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BOOK 1

 

Chapter 11

 

      Traci moved beside Connie and clicked one of the little brass padlocks on the buckle of her gag.  She did the same with the buckles of the wrist and ankle cuffs.  Moving in front of her, she removed the weight still dangling from the chain connecting the nipple clamps.  Each time she removed a nipple clamp, Connie breathed in sharply through her nose, squealed into her gag, and struggled furiously.  “I would have thought she’d be happy to have the nasty things off” she thought.  Next she released the bars that were clamping down on Connie’s tits.  Then she released her knees.  Retrieving a leash from the cabinet, she hooked it to the ring on the front of Connie’s collar.  She replaced the blindfold, and then undid the straps over her back.  Helping Connie up, she led her blindly around the room, working the stiffness out of her body and legs.  She had been on the bench for nearly two hours.  Both of their ankle chains, and the chain dragging from Traci’s collar clattered along the cement as they walked. 

     After a few minutes, she stopped in front of the cabinet and removed Connie’s blindfold.  She pointed first to the lock on the back of her gag, and then to the one on the back of Connie’s.  Next she pointed to the drawer that was secured with the combination lock.  She was trying to get the message across that unless Connie opened the lock; they would both stay bound and gagged.  Connie understood, but shook her head.  Traci wormed a gloved finger into Connie’s slit and came out with some moisture.  She sniffed her finger, and then wiped it under Connie’s nose so that she could get a good whiff of her own arousal.  Traci pointed at her own gagged mouth, then at Connie’s pussy, and shrugged her shoulders.  Standing with her hands on her hips, she just stared at Connie.  The end of Connie’s leash was looped over her hand.  Connie finally gave in.

     Traci untapped Connie’s hands, and as soon as she had opened the combination lock, she put the blindfold back on her.  Connie whined into her gag and shifted from one foot to the other as Traci searched through the ring of keys.  She finally found the one for the lock on her gag, and immediately released it.  It felt wonderful to be able to work her jaw again.  She went over and finished her drink.  The ice had melted and it tasted watery, but she didn’t care.  Connie continued her tantrum as Traci unlocked her own wrists and ankles.  “Be patient spaz, I’ll attend to you in a moment” she told her.  She unlocked and removed her bonds, and then undid the zipper down the back of the red cat suit.  It felt glorious to be free of the vinyl prison.  Her whole body was covered by a sheen of sweat.  A few moments after taking it all the way off, she felt cool without the plastic material trapping in her body heat.  She spied Connie’s maid uniform on the bed, and quickly put it on.  The skirt was very short, due to their difference in height, but other than that, it fit fine. Tying the apron around her waist, she dropped the keys in the front pocket. 

     Traci took the blindfold off of Connie and could see the mix of emotion on her face.  She obviously wanted the gag off, and tried to look angry, but she was also amused to see Traci dressed in her maid’s uniform.  “If I take that gag off, are you going to behave yourself?” Traci giggled.  “Where have I heard that before?  O, that’s right, it’s because I am now Connie the maid, and you are my obedient slave girl.”   She reached out and tickled one of Connie’s breasts.  “Turn around please.”  When Connie did as instructed, she unlocked and unbuckled the gag.  Connie turned and faced her, making a muted whining noise.  “You can’t get that out?” Traci asked.  Connie shook her head, the gag strap flapping behind here.  Reaching out, Traci turned the valve and then pushed the button.  A whoosh of air came out the hole.  When it was fully deflated, Traci pulled the gag free by the strap.  Slobber ran down Connie’s chin onto her chest.  Traci used a corner of her apron to mop it up.  “You’re such a bitch!  I really hate that gag now” Connie exclaimed.  “You’re the one who told me to put it on you” Traci said defensively, leading Connie to the bed by her leash.  “But I didn’t tell you to lock it on me!”  Traci held Connie’s unfinished cocktail for her to drink.  “Tank you.  You are going to be in so much trouble when you let me loose.”  “That’s not a good way to encourage me to release you” Traci told her.  “I feel justified after being locked into that cat suit.”  “I’m just following my instructions.  You have no idea how easy I’m being on you.  Let me loose please.”  Connie started to struggle, but soon relented.    Traci kept a firm grip on the leash, reeling her in a little closer.  Connie gave up and didn’t fight it.  She had been restrained in many different ways, and knew that she couldn’t escape. 

     Traci put her arms around Connie and gave her a passionate kiss.  “Are you really mad?” she asked.  “You said that you like to be tied up.  Sometimes you get what you wish for.”  “I’m not really mad” Connie replied “But you can’t keep me like this for too long.  I’m supposed to be dominating you, and Mr. P will probably ask you questions about how you felt in the different ways I restrained you.”  Traci kissed Connie again deeply and while their tongues were wrestling, she reached down and turned the butt plug all the way on.  “Hey!” shrieked Connie, her hands grasping downwards towards the buzzing intruder.  The leather strap between her collar and wrist cuffs was too short, and she couldn’t even brush it with her finger tips.  “Come on Traci; get this thing out of me.  This is embarrassing.”  “It’s all about control” Traci mocked.  “You want it out, but it won’t come out until I do it for you.”  “Traci!” Connie whined.  “How about you turn around and shake your beautiful tail for me to show me how much you like it” Traci told her.  “If you do, I’ll turn it off, but I’m not going to take it out for a little bit yet.”  “You can’t be serious” Connie said incredulously.  “Of course I’m serious.  Any more back talk and I’ll gag you again.  I can tell you that the harness ballgag works really well. 

     Connie closed her mouth, turned around and swayed her hips from side to side.  “You can do better than that” Traci teased.  Connie continued to dance until Traci told her to stop.  Traci stepped over to Traci, reached behind Connie, and turned off the plug.  “Do you really want it out?”  “Yes please, it’s driving me crazy.”  Traci tossed a pillow on the floor in front of her and said “How about if I give you something to take your mind off of it?”  She pulled downward on the leash and Connie knelt on the pillow.  “I’d like that” she replied.  “Blindfold me first, please.”  Traci did, and then sat on the bed in front of Connie.  Flipping up the uniform skirt, she guided Connie’s head between her legs. 

     “You taste good” Connie purred, as her tongue darted in and out of Traci’s slit.  She licked and sucked her labia, and then plunged her tongue in as far as she could.  As she explored Traci’s pussy, Traci was moaning and gasping in no time.  “Who needs a gag now?” Connie asked, as she came up for air.  Traci was lying back on the bed now with her legs spread wide.  Connie dove back in and sucked Traci’s clit with varying pressure, alternating hard and soft. 

     Traci howled loudly as she came.  Connie sat back on her haunches with a satisfied expression on her face.  “Will you marry me?” Traci joked, still breathing hard.  “I’m getting rid of my boyfriend.  I don’t need him anymore.”  “Does that earn me a ‘get this plug out of my ass free’ card?”  “Yes, but I kind of wanted you tied up a bit longer” Traci said.  “The longer you’re tied up, the less I will be” she thought.  “That’s fine, just please take it out.”  “I wanted you to do it.  I don’t want to hurt you.  The one on the strap on dildo sort of hurt when I pulled it out” she told her.  “I’ll be fine, just squat me down.”  “Show me” Traci instructed.  Connie stood up, bent her knees in an exaggerated fashion, and squatted down.  “Just give it a slow tug.  I could get it out myself this way, if you didn’t use such a monster.”  Traci grabbed the base of the plug, and gave a firm pull.  Connie made a little noise of exertion, and it popped right out.  She staggered a little, and Traci caught her and held her up.  “Thank you.  That feels much better.”  Connie told her.  “We’re going back to your room now.  Care to choose your gag?”  “Traci, I think you’re getting a little carried away with being in charge.  I need to check on Beth anyway.  It’s been a while.”  “How long are you going to keep the chastity belt on her?  Are we done playing for tonight?”  “Yes, I suppose we should get some sleep” Connie replied.  “Good, I’ll take care of Beth, and you can stay bound.”  “Have it your way, Traci.  I guess that I shouldn’t complain.  Mr. Proctor never does me with a strap on when I’m tied up” she said with a big smile.  “Just a regular ballgag would be fine.  Between the butterfly gag and the pussy eating, my jaws are pretty sore.  Traci selected a bright pink ballgag gag and popped it into her mouth.  She set the ball behind Connie’s teeth and buckled the straps tightly at the base of her neck.  Picking up the leash, she led her blind and mute captive across the room, pausing to fish Connie’s keys out of her apron pocket before unlocking the door.  They stopped in front of Beth’s door.

 

 

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