Golf Widows’ Weekend (F/F)

[Janbound]

My apologies if I. upset people with my earlier story. Here’s a new one.


Jan had always loved the sound of rain pattering against her windows. It was a gentle melody that lulled her into a sense of tranquility, reminding her of her youth spent in the countryside, surrounded by nature's whispers. She sipped her morning coffee, watching droplets of water meander down the glass, distorting the view of her perfectly manicured garden. It was a welcome break from the usual weekend chaos of her husband's golf tournaments now he had gone on tour for a long weekend, leaving her home alone. Her meditation was interrupted by a text from her friend, neighbour and fellow golf widow Julie. “Hey, as the boys are away how about lunch?”

Jan jumped in the shower, discarding her grey sweat top and joggers for a smart blouse and tan tights, still shoeless just in time for the ring of her front door bell.

Julie's laugh echoed through the house as she stepped inside, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to Jan's golden locks. Her yoga pants and t shirt contrast to Jan’s smarter wear. Jan felt a warmth spread through her at the sight of her friend, a rare spark in the monotony of her days. "It's like a storm out there!" Julie exclaimed, shaking off her raincoat and removing her boots. "But perfect weather for a cozy lunch indoors, don't you think?"

They moved into the living room, where Jan had laid out an elaborate spread of cheeses, crackers, and an assortment of fruits. The smell of wine filled the air, a rich bouquet that promised an escape from the dreary afternoon. Jan poured two generous glasses, handing one to Julie with a smile. They clinked their glasses together in a toast to an impromptu afternoon of fun.

They gossiped and talked about local scandals indulging in good food and wine. As Jan padded off to get the second bottle, Julie's eyes twinkled mischievously. As she took a sip of the fresh Merlot she began. "You know, I've been feeling a bit... adventurous lately," setting her glass down. "What do you think about playing a little game?"

Jan, feeling the warm buzz of the wine, raised a curious eyebrow. "What kind of game?" she asked.

Julie leaned in closer, her grin widening. "You know, something a little... daring. I read about it in a magazine. It's called 'Bondage for Beginners'. It's supposed to be all fun and games," she winked, her tone playful yet suggestive.

Intrigued and slightly tipsy, Jan's curiosity piqued. "Alright," she said with a nervous laugh, setting down her glass. "What do we need?"

Julie's eyes gleamed as she jumped up and grabbed her bag from the hallway, returning she spilled its contents onto the rug before the coffee table. Out came ropes, handcuffs, leather ankle cuffs, a ball gag, and a blindfold, along with a few leather straps and tape. Jan's heart raced as she took in the array of items. She had never been one for kink, but the thrill of the forbidden tugged at her. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she reached out to touch one of the silky ropes. "Wow, you came prepared," Jan murmured, a mix of excitement and apprehension in her voice.

“Bob got it for a birthday present after the kids went to university, but he never really got into it when the novelty wore off.”

Jan felt a strange thrill at the sight of the bondage gear, feeling both naughty and adventurous. She took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the wine bolster her courage. "Okay, let's do it," she said, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked.

Julie clapped her hands together. "Perfect! You're going to love it, I promise. Just remember, it's all in good fun." She began explaining the rules of the game, which was basically consent, mutual fun and safe words, as Jan listened sipping her wine to steady her nerves. The room seemed to grow hotter that the fire would account for as they discussed the different scenarios they could try.

With a giggle that was half nerves, half excitement, Jan agreed to be the one to start. She lay face down on the soft, plush rug in front of the fire, her heart racing as she felt the coolness of the leather ankle cuffs through her sheer tights fastening around her legs, holding them together. The chill of the handcuffs sent a shiver up her arms to her heart and she felt her nipples harden. The ropes that followed were surprisingly soft and gentle against the her knees and elbows as they were tightly yet carefully wrapped around her limbs and chest.

Julie's voice grew more serious as she worked, her movements precise and practiced. "Now, Jan, remember, if you get uncomfortable or want to stop, just say 'marmalade'. Okay?" Jan nodded, feeling a strange thrill at the idea of being completely at someone else's mercy. She took another deep breath and let herself be bound, feeling the ropes bite slightly into her skin as she was hogtied, her ankles and wrists cinched together behind her back with a short chain and padlock.

Julie stepped back to admire her handiwork, a sly smile playing on her lips. "You look absolutely stunning," she said, her eyes roving over Jan's bound form. "Now for the blindfold." Jan felt the soft fabric cover her eyes, and the world went dark. She took another deep breath, the scent of leather and wine mingling in her nose. The sound of her own breathing seemed amplified in the sudden quiet of the room.

"Ready for the gag?" Julie whispered, her voice now a seductive purr. Jan nodded, unable to speak with the ball gag in her mouth, feeling the leather stretch and fill her mouth. The anticipation was unbearable.

Julie knelt beside her, her hand caressing Jan's cheek gently. "Remember, if it's too much, just say 'marmalade'," she reminded her. Jan felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of being so utterly vulnerable and yet safe at the same time. She nodded again, her eyes wide and trusting.

Julie then proceeded to gently tickle Jan’s nylon covered feet, her fingers dancing over the sheer fabric. Jan couldn’t help but squirm and giggle into the gag as the sensation sent waves of pleasure up her legs. Her body responded in ways she had never felt before, every nerve ending electrified by the simple touch. The fabric of the nylon added an extra layer of sensation that Jan hadn't anticipated, the light abrasion of the ropes against her skin creating a tantalising friction that had her arching her back and trying to kick free, to no avail.

Julie's touch grew more intense, moving up Jan’s body to her sides where she knew Jan was most ticklish. Jan's laughs grew louder, muffled by the leather ball gag, her eyes squeezed shut tightly behind the blindfold. The sensation of being utterly powerless and at the mercy of her friend’s nimble fingers was both exhilarating and terrifying. Her heart raced in her chest, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps.

Julie's fingers danced over Jan’s ribs, her nails lightly scraping the soft skin. Jan's giggles turned into full-bodied laughs that shook her entire body, making her breasts bounce and the ropes bite into her flesh even more. Despite the discomfort, Jan was loving every second of it, feeling alive and free in a way she hadn't in a long time. The heat from the fire washed over her, adding to the warmth that was building inside her.

Julie then stopped her tickling assault, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, let's really get this party started," she murmured, and Jan heard the rustling of fabric followed by the soft pressure of Julie's bare feet pressing against her face. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant, and she could smell the faint scent of her neighbour’s perfume mingling with the rubber of her boots and the aroma of the wine they had been sipping. She took a deep breath, feeling the heat from her friend’s body against her cheek, her laughter subsiding into quiet, muffled sounds.

Julie began to move her feet, the soles gliding over Jan's nose and mouth, the arches teasing her chin. Jan's eyes widened slightly under the blindfold as she felt the toes trace the line of her jaw and the leather strap of the ball gag, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. It was an oddly intimate sensation, and Jan felt her breathing hitch as the leather ball gag pushed against her tongue.

Her moans grew louder and more insistent as Julie's toes curled, pressing into her cheeks, the pressure of the gag increasing with each muffled sound. Jan's body arched and writhed on the floor, the ropes cutting into her skin as she tried to escape the tickling torture. The chain that linked her ankles to her wrists clinked with every movement, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The warmth from the fireplace had turned the room into a sauna, and Jan could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead, mingling with the rain that had started to patter against the windows again.

Julie leaned down, her breath hot against Jan's ear as she whispered, "Ready for something new?" Jan nodded frantically, desperate for relief from the tickling that had her on the edge of sanity. She felt the coolness of the air as Julie moved away, then a gentle tugging at her tights. She gasped as she felt the fabric torn and pulled down to expose her bare feet and legs.

Julie's mouth closed around Jan's big toe, her tongue swirling and teasing the sensitive skin. Jan's body jerked in response, her moans now a mix of pleasure and surprise. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a strange blend of sensations that sent shockwaves through her body. She could feel the wetness of her friend's mouth, the warmth of her breath, and the firmness of her teeth as she playfully bit down.

Julie's attentions moved to Jan's other foot, her mouth exploring every inch of skin that the cuffs allowed. Jan's toes curled and uncurled, trying to escape the delightful torment as her friend's teeth grazed her arches and her tongue swirled from around her ankles to between her toes. The steel cuffs dug into Jan's wrists as she squirmed, her body betraying her with every twitch and moan. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, she was utterly intoxicated by it.

With a sly smile, Julie paused in her foot worship, her eyes lingering on Jan's bound form. "Ready for the next part?" she murmured. Jan could only nod, her breathing ragged and her heart racing. Julie took this as consent, her hands moving to Jan's torso to roll her onto her side. The movement was surprisingly gentle, the ropes tightening and then releasing with a whisper of sound as Jan's body complied.

Julie's deft fingers began to unbutton Jan's blouse, the fabric giving way with a series of soft pops. Jan felt the cool air brush against her skin as her shirt fell open, revealing her lacy bra. Julie's eyes darkened as she took in the sight of Jan's ample breasts, her own heart quickening. With a flick of her wrists, she unclipped Jan's bra, letting the cups fall away to expose the plump, rosy flesh beneath. Jan's nipples were hard with arousal, pointing up towards the ceiling like twin peaks yearning for attention.

Julie leaned in, her mouth watering with anticipation. She took one nipple between her lips, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before sucking gently. Jan's muffled cries filled the room as she felt the warmth and wetness of her friend's mouth, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. The combination of the ropes that held her in place and the gentle suction on her nipples was driving her wild with desire.

Julie's hands roamed Jan's body, tracing the contours of her waist and hips before moving back up to her breasts. She pinched and rolled the other nipple with her fingers, her teeth grazing the one in her mouth as she worked them both to a peak of sensitivity. Jan's hips began to buck against the floor, the friction of the rug and her own body driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy. She had never felt so wanton, so desperate for release.

Julie took a moment to appreciate the sight before her, Jan's body bound and trembling with desire. She felt a thrill of power knowing that she was the one causing such intense pleasure. With a knowing smile, she reached down and unzipped Jan’s skirt, her hand slipping inside the fabric to find the elastic of her friend's tights. The heat of Jan’s skin against her palm made her pause for a moment, savouring the anticipation.

With a smooth, practiced motion, she slid her hand over Jan's pelvis, the tights giving way to the warmth of bare flesh. Jan's hips rolled in response, her legs straining to spreading slightly, an unspoken invitation for more. Julie's eyes never left Jan's face, watching the myriad of emotions playing out across her features – a mix of surprise, pleasure, and a hint of trepidation. She knew Jan was enjoying this, the way her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were glazed over with passion.

Julie’s hand slid up, the tights stretching taut against Jan’s skin as she reached the apex of her thighs. The scent of Jan’s arousal filled the air, a sweet and musky aroma that only served to fuel the fire of desire burning within her. Her thumb grazed Jan’s mound, feeling the wetness that had soaked through the fabric. Jan gasped into the gag, her body shivering with need. The rain outside had turned into a torrent, the sound of it a rhythmic backdrop to the intimate scene unfolding in the living room.

[IrvinKlaw]

Amazing story. I hope there's a sequel and perhaps a reversal?

[Trickster]

Very erotic and sexy. I loved tge foot fetish scene in particular.

[StringTheorist]

Hi @Janbound@

Another very imaginative story. Vividly described.

I wonder if your alias could be "Tickle Tormenter".
ST

[LunaDog]

And it's a 'YES' from me!