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Going Home Part 5 – All in a Day’s Work

By Madhatter815

Amanda has had quite the start to her week of bondage.  She spent her first day naked and cuffed, waiting patiently for her safety, Sarah, to arrive.  She spent part of that night being teased in the trunk of her car and she spent the rest of her night in a custom straight jacket; one that had some less-than-modest features.  One day down, six to go…

  Amanda woke up as Sarah was removing her straight jacket.  “Good morning,” Sarah chirped.  “Sleep well?”

  “I’m not sure,” Amanda admitted, feeling stiff all over.  “I think so, yeah.  But that jacket is super warm.”

  Sarah slid Amanda’s arms out of the jacket and dropped it to the floor.  Amanda couldn’t help but stretch her aching body for several seconds.  When she looked up, she noticed Sarah had her head turned to the side with her hand at her nose.  Amanda looked down and saw that her skin was red and soaked in sweat.  She took a small sniff and turned red in the face.  “I think I’ll go, um,” Amanda said, pointing toward the door.

  Sarah nodded, closing her eyes.  “Yeah.”

  “Ok,” Amanda headed for the door quickly, keeping her head down.  She proceeded to jump in the shower and turn on the water.  She let the cold water refresh her body for quite some time.  Her body ached from head to toe but she had a big day ahead of her and she was determined to see it through.

  Amanda made her was down stairs and saw Sarah eating a sandwich.  The television was on but Sarah was much more interested in her phone.  “It’s gonna be a rainy one,” she said, not looking up.

  Amanda’s hair was still wet and she had a small towel draped over her shoulders.  She had nothing else on and was leaving small wet marks as she walked.  The towel itself left nothing to the imagination as it was too short to fully cover her modest breasts.  She felt completely renewed, enjoying the air on her bare, damp skin.

  “Isn’t it a little early to be eating a sandwich?” she asked.

  “Not unless you think two o’clock is an early lunch time,” she replied, not breaking stride as she browsed her phone in one hand and held her sandwich in the other.  “In fact, I’d think it was rather late myself.”

  Amanda practically jumped out of her skin.  She darted around and saw that it really was two o’clock.  She had planned to be well on her way to completing today’s bondage adventure.  Now that it was so late, she’d need to work quicker than she would have liked.

  “How long did I shower?”

  “Not long.  It just didn’t help that you slept till one.  Or rather that I finally woke you at one,” Sarah answered, taking a bite of her sandwich.  She then turned to look at Amanda without getting up.  “By the way, that perky little ‘turn and jump’ thing you just did was pretty cute what with your breasts bouncing like that.  You should do it again.  You know, in case the neighbors didn’t see it the first time.”

  Sarah pointed toward the front of the house where the curtains were open, exposing the large, floor-to-ceiling window that looked out to her Amanda’s parent’s front yard.  Amanda quickly covered her breasts and stepped back, away from the window though it was unclear as to whether anyone was outside.

  Sarah put her sandwich down on her plate and placed her phone beside it.  She got up and closed the curtains, completely indifferent to any onlookers.  While technically clothed, she was wearing little more than Amanda.  In fact, her wardrobe, a sheer, fitted tank top and an orange thong, might be even more eye-catching than her completely bare friend.

  With the curtains closed, the room got noticeably darker.  Sarah turned on a light and turned to Amanda.  Smiling, she rubbed her hands together.  “Well, let’s get started, shall we?”

  The plan for the day was still the same despite the fact that most of the day was already gone.  Amanda had planned out an obstacle course and Sarah was going to help her with set-up.  The layout was simple.  Amanda would start in the first floor bathroom.  She would head out of the room where a large desk would block off the kitchen/dining room to her left and force her to go right.  That led to the office and connected living room that spanned the far left of the house.  This was the room Sarah had been eating in and sported the massive front window.

  Passing through the office and living room, Amanda would reach the front of the house.  She’d make another left, pass the enormous window, the front door, the second floor stairwell, and finally make her way into the mud room by the garage.  She’d then make another left and hug the wall into the dining room.  Here, she’d finally reach her goal.  That goal, not surprisingly, was a key.  However, this key unlocked the cabinet underneath the bathroom sink where her handcuff key was.  That meant reaching the dining room was merely the halfway point.

  It might not sound very far; maybe a hundred or so feet each way.  Of course, she’d make this trip in full bondage.  On top of that, the two girls were setting up the rooms like an elaborate obstacle course.  They moved furniture, grabbed blankets and towels to scatter around, and used some rope to tie things in place.  It was quite the ordeal but it was certain to make that short distance far more imposing.

  On top of all that, the two girls had a side “wager.”  Amanda had written down failure conditions in case she was unable to complete any given bondage task.  She had placed three situations into separate envelopes, sealed them, and gave them to Sarah.  Sarah had no idea what was inside each one but every time Amanda admitted defeat during one of her very own bondage adventures, Sarah got to open an envelope.  Inside would be guidelines for Sarah to run or change Amanda’s next game.  Amanda was a little uneasy with some of the conditions she wrote but if they weren’t hard, what was the point?  Then again, she had no intentions of failing any of her games so it shouldn’t matter.

  As the two girls stopped for dinner, it began raining outside.  “You know, I haven’t done anything like this in almost ten years,” Sarah commented, looking at a sheet positioned between two chairs.

  “Well, I guess all those years of playing fort as a kid are finally paying off,” Amanda said.

  After finishing dinner, the two girls looked everything over.  “Looks like quite the chore,” Sarah uttered blandly.

  “It is…” Amanda started in a huff, trailing off rather timidly.  “It is not a chore!  It’s an adventure.”

  “Whatever you say,” Sarah replied, looking over the convoluted set of obstacles.  She turned to Amanda.  “Something tells me you’re overdoing it a bit…”

  “It’ll be fine.  Unfortunately, I’m still really stiff from yesterday.”

  “No problem.  I un-stiff you,” Sarah quipped with a smile.

  Sarah spent the next hour giving Amanda a full body massage.  Sarah used unscented oil that was slick and heavenly on Amanda’s skin.  It felt so good, Amanda almost fell asleep.  Reinvigorated, Amanda grabbed her gear and washed up in the downstairs bathroom before binding herself.

  “Now, before I get started, a couple of things,” Amanda explained.  “First off, no helping unless I ask.  Second, no complicating things once I start.  Third, keep out of sight unless I say otherwise.  I need to get into the right mindset.  Oh and I’ll need you to tie the final bit before I can get started so don’t go anywhere jus yet.  Got it?”

  Sarah bowed sarcastically.  “Yes your majesty.  Once I have adequately prepared your attire, I will await her highness in her bed chamber, only to respond when beckoned.”

  With that, Sarah left Amanda alone in the bathroom to don her gear.  First came the fun part.  Amanda put on a pair of medical gloves and took out some unlabeled lotion.  She took some on her fingers and began liberally applying it to her private area thoroughly coating every inch.  She was getting a little hot but that was nothing compared to when the lotion, a sensitivity-enhancing cream, kicked in a few minutes from now.  It was sure to make some of the obstacles a bit more entertaining as well as keeping her in a ‘zone’ throughout the night.  Quickly, Amanda tossed out the gloves and began suiting up.

  First, she put a leather belt around her waist.  She then sat on the floor and slipped on a pair of leather leggings.  They were homemade, in a manner of speaking.  The leggings went up just past her knee and tied in place so they wouldn’t slide off.  They covered her knees, shins, and tops of her feet entirely and provided thick, considerable padding underneath.  The ankle area was rigid and wouldn’t bend and the bottoms of her feet were exposed with just her toes tucked neatly into at end.  A hook at her toes locked onto her belt ensuring that she could only shuffle around on her knees and shins.  This put her into a very vulnerable position and had a significant impact on her mobility.  She’d be unable to stand let alone raise her body more than a couple of inches off of the ground.  If she tried hard enough, she could elevate to her knees but her balance, or lack thereof, prevented her from moving very far like that.*

*Think of it like a frog-tie where she can’t bend her ankles and her feet are pinned toward her bottom.  This forces her to shuffle back and forth on her shins as her primary form of travel.

  With her legs bound to her satisfaction, she grabbed her leather cuffs, some rope, and a single lock.  She called Sarah to supply the finishing touches.  Sarah came in and took the rope and tied Amanda’s arms across her stomach to each opposite hip.  Amanda had no slack in the rope.  Her only way to get free would be to undo the lock that attached the rope to her right wrist cuff.

  “Feel good?” Sarah asked.  Amanda gave a tug at her wrists, shuffled around a bit, and nodded.  “Great.  Now, while you were getting ready, I made some slight improvements to the course.”

  “You… I thought I said not to interfere.”

  “No, you said I couldn’t change anything once you got started.  You didn’t start yet,” she countered.  “Besides, it was no big deal.  Just little things here and there.  Nothing you can’t handle.”

  Amanda would have argued more but the lotion was making her very aware of her own body, leaving her anxious and ready to go.  “Fine.  We’ll say I didn’t start yet.”

  “Really?  Great,” Sarah laughed.  “Then before you get started for real, one more thing.”

  “What’s that?” Amanda asked.  Sarah smiled, turned around, and darted out of the room.  As she did so, she shut the light and closed the door.  “Sar… hey!”

  “Okay, you can start now.  I’ll be upstairs.  Good luck.”

Going Home Part 6 - Another Fine Mess
by Madhatter815

Despite knowing better, Amanda has fallen prey to another trap by Sarah.  After donning her bondage gear (legs are bound frog-tie-style but with her ankles fixed, forcing her to shuffle along the ground on her knees; additionally, her arms are crossed in front of her body), Sarah shut the light and the door (!) behind her.  Now trapped in a dark, cramped room, Amanda needs to escape before she can even hope to begin the obstacle course the two girls had spent to entire day preparing.

  Amanda felt stupid (again) for letting Sarah pull a fast one on her for the second time in as many days.  Admittedly, she wasn’t at her finest so far this week.  Amanda called out to Sarah a few times to open the door.  Sarah refused each time unless Amanda was admitted defeat.  Not one to give up so easily, Amanda shuffled forward on her knees until she reached the door.

  If she lifted her body as high as she could, she could feel the handle on the top of her head.  “Great.  Now how am I supposed to open it?”

  Hoping her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, Amanda looked around the room.  There had to be something she could use to open the door.  Unfortunately, with the rain outside, the room was still pitch-black.  “Sigh.  Looks like we do this the hard way.”

  She decided that her best bet was to elevate onto her knees and pull the handle down with her chin.  Leaning against the sink, Amanda struggled onto her knees.  She eventually found herself high enough that her chin was now directly above where the door handle should be.  She leaned forward and down several times, hoping to catch the handle just enough to pop open the door.  No matter how many times she pushed the handle down, she couldn’t figure out how to pull the door open.  “This really sucks, you know that!” Amanda shouted out loud but received no reply.

  Amanda was already getting sore from her bondage and she hadn’t even started yet.  Deciding her chin wasn’t going to be good enough, she reached forward and bit the handle.  She ducked her head to lower the handle and tried moving backward.  Being as unbalanced as she was, the whole moving backwards quickly turned into falling backwards and try not to get hurt.

  Aside from some aching teeth after having the door handle violently dislodged from her mouth, Amanda felt pretty good.  She had fallen mostly onto her well-padded shins so no harm there.  Better yet, the door had creaked open just enough to show light on the other side.  As she worked her jaw, she couldn’t help but smile in self-satisfaction.  Now she could finally get started.

  As she crept out of the bathroom, she began to realize just how tired she really was.  Still, she took this opportunity to let Sarah know that her sabotage attempt was in vain.  “Amanda one, Sarah zero.  Nice try though,” she exclaimed loud enough to be heard be also trying to sound casual.

  After gloating for a moment, Amanda turned the corner and peered into the office.  There wasn’t much to this first room.  As it was getting late, the two had decided that they’d throw some leftover blankets, pillows, and towels onto the floor, making Amanda’s movement slightly more tedious.  The key was getting to the “tunnel” that led into the living room.

  As Amanda wearily moved through the room, one of the larger towels caressed gently between her legs.  Normally, she’d barely notice it but the lotion she had applied was some fairly potent stuff.  Immediately she felt reinvigorated and her fatigue was replaced by focus and, more specifically, arousal.  If nothing else, she wanted more.

  A few more towels and blankets rubbed her in a similar way but none had as strong an impact as that first one did.  Still, she was finally starting to enjoy her predicament.

  As she reached the end of the office, a low table with a sheet on top blocked the entrance into the living room.  She would be forced to crawl a few feet on either her back or stomach if she wanted to fit.  Opting for the latter, she flopped onto her side and readjusted herself to slide headfirst under the table.  She wormed her way through the sheet and under the table in a very slow and awkward fashion.  She knew it must look ridiculous and she was grateful that she had made Sarah wait upstairs.

  Worming her way forward was harder than she had expected.  The low table was a tight fit and she had to work pretty hard to get through.  Her breasts dragged along the floor as she moved, making her nipples hard.  This made her enjoy the crawling even more and she began wishing that she had applied some lotion to her breasts as well.  ‘Maybe next time,’ she thought to herself.

  Just then, she found the carpet-to-wood floor transition between rooms.  As her hard nipples flicked between surfaces, she stopped to relish the feeling.  “Ok, definitely next time,” she said to herself softly, finishing her previous thought.

  Once she felt clear of the table, Amanda struggled to her knees.  She now found herself back in complete darkness, completely covered by sheets that stretched across chair backings.  Once again, there were more sheets and blankets scattered about as she moved.  While she had enjoyed the rubbing of her breasts as she squirmed underneath the table, her lips were far more eager for attention.

  Amanda proceeded forward, stopping for several seconds to continually rub her groin over a well placed pillow.  She tried her best not to get too carried away but the sensation was taking away all of her soreness.  As she stopped, she realized just how hot it was in there.  She tried to double the pace but a wall of pillows that blocked her exit proved to be a far more daunting obstacle than she had intended.  Eventually, she crashed through the pillows and landed, as planned, in the far corner of the living room.  She lay on her side, catching her breath and relishing in the ‘cold’ air that filled the room.  “I can’t wait… huff… to shower after… swallows… after this.”

  Struggling onto her knees, Amanda looked toward her next obstacle.  It was a rolled up carpet that had a blanket draped over it, filling a narrow passage way.  The idea was to straddle the blanket and scamper her way across, allowing her crotch to rub against it the whole time.  There was one small hitch that Amanda hadn’t planned for…

  The location of the carpet was along the front of the living room by the window.  This shouldn’t have been an issue since Amanda had made sure that the curtains were closed.  However, that appeared to no longer be the case.  In fact, the curtains weren’t just open; they were taken down completely.  Worse yet, the living room was well lit.  There’d be no way for Amanda to pass by without feeling completely on display.

  Amanda sat, sweating and dumbfounded at her newly updated obstacle.  “Sarah,” she called.  “Where are the curtains?”

  “I took them down,” Sarah called back.

  “Why?” Amanda asked in a slow and drawn-out fashion.

  “Why not?  Besides, you were just out there last night.  What’s the big deal?”

  “Could you maybe shut the lights?”

  “Let me think about it.”

  Amanda waited patiently for some time.  All she could think about was somebody watching as she slowly humped her way across the room.  It started to get her excited and she tried to blame the lotion but deep down she new better.  After several minutes, Amanda called again.  “Well?”

  “Still thinking…” Sarah called back, casually.  With a sigh, Amanda knew where this was going and decided to make a break for it.

  Leaning toward the corner of the window and squinting, Amanda tried to see any movement outside.  Unfortunately, it was too dark to tell.  Taking a deep breath, Amanda tried to climb onto the carpet.  Her first attempt failed as she gracelessly fell onto her backside with a loud thump.

  “What was that?” Sarah called, sounding sincerely concerned.  “Did you hurt yourself?”

  “Only my pride,” Amanda replied, frantically trying to scramble upright as she was bottom-up right in front of the window.  “How bout those lights?”

  “I haven’t decided yet,” Sarah replied though her decision was quite obvious.

  Once upright, Amanda tried once more.  This time she was successful.  Without second guessing herself, she began to scramble across the rug.  She opened and closed her legs in a frantic motion propelling her forward.  The rug burn she was giving her inner thighs was trumped by both the ferocious thumping of her heart as it raced with anxiety and the pleasant thumping of her crotch constantly hitting the blanket-covered rug.

   As she reached the other side, she fell to the ground with another thud and scrambled away from the window.  “More injured pride?” Sarah asked.

  “No,” Amanda responded.  “This time, I think I set my thighs on fire.”

  Amanda’s inner thighs were bright red and warm but even warmer was the feeling in her loins.  It provided enough distraction to lose track of all the other aches and pains she was experiencing right about now.

  Amanda caught her breath and rose to her knees once again.  “Okay,” she told herself.  “I’m halfway to the dining room.  That means I’m halfway to being halfway done.”

  She let out a dejected sigh at the thought of how little progress she had actually made.  Worse yet, she’d have to pass the window again.  She looked over her shoulder at the rug and then down at her irritated thighs.  “No time to think about it,” she tried to convince herself as she began to trek onward.

Passing the stairs and approaching the mudroom was much easier.  There were no obstacles between here and the dining room.  That is, except for sheer distance.  Every inch of her body wanted to quit.  She was hot, tired, sore, and completely spent.  With only her will and never-ending sex drive to keep her moving, she pressed onward.

  Arriving in the dining room presented Amanda with a sense of accomplishment and a sense of regret.  From here, she could see the key that she needed hanging from the ceiling.  “Why didn’t I just make that the key to my cuffs?” she wondered aloud.  “And why the heck did I need to hang it above that?”

  Underneath the key was a small, empty pool with ~18”, rigid side walls.  The idea was to fall over the side, get the key, and climb back out; a task she had practiced about a half-dozen times before.  Amanda had taken the time to reinforce the walls so she couldn’t simply plow over them but, instead, she’d need to legitimately scale them.  While she had done this before she was never so incredibly tired when practicing.

  As Amanda began to slowly climb over the wall, she heard Sarah at the top of the stairs.  “So, I was thinking,” she called down.

  “What’s that?” Amanda replied, trying to stay focused.  She was leaning over the edge, ready to flip into the empty pool.

  “I think I could turn the lights off for ya,” Sarah said.

  “Wait, what?” Amanda replied hastily as she slipped over the edge and into the pool.  She was startled, more by the landing than anything else.  Something was slippery.  Real slippery.  She tried to lift herself up but she slid right back down.  “What did you do to the pool?”

  “Same thing I did to you during the massage,” Sarah answered.  “Feels good, right?”

  “Not exactly,” Amanda replied.

  Suddenly, Amanda was met with total darkness as Sarah shut out the lights.

Part 7 - Sweet Release

Amanda is only halfway done with her obstacle course and things couldn’t have gone further from expected.  She was trapped (momentarily)in the bathroom, went streaking past the front window, and is now slipping and sliding in a pool of body lotion in total darkness.  Of course, none of this was by sheer coincidence thanks to Sarah.  Can Amanda recover the key, get out of the pool, and return to the bathroom to undo her binds?  Let’s find out…

  Amanda tried to turn upright but instead slid further into the pool.  Every time she tried to prop herself up, she’d slide back down.  “If this didn't feel so good on my breasts right now, I’d be pissed,” she exclaimed loudly, a hint of irritation in her voice.

  After several minutes of intense struggling and some equally intense language, Amanda finally managed to rise back onto her legs.  However, she had lost her bearings.  Unable to see clearly in the darkness, Amanda had to slowly move around the pool in hopes of finding the center of the pool where her keys would be hanging.  She used the sides of the pool to get her bearings as best she could, but the slippery surface beneath her made the search incredibly slow.

  “How’s it going?” Sarah asked from the darkness.

  “Not bad,” Amanda replied.  “Kinda wish I could see right about now.”

  After several minutes, Amanda felt the string on her face.  She carefully shifted her body in an attempt to line the key up with her hand so she could grab it.  As the cord passed over her erect nipple, she closed her eyes and paused a moment.  “Focus,” she whispered and took a deep breath.

  “What was that?” Sarah asked, hearing only a faint noise.

  “That was me trying to concentrate,” Amanda replied, her voice having a clearly agitated crescendo.  Amanda sighed and turned her attention back to the key.  She continued to shift her body inch by inch, wiggling her fingers as she moved.  Eventually, Amanda felt the key at her hand.  She pulled earnestly on the rope but her hands were slippery and she couldn't get a good grip.  Elevating slightly, she lifted her body up and wrapped the string around her fingers twice.  She then pulled down with enough force to snap the rope.  Unfortunately, the string broke easier than Amanda had expected and she found herself flopped on her side once more.

  Clutching the key tightly, Amanda turned toward where she had last heard Sarah’s voice and squirmed slowly forward.  When her head bumped the wall, she began her feverous attempts to get upright all the while keeping a tight grip on her key.  Fortunately, she seemed to be getting used to the slick surface as she struggled to her knees with relative ease.  “All right,” she exclaimed.  “I think it’s about time I got out of here.”

  While finding the key and getting upright were both difficult tasks, they were nothing when compared with her escape.  Her first instinct was to repeat the same method she had used to get into the pool.  She’d lean her body forward and try to push herself over the edge.

  Everything started out all right as she managed to get most of her upper body over the edge.  However, Amanda found that the slippery substance beneath her provided no traction for that final push.  Somehow, she had managed to prop herself onto her knees and lean mostly over the edge.  As she tried to fall onto the other side, however, her legs slipped behind her and she slid back into the pool.  Well, mostly anyway.

   Amanda’s legs were pinned awkwardly behind her while her body was somehow lodged uncomfortably in front of her, her hands flailing in the open air.  She couldn't quite figure out how she was stuck or how to fix it but she knew that it wasn't comfortable.  “Light,” she demanded.  “Light!”

  “All right, all right,” Sarah said, moving quickly.  She flicked a switch and light returned to the room.  “What’s the big….”

  Sarah stopped short as she looked over at Amanda.  The two girls were now fully capable of seeing the dilemma in the brightly lit room.  Apparently, as Amanda’s legs slid backward, her body slid down the wall as one might suspect.  However, her breasts, while rather petite, had managed to catch the top of the wall.  It was an uncomfortable position as it thrust her breasts upward and, with her legs floundering uselessly behind her, Amanda had no idea how to get down.

  Useful as always, Sarah took one look at Amanda’s heaving bosom and nearly fell on the floor laughing.  Amanda bounced in place several times in an attempt to dislodge herself, her hands reaching around in the empty space beneath her.  Eventually, she knocked herself off her perch and slid awkwardly back into the pool.  Sarah, practically in tears, was finally regaining her composure.  “Oh man.  I am so glad I turned on the lights just now,” she said, wiping a tear out of her eye.

  Amanda was far less amused.  It was bad enough she had embarrassed herself like that but having an audience, even just Sarah, was incredibly humiliating.  She lifted her head up.  “See.  This is why I said not to come down,” Amanda said, visibly angry.

  “What?” Sarah said, defensively.  “I was just doing what you said.”

  Amanda started a new approach.  She got on her knees and lifted her right leg up onto the wall.  Carefully she began sliding it over the edge while shifting her weight onto her left leg.  “What, laughing at my failure?” Amanda answered, her face beet red; her eyes avoiding eye contact.

  “Oh come on.  It was funny,” Sarah responded.  “You should have seen it.  All these obstacles and ropes and stuff and you get stuck on your modest little rack?  Seriously, it was amazing.”

  Amanda was ignoring Sarah as best she could, her attention focused solely on the task at hand.  As she slid her right leg over the wall, she balanced her body carefully on her left leg.  She bounced a few times in place, counting in her head and preparing to push her body over.  On the third bounce, she pushed up but slipped just enough to not cleanly clear the wall.  Instead she found herself straddling the edge.

  “I mean, this whole greasing up the pool thing was such a good idea,” Sarah continued.  She stopped when she saw Amanda’s new position.

  The expression on Amanda’s face was one of total shock.  Her eyes bulged and her jaw fell open, her heart skipping a beat.  The rigid edge had cleanly split her delicate lips, both legs hanging ineffectively to each side.  She held this position for several seconds before spilling over the edge onto the dining room floor.  “Oh no,” Sarah slouched, her hands at her hips.  “Don’t tell me you just hurt yourself.”

  Sarah walked over to Amanda and looked her over with disappointment.  The look on Amanda’s face was still one of surprise.  It was a rich shade of red, much different from how it looked a moment ago, and her breathing was erratic.  As Sarah looked closely, her dismay was slowly replaced with her very own shocked expression.  She knew that look.  “Oh my God,” she slowly exclaimed.  “You just came, didn't you?”

  Amanda, trying desperately to control her breathing, smiled widely.  The unexpected contact to her lower region sent her catapulting not only over the wall but into an entirely new stratosphere of sexual satisfaction.  She laughed a little in delight as the warm afterglow and elegant tingling sensation washed over her exhausted body.  She wouldn't have planned all of this in a million years but the results sure did deliver.

  Sarah, still shocked, just stood there shaking her head.  “Guess that’s what hardcore denial gets ya.”

  Amanda swallowed hard, her breathing still a little irregular.  “I have to say, maybe it wasn’t my greatest orgasm but I’m definitely putting it top three, easy.”

  Amanda’s grin continued as she lay silently, trying to calm herself down.  The smile appeared infectious as a similar grin appeared upon Sarah’s face.  Sarah enjoyed messing with Amanda but her goal was ultimately for Amanda to find pleasure in her antics.  Still, she had to keep up her dominant front.  Returning to character, Sarah shook her head and started walking away.

  “Good for you,” she said with a wave.  “Good luck with the second half of the trip.”

  For those blissful few minutes, Amanda had completely forgotten her predicament.  Now, reality was sinking in and it was ugly.  Reluctantly, Amanda rocked herself upright and looked down at her hand.  She was relieved to see the key was still there but she had squeezed it so hard that the mark it left was both visible and painful.  In fact, her whole body hurt.  Her ankles begged to bend again as did her knee.  Her inner thighs desperately needed something cold to sooth the burning.  Additionally, her breasts were still reliving the whole “on the edge” experience from moments ago.

  She would move another twenty feet over the next ten minutes.  She blocked all of the discomfort out as best she could but once she reached the rug in the living room, her body quit.  She was physically unable to lift herself onto the obstacle.  It was then that she fell on her side, completely spent and ready to be done.  She was getting nauseous from all the pain and she knew that this no longer the bondage adventure she had hoped to experience.

  She tried to call it quits but her mouth was so dry all she could do was cough hoarsely.  Panicked, she took a couple of deep breaths and yelled Sarah as loud as she could.  Sarah came running immediately.  “What is it?  What’s wrong?” she asked frantically.

  Amanda just shook her head.  Sarah nodded knowingly and began undoing the binds.  She removed the cuffs from her wrists so that the key wouldn't be necessary.  Amanda needed help slowly straightening her legs and ankles.  Lying against the wall, Sarah ran to the kitchen for some water.  When she returned, she helped Amanda drink it.  Still sore but feeling much better, Amanda smiled at Sarah and simply said, “Worth it.”

  After a few hours of recovery, Amanda sat in the bathtub soaking her aching body.  As the pain subsided, she began reliving those magical few seconds when she reached ecstasy.  She closed her eyes and rubbed her lower body slightly.  It was still very sensitive and it made her lingering aches subside, if only slightly.  As she got into a rhythm, her other hand found her breast.  She began massaging it, slowly building another orgasm.  Suddenly, the door flung open and Amanda quickly stopped.  At first embarrassed, Amanda was relived to discover that Sarah didn't appeared to notice.  She just stood there, smiling.  That’s when Amanda noticed the envelope in Sarah’s hand and remembered that, despite her best efforts, she had failed her first adventure.  And from the look on Sarah’s face, tomorrow was going to another long day.  Amanda sunk into the tub and let the water wash over her head.  ‘Two down; five to go,’ she thought.

to be continued...