The Adventures of Anne in Bondage (FF/F), (F/F), (M/F) - Story 4 added!
Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2020 5:15 pm
Story 1 : A rather special Christmas Eve
Christelle and I had agreed to prepare the meal while waiting for the boys who were due to arrive around 10pm. The boys had invited two of their friends and we were supposed to be six for the evening.
I was dressed simply. A burgundy leather mini skirt, a small dark turtleneck that was ultra-thin and tight. I had left my hair free and for a sexy touch, I wore my best pumps, with 12 cm heels. It was already dark, and I had closed all the drapes and curtains. The Christmas decorations were in place and with the artificial lighting and a few candles the effect was perfect.
When the doorbell rang, I was surprised to see that Christelle was accompanied by a friend, Marie, a beautiful black girl, between twenty and twenty-five years old. Tall with long hair, all smiles. Both were protected by a dark leather mackintosh. The unexpected arrival of Marie was not a problem because there was enough food for everyone.
As they came in, I laughed and noticed that they were both wearing black leather boots with stiletto heels. After they had placed their presents under the tree in the opposite corner of the room, I invited them to get rid of them. Under her mackintosh, Christelle wore tight black satin lycra trousers with a wide golden belt and a tight black shirt also satin. Marie wore a more exotic outfit: fishnet stockings, small ultra-fitting black leather shorts and a very thin sleeveless tights pullover with a dark color and deep neckline.
Of course, my kitchen is not very big and the three of us walk around in it. So, Marie was alone in the living room, near the tree while Christelle and I started the preparations.
I asked Marie to go and get the presents from the bedroom and put them under the tree. After a while, she came back to tell me that it was done and then went to the living room whispered to Christelle:
“You know she has special fun, your friend?” She was holding a big red ball gag in her hand.
That was a secret I hadn’t shared with any of my friends, but I was secretly into bondage, and I loved when my boyfriend tied me up and gagged me with this ball gag.
“To each her own," Christelle replied, looking at me. I was still unaware of this conversation.
“There are lots of ropes too. Do you think she likes being tied up? What a funny thing to do!”
Christelle was silent. Then, I arrived in the room and saw Marie holding my ball gag. My blood froze. Had I forgot to put in back in its place last night? How could I be so stupid!
“Put it back in place” I said, trying to keep my voice cool.
“I want to see that, Marie insisted. If she's the type to like it, Anne can give us a demonstration.”
“But, that's not..." I began.
“Come here," said Christelle, pushing me towards the living room.
“But, it's not...”
In the other room, Christelle who was following me grabbed my wrists from behind. Immediately she held me against her, embracing my elbows with one arm and holding my wrists with the other.
“Gag her.”
“But stop...” I tried to cry out.
No need to tell her twice, Marie immediately put the gag firmly in my mouth.
“It must be very strict to be effective" said Christelle.
“It's fun" said Marie, scrupulously tightening the leather strap to the last notch despite my muffled squeaks.
I was squirming to escape Christelle's grip. Amazed, I heard Marie throw:
“Go and fetch the ropes on her bed quickly" grasping me by the arms with a firmness that had nothing to envy Christelle's. "I'll replace you.”
Her embrace had already tightened on my elbows.
“Mmmgnhh...”
I was struggling and blowing, without any success. I was well positioned to know that my gag was very effective.
I heard Christelle's quick step away from the room, she turned on the radio to mask our noises. Marie was holding me very effectively. This girl has an incredible grip. A few moments later, the ropes were forming a pile on the sofa.
“We might wrinkle her clothes," worried Christelle. “That would be a pity.”
“That's right. Take off her skirt," replied Marie, laughing.
“Grhhmmfmhhh...”
In less time than it takes to say it and despite my sharp chuckles and all my hopping, my skirt was gone. They had an exclamation of surprise when they saw that I was wearing a sexy suspender belt and a burgundy thong underneath.
“Lovely! Very exciting!” said Christelle with a little whistle.
“Now it's time for the little jumper! Marie ordered.
Alone against them, I could do absolutely nothing. The two amazons each held one arm and passed the jumper through with the other hand. The jumper joined my skirt on the next armchair. I found myself topless and drooling while Marie had already tightened her grip around my arms.
“Say, she's really supple!” Marie exclaimed. “Look at that!”
She showed my elbows and forearms, which were easily joined under her embrace.
“Yes, a dancer is very supple. Her wrists now.”
Marie swiveled slightly and presented my wrists to Christelle who already had a rope. She was constantly throwing me off balance so that I couldn't throw a foot. I felt the turns of the rope accumulating rapidly. She passed the rope a few times between my wrists and then went up several turns just below my elbows. Finally, she made several turns between my elbows and finished with a tight knot that was totally out of reach. I had not returned from my surprise that Marie had me swivel in front of Christelle who immediately passed a new rope below my knees.
“This will save us from her kicks" commented Christelle.
No sooner had I regained my balance than several turns of rope were already gripping my legs. The rope was secured around the tie before tightening the last knot dryly. The rope formed a white band of a few centimeters on my skin. Bending my head, I could see the scene between my breasts. My lips were as if sealed to the enormous ball of the gag which completely blocked my mouth and the leather strap went into my cheeks.
“Let's go back to the arms, it's not over yet," Christelle said.
Marie turned me over to face her and grabbed my shoulders to keep me quiet. She watched Christelle busy with great interest. I felt a rope form loops around my arms, this time above my elbows. One loop around one shoulder, then around the other. This formed a crossing in the upper back, to which she attached the rope at my elbows and then the one under my elbows.
“That's it, everything is solid. It's not too tight but nothing should be able to move.”
“Oh dear, she really likes it! Her breasts point, it's fantastic!” Said Marie.
I didn't know how to try to turn around to escape her gaze. I was jumping around frantically waving my head. Christelle used another rope to tie my wrists to my waist. It formed a new white band like a belt. She would make a few more turns between my back and my wrists before going back up to tie the knot at my elbows. Still out of reach!
“Ha!” laughed Christelle. “Did you think you could reach that knot?”
“Mphhffg!”
With each new rope, I found myself insensibly more perfectly immobilized, to the point that I could not move at all! I could see Mary's naughty look in front of me. She never took her eyes off my chest. A new rope forming a pretty ribbon under my breasts had already been tied behind my back. Already I could see new loops passing in front of my face and resting above my breasts to form a real white belt. To top it all off, she crossed the link between my breasts, tightening it.
The reaction wasn't long in coming, while Christelle secured this link in my back and pulled my shoulders back, my breasts pointed even harder. Marie held out a curious hand.
“Well her boyfriend must not be bored! They're firm but you should feel her nipples!”
“Ah yes, indeed! Great performance" exclaimed Christelle after having felt her turn!
Marie continued to weigh my breasts while Christelle looked after my ankles. This time, the band formed by the rope was ten centimeters long. She finished carefully securing the tie.
“I am curious.” Marie murmured as if for herself, letting her hand go down to my lower abdomen.
“Mgnmfhhhhhh... Gnhh....”
I was rolling big eyes with faint grunts.
“Ah yes, that's effective. And just like that...”
She pinched my nose while her hand went down. She slowly started to run her finger over my thong, caressing my crotch.
“… … …”
I wiggled stupidly as I tried to scream.
“this ball is very nice, she really can't scream anymore!” concludes Marie.
“Well, let's take her there.” Said Christelle, pointing to the other side of the living room with a movement of her head.
They grabbed me and I was carried like a bundle next to the sofa. They sat me down on the parquet floor, just between the small coffee table and the fireplace in half a shadow. The scene was illuminated by the flashing garland of the nearby Christmas tree.
“A present was added under the tree," laughed Christelle, passing a rope under my knees.
She used this rope to force me to bring my knees under my chin, against my chest.
“Mfhhghh... Mrrhhghh!!!!!”
But Christelle methodically passed the rope around my chest and after a few turns, she also very carefully secured the link. Marie had straightened herself up and was contemplating the scene at her feet with interest. With those stockings, those tight mini shorts and those heeled boots, she looked like a sadomasochistic trainer! Christelle tilted me on my side, facing towards the centre of the room.
“And to finish off our lovely package...”
“Ghhfffgpfhhh...”
I was drooling profusely by now. The ball gag wes very effective.
I was drooling profusely. She passed a rope around my ankles and stretched it so that my legs were bent to the maximum, my heels against my buttocks. This taut tie was finally tied in my back, with a new knot rigorously out of reach. I formed a small ball and I couldn't move one muscle.
I could still growl a little, shake my feet or hands, shake my head... and that was it. In this position you have no momentum to rotate in any way.
“Come on," said Christelle as she stood up. “Under the tree, my pretty! Put her with the other presents.”
Marie crouched down and pushed me gently. I slipped among the presents, continuing to growl and wiggle as best I could. I was half hidden by the couch and the living room table. At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the flat. Christelle went to see. It was the neighbor.
“Uh, isn't Anne here?” He asked, surprised to find himself in front of a stranger.
“Yes, but she's very busy with presents.”
The neighbor bent down to take a look but only had a vision of Marie, very sexy with her tight shorts and boots, who was waving a gentle greeting.
“Yes, er... could you turn the music down a little?”
“Certainly," replied Christelle, taking a few steps around the room. The worst thing is that I could see the scene perfectly between the foot of the sofa and Marie's knees, but in that dark corner of the room he couldn't see me. With horror I heard Christelle throw:
“Would you like to come in for a moment and have a little drink?”
“Er...” he looked behind him. “Quickly then.”
He went into the living room and Christelle pointed him towards the sofa that was hiding me. Marie got up and came to greet him with a peck on the cheek. He only stayed for a few moments, but I was sweating for fear of being seen. He sat less than two meters away from me. If he had just turned his head, he would have found his neighbor almost naked, severely gagged and tied up as tightly as a common Christmas turkey. Only there were two sexy, welcoming chicks right in front of him to get his full attention.
After a few minutes he took his leave and once the door was closed, I started to growl and squirm.
“Let's leave her," said Christelle. “There's a meal to finish.” They set the table and finished preparing everything on time. Marie glanced at me from time to time. When everything was finished, Marie came and sat down calmly next to me on the sofa.
Christelle came to join her shortly afterwards. Marie looked at me while crossing her long legs.
“You really tied her up very well, she didn't move at all. And this gag is really impressive, you can hardly hear her.”
“Mfphhghhhgn!!!!”
My squeaks were getting high. I waved my head like a fury and tried everything to make a connection, but it was hopeless. I always remained rigorously immobilized despite all my jerky jerks. They're not going to leave me like that for the boys' arrival! In addition, there are two guests that I don't know on the program.
“Gnhhfhhh... GRfhhhGnhh ! MPFHHgn...”
“Obviously she loves it! It's impressive," says Marie, dreamy.
“Indeed, and it looks like she's also a bit of an exhibitionist. To each her own," replied Christelle as she turned the page of the magazine she was leafing through.
“HhhGhhMfHHH!”
“It's almost time, the boys should be here.” She was finishing her sentence precisely when the bell rang. Christelle and Marie got up to welcome the four boys. There were two strangers.
“Anne isn't with you?" questioned my boyfriend.
“Yes, of course she is. She's under the tree, with the other presents.”
The boys approached the tree and suddenly discovered the show I was offering. I was ashamed to death. I couldn't stir or tell anyone. The moment of amazement passed, Christelle added:
“Nobody even thinks of unwrapping the gifts before midnight!”
“But there are still two hours left” said Christelle's boyfriend.
“If you insist on freeing her, there will be a pledge and she need to stay in that outfit all New Year's Eve.”
They talked for several minutes around me, one kneeling, the other groping, the third caressing. They were all enjoying themselves with me! I felt a little pat on the ass, but I didn’t know who did it. In the end they decided to untie me, but with the agreement that after the meal I would be left in Marie's care to be tied up and gagged again, and that I would then be seated among the others in the living room. I agreed to this deal.
That's how I took part in the topless Christmas Eve party, in a thong and suspender belt with dizzying pumps surrounded only by normally dressed people. And that's also why I ended the Christmas Eve sitting on a chair, almost naked, gagged and tied up like a sausage, with my arms behind my back and my ankles firmly attached to the bar uniting the front legs of the seat. Marie did this very well. Very methodical, strict and efficient. She learns quickly and makes excellent knots!
She gagged me as rigorously as the first time and once I was completely tied to the chair, I couldn't move an inch. When it was time to say goodbye, everyone came over and gave me a nice kiss on my chair. Marie took the opportunity to touch my breasts again. After closing the door behind them, my boyfriend put an X movie on TV to distract me while he tidied up. He came to watch the end with me before freeing me.
Christelle and I had agreed to prepare the meal while waiting for the boys who were due to arrive around 10pm. The boys had invited two of their friends and we were supposed to be six for the evening.
I was dressed simply. A burgundy leather mini skirt, a small dark turtleneck that was ultra-thin and tight. I had left my hair free and for a sexy touch, I wore my best pumps, with 12 cm heels. It was already dark, and I had closed all the drapes and curtains. The Christmas decorations were in place and with the artificial lighting and a few candles the effect was perfect.
When the doorbell rang, I was surprised to see that Christelle was accompanied by a friend, Marie, a beautiful black girl, between twenty and twenty-five years old. Tall with long hair, all smiles. Both were protected by a dark leather mackintosh. The unexpected arrival of Marie was not a problem because there was enough food for everyone.
As they came in, I laughed and noticed that they were both wearing black leather boots with stiletto heels. After they had placed their presents under the tree in the opposite corner of the room, I invited them to get rid of them. Under her mackintosh, Christelle wore tight black satin lycra trousers with a wide golden belt and a tight black shirt also satin. Marie wore a more exotic outfit: fishnet stockings, small ultra-fitting black leather shorts and a very thin sleeveless tights pullover with a dark color and deep neckline.
Of course, my kitchen is not very big and the three of us walk around in it. So, Marie was alone in the living room, near the tree while Christelle and I started the preparations.
I asked Marie to go and get the presents from the bedroom and put them under the tree. After a while, she came back to tell me that it was done and then went to the living room whispered to Christelle:
“You know she has special fun, your friend?” She was holding a big red ball gag in her hand.
That was a secret I hadn’t shared with any of my friends, but I was secretly into bondage, and I loved when my boyfriend tied me up and gagged me with this ball gag.
“To each her own," Christelle replied, looking at me. I was still unaware of this conversation.
“There are lots of ropes too. Do you think she likes being tied up? What a funny thing to do!”
Christelle was silent. Then, I arrived in the room and saw Marie holding my ball gag. My blood froze. Had I forgot to put in back in its place last night? How could I be so stupid!
“Put it back in place” I said, trying to keep my voice cool.
“I want to see that, Marie insisted. If she's the type to like it, Anne can give us a demonstration.”
“But, that's not..." I began.
“Come here," said Christelle, pushing me towards the living room.
“But, it's not...”
In the other room, Christelle who was following me grabbed my wrists from behind. Immediately she held me against her, embracing my elbows with one arm and holding my wrists with the other.
“Gag her.”
“But stop...” I tried to cry out.
No need to tell her twice, Marie immediately put the gag firmly in my mouth.
“It must be very strict to be effective" said Christelle.
“It's fun" said Marie, scrupulously tightening the leather strap to the last notch despite my muffled squeaks.
I was squirming to escape Christelle's grip. Amazed, I heard Marie throw:
“Go and fetch the ropes on her bed quickly" grasping me by the arms with a firmness that had nothing to envy Christelle's. "I'll replace you.”
Her embrace had already tightened on my elbows.
“Mmmgnhh...”
I was struggling and blowing, without any success. I was well positioned to know that my gag was very effective.
I heard Christelle's quick step away from the room, she turned on the radio to mask our noises. Marie was holding me very effectively. This girl has an incredible grip. A few moments later, the ropes were forming a pile on the sofa.
“We might wrinkle her clothes," worried Christelle. “That would be a pity.”
“That's right. Take off her skirt," replied Marie, laughing.
“Grhhmmfmhhh...”
In less time than it takes to say it and despite my sharp chuckles and all my hopping, my skirt was gone. They had an exclamation of surprise when they saw that I was wearing a sexy suspender belt and a burgundy thong underneath.
“Lovely! Very exciting!” said Christelle with a little whistle.
“Now it's time for the little jumper! Marie ordered.
Alone against them, I could do absolutely nothing. The two amazons each held one arm and passed the jumper through with the other hand. The jumper joined my skirt on the next armchair. I found myself topless and drooling while Marie had already tightened her grip around my arms.
“Say, she's really supple!” Marie exclaimed. “Look at that!”
She showed my elbows and forearms, which were easily joined under her embrace.
“Yes, a dancer is very supple. Her wrists now.”
Marie swiveled slightly and presented my wrists to Christelle who already had a rope. She was constantly throwing me off balance so that I couldn't throw a foot. I felt the turns of the rope accumulating rapidly. She passed the rope a few times between my wrists and then went up several turns just below my elbows. Finally, she made several turns between my elbows and finished with a tight knot that was totally out of reach. I had not returned from my surprise that Marie had me swivel in front of Christelle who immediately passed a new rope below my knees.
“This will save us from her kicks" commented Christelle.
No sooner had I regained my balance than several turns of rope were already gripping my legs. The rope was secured around the tie before tightening the last knot dryly. The rope formed a white band of a few centimeters on my skin. Bending my head, I could see the scene between my breasts. My lips were as if sealed to the enormous ball of the gag which completely blocked my mouth and the leather strap went into my cheeks.
“Let's go back to the arms, it's not over yet," Christelle said.
Marie turned me over to face her and grabbed my shoulders to keep me quiet. She watched Christelle busy with great interest. I felt a rope form loops around my arms, this time above my elbows. One loop around one shoulder, then around the other. This formed a crossing in the upper back, to which she attached the rope at my elbows and then the one under my elbows.
“That's it, everything is solid. It's not too tight but nothing should be able to move.”
“Oh dear, she really likes it! Her breasts point, it's fantastic!” Said Marie.
I didn't know how to try to turn around to escape her gaze. I was jumping around frantically waving my head. Christelle used another rope to tie my wrists to my waist. It formed a new white band like a belt. She would make a few more turns between my back and my wrists before going back up to tie the knot at my elbows. Still out of reach!
“Ha!” laughed Christelle. “Did you think you could reach that knot?”
“Mphhffg!”
With each new rope, I found myself insensibly more perfectly immobilized, to the point that I could not move at all! I could see Mary's naughty look in front of me. She never took her eyes off my chest. A new rope forming a pretty ribbon under my breasts had already been tied behind my back. Already I could see new loops passing in front of my face and resting above my breasts to form a real white belt. To top it all off, she crossed the link between my breasts, tightening it.
The reaction wasn't long in coming, while Christelle secured this link in my back and pulled my shoulders back, my breasts pointed even harder. Marie held out a curious hand.
“Well her boyfriend must not be bored! They're firm but you should feel her nipples!”
“Ah yes, indeed! Great performance" exclaimed Christelle after having felt her turn!
Marie continued to weigh my breasts while Christelle looked after my ankles. This time, the band formed by the rope was ten centimeters long. She finished carefully securing the tie.
“I am curious.” Marie murmured as if for herself, letting her hand go down to my lower abdomen.
“Mgnmfhhhhhh... Gnhh....”
I was rolling big eyes with faint grunts.
“Ah yes, that's effective. And just like that...”
She pinched my nose while her hand went down. She slowly started to run her finger over my thong, caressing my crotch.
“… … …”
I wiggled stupidly as I tried to scream.
“this ball is very nice, she really can't scream anymore!” concludes Marie.
“Well, let's take her there.” Said Christelle, pointing to the other side of the living room with a movement of her head.
They grabbed me and I was carried like a bundle next to the sofa. They sat me down on the parquet floor, just between the small coffee table and the fireplace in half a shadow. The scene was illuminated by the flashing garland of the nearby Christmas tree.
“A present was added under the tree," laughed Christelle, passing a rope under my knees.
She used this rope to force me to bring my knees under my chin, against my chest.
“Mfhhghh... Mrrhhghh!!!!!”
But Christelle methodically passed the rope around my chest and after a few turns, she also very carefully secured the link. Marie had straightened herself up and was contemplating the scene at her feet with interest. With those stockings, those tight mini shorts and those heeled boots, she looked like a sadomasochistic trainer! Christelle tilted me on my side, facing towards the centre of the room.
“And to finish off our lovely package...”
“Ghhfffgpfhhh...”
I was drooling profusely by now. The ball gag wes very effective.
I was drooling profusely. She passed a rope around my ankles and stretched it so that my legs were bent to the maximum, my heels against my buttocks. This taut tie was finally tied in my back, with a new knot rigorously out of reach. I formed a small ball and I couldn't move one muscle.
I could still growl a little, shake my feet or hands, shake my head... and that was it. In this position you have no momentum to rotate in any way.
“Come on," said Christelle as she stood up. “Under the tree, my pretty! Put her with the other presents.”
Marie crouched down and pushed me gently. I slipped among the presents, continuing to growl and wiggle as best I could. I was half hidden by the couch and the living room table. At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the flat. Christelle went to see. It was the neighbor.
“Uh, isn't Anne here?” He asked, surprised to find himself in front of a stranger.
“Yes, but she's very busy with presents.”
The neighbor bent down to take a look but only had a vision of Marie, very sexy with her tight shorts and boots, who was waving a gentle greeting.
“Yes, er... could you turn the music down a little?”
“Certainly," replied Christelle, taking a few steps around the room. The worst thing is that I could see the scene perfectly between the foot of the sofa and Marie's knees, but in that dark corner of the room he couldn't see me. With horror I heard Christelle throw:
“Would you like to come in for a moment and have a little drink?”
“Er...” he looked behind him. “Quickly then.”
He went into the living room and Christelle pointed him towards the sofa that was hiding me. Marie got up and came to greet him with a peck on the cheek. He only stayed for a few moments, but I was sweating for fear of being seen. He sat less than two meters away from me. If he had just turned his head, he would have found his neighbor almost naked, severely gagged and tied up as tightly as a common Christmas turkey. Only there were two sexy, welcoming chicks right in front of him to get his full attention.
After a few minutes he took his leave and once the door was closed, I started to growl and squirm.
“Let's leave her," said Christelle. “There's a meal to finish.” They set the table and finished preparing everything on time. Marie glanced at me from time to time. When everything was finished, Marie came and sat down calmly next to me on the sofa.
Christelle came to join her shortly afterwards. Marie looked at me while crossing her long legs.
“You really tied her up very well, she didn't move at all. And this gag is really impressive, you can hardly hear her.”
“Mfphhghhhgn!!!!”
My squeaks were getting high. I waved my head like a fury and tried everything to make a connection, but it was hopeless. I always remained rigorously immobilized despite all my jerky jerks. They're not going to leave me like that for the boys' arrival! In addition, there are two guests that I don't know on the program.
“Gnhhfhhh... GRfhhhGnhh ! MPFHHgn...”
“Obviously she loves it! It's impressive," says Marie, dreamy.
“Indeed, and it looks like she's also a bit of an exhibitionist. To each her own," replied Christelle as she turned the page of the magazine she was leafing through.
“HhhGhhMfHHH!”
“It's almost time, the boys should be here.” She was finishing her sentence precisely when the bell rang. Christelle and Marie got up to welcome the four boys. There were two strangers.
“Anne isn't with you?" questioned my boyfriend.
“Yes, of course she is. She's under the tree, with the other presents.”
The boys approached the tree and suddenly discovered the show I was offering. I was ashamed to death. I couldn't stir or tell anyone. The moment of amazement passed, Christelle added:
“Nobody even thinks of unwrapping the gifts before midnight!”
“But there are still two hours left” said Christelle's boyfriend.
“If you insist on freeing her, there will be a pledge and she need to stay in that outfit all New Year's Eve.”
They talked for several minutes around me, one kneeling, the other groping, the third caressing. They were all enjoying themselves with me! I felt a little pat on the ass, but I didn’t know who did it. In the end they decided to untie me, but with the agreement that after the meal I would be left in Marie's care to be tied up and gagged again, and that I would then be seated among the others in the living room. I agreed to this deal.
That's how I took part in the topless Christmas Eve party, in a thong and suspender belt with dizzying pumps surrounded only by normally dressed people. And that's also why I ended the Christmas Eve sitting on a chair, almost naked, gagged and tied up like a sausage, with my arms behind my back and my ankles firmly attached to the bar uniting the front legs of the seat. Marie did this very well. Very methodical, strict and efficient. She learns quickly and makes excellent knots!
She gagged me as rigorously as the first time and once I was completely tied to the chair, I couldn't move an inch. When it was time to say goodbye, everyone came over and gave me a nice kiss on my chair. Marie took the opportunity to touch my breasts again. After closing the door behind them, my boyfriend put an X movie on TV to distract me while he tidied up. He came to watch the end with me before freeing me.