Ed Kilpatrick’s

What Are Friends For

Setting the scene:

This plot has been running around inside my head for a few months new (now January 2012). While I doubt it will ever make it beyond this first episode, I did want to try and get the basis of a short story in place. It will never be my best work but hopefully it will be of interest to my usual readers.

Based on several other plots on the web, I’ve adapted this story to include the usual stuff you would expect in one of my tales.

I hope you enjoy…….

Setting the scene:

Amy and I (George) have been friends for several years. It’s a long story how we met but let’s just say; we live in the same village and as I thought, that was the only thing we had in common (apart from enjoying the same movies and of course each other’s company).

Amy split up from her husband just over a year ago and while most of you reading this would have expected me to have made a move on my newly single (female) friend, I hadn’t! You see folks, Amy has four kids: two teenage girls, a seven year old son and another daughter (six). I on the other hand neither have any interest in kids nor getting involved in the most complicated thing about Amy. You see Amy doesn’t just love her kids (as you would expect) but Amy’s kids are her life! I also know Amy’s husband and there lies another story but again, keeping this story on topic, I want Amy’s kids to have their only true father (their biological father) and therefore stay out of their lives while remaining friends with this rather good looking blonde, who is not only single but lives only ten minutes’ walk from my house.

My life couldn’t be more different than Amy’s: Amy set-up her dress making business only two years earlier and was growing it in line with her life, built at home around the demanding schedule of being a working single mother, a home-maker and feeding five mouths, including her own. I on the other hand had just sold my business of fifteen years, moderately comfortable and could now afford to take all the time I needed to decide on my next business adventure.

As I stated earlier, Amy and I did enjoy movies, good food and each other’s company. While we have indulged in light petting and cuddling, our relationship hasn’t moved further than that, with me being clear to Amy that while I respect her position as a mother to four kids, I do not want to venture into that part of her life. Like Amy, I am also single and have been for nearly ten years with few relationships ever venturing beyond base due to my focus on growing the business that I’d recently sold.

Our sex lives were non-existent but we had ventured into several conversations on our desires, which I always broke off; trying not to give-a-way my love of bondage. A year ago (during a drunken evening) Amy did tell me about a friend that had offered herself up to her husband by handing him a pair of handcuffs and suggesting he could do with her as he pleases. I fell about laughing when Amy then told me that her friend got handcuffed to the kitchen table while her husband went out the pub. Not surprising that that relationship didn’t continue but again I changed the subject and moved away from a topic that I found very difficult to discuss with Amy.

More recently though, we had been chatting over a coffee and Amy got quite excited when we discussed feeding each other in some foreplay game while one of us was blindfolded. This conversation then moved onto texting later that same day when I let it slip that maybe on my next visit to Amy’s she could provide some fruit, a silk scarf and I could bring a pair of handcuffs. This time Amy backed away from the conversation (by text) by saying that she had no desire for me to bring any toys on my next visit but she would like to explore some fantasies during our next chat.

To be honest, our lives continued apart for another month or so. I went back to self-bondage (thinking a lot about Amy) and Amy went back to managing her house, four kids and her dress making business, which was getting busier as Christmas approached and more orders from new referrals grew.

An interesting twist in our Friendship:

It is late November when Amy and I next arranged to have a coffee and a chat. As usual, I arrived at her place mid-morning when the kids had all gone to school and Amy wanted to escape the sowing machine for an hour:

“Hello stranger,” Amy greets me at the front door, asking me inside from the rain.

“Hello gorgeous,” I respond, pulling off my wet jacket and throwing my arms around a girl in her early forties (only months younger than me) who today has her long blond hair pulled into a ponytail.

This morning Amy was dressed in one of her signature sweater-dresses, over a pair of thick black leggings or maybe opaque tights. On the other hand (being atypical guy) I wore the usual jeans and polo shirt.

We hugged this time a little longer than normal before I followed Amy into the kitchen while she finished preparing the coffee. Shortly after Amy handed me a piping hot cup, she ushered me towards the front living room and her office / sowing room:

“Hey Amy, where’s all your dress-making making equipment,” I gasped, commenting on the fact that normally Amy’s front living room was full of her working gear but today it was empty, with only two, two-seater sofa’s and a TFT television hanging on the far wall?

“I’ve moved my office down to the basement,” replied Amy!

I turned and looked at Amy as she followed me into the living room:

“I never knew you had a basement,” I responded.

Amy just smiled at me as we sat down on the same sofa, something we did when together:

“Yeah, it is the same floor space as the main house and the space was wasted,” replied Amy. “Would you like to see?”

I really had no option as Amy stood up and headed out of the living room, gesturing me to follow. Using her free hand (coffee in the other), Amy opened a door on the side of the staircase. I followed Amy (with my cup of coffee) downstairs into what was clearly her new working space:

“This is fantastic Amy,” I praised entering the vast working space I never knew existed.

On one wall was a range of fabrics on large rollers and along the opposite wall, were racks of completed or partially completed dresses in various fabrics. In the middle was Amy’s work bench, cutting bench and industrial sowing machine.

“This is my latest project,” explained Amy, who was showing me a black silk dress, which hung on a headless mannequin.

“It looks really nice,” I again praised my friend, not really knowing much about dresses (being a guy). “Is it me or is the dress for a slightly larger girl?”

Amy just laughed:

“You are correct George,” Amy responded. “This commission is for a friend of one of my other clients ahead of a Christmas party in a few weeks and yes, she is a big girl!”

I just laughed at Amy’s response and looked closer at the black dress with a high neck, long sleeves, both with tight cuffs to match the collar. The dress was also long, very long and would probably reach the round.

“I assume this client wants to leave her body to the imagination,” I mocked slightly.

“Again you are correct George,” Amy turned towards me. “This particular client isn’t very confident and asked for my help with this particular creation.”

I shrugged Amy off and wondered a little further into her basement workshop:

“Hey what’s over here,” I commented, heading towards a steel mesh door.

“Oh that was a here when I got this house,” responded Amy. “It is a secure room that used to house a rather large and expensive wine collection but it’s now the naughty room!”

“What do you mean, the naughty room,” I laughed, puling the heavy mesh gate towards me and entering a small eight foot, by twelve foot store room with a folding bed (made up with a bright blue duvet) along one wall?

“It’s where I lock the kids when they’re bad,” replied Amy in response!”

“Is that not abuse and therefore illegal,” I replied as I stood inside the open doorway, turning to face Amy who was walking towards me?

“Who cares,” responded Amy as she approached. “When my lot (referring to her four kids) are bad, I put them in here for a few hours or even the entire night. No TV and therefore with nothing to do, soon improves their behaviour!”

“Is it not a bit kinky,” I laughed in response.

“Maybe,” responded Amy, who now slammed the mesh door closed and pulled over the bolt before I had a chance to respond.

“Hey, that’s cheating,” I panicked pushing on the now bolted and locked mesh door, which of course wouldn’t budge!

Amy just stood on the other side of the mesh gate and laughed at me:

“Here give me your empty cup and I’ll make a fresh one,” requested Amy, pushing her hand through the open slat in the mesh gate.

“You’re not going to leave me in here are you,” I said with a slightly alarmed tone in my mood.

“Why not,” responded Amy. “It won’t hurt you to stay there for ten minutes while I make another coffee!

With those last words Amy had left, heading for the stairs, leaving me in her basement storeroom, which was now my cell. As I stated earlier, there was nothing in this cell except a made up bunk, which I now sat on, waiting for Amy to return.

In the end, I spent about thirty minutes waiting for Amy to return. At one point her phone rang and I guess the call went on a little longer than expected.

In the end, I heard Amy’s footsteps on the stairs leading down to her basement with two fresh cups of coffee. She put one down on her work bench and brought the other one over to me (by now I was standing in front of the looked mesh gate):

“Here you go George,” Amy laughed, sliding the hot cup through the port to me.

“Are you not going to unlock the gate,” I asked?

“You’re the one that likes handcuffs and bondage,” responded Amy as she headed over to her work bench to drink her own coffee.

“Umm, I was wondering when you’d bring that up,” I replied sheepishly, knowing I was now at a distinct disadvantage.

“Anyway, I now have a problem,” explained Amy. “My client was supposed to come here after work for a fitting but unfortunately she has had to go away on business for the rest of the week and I’m now worried that I’ll not be able to finish the dress in time for her office party.”

“Could you not find anyone else to help you,” I asked from behind the locked gate?

“Where am I going to get a girl as large as Joanne silly,” responded Amy!

“I was only asking,” I replied! “Anyway, get over here now and unlock this door!”

Finally Amy headed towards me with her cup of coffee but she stopped just short of the mesh gate:

“Hey, I have an idea George,” explained Amy

I didn’t like where this was going! Amy had a smile on her face:

“You could help me,” she broke her silence!

“What do you mean,” I could help you,” I replied?

“You are about the same size as Joanne, so you could help me finish the dress!”

“I’m not putting on that black dress Amy,” I replied. “Come on, let me out!”

Amy just stood on the other side of the locked gate, smiling at me:

“I think you’re at a slight disadvantage there George,” she reminded me of my current predicament. “You’re locked in the naughty room and I need your help so I think a deal can be made here!”

The one-sided Deal:

It was clear that Amy had a problem and I was at a distinct disadvantage. Her demands were clear:

“You help me finish this dress George or you can spend the rest of the day in the naughty room,” Amy set-out her one sided offer.

“And when you let me go we’ll no longer be friends,” I smirked!

“Come on George,” Amy confidently responded. “You and I will never fall out so what have you got to lose?”

Amy was right, what had I got to lose but there was no way I was going to wear a bloody dress in front of my friend.

“No chance Amy, I’m not wearing a dress, even for you,” I responded in a forthright tone!

“Okay then George, enjoy your jail time,” laughed Amy as she headed back to her work bench.

All I could do was stand there and watch Amy as she ignored my pleas to be unlocked from her cell (naughty room) and she got right back down to work in the black (oversized) party dress. I did manage to finish my coffee before giving up so with a very heavy heart, I gave in to Amy demands:

“Okay Amy, I’ll do it,” I blurted out!

This time I got a response from the gorgeous Amy as she turned to face me:

“Do you promise,” she asked? “If I unlock the gate you won’t just run away?

Actually that thought hadn’t actually crossed my mind. Thinking about it, I could just bolt past Amy the second she unbolts the door to this cell but then I’d lose Amy as my special friend. Hey this could also be interesting, I did try the odd bit of cross-dressing in my self-bondage games but this was a whole new ball game:

“Of course I’ll not run away Amy,” I replied. “Trust me and you’ll finish that dress on time.”

“Okay then George,” Amy set out her first demand: “Strip to your undies and give me your clothes? You’ll not be able to run out of the house in your underwear!”

“That’s true,” I replied, pulling my shoes off, then my shirt, followed by my jeans and finally my socks.

I then handed each item one-by-one to Amy through the slot in the mesh gate and she headed upstairs. She was back in five minutes holding a black pile of cloth in her hands:

“There is no way you’re getting those hairs all over the dress George,” explained Amy. “Take off your boxers and slip into this body stocking?”

Amy then passed the bodysuit through the port on the gate and suggested I head away from the gate to get changed. I’d no idea what she’d really given me to wear but I followed her instructions (remember I was still locked in the naughty room). As I laid out the body suit I realised that Amy had given me a form of tights to wear. These were thick black opaque Lycra and cane right up to my chest with two straps for my arms. I slipped out of my boxers and started pulling on the body stocking. It was wonderful and soft as I eased each leg into the stretchy Lycra. It was then I released that this body stocking had no crotch so my dick just popped through:

“Amy, this won’t work honey,” I called out. “This has a hole in it and my dick just pops through!”

Amy came over to the locked gate and laughed as my modesty got the better of me:

“Umm, I can see you’re enjoying this George,” laughed Amy, referring to my now erect penis, which was sticking straight out of the Lycra body stocking. “Don’t be embarrassed George; I like a big hard cock!”

Now that made me blush and I kept my hands over my now enormous member!

“Hold on and I’ll get you something to sort that out,” laughed Amy who now headed over to some drawers in the far corner of her workshop.

After fishing for whatever she was after, Amy was back in seconds with a black bra and a pair of black tummy control briefs:

“These should help George and pull in that stomach of yours at the same time,” teased Amy as she passed the new items through the slot in the mesh gate.

I slipped back out of the body stocking and pulled on the pants and the bra. After both were in place, I was back in the body stocking and back at the gate:

“Okay Amy, I’m ready,” I called out!

“So you are,” responded Amy, “and may I say how good you look in that!”

“Don’t be so sarcastic Amy,” I grumped. “Now let me out of here; a deal is a deal!”

The first fitting:

Amy just stood and smiled at me for a few minutes. I motioned her to unlock the gate, which she finally did:

“Thank you,” I broke the silence as I exited the naughty room.

Amy just hugged me and thanked me for helping her.

Back at the work bench, Amy eased the black dress off the mannequin and eased down the rear zip:

“Okay George,” Amy directed. “Just come here and step into the gown!”

With Amy’s help, I slipped into the dress and sliding both arms into the long sleeves, Amy pulled up the dress, followed by the zip:

“Okay, this won’t work,” Amy complained.

“What won’t work,” I replied?

“Maybe I was wrong and Joanne wasn’t that large after-all,” responded Amy. “I can’t get the zip pulled up tight!”

“Oh what a shame,” I sarcastically replied. “Can we give up now?”

Amy stood in silence and was clearly deep in thought, ignoring my demands of an end to this game.

“I know,” Amy finally broke the silence. “Joanne was going to wear a corset under this dress and that’s why it won’t close!”

“Honey, there is no way I’m going to wear a corset for you,” I came straight back at Amy!

“Well you can leave in your body stocking if you want George,” responded Amy. “I’m sure the whole street would like to see that!”

Amy was right; I was beaten on that front.

“I suppose you don’t have a corset Amy,” I tried my luck?

“Well as luck would have it George, I had one made for Joanne and it was delivered yesterday,” Amy sarcastically responded, helping me back out of the dress.

Within a minute of two, Amy had unpacked the black leather corset from its bag:

“I have my corsets made to order,” explained Amy. “A lady down in Lancashire makes them for me and this is her latest design, which enables the wearer to install the corset themselves.”

I just stood there staring at the leather contraption that Amy held in her hands:

“You mean that you can’t put a corset on yourself,” I enquired?

“Not normally George,” responded Amy. “Corsets normally require lacing and that not only is very time consuming but requires the wearer to have support to get the laces done up tightly enough.”

“I see,” I replied in a sarcastic tone.

“So you’re lucky George,” explained Amy. “As you can see, this corset zips from the front, here put it on!”

I took hold of the heavy garment and pulled down the front zip. I then held the leather corset up to my body and started the job of pulling up the zip but it just wouldn’t work!

“You will never get it that way,” laughed Amy.

She then handed me a metal contraption:

“Right, place this hook on the motor over the zip pulley,” suggested Amy. “That’s right, now take the cables and feel round your back and clip them to the six points at the side!”

As I clipped the small motor onto the zip pulley, it hung while I took each of the six cables and attached them to the six clips at the side of the leather corset. That complete, Amy took the long power cord and plugged it into the power socket on her work bench:

“Now push the green button on the front of the motor,” Amy directed.

Immediately the electric motor jumped into life and started the pull the zip up, tugging in the corset as it made its way north:

“Stop,” Amy called out!

“What’s wrong,” I asked?

“Your chest is flat,” explained Amy. “Hold on until I get you some gel inserts for the bra?”

Amy popped back to the drawers in the corner and came back, pulling on the top of the body stocking and slipping both gel inserts into each cup of the bra:

“That’s better,” she stood back. “Please continue George?”

I now started up the motor again and it I felt the life being squeezed out of me as the motor started to pull the corset in and as the same time works its way up my torso. I had to stop it so I pushed the red button again.

“I can’t do this Amy,” the corset is cutting me in half!

“Nonsense,” Amy responded and she held the motor and pushed the green button, starting the process once again until I nearly passed out under the pressure.

As soon as the motor reached the top of the zip, it stopped and Amy released it from the corset.

“Now isn’t that better George,” she teased as I gasped for air.

“I’m not sure Amy,” I replied! “I can hardly breathe!”

“Again, nonsense,” responded Amy, directing me back to the dress, which fitted perfectly this time. “Now doesn’t fit much better?”

I just stood in silence as Amy fiddled with the dress until she was happy.

“Cone over here and take a look in the mirror,” she suggested?

I followed Amy across the basement workshop to a long ceiling to floor mirror and looked at the hideous looking man in a black silk dress:

“I look really stupid,” I laughed at the ridiculous reflection of myself!

“Rubbish,” responded Amy!

“Come on Amy,” I replied. “I’m effectively a man in drag.”

Amy just looked at me in the mirror for a minute of two, before breaking the long silence:

“Maybe we could do something with your face and even find you a wig,” she suggested. “I’d also like to get you into a pair of heels but I don’t have shoes that would fit.”

“Thank goodness for that,” I replied sarcastically.

“Right,” Amy then started to get serious again. “Come over and stand by the work bench as I need to make a few small alterations.”

Again following Amy back to her work bench I stood in silence while she fiddled with the dress, making slight alternations as she went.

“You know that you do make a good mannequin George,” Amy continued to tease.

“I’m not sure that I’m that comfortable with this Amy,” I replied. “I’m doing it just for you though.”

“I know you are,” Amy responded, standing up to face me.

It was then she held me before moving in to give me a peck on the cheek:

“You’re a good friend George and I’ll make you lunch for your trouble this morning,” she praised.

Still holding me I then placed my arms around Amy to give her a reassuring hug and to say that I was cool with this being our little secret. Amy then came back in to give me another peck but this time on the lips:

“Sorry George, maybe I shouldn’t have done that,” Amy took a step back.

“It’s okay with me,” I replied and I give Amy a little kiss back.

This time the little kiss turned into a little bit more and while no tongues engaged, we did stand there kissing:

“The dress does make you hot,” Amy laughed, standing back to take a breath.

“Bullocks,” I responded in my usual sarcastic tone. “I must look hideous in this dress.”

“I Bet it feels good,” Amy responded with a question, trying to get more fantasies out of me?

“Umm,” was all I could get out! “Well the body stocking is feels really nice but the corset is sort of strange:”

“But in a nice way,” Amy cut in with another strange question?

“Well, I’m not sure I really know that I’m comfortable with it Amy,” I stumbled with my response.” You already know that I like a little bondage and this is sort of a little bondage.”

“Ah, you’’ll love my next commission George,” Amy changed the subject while pulling down the rear zip to help me out of the dress.

I stepped out of the dress and stood there in my body stocking:

“Can I have my cloths back now,” I asked?

Amy just ignored me as she put the silk dress back on the hanger before turning towards me:

“Here try this on,” she broke the silence again, handing me a red fleece dress.

“Are you kidding Amy,” I started to get edgy? “I’ve already modelled the other dress so I’ve delivered on my side of our deal.”

“If you wear this until after lunch, I’ll give you your cloths back,” Amy replied, handing me the new dress.

She then left to head upstairs to make some lunch so as soon as I slipped the red wool dress over my head (it was luxurious by the way), I was hot on Amy’s heals:

“It suits you George,” Amy laughed as she selected some ingredients for lunch.

“Maybe you’re kinkier than I first thought,” I laughed in response.

“Maybe I am,” Amy responded.

We stood and chatted as Amy prepared a light lunch and we continued our conversation during lunch:

“So how often do your kids spend in the naughty room,” IK enquired?

“Not that often these days,” responded Amy. “Laura my eldest (15) spent three hours last Saturday down there after giving me some major grief after I tore her to shreds for staying out so late the night before. Before that it must have been a couple of months since David my son spent an entire Sunday down there for hitting his younger sister.”

“When did you last do some time down there,” I tried my luck at getting to Amy’s dark side because there clearly was more to the kinky ide of this girl.

“Laura tricked me into it last year and left me locked up for two hours once,” Amy explained. “I was so angry with her that she spent the whole afternoon and the next night locked in the room and I even passed a tray of food through the port on the gate.”

Our conversation continued for another hour until Amy suggested I go into her bedroom where my clothes were lying on her bed. She did use the pulley motor to finally remove the corset, which was a massive relieve after the last couple of hours having my torso cut in two. I was unhappy taking off the body stocking because it was so nice but soon I was back in the living room where Amy was waiting for me.

“I’ve left the body stocking, bra and pants in your bedroom honey,” I explained before going in for another hug to say goodbye before Amy had to go and pick up her younger kids from school.

Again our kiss goodbye was probably a little bit more than just good friends but we did part company that day in good terms.

Amy gets stuck:

It had been less than a week since the dress incident and by now Amy and I were e-mailing and Skypeing regularly during the day and sometimes late into the evening. Our conversations were getting more and more personal and Amy frequently told me how turned on she was she dressed me as a girl. I shrugged off the whole idea of cross dressing turning me on but Amy knew that it had also had an effect on me to.

We had agreed to next get together on Saturday evening when Amy’s ex-husband had agreed to take the three youngest kids and Laura was going to visit a friend for the weekend. I knew Amy wanted to get a head start on her latest commission so I had agreed to pick up a Chinese and bring it over to Amy around eight on Saturday evening. It was therefore a surprise when my Skype rang at just after 2PM on Saturday:

“Hey George,” Amy greeted me as I hit the ACCEPT CALL button on my PC.

“Hey Amy, what’s up,” I replied not expecting a call from her this afternoon.

As Amy’s webcam came on I could see that she was wearing a loose fitting white dress with a low cut neckline. Around her neck was a red scarf of satin or silk (I think) and it must have been very long as it was wrapped several times around Amy’s neck and the two ends left draped over her large breasts.

“I’m a little stuck here George,” Amy responded.

“What do you mean, you’re a little stuck,” I replied?

It was then I noticed that Amy had her arms behind her back. She shook them slightly to show that her hands were tied or handcuffed behind her back but I was more interested in her large tits jangling in my PC’s VDU:

“My hands are cuffed,” Amy then admitted.

“Show me,” I replied wanting more. “Stand up and turn around so that I can see your hands?”

Amy did as I asked and she stood up, turned around and there were both her hands held tight together in a pair of standard issue police handcuffs connected by two chain links. I could clearly see that Amy was stuck because her palms were facing away from each other and I knew that meant even with a key, she’d be unable to unlock herself:

“Okay, you are stuck Amy,” I laughed.

“No kidding Sherlock,” Amy responded sarcastically. “I have the fucking key but I just cannot release these F’ing things!”

“I can see that,” I teased in reply. “There is no way you’ll get yourself out of them in that position Amy so do you want me to come round and give you a hand?”

By now Amy was seated again in front of her PC:

“That would be nice,” she responded. “I’ve been stuck in these things for over an hour and they’re now really annoying!”

“So how did you get yourself stuck,” I tried to prise more out of Amy?

I could see Amy was a little embarrassed to tell me with the colour her face was going.

“I wanted to try them out,” she responded.

“On yourself,” I tried to dig a little more?

“Yes dummy, on myself,” Amy was getting a little frustrated with my questioning but hey, I was enjoying myself.

“So Amy, have you never tried handcuffs before,” I continued?

“Yes George, you know I have,” Amy responded. “I spent a long evening connected to the kitchen table several years ago!”

I just started to laugh:

“I knew that story was about you Amy,” I continued laughing! “Anyway, you still haven’t answered me: How the fuck did you get yourself stuck this afternoon?”

“What’s with all the questions George,” Amy started to get grumpy with me? “Can you not just shut up, get round here and free me? I have the keys here!”

“Okay honey, give me ten minutes,” I gave up and prepared to pop round to help poor Amy out of her tight situation.

Within less than fifteen minutes I had pulled into Amy’s driveway and was at her front door. I rang the doorbell and waited for Amy to arrive but she didn’t so I decided to let myself in:

“Hi honey, I’m home,” I called out!

“In here,” Amy called out from the direction of her living room.

I shut the front door and turned left into her front room to find Amy sitting in her couch, hands still pinned behind her back.

“Umm, you look really sassy today,” I greeted my bound little friend commenting on the fact she was wearing bright red tights under her white dress, ending in a pair of red high heeled shoes.

“I thought you might like this outfit,” Amy responded in a low sexy voice.

“I do,” I replied plumping myself on the couch beside her.

“So sweetie,” I put my arm around Amy. “How did you get yourself so stuck?”

“It’s a long story George,” responded Amy, still trying to avoid the question I’d been asking since Amy first skype’d me.

“I’m in no hurry,” I replied, running my hands down Amy’s right arm, feeling the cold steel of her handcuffs.

Amy just turned her head to face me:

“Do I have to tell you George,” she pleaded, placing her long hair of blond hair on my shoulder?

“Well yes honey,” I continued my teasing. “I think today I have you at a slight disadvantage so spill the beans now of stay handcuffed!”

Amy then turned her head and kissed me on the neck. It was very erotic, especially with Amy being restrained right now:

“Well I was clearing out some old boxes from the house move,” Amy started to finally open up to me. “I found some really old stuff from my marriage; you know some fun stuff and came across these handcuffs.”

“So you had to try them on,” I cut in?

“Well I played with them for a while, testing them on one of my wrists,” explained Amy. “I tested the keys, made sure that both cuffs still worked and even handcuffed my hands in front. It was easy to unlock them so I wanted to take the testing to the next level and lock my hands behind my back. I have never had my hands cuffed behind my back even though I’ve fantasised about it was a long time but I’d no idea that I’d be unable to unlock the cuffs once they were put in place.”

I just laughed at Amy’s misfortune and rubbed my hands through her long hair:

“That’s because you locked them on to the back of your wrists Amy,” I laughed. “If you had locked them in the cuffs with your palms facing each other, you would have been able to unlock yourself no problems.”

Amy started to laugh, joining me in the hilarity of the situation.

“So are you going to free me George,” asked Amy?

“Well Amy, that depends,” I replied. “You said that you always fantasised about having her hands bound behind your back so how are you enjoying the feeling?”

“Umm, it’s actually quite sexy,” responded Amy, turning her head to kiss my neck again.

“You feel really vulnerable and that turns you on,” I continued to pry?

“I hate to admit George but yes,” responded Amy.

“Would you like to take it a little further,” I asked?

Amy just sat up and looked straight into my eyes:

“What had you in mind,” she asked?

“I promise you won’t get hurt and I will stop at any time you ask me to but I think you might quite like what I have in mind,” I tested the barriers within our friendship.

“Go on then,” responded Amy.

I then took the two ends of Amy’s scarf and pulled her face towards mine. Our lips met and this time our tongues joined. The passion was flowing freely so I took Amy’s bondage to the next level. I unwound Amy’s long red silk scarf from her neck and held it in my hands:

“You’re not going to strangle me George, are you,” Amy looked at me?

“Why would I want to strangle my best friend,” I smiled, holding the scarf behind Amy’s head and pulling the two ends forward over Amy’s eyes and round to the back of her head again, where I tied off the scarf in a double knot, effectively blindfolding Amy. “How does that feel?”

“Umm, really nice George, please kiss me again,” Amy was getting into the situation.

We kissed again but this time Amy was really forceful and pushed her face hard into mine!

“Would you like to take me up to bed,” Amy suggested as we came up for air?

I then sat back and thought about this for a minute:

“Amy, I’ve no intention of making love to you while you’re handcuffed, well not yet anyway,” I replied. “I do propose I take you down to your naughty room and play with you for a while and give you a Saturday afternoon to remember.”

“Oh George, that would be fun,” responded Amy. “Are you going to lead me downstairs blind or will you remove the blindfold?”

“I think the scarf can stay in place,” I replied, pulling Amy to her feet.

Holding one of Amy’s arms, I guided her downstairs to the workshop and over towards the basement cell. The gate was lying open so I led my handcuffed and blind friend inside and directed her to sit on the bunk:

“Lie down my sweet,” I started the teasing game.

As I held Amy tight, helping her onto her side to avoid damage to her pinned arms, she thanked me for being so careful with her. It was now that I started to rub my hands along both of her Lycra covered legs:

“Are you wearing red tights for danger today Amy,” I asked, moving each finger further up under the hem of her dress with each cycle:

“I thought you might like the matching tights and scarf,” purred Amy who was clearing enjoying the attention.

“So you did put yourself into the handcuffs expecting me to rescue you,” I laughed?

“Not really,” responded Amy in a low voice, clearly giving me authorisation to continue. “I wanted to try the cuffs on behind my back and be free by the time you arrived but this actually worked out much better.”

“What if I hadn’t been at home,” I kept questioning Amy as I teased her, finally reaching the area between her legs, which was a tad wet by now.

“Oh George, that is so good,” Amy continued to enjoy my attention. “I think I would have been stuck until you came around at eight with dinner.”

“Well you were very lucky this time,” I continued laughing as I gave Amy a slight smack on the bum.

Reaching under the open neck of her white dress I managed to negotiate past the red bra to find a hard nipple, just waiting to be pinched. Amy continued to give me signals that she was very comfortable with my attention:

“George, you’re really quite good at this,” Amy praised my work.

“It’s a long time since I gave a girl this type of attention Amy but It’s really easy to please you girls,” I replied, continuing to pay particular attention to Amy’s crotch, while twiddling her nipples at the same time with my free hand. “Would you like me to pull down your tights and pants?”

“Oh yes please,” responded Amy!

Helping Amy back onto her feet, I eased her red opaque tight down, followed by her now soaking wet red silk pants. I then lifted Amy’s while dress over her head, ensuring I didn’t dislodge the scarf blinding folding her. With Amy’s hands cuffed behind her back, the dress now hung from her bound wrists:

“You could unlock the cuffs and remove the dress,” teased Amy as she pushed her head forwards, demanding another kiss, which I happily obliged.

“That would mean leaving you to go and get the key’s,” I replied. “I would hate to leave you down here in your current state.”

I then placed Amy’s tights and panties on the bunk while I laid her back down. I now had a much easier access to her Pussie, which I start work on right away. Again Amy was very happy to allow me access to her most private of places:

“Oh George if I’d known you were this good, I would have moved further than us just being friends ages ago,” Amy continued to give me her approval.

“It was worth the wait,” I laughed as I drove several fingers deep into her soaking wet pussie.

“Oh fuck that is good,” Amy started to rise.

I then stopped playing down there and moved both hands up to pinch both Amy’s nipples:

“Get back down there now,” she screamed out!

“Who’s in charge,” I came straight back in a low but strong tone?

“You are George,” responded Amy. “But it was just so good!”

“Just behave or I’ll be forced to leave you locked down here while I go and get our Chinese,” I replied. “Without the use of your hands, you’d get no relief!”

“That’s true,” responded Amy, still trying to get me to work once again on her pussie. “I’d scream until you finish me off or come back with my dinner and then you’d be in the shit!”

“Oh little Amy,” I started to tease her pussie again. “You have so much to learn about bondage because I could just gag you.”

“What with,” asked Amy? “You’re already using my scarf to blindfold me!”

“I’ve got a lovely pair of silk panties here and a great pair of red tights,” I replied. “Both perfect for gagging but I’m sure the taste of your own jiuces wouldn’t be that pleasant!”

“I taste great,” Amy coo’d, breathing heavily once again from the attention I was paying her juicy place.

“We’ll see about that,” I laughed, removing my fingers once again.

“Oh for fuck sake George, why did you stop again,” complained Amy!

I then picked up her silk pants and forced them deep into her mouth. Amy coughed and spluttered with the sudden shock in her mouth being filled. Maybe it was the salty taste but I didn’t care, taking her red tights and forcing the pants part into her mouth to join the balled up wad of silk. Using the empty legs, I wrapped them several time around Amy’s heading, driving the multiple wads deeper into her mouth and gagging her really effectivly. Amy continued to gag on the packing but I soon placed my head between her legs and continued the on-slot on her pussie but this time with my tongue. Amy soon relaxed and MUPTHING into her gag, I soon brought her back to the edge before stopping.

“Umm, you do taste good,” I teased. “I little bit bitter but I’m sure sweeter juices will flow soon.”

Amy just bucked trying to find my fingers but blind and being unable to speak, I continued with some work on Amy’s tits. She relaxed again and while twiddling her right nipple with my left hand, I used my right hand to work her back into a frenzy but this time allowing Amy to explode:

“Was that nice,” I teased, holding my fingers on the edge while she pulled back for release?

Of course all Amy could do was MUMPTH into her gag and shake her head, trying to dislodge the gag and blindfold.

“Calm down my darling,” I whispered, while pulling Amy’s silk scarf down from her eyes, leaving it bunched up around her neck.

She again MUMPTHED, signalling that she wanted rid of the gag:

“If I remove the gag, will you yell at me,” I continued to tease?

Amy just shook her head so I then untied the various knots in the legs of the Lycra tights and soon I was pulling the thick wad of soaking wet Lycra from her mouth, followed by the silk pants:

“Fuck me, that was awesome George,” Amy burst out as soon as her mouth was free of the packing.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I replied, taking hold of my still bound little friend.

“Would you please unlock the cuffs,” asked Amy?

“Where are the keys,” I asked in response?

“Beside the computer in the lounge,” Amy responded.

“Okay, stay there and I’ll go and get them,” I agreed to free Amy’s hands.

As I got up and headed for the open doorway to Amy’s basement cell, I decided to play dirty and closed the gate, pushing home the bolt and locking Amy inside.

“Hey, that’s cheating Amy called out as I left her alone.

When I arrived a few minutes later with the keys, Amy was standing in front of the locked gate looking rather dishevelled with no panties on, a bra hanging around her waist and the white dress still hanging around the handcuffs. Amy’s scarf was also bunched up around her neck:

“Please let me out, she called out from the other side of the locked gate!

“What’s it worth,” I tried my luck, really wanting to extend this time a little longer?

“Come on George,” pleaded Amy; “You’ve had your fun!”

“I think you might have enjoyed it too,” I replied, pulling back the bolt of the gate.

Amy just turned around with her back and cuffed hands towards me, signalling she wanted to her wrists unlocked. After pulling up the bunched up dress, I soon had the key into Amy’s right cuff and it fell open, releasing her right wrist:

“Be patient and hold on a sec, if you want your other hand free,” I moaned as Amy tried to pull both arms forward, now that they were unlocked from each other.

Within another few seconds, Amy’s left wrist was also free and her dress fell to the concrete floor, leaving my friend practically naked.

“Thank you George,” Amy praised turning round to kiss me.

“What are friends for,” I laughed, returning Amy’s passion?

We continued to kiss for another minute or two but I broke away first:

“Why don’t you take a shower and get dressed and I’ll go out and pick up a Chinese,” I suggested?

“That would be great George,” Amy responded positively. “Here give me those cuffs and I’ll put them away safely?

I handed Amy the open pair of handcuffs and the keys and left for my car and the village.

Dinner was really nice and we chatted for hours, before I headed home, still with a bulge in trousers from the thoughts of this-evenings antics.

Dealing with Amy’s eldest Daughter:

While Amy and I shared e-mails and texts through the next week, we had made arrangements for the weekend. While her ex had the younger kids, Amy’s two eldest daughters would be at home this weekend. I was therefore surprised to get a text from Amy quite late on Saturday night:

This should be fun, I thought to myself! What to take with me though? I decided to play the part and changed into my black jeans, tight black wool sweater and looked out my black wool balaclava with the two eye holes and a single hole for my mouth. Laura had never met me so she’d not realise it is Amy’s bet best friend. I could bring handcuffs with me but I decided to be a little cheeky and brought along several large cable ties, which would be much more convincing. I’d probably need to gag Laura but I’d leave that to later. With the cable ties in my back pocket and the balaclava in my hand, I jumped into my car and headed for Amy’s house, (only two minutes away by road). Amy told me that Laura would probably be in the rear conservatory so I drove into her driveway as there was no light on in the front living room. Trying not to draw attention to myself, I very quietly sneaked into the front hall, via Amy’s front door. The house was in darkness so I slipped the wool balaclava over my head and down over my face. My dick had already started to rise to the occasion but I’d no time to loose! Sneaking towards the kitchen, I could hear the ‘X-Factor’ was on and after checking, I could see Laura was fast asleep on the couch (even better). I moved quickly now, jumping on the sleeping girl and putting my hand over her mouth, which did the trick as she got the shock of her life when she opened her eyes to see a black silhouette with a ski mask on:

“Be quiet and I won’t hurt you,” I broke the stony silence.

Laura just nodded.

“I want you to stand up very slowly,” I gave this unsuspecting girl her next instruction. “If you shout out or scream, you’ll get whacked but if you do what I say, I promise, you’ll not get hurt!”

Again Laura nodded and stood up. I released my hand from her mouth:

“Please don’t hurt me,” she started to cry?

“The choice is yours,” I replied, pulling a cable tie from my back pocket. “As long as you listen and don’t do anything stupid, then you’ll exit this situation in one piece. Now, please place both hands behind your back?”

“Please don’t tie me up,” Laura pleaded?

“I’ll ask you one more time Miss,” I replied in a stern tone: “Please put your hands behind your back!”

This time Laura complied and held both wrists, crossed behind her back with one hand, using my free hand to pull the cable tie around both wrists, which were soon bound together as I pulled the cable tie tight:

“Now that is much better,” I explained.

I then led Laura towards the hall, holding on to her bound wrists:

“Where are you taking me,” she started to cry again?

“I’ve asked you to be quiet,” I replied. “Since you’re not going to comply, I’m going to have to gag you!”

“No sir, please don’t,” Laura continued bubbling.

As we reached the hall, I noticed several wool scarves hanging from coat hooks next to the front door:

“Which scarf is yours,” I asked, not wanting to ruin one of Amy’s?

“The black one,” responded Laura; “But you don’t need to gag me, I’ll be quiet, I promise.”

It was too late for that because I had my plan, which meant I took Laura’s black wool scarf from the coat hook and soon tied a large knot in the middle.

“Open up,” was all I said before forcing the large woollen knot into Laura’s mouth. Turning her around and holding onto the very long scarf, I pulled it around the back of her head and tied a single knot at the back of her head, trying not to catch her hair. As I said, the scarf was massive so I was able to pull it around the front of her face again, covering her lower face before I tied a double knot at the back of her head:

“I think you’ll be quiet now,” I laughed!

All Laura could do was nod and MUMPTH into the thick wool padding that gagged her so effectively.

“Right down we go to your basement,” I suggested Laura move towards the door under the stairs.

She was reluctant and MUMPTHED as loud as she could, suggesting that she didn’t want to go down there.

“Hurray up or I’ll be forced to carry you downstairs,” I shouted!

With a little shove from me, Laura reluctantly accepted my instruction and she headed downstairs. As we reached the basement, we both stood, looking at Amy who was standing on the other side of the locked mesh gate:

“You really did a job on her George,” Amy laughed!

“Yeah Amy,” I replied. “I don’t think Laura is that happy with me right now?”

We both laughed as Laura stood looking at me, shaking her head. I pulled the wool balaclava off my head and burst out laughing:

“I thought you were going to pee yourself Laura when I jumped you,” I continued laughing!

Laura just stood there, MUMPTHING into her gag.

“Shall I ungag her Amy,” I asked as I directed Laura towards the bolted gate?

“No George,” Amy responded. “I think this little madam needs a little taste of her own medicine. Just put her in here and we can up upstairs for a coffee.”

Laura again stood still and shook her head, MUMPTHIG again:

“Laura, I’ve no idea what you’re saying,” I laughed as I unbolted the mesh gate and allowed Amy to come out.

“In you go little miss,” Amy teased, pushing the bound and gagged Laura into the naughty room. “Come on George, let’s leave her in there?”

With Laura now safely locked in the basement cell, Amy and I headed back towards the kitchen and a well-earned cup of coffee.

“Will she be alright down there,” I asked Amy, slightly concerned that we really scared the shit out of her?

“We can go down in an hour and free her hands,” responded Amy; “but she’ll be spending the rest of the night down there!”

“You’re so cruel,” I laughed.

“Not as cruel as you,” responded Amy. “Laura must have shit herself when she saw you come in wearing that mask!”

“It was cool, wasn’t it,” I replied?

“Go on put it on again,” demanded Amy, grabbing the balaclava and pulling it towards my head.

Amy roughly pulled the soft wool mask over my head and down over my face, sorting out the various holes so that I could see.

“I like you in that,” Amy teased!

“Would you like me to kidnap you and take you upstairs,” I returned the teasing, pulling another cable tie from my back pocket?

“You’re so kinky,” Amy laughed, lifting up her two hands to be bound!

“Not in front silly,” I continued the game, Amy seamed to want to play. “It’s more fun with your hands behind your back!”

With that Amy turned around and crossed her hands behind her back. I quickly used the cable tie to bind her wrists together:

“Maybe I should gag you and take you downstairs to join your daughter,” I laughed!

“No chance,” responded Amy. “You can take me up to bed and fuck my brains out!”

With those words, I took Amy upstairs to her bedroom and after pulling down her jeans and pants, while still bound I fucked my friend for the first time, both exploding only a few minutes apart.

“Our friendship is changing,” suggested Amy as we came down from our high.

“For the better I hope,” I quizzed my still bound friend?

“Of course,” responded Amy. “Now how do I get out of these things?”

“You don’t, I replied.” “The only way out is for me to cut the cable-tie.

After receiving some instructions, I removed the balaclava and headed back to the kitchen on my own to retrieve a pair of scissors, which made short work of Amy’s bindings once I was back in the bedroom.

“Ok David, let’s go downstairs and cut Laura’s cable ties,” suggested Amy as she put her jeans back on.

“Good idea,” I replied. “Go and get her something to wear in bed tonight and I’ll meet you downstairs?

Back in the basement, Laura was pacing the tiny cell, waiting for one of us to return:

“I can see you still haven’t managed to free yourself,” I laughed.

Laura just stood on the other side of the mesh gate with angry eyes.

“Okay, let me in there” suggested Amy as she joined us in the basement.

“We don’t need to unbolt the gate to free Laura’s hands,” I laughed. “Give me the scissors and watch this?”

I directed Laura to reverse to the mesh gate and with the scissors in my hands, using the port on the gate I cut the cable-tie binding Laura’s wrists. With her new found freedom, Laura reached up and pulled the wool scarf from her face:

“You’re both really fucked up,” she called out!

“Laura, you’re so rood,” I replied. “I hear you tricked your mum into the naughty room earlier this evening!”

“Yeah but she was taking a nap down here,” Laura came straight back at me.

“Laura that didn’t’ give you the right to bolt the door and leave me down here,” Amy joined in using her serious mum voice! “Here take this and you can consider your actions while you spend all night in there; come on George!”

Amy had just pushed the cotton nighty through the port on the mesh gate and stormed off:

“She’s such a spoilt little bitch sometimes,” Amy muttered as we headed back upstairs.

I just laughed agreed and then opened my big mouth:

“Maybe you could make a naughty dress for your kids to wear to go along with the naughty room,” I blurted out!

“Now don’t give me any ideas George,” Amy grumped as we finally enjoyed that cup of coffee.

The evening ended around eleven with me heading back to my won house, satisfied with a job well done.

The naughty Dress:

Several weeks had now passed since I last visited Amy. This was perfectly normal in our relationship as good friends. Amy had her own business and her family to look after and as for me, I had picked up some casual consultancy work, which had taken me away from home. We had kept in touch via e-mails and texting but apart from that, communication between us had been less than usual.

This all changed this morning when I got an unexpected interruption on MSN messenger:

‘Hey you,’ Amy opened the conversation.

‘What’s up,’ I replied?

‘I need a little help with a dress,’ Amy responded only seconds later.

‘You mean you want me to wear another dress for you,’ I asked, unable to get any sarcasm into my typed response.

‘Yeap,’ was the only response Amy came back with.

‘When,’ I then replied in a similar theme?

‘If you’re not busy, now would be good,’ responded Amy.

Before I could even get my response typed, Amy came back:

‘I’ll make you lunch,’ she typed.

‘Can you give me twenty minutes to finish a report,’ I asked for some time to complete my deadline?

‘Sure thing,’ was Amy’s final response before we broke the IM.

When I arrived at Amy’s, I saw she was dressed more formally today in a dark grey business suit:

“Hey you didn’t have to dress for me this morning,” I laughed as I gave Amy a big hug!

“I didn’t dress this was for you silly,” Amy laughed. “I had a meeting with the bank manager after dropping the kids off at school!”

“Yeah whatever,” I replied. “You still look good!”

Amy just smiled and we kissed a little before I suggested we go straight downstairs.

“I’ve something I want to explain about this dress first,” Amy opened the conversation once we’d arrived in her basement workshop.

“Oh yeah,” I replied.

“I took your idea of the naughty dress to a concept,” Amy explained.

“Amy, the naughty dress was for your out-of-control, bratty daughter and I doubt I’ll ever fit anything you make for her,” I replied sarcastically!

“I told you it was a concept,” Amy responded, pulling a heavy black dress from a hanger. “I wanted to make a concept first, to get it right and I thought you’d be prepared to help me with it.”

Amy then took me through the features of black dress that she held in her arms:

“This is made of a heavy Lycra type material, with some leather sown in to add security where security is needed,” Amy showed me the long dress. “The arms are folded into a double layer of material in the front just like a straightjacket and I’ve added some security by adding some leather. It has two zips; the first from the waist up to the top of the high neck and the second from the waist down to the bottom of the skirt. This means when zipped completely shut, that the wearer would have to take tiny steps! Finally, there is a built in bodice so the dress cannot be pulled over your head!”

“You’ve thought of everything honey,” I teased. “Where did you get all the ideas?”

“From the internet silly,” responded Amy. “So are you going to try it on for me?”

“Yeah but only if I get to wear that sexy body stocking again,” I tried to make light of the situation, not really expecting Amy to fall for it.

“That is mandatory dummy,” she came right back to me!

Amy went over to the chest of drawers and pulled out the black bra, two gels inserts, the tummy tuck briefs and the wonderfully smooth black body stocking I’d worn during the first fitting:

“Take these and go into the naughty room to get changed,” Amy suggested.

With no response, I did as I was told and within ten minutes I was back in the wonderfully smooth Lycra body stocking.

“Are you ready,” Amy called out before she joined me in the small room with the naughty dress?

“I sure am,” I replied.

“You really do like wearing woman’s cloths, don’t you,” Amy teased, unzipping the dress?

Under Amy’s direction, I stepped into the dress, via the closed bodice and them easing my arms into the built in sleeves:

“This is a little awkward,” I complained as my arms had to manoeuvre in several directions before they were secured into the sleeves, which now forced both arms into a folded position in front of my stomach.

“Stop complaining George or I’ll make you wear a corset,” Amy laughed as she assisted. “The dress is supposed to be awkward because it is supposed to be escape proof!”

Once Amy was satisfied the dress was nearly fitted, she started to pull up the rear zip and after quite a bit of tugging, the zip reached my neck.

“How does that feel,” asked Amy?

“Tight,” I replied.

“Do you think you can escape from it,” asked Amy?

“I’m not sure yet,” I sarcastically replied, only having being put into the dress!

“Hold on a second,” Amy responded, kneeling down in front of me?

By now Amy was pulling down the zip from my waist to the bottom of the dress.

“Here, see if you can walk,” Amy requested?

It was tough but I could hobble around but only taking very, very small steps. At the same time, I tried to pull my arms from the dress but it was impossible to get them free.

“Right, I’m going to make us some lunch,” explained Amy. “You stay here and see if you can free yourself!”

With that Amy was gone, closing and of course bolting closed the gate so I was now locked in the naughty room, wearing the naughty dress. I did my best to try and pull myself free of the dress so by the time Amy returned, I was still stuck!

“I’ve brought lunch down to the basement, so we can eat down here,” Amy explained as she unbolted the gate.

“How am I going to eat with my arms both stuck,” I replied?

“You’re not,” responded Amy! “I’m going to feed you because if this is to work on my brat daughter, then I need to get a full understanding of how this thing is going to work.”

Easing up the zip on the skirt half way, I was able to hobble a little more freely towards the workbench where Amy had laid out lunch. True to her word, Amy did feed me that afternoon and seemed to really enjoy the power she had over me.

“When are you going to let me out of this thing,” I asked as we finished lunch?

“I’d like you to stay in it until I head to pick up the kids,” responded Amy. “Again, I want to fully test the dress!”

I therefore sat on the basement couches and watched Amy sowing something, while I tried to escape the clutches of Amy’s new naughty dress:

“What are you making now,” I asked Amy who seemed to be working on some sort of collar.

“You’ll see in a minute,” responded Amy. “Just a little accessory for the naughty dress!”

I hadn’t long to wait:

“Open up,” demanded Amy as she forced a sponge ball into my mouth that had been covered in some sort of silk or satin material.

This was a type of ball gag! The silk covered sponge ball was attached to a long sash that wrapped twice around my head and by the aid of Velcro on the two ends, Amy fashioned the gag around my head:

“Isn’t that cool,” asked Amy? “I think that might actually work! See if you can get it out of your mouth?”

Again Amy left me as she went back to work. At one point I stood up and tried to move around the basement workshop to see what Amy was making now. All I could do was MUMPTH into the gag she’d made for me but it was sort of cool to be trapped in this girl’s basement workshop while she worked!

“Right, let’s try the last accessory,” explained Amy as she approached with something black and satin in her hands!

“I enjoyed you being masked so much during your last visit it gave me an idea for this hood.”

Amy then took me through the design of her latest double layer black satin hood, with a draw string:

“If we place it over your head like this,” Amy kept talking to me as my world went went! “And if I pull the draw-string tight, like this there is no way should be able to get it off your head!”

I started to shake my head, trying o dislodge the satin hood but it was no use. It was then I felt Amy manoeuvre me in some direction. It was too late by the time I realised she had directed me into the naughty room and sat me down on the bunk before pulling down the zip of the skirt of the dress:

“I need to go and pick up the kids,” explained Amy. “You stay there and I’ll be back in thirty minutes!”

There was little I could do because Amy had now tricked me into the dress, gagged me and now blinded me by the double layer satin hood, which was now billowing with every breath I took. I heard the gate close and being bolted and then nothing as Amy left the basement.

When would Amy return for me was the only thing that ran through my head from this point until my final release, which I can reveal was several hours later. I lay there with nothing to do but struggle in my bonds, rest for a while and then try to escape once more. Even if I could get out of the fucking dress, where could I go? I was locked in the naughty room and I was here until someone (hopefully Amy) returned for me. To say I was enjoying myself was a statement that confused me right now. Yes I loved bondage and I loved what Amy had done to me for this stint in Amy’s naughty dress was a little longer than I was expecting and to say I had some concerns was an understatement.

I had now begun to rest for the tenth or eleventh time when I head the gate being unbolted:

“I can see my naughty dress works,” laughed Amy.

All I could do was MUMPTH into the gag that Amy had stuffed into my mouth several hours earlier.

“I can see my gag also works,” Amy came closer.

I could feel Amy sitting down on the bunk beside me and rubbing her hands over my trussed body:

“I really love you in that dress George,” Amy continued to tease me. “Maybe I should leave you in it for a little longer!”

That concerned me a lot so I shook my head, MUMPTHING as best I could:

“Maybe not,” responded Amy, undoing the draw-string around my neck and pulling the billowing satin hood from my head.

Next Amy released the gag, pulling the satin covered sponge ball from my mouth:

“Thank you Amy,” was all I got out.

“You’re welcome,” she responded, giving me a light kiss on the mouth. “Do you like my dress?”

“Yes,” I replied. “You know I love bondage Amy!”

“Would you like to spend a little longer in it,” asked Amy?

“I’d be happy to wear it again,” I replied. “But now I need a piss and I’m hungry so I’d like out if I’m being honest.”

“Umm, I’m not sure if I want to let you go yet,” Amy kept up the game!

“Come on Amy, that’s not fair,” I pleaded for release. “I’ve played your game long enough!”

“Yeah but I’m horny and I’d like you to fuck me,” Amy came straight to the point. “The only problem is that I’ve got two kids upstairs and while they’re going to their dads for dinner with the older two, that’s not for another two hours!”

“Oh Amy, please let me go,” I continued pleading?

“As you said George, you love bondage so enjoy the dress,” Amy said as she stood up.

“Amy, I’ll not help you ever again,” I complained!

“Yes you will,” Amy responded in a slightly arrogant tone. “Here we can’t have you yelling so open up!”

Just like before, Amy forced the satin covered sponge ball back into my mouth and used the Velcro straps to tighten it around my head:

“Here I’ll be nice to you and not replace the hood,” Amy laughed as she left me again, bolting the gate as she left.

So here I was again, bound, gagged and locked in Amy’s basement call (naughty room). I stayed there until well after five, when Amy returned from taking to the two younger kids to their father’s. She finally released me from the hours of bondage in her dress and despite my annoyance, we did fuck like bunnies that evening and I did offer to wear the dress sometime in the future.

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Author:                        Ed Kilpatrick

E-mail:                        EdKBound@GMail.com