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27. Getting together
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“Ding-dong”
“Again?” Elly muttered when the doorbell rang again. “What is this, Central Station? Geez. Normally I don’t see anybody.”
She put her tea down, again, and walked to the door, turning on the lights and opening the door.
“Mrs. Colonel?” A younger version of Karen was standing at the door.
“Yes, that’s me. You must be Sally. Bridget mentioned you look like a younger version of your mother. Please come in.”
Sally, dressed in cut-off jeans and a red blouse, white sneakers on her feet, smiled and walked into the hallway.
“I came to pick up my mother. I had some business in town and dropped her off earlier. Everything went faster than I expected, so I am a little earlier than I planned to be.”
“Your mother did not tell me she was being picked up, but the gag in her mouth might have something to do with that.” Elly said, grinning.
“Gag? You mean you have her tied up already?”
“Believe me, it did not take much convincing. Come on in, I’ll show you.”
Sally followed the older woman to the back of the house. After opening a door and turning on a few lights, Sally saw both Bridget and her mother lying hogtied on the floor. She noticed the red latex looked good on her mom. The white version looked good on Bridget. Both women were still restrained, they had not, if they had tried at all, made any headway at escaping.
“Your mom walked in when I was doing a shoot with Bridget. She commented on how good the latex looked on Bridget, so I gave her the red one to try on. It looks rather good on her. Your mother has not changed much since I last saw her. And you look like her when she was younger.”
“Bridget brought some photos and I had to agree, I really look like my mother when she was modelling. In some of the photos it almost looked like it was me, but I knew I had never been here.”
“I understood you play bondage games occasionally?” Elly asked.
“Yeah, it started a few month ago, but the last few weeks we seem to be really embracing it. My mom, one of her friends, my brother and his girlfriend, we all spend time bound and gagged recently. For the last ‘game’, I was tied up for 11 hours.”
“Eleven hours? Geez, you are one tough cookie.”
“It was a bit hard in the end, but I enjoyed it, mostly. Not every position is easy, but I can relax when I am tied up, not having to worry about things, other maybe than when I will get out, as I cannot do anything about my worries.”
“I know a lot of people who have that attitude, your mother being one of them. She would spend hours in bondage for a photoshoot and by the time we were ready to untie her, she wanted to stay tied up a little longer.”
“I did not know that.” Sally said, a smile on her face.
Karen and Bridget moved around the floor a little. With the smooth latex suits, it was hard to get yourself moving as they were very slippery.
“Would you like to join your mother?” Elly asked.
“Euh, I did not plan on getting tied up, but I think neither was mom, and since she is already tied and gagged and since I am the designated driver, why not.” Sally replied.
Elly told her to come with her and they walked to the storage area that was the wardrobe. Sally’s eyes went wide when she saw the amount of clothing that was stored in the little room.
“Geez, that is a lot of different costumes.” She said, looking around and softly touching some of the materials.
“We had to cater for a wide variety of wishes and this is not something we collected in a day. Most of this stuff has been here for years, from when my husband was running the business. Here, this will work for you, I think.”
Elly gave Sally a black latex suit, much like the ones Bridget and her mom were wearing.
“It might be a little tight, try it on, it stretches. Don’t wear anything underneath.” Elly said, before walking back out to the studio.
Sally changed in the same area as her mom had changed, as she recognized the clothes lying on one of the seats. She stripped, she had not been wearing a bra underneath her blouse anyway and tried on the catsuit. It was a snug fit; the suit showed a large amount of cleavage, more than Bridget’s and her mom’s, which were closed all the way to the neck, and Sally was happy to find out that her breasts could fill the material perfectly. As her mom had done, she stretched the material, although there was not much to stretch as it was a tight fit already, before she walked back out from behind the screen, barefoot, just like her mom and Bridget. She had never worn anything like this, but she enjoyed it very much.
“You look good.” Elly said when she saw Sally.
Elly was in the process of releasing Bridget. After untying the hogtie, the gag had been removed, allowing Bridget to move her jaw.
“That gag is not my favorite.” Bridget said when Sally walked up to them.
Karen was still hogtied on the floor and Sally looked at the gag that had been used on Bridget.
“That looks like a really restrictive gag.” She said.
“Yes it is. It is probably one of the most uncomfortable gags, because you can tighten everything so tight. Once it is around your head, you don’t say much anymore.” Bridget added.
Sally watched how Elly removed the belts and the leather single glove, allowing Bridget to move freely again for the first time in 2 hours.
“This feels good.” She said, stretching her body, getting rid of the stiffness.
“What would you like me to do?” Sally asked.
She could see a smile on her mother’s face and if she had not been gagged, Karen would have said that she thought Sally looked great. The tight black latex formed like a second skin and showed off her tight body, her medium sized breasts trying to burst out of the bustline of the catsuit. The black catsuit had the zipper at the back, but it had been easy to close, as it had a loop attached.
“I think we’ll put you two together. You are about the same height. Bridget, can you get Karen out of the hogtie? You can also remove her gag and the single-glove.”
“Will do.” She replied and kneeled next to Karen.
It did not take long to remove the rope around Karen’s ankles and release her from the hogtie. In the meantime, Elly had tied Sally’s wrists together with half inch soft rope. Six wraps around her wrists, in the common wrist together position, before it was cinched. The knot had been tied out of the way of Sally’s fingers.
“Can you touch your elbows?” Elly asked her, while Sally tested her wrist bindings.
Sally nodded and Elly pulled another rope around the elbows and pulled gently until Sally’s elbows touched.
“Pretty flexible.” Elly stated.
“It seems to be the only way I get tied up nowadays. Elbows together.” Sally replied, laughing.
With her wrists and elbows pulled together behind her back, her breasts were even more trying to squeeze out of the catsuit, but there was nothing she could do about it.
“Hi mom.” Sally said, when Bridget took the gag out of Karen’s mouth.
“You are back early. I had not expected you yet.”
“It all worked out perfectly and I ended up being done way before I thought I would. I figured I get something to drink, but then I thought it would be more fun to see what you were doing. I did not think you would be tied up that quick though.”
“Look who is talking. You are almost as quickly tied as I was.”
All four women laughed. Bridget tied Karen’s arms in the same way as her daughter but using black rope. It contrasted nicely with the white rope used on Sally and the red from the catsuit she was wearing. Once they had looked at each others’ bound arms, Elly moved them to the middle of the floor.
“On you knees please.” She said.
The floor in the studio was covered in a soft material, preventing anybody from having to kneel or sit on the hard floor. Sally kneeled, a little wobbly with her arms tied behind her back, and Karen did the same, but more fluent.
“Experience.” She said when she saw how her daughter looked at her.
They were a little apart in the middle of the studio. Elly positioned Karen a little, moving her closer to her daughter and in such a way that they were facing each other. Using the black rope for Karen and the white for Sally, Bridget and Elly tied the ankles together of their models. The next rope for each of the bound women went around their legs, just above the knees.
“Now, I have this gag that I hardly get to use, but which will be perfect for the two of you.”
Sallie sighed, which made Karen laugh.
“You should be used to them now; you have been gagged a good deal lately.” She said to her daughter.
Elly walked over to the wall and grabbed a ballgag with two balls that were fused together, kinda like a figure 8. Each ball had its own strap. With an audible plop the one side of the double ball was inserted into Karen’s mouth and the strap was buckled nice and tight behind her neck.
“Hmmpppffff.” She tested the gag.
“Your turn.” Elly said, indicating to Sally to get even closer to her mother.
Sally scooted, on her knees and with a little help from Bridget, closer, their breasts touching. Being similar in height had its benefits today.
“Open up.” Elly said to Sally.
When the second strap got pulled tight and buckled behind Sally’s head, the two bound women could look very closely in each others’ eyes as they were very close together. Their noses touched when they moved, which caused Sally to giggle.
“That is a great gag.” Bridget said. “I did not know you had that one.”
“As I said, I do not get to use it much.” Elly responded.
Bridget laughed.
“Okay, let’s finish this.” Elly said.
She picked up another rope, black again, and tied it around Karen’s waist, wrapping it several times around her, before putting a knot in it at Karen’s back and running the rope between Karen’s legs from the rear to the front, pulling it nice and tight. Instead of tying it off, she just looped it over the waist rope at the front and then let the end dangle.
“Your turn.” She told Sally.
Tying a white rope around her waist and applying the same type of crotch rope, she did the same as with Karen, but instead of letting the end of the rope just hang down, she pulled it to Karen and ran it over her waist rope, between her legs and tied it off at Karen’s back, fixing it to Karen’s bound wrists. She pulled both women together before tying the final knot. Doing the same to Sally with the black rope from Karen, both women could pull the rope between their legs tighter by pulling their wrists away from their bodies.
“Hmmppffff.” Sally said once she figured out what Elly had done.
“I know, see it as a little present. Bridget told me you are 18, so this is legal.” Elly said with a smile.
Neither of the bound women complained, although being bound so close to her mother was a new experience for Sally. Karen had been tied many times to other models and she trusted Elly to not push it too far, but they were dressed, and Sally was indeed 18. And it was not that she could do much about it, therefore she gave Sally a wink when she opened her eyes.
“I’ll take some photos.” Bridget said seeing the interaction between both females.
“Good.” Elly said. “As I have to make tea yet again.”
Bridget grinned while she walked around the two helpless females taking pictures of their predicament. Sally could smell the faint odor of the perfume her mother was wearing, and she had a pretty good view of her mothers’ eyes. Other than some pulling off the wrists, there was very little movement, as neither of the bound women wanted to fall over.
“I’ll go and see what my mom is doing. Don’t go away.” Bridget said with a big smile.
She put the camera down and walked out of the room, turning off the lights and closing the door behind her, leaving the two helpless women very close together and very helpless and alone in the studio. Both Sally and Karen grunted in their gags, but there was nobody around to hear them.
“Hmmpppffff.” Sally squeaked when her mother pulled on the rope connecting them, which made Karen grin. A similar reaction happened when Sally pulled her wrists back and while they waited for Elly and Bridget to come back, they played an intimate game of tug of war.