Bosom Bondage Buddies

by Brandy Dewinter

  

Chapter 9 - Kelly's Turn

  

At our workout the next morning I could feel the strain in my leg muscles from the walking I had done in my high spikes. Accepting this as due penance for the exciting evening, I worked it out on the stairmaster, then proceeded through the rest of my exercises. My weight had dropped a little though it was clear I needed a new goal if I were to make any real progress. Kelly, who hadn't gotten her prize yet, complained about the slow service which showed that she was a bit excited about her own upcoming exhibition.

That evening there were no packages and I didn't know whether to be disappointed or not. I was anxious for my other two outfits and wanted to see Kelly in hers, but packages delivered to Billie Jo's house were almost more pain that reward. We went walking that evening, my own dressing up downgraded to only pantyhose under my shorts. On our way back we met Billie Jo near the start of her walk, though in a relatively dark place on the street. She stopped and repeated to Kelly her request to walk with us sometime, to which Kelly agreed with surprising alacrity. Billie Jo barely seemed to look at me until the end of their conversation. Then, with a long, slow look at my shaved legs shining even in the dark with the shimmer from the pantyhose, she lit up her amused smile and said, "You're looking good, Ran."

Nodding thanks since I was too embarrassed to speak, I wondered if the glow from my cheeks was as bright as her smile. Kelly grinned at me as well, then caught Billie Jo's eyes with a glance I could not translate, but felt was more significant than I could understand. We continued on our way with Billie Jo once again looking at the backs of my legs as we left.

"Yes," Kelly whispered, "she knows, at least about your shaved legs and pantyhose. Maybe we should invite her out some night, as one of the girls. We can go to a singles bar and see who can pick up the most men!"

Slipping in to my Brandy voice, I softly sang my reply, "I don't pick up men, they're too heavy. Of course, trolling is okay, as long as it's catch-and-release."

Giggling like school girls we reached our house. I thought we might have passed the subject of walking with Billie Jo but I should have known that Kelly would not let the matter rest. The next evening I happened to be a little late, so Kelly got home first. Once I was inside she told me that a new package had come. I hurried into the bedroom and noticed the package unopened on the bed.

"Why didn't you see what we got?" I asked. Then I noticed that the package was addressed to me, which made it Kelly's new outfit.

Opening it quickly, I found the expected leather dress. It was softly tanned doeskin in a creamy ivory color. Grinning broadly, I commanded Kelly to strip. She took off her outer clothes but stood in her bra, panties, and pantyhose. The blush coloring Kelly's cheeks made it clear that she remembered the prohibition on underwear which was part of this prize. Pretending to compromise, I pointed out that the dress was a bustier design, sleeveless and strapless, so the bra would have to go. She removed it and I held the soft leather up to her form.

"That dress is too small," Kelly protested. She was actually right. I had ordered it in size 5, though she was a snug size 7. But this design laced all the way up the back so some adjustment was possible, though at the cost of a gap. To cover this I had ordered a matching jacket, almost as long the micro-mini skirt. Waving aside her protests, I unlaced the dress and held it out to her. She pulled it on with apparent reluctance, but her hardened nipples betrayed her excitement. Once she had the dress in position I started to pull the laces tight.

"You know the routine," I chuckled. "Grab the bedpost and hang on."

The cunning design of the dress hid effective stays without losing its soft suppleness and in a few minutes Kelly was held almost as tightly as in her satin corset. However, unlike the corset which had full bra cups that flowed into straps, the leather dress had only a bustier. Kelly's abundant bosom threatened to overflow the tightly-laced bodice of the dress. Her erect nipples clearly showed through the thin material, very close to the top edge. It seemed a deep breath could be disastrous, but then, in her tight lacing Kelly couldn't take a deep breath.

The snug skit clearly showed her panty lines and the top of her pantyhose. Before I addressed that issue I decided to lift Kelly to a higher level in her acceptance of my mastery and of her affinity for bondage. I turned to our "toys" drawer and withdrew both the ankle restraints and the wrist cuffs. Her eyes widened at the sight, and another excited flush lit her cheeks.

"Do you trust me?" I questioned.

Licking her lips, she gulped a little air, but nodded.

I placed the ankle restraints about her arms just above the elbows, then put the wrist cuffs on her. Gently pulling her arms up behind her back, I locked each wrist to the opposite elbow cuff, binding her forearms parallel and horizontal. The position was not uncomfortable, but it did force her to pull her shoulders back and thrust her impressive bust forward. She squirmed a little as she discovered what little motion she could obtain, but did not protest.

Smiling, I reached out and tweaked her nipples through the soft dress. Kelly gasped and moved her hips in an unconscious, uncontrollable response. Now that she had surrendered the initiative to me, I proceeded to pull her panties and pantyhose down and off her legs. Reaching under the tight skirt, I gently teased at her curly hair, provoking another gasp. In a moment, the pungent fragrance of her arousal drifted upward.

"Milady Dewinter, methinks you like this game," I chuckled.

Her first inclination was to deny it, but her body betrayed her excitement so she stood mute instead, head bowed in embarrassment but heat dancing in her eyes. I removed the last items from the package, a pair of thigh-high boots in matching ivory doeskin perched on heels meeting the towering standard Kelly had set with our pumps. I carefully sat her down on the vanity chair and placed the boots on her feet. They laced up from her ankles to almost the level of her abbreviated skirt and I pulled them snug as patiently as I had laced her into her dress. Helping her to her feet I draped the jacket over her shoulders, hiding both the gap in the dress and her bound arms.

"Ready to do a little window shopping?" I grinned, reaching again under her dress to caress her lower lips.

"Whatever you say, Milord," she replied demurely, "but Milady Dewinter could wish for a little relief before we go."

Dropping out of the fantasy character for a moment she moaned, "Oh, Ran, I'm so hot! I'm going to burn up if you don't finish me off, right now!"

"Hmm," I mused. "We may be able to work something out."

I pulled the hem of her dress up above her hips, and gently laid her back on the bed. Her excited scent filled the room as I began to lick and then suck at her pleasure nub. Her arousal was confirmed even more by the brevity of the interval until she was arching in wordless ecstasy. Panting desperately to obtain the breath the tight dress denied, she gradually subsided. I helped her to her feet, pulled her dress back down, and gently drew my hands through her tangled hair to straighten it. In a moment, she was able to walk and we moved from the house.

I decided to take her car, now more understanding of the challenge of climbing into the pickup while wearing a short skirt. As I escorted her to the passenger door Billie Jo came from her house and waved. Her eyes widened at the sight of Kelly in her tight leather dress and high boots. The jacket placed over Kelly's shoulders hid the restraints but something in Billie Jo's eyes betrayed her knowledge of what was going on. She moved over to us, for once the amused smile replaced with a more intense expression. Interest certainly, but something more as well, could it be lust I was seeing in her eyes? She approached closer, seemingly led by her own feet without conscious volition. A few feet away she froze and I could see her nose flare as she sniffed the air. Kelly's musk was still heavy about her, more pungent by far than her normal perfume. For the first time I could remember, Billie Jo was showing definite signs of arousal, hard points of nipples showing through her own thin shirt. She approached closer and reached out unerringly to find the restraints around Kelly's upper arms. Panting heavily, Billie Jo blushed and pulled her hand back.

I had expected Kelly to pull away from Billie Jo's touch or hide behind me in embarrassment. Instead, she seemed to strike an especially sensuous pose and her panting breath showed her response to Billie Jo's exposed interest.

"Is there something I can do for you?" Kelly asked, her voice breathless and tight.

So this is why she had been so receptive to Billie Jo's advances, I mused. I began to see a trend that I had overlooked before. Kelly's enthusiastic support of my cross-dressing, combined with the weight I had lost, had resulted in my convergence toward the image of lean femininity demonstrated by Billie Jo. Yet, the image I provided was not quite the same as the real thing, who stood tongue-tied so close to my bound wife. Kelly had always affirmed that there were no other men who interested her. As I reflected on her comments I thought I could detect an emphasis on "men" that I had not picked up on before. Perhaps no other men interested her, but it began to appear as though women might.

"Hello, Billie Jo," I said, breaking the frozen tableau.

"We're just going shopping, would you care to come along?"

"No," she stammered. "I have my own errands to run." She quickly fled to her own driveway and into her car. Once safely inside, she looked back at Kelly and unconsciously licked her lips. I decided the cooly-amused smile must indeed be contagious for I could feel the display on my own face. Tearing her eyes away from Kelly, Billie Jo's glance passed by my smile, and was captured for an instant before she began to back her car out of the drive. Her blush at my smile was sweet revenge for her prior amusement at my expense. Kelly's own excitement was confirmed by her continuing arousal. Her nipples showed clearly and her musky scent was being continually reinforced.

"My, my, my," I grinned, "now that was an interesting scene."

Kelly blushed hotly at my amusement, knowing that she had been too transparent in her own responses to deny her interest. I helped her into the car and carefully buckled her seat belt around her. She was now doubly bound, leaning slightly forward in the seat to make room for her arms. Soon we were backed out of our own driveway and headed down the street.

"I just found your incentive for the next ten pounds," I chuckled.

"What?" she asked, hope clear in her voice leavened with a generous helping of embarrassment as well.

"Why," I laughed, "I'll give you Billie Jo. It looks like the two of you could find some way to pass some time together."

"Would you really?" she breathed, too far gone in her own desires to pretend lack of interest. "You wouldn't mind?"

"You going to give me up permanently for her?" I asked.

"No!" she cried. "I wouldn't lose you for anything or anyone."

"But," she paused, slowly admitting to a long-kept secret, "it would be exciting, at least once."

"At least once," I confirmed. "I'll have to work out a few details with Billie Jo, but don't you worry about that. You just concentrate on losing your next ten pounds."

The glow in her eyes confirmed her resolve. I knew it would be tough to keep up with her in this round of our weight-loss plan, but by this time the weight loss had become secondary. That was only our excuse for fulfilling fantasies for each other, though the benefits to our health were undeniable.

We drove to a nearby mall and I helped Kelly from the car. I had deliberately parked away from any entrance to give her time to dissipate her scent of arousal while we were still outdoors. As we strolled along, window shopping or even entering a store for a closer review, Kelly was the focus of all eyes. Her obviously expensive leather suit, high boots, and angelic beauty combined with the detached reserve implied by her arms folded within the jacket to lift her to some higher plane of elegance and glamour. I could feel eyes tracking her wherever we went, the men with desire, the women with envy. I could have been a million miles away for all the attention I received.

In a curious inversion, it became as though I were her servant, conscientiously opening all doors for her, helping her at stairs, and in all other ways doting on her. Kelly obviously enjoyed the attention, combined with the secret bondage which constrained her. She was accepting my control over her public life as well as her private life, and finding that the release of responsibility was relaxing and exhilarating at the same time.

When we finally were sated with window shopping I ushered Kelly out of the mall and asked, "Are you ready to get something to eat?"

She shrugged her shoulders with a giggle, implying the question of how I intended to accomplish that with her arms bound. I smiled and dangled the lock keys, which she looked at with both longing and regret.

"You don't have to walk all the way to the car in your heels," I offered. "Wait here and I'll bring it around."

Before she could protest, I walked away, more quickly than she could follow on her tall spikes. She nervously glanced around to see what risk she took, standing bound and helpless without nearby escort. Once I was out of sight I paused to peek back at her, watching her deal with her situation. It did not take long for the first would-be hero to offer her any assistance she might require. Despite her normally effervescent personality, Kelly tried to maintain a cool aloofness, discouraging attention which might lead even to an offer to shake hands. The cool of the evening combined with the excitement of her predicament to cause her nipples to demonstrate their presence through the thin leather. Unable even to shield herself with her arms, in fact, forced to thrust her tits forward in exuberant display, she seemed to both invite and repel attention at the same time. The invitation was more compelling than the rejection and soon she had multiple offers of assistance, re-lighting the fire in her cheeks as she tried to maintain her emotional distance while surrounded physically.

I went to the car and drove around to rescue her. Helping her into the car, I again caught the scent of her arousal. Her sigh of relief was tinged with regret.

"Sorry I took so long," I grinned, obviously enjoying her mixed feelings. I smiled at her unsuccessful rescuers, proud of the desirability of my wife and of her absolute trust and commitment to me.

"So am I," she pretended to complain, but the dreamy look in her eyes and aroused state of her nipples showed she had enjoyed the experience.

We went to a restaurant we enjoyed, though not the one Brandy had patronized. I had chosen one without valet parking and again I parked a distance from the entrance. I helped her from the car and then released her restraints. Removing her jacket, I rubbed her neck, shoulders, and arms to work her through the discomfort which had developed during her extended bondage. The gap I had not been able to pull out when lacing the too-small dress allowed a cool breeze to caress her back. The gap extended low enough to reveal inches of leg cleavage to balance that threatening to pop from the top of her dress. Realizing her exposure, she glanced around to see if we were observed, then sighed as she relaxed into the massage. Retrieving her jacket, I helped her put her arms through the sleeves. Then I closed and locked the car and took her elbow to lead her to the entrance.

We enjoyed our salad meal, laughing as we reminisced about near-disasters as her jacket had almost fallen off or one of her would-be rescuers had crowded too close. In a short while we finished and returned to the car.

"Turn around," I directed, "break is over."

Surprised that I intended to resume her bondage, Kelly glanced at me and I could see a sequence of emotions race across her face. First, she looked dismayed, with her normal self-reliance resisting the thought of surrender. Then I could see arousal resume as she remembered the attention she had been getting. Next, she showed intrigue, wondering what else I had in store for her. Finally, there were trust and commitment as she accepted my control. Dispensing with the elbow restraints, I removed her jacket and merely bound her wrists behind her back with the fur-lined cuffs and helped her into the seat, capturing her in the seat belt again. When we returned home, I took her jacket and carefully hung it away, then smiled and stepped behind her. Reaching between her bound arms, I quickly unlaced her dress and let it slip to the floor. She stepped out of it, glowing with sensuality, nude except for her bonds and her thigh-high boots. I put the dress away with equal care, then turned to her. Her aroused nipples invited my caress, and then a kiss. She gasped and arched into my lips, thrusting her tits toward me. I grinned and caressed her lower lips, drawing forth her ready moisture and reawakening the aroma of desire. Stepping back, I quickly worked to remove my clothes, letting them drop with a careless urgency I had controlled when I had her leather apparel. Kelly molded herself against me, not caring that I needed to have my own hands free to remove my clothes. She laughed when her outthrust tits interfered with my hands, but her lips were hungrily claiming my lips and she rubbed her body against mine.

When I was finally nude as well she used the height provided by her tall heels to position her legs on either side of my erection, and began to squeeze and rub herself against me.

"Good," I panted. "That's the idea. Here's the deal. You get released after I come. You can do anything you can manage and I will kiss or caress whatever comes in reach of my lips and fingers."

With that I moved to the bed and lay down, stretched out on my back. Kelly smiled and moved to the bed as well, knee-walking over to me. She leaned down to offer one engorged nipple to my smiling lips, and I lifted my head to take it into my mouth. Just as we made connection, she overbalanced, falling into me and driving her hard button into my teeth. We both giggled, mine muffled by the mass of tit covering my face, and she struggled to get her balance again.

"This could be more trouble than it's worth," she complained, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her enjoyment of the challenge.

"Only if you let it be," I returned. "You're a smart girl, figure something out."

Though my own erection was red and pulsing, she knee-walked down between my legs and positioned herself where she could maintain her balance while she studied my cock at very close range. With an impish grin, she blew softly on the tip. Then, continuing her slow tease, she licked her lips and took a deep breath.

I interrupted the game she thought she was winning with a reminder. "Take as long as you want," I chuckled. "You're the one wearing the handcuffs."

Kelly stuck her tongue out at me, then giggled and used her protruding member to gently lick the tip of my cock. It pulsed in response, causing her to chase it with her head. We both laughed, then she began to wash my engorged sword from tip to hilt, leaving it glistening and shiny. Opening her lips she took just the head in her mouth and sucked, first softly, then with building pressure. As her suction pressure increased she let my cock be drawn into her mouth until it was bumping on the back of her throat. She began to bob her head up and down, leaving a fresh shine with every withdrawal, and capturing more with each downstroke. Like I said, when she can position herself properly (or perhaps, sufficiently improperly) Kelly can take an amazing amount of my cock down her throat. She began to relax and get into her task and was gradually approaching the short hairs at the base of my shaft. She had never before reached the base, however that night because of her extended arousal or even because of the change in her position caused by her bound arms, she took more and more of my tower into her mouth until her lips gently bumped against the curly wreath at the base. Kelly paused at full capture for just a moment, with highlights of joy shining in her eyes, then slowly withdrew. She continued to stroke up and down, each time matching her new personal record for depth of penetration.

By now, my amusement was transforming into need as she achieved an arousal in me matching her own. Her smiling eyes watched me as I tried to maintain my control, but as she saw sweat break out on my face, she stopped and sat back. My answering groan elicited her own amused smile. She knee-walked up the bed, letting my pulsating erection brush lightly over her moist lower lips, but did not stop her journey until she had placed them glistening over my mouth. True to my promise, I began to lick at her jewel as it protruded from her own damp curls. It was not long before she began to quiver to my tongue, gasping with her building heat. She gradually lowered herself down, resting on my face with greater and greater pressure, forcing her pleasure nub deeper in to my mouth. I thought she had given herself over to the pleasure and would stay until she came but even as her shudders built toward a peak, she gasped and lifted abruptly away from my lips.

Working her way back down the bed, Kelly placed herself with my pulsing sword poised at the entrance to her sheath. Carefully straddling my legs, she urged the tip to enter her moist tunnel. Once she had it on track, she slid down its length until it was fully buried inside her. Our eyes met as I silently congratulated her for solving her problem, matching her triumphal grin with my own. Kelly began to bounce up and down, leaning forward enough to ensure full contact between my towering sword and the jewel in her sheath. In a moment, she recovered the state of near release she had left at my face and her breath began to strain in and out in tortured gasps. My own arousal had recovered as well and I was concentrating on control, determined to last until her own climax. Her motion became progressively more violent until she was slamming down onto my hips with her downstrokes, rebounding to full extension with the energy returned from the bedsprings. I could feel the pressure building in my groin as her rapid motion drew my world into a tight ball, making all but her actions vanish into non-existence. With an uncontainable groan, I felt myself explode into her, thrilled with the unbelievable sensation yet distressed that I had been unable to wait for Kelly's own release. However, as a part of my consciousness expanded back to encompass the world beyond my need I heard her shriek with the energy of her own release as she collapsed onto my chest.

After some timeless interval she began to stir on my chest. Her bound arms prevented her from pushing herself up and my sword still swallowed in her sheath prevented her from sliding down over her legs. I was vaguely aware of her predicament as more of my consciousness returned, and was about to help her up when she managed to get her knees under her and sit back.

"Well, Milord," she returned to our previous game, "has Milady Dewinter achieved the task you set out for her?"

"Yes," I agreed. "I believe she has performed adequately. I will grant her reward."

"Adequately!" she shouted in pretend wrath. "I'll give you adequately! Any more adequate and I'd put you in the hospital!"

"Promises, promises," I laughed, "all I get from women are promises."

"What women?" she demanded, wriggling her hips over my still-captured cock.

"Thousands of women," I replied, " all of them you, in all your many facets."

Grinning with joy at the compliment, she lifted herself off me and moved to the edge of the bed. In her bonds and high-heeled boots, she captured both submission and dominance, demonstrating the entire range of feminine capabilities. I was almost reluctant to release her, but knew it would not be our last opportunity to taste this particular combination.

  

  

  

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