THE ADVENTURES OF TERRI AND JENNIFER
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
I turned and made my way out of the airport and got to my car. I had to figure
out a way to pay the parking toll without raising suspicion about my cuffed
wrists. Luckily there was a toll booth setup to take exact change without
getting a receipt and I was able to get through without raising any eyebrows.
I headed directly to my office to retrieve my set of keys so I could unlock my
handcuffs and then also the chastity belt and remove the plugs. Luckily the
office was empty and my keys were still where I left them in my desk. I quickly
unlocked the cuffs and then unlocked the crotch strap. I slowly removed the two
plugs, which were still very wet from all the excitement and teasing. It did
however feel good to get the butt plug removed. The waisted belt was then
unbuckled and removed. I placed everything in a plastic bag that I had brought
with me so I could take the belt and plugs home and clean them. No telling when
they would be needed again.
I sat in my large leather chair and took a deep breath. The leather was very
cool to my naked ass. Jennifer was now gone and I was alone for the next four
months or so, only to share my bondage with myself. I quickly remembered the
envelope that Jennifer had given me at the airport. I pulled it from my purse
and read through it again. The thoughts of being bound and gagged by another
women, other than Jennifer, and then photographed were racing through my mind.
What was this photographer like?How did learn of our games? What would her
bondage techniques be like? Where did she learn her techniques from?These
questions would be on my mind for the next week. I only hoped I could wait until
her call came. With all the thoughts of the modeling adventure and the
stimulation from the earlier bondage fun, I caught myself slowly playing with my
nipples again. This time I didn't stop it. A slow orgasm was starting to build.
I sat back in my chair, spread my legs and quickly started to rub my wet pussy.
More bondage games were going through my head, I rubbed harder. I exploded into
a massive orgasm, my head went back hard against the seat, I was seeing stars. I
thought I was in heaven. Two more smaller orgasm followed as I continued to play
with myself thinking of the upcoming week.
After several minutes, I caught my breath, straighten my clothes out, picked up
my restraints, and my coat. I had to go back and wipe the wet spot off the
chair. I smiled and headed home. My knees were still weak from that last sexual
adventure. That night I slept with my wrists strapped in front of me for the
whole night. I even locked my big toes together. A soft latex blindfold
completed the outfit. It was hard to sleep thinking about all the possibilities
that could come out of the bondage model adventure.
