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Part 1
“Hello?” Emily had just reached the phone in time, barely hearing it ring over the noise of her shower. It was near noon on Sunday, and no one else was home; her mother, father and brother had already left for the football game. Season tickets. That meant she had the house to herself every Sunday throughout the fall. In exchange for letting her brother go to every game, Emily received a new computer. A great deal, considering she hated football. What she really wanted was to get out on her own. College couldn't come soon enough.
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“Hey, it’s me,” said Allison, Emily's best friend since Allison had moved to the neighborhood in third grade. “Are you busy today? I was thinking of stopping by for a while to work on this health assignment. I’m nowhere on it, do you mind?”
“Yeah, no that’s fine,” Emily said. “Let me just get dried off and I’ll see you in a minute.”
“Cool, bye!”
Emily shut the water off and got her towel. Just past her eighteenth birthday, Emily was 5’7” and slim, with long, light brown hair that she liked to keep in a ponytail. Her figure was a dancer’s, built with many hours of ballet. Her skin was flawless and lightly tanned, but she considered her eyes her best feature; deep sea blue and big enough to fall into. She dressed in her usual weekend wear, shorts and a sweatshirt.
Allison rang the bell and Emily ran down to answer the door. She opened the door to meet her friend and, as always, skipped a moment to take her in. Allison was gorgeous. A little taller than Emily at 5’9”, Allison had near black hair and fine, porcelain white skin. She was the model of fitness, with a firm, toned figure and long legs. She was dressed as she always seemed to be outside school, in a pink, long-sleevetop spandex top and shiny black running tights. Allison was a vision and Emily’s spirits always lifted at the mere sight of her.
“Hey, what’s up?” Emily asked as she hugged Allison and led her upstairs to her room.
“Not much,” Allison said. “I’m just not getting this homework done, and I don’t need any more trouble from Mr. Reed. Did you do it yet?”
“No. I’m actually a little embarrassed by it.” Emily sat down on her bed and Allison sat at the desk. “Maybe if we finish it together, it’ll be easier.”
“Yeah, I hate sex ed.” Allison said as she opened her bag and got her homework together. “I thought we were done with that in freshman year.”
“I know you finished your sex ed by freshman year,” Emily grinned evilly, “the rest of us needed a little more time!”
“Ouch! You get mean with a deadline over your head!” but Allison couldn’t help chuckling at her friend’s shot.
“Sorry!” Emily giggled. “OK, no more. Let’s just get this done.” She took out the worksheet from Health Class and read the assignment.
“A fetish is defined as an object, act or bodily part whose real or imagined presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification.” Discuss the questions below.
1. Is having a fetish necessarily problematic?
2. Can a relationship incorporate a fetish without jeopardizing the emotional connection between the partners?
3. Do only abnormal people have fetishes, or does everyone have at least one?
4. Give an example of a fetish and outline its attraction, its psychological impact and your own judgment of its effect on an intimate relationship.”
“See,” said Allison, “I just don’t know what to write.”
“Well, I don’t think a fetish is necessarily a bad thing,” said Emily, already beginning to blush. She was no prude, but she, like any normal teenage girl, found this kind of talk exceedingly embarrassing. “Unless you like dead people or something insane, it doesn’t seem to be necessarily bad. And I think that leads to question two. If it’s not ridiculous, I guess I could see it being incorporated into a relationship just fine. It’s hard to judge without a specific fetish.”
“Yeah, I could see that,” said Allison, uncrossing her legs and re-crossing them. “I definitely don’t think fetishes are only for nutcases, so three should be ‘no.’ And then, maybe we should use our example fetish to answer one and two.”
“Good idea. So what should we use? Dead people? Food?” Emily was trying to keep an academic air, but she was definitely feeling warmer than before. Just talking about this subject was getting to her.
“I don’t know,” said Allison. She paused a moment, then seemed to come to a decision, and asked, “I mean, what kind of stuff are you into? If anything.” She added quickly at the end. The ball was now in Emily’s court and she sat on her bed and paused.
“OK,” Emily said finally, “here’s what we should do. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours. I promise not to laugh or freak out or anything, but you have to promise, too.”
“All right, I promise. This is actually kind of cool, to have someone to tell this to. So who goes first?”
Emily looked very nervous, and as flushed as she looked before, Allison now thought she looked very pale. "All right," Allison said, "I'll go first. Remember, no being judgmental."
“I promise,” said Emily.
“OK, uh, I guess I really have this thing for… well, I guess… all right, I really like stockings.” Allison turned bright red and looked into her notes.
“Stockings?” Emily asked.
“You know, like pantyhose, or tights, or thigh highs, or really anything silky that goes on your legs. I just always loved the way they look. I love the way they feel. I look at other women’s legs in stockings and it’s a turn on… You think I’m a freak.” Allison was flustered.
“No! No, totally not. Not at all.” Emily said, and she meant it. She thought back on her vision of Allison and in her mind’s eye, Allison was wearing stockings. In fact, now that she thought about it, Emily could not remember a day when Allison did not wear stockings with her school uniform. Emily and Allison attended the prestigious Winston Academy, and the plaid-skirt uniforms were a requirement every day. Emily usually wore socks. Every now and then she would change it up with tights or pantyhose, but she could now swear that Allison wore only tights or pantyhose (were thigh highs possible with skirts that short?) with her uniform. Even in gym class, Allison wore the shiny tights she was now wearing. Emily caught herself staring at Allison’s tights. She looked up and saw that Allison noticed her staring too, and she looked even more embarrassed.
“You know,” Emily said in an effort to ease her friend’s mind, “I don’t think that’s weird at all. Stockings are actually very sexy. I can see the attraction.” Emily actually could see the attraction. She thought back to times when she got really dressed up, and stockings were an essential item. She remembered the way her legs looked after she pulled on her stockings, and how smooth and silky they felt. Wearing them made her feel more beautiful and sexy.
“You don’t think I’m a psycho?” Allison asked, looking much more at ease.
“No, you’re a psycho, but not because you stockings turn you on!” Emily’s joke broke Allison’s tension and they both laughed. “Now that I think back, you always wear stockings, Allison. I just never really noticed it, I guess. You’ve got the legs for it, at least!”
“Thanks, Em! You’ve got fine legs for stockings yourself. Especially those black pantyhose you wore last Wednesday…” Allison stopped dead. She couldn’t believe she had just told her best friend that she had been scoping out her legs. “I’m sorry… you know what, I didn’t mean that in the wrong way.”
“No, I know, come on, Allison, it’s nothing,” Emily was caught a little off guard by this revelation, but she was determined not to let it show. “So how much do you wear stockings? I know all the time at school, but what about outside. I know your wearing tights now.”
“I wear stockings as much as freakin’ possible. Like all the time. I put on pantyhose before I go to bed. I save all the pantyhose ads from the newspaper and magazines. You should see some of the Wolford ads. I’m not just wearing running tights right now either.” Allison took off her shoe and pulled off her sock and Emily saw Allison’s foot covered in sheer black nylon. She did the same with her other foot and held her legs out over the chair arm. Emily took in the sight. Allison’s legs in tights and her legs and feet in sheer stockings was very pretty, she had to admit. She made sure not to stare this time.
“So let’s do your fetish,” Allison said to break the silence, “and then we can answer the questions.” Allison felt relieved to have the spotlight off her, but Emily now felt very nervous.
“Well… man, yours is so tame compared to mine, I think. I don’t know. I really get turned on…” Emily summed up the courage, “… by being tied up.” Emily was sure she was going to die. She felt hotter than she thought possible, positively feverish. She wanted to run, she wanted to trash the day and start over. But she also felt exhilarated. Her heartbeat skyrocketed and she quickened her breathing. Although she was not a virgin, Emily had little sex experience and had absolutely never told anyone else in the world about this. Ever. She gambled a glance in Allison’s direction. She was shocked to see her smiling.
“What? Did you think I was going to call the funny farm or something?” Allison said. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I think your fetish is actually way more common than mine.” Emily didn’t know what to say, so she just sat there and looked at Allison’s stocking-covered feet. She was even more excited now that Allison had reacted the way she did. She had feared Allison might call her a name and storm out.
“So,” Allison said, “bondage. Details.”
“Well, I remember from way early on just being fascinated by the idea. Once you see someone tied up on TV or in a movie, I think it starts. I was into it even when I was a little girl. I’ve tied myself up before, but no one else has ever tied me. You’re the only other person I’ve ever told this to. By the way, the first time I tied myself up, it was with my mom’s pantyhose." Allison smiled at this. A beautiful smile that gave Emily a rush of security. "I do a lot of internet stuff with bondage. That’s sexy as hell. There are so many pictures on there with so many positions that I get dizzy thinking about trying them all. I’ve got a lot of rope now and even a ball gag… god this is embarrassing.” Emily wasn’t sure if she was feeling better or worse. But Allison came over and sat on the bed and put her arm around her.
“It’s no big deal at all. You’re actually pretty normal, Em. Everybody gets tied up. I’m the one wearing pantyhose to bed!”
“Thanks, Allison. You know, you’re right, it feels great to be able to tell somebody this stuff.”
“So wait a minute,” Allison said, “how do you tie your hands together? I can see the legs and even the gag, but it seems really hard to tie your own hands.”
“I’m sure it’s really difficult,” Emily said, “but I cheat.” She got up and nearly ran to her dresser. She never felt so alive. She pulled something out of the top drawer and came back to the bed. She showed Allison a pair of shining steel handcuffs. “I got these off of ebay.”
“Are these real?” Allison asked.
“Totally. They’re the kind that lock and won’t unlock unless you have the key. I freeze the key and then I can’t get out until it melts. It feels so amazing.” She stopped herself from jabbering and blushed again.
“So you only like to be tied up, or do you want to tie other people up as well.”
“I don’t know.” Emily said. “I know I like to be tied up, but I don’t know if I would like to tie someone else up. The pictures of the women I see on the internet are hot, but I’m not sure if it’s because I want to tie them or be tied like they are.” Emily pondered the handcuffs in her hands and the two sat in silence on her bed.
Allison was the first to speak, “Look, Emily, you’re my best friend, and I don’t want to make things weird, but I think it would be kind of awesome if we explored this stuff here, together, where we know it’s safe. If you want, I could… I could tie you up and you could see how it is. Or not, I don’t want you to think I’m weird…” Allison was losing her nerve quickly, but Emily was thrilled to be thinking the same thing Allison was.
“No, you’re not weird. Not at all. Yeah… I think that would actually be great. I trust you more than anyone I know in the world, Allison. I would love it if you tied me up!”
Part 2
The room grew very quiet as each girl pondered what had just been agreed upon. Allison was going to tie up Emily. As she stared out her bedroom window, Emily could not catch up with the thoughts racing through her mind. She was pulled back to the moment by the sudden realization that her nipples were hard. Extremely hard. She could not remember them feeling like this before, as if they wanted to burst out of her chest. She could feel the fabric of her T-shirt tug against them. They had become exceptionally sensitive. Could this really be happening?
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“Um… maybe I should change. I think… yeah. I’ll go change.” Emily was once more bright red and darted to her bathroom before Allison could say a word. She just needed a minute alone to get a hold of herself. She looked in the mirror and wasn’t sure who she saw in the reflection. She was without a doubt sexually aroused, and this thought scared her more than anything. Emily knew in her mind that Allison was gorgeous, but she had always struck any more explicit thoughts from her mind before they even took form. She wasn’t gay, and she thought of Allison like she would a family member. But… Allison really was gorgeous, and the thought of her tying Emily up was more exciting than any fantasy she had so far come up with. Maybe it was just the moment; maybe the bondage was really what was getting to her. Emily felt herself trembling and took a deep breath. She made up her mind and walked back in the room.
“Sorry… I think I’m just nervous. I… I’m…” Emily glanced at Allison, who looked like she was having the same feelings. She said finally, “I want to do this.”
Allison smiled, “Me, too. Let’s just relax. We’re having some fun here. That’s all. No need to sign up for the Pride Parade. It’s nothing. Here, why don’t I help you pick something to wear?” She got up and went to Emily’s closet.
Emily relaxed considerably. A wave of gratitude toward Allison crashed over her. Allison! Emily felt the urge to slap her forehead. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she forgot about Allison’s fetish. If Allison was going to tie Emily, Emily felt she had to play this nylon fetish for Allison, too. She moved to her dresser and opened the top drawer.
“I think I have what I need here,” Emily said and pulled out the very pantyhose Allison had noticed on her legs last week. They were very silky and sheer all the way to the waist. “Do these look familiar?” Emily asked with a little laugh. She was feeling so good she was almost giddy.
“Are those your pantyhose from last week?” Allison asked, her heart nearly skipping a beat at the sight of her friend holding the pantyhose and offering to wear them for her. Allison felt flushed with heat. She became self conscious as she noticed a very pleasant sensation between her legs.
“Silk Reflections, sheer to waist,” Emily said. “It’s only fair. Since you’re helping me with my fetish, the least I could do is wear some frickin' stockings for you!” They both laughed in an excited, self conscious way. “You know, Allison, they seem sexier right now than I could have believed.”
“Em, I’m so getting turned on right now. I’m sorry, but I am. Is it OK, to say that?”
Emily’s feelings for Allison were like nothing she had ever felt before, with anyone. She wanted nothing more than to hold her and kiss her. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking. This was Allison, her friend. A girl. The girl she grew up with. These thoughts, rather than deter her, instead only reinforced how strongly she felt for Allison. She finally spoke up.
“It’s OK. Actually, it’s great. I’ve never felt this good before, and you haven’t even started tying me yet!” Emily pulled her second drawer open and pulled out her shiny spandex leotard. It was jet black and had high cut legs. This was the leotard Emily wore so often for ballet. She had never thought anything of it before except as a utility for her practice, but now, as she held it in her hands and felt the smooth spandex in her fingers, it became erotic. “I think I’ll wear this, just the pantyhose and the leotard. Is that cool?”
Allison could have fainted. In fact, she was so aroused she was feeling a little light headed. “That’s great. Yeah, that’s awesome.” She thought about her own clothes and felt dumpy. She was glad she had at least worn stockings. Of course, she always did. “Hey, you wouldn’t have another leotard, would you, Em?”
Emily understood and pulled a solid white leotard out of the same drawer. Also made of shiny spandex, this leotard was one Emily had worn to a recital and had long sleeves. “Here, will this be OK? I think it would actually look cool with your pantyhose.”
“That’s great, Em! Thanks!” Allison couldn’t wait to put it on. There was another pause and each girl stood looking at the other, trying to figure out where to go from here.
“I guess I’ll get changed in the bathroom,” Emily said. Part of her wanted to stay and watch Allison put on the leotard, then let Allison watch her put on the pantyhose. But, for some reason, Emily didn’t quite feel ready for all that. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. She took off all her clothes and looked in the mirror. She couldn’t believe her nipples could stick out as far as they were right now. And she was feeling… moist. She stopped and almost began to question what she was doing here, but her instinct overcame her reason and she sat down on the toilet. She held out the pantyhose in front of her and observed the fine knitting and silky texture. She wondered why she had never looked at stockings this way before. They seemed so elegant, so soft, so sexy, that Emily became giddy at the thought of putting them on. She wanted to be seen in them. By Allison. She gently put her right foot down into the leg of the pantyhose and slowly pulled the nylon until she reached her toes. She straightened the stocking and pulled it up her leg, then ran her hands up her leg to smooth it out. She couldn’t believe how sensuous it felt. She sat back down and repeated the maneuver with her left foot and leg. She pulled the pantyhose up over her ass and felt a shock of excitement. Is this how Allison felt every day she as she put on her own stockings? Emily spent another minute running her hands all over her stockings, reveling in the feel, and then picked up her leotard. Putting on the leotard was now sexual as well for Emily. The spandex sliding against the stockings took on a new feel. Emily had put on this leotard over tights and pantyhose countless times, but it felt so different now that it was almost a new experience. The spandex fit tight and Emily felt the leotard tug at her sex and shuddered with delight at the feeling. Each step was a repeat of this feeling and she wondered if she could contain herself before she got back to Allison to be tied up. Tied up! Ecstasy overwhelmed Emily at the thought of being tied up in this outfit. She fought hard to keep herself from coming, and barely succeeded.
Emily walked gingerly from the bathroom into the bedroom, enjoying the constant arousal provided by walking in stocking-covered feet across the hard floor and then the carpet of her bedroom. Her feet felt like they were made of silk and wiggling her toes in the stockings felt like its own minor form of bondage. She wondered why she never noticed these things before.
As Emily entered her room, she saw Allison standing with her back to Emily at Emily’s dresser. Emily took a sharp breath at the sight of her best friend. Allison, so tall and lean, so lithe and beautiful, had removed her tights and shirt and slipped into the white leotard over her black pantyhose. The effect of wearing the leotard seemed to make Allison’s long legs go on forever. Emily’s eyes swept upward from Allison’s feet. Allison’s stockings were obviously high quality, probably very expensive. The sheer black nylon covered Allison’s ivory skin in a way that made it seem like stockings were invented with Allison in mind. The shape of her legs was breathtaking, with thin ankles and perfect proportions up her calves and thighs. As Emily’s eyes traveled past Allison’s ass, the stark white of the spandex leotard against the black of the stockings caused a stir in Emily. She wanted to grab Allison. How could she be thinking these things? Two hours ago none of this could have seemed possible, let alone desirable, as it was completely now to Emily. She wanted to grab Allison.
Allison heard the swish of Emily’s stockings and turned around. She was holding Emily’s ball gag, a bright red ball with a strap of black leather running through it, to be buckled behind her head. The sight of Emily was even more of a shock. Allison had never seen anything so beautiful. Emily’s brown hair was down from its usual ponytail and danced in light curls to a point just past her shoulders, resting on the black leotard. Her blue eyes had a look of both longing and hesitation that Allison found exceptionally attractive. Allison, like Emily, simply couldn’t believe she was here and doing this. She was less surprised than Emily, having spent many nights in bed masturbating in her stockings to the thoughts of women’s legs in pantyhose. Allison didn’t think she was gay, but she could certainly swing, she thought. But Allison had never let herself masturbate to the thought of Emily, no matter how beautiful her legs were; or the rest of her for that matter. She thought too much of Emily to cheapen her that way. But now, she was going to tie and gag Emily, her best friend for as long as she could remember, and while Emily was wearing the sexiest thing Allison could ever think of, stockings.
Emily saw the ball gag and her heart jumped into her throat. She believed the look in Allison’s beautiful gray/green eyes mirrored her own. Am I really doing this?
“Hey,” Emily said.
“Hey,” Allison replied. Then nothing. They just stood facing each other at opposite ends of the room. It was like a Mexican standoff. Tumbleweed should have blown by. Allison spoke first.
“You look so great, Emily. God, I can’t believe how great you look. You should really wear stockings more,”
“Thanks. You know, putting them on this time, it felt different. After what you said, I noticed the look, the feel. God, Ally, I seriously almost came in the bathroom… I can’t believe I said that!” Emily was embarrassed, but she also wasn’t, and she didn’t mind telling these things to Allison. Allison’s smile made her feel even better.
“I know what you mean, Em,” Allison said. “I’ve been this way since I was, like, eight. I just can’t get enough of it. It’s so cool that there’s someone who understands.” Allison felt like she never had before. Like she wasn’t a freak. She knew that guys were into pantyhose, but figured that it was just another sex thing, part of wanting girls in general. She thought she might be the only girl in the world who liked stockings, who loved stockings. Feeling like that only made her feel broken somehow. Just the thought that Emily could see where she was coming from, even if she didn’t show up to school everyday in pantyhose from now on, was one of the best things that had ever happened to her. She noticed Emily looking at the ball gag. “Sorry I took your gag. You left your drawer open and I saw it there.”
“Yeah, no, it’s all right,” Emily said. “Don’t worry about it. I mean, you’re about to tie me up, right, so I guess there’s nothing more embarrassing that you could find in my dresser.” Emily laughed, but wasn’t feeling funny. She had just set the ball in play. She told Allison that it was OK now to tie her up. It was real. It was happening. “So… I mean… do you want to, you know?” Emily was shaking, and Allison walked over to her and hugged her, trying to calm her down.
“It’s OK, Em. Anything you want, I’ll do it. Just tell me what you want.” Allison was awash in sensation from hugging Emily. Her hands wrapped around Emily’s lean torso and grasped the spandex of her leotard on each side. Allison’s stocking covered knee brushed Emily’s stockings at the thigh. Allison almost lost it right there. She had never done that before and she wanted nothing more than to do it again. But she pulled back and looked Emily in the eye. “So, what do you want? The handcuffs? It’s your adventure.”
Emily resisted the temptation to kiss Allison full on the lips. She didn’t want Allison to storm away, ruining the friendship and in the bargain losing the chance to be tied up by someone else for the first time. “I was thinking maybe ropes…”
Part 3
“OK,” Allison said to Emily, “I’ll tie you up with rope.”
Emily was trembling all over. She had never felt her heart beat so hard or fast. “I have some rope hidden in the closet. Let me just get it.” She went to the closet and got a box from the back of the top shelf. “I keep all this stuff hidden in separate places. Just in case my mom ever goes through the closet... my mom!” Emily was struck with anxiety. What if her parents walked in while she was being tied up by her best friend, and both of them dressed in nothing but a leotard and pantyhose? “My family is out at the game, so we have a few hours, but just keep your ears open, OK? I’m pretty sure I’d die if my mom and dad saw this.”
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“Yo can trust me, Em,” Allison said, “I’ll take care of you.”
Emily walked over to her bed and sat down, feeling the satin of the comforter glide along her ass and thighs. Every sensation was overloading her brain. She held the rope out and looked at Allison. “Let me show you how to tie the knot, then I’m all yours...” Emily let these last words trail off and considered what she was looking forward to. For the next hour or two, Allison would own her. Own every bit of her, and Emily wanted it more than anything she ever wanted before. “Just take a length of rope and wrap it around my legs. I’ll show you here above my knees. Once you get a few rows of rope around, cross the ropes and cinch the tie by going between my legs, like this.” Emily crossed the ropes and pushed them through her legs. She went around a couple of times and brought the rope to the front. “You just pull each end tight and tie a double knot. That’s about it. If I need you to stop or let me out, I’ll say ‘red’, OK?” Emily undid the tie and held the rope out to Allison.
“Yeah, no problem,” Allison said. “Above the knees, ankles... where else?”
“Below the knees and can you tie my wrists behind my back?” Emily felt faint.
“Yes, I can do that.”
“And, will you gag me, Allison?” Emily was a little nervous. She felt like she was asking for too much and that any minute Allison would come to her senses and leave.
“I’ll even gag you, just to keep you quiet for a minute!” Allison laughed to cover her nerves. She took the rope from Emily and knelt down in front of her best friend. She ran her eyes from Emily’s beautiful feet in the pantyhose, up to her knees, lingered on her crotch, and then up to her chest. Allison saw Emily’s nipples poking through the fabric of the leotard and realized her own nipples were throbbing. She looked at Emily’s face. Emily looked back at her with eyes so lovely that Allison lost her train of thought for a moment.
“OK,” Allison said, “let’s begin, shall we?” Allison held one end of the rope in one hand and used the other to wrap the rest of the length around Emily’s thighs above the knees. When she almost ran out of rope, she crossed the two ends and pushed them through Emily’s legs. Allison felt the silky material of Emily’s pantyhose and shuddered in ecstacy. She had never felt another woman’s legs in stockings before. It was as wonderful as she thought it would be. Trying hard to concentrate, Allison went around a couple of times and brought the ends out.
“Ally, you can make it tight,” Emily said, and Allison tore her eyes from her friends legs and looked at her. She could see the desire in Emily’s eyes now. She was into the moment now. Allison nodded and said nothing.
Emily was swimming in her own pleasure. Every touch from Allison was wondrous. The closest she ever came to feeling like this was her first time with Greg, her first love. That was different. This was so different. Emily wanted Allison badly. She was thankful that she was about to be tied up and gagged, so she could lash against the restraint with her desire for Allison.
Allison did pull tight on the cinch. And her knot was as tight as Emily had ever seen. The cotton rope would not be untied. It would have to be cut. Emily swooned at the thought.
“Is that OK, Emily?” Allison had seen Emily close her eyes and teeter for a second.
“Oh my god, it is so great.” Emily was becoming Allison’s. She hoped Allison would kiss her. She was dying for it.
Allison took another section and tied Emily’s legs below the knees. She finished up tying Emily’s ankles. She allowed herself to touch Emily’s nylon-covered feet liberally as she tied her ankles with the rope. Allison was amazed by how sexy Emily’s legs looked with the white rope contrasting against the black stockings. “Your legs look so sexy right now, Em,” she said and meant it. What a great combination of fetishes, Allison thought. She finished the knot at Emily’s ankles and leaned back to admire her friend. Emily sat on the edge of the bed, her tied legs dangling in the black stockings, toes just touching the plush carpet.
Emily was breathing rapidly and Allison admired the way her chest rose and fell. She could see the outline of her ribs and abdomen in the spandex leotard.
“And now your hands?” Allison asked. Emily nodded. Allison leaned forward and took hold of each of Emily’s wrists and pushed them behind her back. Allison felt the top of Emily’s ass. She looked into her eyes again and could resist it no longer. She kissed Emily full on the lips. She kissed her as passionately as she knew how. She plunged her longue into Emily’s eager mouth and felt Emily’s warm, moist tongue push back, brushing over her own tongue, licking her lips, in a rhythm she could never explain, but which was as natural as breathing.
With her arms still around Emily, Allison pushed her back onto the bed and began kissing Emily’s cheeks and neck. Emily laid there with her eyes closed, her hands still pinned underneath her. Allison was kissing her left breast through her leotard while she held Emily’s tied legs in her arm. Allison took her lips off Emily’s chest and turned her over. She grabbed another length of rope but had trouble getting it unwound. She was so excited and turned on that her hands were not doing what her brain wanted them to do. She finally got the rope sorted and wrapped it around Emily’s wrists. As she finished tightly cinching the rope, Emily let out a low moan.
“Are you OK?” Allison asked.
“Yes,” Emily whispered. Allison could feel Emily’s body trembling. She straddled Emily, lifted her hair and began kissing the back of her neck. She put her hand on Emily’s ass and stroked it, reveling in the feel of the stockings covering the cheeks. Allison ran her hand to the crack of Emily’s ass and pushed her hand down between her legs. The rope binding Emily’s legs made it a tight fit. Allison felt Emily’s crotch and felt the moisture that had seeped through. Emily gasped. Allison began stroking Emily’s pussy through the leotard and pantyhose. She laid her body against Emily and, using her left hand, turned Emily’s face to the side, kissing her in a rhythm to match the stroking. The feel of Emily’s bound hands against her abdomen, so close to her own sex, made Allison shiver with delight.
Emily began breathing faster and faster, letting out small cries with each exhalation. Allison sped up the strokes and held her face against Emily’s. She noticed her own stockinged legs rubbing against Emily’s tied legs. She tried to position herself so that Emily’s hands would reach between her legs. When Emily felt this, she instinctively opened her hands to grab at Allison. She found Allison’s crotch and rubbed as best as she could with her hands tied. Allison groaned, pressing her open mouth against Emily’s cheek. Emily felt Allison’s hot breath against her face. She couldn’t hold out much longer.
In a moment, Emily came with an explosion. Her whole body bucked and writhed. Emily had never come like this before. She was tied so tight that she could only strain against the ropes that held her hands and legs together. This heightened the orgasm and she felt herself give over to her body’s spasms. She concentrated on the roped binding her ankles, pushing against the restraint. She couldn’t budge them.
The force of Emily’s spasms sent her hands hard into Allison’s crotch. She gave way to her own intense orgasm. She tightened her grip on Emily’s body, taking in the sensations of the nylons over her toes as they curled up under Emily’s legs. She devoured Emily’s neck in kisses and continued to writhe in pleasure against her friend’s bound body.
After the most intense few moments of their lives, Allison and Emily began to settle down. Emily stopped bucking against the ropes and her breathing became deeper and slower. She still let out small moans of pleasure as she shifted in her bonds. She never felt so alive. Allison was still on top of her and she wished she would stay there forever. Even though the sexual tension had been relieved, she still felt aroused, and the feeling of the ropes was still wonderful to her. And so were the stockings. Allison had turned her on to a new fetish, and she was so glad she did. She loved that Allison loved her dressed like this. She loved the look of desire in Allison’s eyes when she was being tied. The way Allison ran her hands all over her body. The nylons on her legs, and the spandex leotard seemed to electrify Allison’s touch on Emily.
Allison shifted a little and took most of her weight off of Emily, but still held her with both arms and wrapped her right leg over Emily, running her pantyhosed leg up and down over Emily’s tied legs.
“Are you OK, Emily?” Allison asked. Emily’s eyes were closed and she looked like an angel. Allison continued to give her small kisses on her neck and cheek.
“I’ve never felt this good in my life, Allison. No one has ever made me feel like this.”
“Do you want me to untie you?”
“No. No, please. I want to stay like this.” Emily looked up at Allison and thought she had never seen a more beautiful sight. She leaned up and kissed her. Allison returned the kiss deeply and rubbed Emily’s breasts as they made out.
“We can stay like this for a while if you want,” Allison said. “I can stay for another hour.”
“Will you?” asked Emily.
“Of course I will, but I’m not through with you yet.” Allison reached behind her and brought Emily’s ball gag around to show Emily. “I’m going to gag you now, Em. If you need me to stop, just hum a song, OK?” Emily nodded silently and opened her mouth to receive the gag. It was such a beautiful, submissive act. Allison gently pushed the ball past Emily’s perfect teeth and turned her head away from her. She took the ends and threaded the strap through the buckle. She pulled it tight. Emily gave a little cough.
“Is that OK?” Allison asked. Emily nodded. Allison buckled the strap and turned Emily’s face back to her. It was so sexy that Allison almost came again right there. Emily’s jaw was stretched down by the ball gag. Her top teeth showed over the top of the ball, and her beautiful lips gave it a perfect frame. Allison leaned in and kissed Emily’s gagged mouth. Emily moaned in pleasure.
Allison was horny again already and reached her hand down to Emily’s pussy once more. “Let’s see what you have left in the tank, beautiful.”
Part 4
Allison began kissing Emily’s face around the ball gag in her mouth. She kissed her on the nose and the eyes and cheeks. She moved down to Emily’s chin, stretched low from the gag. She used her tongue on Emily’s throat and neck, taking large, sucking kisses.
Emily moaned into her gag and arched her back to offer her neck and chest up to Allison. Allison ran her hands along Emily’s collar bone and buried her face in Emily’s chest. She could feel the spandex of Emily’s leotard pushing back against her as she locked her lips on Emily’s right breast. It was so firm, and so soft. The nipple was erect, pushing against the leotard. Allison grabbed the straps of Emily’s leotard and pulled them down off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Emily gave a soft cry that barely registered in Allison’s brain.
Allison had seen Emily’s naked chest before, in gym class and as they changed into swim suits among other places. She never gave Emily’s breasts much thought beyond slight envy. But it was different now. Allison wanted them. She engulfed Emily’s left breast in her mouth and sucked forcefully, dancing her tongue over the hard, erect nipple. Emily gasped and writhed in her bonds. The sound of her stockings rubbing against the satin comforter drove Allison wild. She grabbed both Emily’s breasts and massaged them, pushing them up and together as she kissed her way down Emily’s midsection.
Allison turned around and moved to Emily’s feet. She had been waiting to do something like this for as long as she could remember. She moved on top of Emily and put her stockinged feet around Emily’s head. Emily thrilled in the feel of the pantyhose against her face and the view looking up Allison’s legs to her crotch.
Allison took Emily’s tied ankles and pulled them up to her face. She ran her face along the tops of Emily’s feet, savoring the nylon covering her feet and toes. She kissed her way from the rope at Emily’s ankles, down over the tops of her feet and began sucking on Emily’s stocking-covered toes. The taste and feel fo the nylon was mesmerizing. And the bondage she had put Emily in heightened the effect. Allison kept one hand wrapped around Emily’s legs and moved her other hand down to her crotch, and began stroking herself. She couldn’t help it. It was an automatic motion. She continued to suck and kiss Emily’s feet as she masturbated lying on top of her friend.
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Emily never knew having her feet kissed this way could feel so good. She wiggled her toes in the stockings and struggled against the rope holding her ankles together. She felt like she was in a cocoon. She loved it, and wished she could touch herself for some relief from the sexual tension. She tried to bring her tied hands around some way to touch herself, to no avail. This just made her hotter. Allison stayed on top of her and lavished attention on her stockings. Emily was drooling through her gag and swimming in the feel of Allison’s warm, silky body on top of her.
Allison came with a sudden and hard orgasm. She tensed her body up and clenched her legs around Emily’s head. Emily turned her gagged mouth to the side to rub her nose and lips into Allison’s pantyhose. Allison bucked on top of Emily making her hornier than ever. She moaned through gag in a plea for Allison’s attention.
After a few moments of intense writhing, Allison relaxed and began again kissing Emily’s legs, going up over the rope tying her ankles and gently caressing Emily’s shins.
“I’m coming, Em,” Allison said. She turned herself around and, sitting on top of Emily’s bound knees, reached between her legs and found the snaps in the crotch of Emily’s leotard. She popped the snaps and pushed the now-moist spandex away. The sight was amazing. Through Emily’s sheer pantyhose, Allison could see her best friend’s pussy, shaved clean, moist and glistening from the sexual excitement. Allison had never seen another woman’s vagina up close like this. It was beautiful to her. She reached out her right hand and stroked Emily through the pantyhose, pushing her thumb up into her pussy.
Emily bucked again and twisted her bound body, trying to get Allison’s hand deeper into her. She was completely lost in her sensations. She closed her eyes tight and turned her body again, the restriction of the ropes tying her sending thrills through her entire body. She had no thoughts in her head but the desperate need for sexual relief.
Allison took her hand away from Emily’s vagina and paused for a second. Emily stopped writhing and waited, her eyes closed. Allison bent forward and plunged her head into Emily’s crotch. She locked her lips onto Emily’s pussy, ecstatic at the feel of the nylon between her lips and Emily’s. She pushed her tongue against the pantyhose, trying to get into Emily. Emily screamed into her gag. Allison knew it was delight and pushed on, sucking hard on Emily’s pussy. It was a tight fit because of how well Allison had tied Emily, but Allison pushed her chin and mouth deep. Emily couldn’t control her movements and tried feverishly to lift her pelvis up to Allison’s lips. Allison reveled in the warmth and moisture between Emily’s legs, mixed with the feel of the nylon and the exquisitely sweet taste. Emily tasted wonderful to her, and she needed more.
Allison grabbed the waistband of the stockings and pulled them down, totally exposing Emily’s pussy. Emily felt the cool air hit her and was shocked by how vulnerable she felt. She started to shiver and tremble. Then Allison’s mouth latched onto her pussy. Allison had never done anything like this before, but she knew what she liked her boyfriends to do. She knew exactly where to touch a girl to send her over the edge. With her lips against Emily’s labia, Allison swirled her tongue around the bottom of Emily’s vagina. She moved upward, pushing her tongue in and out, as if she were making out, brushing her tongue inside Emily’s inner lips. Emily moved her body up and down to match Allison’s rhythm, gasping low, guttural moans through her gag. Allison wrapped her left arm around Emily’s legs and lifted up. Using her right hand, she exposed Emily’s clit fully and ravished it with her tongue. Emily screamed through her gag again, a high, breathy cry that told Allison she was close. Allison sucked Emily’s pussy into her mouth and worked her tongue hard on Emily’s clit.
Emily nearly passed out from the bombardment of sensation. It was like every nerve ending in her body was turned on fully, overloading her brain with signals of pleasure. A tingle went up her spine, down her legs and arms, and throughout her body. It built up as Allison sped up.
Emily burst into an orgasm that she would never have imagined possible. She let her body spasm out of control and groaned loudly into her gag. She took in all the sensations: her tied ankles and legs, her wrists behind her, the pantyhose rubbing against Allison and the satin on her bed. The warmth and weight of Allison holding her. And Allison’s mouth consuming her. She came again, almost as powerfully as the first time. She was beginning to feel faint.
Allison felt Emily’s orgasms take hold of her body. She tightened her grip around Emily’s legs and kept her face planted firmly against Emily’ sex as her friend gave in. Allison never felt so good pleasuring another person. She stroked Emily’s abdomen and grabbed the ropes below Emily’s knees to hold her in place. She reached up and felt for Emily’s naked breast. It felt perfect in her hand.
As Emily began to calm down, Allison let go of the rope and pushed herself up toward Emily’s face. Emily’s hair was matted with sweat and clung to her forehead and cheeks. This only made Emily more beautiful to Allison. Her cheeks were flushed with color as Emily panted to catch her breath, her eyes still closed. Allison rested on her elbow beside Emily and watched as her breasts rose and fell more and more slowly, their prominence more pronounced because Emily’s hands were still tied under her back. Allison was feeling spent herself and felt her body radiating heat. She ran her stockinged toe up and down Emily’s calf as she waited for her friend to come back to her.
Emily opened her eyes and looked up at Allison. Allison’s perfect hair was messed up and Emily could see her own moisture all over Allison’s face. Allison looked back at her and smiled. She reached down and behind Emily’s head, undid the buckle, and took the gag out of Emily’s mouth. Before Emily could say a word, Allison kissed her deeply. No tongue this time, just a deep, passionate kiss that lingered for a few moments. Emily could taste herself in Allison’s kiss, but didn’t mind at all. She just returned the kiss. Allison lifted her lips from Emily and used her nose to nudge Emily’s nose and cheek. Her hair brushed Emily’s face as she lifted her head.
“How are you?” Allison asked. She began to pull the straps of Emily’s leotard back up over her breasts.
“Fine,” Emily said with a beautiful smile. She could think of nothing else to say. She watched as Allison worked with her leotard. Allison allowed her hands to linger on Emily’s breasts and shoulders as she adjusted the straps. She moved down and pulled the pantyhose back up to Emily’s waist. She then took the open ends of the leotard and pulled them over Emily’s crotch, snapping it back into place. Allison ran her hands all over Emily’s crotch, smoothing the silky fabrics and lightly massaging Emily’s torso.
“How are your hands doing?” Allison asked.
“Yeah, they’re fine,” Emily said. She tested the rope and flexed her fingers under her back. Everything felt good. The ropes were still tight. Emily was impressed with the great job Allison had done tying her. Her legs were still bound perfectly. The ropes had not slipped or loosened. She looked back at Allison. “How are you doing?”
“I’m good,” Allison said. “I’m really good. God, Em, I’ve never felt like that before!” Allison smiled, but she was starting to feel a little awkward now. She had just given her best friend, her female best friend, oral sex. After dressing her up in pantyhose and tying her up. She didn’t know what to make of what had happened. And she was afraid of asking Emily what she thought... because she wanted to do it again. “Did you have fun?”
“It was more than fun,” Emily said. “I’ve never... it was more than fun.” Emily smiled. She was a little confused, too. She was still lying next to her friend, wearing stockings and a leotard, tied up. It was easily the best sexual experience she had ever had, but she didn’t know what that meant.
Each girl grew silent. Allison laid herself on her side next to Emily and smiled. “Look, Emily, nothing has to change. Nothing did change. We just had some fun, right?”
“Yeah, no, you’re right,” Emily said, and felt a little relieved. This experience didn’t have to be more than what it was. “I mean, you know I love you, Allison, right?”
“Yeah, of course I do,” Allison replied. “I love you, too, Em... I’m not asking you to prom, though!”
“Bitch!” Emily laughed out loud and felt relieved. Allison was still Allison, and she was still Emily. Allison grabbed her in a mock wrestling move and turned her on her side. She put her arm over Emily and spooned her bound friend as each girl giggled. They let the moment pass and quieted down, each girl reflecting happily on the afternoon’s events. Emily felt a wave of gratitude toward Allison. Allison got the ball rolling in the first place, and had tied her so well. And the sex... Emily tensed up.
“What’s wrong?” Allison asked.
“What you did for me,” Emily turned over to look at Allison. “The, uh, you know. I didn’t do anything for you.”
Allison smiled. “Well, I have to leave soon, so you can get me next time...” She tried to act natural, but she was scared to death Emily would never want to do this again.
Emily seemed to read her thoughts. “OK, I can do that,” she said, and meant it.
Allison smiled wide and leaned in to kiss Emily once more. “Do you want me to untie you now?”
“Not yet,” Emily said. “Can you stay a little longer?” Emily couldn’t explain it, but lying here in Allison’s arms, tied as she was, was almost as good as the sex... almost. She didn’t want it to end.
“Yeah, of course I can, Em.” Allison checked the clock. She had enough time. Emily nodded and closed her eyes again as Allison wrapped her up in an embrace. They lay there on Emily’s bed in silence, sharing their warmth. Allison felt a little sleepy, her head resting on a pillow she shared with Emily.
Suddenly, Emily jerked her head up. “Did you hear that?”
“What?”
Emily listened hard. “I heard something.” Allison cocked her head toward the door. There was the distinct sound of the front door of the house closing shut.
“Who’s that?!” Allison whispered.
The sound of people talking downstairs made its way upstairs. They heard a woman’s voice above the rest as it called, “Emily!”
“Oh shit!” Emily exclaimed. “My mom’s home!”
Part 5
A wave of fear crashed over Allison, taking her breath and momentarily paralyzing her muscles.
“You said they were at the game!” Allison cried to Emily in a harsh whisper.
“They were!” Emily hissed back. She was frantic. She needed to get loose. She began to struggle against the ropes, squirming and twisting against her bonds. She heard her mother calling down to her dad while her mom’s footsteps noisily announced her ascent up the staircase to the second floor. “Untie me, Allison!”
Allison was already behind Emily and struggling with the ropes tying her friend’s wrists together. Her hands were shaking. The cotton rope had knotted so well that Allison was unable to get a fingernail in to undo it. “I can’t get the knot out!”
“Jesus, she’s coming up the steps!” Emily forced herself to think. Cut the rope! “My scissors. In the top right drawer of my desk. Hurry, Allison!”
Allison jumped off the bed and flew across the room to Emily’s desk as Emily sat herself up on the edge of the bed as best she could. She knew her mom was only seconds away from reaching the top of the steps. It was then only a few yards to Emily’s door. The situation was desperate. They were going to get caught... and Emily was enormously turned on. She didn’t want to get caught, but the thrill, the danger of getting caught put her on the verge of another orgasm. She felt herself getting moist again. She tingled down to her toes. She shook her head, fighting her own impulses, trying to get clear.
“Emily? Where are you?” Emily’s mother was coming down the hallway. Her voice was loud and clear. Allison found the scissors, but she knew it was too late. She dashed back across the room and pushed Emily down on the bed, putting her hand on Emily’s mouth to shush her. In what seemed like an instant, Allison rolled Emily to the edge of the bed and pulled the comforter out from under her. She then grabbed the rope binding Emily’s knees and yanked Emily bodily, back to the center of the bed. Emily got her head on the pillow and Allison hurriedly threw the comforter over her. There was a sharp knock on the door.
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“Hide!” Emily shrieked almost inaudibly. Allison, showing off years of gymnastics, practically flew over the bed, away form the door. Emily was mesmerized by Allison’s athletic display, the way her beautiful legs, shining in the black stockings, stretched into a full split as Allison vaulted over her. Allison landed quietly on the other side of the bed. She bent down and slid herself on her stomach under Emily’s bed just as the bedroom door opened from the outside.
Emily’s mom walked into the room. From her vantage point under the bed, Allison saw a set of feet stride in. They paused just inside the doorway. Allison stifled a nervous giggle. She wanted to burst out laughing to relieve the stress.
“Emily?” asked her mom. She stepped further into the room and saw her daughter in bed, eyes closed, the comforter pulled up well past her shoulders. She seemed to be sleeping. “Emily?” she called again, gently.
Emily’s heart was pounding. She could feel it thumping against her sternum. She was sure her mom could see how hard her heart was beating. She probably even heard it. It sounded like a hammer in Emily’s head. Still, she tried her very best to not move a muscle. It helped to be tied tightly, her arms pinned under her body. She tried breathe slowly, regularly, giving the appearance of sleep. When her mother called again, she allowed herself to lightly turn her head and squint her eyes upward.
“Mom?” she asked, trying her best to sound groggy. “What time is it? I thought you were at the game.” She blinked up at her mom, trying to see if there was any suspicion on her face. She couldn’t tell.
“We were, but your brother’s feeling sick. Were you sleeping?”
“Yeah, I was just taking a nap.” Emily searched her brain for a way to get her mom out of the room for just a few minutes, long enough to get untied and change.
“With the lights on?” Emily’s mom looked down at her daughter and noticed her face was flushed red and that her hair looked messed up, and slightly wet. “Are you OK? You look like you’re sweating.”
Emily didn’t have an answer for this, so she punted. “I guess I just got hot sleeping, I don’t know.”
Her mom bent down, reached and felt her daughter’s forehead. It was hot. “Well, your brother’s feeling down, too. Maybe you both caught something at school.”
“Yeah, probably,” Emily said quietly.
Allison couldn’t take much more of this. She had physically placed her hands over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. She knew she should be afraid, but she found herself excited by the entire situation. She imagined Emily’s mom bending down, seeing Allison in nothing but pantyhose and her own daughter’s leotard. She imagined Emily’s mother grabbing her and dragging her up and out of the room, down the stairs, throwing her out of the house, dressed as she was, while her daughter remained upstairs, tied up in bed. The danger made her so hot that Allison took one hand and reached between her legs, stroking herself through the leotard and pantyhose. She saw an old stuffed teddy bear out in front of her and pulled it in, using it as a pillow as she began to silently masturbate. She couldn’t believe what she was doing, but thinking about it made her even hornier. She felt the stockings on her legs as they rubbed into the carpet. She curled her toes, sliding her stockinged feet up and down. The need for silence made Allison’s efforts harder, but hotter at the same time.
Emily’s mom stood back up and looked like she was about to leave, when she noticed something over by Emily’s desk. “Is that Allison’s backpack?” she asked.
Allison stopped stroking at the sound of her name and clenched her hand on her pussy. She glanced sideways and saw Emily’s mother move over to the desk. From that angle, she might be seen, even under the bed. She quickly pulled her legs in and tried to be invisible. She was already close, but this movement sent Allison over the edge. She came hard, but struggled to keep herself as still as possible. She buried her face in the teddy bear and rode out her spasms.
On top of the bed, Emily’s heart skipped. Her mind raced. She said, “Oh, yeah, Allison stopped by earlier so we could do some homework.” Bringing some truth into this coverup made it a little easier. Was that a bump she felt under the bed? “We decided to take a break and – ” Emily’s mind involuntarily flashed images of the top of Allison’s head as Allison pulled Emily’s pantyhose down and put her mouth on her. Emily blinked. “ – and so... then Allison went home because I was feeling tired. We were going to finish up later... when I got up. So she left her bag here, for when she comes back later.” Emily heard herself and wanted to slap herself, but her hands were tied. Her hands were tied! She was horny again. Emily couldn’t believe her inability to focus, her inability to control her arousal.
Emily’s mom seemed to accept this answer. “All right, do you want me to call her?”
Emily did not want this. “No! No, um, that’s OK. I think I’ll just lie here for a little longer.” The image of Allison’s pink top and her running tights flew into Emily’s mind. She didn’t know what Allison did with them, or her shoes. She could only hope Allison stowed them somewhere her mom wouldn’t see them.
“OK, sweetie,” her mom said. She headed for the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” Emily tried to sound casual.
“I’m getting you a glass of water.”
“No, that’s OK. I don’t need any water.” Why wouldn’t she just leave?
“You need something to cool you down,” her mother said. She went into the bathroom and filled a glass with some water from the tap. She walked back into the room, but stopped when she noticed the tips of her daughter’s feet sticking out beyond the comforter. They looked they were covered in black nylon.
“Are you... wearing pantyhose, Emily?” she asked, a quizzical look on her face.
“What?” Emily felt the bed bump again underneath her. Like lightning, she pulled her feet in under the comforter. In all the commotion, she never realized her feet were showing. She was thankful her mother couldn’t see the ropes tying her ankles together. She had to say something quick. “Oh yeah, uh, I was feeling cold before, and so before I went to lie down, I put some pantyhose on, because my legs were cold.” Emily felt herself blushing and involuntarily squirmed against the ropes tying her. “Yeah, I wear pantyhose to bed sometimes when it’s cold. It really helps.”
Emily couldn’t read her mother’s face. She was either grossed out or slightly confused. “Okaaay,” she said and brought the water over to her daughter. “Here, have some water. It’ll help you feel better.”
Emily made an unconscious move to reach for the glass, but her hands were tied and pinned. “Can you just leave it on the table. I really just want to go back to sleep for a while.”
“All right, sweetie,” her mom said. She placed the glass on the table, bent over and kissed her daughter on the forehead. She stopped there for a moment. Emily was terrified that her mother might smell the sex on her. Her mom, though, just brushed the hair off Emily’s face and smoothed the comforter arounder her. “If you don’t feel better soon, let me know, and we’ll call the doctor. OK?”
“OK, mom. But I really just think I need a little more sleep.”
“OK. Good night, sweetheart,” Emily’s mother walked over to the door and turned the light switch off. She gave her daughter one more glance. Emily smiled back, and her mom closed the door. Emily could hear her mother’s footsteps as she went back downstairs. She heard her family talking in what sounded like easy tones. She looked up at the ceiling and breathed deeply.
Allison slid back out from under the bed. She got on her knees and leaned onto Emily’s bed to look at her. It was still bright outside, but the room was darker without the overhead light. Allison slid onto the bed and pulled Emily’s comforter off of her, taking in the sight one more time. Emily was curled up, as if she were in a hogtie. Her ankles were close to her hands. Allison saw the ball gag lying next to Emily. She was tempted to put it back in.
“That was so awesome, Emily!” Allison exclaimed quietly. “I thought we were dead, which just made me hornier. I had orgasms under your bed! Your teddy bear’s gonna be scarred for life.” Allison was giddy.
Emily rolled over and looked up at Allison. “Get me off, Allison” she whispered, pushing her pelvis toward Allison, her tied legs kicking against the mattress to get closer. She couldn’t believe how horny she was, and she needed her friend to touch her one more time. “Please, Ally.”
Allison quickly put her left arm around Emily’s back to hold her. She put her right hand on Emily’s crotch and started stroking vigorously. Emily threw her head back and gasped. Allison started sucking on Emily’s breast through the leotard. Emily came quickly and hard. Allison buried her face under Emily’s chin and continued to kiss her throat as Emily spasmed. Emily felt every part of her body tingle. The tips of her fingers and toes seemed to shoot energy outward.
Emily let her final orgasm run its course and settled down. She was so spent, so tired. Allison held her in her arms and kissed her along the side of her neck, gently nibbling Emily’s earlobe. They laid there for a while as the afternoon wore on. Allison gently ran her fingernails up and down the pantyhose covering Emily’s thigh. Neither girl said a word.
Eventually, Emily looked at the clock. It was four o’clock. She had been tied for almost three hours. But she didn’t want it to end.
“I have to get going,” Allison said. She laid Emily down gently and stroked her face for a moment, looking long and deep into Emily’s eyes. Then she got up and went back to Emily’s desk, retrieving the scissors. Coming back to the bed, Allison helped Emily sit up and cut the ropes binding her wrists. Emily somehow felt naked without the ropes. Allison then knelt in front of Emily and cut the ropes above and below her knees, and at her ankles. Allison ran both hands up Emily’s stockinged legs, over the knees and to Emily’s waist, then back down again. She repeated this for a moment, and Emily gladly let her, knowing how much Allison loved the feel of the stockings.
Allison finally stood up and went to Emily’s closet, where she retrieved her top, tights and shoes. “Can I use your bathroom?” she asked.
“Yeah, of course,” Emily replied. Allison went in and Emily heard water running. A few minutes later Allison emerged fully dressed, holding Emily’s white leotard in her hands.
Emily remained seated on the bed, her hands at her sides, as Allison came around to face her.
“So, I guess I’ll be going home,” she said. She put Emily’s leotard on the bed next to her and went to the desk to gather her stuff.
“We’re OK, right, Ally?” Emily suddenly felt worried. She hadn’t had time to process everything that had happened. She’d had the best few hours of her life, but she didn’t want it to be at the cost of losing her best friend. And that’s what Allison still was to her. “Things aren’t going to be weird now, are they?”
Allison came back over to the bed carrying her school bag. She reached into the bag and handed Emily a package. It was a pair of Wolford sheer black pantyhose. They were very expensive. Emily looked up at Allison, who was smiling.
“Things could never be weird with you, Em,” Allison said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. “Just make sure you wear those to school on Monday.” Allison grinned wide and opened the window. She had used this exit many times before, for more innocent purposes. “Bye!”
“Bye, Ally!” Emily called after her. As Allison disappeared out the window, Emily felt the cool rush of air as it hit her stockinged legs. She loved the feeling. She put the Wolford stockings in the side table drawer and, keeping the pantyhose and leotard on, climbed back into bed. Monday was going to be fun. Emily buried her head in her pillow and let out a giddy scream.
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