CarouselCowboy13 wrote: ↑2 years ago
This is Cute and Adorable Awesome Start love reading your stories can't wait to see what happens in next chapter
Oh, thank you! I've got some great news, too - here's Chapter 2!
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Chapter 2 - Just tying up?
The doorbell rang. Chelsey turned to look at Magda.
“That’ll be Talia. Would you go get it?”
Chelsey took one last look at the full-length mirror she was standing in front of. She was wearing a short black strapless dress that clung to her curves, the fabric giving off a velvety sheen. On her feet she had a pair of strappy black heels. Blowing a kiss at the mirror, she turned and walked to the door.
Talia stepped in, carrying two huge black bags. Chelsey closed the door and turned to see Talia standing there with her arms wide open. The blue-haired hippie was wearing the same garish hoodie she’d worn when she’d shown up to take photos of Magda’s shop and an ankle-length dress underneath it.
“Hello, lovely. What’s the occasion”, Talia said as she wrapped her arms around Chelsey.
“We decided to do a bit of dress-up for the shoot”, Chelsey replied.
“You look really, really good”, Talia breathed, her forehead pressed against Chelsey’s.
“How good”, Chelsey asked.
“Good enough to eat”, Talia whispered, kissing Chelsey. Chelsey responded to the kiss, pulling Talia against her - until a cough sounded from somewhere behind her.
The two embracing women turned to look. Magda stood there in a victorian/steampunk style dress that was even shorter than Chelsey’s. The rust-colored fabric was an almost hue-perfect match to her red hair.
“Good thing I’m not the jealous type”, Magda said with a crooked smirk on her face.
She walked closer, put her hand at the back of Talia’s head and kissed the hippie on the lips.
“I was just complimenting her on the choice of dress”, Talia mock-protested as the kiss broke. The protestation might have been a little more effective had she not been squeezing Chelsey’s ass through the dress.
“Thank you for coming”, Magda said with a smile.
Talia gave Chelsey’s butt one last squeeze and pulled her hoodie off.
“What, and miss a chance to do something like this? Of course I came”, she said and picked up her bags. “Where is this happening?”
Magda led them into the bedroom.
“Ooo, saucy”, Talia commented.
Magda had largely cleared out the room, leaving just the bed in the center of the space. The bed was covered with a burgundy bedspread - and a pile of ropes, scarves, a few rolls of duct tape and assorted bondage paraphernalia. Talia opened her bags and started rooting around.
“What’s the plan, then? I assume someone has a script for this”, she asked as she uncoiled a power lead. Chelsey and Magda glanced at one another.
“If you mean something with lines, I’m sorry to disappoint you. It’d come out cheesy as shit anyway and I’m really not feeling having to do twenty takes for everything so we decided to keep it simple. For starters, I tie her and once that’s done, she ties me”, Magda said, nodding toward Chelsey.
“Just tying up? Boooooo-riiiiiing…”, Talia singsonged.
Magda stuck her tongue out at her, getting a chuckle from both Chelsey and Talia. Then she picked up two eyemasks off the bed - one crimson and one black - and handed one to Chelsey.
Talia’s eyebrows went up as she was assembling a light. “What are those for?”
“Weeellll… We haven’t decided whether we’re going to sell these at some point. So, in order to keep our options open, a little disguise”, Chelsey said.
She set the black mask on her face, arranging her dirty-blonde hair to conceal the elastic band around her head and pressing down on the mask to make sure that the little pieces of double-sided tape they’d put on the inside adhered to her skin. She turned to look at Magda who was checking her mask in the mirror.
“Okay, I’m all set”, Talia said as she turned on the lights. There weren’t many - three small ones on small tripods - but she’d insisted on using them.
Chelsey and Magda looked at one another. ‘Are we really doing this? Really, really doing this”, they seemed to be asking one another. Then Chelsey nodded. So did Magda.
“Ready when you are.”
“Come on, gals, don’t make me say something corny and dumb like ‘lights, camera, action’.”
Magda chuckled. “Just push the red button.”
Talia raised the small video camera and gave a thumbs-up.
Looking at Magda dressed the way she was, her face partially hidden by the mask, Chelsey had to remind herself that this was the woman she loved. When the redhead sauntered closer and spread her arms, Chelsey felt a moment of uncertainty about the situation - but when she felt Magda’s body pressing against hers, the uncertainty vanished. She kissed the redhead eagerly, slipping her tongue into Magda’s mouth, feeling the redhead’s hands grasping her ass.
“I love you so much”, Magda whispered into Chelsey’s mouth. Chelsey let out a small giggle and slipped her hand between their bodies, her fingers finding Magda’s breast. The redhead gasped as Chelsey lightly squeezed the soft orb, fingers briefly flicking over the rapidly-hardening nipple.
Magda pressed her hips against Chelsey, grinding their bodies together through the dresses. To the side, Talia moved quietly to get another angle at the two. Neither Magda nor Chelsey paid her any mind. The redhead grasped Chelsey’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze - and then grasped the dirty-blonde by her upper arms, pushed her backwards and turned her around.
“Hands behind your back”, Magda said softly.
Chelsey did as she was told, crossing her wrists behind her back. She heard the soft, distinctive rustle of rope as Magda uncoiled a length and then began wrapping it around her wrists. Winding the cord around Chelsey’s slender wrists, the redhead paused momentarily to squeeze Chelsey’s ass before moving on. Chelsey glanced over her shoulder and saw Magda grin at her.
“Anyone ever tell you you have the perfect ass for spanking”, the redhead asked.
“Nope - but that’s not to say someone hasn’t spanked it…”
“Oooo…”, Magda cooed as she cinched and knotted the rope. Then she reached around Chelsey and pulled the dirty-blonde against her, laying her hands on Chelsey’s breasts.
“One of these days you’ll have to tell me about it…”
Chelsey’s answer was choked by the moan of pleasure as Magda started to play with her breasts. Squeezing them through the fabric of the dress, she kneaded the soft orbs gently and gave the nipples as quick, small pinch. Chelsey threw her head back and moaned aloud. She saw Talia had moved right in front of her to get a good view of what Magda was doing. For a second or two Chelsey pondered the situation - here she was, tied up, probably either mostly or completely naked in a moment or two… AND being videoed. ‘What if someone sees this…’, she pondered. Then Magda walked around her and kissed her, wiping the worries. The redhead’s hands wrapped around Chelsey’s neck, pulling their faces together.
“Nervous?”
“A little, yeah.”
“Here, let me distract you”, Magda whispered.
She gripped the cleavage of Chelsey’s strapless dress and began to ease it down over the dirty-blonde’s chest. Smiling all the while she pulled the fabric down slowly… oh so slowly… until Chelsey’s nipples popped out. Magda leaned down and closed her lips around one stiff nub. Chelsey groaned aloud and almost stumbled as the flash of pleasure struck her. Lips still wrapped around Chelsey’s nipple, Magda pulled the dress lower, revealing Chelsey’s breasts completely. She kept looking up into Chelsey’s eyes as she laid her hands on the dirty-blonde’s breasts and moved to kiss the other nipple.
Chelsey gasped. “Okay… that’s… distracting…”
“...and I haven’t even touched your feet yet…”
‘Oh fuck yes’, Chelsey thought as Magda’s teeth brushed against her nipple. She gasped and looked down. Talia had moved beside them, holding the camera. Seeing that Chelsey was looking at her, the blue-haired hippie briefly panned to her face. Chelsey smiled - both for the camera’s and Talia’s benefit - and closed her eyes as Magda kept kissing her breasts.
The redhead stood up and stepped back. “You’re still far too free for my liking”, she said and picked up a handful of scarves from the bed.
Breathing heavily, Chelsey looked as Magda balled up a couple of scarves.
“I know you would have liked me to use my socks, but these are prettier”, Magda said as she raised the wad of fabric to Chelsey’s mouth.
The bound dirty-blonde opened her mouth, allowing Magda to stuff the bundle between her lips. Then she picked up a roll of duct tape from the bed and tore off a piece. She smoothed it over Chelsey’s lips, kissed the silver-colored tape and then added a total of four more pieces to further seal the dirty-blonde’s lips. Finally she folded a large, bright-colored scarf and tied it over the tape as an over-the-mouth gag.
Once the gag was complete, Magda once again walked behind Chelsey and grasped her breasts. She began to play with the mounds yet again. Chelsey moaned with pleasure, but with the stuffing, tape and scarf sealing her mouth, she was barely audible.
“Oh, that’s better”, Magda said with a laugh. She leaned closer to Chelsey’s ear. “Now I can play with you as much as I want and not worry about you disturbing anyone with your racket…”
Chelsey closed her eyes, gasping for breath through her nose as Magda’s fingers danced around her nipples. The redhead’s digits circled her areolae, flicked over the stiff nubs, rubbed over them and gave brief, light pinches. Chelsey pushed herself against Magda, grinding her ass against the redhead.
Magda giggled. She leaned her head lower and licked up Chelsey’s neck, over and over again… as her other hand began to slide down Chelsey’s tummy. Moaning into her gag, Chelsey spread her legs and pushed her hips forward. As Magda’s fingers moved slowly downwards, Chelsey began to groan in protest.
“Oh, you’re really hot for it, aren’t you”, Magda cooed into her ear as he fingers inched closer and closer to Chelsey’s mound… closer… and closer… and then they stopped just before reaching Chelsey’s slit.
“MMMMMMPPPPHHHHH”, Chelsey screamed into her gag.
‘Just fucking get on with it’, she raged into her gag, squirming with lust. Magda chuckled - and then her fingers reached Chelsey’s sodden pussy. The dirty-blonde’s knees nearly buckled as Magda’s fingers teased her labia, the other hand still busy with her breasts.
“You know this is just the start… an appetizer… you know I won’t let you cum before having a chance to play with your beautiful, perfect feet…”
Chelsey nodded - already both dreading and anticipating exactly how long it would take before she’d finally get to orgasm. Her toes curled as she felt Magda’s finger slip just barely between her nether lips, just enough to tease the edges… The redhead didn’t let up her teasing, her tongue and lips busy all over Chelsey’s neck and ears, one hand squeezing and caressing the bound woman’s breasts, the other working its magic on her pussy… leaving Chelsey nothing more than a passenger in her own body. Body that was awash with incessant pleasure… pleasure that never grew as fast as she would have liked.
“NNNPPPPPHHHHHHMMMMHHH”, Chelsey yelled into her gag as Magda’s hands moved to her shoulders.
Magda merely laughed. “Oh, there will be more, believe you me. But first…”
She turned Chelsey around and helped the bound dirty-blonde first sit down and then lay down on the bed. With her hands bound behind her back, Chelsey wasn’t terribly comfortable, but if anything she was sure that would be the least of her concerns pretty soon. Magda grabbed a length of rope, wrapped it around Chelsey’s right ankle and tied it to the foot of the bed. Then she wrapped another length of rope around Chelsey’s left ankle and, instead of binding it also to the foot of the bed, she reached up and looped it through an eyelet screwed into the ceiling of the room.
‘Where’d that come from’, Chelsey wondered. Magda caught her incredulous expression and winked as she tied the rope off, leaving Chelsey’s left leg sticking straight up… and leaving her legs spread wide open, her pussy visible for anyone to see. The dirty-blonde saw Talia move around the bed to get a better angle, but forgot about the camera the moment Magda grabbed hold of her left shin and kissed her foot.
“You like my invention”, the redhead asked. “I thought of this the other day when someone we both know very well had me tied to a chair…”
Chelsey rolled her eyes - and moaned aloud as she felt Magda’s lips close around her achilles.
“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll only play with one of your feet - but I’ll do it twice as long.”
‘Twice as long? Twice as long as what? Twice as long as I played with you’, Chelsey thought frantically, her eyes darting from Magda to Talia and back. The blue-haired hippie’s focus was firmly on the viewfinder on the camera - but even in Chelsey’s distracted state, it was obvious the spectacle was turning Talia on. The hippie licked her lips, her cheeks flushed.
Magda leaned down to kiss Chelsey on the scarf covering her lips. “Take it easy, babe. I don’t want to wear you out - you promised you’d tie me up and I’m looking forward to that. Let’s just make it look good”, she said with a wink and another kiss before straightening back up, settling on her knees and taking hold of Chelsey’s foot.
‘How… the fuck… does she… do.. that…’, Chelsey struggled to think as Magda started to lick and kiss her foot. She’d been - a very willing - subject to the redhead’s ministrations several times by now, but every single time she was surprised by just how unearthly skilled Magda was at foot worship. Chelsey had pressed her for her secret several times, but the only explanation Magda had given was that she was just very, very good at reading people’s reactions.
The touch of Magda’s lips was like an electric shock, over and over and over again, each single touch lighting up Chelsey’s nerves… and each single sensation going straight to her already dripping wet pussy. Each kiss, each lick, each nibble fed the fire that was growing in Chelsey’s mound, slowly building the pressure that was just waiting to erupt…
Chelsey felt Magda’s lips wrap around the outside edge of her foot - the redhead’s teeth actually pressing against her skin… and even that.. was absolute bliss. Her eyes wide with lust, hunger, arousal, excitement, she watched as the redhead licked the slight marks her teeth had left - and then moved to Chelsey’s arch… one long lash of her tongue running from the back of the heel to the tip of the big toe, the entire sole of the foot erupting in that delicious toe-curling heat…
Chelsey was gasping for breath, her body writhing on the bed as much as the ropes allowed, her wide eyes silently pleading for release. Magda looked down on her, smiling.
“I know you’ve been fingered to an orgasm… but how about… being toed… to an orgasm…”, the redhead asked as her bare foot moved to Chelsey’s mound… toes settling on the sodden slit…
It was too much.
The redhead’s lips, tongue and fingers on Chelsey’s foot… her perfect toes finding their way between the folds of her labia… pressing onto her swollen, expectant clit… it was all too much.
The explosion began from the depths of the bound dirty-blonde’s pussy, expanding, encompassing her, finding every nook and cranny, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, all the pressure Magda’s tender ministrations had built erupting into a flash of pure, distilled pleasure that washed through Chelsey’s bound body, locking it in a convulsion-like rigor before making her tremble and writhe around as much as her restraints allowed, her breaths coming in a staccato of sharp, breathless moans… that waned slowly as the immediate explosion of pleasure gave way to a slow, warm feeling of contentment that settled into Chelsey’s naked body…
She lay on the bed, watching through half-closed lids as Magda released her legs and rolled over to allow the redhead to unbind her arms. As the scarves and tape came off her lips, she pushed the stuffing out of her mouth. Magda tossed the sodden bundle aside and lay beside her on the bed.
“You okay”, the redhead asked softly.
Chelsey shivered softly, feeling the last twitches of the orgasm. From the corner of her eye, she saw Talia standing with her camera. Chelsey closed her eyes and kissed Magda.
“I love you”, she whispered.
Magda smiled. “I guess it’s my turn next.”
“I guess it is.”
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I hope you enjoyed this - and please leave a few words of feedback! Chapter 3 is due on Wednesday. Have a good one, everyone.
I liked the Entry very much: Chelsea telling Talia that they already met 
