When kids away the mums wil …….(F/F)

[Janbound]

The recycling truck groaned outside, its hydraulics hissing as it compacted last week's Amazon boxes. I absently scratched an itch on my thigh through the tear in my black tights, watching coffee swirl in the chipped "World's Okayest Mom" mug my kids had given me last Christmas.

"Okay, Jan spill," Skye said, bouncing onto the couch so hard the springs squeaked. "You texted 'emergency' at 2 AM and now you're wearing yesterday's eyeliner with ladders in yout tights.” Her freckled nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air. "And is that tequila on your breath?"

I curled my toes inside my boots, suddenly conscious of the sticky patch where vodka tonic had sloshed onto the leather. Skye's eyes tracked the movement, then darted to the dining table—where my ex-husband's custody papers lay next to an empty bottle of Patrón.

Her expression softened as she hooked a finger under the strap of my tank top. "Jesus, hon. Did Mark finally file?" Her touch sent a shiver down my spine and when she leaned closer a was wafted away, her scent smelling like vanilla body oil and last night's clove cigarettes from the hookah bar where she bartended.

I tried to shrug but ended up slumping against her instead, my forehead pressing into her collarbone. "They want weekends," I mumbled into her skin. The words tasted like the tequila I'd used to wash them down earlier. Skye's fingers tightened on my shoulder—then abruptly dug into my ribs.

I shrieked, jerking away so fast my elbow knocked over the mug. Cold coffee spread across the coffee table like a Rorschach test of my bad decisions. "What the hell, Skye!" But she was already straddling my thighs, her calloused bartender's hands pinning my wrists to the couch cushions.

"You were gonna start crying again," she said, thumbs tracing circles on my pulse points. The morning light caught the silver ring through her septum as she grinned. "And we both know what happens when Jan Rowland cries." Her knee nudged my thighs apart just enough to make my breath hitch.

Ten minutes later

‘Just thin of this as stress therapy.” Skye chirped as the nylon rope burned deliciously when she looped it around my wrists—not tight enough to cut circulation, but firm enough that I could feel every fiber when I tested it. "Skye, don't you fucking dare—" The ball gag cut off my protest, the leather straps biting into my cheeks as she buckled it snug behind my head. I was wearing just a skimpy black cotton knickers, whilst Skye, also having stripped, had retained her black bra as well.

Her laughter was a warm puff against my toes as she knelt by my bound feet. "Relax, suburban mom. You need this." Her fingernails—short, chipped from opening beer bottles—skated up my arch, and my whole body convulsed against the ropes. The drool soaking the towel wasn't just from the gag; it was the way my breath came in wet, panting bursts when she blew on the damp skin between my toes as she bound my wrists to my ankles, taking a further length of rope and looping it from my wrists, through my kegs and round my waist.

The crotch rope pulled taut as I arched, nylon digging into my swollen folds with every desperate twist. Skye made a pleased noise in her throat when she saw how the thin black cotton clung to me. "Ohhh, Jan." She dragged the tip of her tongue along my instep slowly, like she was savoring ice cream, and I kicked wildly—only for the hogtie to yank my wrists back, forcing my hips up into nothing but air and aching friction.

My muffled scream made her chuckle around my big toe now wedged between her teeth. She sucked hard enough to leave a bruise while her free hand spider-walked up my calf, pausing to pinch the tender skin behind my knee. "Shhh, shhh," she murmured against my foot, mouth wet and wicked. "You're safe here." Her fingernail found that sensitive dip below my anklebone—the spot Mark never remembered—and I bucked so hard the sofa legs screeched on hardwood.

Her free hand wanfered to the pile of discarded clothes, hers and mine, scattered on the floor. She picked up my discarded black tights. Carefully she wrapped them over my eyes, tying them behind my head, holding my blonde hair out of the way as she kissed my right ear. The fridge buzzed in the kitchen, a car passed by, in the distance a siren wailed, and the sofa creaked as Skye changed her position.

With her mouth still on my earlobe she murmured, "Now you can't see me coming, but you'll feel my breath on your toes. You'll hear me licking my lips."

Skye straddled my ankles, pinning them to the couch cushions, and proceeded to run her hands up the soles of my feet, tracing circles with her thumbs. Her fingers danced lightly up to my toes, then down to my arches—each feather-light touch sending electric jolts up my spine. The nylon rope dug into my sensitive flesh as I jerked against my bonds, the crotch rope tightening deliciously against my soaked panties with every desperate twist.

She sucked my big toe into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip before releasing it with a soft *pop*. “Mmm… salty,” she murmured, her breath hot against the damp skin. Her free hand drifted lower, fingertips ghosting over the inside of my thigh, teasing closer to where the rope pressed insistently against my clit. My hips arched involuntarily, a muffled whimper escaping the gag as my body betrayed me—begging for more even as I writhed in ticklish agony.

Skye chuckled, tracing the delicate bones of my foot with her teeth before whispering, “You’re so fucking pretty like this.” The rope between my wrists and ankles pulled tighter as I twisted, the nylon biting into my skin with every frantic movement. She dragged a single fingernail down the sole of my foot in one slow, excruciating line, and I convulsed, the sofa creaking under us as my chest bowed almost off the cushions. Drool slicked my chin, the ball gag forcing my mouth open in a silent scream.

“All helpless like that. Bound hand and foot. Gagged. I can do amything i want to you and you cant stop me.” She poked her tongue between the big and second toe of my left foot and wiggled it. I screamed.

Her chuckle was low and rough as she tightened the knots securing my ankles to my wrists, the nylon rope burning sweetly against my skin with every pull. The crotch rope dug deeper with each adjustment, pressing the soaked fabric of my panties firmly against my swollen clit—a relentless tease that left me squirming not just from ticklish torment, but need. Skye leaned in, her breath hot on the arch of my foot as she murmured, "You keep wriggling like that, and this rope's gonna rub you raw." Her teeth grazed my instep, and I jerked violently, only for the tension between my wrists and ankles to yank me back into suffocating restraint. “Or i have to tie you tighter.”

Her fingers danced up my calf, tracing the trembling muscles before suddenly pinching the back of my knee—that sensitive spot that always made me kick. My scream was muffled by the gag, my hips lifting off the couch as the crotch rope rode up, the friction almost cruel in its precision. Skye's tongue darted out to lick a stripe along my sole, slow and deliberate, her other hand sliding under the rope at my waist to tease the soaked fabric beneath. "God, you're *dripping*," she breathed, her voice thick with amusement. The rope between my wrists and ankles creaked as I thrashed, my toes curling desperately—but there was nowhere to go, no escape from her merciless attention.

The tights blindfold darkened as she shifted, her weight settling over my thighs, her bare skin pressing hot against mine. I felt her exhale, warm and teasing, against my arch before her teeth sank gently into the ball of my foot. The sharp pleasure-pain made my back arch, the rope singing against my clit with every movement. Skye hummed around my flesh, the vibration ricocheting up my leg like live wire. "Mmm… still trying to get away?" Her fingers crept higher, ghosting over the hem of my panties where the rope disappeared between my legs. "You know that just makes me want to *ruin* you more."

Her pinkie hooked into the damp fabric, dragging it aside just enough for the nylon to kiss bare skin, and my entire body jerked like I'd been electrocuted. The ropes held firm, forcing me to take it—the cruel friction, the ticklish torment, the way her tongue now flicked between my toes with obscene precision. I groaned into the gag, drool pooling beneath my chin as Skye chuckled darkly. "That's it," she murmured against my heel. "Just let it happen." Her thumb found the dip beneath my anklebone again, circling slowly, and my stomach clenched with anticipation—knowing what came next, knowing I'd scream, knowing I'd *beg* if I could.

The first feather-light scrape of her nail sent me bucking wildly, the rope between my thighs tightening to the point of pain-pleasure. Skye's fingers danced up my sole in a staccato rhythm, pausing to pinch my arch before spidering down to torment the sensitive pads of my toes. Every nerve felt raw, exposed, like she'd peeled back my skin to stroke the trembling flesh beneath. My hips lifted involuntarily, seeking pressure where the rope dug in, and Skye rewarded me with a sharp nip to my pinky toe. "Uh-uh," she tsked, breath hot against my damp foot. "No cheating." Her free hand slid under my hips, lifting me just enough to loosen the crotch rope—then dropped me abruptly, the sudden friction wringing a choked sob from my throat.

I arched off the cushions, muscles straining against the nylon, but Skye pinned my knees with her shoulders. The blindfold amplified every sensation—her tongue tracing patterns between my toes, the calloused pad of her thumb circling the delicate bones of my ankle. I couldn't see the wicked glint in her eyes, but I tasted it in the way her teeth grazed my instep before sucking hard enough to leave marks. The rope burned where it rubbed against my clit, each frantic twist only tightening the delicious torment. Skye chuckled darkly when my muffled whimpers hitched higher—she knew exactly how close I was, how the ticklish agony coiled tighter and tighter with every touch.

My toes curled involuntarily as she blew across the damp skin between them, her breath cool against the heat she’d built there. Then—cruelty of cruelties—she dragged the tip of her pinkie nail down my sole in one excruciatingly slow line. I convulsed, the sofa creaking beneath us, my scream lost to the ball gag. My thighs trembled, slick with sweat where they pressed against her bare hips. Every nerve screamed for mercy, but my hips rocked shamelessly against the rope, betrayal written in the wet patch spreading through my panties.

Skye’s laugh vibrated against my arch as she switched tactics—her tongue laving broad, wet strokes from heel to toes while her fingers spidered up my calf. I kicked wildly, but the hogtie yanked my wrists back ruthlessly, forcing my chest to bow off the cushions. The crotch rope ground into me with each desperate twist, the friction toeing the line between pleasure and pain. “Look at you,” she murmured against my ankle, her teeth grazing the bone. “So fucking desperate.” Her thumb found that spot just below my toes—the one that made me see stars—and pressed. Hard.

My scream was silent, muffled by leather and my own spit, but my body screamed louder—hips jerking, thighs trembling, the rope biting into my skin as I fought against the sensation and leaned into it all at once. The blindfold made every touch brighter, sharper, the anticipation unbearable as Skye’s breath ghosted over my instep before her teeth sank in. The sharp sting ricocheted up my spine, colliding with the relentless pressure between my legs until I couldn’t tell where the torment ended and the pleasure began.

Then it happened. A rouge hand found my left nipple and squeezed. A warm to gue wiggled between my ties. A fingertip,traced my instep. My kegs tried to straighten, jerked my wrists and drove the rooe,into my crack. Imscreamed, bucked, ghrew my head back and blacked out in total,extacy.

[Caesar73]

Very sensual, erotic! Well done!

[LunaDog]

Well up the your normal superb standard Jan, but have you posted this twice, by mistake?

[hunt407]

Wow..... That was so hot I think I need to go lay down to recover. Amazingly good.