THE ADVENTURES OF TERRI AND JENNIFER
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
(Author's note: Remember, Terri is getting ready for Jennifer's arrival still
dressed in nothing but her thigh-high boots. She has been recounting her
adventures during the last few months while Jennifer had been gone. The story is
now back at the present with Terri continuing her slow walk to Jennifer's
bedroom in preparations for a night filled with bondage and submission. She
continues to think about her bondage fun with Jennifer as she walks down the
hall. )
Time was getting short so I continued my walk towards Jennifer bedroom holding
my leather gloves as I took slow and calculated steps in my six inch heels. I
was well practiced in walking in them but it did pay to be careful on the
slippery hardwood floor. With the exception of my black thigh-high boots, and
soon to be worn long leather gloves, no other article of clothing was worn. The
sound of my boot heels echoed off the hardwood floor and with each step, that
sensuous sound of creaking leather could be heard as the boots reluctantly
flexed. A slight breeze was blowing in through the window at the end of the hall
and the cool air only caused my ringed nipples to get harder, not that my
constant playing with them didn't help either. As I passed each room, I thought
about the many different games that Jennifer and I had played in each one of
them.
I stopped at the door to the den, our second favorite spot for our bondage
activities, outside of the bedroom and possibly the kitchen (Yes, the kitchen.
Being tied to a chair or table and fed dinner can be very erotic. )I looked in
and spotted Jennifer's easy chair in the center of the room. My eyes then moved
upwards towards the ceiling stopping on the hooks that were embedded in the
overhead wood frame. They were mounted directly in front of her chair. Several
times in the past, I had been tied to those hooks in some manner and by most
parts of my body, all the way from my toes, to my tongue or my hair. Usually
Jennifer just sits in her chair in front of me and smokes her cigarettes, reads
a book or teases me with her feet. Whatever she does, it always drives me cazy.
Just thinking about some of these times causes me to once again pull on my
nipple rings, and also causes me to slowly slip my hand down between my legs to
lightly play with myself. I was already wet with anticipation and the feeling of
my shaved pubic mound felt wonderful to my now wet fingers.
One game we both enjoyed was when we used silk scarfs for our restraints in
stead of the normal leather straps or rope. I had also developed a special chain
ball gag that came in handy several times and it fit well with this particular
game. The last time we played was about a week before Jennifer left on her trip,
though it seemed like only this afternoon that Jennifer was locking on the ball
gag.
