Debbie smiles.
“You’re not really in a position to tell me what to do, are you? Suppose I was to take a few pictures of you and post them on line?”
God, she wouldn’t, would she? But you can’t possibly take the risk. And in some ways it might be a relief to talk to someone about your secret kink. After all, she’s your best friend, you’ve told her that you slept with Sam, and she’s opened up to you about trying bondage with Karl.
“OK, don’t get mad.”
“I guess I’ve always been curious about bondage. Maybe it comes from feeling guilty about sex. You know how we were always taught that nice girls didn’t do it until they were married? Well, if you’re tied up and have **** then anything that’s done to you isn’t your fault. So sometimes I fantasise about being kidnapped and tied up.”
“Do you masturbate when you fantasise?”
You turn crimson at the question. But you nod as you avoid Debbie’s eyes.
“And is it just fantasy, or have you ever done anything about it?” She’s idly pushing the vibrator and butt plug around on the dresser as she speaks.
“I’ve tied my legs together a few times. But I was afraid to go too far in case I got stuck.”
“So you’ve never had your arms tied?”
“Not until Amy did it earlier.”
“Well, she did a good job on you, didn’t she! Didn’t you tell her to untie you when you found you couldn’t get loose?”
“I couldn’t – she gagged me! She stuffed a pair of socks in my mouth and wrapped a scarf round my head to hold them in.”
“So whose idea was the crotchrope?”
“Hers. Honestly. I don’t know what made her think of it. I could have died when she did it.”
“Hmmm. What did it feel like?”
“Horrible and great at the same time. At first it wasn’t much. I mean, it didn’t actually DO anything to me. But every time I moved it dug in a bit deeper, and once it had dug in I couldn’t get it back out. In the end it was rubbing my – you know – even when I breathed.”
“Rubbing your what, Karen? Go on say it. Or I’ll take pictures.”
Your face has just returned to its normal colour after admitting to Debbie that you masturbated. Now you redden again as you whisper a reply.
“My clitoris.”
“See – doesn’t hurt to say it, does it? And did it make you cum?”
“Yes. I struggled to get loose and that made the rope push me over the edge.”
“Wow – so you actually came while you were tied up and gagged?”
There seems to be a note of envy in Debbie’s voice. You realise that the conversation has veered away from your own personal kinks to describing what Amy did to you. That’s fine – of the two subjects this seems the least embarrassing.
“Was that when she tried to untie you but the knot stuck?”
“Yes – now please, will you let me go?”
“After all that trouble I’ve been to undressing you and getting your elbows and legs tied? I don’t think so. You were telling me about your fantasies. What about this stuff?” She gestures at your toys.
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