrists had been securely coiled and cinched; much too tight to ever wriggle free from it appeared. But as she watched with a mixture of horror and fascination, events moved at such a pace that she found herself transfixed by the scene in front of her. Firstly, she watched as Anna leant forwards and opened the lid of the wooden box, giving her the first glimpse of the contents. The space inside seemed to be full of ropes, all coiled up neatly and ready for use.

She looked on in stunned silence as Melanie stood up and walked over to the wooden casket, took several pieces of the pristine white cord from within and once again sat down beside Lisette. Swiftly, with the receiver of these bonds offering no resistance, she wrapped the first rope three or four times around her victim’s ankles, cinched it firmly, then sealed the whole thing off with a well secured knot. Similar movement inhibiting restraints quickly followed just below and just above her knees. “There you go Lis. Not too tight I hope?” It was obvious from Lisette’s mumbled reply that she had no problems with the way she was being treated.

In fact, the gleam in her smiling eyes suggested that she was more than happy with her diminishing scope for resistance. “Right, it’s time to show Ingrid how much fun you can have when you’re all tied up and helpless.” Melanie briefly threaded her fingers through the rope that ran at right angles from her captive’s severely cinched waist and down between her legs. This brought forth an involuntary yelp from the gagged woman’s mouth, followed by a sound identical to that which Ingrid had heard through the bathroom wall.

“Ok, let’s get her down on the floor.” Anna stood up as she uttered these words, and both she and Melanie manoeuvred the helpless Lisette into a prone position face up on the carpet, before backing off, leaving the severely bound woman centre stage. Awkwardly, Lisette lifted her lower back and inserted her fingers between the Lycra of her leotard and the stretched rope that followed a path between her buttocks down to her crotch. Immediately she began to pull on this unyielding ligature; gently at first, then gradually building up in intensity, until she had worked herself up into a state bordering on frenzy.

The moans and drawn out groans emanating from behind the hood also increased in both power and passion as she became more animated; a sure indication that she was experiencing increased levels of satisfaction from this form of exercise, as her body bucked and writhed in the throes of ecstasy. Finally, her whole torso arched upwards, her hips thrust towards the ceiling, and an almighty sigh of immense happiness rent the air, as she reached what appeared, to the shell-shocked Ingrid, to be a state of total bliss. After a second or two, however, her whole being became limp and she crashed back to the floor, breathing heavily and giggling with delight in the aftermath of her glorious orgasm.

All this time, Ingrid had watched with a sense of both trepidation and anticipation. In truth, this was something totally alien to her, and part of her brain told her that she needed to get away from this place – and these strange people – as soon as she possibly could. But this percentage of her consciousness was in the minority, it seemed, and was overruled by the less prudish part of her brain, which found the whole business fascinating, breathtaking and awe-inspiring. And yes, deep down in her sub-conscious mind – although she couldn’t even admit it to herself yet – the need to experiment with this type activity had been planted in her.

Lisette continued to move on the carpet at a more languid pace now, slithering and sliding in slow motion, as if trying to eke out every last ounce of pleasure from her recent accomplishment. She purred intermittently, as she seemed to revel in the recollection of her triumphant achievement. Ingrid looked on from her front row seat, not knowing what to say or how to react. But events were about to commence which would divert her attention away from this already satiated woman. “Your turn now Melanie. Are you ready?” Anna picked up a coil of rope and unfurled it as she strutted across the room to where her flame-haired friend sat.

Melanie didn’t reply with words, but her actions answered this question in the affirmative, as she simply stood up, turned her back and allowed Anna to commence the process of rendering her as helpless as Lisette. And so, in a clear case of role reversal – of the rigger becoming the rigged – Melanie swiftly succumbed to the strict rope-work, with Anna proving to be just as adept in her binding techniques as her comrade. Melanie winced as the rope around her wrists tightened to an extreme degree, and Ingrid shared her discomfort, as she watched the thin cords bite deeply into the newly submissive woman’s flesh.

There was no way, Ingrid surmised, that anyone would ever be able to wriggle free from restraints that stringently bound. And for some reason that she didn’t fully understand, she experienced a shiver of excitement rushing up her spine at this realisation. With her hands now out of action, Melanie submitted to facial impediments that mirrored Lisette’s to the letter. Firstly, a scrunched up pair of tights were pushed with some force into her mouth, even though she’d obligingly parted her lips to allow this cavity filler to enter unhindered.

Then there was the hood; a black leather contraption which, once pulled over the head down as far as the neck, could be tightened by means of both lacing and straps that left the wearer able to see and breathe, but shrouded both mouth and ears beneath its claustrophobic sheeting. With Melanie now incapable of speech, and her hair having been arranged to sprout like a raging fire from the top of the hood, Anna gently urged her to sit. Securing her legs in the same three locations that Lisette’s had been bound, she then wove a rope harness around her upper torso; being careful to uplift and thus highlight her perfectly rounded young breasts between the taut strands as she did so.

The pièce de résistance of this work of bondage art, of course, was the crotch rope. And to make certain that Melanie also attained the same state of rapture that Lisette had been fortunate enough to undergo, Anna now fixed an excessively taut ligature indistinguishable from that worn by her recently fulfilled sister-in-bondage. With the binding process now seemingly complete, Anna helped her friend-turned-captive stretch out on the floor, only a few inches from where the now silent and motionless Lisette lay. But if Ingrid had been expecting a similar performance from Melanie, she was soon in for a shock, as Anna turned to her with a broad, devilish grin on her face.

“Ok Ingrid, now it’s your turn.” Ingrid’s mind, already spinning from the evening’s strange events so far, was now in a state of turmoil; a state that encompassed the extremes of fear and joy… as well as just about every other emotion in between. Should she allow herself to be put in a situation from which there was no easy way out? What if this whole evening had been an elaborate hoax; a sham simply leading into a trap from which there was no escape?

But on the other hand, Anna had been a friend to her since they’d met, and she’d received no impression tonight that anyone wished her harm, or indeed that this whole occasion wasn’t exactly as it appeared to be on the surface; namely a celebration of bondage by three rather kinky young women. And besides this, the stirrings of arousal that she’d felt during Lisette’s routine, and also whilst Melanie was surrendering herself to Anna’s restraining endeavours, served to tip the scales in favour of her participation. Tentatively, Ingrid stood up and offered her wrists – palm to palm behind her back – to her work colleague.

Wasting no time, Anna began wrapping a doubled up strand of the white cotton rope around her proffered arms, before cinching it with as much force as she could. Ingrid gritted her teeth as the unforgiving cord dug deeply into her skin; Anna clearly had no intention of going easy on her, even if this was her first time. With this first bond knotted to her satisfaction, Anna briefly stooped to retrieve the next affront to Ingrid’s liberty from her stash. This gave the wrist-bound novice a second or two to test the efficiency of her rigger’s work. And make no mistake about it, Anna passed that test without a shadow of a doubt.

For Ingrid may have only had a short time to experiment, but all her straining and struggling during that time told her in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t going to get loose on her own…not in a million years! Briefly distracted, Ingrid turned her head to see Anna smiling at her. “I take it you approve of my binding technique Ingrid? And I’m sure that you’ve realised that trying to get away is a futile activity. Just relax and enjoy yourself… like these two are doing. We’re planning to give you a night you’ll never forget.” She held something up in front of Ingrid’s face.

“Now open wide, there’s a good girl.” The taste of clean hosiery assaulting her tongue was a new sensory experience for Ingrid, as she allowed the gag to be pushed onto the chasm behind her teeth. Whether she could have spat this out again, given a few second’s grace, she had no idea, as almost immediately the smell of leather pervaded her nostrils and everything went dark. This descent into blackness lasted only a few seconds however, as after this brief interlude her eyes and the two peepholes in the soft, pliable fabric came into alignment; Anna also ensuring that her nostrils lined up with the breathing apertures.

Her hair too, was pulled through the top of the hood to stand, she assumed, like a ponytail from the crown of her head; just like Lisette’s and Melanie’s. Then suddenly everything began to tighten around her face, as her rigger removed the slack from the lacing at the back of her head, before tightening the straps around her neck and forehead. She tried to open her mouth, but found that any leeway in the movement of her jaw was minimal. There was great pressure too at her temples, cheeks and chin, with her eye sockets feeling as if they were about to cave inwards. “There you go.

Sorry about the any discomfort, but it has to be tight to avoid slippage, which could potentially lead to those air holes losing their alignment with your nose. Which in turn would have severe repercussions in respect of your ability to breathe.” Ingrid wondered whether she should thank Anna for her thoughtfulness on this issue, but knew that vocalisation was out of the question. And it appeared that her rigger was already focused on the next part of her mission.

Putting a gentle hand on Ingrid’s left shoulder, Anna eased her bondage virgin into an armchair, before grabbing her legs, pulling them together, then binding her ankles, calves and knees to the same high standard that she’d performed on her arms. Next she fashioned a complex latticework harness around her ever more restrained victim’s arms and torso, in the process firmly lashing the former to the latter. Finally, a rope belt was wound around her waist, and the all important crotch rope teased between her legs, with the securing knot tied off on her stomach, where stretching, prying fingers would be unable to tamper with it.

As Ingrid expected, she too now found herself moved onto the floor, next to Melanie, who, along with Lisette, had watched in silence as the latest addition to the gang became enmeshed in their strange little world. Anna stood over her three bound friends now, a look of immense satisfaction lighting up her face. “Well now, don’t the three of you look good all trussed up and helpless? She grabbed several more lengths of rope from the casket, before continuing. “Time to start getting paired up, I think.” If Ingrid initially struggled to make sense of this statement, she was soon to be enlightened as to its meaning.

With Melanie turned onto her side, the bewildered Ingrid soon found herself treated likewise, so that she and her bound cohort were facing each other. Quickly now, Anna sought to amalgamate two restrained females into one indivisible whole. This she did by encircling the combined torsos of both counterparts with an extra long piece of rope, which, once pulled tightly to avoid the two halves separating again, was cinched between their bodies at the level of their breasts. But then Ingrid gasped with surprise, as she felt the rope running through her crotch and up her butt-crack slacken somewhat. Surely this potential giver of pleasure wasn’t being removed already? Well no.

It soon transpired that this easing of the pressure in the most delicate part of her anatomy was only a temporary measure; a means to an end, so to speak. For Anna’s reasons for this adjustment to her bonds was merely in order to entwine her crotch rope with that of her partner-in-bondage. Weaving the two vital cords together, their rigger soon had Ingrid squealing once more, as the rope was again pulled up as high as it would go and secured as tightly – if not tighter – than it had been before

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