Paula and Jane Take a Road Trip · Part 1 (1/2)
Next
I had wanted to try something for a long time, something kinky and restrictive but I had never had the nerve to ask Jane until recently. Jane was my lover and best friend. She had come across my love of bondage when I had set myself an afternoon self bondage challenge several years back.
I used an Ice release method which usually melts to drop a handcuff or padlock key down to my hand or releases a pendulum swinging a folded penknife or set of nail scissors to me to get free. There was a bit of bad press on the internet at the time, with plenty of people getting stuck, so I decided to give Jane a call just in case. She wasn't aware of my activities, as I told her just to come over and we would go out in the evening to meet guys at a club or hang out at a bar and go for some dinner after. That evening she arrived way to early, because she had the afternoon off work too; but also a key to my apartment.
She let herself in and found me spread-eagled, chained to the wall of my hallway with an Hitachi wand tied to my pussy. A Blindfold and Ballgag hood strapped over my head. She removed the key, and I had started to panic when she released me. We had a chat about my fetish and she told me she had tried some to. We stayed in that evening. I was Jane's prisoner and she was mine as we teased each other to orgasms. That night was my first bi-sexual experience with a woman.
I had been with several guys and I liked men. I liked their hard athletic bodies and I liked to be taken hard and rough sometimes, but they never seemed to want to tie me up and tease me. Sure they tied me up for a fuck, but I was always released after when I just wanted to struggle. Some guys just wanted to degrade me and they got dumped right away. Others were too nice and kept mothering me asking me if I was okay, which was way too often for my liking.
I couldn't find anyone with the right amount of sadism to tease me or spank me or roughly take me for the right amount of time before letting me go and running me a nice bath and cuddling me later in the evening. Well not until Jane found my secret.
Jane was tall. A curly haired brunette, with hair that dropped to shoulder blade level. She had shapely long legs and small but firm breasts. She had also had a skin complexion to die for and cheek bones that would slice paper. Lovely olive skin, partly from Italian genes. As soon as the sun came out she turned into a tanned goddess. I loved her with a passion.
I had been working hard and hadn't seen much of Jane. For some stupid reason I have always put work first above my relationships. It's a habit I try many times to break, but just can’t! I have only a few core friends that I stay in contact with, and these I call my real friends because they know this, and yet still meet with me at the drop of a hat. Jane is one. She tells me off sometimes but knows I have to do things right and sometimes it takes time and eats into my social life.
I had had enough of work recently so as we were on a quiet spell, I decided to have a week off. I booked a little cottage in the mountains where Jane and I could go for a week of rest and relaxation. Jane jumped at the chance. She loves open fires and would rather watch that, than television, any day of the week.
Wwe packed up a few small bags of clothes and a cooler box and we were ready to leave the next day. It was then I drew up the courage to ask Jane if she could help me with a kinky idea I was fantasising on.
"Oh Paula. That's a delicious idea. I love it. Is this just another excuse for us to take some rope though? I know you aren't interested in any mountain climbing." She giggled.
I blushed. "Well if you want to turn it into a kinky weekend away I may be persuaded." I smiled at her. She kissed me and then we fooled around and made love before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Jane is always up with the lark. Tired. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as Jane wafted a cup of freshly ground coffee under my nose.
"Here you go Honey, we are only drinking instant for the next week, so make the most of this." I grunted a thank you, looking at the bedside clock. It was five minutes to six.
Jane! She always got excited and was always up early for our holidays. I had set the alarm for six thirty with an aim of getting up around seven.
"Come on sleepy head. The early bird catches the worm."
I picked up a pillow and threw it at her groaning my displeasure at being woken up so early.
"Well I prefer toast and a bowl of cereal, so you can keep your bloody worm!"
"I am making the toast and the cereal is in a bowl downstairs." She sat down on the bed wrapped in a towel as she hand dried her hair.
"Why not come back to bed for another half hour." I grumbled holding my hand out to her to pull her in beside me.
"We have a long way to go Honey, and we need to make sure you fulfil your little fantasy, don't we? Of course if you don't want to do it, sure. I'll come back to bed for a little. Of course I won’t tell you that I have my own little ideas on what I was going add to your fantasy to make it more interesting. It will keep until next time though."
Well that was like a red rag to a bull. I was intrigued and the thought of acting out my fantasy only to have it snatched away, had me sit bolt upright in the bed.
"There. That was better than any alarm call." Jane looked at me with an evil smile on her lips.
"I am only getting up this early, for you. I hope you appreciate that." I bent to kiss her.
"Yuck. Morning breath." Jane teased.
"Morning breath? No way. That's your pussy on my breath and you know it."
"True. And I thank you." Jane stood and kissed me hard on the mouth. I felt her tongue dart in and flick over my teeth to tease my own. I murmured as her hand cupped my breast and tweaked my nipple hard before bending to suck and lick at it. She nibbled my lips and kissed down my throat and I lent my head back to let her. Little kisses sent shudders down my spine as her lips traced their way to my earlobe and sucked on it greedily. If her hand had brushed against my clit right then I would have come.
Then she swatted at my arse and told me to go get a shower, as I squealed and rubbed at the red mark on my derriere.
The warm water seemed to revive me and wake me up. I rubbed some deodorant under my arms and dropped it, the toothbrush and toothpaste into my overnight toiletry bag and padded back to the bedroom.
I sat on the bed and was pulling on some knickers when Jane came back munching on some toast.
"Not so fast Buster. No clothes if you want to fulfil this fantasy of yours."
I looked at her in shock. All I wanted was for her to tie me up and let me ride to the cottage bound and gagged. A simple request I would have enjoyed. Now Jane was suggesting I do it naked.
I put the knickers on the bed. Jane picked them and my bra, shorts and t-shirt, and stuffed them, along with my toiletry bag inside my overnight bag.
"What do you want me to wear then? Huh."
"Chanel Number Five and a smile."
My jaw dropped. I carried on drying my hair with the drier and then adding a big squirt of perfume on my wrists, ears and neck, and a little squirt over my fanny. I told Jane I was ready as I ever would be.
We picked up the overnight bags and our hiking boots and carried them downstairs to the kitchen.
I sat and finished my lukewarm coffee and was going to get another cup when Jane said she didn't recommend a second cup. She intended to drive us all the way to the cottage without a break. She told me to eat the cereal and toast and then we would get going. I did as she asked and while I washed the breakfast items leaving them to air dry on the sink drainer, Jane went off to load the bags in the car.
I checked the windows and doors were locked and then set the alarm and went through the kitchen door to the garage locking the kitchen as I went.
Jane was ready waiting for me in her cut off denim shorts and an old white AC/DC t-shirt and walking boots. I stood in front of her naked as a new born baby wondering why Jane wouldn't let me wear clothes.
Laid out on the hood of the SUV were several lengths of rope and a big red two inch latex Ballgag.
Jane spun me around and pulled my palms together and tied my wrists behind my back. I almost purred at her when she cinched the rope and then squeezed my ass cheeks and nuzzled my neck. My hands went back to stroke her fanny through the shorts she wore but she slapped my hands away.
"This is all about you today Honey. I hope you to enjoy your trip." She spun me around and gently kissed me on the lips. I was in a relationship with a beautiful lady who was the best kisser I had ever had.
Jane spun me around again and I looked over my shoulder at her as she coiled rope over my chest and arms above my breasts several times before coiling the rope under my breasts forming a snug rope chest harness. She used the last few feet to cinch my arms to my side. It would be tough to get out of this tie I thought.
I heard her kneel behind me and rope was coiled and cinched above my knees and then just below. I felt her lips kiss the cheeks of my ass and her tongue flicked just once between my ass and I shivered in excitement.
Jane moved to position herself in front of me. She blew softly against my pussy lips and I gasped. I was waxed and neatly trimmed in a small Brazilian. If Jane and I were fooling around I certainly didn't want to be the cause of any hairy flossing, so prided myself to stay neat and tidy for her to enjoy.
I saw her stick her hand between my thighs and work its way up to my pussy. There she stroked me until I started to pant. Oh god was she turning me on. Then she stood and taking the rope chest harness in her hand started to drag me to the back of the car. Hobbled at the knees I could only slowly shuffle after her. She clicked the lock of the boot and pulled it up, to open. Then she spun me around and lightly pushed my body face down into the boot before she continued stroking her hand through the back of my thighs rubbing at my pussy again.
I closed my eyes and was panting again in pleasure when I felt her push something cold against the lips of my pussy. Then with a little more pressure with her thumb, it popped in to me. There was another press against my pussy lips, followed by another push and something similar to the first item popped into me.
"I hope you like Ben Wa Balls? This should make for an eventful ride."
"They don't really do a lot for me to be truthful about them." I replied.
Jane helped pull me up to a standing position, and before I knew it, a rope was being wrapped around my waist and was passed through the backs of my thighs.
Now you have to be in the mood for crotch ropes. Touched in the right place they can make you explode. Otherwise they can just be an irritating nuisance. Jane pulled the rope and I realised she had deliberately trapped my wrists under the crotchrope. She gave it a little yank and tied the rope at the front of my waist. With every wriggle of my hand it would tug on the rope splitting my pussy in half.
Then Jane tied my ankles and cinched them snuggly together.
"There you go Paula. You are all ready for the big drive. Face down in the boot and I'll help you in."
I was shocked at this little turn up for the books. Jane had misunderstood what I wanted to do. I looked at her and saw the evil grin on her face.
"You want to sit up front with me right, Hon?" I nodded an affirmative.
"Well you sitting up front stark naked will put a lot of drivers off. It may even put me off. I might want to play with you like that and crash the car. Besides, I don't want to get arrested for public indecency. Not on my holiday anyway."
I frowned, but Jane was being logical. I am a little claustrophobic at times. I know it sounds daft. A woman who likes to be bound and gagged in tight bondage, and yet I still like to be free. Not shut up in a box. I sometimes I choose to walk several flights of stairs rather than take a lift.
"I wondered why there were no bags in the back."
"They are inside the car with your boots. Look Paula, I promise you will be okay. Here."
She held up the baby monitors I have for when we baby sit my sisters children. She tossed one in the boot. I noticed it was on. Then she tossed in a smoke alarm.
"What's that for?" I asked her.
"For someone so smart, you can be a right Numpty at times." She grinned at me.
"This detects Carbon Monoxide which activates the alarm. I took it from the hallway. It won’t be any use if it goes off in the house if we aren't there. What it will tell, is if the boot is filling up with Carbon Monoxide while you are in it! You will be laying a few feet away from the exhaust pipe."
I was very impressed. Jane was thinking about my safety. I would have jumped in and gone off on a road trip without thinking about any of this stuff.
"I won’t stop unless you start humming a tune or if the alarm goes off. I will be able to hear you in the front of the car. Ready to go now?" Jane asked sympathetically.
I nodded, but was still a little scared.
"Stupid" Jane mumbled to herself. "I almost forgot this." The Ballgag dangled from her hand as she lifted it to show me. "Open wide, Hon."
I opened my mouth as wide as I could as she eased the Ballgag behind my teeth. Then I felt the leather straps pinch my neck as she tightened the buckle, brushing my blonde hair out of the way.
"Happy?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Okay Honey, gently bend forward until you rest your shoulders in the boot. I will lift your feet up and ease them in after you are comfortable. Well as comfortable as those ropes will let you."
I wriggled into the boot as much as I could, twisting on my shoulder before lightly falling in the rest of the way. Jane picked up my legs and tucked me into the boot in a crouch position. She grabbed the baby monitor and the smoke alarm, and positioned them near to my face. She stroked the hair away from my face before bending and kissing me over the Ballgag.
"Just hum or sing something if you need me to stop and I will. Otherwise, I'll see you in a couple of hours. "
With that, Jane lightly brought the boot down and pushed it shut, trapping me in a dark little space about four feet wide by three to four feet deep. I raised my head a couple of feet before banging my head on the boot cover. I had more space than I thought. I heard the engine fire up and the SUV edged out of the garage.
Jane braked and then started and braked again. This jarred me and I rolled against the back of the boot before rolling forward. I went to steady myself with my hands which pulled the crotchrope into me, making me gasp with every movement I made. I heard Jane's muffled shout through the back seat I was resting against.
"Hope you are enjoying the ride already."
Jane, the bloody cow, was teasing me already and we hadn't even left the drive. I did notice though, that when she braked hard the Ben Wa Balls clonked and jiggered making my pussy feel like it was churning.
It was going to be a very interesting ride for the next couple of hours.
When Jane drives she drives quite fast which results in her stopping and starting a lot. I am much more of a smoother driver, slowing a little so as not to fully have to stop the car at lights and roundabouts. If I see a red light pop up away down the road as I approach it, I slow, allowing the lights to turn to green when I make the final approach. Obviously I don't get it right every time but I seem to have a smoother journey than Jane. I find it a more economical, but only marginally so.
Well this morning Jane seemed deliberately to speed, slow and stop. I was being tossed about in the boot like a rag in a washing machine. I tried to not rest on my side too long as all my body weight resting on my arm made my arm ache. I was constantly fidgeting around getting comfortable only to be thrown about as Jane took off after stopping at some intersection or other.
The big Ballgag was making my jaw ache and I was drooling all over myself and the floor of the boot. The carpet was getting wet and so was I, as the constant turmoil threw me over the carpet and also over my own dribble.
The crotchrope pinning my hands to my butt was a constant pain in the ass. Every twist and turn the car made I moved too and so did the rope in my pussy. At first it was good, but soon the constant sawing of the rope between my derriere and lips of my vulva became in irritant. This sort of counteracted against the fun I was having with the Ben Wa Balls.
Paula and Jane Take a Road Trip · Part 1 (1/2)
Next
