Bondage Bed and Breakfast (FF/FM, FF/FF)
Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2025 4:20 pm
"You sure about this, Em?"
Paul's eyes darted to the side, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel as they pulled up to the Bed Breakfast And Bondage guest house. The place looked like a country cottage guest house that had been painted brilliant white, and had a brass reef knot for a door knocker.
Emma looked over at him with a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Come on, it'll be fun," she said, reaching over to give his knee a gentle squeeze. She hopped out of the car before he could respond, her pale bare legs flashing in the early evening light.
Paul took a deep breath and followed her, the sound of gravel crunching under his trainers as he approached the front door. His heart thumped in his chest with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was definitely not their typical weekend getaway.
Sara, the owner, greeted them warmly, her smile lines crinkling at the edges of her eyes as she took in their slightly awkward stances. "Welcome, you must be Emma and Paul," she said, extending a hand. Her grip was firm and her eyes twinkled with a knowing look. "We're so happy to have you join us for your anniversary. I'm Sara, and that's my daughter, Vikki," she added, gesturing to a young woman with piercing blue eyes and a sleek bobbed hair who was standing behind her in the entranceway earing a shirt, black leather skirt, black leather corset top, revealing enough skin tomshow a wide variety of piercings all the way down to her bare feet and black toe nails. Sarah wore an equally short black latex dress with fishnets and heeled ankle boots.
Vikki gave them a nod and a smile, her cheeks dimpling slightly. She was petite but carried an air of confidence that was both reassuring and slightly intimidating. "If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your room," she said, leading the way through a hallway adorned with tasteful, yet suggestive, artwork.
The room was spacious and elegantly furnished with a four-poster bed that had restraints attached to each corner. The walls were a deep crimson, and the scent of vanilla candles filled the air. "We've prepared everything according to your preferences," Sara said, handing them a basket filled with an assortment of toys and supplies. "If you need anything else, just press the button beside the bed."
Paul swallowed hard, his eyes scanning the room as he set down their overnight bag. The anticipation grew thicker with every step they took, and Emma felt her cheeks flush as she took it all in. The soft glow of the lamplight danced off the polished chrome of the handcuffs and the sleek leather of the floggers. This was definitely a new experience for them.
Before they could even begin to unpack, Sara and Vikki stepped in with swift, practiced movements. "Let's get you both comfortable," Sara said, her voice a smooth purr. In a heartbeat, Emma's wrists were ziptied together behind her back with a set of thick, black zip ties. She gasped in surprise, her eyes widening as the plastic bit into her skin just enough to remind her of their purpose.
Paul watched, his own breath shallow, as Vikki approached him with a second set. He held his arms behind him, a question in his gaze that was met with a wink from the young woman. The zip ties snapped into place with a finality that sent a jolt through his system. The sensation was strange, yet thrilling, as his heart raced.
They were pushed face down onto the velvety comforter on the bed, Emma's skirt riding up slightly to expose the lacy hem of her black knickers. Paul felt a gentle tug at his feet as Sara began to remove his shoes and socks. He couldn't help but tense as his bare feet were exposed to the cool room air before his ankles were crossed and secured with another set of zipties. The position was not uncomfortable, but it was definitely restricting, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.
Emma felt the same sensation as her ankles were zipped together, side by side and her shoes removed too; her breath hitched in her throat as she felt the cold plastic against her skin. The knowledge that she was completely in their power sent a delicious shiver down her spine, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
Paul's eyes met hers over his shoulder, and she could see the same excitement mirrored in his gaze. Their bond grew stronger with every shared experience, and this was certainly one they wouldn't forget. They wriggled towards each other and shared a kiss.
Sara stepped in, holding one of Paul’s rolled-up black socks. "Now, now," she chuckled, "none of that until we've made sure you're both ready to play by the house rules."
Emma's eyes widened, but she nodded her understanding, and Sara slid the sock into her mouth. The soft fabric filled her mouth, muffling any sounds she might make. Before she could react further, a strip of black duct tape was pulled tight across her mouth, sealing the makeshift gag in place. She blinked rapidly, feeling the sticky residue on her skin, and tasted the faint chemical flavor of the tape. It was a strange sensation, but it only served to heighten her anticipation.
“OK.†Said Sarah. “Let’s leave you two to settle in shall we.†The sound of Sara(ks clicking heels, and Vikki’s bare feet slapping on the hard wood floor eas followed by the slam of the heavy wooden door.
Paul’s eyes grew wide and Emma’s eyes sparkled with excitement as they were left alone in their bondage wonderland. They looked at each other and grinned, the sock in Emma’s mouth effectively muffled the giggle that failed to escape. They were both nervous and thrilled, but the trust they had in each other and the excitement of the unknown was intoxicating.
Paul managed to roll onto his side with some effort, the zip ties digging into his wrists a bit as he did so. The bed dipped slightly with his movement, and Emma felt it more than heard it, her eyes widening as she watched him approach. He was a sight to behold, his body tense and muscles flexing as he struggled against his restraints. It was a silent dance, a silent declaration of their intentions for the night.
Their eyes met, and Emma's smile grew wider around the sock gag. She squirmed closer to him, the pull of the zip ties against her skirt a quiet symphony of discomfort stopping short of pain. Her feet brushed against Paul’s legs, and the spark of arousal grew into a flame. The air was thick with it, the anticipation of what was to come making it almost tangible.
Paul leaned in, his eyes dark with desire. He straightened his legs, their toes intertwining as they lay. He gag kissed her cheek, the fabric of the tape pressing against her skin as he tried to mumble "Happy anniversary, baby." Butbwhich came out as a series of muffled grunts.
Meanwhile in the entrance of the guest hiuse Vikki and Sarah were talking.
“They seem to be up for some fun.â€
“Yes. But I think it’s time you went to see to our other guests. They have been here a while now.â€
Vikki nodded and padded out of the room, leaving Sara to prepare some food. She knew that sometimes it was best to let them discover things on their own. She had seen it a hundred times before; the nervous excitement turning to pure, unbridled passion as they explored their limits together.
Entering another bedroom, she found Joanne and Suzanne, both with their shoulder-length brunette hair spread out like a dark halo on the pillows. They were already bound to the four-poster, side by side, their eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Joanne, the older of the two, was secured with leather cuffs holding he hands to the head board above her , while Suzanne's restraints were a bit more modest, made of soft velvet rope to ease her into their weekend of adventure. Both were gagged with leather pannek,gags and their feetbtied to,the foot of the bed, about 50cm apart. Julie wore only a pair of black cotton knickers, whilst Suzanne was totally naked.
"Did you miss me?" Vikki purred, her voice low and sultry as she climbed ontomthe bed between the mature lovers, her hands stroking up,their legs and tummies, revelling in how they squirmed at the ricklish sensatiom, until,her hands came to rest in the older women’s breasts and she carefully squeezed Joanne’d left and Suzannes right nipples between her thumb and index fingers, eliciting a somewhat erotic moan from each gagged mouth.
Paul's eyes darted to the side, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel as they pulled up to the Bed Breakfast And Bondage guest house. The place looked like a country cottage guest house that had been painted brilliant white, and had a brass reef knot for a door knocker.
Emma looked over at him with a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Come on, it'll be fun," she said, reaching over to give his knee a gentle squeeze. She hopped out of the car before he could respond, her pale bare legs flashing in the early evening light.
Paul took a deep breath and followed her, the sound of gravel crunching under his trainers as he approached the front door. His heart thumped in his chest with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was definitely not their typical weekend getaway.
Sara, the owner, greeted them warmly, her smile lines crinkling at the edges of her eyes as she took in their slightly awkward stances. "Welcome, you must be Emma and Paul," she said, extending a hand. Her grip was firm and her eyes twinkled with a knowing look. "We're so happy to have you join us for your anniversary. I'm Sara, and that's my daughter, Vikki," she added, gesturing to a young woman with piercing blue eyes and a sleek bobbed hair who was standing behind her in the entranceway earing a shirt, black leather skirt, black leather corset top, revealing enough skin tomshow a wide variety of piercings all the way down to her bare feet and black toe nails. Sarah wore an equally short black latex dress with fishnets and heeled ankle boots.
Vikki gave them a nod and a smile, her cheeks dimpling slightly. She was petite but carried an air of confidence that was both reassuring and slightly intimidating. "If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your room," she said, leading the way through a hallway adorned with tasteful, yet suggestive, artwork.
The room was spacious and elegantly furnished with a four-poster bed that had restraints attached to each corner. The walls were a deep crimson, and the scent of vanilla candles filled the air. "We've prepared everything according to your preferences," Sara said, handing them a basket filled with an assortment of toys and supplies. "If you need anything else, just press the button beside the bed."
Paul swallowed hard, his eyes scanning the room as he set down their overnight bag. The anticipation grew thicker with every step they took, and Emma felt her cheeks flush as she took it all in. The soft glow of the lamplight danced off the polished chrome of the handcuffs and the sleek leather of the floggers. This was definitely a new experience for them.
Before they could even begin to unpack, Sara and Vikki stepped in with swift, practiced movements. "Let's get you both comfortable," Sara said, her voice a smooth purr. In a heartbeat, Emma's wrists were ziptied together behind her back with a set of thick, black zip ties. She gasped in surprise, her eyes widening as the plastic bit into her skin just enough to remind her of their purpose.
Paul watched, his own breath shallow, as Vikki approached him with a second set. He held his arms behind him, a question in his gaze that was met with a wink from the young woman. The zip ties snapped into place with a finality that sent a jolt through his system. The sensation was strange, yet thrilling, as his heart raced.
They were pushed face down onto the velvety comforter on the bed, Emma's skirt riding up slightly to expose the lacy hem of her black knickers. Paul felt a gentle tug at his feet as Sara began to remove his shoes and socks. He couldn't help but tense as his bare feet were exposed to the cool room air before his ankles were crossed and secured with another set of zipties. The position was not uncomfortable, but it was definitely restricting, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.
Emma felt the same sensation as her ankles were zipped together, side by side and her shoes removed too; her breath hitched in her throat as she felt the cold plastic against her skin. The knowledge that she was completely in their power sent a delicious shiver down her spine, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
Paul's eyes met hers over his shoulder, and she could see the same excitement mirrored in his gaze. Their bond grew stronger with every shared experience, and this was certainly one they wouldn't forget. They wriggled towards each other and shared a kiss.
Sara stepped in, holding one of Paul’s rolled-up black socks. "Now, now," she chuckled, "none of that until we've made sure you're both ready to play by the house rules."
Emma's eyes widened, but she nodded her understanding, and Sara slid the sock into her mouth. The soft fabric filled her mouth, muffling any sounds she might make. Before she could react further, a strip of black duct tape was pulled tight across her mouth, sealing the makeshift gag in place. She blinked rapidly, feeling the sticky residue on her skin, and tasted the faint chemical flavor of the tape. It was a strange sensation, but it only served to heighten her anticipation.
“OK.†Said Sarah. “Let’s leave you two to settle in shall we.†The sound of Sara(ks clicking heels, and Vikki’s bare feet slapping on the hard wood floor eas followed by the slam of the heavy wooden door.
Paul’s eyes grew wide and Emma’s eyes sparkled with excitement as they were left alone in their bondage wonderland. They looked at each other and grinned, the sock in Emma’s mouth effectively muffled the giggle that failed to escape. They were both nervous and thrilled, but the trust they had in each other and the excitement of the unknown was intoxicating.
Paul managed to roll onto his side with some effort, the zip ties digging into his wrists a bit as he did so. The bed dipped slightly with his movement, and Emma felt it more than heard it, her eyes widening as she watched him approach. He was a sight to behold, his body tense and muscles flexing as he struggled against his restraints. It was a silent dance, a silent declaration of their intentions for the night.
Their eyes met, and Emma's smile grew wider around the sock gag. She squirmed closer to him, the pull of the zip ties against her skirt a quiet symphony of discomfort stopping short of pain. Her feet brushed against Paul’s legs, and the spark of arousal grew into a flame. The air was thick with it, the anticipation of what was to come making it almost tangible.
Paul leaned in, his eyes dark with desire. He straightened his legs, their toes intertwining as they lay. He gag kissed her cheek, the fabric of the tape pressing against her skin as he tried to mumble "Happy anniversary, baby." Butbwhich came out as a series of muffled grunts.
Meanwhile in the entrance of the guest hiuse Vikki and Sarah were talking.
“They seem to be up for some fun.â€
“Yes. But I think it’s time you went to see to our other guests. They have been here a while now.â€
Vikki nodded and padded out of the room, leaving Sara to prepare some food. She knew that sometimes it was best to let them discover things on their own. She had seen it a hundred times before; the nervous excitement turning to pure, unbridled passion as they explored their limits together.
Entering another bedroom, she found Joanne and Suzanne, both with their shoulder-length brunette hair spread out like a dark halo on the pillows. They were already bound to the four-poster, side by side, their eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Joanne, the older of the two, was secured with leather cuffs holding he hands to the head board above her , while Suzanne's restraints were a bit more modest, made of soft velvet rope to ease her into their weekend of adventure. Both were gagged with leather pannek,gags and their feetbtied to,the foot of the bed, about 50cm apart. Julie wore only a pair of black cotton knickers, whilst Suzanne was totally naked.
"Did you miss me?" Vikki purred, her voice low and sultry as she climbed ontomthe bed between the mature lovers, her hands stroking up,their legs and tummies, revelling in how they squirmed at the ricklish sensatiom, until,her hands came to rest in the older women’s breasts and she carefully squeezed Joanne’d left and Suzannes right nipples between her thumb and index fingers, eliciting a somewhat erotic moan from each gagged mouth.