Chapter 1

She watched as Rebecca struggled in her unrelenting bonds. It was wonderful to watch and yet she too wanted to feel the tight encircling grasp of the restraints...

It was one of those days that happen from time to time around where I live when things all seem just a bit different. I should, of course, introduce myself. My name is Paige, and I am a 24 year old blonde. At 5"8 I have a killer body and I know it! I also have something else that only I know... a penchant for Bondage. I especially like to be tied up, and to feel that sense of utter hopelessness. Back to the day, and I've got the week off work, which is great for me. Not so much for everyone else who still has to go to their jobs. so if I had the day off, and nothng better to do, what do you think I decided to do?

But for what I had in mind, I would need my faithful partner-in-crime Rebecca. Also a bondage enthusiast, we have often shared encounters, and I hoped this would be one not easily forgotten. Of course, when I actually called her, there were the usual myriad of excuses about work, house, people, whatever, but I eventually had arranged for her to come over with a couple of things for our escapade. Usually, I would love to dress up for this kind of thing, but today, I picked out nothing but two pairs of latex panties and my 7 and a 1/2 inch ballet boots. Midway through my "special box" in the cupboard, Rebecca arrived. Wearing her trench coat, I thought she might'vr had the wron idea about this, but changed my mind when I saw that she was wearing her pair of thigh-high ballet boots exactly like mine. A 5"5 brunette, Rebecca was just as beautiful but slimmer with less curves than myself. I explained everything that I wanted to do, while she listened part-worried, part-excited.

20 minutes later, and we were a sight to behold. We stood in the middle of my empty garage, facing each other. Our ankles were tied together, and to each other, as were our knees. Our waists were bound together with a single loop of rope, crushing our latex-covered hips together. Our hands were secured together behind our backs and then attached to chains fixed to my ceilings forcing us each into a bizarre kind of strappado.

But finally was the genius part. My breasts were cruelly tied off at the base, forcng them out into tender balloons, but Rebecca's breasts were similarly tortured. Worse than this was that each of my breasts was attached to Rebecca's opposite breast. This way, if I leant back a bit, it would pull harshly on not just my breast, but also Rebecca's and she could do the same. The game was that we would stay like this until one of us called «Mercy». Whoever did give up, would then be at the complete will and servitude of the other. The winner could do whatever they wanted...Let the game begin!

For the first little while, neither of us did anything while we got our surrondings out. Then, I could feel a searing pain in my already sore breasts. I looked up, and sure enough, Bec was leaning back with a facial expression that can only be described as the Cheshire cat under intense physical pain. So I decided to pull back with my other breast. You could tell who had the higher pain tolerance just from this one move. You could see that she couldn't last like this, but neither could I and as I leant back forward I fealt the searing pain subside to a dull ache in my tortured breasts. This went on for a while, each of us having a bit of a tug of war over our breasts. It was amazing, and we quickly got into the game, pulling on each other, invoking an amazing mix of stimulation, pain and ambition. We went on for a long, long time, our sweat-slicked bodies secured together. What a sight we must've been! Finally, during one particular tug of war, I could see that Rebecca was running out of willpower to keep this going. So, I kept leaning back further and further, ignorng the feeling in my breasts. This was excruciating! It felt like my breasts were simultaneously on fire and being cut up by knives, it was that bad. But predictably and thankfully, Bec finally gave in, muttered a short "Mercy" and collapsed in her restraints.

After we had extricated ourselves from our self-made torture, we both just collapsed and sat there for however long, regaining our strength and massaging our aching breasts. Finally, Bec was the first to speak: "Oh Shit". I couldn't help but chuckle at her misfortune, since it was to be me inflicting that very misfortunate punishment.

My mind began to race with the possibilities of what I could do to her.


Chapter 2 is on the way! Promise!