THE ADVENTURES OF TERRI AND JENNIFER
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
It was nearing 5:00 p. m. Thursday evening, the day of Jennifer's return flight.
I was sitting in Jennifer's kitchen out at her ranch, slowly sipping a glass of
chilled wine. My left hand was gently pulling on the new silver nipple ring
inserted in my left nipple. Yes, it was new, as was the right one and the two
rings inserted through my labia. A few changes had taken place in this long, but
short four and a half months.
My legs were encased in my favorite black leather thigh-high boots, the ones
with the six inch heels. The boots felt sleek and were tight fitting as they
were custom made to my measurements. I had to keep my legs fairly straight due
to the stiffness of the leather. My long black leather kid gloves lay on the
table before me. These gloves had been through a lot over these past few months.
I wore nothing else but a smile. The wooden chair felt cool to my naked behind
and my inner thighs were already wet. I had sat on these wooden chairs many
times in the past, most of the time tightly bound and gagged. These chairs and I
were old friends. Jennifer and I had bought them specially because of their
design. They made for some great chair bondages due to the narrow back and
sturdy arm pieces. Today, though, I was sitting with no ropes or gags to hamper
me, just me and my boots.
I had already laid out all my bondage toys and placed my total array of fetish
clothing, including my boots and shoes on the floor in Jennifer's bedroom. They,
like me were waiting to be used in what I hoped to be a fantastic bondage
homecoming for both Jennifer and myself.
Jennifer's plane was due in at 5:45 p. m. and she had a thirty minute drive from
the airport. As a surprise and a treat, I had charted a limo to bring her and
her luggage home. I had asked for a female driver in uniform knowing that
Jennifer would enjoy the servitude. I had plenty of time to finish my
preparations and surprise for her return. I had hoped that it would be a
surprise that would take us to new heights of bondage fun. I knew it would for
me, as I smiled again gently pulling on now both nipple rings. I closed my eyes
and licked my lips as I pulled the rings harder.
Jennifer had been gone for four and a half months but the time seemed to fly by.
She had flown to Europe to conduct several fashion shoots and runway fashion
shows for her company. She was now on her way back for a much needed rest. I had
planned on letting her rest just as soon as she had me tied up and secured for
the evening.
I had done so much in the way of bondage fun surprisingly, since her departure.
Lots of self-bondage of course, a bondage model photo shoot as part of my
birthday present, a few domination scenes with another of our girlfriends, Robin
and then the piercings. My head was spinning as I continued to pull harder on
the rings. The memories were many as were the variety of bondages. I couldn't
wait to tell Jennifer all about them, bound of course and only if Jennifer
removes the ball gag that will be locked in place.
Her letter was in front of me on the table stating when she was to arrive and
that she received my special package that I had sent her. I had sent her a
package of keys and a note about the limo service I had arranged for her return.
The keys, of course were to my freedom. They were special keys that only she
would hold. The keys fit specially coded locks that we use in our self-bondage
fun when I want Jennifer to find me and take control. I did have a safety key
that worked on the locks, of course, that I use for emergencies but the price
would be high if I had to use it and of course Jennifer would know immediately
now if its use.
I'm sure Jennifer knows what's about to happen when she arrives home. We've been
playing these games to long for her not to understand the significance of those
keys. She doesn't know, however how permanently I wanted to make the commitment.
Thus, the new piercings that I continued to play with.
It was now 5:30 p. m. and time to begin the final steps. Jennifer said that she
would call from the airport and let the phone ring twice, hang up, then call
back immediately and let it ring twice more. That way I knew that she had landed
and was on her way to the ranch. I would wait until I had heard the second phone
call to complete the final steps of my bondage. She also said that she'd
continue to call and let the phone ring once using her cellular phone as she
traveled enroute to the ranch. That way I knew she didn't get into an accident
during the trip home. With what I had planned for my self-bondage, being alone
all night would not be something to look forward.
As a one last satety mechanism, prelude to any self-bondage adventure, I called
a mutal girlfriend of Jennifer and me, Robin, and asked her to call me at
Jennifer's in the morning. I told her that if no one answered, then would she
mind stopping by before noon to check the horses for me. I would leave a note on
the door telling her where I was and when I was to return. Robin agreed and I
hung up the phone. I pulled the note from my purse that I had written last
night. The note would really tell Robin that I was in the bedroom and needed
help with my restraints and that I would be her slave for the rest of the
weekend if she let me out of my self-imposed bondage. Since she was also a close
friend and sometimes bondage partner of Jennifer, she knew where the spare key
to the front door was kept. Jennifer knew to take the note down when she
arrived. Hopefully she'll do just what the note had asked Robin to do.
I was now all set. If all things go wrong, I would only be tied up for about
fifteen hours at the most but the thought of how I was going to be tied sent a
chill down my spine. Fifteen hours would seem like forever. Luckly I had slept
late the morning in anticipation for a long evening.
I finished my glass and got up to put away the bottle of wine and noticed that
there was some fresh leftover food in the refrigerator. Jennifer had mentioned
that she had a new housesitter and not to worry about the place for this
weekend. I knew that she did have some workers who took care of her horses and
the grounds a few days each week. They were however off for the next several
days since I had volunteered to take care of the things for her. I shrugged,
picked up my gloves and started toward the bedroom not thinking any more about
the food. I'm sure I'd remember to ask Jennifer about the food later that night
assuimg I was ungagged long enough to ask anything.
I had been planning this weekend's bondage adventure for the last several weeks
and the time to finish the final act was quickly approaching. With each step I
took toward the bedroom, slow and calculated, due to the stiffness of the boots
and the height of the heels, the memories of the past four months were all
coming back to me. The feeling of fullness in my mouth from all the different
gags, the tightness of the ropes, cuffs and straps, the erotic sting from the
piercer's needle and of course, the waiting and longing for release both from
the bondage and the always mounting sexual tension.
It was as if it was yesterday when I was driving to Jennifer's ranch to pick her
up and take her to the airport, it is all still clear in my mind.......
