The Guest (FF/F)

[Theo73]

Chapter 1

A slow, steady stream of drool descended from the young woman’s lower lip. It fell unto her tank top and the jute rope that bound her chest, creating a wet spot that grew steadily larger as the evening went on. Her tight shirt and rope harness accentuated her ample breasts, her nipples creating a pair of tiny hills through the white ribbed cotton. Large enough for the soft light to cast shadows off them. She groaned uncomfortably as she slurped back more saliva. It was an exercise in futility, eventually it would find its way out of her mouth and unto her chest. Her head was enclosed by a spandex hood with holes sewn in it from which only eyes and lips could be seen. Over the mask, the woman’s head was intersected by a harness comprised of worn brown straps fastened to each other by silver rivets and tightly buckled at the back of her head. The straps ensured her mouth stayed closed around a faded red ball, from which more saliva bubbled. The final touch was a wide collar with D rings poking out, buckled and locked around her neck. One ring had a rope tied to it and fixed to a rung at the back of the chair, keeping her neck straight and back. The collar covered the spandex neck of the mask, creating a seamless implement intended on humiliating, silencing and hiding whoever wore it. The only distinguishing feature were her light green eyes, looking out past the mask and the straps with an expression of worry tinged with fear. Her ankles were lashed to either side of the chair, keeping her legs apart, intently showing a pair of simple light blue briefs and the pubic mound underneath. She moaned softly at her own predicament as the chair creaked under her.

The chair she was bound to was in the center of a living room, in a condo with an open concept. She could see most of its amenities from where she sat, her field of view encompassed the living room, dining room and kitchen. She was mostly silent, except the suction sounds her lips made around the ball and the occasionally awkward moan. She was warned not to be troublesome, so she sat, quietly drooling all over herself. The dinner table at the far end had been set for two, with candles, plates, wineglasses and silverware. The smell of fine cuisine filled the air and the captive felt her stomach grumble. The food was not for her it seemed and she would have to make due with the ballgag. She wasn’t forgotten however, as a separate spread was set up directly next to her. What was once a coffee table became a buffet of bondage implements. On it she could see various items of restraint, submission and pleasure; ropes, tape, belts, gags, vibrators and dildos. That was to her left, on her right was another display organized on a floor shelf. It had standing white foam heads wearing various muzzles and leather hoods, looking out with blank eyes and expressionless faces.

The centerpiece of the room was the girl, half-naked, hooded, collared and gagged, unable to speak and unable to move, drooling on herself as she waited for what came next.

[Bandit666]

Very interesting start hope chapter two arrives sooner rather than later.

[tickletied84]

Great start. The guest is certainly being entertained. Great description of the bondage, and love the torment of food being smelt whilst gagged!

[Theo73]

Very interesting start hope chapter two arrives sooner rather than later.

Ask and you shall receive!

[Theo73]

Chapter 2

It wasn’t long after when she heard footsteps from behind her. The collar made it difficult to turn her head but she attempted anyway, as she did, she felt the weight of a hand on the back of the chair. She looked up to her right and saw her partner standing behind her, looking down and smiling proudly. She was tall and slender, with dark hair in a short bob, high cheekbones, olive skin and eyes that were a telltale sign of her eurasian descent. She continued past and did an elegant turn in front of her, showing off what she had on this evening. It was a little black dress with thin straps, a deep v neck line and a daring slit. The dress matched a pair of dark earrings and a choker. She was well put together with a simple, elegant look and stood in sharp contrast to the woman bound in the chair, literally drooling on herself.

“Well…how do I look?” the woman asked after her little turn, putting her hands on her hips. The other woman looked at her and attempted to speak, with a combination of unintelligible moans and slurping noises. Her lips could barely move around the ballgag, and she groaned uncomfortably as more drool fell out of her mouth. “Here, let me get that for you.” the woman turned and took a piece of cloth off the table, then dabbed the captive’s mouth and wiped her chest, soaking up the spittle. The captive looked at her longingly, like a puppy dog, she didn’t attempt to speak, lest more drool fall from her lips. “We can’t have you making a mess of yourself, our guest will be arriving soon.” The woman in the chair pulled her face back as if she had being hit. She began struggling in her ropes and shaking her head. She was no longer silent and began trying to speak through the ball in her mouth. The woman stepped back, looking down disapprovingly at her captive. “You don’t really have a choice in the matter, do you?” The captive quieted, staring back blankly. “It’s the other woman I’ve been seeing, I’ve mentioned her before, you remember Llana?” The captive’s eyes widened with recognition. “I was hoping the three of us could have dinner and see where things go. But you had to go and keep secrets from me. Now instead, you’re going to be our captive for the evening, to use and abuse.” The bound woman groaned pathetically, squirming in her ropes and desperately trying to explain herself. The woman, still holding the cloth, walked behind the girl in the chair. “In the meantime, I’ll let you think on your decisions.” The bound woman then felt the fabric being pulled over her lower face, covering everything below her nose. The cloth was stretched tightly, conforming to the buckles on her face, her lips and the ball in her mouth. Then she felt her partner’s delicate hands knot the gag tightly behind her head as she protested. “This should help with the drooling and the noise. I’ve got to go and get dinner ready.”

[DioA]

Very hot, great descriptive work.

[Sean2291]

Waoh, this really is a piece of Art. So nice to read, so much time for the hot Details. That really is an awesome way to write a Story, i am really looking forward to the Rest of the Story and will read your Other Stories:)

[Theo73]

Chapter 3

The captive was ignored for the next half hour or so, as dinner was being set out for their guest’s arrival. She sat quietly, coming to terms with her objectification. Her predicament seemed to make more sense now; the featureless hood, the humiliating gag, the rigid collar. Even her panties, with their little satin bow on the front, gave the impression that she was a present to be given away. A thing to be enjoyed, without agency or personhood.

She had been a submissive before, and was accustomed to being bound and gagged, but this situation was different. There was no safeword, no signal she could give that would immediately set her free. She grew frustrated with her restricted functions, wanting to move and speak and touch. The girl jerked against bonds, shook her head and grunted through her gag. Her captor finished setting the table when she saw the girl struggling in her seat. She stopped, watching her intently for a moment.

Thinking of all the things she wanted to do.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, reshifting focus of the two women as the two exchanged a knowing look. The captive was powerless to intervene as the dark haired woman straightened her dress, walked to the foyer and opened the door. The captive heard a pair of excited voices greet each other, then exchange pleasantries and kisses. They chatted out of sight before she heard her captor say the words that made her heart sink into her stomach. “I have something to show you, a gift.”

“Oooooh, how exciting!” The stranger’s voice said cheerfully.

“Close your eyes and take my hand.” Then her captor reappeared, leading another young woman by the hand into the living room. The two stopped a few feet away from the girl in the chair. The woman was in her mid 20s, with wavy brown hair hanging past her shoulders. She wore wide legged dark pants, heels and a simple gray top, covering colorful tattoos on her chest and shoulders. The dark haired woman stood behind, holding her affectionately with head against her neck. “Ok, you can open them now.” The brunette opened her eyes and covered her mouth in surprise at what she saw.

“Oh my God!” she said with eyes full of glee. “Cleo?! What the fuck?!”

The dark haired woman named Cleo, walked out from behind her and stood between the two women, making an introductory gesture. “Llana I’d like you meet Ava.” Llana was shocked, and it was clear that she wasn’t expecting this. If she had, she was putting up quite a convincing performance.

“Ava, Ava?!”

“Yes, Ava Brandt, my long-term partner of five lovely years.” Ava squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and made muffled noises through her gag. This isn’t how she imagined meeting anyone, let alone a third person in their polyamorous relationship. She felt her body flush with embarrassment under the Llana’s wanton gaze. Ava had recognized that look before in others; the spotlight of sexual desire. It made Ava more aware of her submission, the power dynamic at play and the growing wetness in her panties.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Cleo has told me so much about you.” Llana said before she extended her hand for a shake. Ava looked at it, jerked against her ropes and groaned into her ballgag. The woman retracted it, pretending like she didn’t mean to do it. “...Sorry.” Llana said, feigning embarrassment. The two women watched as Ava squirmed, clearly uncomfortable with this level of vulnerability. Her captors, on the other hand, adored every second of watching her struggle to move and speak.

A silence steadily grew, as everyone came to terms with the implications. Llana wasn’t phased by it, and seemed more concerned with what to say to someone with a ballgag in their mouth. “For what its worth, you look really good tied up...your panties are cute.” Ava responded with angry, incoherent gag talk.

“Uuhhh...uuphhgg!”

“Ava has been misbehaving, some discipline was needed. Unfortunately, she won’t be joining us for dinner tonight.” Cleo said putting her hand on the back of the chair, looking down at Ava like a teacher. Ava looked up and squirmed in her bondage pathetically. “She will however, be joining us for dessert.”

“What’s for dessert?”

“She is.”

[Bandit666]

Very nice continuation indeed seems such a shame so few have also commented thus far

[Theo73]

Very nice continuation indeed seems such a shame so few have also commented thus far

I'm trying not to let the comment-to-view ratio bother me too much. I'm really enjoying the writing process so far, we'll see if that changes in the future. Thanks everyone.

For those who may not know, Ava is a character from another (finished) story of mine called "The Binding of Kate and Dan", where Ava ties up a pair of friends in their apartment against their will and sexiness ensues. You can go ahead and read it here: viewtopic.php?t=16015

[tickletied84]

Excellent continuation.

Poor girl has to wait until dessert until she's played with?

Love the teasing aspect of this too - keep up the good work!

[Theo73]

Chapter 4

Llana deftly lifted the chopsticks to her mouth, eating the steamed greens in a single, satisfying bite. Cleo had prepared an assortment of food that evening; leafy greens, rice, yellow curry, papaya salad, lightly pickled veggies and tom yum soup. It was a colorful, beautifully arranged meal and Llana savored it every bite of it. She had another drink of wine and looked at Cleo, taken aback by not only her beauty, but her cooking skills as well. The two women smiled at each other from across the table with teasing eyes. With the meal almost done, they felt the anticipation of that evening's activities but Llana needed to know more.

“Everything is so delicious, thank you.” Llana said, preparing to take another bite, this time from a small bowl of sweet, sticky rice.

“You’re very welcome.” Cleo said smiling, enjoying her own plate of food.

“I’m wondering if I should broach the subject.”

“Of what, exactly?” Cleo asked plainly, without sarcasm.

“You know, the tied up elephant in the room.”

“Like I said, she’s a captive, she’s going to be our plaything.”

“Yea, I got that part but...why?”

Cleo looked past Llana into the living room, thoughtfully regarding Ava for a moment as the two enjoyed their meal. The bound girl hadn’t been moved and wasn’t putting up much of a fuss since putting on her new accessories. It was Llana who had the idea of a more private, intimate dinner. So Cleo obliged, adding a blindfold and noise canceling headphones to Ava’s bondage. This made the bound girl to fade into the background as the two enjoyed their meal undisturbed.

“We have an understanding that we don’t keep secrets. When I found out she was keeping some from me, I took matters into my own hands.”

“By tying her half-naked to a chair?”

“The lack of clothing wasn’t intentional, she had just finished showering. The mask was to keep her hair out of the way and the ballgag is more for humiliation. She’s usually the one doing the tying, definitely more of a dominant. She’s mostly upset because I won’t hear her out.”

“She already tried to come clean?”

“I suspect she wants to confess or tell her side of it at least. It’s too late though, I won’t hear it until the evening’s over. Which is why she’s gagged.”

Llana turned in her chair to look at Ava. Hidden away behind her bondage, the girl couldn’t see, hear, talk or move. She moaned pitifully into the void, probing for a reprieve from her solitary confinement. Llana couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for her.

“I’m not sure. I feel like you guys have your own thing going on. I feel like an afterthought.” Llana said taking another drink of wine and looking out a window and into the city below. Cleo leaned forward and took her hand in her own reassuringly.

“Tonight’s about us. Whatever we want to do. Whatever you want to do. The point isn’t that she’s here with us or why, the point is that we're in control.” Llana smiled back, listening to her continue. “It’s up to you. We can loop her in on all our fun or we can forget about her; tie her to the radiator so she can watch us have passionate sex all night.” It was an intriguing thought; Ava frogtied on the floor with a gag in her mouth, watching the two women make love. It was fantasy she didn’t know she wanted. “And I’ll be here to make sure everyone behaves themselves. Just keep in mind that whatever you do to her, she may do to you in the future...eventually. Equality is the basis of any healthy relationship.”

“You mean be her sex slave? That doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

“Be careful what you wish for. She looks harmless now, but everyone does when they have a ballgag in their mouth.”

The conversation steered to after dinner activities. Ava couldn’t speak for herself so Llana asked questions about Ava’s sexual proclivities; her tastes, fantasies and more. They chatted about their plans as the captive sat, blindly looking about the room. Ava became an open book to Llana. Emotionally not just physically, stripped down for her to see. As the conversation wound down, Cleo had a thought.

“I have an idea, why don’t you leave me to clean up while you go and personally introduce yourself to Ava?” Cleo said as she got up and prepared to gather their plates.

“It would be even better if I knew you weren’t eavesdropping.” Llana said with teasing voice.

“You’re absolutely right.” Cleo said mischievously as she set down the dishes and took her hand, then walked over to Ava. Llana stopped in front of the bound girl as Cleo walked behind the chair, lifted the headphones from Ava’s head, and put they on herself. She gave Llana a passionate kiss before she walked back into the kitchen and began putting things away. Llana watched Ava squirm for a moment before she grabbed a matching wooden chair and sat in it just in front of her. Close enough for them to touch.

“Hello Ava, Cleo thought it would be a good idea for us to have some one on one time. So it’s just going to be the two us for a little bit...I hope you don’t mind.” Ava squirmed in her chair, making the ropes and wood creak, struggling to form words around the ballgag in her mouth.

“Uhhpphhgggg uhhgg upphg mpphhgg!”

“Yea, I thought you’d say that.”