Catching her Breath
Red headed Wendy placed a bet with a friend, but now couldn't pay off. There was a way to cancel the debt, but would she survive it?
By TopekaDom(dom male){Chaos }
May 9, 2025
Wendy got out of her car and approached the house. Stopping at the door, she paused to steady herself. This was going to be something new, something different, but she still wasn’t ready for it. Steeling her nerves, Wendy reached out and rang the doorbell.
The house belonged to her friend, Monica, Monny for short. They were long time friends, ever since their collage days. The two of them shared many loves: Clothes, cars, and even boyfriends. But their main connection was sports, particularly football. The problem was they rooted for two different teams. Monny was an Eagles fan and Wendy for the Chiefs. So, of course, they had placed a bet on last year’s super bowl. A big bet. A bet too large for Wendy’s likes, but she couldn’t back down on her two-time winners.
As everyone now knows, the Chiefs had really let her down that day.
The door opened as Wendy shook her head at the memory of the loss. Looking up, she saw Monny standing there with a big grin on her face. Her dark hair framed the rectangular face Wendy loved so much. Monny sported a large grin and her green eyes twinkled. Opening the storm door, she stepped out on the stoop in her barefeet and wrapped Wendy in a big hug.
“Hello Darlin’,” she purred in Wendy’s ear, “I’m glad to see you!” Kissing Wendy on the cheek, Monny took her by the hand and led her inside house. They walked into the living room where Monny sat on one end of the couch and patted the spot next to her. Wendy simply nodded, set her purse on the coffee table and seated herself next to her friend. Both were quiet for some time, Monny took Wendy’s hand in hers, to give her support Wendy, in turn, gripped the hand and looked up at her friend, with an embarrassed face.
“Monny, you know I can’t pay the bet. Not in money anyway. I shouldn’t have taken the bet when you offered it, but I was sure those bastards were going to win! I still can’t believe they lost!”
Wendy shook her head and looked down at the clasped hands again. She could feel Monny’s warmth and strength in her grip. She reached out her other hand and enclosed their clasp with it. Looking up again she continued “After talking with you on the phone, I’ve decided to go with your way to work it off, if you still agree to it.”
Monny response was to simply smile at her friend, then lean over and kiss her on the forehead. “Are you sure this is what you want to do, Darlin’? This is going to be painful and humiliating. It is going to be something you haven’t done before. You can back out if you want, but that is up to you.”
Wendy’s eyes stared into the green pools of her friend. She knew her own eyes must have reflected her fear and concern about what Monny had told her on the phone. That conversation replayed itself in her mind. The things Monny told her and the things she would do to Wendy echoed in her ears. Things that frightened her, but called, and yes, thrilled her at the same time. She never did anything like what Monny had described to her before, but debt is a debt.
“Yes,” Wendy said. “I understand.”
Monny again kissed her on the cheek and stood up, pulling Wendy up with her. Leading Wendy by the hand, She escorted her friend down a hall, towards the back of the house. Stopping at the last door down the hall, Monny faced Wendy and asked again if this is what she wanted to do. Wendy simply nodded. Once the door opened, Wendy could not believe what was on the other side. This was a room she had never seen before.
Inside was furniture she had only seen in online photos and videos. There were spanking benches, a St. Andrews cross, metal cages and things she had no idea what they were. The walls were lined with racks of floggers and paddles and crops and belts. Her eyes wide, she turned around and around to take everything in, not realizing she had strode into the center of the room until she heard the door close. Turning around, she found Monny leaning her back on the closed door, again smiling at Wendy.
“My God, you are a vision!” Monny told her. “This is going to be such fun!”
“Now Strip!”
Wendy just blinked at her friend. She knew this was going to be part of the deal, as Monny told her on the phone. Still, she couldn’t believe she was going to go through with it. Then with determination, Wendy allowed her hands to lift the bottom of her shirt and lift it over her head. Kicking off her shoes, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off. Her pink lace panties were slipped off with her socks, as she bent over. Lastly, Wendy undid her bra and threw it on the pile of clothes.
Monny watched the whole show from her point against the door. As each piece was removed, her grin got bigger and bigger! When the final bit was put on the clothes pile, she licked her lips and walked over to her friend. Placing her hands on Wendy’s shoulders, Monny kissed on the lips and turned her to face the rear wall of the room. “Stand right there, Darlin!” She told Wendy, “Don’t move a muscle!”
Then smacking her on the bare ass, Monny moved over to a cabinet along the wall. Opening one of the larger doors, she extracted a small duffle bag and closed the door. After walking back to Wendy, Monny set the bag on the floor next to her and knelt down at Wendy’s feet. Reaching into the bag, Monny pulled out a coil of rope. She held it in one hand while she moved Wendy’s feet together with the other. Slowly and gently, she wrapped the coil around Wendy's ankles. A sudden jerk tightened the rope and Wendy was trapped. After binding the ankles together, Monny retrieved another coil from the bag and repeated the action on Wendy’s knees.
Wendy tried to control her breathing while her friend bound her legs together. She could not believe how aroused she was becoming from Monny’s touch! As the ropes tightened about her, Wendy’s skin tingled and her vagina started to dampen. She almost moaned as she felt the tips of Monny’s fingers slide up her legs and across her belly. Using Wendy’s hips as leverage, Monny pulled herself up and pressed herself against Wendy’s backside, snuggling against her. The faint wisps of Monny’s breath floated in her ears, as she told her friend how she longed for this encounter. “Finally! I’ve wanted to fuck you since we were in college. I can’t tell you how much I’ve masturbated to the image of you like this! My God, you are making me wet!”
As she confided to her friend, her hands reached around and massaged Wendy’s breasts. Grabbing each one in her palm, her fingers pinched and pulled at the nipples. The fondling and pain brought a gasp from Wendy! She had never been touched as such by a woman before, much less her best friend. Her own juices increased and began to run out of her, starting to run down her thighs. Monny continued her forceful touch, crushing a tit in each hand, as Wendy bit her lip, whimpering, to keep the moans inside her mouth.
Releasing Wendy’s now aching breasts, Monny leaned down and got another coil of rope from the bag. She then stood and kissed Wendy on the neck, running her tongue from shoulder to shoulder. Placing a hand on each of Wendy's shoulders, She traced the tips slowly down each arm, from shoulder to wrist. Then with great suddenness, she grabbed each wrist and slammed them together with a crushing grip! Before Wendy knew it, her hands were tied together and Monny was doing the same to her elbows.
Wendy could feel her shoulders being pulled back, as Monny tightened the cords around her elbows, forcing her breasts to stick out. After the knot was synched, Wendy’s head was yanked backwards when Monny grabbed her red hair. The pain thrilled Wendy and more pain washed over her as her friend bit her on the neck! She was grateful her knees were tied, or else she would have collapsed from Monny’s forceful kiss. With one hand still tangled in Wendy’s copper locks, Monny dangled another coil of rope in front of Wendy. She slowly teased her friend’s skin with the feel of it. Rubbing it on Wendy’s breasts and nipples and down to her pussy. Once there, Monny rubbed it as hard as she could, soaking the rope in the drippings.
Wendy’s breathing became rapid, as the rope was pressed into her lips and clit. Up and down, up and down. The roughness of the fiber scratched and tore at her matching copper colored mound. She couldn’t believe how much the feeling was exciting her and how much she needed to cum! When she was about to explode, the feeling stopped.
“I need to cum! Please let me cum!” Wendy groaned to Monny.
Monny just laughed and told her not yet.
Letting go of Wendy’s hair, she ran the damp rope around under her friend’s breasts and around the torso. Then it was rewound over the tops of the tits to pinch them between the strands. The final bondage fully immobilized Wendy’s arms behind her back. As Monny then stepped back to admire her work, she nodded with a Satisfaction and began to undress.
She pulled her own t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Pressing her bare breasts to Wendy’s back and arms, she again reached around to pull and pinch at the erect nipples she found. At the same time, Monny pushed the crotch of her shorts into Wendy’s trapped hands. Grinding as hard as she could, Monny kissed and bite Wendy’s neck, ending with running her tongue into Wendy’s ear. “Can you feel it, Darlin’? Can you feel the heat in my cunt? Do you want to touch it? Touch it if you can”
Wendy tried to move her hands down. Stretching her fingers reach Monny’s crotch. Touching a thigh, her fingers slid in the wetness flowing forth. Leaning forward, she worked her fingers under the cuff of Monny’s cut off jeans and in between the legs. Wendy leaned forward more to see if she could get reach inside her friend.
But trying to do so, Wendy found herself off balance. With her ankles and legs tied together, she couldn’t keep herself from falling over! As she teetered and almost collapsed to the floor, Monny grabbed Wendy by the hair and straightened her up!
“Oh no you don’t, Darlin. We can’t have you doing that. I know just how to solve that problem!” Monny told Wendy, as she made sure her friend could stand there by herself. Satisfied, Wendy would not fall over, Monny patted her on the top of the head and walked to a closet door, next to a small sink on the far side of the room. Once inside, she gathered together a few objects she located inside. Her arms full, she kicked the door closed and returned to her bound treasure.
Stopping a few feet from Wendy, Monny set what she brought with her on the floor. Wendy saw more rope, a galvanized bucket and two empty pitchers. Monny also had with her a step stool, which she set up in front of Wendy. Before she did anything else, Monny undid and stepped out of cut off jeans. These she took over to Wendy and rubbed the wet spot on them in Wendy’s face and tossed them aside. Walking back to the pile of tools, she bent and over, wiggled her ass in Wendy’s direction while picking up a rather large coil of rope. Wendy panted at the sight of the cheeks dancing before her and the glimpses of hair almost hidden from her view.
But it wasn’t for long. Monny strutted up to the stool and climbed the first couple of steps. She then turned to face Wendy. This allowed Wendy to see her desire in full view. “Stick your tongue out Darlin’”, Monny ordered her. Wendy did as she was bid, extending her tongue out as far as she could. From her place on the stool, Monny reached over, grasped the back of her friend’s head and drew Wendy’s face into her dripping pussy. Wendy moaned as she tasted the fresh wetness found there. She could not believe she was actually licking her best friend’s muff.
And she was loving it!
“That’s it Darlin’! Keep that thing licking my cunt while I run this rope up here.” Monny told her as she raised her arms to pass one end of the rope through a pully and then over to another pully. Wendy’s muffled “Yes, Ma’am” was lost as she moved her face deeper to the furry mound before her. She licked up and down each lip and drank in the juice that flowed between them. When she got to the top again, she flicked the swollen clit she found there. Wendy tried to take it into her mouth but was leaning over again. Suddenly she found her head pulled back by Monny.
“Oh no Darlin. We can’t have you falling over again. I’m fixing that problem right now!.” Monny told her, patting her again on the top of her head and kissing her on the way down to step off the stool.
Standing square in front of Wendy, Monny looked her straight in the eye, as her hands wove and wrapped the end of the rope. When she was done, she had tied a hangman’s noose. Wendy had never seen one like that in real life. Sure, in old time Westerns, but never like this. Monny slipped the business end of the noose over Wendy’s head and fastened around her neck. The loop was placed under her jaw and the knot to the left side of her head.
Wendy’s eyes popped wide as Monny inspecting the rope placement around her neck. She was too stunned as to what was happening to return the kiss Monny placed on her lips, as she tightened it. Monny stepped back with a smirk on her lips. “Now to put a something on the other end!” Monny said, as She turned and strode to the other end of the rope, dangling from the second pully. Bending over, she picked up the empty metal bucket and knotted the rope to the handle. When done, it hung from the rope at the same height as Wendy’s head.
Wendy just stared at the bucket. The weight of it, even empty, pulled on the rope to tighten up the noose a bit around her neck. But not by much. She slowed down her breathing, trying not to panic. But it picked up again as she shifted her gaze to Monny approaching her. Her friend gently cradled Wendy’s head with both hands and lightly kissed again her on the lips.
The kiss deepened as Monny opened her mouth and slowly stuck her tongue into Wendy’s, licking and searching as deep as it could. She pulled her captive closer to her, causing the rope to pull and raised the empty bucket on the other end. The handle of the bucket creaked as gravity pulled and the rope vibrated from their actions. Wendy again moaned as she sucked and teased the oral invader, her eyes closed, not wanting to concentrate on the counterweight staring at her over Monny's shoulder.
As the tormentor pulled back from her prisoner, she watched as Wendy once again fought to stand upright. “We can’t have this, " She stated and danced back to the tool pile. Picking up the two pitchers, Monny went to the small sink, almost out of Wendy’s vision. However, she could hear a faucet being turned on and water slowly filling one of the pitchers. The sound of the running liquid went on for some time and Wendy could only listen as she heard water splashed into one pitcher and then the second.
Monny came back into Wendy’s sight, stopping at where the bucket dangled in the air. Placing one pitcher on the floor, She stood and grinned at Wendy as she drizzled water into the bucket. The sound of the water rang as rain on a tin roof, as the liquid pooled in the bottom of the bucket. The added weight slowly caused the bucket to sink towards Monny’s feet, pulling the rope down with it. Wendy looked up as much as she could to watch the pullies turn as the rope ran through them.
The noose tightened against her neck as the rope pulled upwards. Wendy started to panic, her breathing coming in short bursts. She lifted her heels off the floor and stood on the balls of her feet, in an effort to ease the rope's tension, causing the bucket on the other end to lower further. She danced around as much as she could, to keep her balance, struggling within her bonds.
After she halted the pouring, Monny set the now half empty pitcher on the ground next to the full pitcher. She delighted in her friend’s struggle against the noose and her bonds. She gave a quick, happy shiver and slowly wandered back over to Wendy. She then wrapped both arms around her and steadied her. “You are doing so wonderful, Darlin’! I’m so proud of you!” She told her captive, again laying her lips on her captive’s. The kisses moved across her cheek and down her neck, stopping where the rope was starting to mark the skin.
As the kisses moved around Wendy’s neck, Monny slowly pulled down on the ropes trussed around her friend, forcing her stand flat footed again. Wendy started to gasp, as the bucket rose and the noose tightened around her neck. She was both frightened and thrilled from the feeling. She could also feel one of Monny’s hands snake its way in between her legs. She felt, three, no, four fingers easily slide inside her vagina, slick from fluid trapped between her legs.
Monny pulled down on the rope leading to the bucket with the other hand, as the first probed deep into the copper covered pussy. “You are such a wonton lil cunt, aren’t you Darlin? How long have you been wanting this? A woman’s touch? Being balanced on the knife’s edge?” With a sudden yank, Monny pulled her fingers from the gushing vagina and shoved them in Wendy’s mouth. “Do you like your own taste, Darlin? I bet you taste yourself all the time, don't you. How about both of us together?”
Monny let go of the rope and the bucket dropped again, forcing Wendy to stand on the balls of her feet. Sliding her fingers into her own pussy, Monny rubbed herself with one hand while returning her other to Wendy's cunt. Each hand pinched and slid over clits, eliciting moans from each of the woman's mouth. When both of her hands hands were thoroughly moist, Monny stuck two fingers from each hand into Wendy’s mouth.
Close to orgasum, Wendy licked and sucked at the fingers, trying to get every last drop off them. Her tongue tasted as much as it could before Monny slowly pulled them back and wiped her palms on Wendy’s cheeks and forehead. Wendy almost cried as she watched Monny turn her back on Wendy and walked to the pitchers. Picking up the half full one, She drained what was left into the bucket. Then without looking back, she moved once again to the cabinet along the wall.
Wendy stood as tall as she could get! Now on her toes to keep the rope from going fully taunt. Even so, she kept her eyes on Monny as she pulled items from one of the drawers of the cabinet. When Monny turned around, Wendy could see she had a Hitachi in one hand but held the other hand behind her back.
She slowly approached Wendy, watching her again struggle against the bonds and the noose around her neck. About five feet before she arrived, She turned on the wand, flicking the settings up and down, so the buzz got louder and softer. Wendy fought for breath as Monny stopped in front of her, waving the wand side to side.
Without a word, Monny ran the wand over Wendy’s skin. Up and down each side of her body and then up and down each leg and even over her feet. Each nipple was gently touched with the wand, until they hardened as diamonds. Then and only then, did Monny allow the wand to run over Wendy’s pussy, changing the settings again and again and again. The buzz moaned to Wendy, singing like a love song to her.
Still not saying a word, Monny took one of Wendy’s sharp nipples into Her mouth to suck and bite on it. Wendy could also feel Monny’s other hand grasp an ass cheek. Not only her fingers, but also the cold touch of metal. Whatever Monny had in her hand chilled against Wendy’s skin. The coolness faded into all the other sensations Wendy experienced. Giving in to everything Monny was doing to her, Wendy’s eyes rolled up in her sockets and the eyelids pinched closed.
The varying of the wand on her lips and clit and the feel of lips and teeth on her nipple sent her over the edge. Her body shuttered and she gave up trying to stand on her toes. With a burst, she was awash from the sudden release her body needed and the breath she could no longer get. Her eyes flickered underneath the closed lids and her face suddenly relaxed. Wendy’s body shuddered so much from her orgasum, the water in the bucket sloshed on the other end of the rope.
Her ears heard a loud crash and Wendy blacked out.
When she came to, Wendy found herself laying on the floor of the room. Looking around as much as she could, Wendy focused o the bucket. It was on the floor, upside down in a large puddle of water. Next to it was the wand, still whirring whirring away . She then realized she could hear the sound of scissors. Snip, and her feet were free. Snip and her legs where unbound. Consecutive snips cut the ropes on her arms. Then with a gentle touch, she felt herself turned to lay on her back, arms out to each side and legs slightly parted.
It was then her vision was filled with her best friend leaning over her, cutting what was left of the noose from around her neck. Monny cast the rope as far across the room as she could. Wendy watched as Monny set the safety shears to one side and cuddled up next to her. Closing her eyes, she felt her tormentor and dearest friend draw a warm blanket over the two of them.
Wendy sighed deeply and embraced the feel of the other’s skin and the sound of her voice as Monny told her:
“You did very well, my Darlin. I am proud of what you did for me. Sleep now and we will have a long talk in the morning.”
The house belonged to her friend, Monica, Monny for short. They were long time friends, ever since their collage days. The two of them shared many loves: Clothes, cars, and even boyfriends. But their main connection was sports, particularly football. The problem was they rooted for two different teams. Monny was an Eagles fan and Wendy for the Chiefs. So, of course, they had placed a bet on last year’s super bowl. A big bet. A bet too large for Wendy’s likes, but she couldn’t back down on her two-time winners.
As everyone now knows, the Chiefs had really let her down that day.
The door opened as Wendy shook her head at the memory of the loss. Looking up, she saw Monny standing there with a big grin on her face. Her dark hair framed the rectangular face Wendy loved so much. Monny sported a large grin and her green eyes twinkled. Opening the storm door, she stepped out on the stoop in her barefeet and wrapped Wendy in a big hug.
“Hello Darlin’,” she purred in Wendy’s ear, “I’m glad to see you!” Kissing Wendy on the cheek, Monny took her by the hand and led her inside house. They walked into the living room where Monny sat on one end of the couch and patted the spot next to her. Wendy simply nodded, set her purse on the coffee table and seated herself next to her friend. Both were quiet for some time, Monny took Wendy’s hand in hers, to give her support Wendy, in turn, gripped the hand and looked up at her friend, with an embarrassed face.
“Monny, you know I can’t pay the bet. Not in money anyway. I shouldn’t have taken the bet when you offered it, but I was sure those bastards were going to win! I still can’t believe they lost!”
Wendy shook her head and looked down at the clasped hands again. She could feel Monny’s warmth and strength in her grip. She reached out her other hand and enclosed their clasp with it. Looking up again she continued “After talking with you on the phone, I’ve decided to go with your way to work it off, if you still agree to it.”
Monny response was to simply smile at her friend, then lean over and kiss her on the forehead. “Are you sure this is what you want to do, Darlin’? This is going to be painful and humiliating. It is going to be something you haven’t done before. You can back out if you want, but that is up to you.”
Wendy’s eyes stared into the green pools of her friend. She knew her own eyes must have reflected her fear and concern about what Monny had told her on the phone. That conversation replayed itself in her mind. The things Monny told her and the things she would do to Wendy echoed in her ears. Things that frightened her, but called, and yes, thrilled her at the same time. She never did anything like what Monny had described to her before, but debt is a debt.
“Yes,” Wendy said. “I understand.”
Monny again kissed her on the cheek and stood up, pulling Wendy up with her. Leading Wendy by the hand, She escorted her friend down a hall, towards the back of the house. Stopping at the last door down the hall, Monny faced Wendy and asked again if this is what she wanted to do. Wendy simply nodded. Once the door opened, Wendy could not believe what was on the other side. This was a room she had never seen before.
Inside was furniture she had only seen in online photos and videos. There were spanking benches, a St. Andrews cross, metal cages and things she had no idea what they were. The walls were lined with racks of floggers and paddles and crops and belts. Her eyes wide, she turned around and around to take everything in, not realizing she had strode into the center of the room until she heard the door close. Turning around, she found Monny leaning her back on the closed door, again smiling at Wendy.
“My God, you are a vision!” Monny told her. “This is going to be such fun!”
“Now Strip!”
Wendy just blinked at her friend. She knew this was going to be part of the deal, as Monny told her on the phone. Still, she couldn’t believe she was going to go through with it. Then with determination, Wendy allowed her hands to lift the bottom of her shirt and lift it over her head. Kicking off her shoes, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off. Her pink lace panties were slipped off with her socks, as she bent over. Lastly, Wendy undid her bra and threw it on the pile of clothes.
Monny watched the whole show from her point against the door. As each piece was removed, her grin got bigger and bigger! When the final bit was put on the clothes pile, she licked her lips and walked over to her friend. Placing her hands on Wendy’s shoulders, Monny kissed on the lips and turned her to face the rear wall of the room. “Stand right there, Darlin!” She told Wendy, “Don’t move a muscle!”
Then smacking her on the bare ass, Monny moved over to a cabinet along the wall. Opening one of the larger doors, she extracted a small duffle bag and closed the door. After walking back to Wendy, Monny set the bag on the floor next to her and knelt down at Wendy’s feet. Reaching into the bag, Monny pulled out a coil of rope. She held it in one hand while she moved Wendy’s feet together with the other. Slowly and gently, she wrapped the coil around Wendy's ankles. A sudden jerk tightened the rope and Wendy was trapped. After binding the ankles together, Monny retrieved another coil from the bag and repeated the action on Wendy’s knees.
Wendy tried to control her breathing while her friend bound her legs together. She could not believe how aroused she was becoming from Monny’s touch! As the ropes tightened about her, Wendy’s skin tingled and her vagina started to dampen. She almost moaned as she felt the tips of Monny’s fingers slide up her legs and across her belly. Using Wendy’s hips as leverage, Monny pulled herself up and pressed herself against Wendy’s backside, snuggling against her. The faint wisps of Monny’s breath floated in her ears, as she told her friend how she longed for this encounter. “Finally! I’ve wanted to fuck you since we were in college. I can’t tell you how much I’ve masturbated to the image of you like this! My God, you are making me wet!”
As she confided to her friend, her hands reached around and massaged Wendy’s breasts. Grabbing each one in her palm, her fingers pinched and pulled at the nipples. The fondling and pain brought a gasp from Wendy! She had never been touched as such by a woman before, much less her best friend. Her own juices increased and began to run out of her, starting to run down her thighs. Monny continued her forceful touch, crushing a tit in each hand, as Wendy bit her lip, whimpering, to keep the moans inside her mouth.
Releasing Wendy’s now aching breasts, Monny leaned down and got another coil of rope from the bag. She then stood and kissed Wendy on the neck, running her tongue from shoulder to shoulder. Placing a hand on each of Wendy's shoulders, She traced the tips slowly down each arm, from shoulder to wrist. Then with great suddenness, she grabbed each wrist and slammed them together with a crushing grip! Before Wendy knew it, her hands were tied together and Monny was doing the same to her elbows.
Wendy could feel her shoulders being pulled back, as Monny tightened the cords around her elbows, forcing her breasts to stick out. After the knot was synched, Wendy’s head was yanked backwards when Monny grabbed her red hair. The pain thrilled Wendy and more pain washed over her as her friend bit her on the neck! She was grateful her knees were tied, or else she would have collapsed from Monny’s forceful kiss. With one hand still tangled in Wendy’s copper locks, Monny dangled another coil of rope in front of Wendy. She slowly teased her friend’s skin with the feel of it. Rubbing it on Wendy’s breasts and nipples and down to her pussy. Once there, Monny rubbed it as hard as she could, soaking the rope in the drippings.
Wendy’s breathing became rapid, as the rope was pressed into her lips and clit. Up and down, up and down. The roughness of the fiber scratched and tore at her matching copper colored mound. She couldn’t believe how much the feeling was exciting her and how much she needed to cum! When she was about to explode, the feeling stopped.
“I need to cum! Please let me cum!” Wendy groaned to Monny.
Monny just laughed and told her not yet.
Letting go of Wendy’s hair, she ran the damp rope around under her friend’s breasts and around the torso. Then it was rewound over the tops of the tits to pinch them between the strands. The final bondage fully immobilized Wendy’s arms behind her back. As Monny then stepped back to admire her work, she nodded with a Satisfaction and began to undress.
She pulled her own t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Pressing her bare breasts to Wendy’s back and arms, she again reached around to pull and pinch at the erect nipples she found. At the same time, Monny pushed the crotch of her shorts into Wendy’s trapped hands. Grinding as hard as she could, Monny kissed and bite Wendy’s neck, ending with running her tongue into Wendy’s ear. “Can you feel it, Darlin’? Can you feel the heat in my cunt? Do you want to touch it? Touch it if you can”
Wendy tried to move her hands down. Stretching her fingers reach Monny’s crotch. Touching a thigh, her fingers slid in the wetness flowing forth. Leaning forward, she worked her fingers under the cuff of Monny’s cut off jeans and in between the legs. Wendy leaned forward more to see if she could get reach inside her friend.
But trying to do so, Wendy found herself off balance. With her ankles and legs tied together, she couldn’t keep herself from falling over! As she teetered and almost collapsed to the floor, Monny grabbed Wendy by the hair and straightened her up!
“Oh no you don’t, Darlin. We can’t have you doing that. I know just how to solve that problem!” Monny told Wendy, as she made sure her friend could stand there by herself. Satisfied, Wendy would not fall over, Monny patted her on the top of the head and walked to a closet door, next to a small sink on the far side of the room. Once inside, she gathered together a few objects she located inside. Her arms full, she kicked the door closed and returned to her bound treasure.
Stopping a few feet from Wendy, Monny set what she brought with her on the floor. Wendy saw more rope, a galvanized bucket and two empty pitchers. Monny also had with her a step stool, which she set up in front of Wendy. Before she did anything else, Monny undid and stepped out of cut off jeans. These she took over to Wendy and rubbed the wet spot on them in Wendy’s face and tossed them aside. Walking back to the pile of tools, she bent and over, wiggled her ass in Wendy’s direction while picking up a rather large coil of rope. Wendy panted at the sight of the cheeks dancing before her and the glimpses of hair almost hidden from her view.
But it wasn’t for long. Monny strutted up to the stool and climbed the first couple of steps. She then turned to face Wendy. This allowed Wendy to see her desire in full view. “Stick your tongue out Darlin’”, Monny ordered her. Wendy did as she was bid, extending her tongue out as far as she could. From her place on the stool, Monny reached over, grasped the back of her friend’s head and drew Wendy’s face into her dripping pussy. Wendy moaned as she tasted the fresh wetness found there. She could not believe she was actually licking her best friend’s muff.
And she was loving it!
“That’s it Darlin’! Keep that thing licking my cunt while I run this rope up here.” Monny told her as she raised her arms to pass one end of the rope through a pully and then over to another pully. Wendy’s muffled “Yes, Ma’am” was lost as she moved her face deeper to the furry mound before her. She licked up and down each lip and drank in the juice that flowed between them. When she got to the top again, she flicked the swollen clit she found there. Wendy tried to take it into her mouth but was leaning over again. Suddenly she found her head pulled back by Monny.
“Oh no Darlin. We can’t have you falling over again. I’m fixing that problem right now!.” Monny told her, patting her again on the top of her head and kissing her on the way down to step off the stool.
Standing square in front of Wendy, Monny looked her straight in the eye, as her hands wove and wrapped the end of the rope. When she was done, she had tied a hangman’s noose. Wendy had never seen one like that in real life. Sure, in old time Westerns, but never like this. Monny slipped the business end of the noose over Wendy’s head and fastened around her neck. The loop was placed under her jaw and the knot to the left side of her head.
Wendy’s eyes popped wide as Monny inspecting the rope placement around her neck. She was too stunned as to what was happening to return the kiss Monny placed on her lips, as she tightened it. Monny stepped back with a smirk on her lips. “Now to put a something on the other end!” Monny said, as She turned and strode to the other end of the rope, dangling from the second pully. Bending over, she picked up the empty metal bucket and knotted the rope to the handle. When done, it hung from the rope at the same height as Wendy’s head.
Wendy just stared at the bucket. The weight of it, even empty, pulled on the rope to tighten up the noose a bit around her neck. But not by much. She slowed down her breathing, trying not to panic. But it picked up again as she shifted her gaze to Monny approaching her. Her friend gently cradled Wendy’s head with both hands and lightly kissed again her on the lips.
The kiss deepened as Monny opened her mouth and slowly stuck her tongue into Wendy’s, licking and searching as deep as it could. She pulled her captive closer to her, causing the rope to pull and raised the empty bucket on the other end. The handle of the bucket creaked as gravity pulled and the rope vibrated from their actions. Wendy again moaned as she sucked and teased the oral invader, her eyes closed, not wanting to concentrate on the counterweight staring at her over Monny's shoulder.
As the tormentor pulled back from her prisoner, she watched as Wendy once again fought to stand upright. “We can’t have this, " She stated and danced back to the tool pile. Picking up the two pitchers, Monny went to the small sink, almost out of Wendy’s vision. However, she could hear a faucet being turned on and water slowly filling one of the pitchers. The sound of the running liquid went on for some time and Wendy could only listen as she heard water splashed into one pitcher and then the second.
Monny came back into Wendy’s sight, stopping at where the bucket dangled in the air. Placing one pitcher on the floor, She stood and grinned at Wendy as she drizzled water into the bucket. The sound of the water rang as rain on a tin roof, as the liquid pooled in the bottom of the bucket. The added weight slowly caused the bucket to sink towards Monny’s feet, pulling the rope down with it. Wendy looked up as much as she could to watch the pullies turn as the rope ran through them.
The noose tightened against her neck as the rope pulled upwards. Wendy started to panic, her breathing coming in short bursts. She lifted her heels off the floor and stood on the balls of her feet, in an effort to ease the rope's tension, causing the bucket on the other end to lower further. She danced around as much as she could, to keep her balance, struggling within her bonds.
After she halted the pouring, Monny set the now half empty pitcher on the ground next to the full pitcher. She delighted in her friend’s struggle against the noose and her bonds. She gave a quick, happy shiver and slowly wandered back over to Wendy. She then wrapped both arms around her and steadied her. “You are doing so wonderful, Darlin’! I’m so proud of you!” She told her captive, again laying her lips on her captive’s. The kisses moved across her cheek and down her neck, stopping where the rope was starting to mark the skin.
As the kisses moved around Wendy’s neck, Monny slowly pulled down on the ropes trussed around her friend, forcing her stand flat footed again. Wendy started to gasp, as the bucket rose and the noose tightened around her neck. She was both frightened and thrilled from the feeling. She could also feel one of Monny’s hands snake its way in between her legs. She felt, three, no, four fingers easily slide inside her vagina, slick from fluid trapped between her legs.
Monny pulled down on the rope leading to the bucket with the other hand, as the first probed deep into the copper covered pussy. “You are such a wonton lil cunt, aren’t you Darlin? How long have you been wanting this? A woman’s touch? Being balanced on the knife’s edge?” With a sudden yank, Monny pulled her fingers from the gushing vagina and shoved them in Wendy’s mouth. “Do you like your own taste, Darlin? I bet you taste yourself all the time, don't you. How about both of us together?”
Monny let go of the rope and the bucket dropped again, forcing Wendy to stand on the balls of her feet. Sliding her fingers into her own pussy, Monny rubbed herself with one hand while returning her other to Wendy's cunt. Each hand pinched and slid over clits, eliciting moans from each of the woman's mouth. When both of her hands hands were thoroughly moist, Monny stuck two fingers from each hand into Wendy’s mouth.
Close to orgasum, Wendy licked and sucked at the fingers, trying to get every last drop off them. Her tongue tasted as much as it could before Monny slowly pulled them back and wiped her palms on Wendy’s cheeks and forehead. Wendy almost cried as she watched Monny turn her back on Wendy and walked to the pitchers. Picking up the half full one, She drained what was left into the bucket. Then without looking back, she moved once again to the cabinet along the wall.
Wendy stood as tall as she could get! Now on her toes to keep the rope from going fully taunt. Even so, she kept her eyes on Monny as she pulled items from one of the drawers of the cabinet. When Monny turned around, Wendy could see she had a Hitachi in one hand but held the other hand behind her back.
She slowly approached Wendy, watching her again struggle against the bonds and the noose around her neck. About five feet before she arrived, She turned on the wand, flicking the settings up and down, so the buzz got louder and softer. Wendy fought for breath as Monny stopped in front of her, waving the wand side to side.
Without a word, Monny ran the wand over Wendy’s skin. Up and down each side of her body and then up and down each leg and even over her feet. Each nipple was gently touched with the wand, until they hardened as diamonds. Then and only then, did Monny allow the wand to run over Wendy’s pussy, changing the settings again and again and again. The buzz moaned to Wendy, singing like a love song to her.
Still not saying a word, Monny took one of Wendy’s sharp nipples into Her mouth to suck and bite on it. Wendy could also feel Monny’s other hand grasp an ass cheek. Not only her fingers, but also the cold touch of metal. Whatever Monny had in her hand chilled against Wendy’s skin. The coolness faded into all the other sensations Wendy experienced. Giving in to everything Monny was doing to her, Wendy’s eyes rolled up in her sockets and the eyelids pinched closed.
The varying of the wand on her lips and clit and the feel of lips and teeth on her nipple sent her over the edge. Her body shuttered and she gave up trying to stand on her toes. With a burst, she was awash from the sudden release her body needed and the breath she could no longer get. Her eyes flickered underneath the closed lids and her face suddenly relaxed. Wendy’s body shuddered so much from her orgasum, the water in the bucket sloshed on the other end of the rope.
Her ears heard a loud crash and Wendy blacked out.
When she came to, Wendy found herself laying on the floor of the room. Looking around as much as she could, Wendy focused o the bucket. It was on the floor, upside down in a large puddle of water. Next to it was the wand, still whirring whirring away . She then realized she could hear the sound of scissors. Snip, and her feet were free. Snip and her legs where unbound. Consecutive snips cut the ropes on her arms. Then with a gentle touch, she felt herself turned to lay on her back, arms out to each side and legs slightly parted.
It was then her vision was filled with her best friend leaning over her, cutting what was left of the noose from around her neck. Monny cast the rope as far across the room as she could. Wendy watched as Monny set the safety shears to one side and cuddled up next to her. Closing her eyes, she felt her tormentor and dearest friend draw a warm blanket over the two of them.
Wendy sighed deeply and embraced the feel of the other’s skin and the sound of her voice as Monny told her:
“You did very well, my Darlin. I am proud of what you did for me. Sleep now and we will have a long talk in the morning.”
