Not working from home (F/f)

[Sian91]

I’m supposed to be working from home, but I’m really dreaming of what Julie and will get up to this weekend.



Julie's heels clicked against the polished wooden floorboards as she stepped into the quiet house, her briefcase swinging at her side. She flicked on the lights, revealing a space untouched since she'd left for work that morning. The curtains were drawn, the couch cushions slightly indented, hinting at Sian's earlier presence. The scent of Sian's favorite perfume merged with a muskier scent. There was a soft groan from deeper in the house.

She stepped into the sitting room, and she gave a cheeky smile. There was her wife Sian, bound to the chair with rope, wearing nothing but a pair of black knickers—exactly how she'd left her that morning as a playful surprise before heading out. Sian had agreed to stay tied up until Julie returned home, a thrilling addition to the tie up games at the centre of their relationship since they’d first met. The sight of her sent a jolt of excitement through Julie, as she looked at her red faced struggling lover and soul mate: her blonde sweat soaked and matted to her face; her boobs shaking from side to side as she struggled; her toes curling and feet wiggling agains the carpet; the red marks where the rooe had dug into her ankles, knees, chest and arms.

Sian’s eyes showed the hint of a smile followed by a theatrical glare as Julie kicked her heels off and approached her. A faint buzzing could be heard as she knelt besides the chair. “Did you miss me?”She asked as her finger tip ran from Sian’s knee, up the inside of her thigh. Sian gave a shiver as Julie’s hand paused on the hard unnatural lump in her knickers, gently buzzing. “Good batteries in this i must say.”

Sian moaned through her gag expecting relief after more than eight ours teased, tirmented, aroused but kept in edge, but Julie had not finished her cruel game yet. Instead of tiuching her between her legs and giving her the relief she needed her hand went to Sian’s bare feet, tickling her under the sole and making the younger woman thrash and scream. “Come on. You’ve lasted since 8 this morning. You can last a few more minutes surely.

Julie stepped out if the sitting room to the kitchen, where she poured herself a large glass of chilled Chablais.

Her mind was racing with excitement as she took a sip, her eyes never leaving Sian’s bound form. The buzzing of the vibrator between Sian’s legs seemed to grew louder, a reminder of the anticipation that had been building all day. She set the glass down with a gentle clink and returned to her wife, the coolness of the evening air caressing her bare skin as she knelt beside her again. Sian’s eyes widened with hope and a touch of desperation, her breaths coming in short, erratic gasps around the gag.

Julie leaned in, her breath hot against Sian’s ear. “You’ve been such a good girl, haven’t you?” she whispered. Her hand traced the ropes that circled Sian’s chest, her fingers grazing the hardened tips of Sian’s nipples. Sian’s eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned, the vibrator’s hum echoing through the room. The anticipation was a delicious torment, a symphony of sensation that only grew as Julie’s fingers danced closer to the prize.

Julie’s touch was feather-light as she finally made contact, teasing Sian’s sensitive peaks with the precision of a maestro playing an instrument. Sian’s body arched, straining against the ropes, her muffled cries growing louder. The knot between her legs grew stickier with each flick of Julie’s thumb, the fabric of her knickers dampening. The vibrations grew more insistent, a pulsing rhythm that matched the racing of Sian’s heart.

With a wicked smile, Julie leaned in, her tongue tracing the path her hand had made moments before. She flicked Sian’s right nipple, the contact sending a shockwave through the bound woman’s body. Sian’s eyes widened and she bit down hard on the gag, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red as the orgasm crashed over her. The vibrator, a silent accomplice in their game, continued its relentless dance, pushing Sian’s body to new heights of pleasure even as her muscles began to quiver from the intensity of her release. Her breastsa shook, her stomacchntightened, her toes dug into the carpet , her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. And she screamed into the gag.

Julie’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she finally reached behind Sian’s head and unbuckled the gag. Sian’s mouth fell open with a gasp, spitting the sodden ball of Julie’s tights from yesterday, panting heavily as she drew in great lungfuls of air. “Jesus, Julie, I thought I was going to die!” she exclaimed, her voice hoarse from the hours of silent endurance. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the air electric with the energy of their shared desire.

Julie chuckled, her own breath ragged from the excitement of watching Sian’s agonizing wait come to fruition. She leaned in, capturing Sian’s mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues wrestling, her hand still playing with the vibrator buried in her wife’s knickers. Sian’s tongue danced with hers, tasting of mint and the lingering sweetness of their morning kiss. Their teeth clicked together, a reminder of the delicious frustration that had been simmering between them all day.

“I felt almost as frustrated as you, thinking about you all tied up here all day.”

Julie’s words were hot and sultry in Sian’s ear as she finally released the last knot, freeing her wife from the chair. Sian’s legs were wobbly and her body was a canvas of red marks, a testament to the hours of bondage she had endured. But she was smiling, a mix of relief and excitement playing across her flushed features.

“Fuck Julie. You dont know the meaning of the word “Frustration” you evil little……..” shevwas silenced as Julie embraced her, the roughness of her blouse againstbthe naked, erect and sensitive nipples.

[JulieG]

For anyone interested, the naughty girl who should have been working from home today, is now tied to the bed naked, screaming into her gag as I tickle torture her feet.

[Bandit666]

Oh tell us more. I hope that’s just the start of the naughty girls night of torment and sexual torture

[superduperwaveydavey]

Love this. Thanks for sharing. I tend to day dream like this when working from home too!

[AmyRush]

That’s a wonderful story!!!

[Janbound]

Many of my fantasies involve being kept tied up for hours on end.

[bondagefreak]

@Sian91 Please fix the gender-tag ASAP. "f" stands for underage female.
This is unacceptable and needs to be labelled properly.