She Ties Kate's Hands

"You got it Kitty," quipped Della, her smile audible. She tenderly took both of Kate's hands and pulled them behind her back. "Deep breath," she encouraged.

"Why would I--" Kate's question was abruptly cut off by the ripping drumroll of a tightening zip-tie. Her whole body tensed as she felt the thin plastic encircle her wrists trapping her arms behind her back. "Wh-- How on? Why is this supposed to help?" Kate spun around in an attempt to grab Della by the shoulders and shake some sense out of her. Which she couldn't actually do because her wrists were tied behind her back!

She must have looked quite the sight because Della couldn't stifle her laughter.

"Is this some kind of prank?" Kate asked, calmer now, but still confused.

"No, no," Della put her hands up. "I've done similar things to help me get over fears. The idea is you're stuck now and you can't cover yourself, so you'll just have to deal with it."

Kate frowned as she thought about that logic.

"I'm kinda realizing how silly it sounds now." Della winced. "I can cut it off if you like."

"Maybe later..." Kate said quietly. "I'll give it a try. At least, it'll distract me."

"Atta girl," cheered Della, giving her helpless friend a sideways hug. It still felt strange to feel Della's nude breasts pressing against her own bare skin, but Kate didn't feel the need to flinch away.

The two nudists returned to their seats across from each other. "It's also kinda nice not to have swimwear on," commented Kate, sounding much more composed than she had a minute ago. The hand-restraint had a strange effect on her. It didn't make her forget she was naked: if anything the vulnerability enhanced it. Yet she could bear it; she was stuck and had to endure. Maybe it was just a placebo, but it worked.

"I know right," agreed Della, "baring all in amongst the steam just puts you in a different mindset. I could probably get you to tell me more about that Jordan guy that rocked your world."

"Ha," Kate laughed, "and I can see you got a new tattoo." she quickly changed the subject before she blushed too much. She couldn't easily point, not with her hands anyway. Tenderly her leg stretched out so that her toes could tap the crimson butterfly perched flirtatiously high on Della's thigh. "I thought you were afraid of needles. Did you have to tie yourself down to get that done?"

"No," Della smiled, "nothing like that. I don't think any quality tattoo artist would ink somebody in bondage anyway. I just made a promise to myself and gritted my teeth." A smidge of blush ruddied her cheek as she added, "I guess I kinda pretended I was shackled to the chair sometimes as he poked me."

"What's it of, anyway?" Kate said as she squirted at the small tattoo.

Della twisted and raised her leg to better show off the colorful picture. "It's a butterfly clad in the remnants of her cocoon," she stated, tracing the silky strands dangling from the fluttering creature. Some of the words hitching in her throat as she exposed her raw emotions."It's, um, it's a bit like taking your past with you, the thing that helped you change and wearing it as jewelry. Am I making sense?"

"Mostly," lied Kate. She fidgeted with her bindings; at one point, the two of them were closer than conjoined twins, but now poor Della was feeling awkward expressing her deep emotions. Worse was that Kate didn't really know how best to support her. "Do I need to kick somebody's ass?" she asked, half jokingly.

Della smiled warmly. "No, just me getting acquainted with aspects of my femininity. For a bit there I didn't think I could like bondage and be independent," she admitted.

"Of course you can," encouraged Kate whole-heartedly, despite just learning her friend's stance just now. "Liking leather and chains is badass."

She leaned in for a hug.

It didn't go so well. Kate had forgotten her hands were still restrained behind her, but she managed to do something similar to a supportive cuddle, by nuzzling their shoulders together. Della affectionately responded, wrapping her arms around Kate. It felt good to be this close, to have their warm, naked bodies pressed together.

"Thanks," Della said, her grin audible. "I can count on you to get me."

"Anytime," Kate responded quietly as they parted. She let out a contented sigh as she leaned against the warm stone behind her.

Her stomach chimed in with a hungry gurgle.

"Oh sorry," Della responded quickly, "I'm being a terrible host. I haven't offered you food yet." The naked woman rushed to her kitchen, leaving Kate to wonder how she'd eat in her current predicament.