Ingrid’s Initiation · Part 2

Ingrid’s Initiation · Part 2 (2/2)
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. It was obvious straightaway, of course, that now, any movement made by either of the bound duo – no matter how trivial or insignificant that shift in position might be – would impact on the other.

But testing the effectiveness of this new connection would have to wait just now. For Anna still hadn’t quite finished with the conjoined twosome. To complete their array of bonds, she circled another two lengths of rope around them; one at the top of the thighs, just below their buttocks, the second around their united waists. The upshot of all this activity was that Ingrid and Melanie were now welded together, their masked faces only inches apart. Any attempts to pull away from the other – which Ingrid surreptitiously tried when she thought Anna wasn’t watching – would prove impossible. Ingrid’s mind, already reeling, was now in a state of total incredulity. What exactly was going on here?

It had been one surprise after another for her this evening, but if she thought this scenario was bizarre beyond belief – not to mention a little scary, if truth be told – she was about to discover that things were about to get a whole lot stranger still. **** From her prone and very much immobilised position on the floor, Ingrid watched as Anna returned to her box of bonds and pulled something out. This time, however, a soft metallic clicking sound accompanied the retrieval, and a second or two later she was holding out a set of handcuffs in front of her. Sticking out from one of the bracelets, Ingrid could clearly make out a small key.

Anna looked over to where Ingrid lay, smiled and deliberately removed the key from the lock. She walked slowly over to the bookcase, reached up to the top shelf – at least six inches above her head – and deposited the small shard of steel on the ledge. She caught Ingrid’s eye again. “We won’t be needing that for a while.” Strutting back into the centre of the room, her spandex covered hips glistening in the light given off by the lamps, Anna retrieved a panoply of ropes from the seemingly never-ending stock, counted out the number she required, then laid them out in a row on the floor beside the unmoving Lisette.

Setting the handcuffs down next to the more flexible restraints, the only unbound woman in the room set about rectifying this situation. “Right, I think it’s time I joined the party. After all, why should you three have all the fun?” Tying her own legs in the customary three places took no more than a minute or two. The stuffing of a pair of tights deeply into her mouth, smothering her head in a leather hood identical to that worn by her three cohorts, arranging her raven-black hair so that it spewed out of the crest, then aligning her sense organs to their appropriate openings, took only a little longer. Now, however, her undertaking became slightly trickier.

Pulling the bound form of Lisette up so that she was kneeling in front of her, Anna began the task of attaching herself to her submissive friend. It was difficult now for Ingrid to see exactly what was going on from her less than ideal vantage point next to Melanie, but it seemed that Anna was fashioning a similarly interwoven crotch rope to that already applied to the other bound pair. Wrapping lengths of rope around her own and Lisette’s combined upper torsos, waists and thighs soon followed, in what Ingrid now recognised as Anna’s attempt to mirror her earlier creation in her own bondage. The main difference, of course, came with the final flourish.

Reaching around awkwardly on the floor, Anna now located the handcuffs, placed her left wrist in one of the obligingly open bracelets, and quickly clamped it shut; the quick-fire sound of the ratchets echoing around the otherwise quiet room. Ingrid could only watch with disbelief now. Surely, with the key out of her reach, Anna wasn’t really going to go through with this crazy assignment, was she? It soon became apparent that she was. Positioning both hands behind her back, Anna placed her free hand into the waiting ring of metal, then contorted the already encircled one around to complete her self-induced captivity.

This time, the clicking of the ratchets was much slower, as if Anna was deliberately letting her captive audience know that she was about to join them in their inescapable helplessness. For a second or two, she tested her new found status as a prisoner; twisting her hands around and trying to pull them free.

Satisfied that this was not an option, Ingrid saw her sway suddenly to her right and flop down onto the carpet, taking her rope bonded partner Lisette with her. **** Whether it was the ratchets indicating that Anna had passed the point of no return, the gentle thud as the fused duo hit the floor, or the slight squeal that emanated from Lisette’s filled mouth as they did so which galvanised Melanie into action, Ingrid wasn’t certain. What was clear, however, was that some sort of unspoken signal had been activated, which meant that the fun could really start.

Melanie took this as her cue to begin pulling on her crotch rope; gently at first, then gradually becoming more powerful, as she began to work herself up into a frenzy. And these tugs and jerks impacted on her closely bound partner, who would have found it impossible not to get caught up in this rhythmic folie à deux, even if she’d wanted to. But of course, the chaffing of the rope in harmony with the thrusting of Melanie’s hips was a duet that she simply couldn’t resist, and within seconds of her other half taking the lead, their combined abdomens were working in tandem, in an unspoken pact aimed at bringing their bodies to climax as one.

Through the Lycra of her leotard, Ingrid could feel Melanie’s nipples, hard and erect, as their breasts slipped and slid against each other. And the rubbing of the ropes on this, one of the most sensitive regions of her whole being, soon resulted in her own nipples standing to attention; interacting with those of her counterpart and thus heightening still further the pleasure gained from their shared experience.

But it was further down where the real action was taking place, and when their orgasms exploded, they did so in complete coalesced harmony; an arching of their spines as the kundalini instantly exploded through the chakras, slicing like a sheet of lightning from their loins up to their brains in a millisecond and sending flashes of light equivalent to ten thousand suns, together with an intense white heat, searing through their entire beings and leading to both physical and spiritual liberation. By the sounds emanating from close beside them on the carpet, it was obvious that Anna and Lisette were also involved in a simulated act of sexual gratification to rival their own.

In fact, just as Melanie and Ingrid bought their common pursuit to a synchronised head, so too did the other, equally animated pair, which resulted in four very hot and bothered, very trapped, and extremely excited females all moaning into gagged mouths at the fulfilment of their group orgasm. But of course, such intense beauty couldn’t last forever, and soon all four participants collapsed back onto the floor; breathing heavily, intermittently sighing, and basking in the afterglow of their glorious achievements.

So relaxed was the mood now, that after only a few minutes, the slow rhythmic breathing which emanated from Melanie’s nose, informed Ingrid that her opposite number had drifted off to sleep. And soon she found her eyelids becoming heavy, and she too found herself luxuriating in the arms of Morpheus. **** Ingrid craned her neck upwards and checked the clock on the shelf above. Ten minutes to midnight. She and her fellow bondage associates had been helplessly trussed up for over four hours now, and although they’d all enjoyed several bondage-stimulated orgasms together throughout the evening, her mind was troubled.

Ok, so it had been a lot of fun being tied up and brought to climax every hour or so, but eventually they had to start thinking of getting themselves free. Anna clearly was in no position to release herself, given the positioning of the key to her shackles. And assuming Lisette and Melanie had been tied to the same extremely high standards as herself, she couldn’t really contemplate how either of them could get out of their bonds. So what happened now? Did they have to stay like this until someone found them? And if so, when might that be? As if reading her thoughts, Melanie opened her eyes at this moment and began to move.

At first, Ingrid assumed that this was the start of yet another journey to reach sexual nirvana. But it soon became apparent, from the grimace on her face and the muffled grunts of frustration, that the woman bound in close proximity to her was doing everything within her powers to fashion an escape. It was a long, drawn out process, and for a while Ingrid was of the opinion that Melanie was going to fail in her aim of getting her hands loose. But after more than twenty minutes of twisting, contorting, straining and generally wriggling around, a cry of triumph slipped from under the leather hood of her partner for the night.

Seconds later, Melanie’s hands came into view, as she rubbed her clearly rope-marked wrists and tried to get the circulation flowing once more. Then, after a minute or two, with the feeling in her fingers now returned to such a degree that she could once more use them, she began the process of releasing the ropes that had kept her and Ingrid cemented together as one single entity for the past few hours. With the two now separated, Melanie wasted no hand releasing her other bonds and gingerly got to her feet. Unbuckling the straps and loosening the laces on her hood, she pulled her head covering away and carefully removed the saliva saturated tights from her mouth.

She exercised her jaw and winced. But if Ingrid thought that her former conjoined associate would help her out of her own bonds now – or indeed either of the others – she was to be disappointed. Instead, Melanie left the room for a minute or two. When she returned, she carried a tray, on which stood a bottle of red wine – already uncorked – plus three glasses. Placing this down on the table, she poured herself an ample measure and took a long sip. “Ah, that’s better.” She looked across at Anna, whose back was to her, but who had twisted her neck to peer over her shoulder and view her friend. “You certainly excelled yourself with the rope-work tonight Anna.

I thought for a few minutes there that I wasn’t going to be able to break loose.” She casually sauntered over to the bookcase, reached up, and retrieved the tiny sliver of steel. Ambling back again in no particular hurry, she studied the key for a second or two, as if unsure of what to do next. “So as you made me work for my freedom, I think it’s only fair to make you do likewise.” She bent down behind Anna’s back and placed the key on the carpet, about eighteen inches away from her shoulder blades. “So there’s the key to your freedom. If you can get your hands on it, you can use it.

If not… well I guess it’ll be a long night for you. ” She stood up to her full height and walked back to the sofa, picking up her wine from the table as she did so. Sitting down, she crossed her legs and lay back to watch the unfolding drama. Trying to drag yourself across the floor when attached to another person must be, Ingrid surmised, an exhausting task. Having to find a tiny key when you’re not sure exactly where it’s been placed, and you can’t view the area in which your fingers are supposed to be searching, must only multiply the difficulty factor tenfold. And so it proved for Anna.

Much to Melanie’s amusement, the handcuffed woman spread her fingers wide and fumbled around on the floor for several minutes, before the tip of the little finger of her right hand finally detected the prize she was after. It took another minute or so for her to grip the key in such a manner that she could contort her hand around to reach the bracelet on her left wrist, and an equal length of time to then insert the thin, slender pestle into the equally minute mortar. Turning the release mechanism ninety degrees, the steel circle fell easily away from her wrist.

Anna took the next few minutes to extricate herself from the bonds shared with Lisette, then untie those solely restraining herself. While she did so, Melanie simply poured a second glass of deep red Merlot and, once her friend was completely free, handed it to her. Anna sat down on the sofa next to her reclining cat-suited buddy and sipped her wine. Despite the fact that Melanie had made her road to liberation a lot harder than it should have been, she seemed to bear no grudge, and it struck the observing Ingrid that making life difficult for each other was probably an oft practiced routine; part of their whole ritual, in fact.

For a few minutes the two drank their wine, compared notes about the night’s events, and generally engaged in good-humoured, bondage related banter. Then Anna sighed. “Well, I suppose we’d better think about sorting these two out for the night.” She stood up, stretched her arms heavenwards and yawned. Stepping over Ingrid, she ignored her newest recruit and instead addressed Lisette, who, like her still bound fellow captive, had been watching and listening to Anna and Melanie’s dialogue for the past few minutes.

“Well Lis, I guess it’s time we untied you.” A pathetic whine emerged from Lisette’s mouth, letting Anna know that she was unhappy with this suggestion; the implication being that she was content to be left tied up. Anna sought to appease her, however. “Don’t worry though. We’ve got that nice leather sleep-sack that you so adore, just waiting for you in the bedroom.” By now Melanie had joined Anna beside the severely trussed female. Both knelt down and began releasing Lisette from her ropes, before working the hood away from her head and easing the gag from her mouth.

Working as a team, this took no more than a minute or two, and with her limbs now once again under her own control, Lisette stood up and exercised her aching muscles. A mane of blonde hair cascaded in a matted tangle around her neck and shoulders, but her face was a picture of contentment as she uttered the first unhindered words that Ingrid had ever heard from her. “Wow, it’s been an amazing evening. You certainly know how to tie a girl up so that she can’t escape.” Without even acknowledging Ingrid’s presence, Lisette and Anna sat down on the sofa, whilst Melanie filled the third and final wine glass. She handed this to her recently released friend.

Ever since Melanie had appeared with the tray, a question had been nagging at the back of Ingrid’s mind. Why only three glasses? Surely they would share the wine equally between the four of them, just as they’d shared the bondage and sexual indulgences? The thought that perhaps the small tray wasn’t big enough to accommodate four large red wine vessels plus the bottle, briefly entered her head, and that one or other of them would need to go back to the kitchen and pick up another glass when it was required.

However, the saga of Anna’s struggles to attain the handcuff key, followed by the release of Lisette, had ensured that this seemingly trivial consideration had temporarily slipped her mind. Ingrid looked up at the clock once more. It was getting on for quarter to one by now, and whilst the evening had been one of immense excitement, her cramped limbs were beginning to make freedom seem like a welcome alternative to bondage. But as the other three showed no inclination or desire to set her free – in fact ignored her completely – she decided that maybe a gentle reminder of her continued presence in captivity might be in order.

“Could you let me go now please?” Her request came out, she knew only too well, as an incoherent, garbled drone, unrecognisable as human speech. It also seemed to take the trio of wine drinkers by surprise. For a second or two they glanced at each other, as if only now recalling that a fourth person was in the room. Anna was the first to respond. Sliding off the chair, her spandex covered knees appeared right in Ingrid’s line of vision. Slowly, her hand came towards her masked prisoner’s face, and she gently began stroking the leather covering in the region of her cheek. “Sorry for ignoring you Ingrid, but I’m afraid you won’t be going anywhere just yet.

You see, all new recruits to our group have to go through a prolonged initiation ceremony – to see if they’re worthy of becoming a member of our happy band of bondage junkies… And your appraisal takes place tonight.” Being transfixed by Anna’s words and shocked by their implications, Ingrid only vaguely took on board that Melanie had left her seat and was busy preparing something behind her. Suddenly, however, she felt herself being rolled from her side onto her stomach. A shriek of shock and anguish filled the air, as Anna’s words and Melanie’s subsequent actions gelled into a coherent whole; namely that she was not going to be set free right now. Quite the opposite in fact.

Briefly, however, the rope that cut onto her wrists was loosened, and for a few seconds Ingrid toyed with the idea that Anna’s pronouncements had been in jest, and that she was being released after all. But it was a false dawn, and within seconds the bond tightened to an even greater degree than before, as it became apparent that this had simply been a scheduled maintenance inspection, in order to make absolutely certain that this particular restraint hadn’t developed any slack during the evening. A similar test was applied to her crotch-rope, hoisting this, her most treasured bond, even deeper into her. But that wasn’t the end of the matter.

For once the efficiency of these two ropes had been brought up to scratch, she found her knees being harshly bent upwards, so that they were as close to her hands as it was physically possible to force them. “Come on Ingrid, let’s see how flexible you are. I’m sure you’ll find this new position to your liking. After all, who doesn’t enjoy a nice strict hog-tie?” The connecting of Ingrid’s wrist and ankle ropes proved to be a relatively straightforward task for seasoned riggers like Anna and Melanie, and once they’d completed their duties, Ingrid’s attempts to straighten out her legs again proved to be beyond her capabilities.

Nor was the location of the securing knot to this stringently applied extra bond accessible to her clawing fingers. After watching her squirm for a minute or two, Anna continued in her quest to enlighten the bondage newbie as to the trial ahead. “So Ingrid, I know from your earlier reactions that you’re not averse to a few hours of tight bondage. But the question is, when you’re left alone for hours on end, are you really up for the challenge? That’s what we need to find out before admitting you as the fourth member of our team.

If you’re still enthusiastic about becoming involved in our gang tomorrow morning, then you’ll have passed the test.” Ingrid’s eyes were wide as she looked up at Anna’s smug, grinning face. But Melanie passing something to the woman kneeling directly in front of her was the last thing to impinge upon her retinas for the foreseeable future. The thick leather strap that covered her eyes and was then swiftly buckled tightly at the rear of her head, was the catalyst for a prolonged bout of struggling, bucking and writhing from the now severely vexed Ingrid.

Ok, so she’d been content to stay bound whilst the others had been restrained, but it appeared now that she was about to be abandoned and left in darkness for the rest of the night. And the contemplation of this sent wave after wave of fear shooting through her. Anna, however, seemed unwilling to show her any compassion or mercy. “The blindfold is just to deter you from developing a case of wanderlust during the night. Hope you don’t mind. Now get some sleep and we’ll see you in the morning.” The sound of footsteps crossing the room in the general direction of the door followed, and Ingrid guessed that she was about to be left to her own devices.

But as they were taking their leave, Anna addressed her captive one final time. “Oh, by the way Ingrid, I may have been a little lenient with the truth just a few minutes ago. You are undergoing an initiation test, as I told you, but it doesn’t end in the morning. In fact, to make sure you’re the sort of person we want in our bondage circle, you need to be tied up all weekend…” As if to emphasise the timescale, she spelt it out to her stunned visitor. “… That’s right, forty eight hours of varied but continual bondage should tell us all we need to know. Don’t worry though, we’ll look after you.

And there will be plenty of games that we can play to keep you from getting bored.” Shocked into momentary silence, through the leather covering of her hood Ingrid detected the faint sound of lights being switched off, then the slightly louder closing of the door. The final voice she heard, just as the door shut, was Melanie reassuring Lisette that she would soon be all snugly and securely strapped into her favourite sleep-sack. And then there was only silence. **** The shutting of the door seemed to rouse Ingrid from her daze. For a few seconds she panicked, thrashing wildly in the strict hog-tie. This she supplemented by screaming as loudly as she could into her gag.

The message she tried to convey to her now departed captors, was that there were people who would soon realise that she was missing, and that those people would come looking for her. But who was she trying to fool? A stranger in a new town, living alone in a bedsit, with no friends or family to raise the alarm when she didn’t show up? She knew her words to be untrue, and she felt certain that Anna knew it too. So what was she to do? Lie still feeling morose and frightened until Anna and her cronies saw fit to release her? Or make the most of the situation she found herself in?

For despite the horror of the last few minutes, the memory of what had gone before was still ultra-clear in her memory. And those memories were ones that she would treasure forever, which therefore over-rode the thought of any prospective hardship to come in the near future. Looping her fingers through the rope that dug deeply into her butt-crack, Ingrid gently jerked on the taut ligature. Immediately, a bolt of energy shot through her; the opening salvo in what she knew would be -if she continued along these lines – another truly fantastic bondage-induced orgasm.

As she rose to the challenge, Ingrid contemplated with a sense of growing glee the games that Anna had promised her in the days ahead. And the anticipation of these unknown yet deliciously enticing pursuits simple spurred her on to greater heights. If this really was an initiation ceremony to find out if she was the right sort to join this merry band of female bondage obsessives… then she was determined to pass those tests with flying colours.

Ingrid’s Initiation · Part 2 (2/2)
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