"Well," Kari concluded, "that's how it all started for me. Michelleand I spent some great times together until she left for college.That's when I met Sydney and Beth, a year before college. That's alsowhy we are all here at the same school, pledging the same sorority, andthe best of friends."

Sydney spoke up, "Well, what do ya think?"

I didn't know what to say. Beth interjected, explaining that Kari'sstory was only the begining, Sydney and Beth's story would help herunderstand the rest.

Beth decided to let Sydney explain.

"Well, this is a long story," she began, "but I think you'll understandeverything by the time I have finished."

"Beth and I have known each other since we were little kids, our parentswere great friends. We used to get together evry weekend, and oftenweek nights. They used to have small parties and invite a few friends.When we were little, we used to just play upstairs in the playroomquietly. As we got older, we would more and more frequently spy on ourparents and friends downstairs. By the time we were ten or eleven, wehad figured out that these parties were `sex parties' and that what wasgoing on usually involved bondage and domination, althought we didn'tknow to call it that at the time.

As we got older, we used to play all kinds of games, and we began tomimic some of the things we were seeing our parents and their friendsdo. We'd play dress-up with some of my mom's clothes, her lingerie, andsometimes we'd play around with some kinky stuff.

One night we were watching from the top of the stairs when we saw ourmothers kissing each other. Immediately, we looked at each other. Wehad no idea what sex was about, after all we had both been throughCatholic schools since we were old enough to remember. No one evertalked about sex with us.

We went up stairs to my playroom and began kissing each other like wehad seen our moms do it. We both started getting very excited. Webegan groping each other and feeling each other's pussies and titties.We decided to try some other things too. I got two pair of handcuffsfrom my parents room and locked them on Beth, one set on her wristsbehind her back, and another on her ankles. We played for a long timelike that, I felt her up and played with her and kissed her and sheloved every minute of it. Then, I wanted to switch, so I tried torelease the catch to open the cuffs. I found out that the catch wasn'ta catch, and we needed a key. We both paniced like crazy.

We tried everything to get her out of the cuffs, but to no avail.Finally, late in the night, Beth's mom called up, telling her it wastime to go. We tried everything to put off the inevitable, but Beth'smom was climbing the steps and in seconds she would be in the room.

When she openned the door, she seemed shocked, but not as upset as wehad thought she might be. She called down to Sydney's mom, who camerunning up. When they saw Beth's predicament, they both began to laugh,and pulled the door shut.

Beth's mom asked us what we were doing, and we both responded at thesame time. We said we were `playing.' Again, this brought giggles fromour moms.

I remember my mom saying, if you are going to play, you have to learn toplay right. She talked to Beth's mom for a few minutes, and then gotthe keys and released Beth. She told Beth's mom to `send the boys toyour place.' Beth's mom left and returned several minutes later.

I told Beth it looked like she was sleeping over. We giggled. Bethasked sheepishly if we were in trouble and my mom said we weren't, shetold us there was nothing wrong with being curious about sex, and thatwe shouldn't be ashamed of ourselves or feel uncomfortable talkingabout it. She asked us some questions: `How long have you been playing?Do you just play with each other? Are there any boys? What things havewe tried?'

We told her everything, especially about using the handcuffs for thefirst time. Then we asked questions about our moms and dads, and whatthey were doing. She answered openly and honestly. My mom told us thatshe had some rules to tell us. Number one, don't use anything that youdon't understand or know how to get out of. Bondage, as she called it,was fun, but could be dangerous if not done correctly. Number two, ifyou ever want to use anything or try anything out ask her permissionfirst. That was she could show us how to use it and teach us whatthings were for. Third, if there were any questions, we could ask atany time, for any reason. Fourth, no more peeking. She made us promiseto stop spying on her and her guests, she said it wasn't very nice andit interfered with very private and special moments between closefriends. We agreed to everything.

Our moms then offered to take us on a tour and show us all of theequipment they had in the house. We both were excited, and thought itwould be fun. We got dressed, and started the tour.

First, we went to my parent's bedroom, and she pointed to a smalljewelry box on top of the dresser. She opened the top and pointed tothree rings of keys. She told us that there was a key to every lock orpiece of equipment on each ring. If you ever lock something, a key onthis ring will open it. She took one ring and closed the box.

She opened the bottom dresser drawer and began pulling out assortedleather pieces, straps, and strange looking devices. We were both wideeyed and curious. In the next drawer up, she pulled out some clips andclamps and several switches and a couple of paddles. She set everythingout on the bed.

Now, I want to show you everything, she told us, and Beth's mom agreed.There are two types of things here, one type you put on someone, theother type you hold and use. We'll start with the one's you put onsomeone. They are designed to make it hard to move around or to makesomeone uncomfortable.

Did you like the handcuffs Beth? Her mom asked. She nodded. Why?Beth told her that she liked not being able to move, to feel helplessand vulnerable. How about you Sydney? I told her I hadn't tried it,but it sounded fun. They both smiled.

When your mom and I play, we like to feel helpless too, my mom told us.Now, I want to show you what each of these is for.

First, she showed us the handcuffs, teaching us how to tighten them,unlock them, and stop them from sliding shut. She spent most of thetime explaining safety issues, telling us how tight was too tight, whatcould happen if they were left on too long, or too tightly, etc. Thenshe had us practice, locking them on our own wrists, and unlocking them,over and over, feeling different tightnesses, and different places, andcomfort levels.

Next she had us try on the leather cuffs, again explaining how to usethem safely and how to lock and unlock them. She showed us how to putthem on the wrists and on the forearms and elbows and what each feltlike. She also told us how we needed support and how falling down couldbe very dangerous. We both liked the leather ones better than the metalones, they were much more comfortable.

She repeated the same process over with leg and ankle cuffs. She showedus different collars and taught us how to use them too.

Beth's mom then took over and started showing us how to use nippleclamps and pussy clamps, having us test them out on our fingers and thewebs between our fingers. She showed us which were strong, and weak,which were adjustable, and which were color coded based on the strength.Red meant strong, yellow middle, green the weakest, just like trafficlights.

She taught us all about safe words, code words and ways to communicate"more" or "less" and "too tight" or "too loose" without saying thosewords.

Finally, they both showed us the paddles and some light whips together.We tested the paddles on our hands and thighs, and we learned how to usethe whips, although neither of us were any good with them. If we everwanted to use the whips, they told us, we'd need alot of supervisedpractice before we'd be allowed.

For the next couple of hours, our moms lectured to us about every safetyrule they could think of. What not to do, what to be careful of, whereto tie things and not tie things. They also told us what others mightthink of our new found interest. We decided to keep it a secret.

They also talked to us about the special love women can share with eachother. This part was something that was new to us, but seemed to beright and even natural. By the end we confessed we had no interest inboys. They thought that was funny, for whatever reasons (we still don'tknow to this day).

We were very lucky in two respects. First, our parents didn't have anyhangups about our being lesbian, and second, they allowed us to exploreit together, with their help. They agreed that they would be therewhenever we needed them or wanted them to help, but they wouldn't spy onus, and we wouldn't spy on them. They taught us that bondage is a veryspecial and private activity, it was sharing and trust.

It was really late, and we decided we had to get to bed. We wereexhausted from our whirlwind tour of the world of B&D. We barely slept,though, we were exhausted, but so excited that Beth and I talked almostall night, we talked about everything we had seen and how excited itmade us. It was we could do to not rush in and try it all out.Eventually, we slept, but not for long, and not well.

We got maybe two or three hours, we were both up at the crack of dawn,ready to explore (it was Saturday) our new found world. We knocked onmy mom's door, and hear no answer, we knock again and again, untilfinally a groggy voice screamed out, go away, go back to bed. Wecouldn't. Instead we went down and got some breakfast. While we wereeating we each discussed the things we liked and wanted to try the most.We were getting incredibly excited when we heard a car pull up. Ourdads were back. They came in and asked us how the evening went. Weblushed and told them it was fantastic. We told them our moms werestill asleep. They chuckled and went upstairs.

We didn't see them until late afternoon. We figured they had been'playing' and we knew we couldn't interupt. Actually, we were impatientand starting to get fed up. We decided that we didn't need all thefancy stuff to play, so we went around the house gathering up things wecould use, and some of the 'household' things our moms had taught usabout.

We found rope, some ace bandages, some old ties, and a roll of very wideroll of clear tape. We both wanted to go first. We ended up flipping acoin to decide. Beth won, so I tied her first. I made her take off allher clothes, and then I started by tying her wrists behind her back witha long piece of cord. I was being very careful and she, in response,wiggled her hands, rubbing her palms against each other back and forth.That was the signal for 'tighter.' I undid the whole mess and startedover. I thought it was maybe too tight, but she was fine with it. Ikept checking her fingers for numbness and color change, but they werefine. Next, I took a tie and placed it under her elbows, looping itaround and tying a gentle knot. I rubbed her shoulders and massaged herback, as I slowly began tightening the knot, bringing her elbowstogether. When her elbows were touching, I tied it off tight. The onlything I remember was her saying "Oh God, Sydney, this feels soooo good,do more, do more!" As I walked in front of her I noticed that the wayshe was tied made her breasts stick out really far. I rubbed and lickedher nipples and she moaned and moaned repeatedly. I guess we were 16 orso, and we both were begining to develop rather nicely. The emphasis,though, was remarkable. I remember telling her how pretty she looked.She told me how sexy she felt.

I had Beth lie down on the bed, and got some more of the cord, and begantying her ankles down to the bed frame, so that her legs were spreadapart. It was all we had, and she thought she could more around toomuch, but we made do with it. Right in front of me was Beth's beautifultrim, furry pussy. I remember getting really wet just looking at hertied, helpless and beautiful as she was.

I asked her if she was comfortable, and she said she was. I rubbed allaround her tummy and thighs and pussy, but didn't touch it. She keptbegging me to touch her there, but for some reason I just couldn't. Icrawled on top of her and gave her a huge, wet, sloppy kiss. I thenwiped her face and asked her if she was o.k. again. She seemed inheaven!

I took the roll of clear plastic tape and tore off a long, wide piece.Gently, I smoothed it over her pretty lips. She wriggled her moutharound underneath, but the tape held. I thought it looked exceptionallycute. I played around with her breasts and thighs and belly, scratchinglightly and pinching and watching her reactions. Soon, I felt like Ihad run out of things to do. I looked at Beth and told her it was myturn. She shook her head violently from side to side, indicating thatshe wanted to continue. She seemed to want more, more of something, butI didn't know what.

Finally, out of sheer frustration, I called for my mom. She camerunning in, wearing practically nothing. She seemed alarmed. She askedif everything was o.k. I told her it was. She looked at Beth'spredicament and smiled, she checked her wrists and fingers and anklesand toes. After a complete review she asked again, what was theproblem? I sorta shrugged and asked, what do I do now?

My mom laughed. That is up to you, sweetie, completely up to you.Enjoy yourself, she said as she walked out the door, pulling it shutbehind her.

I took off my clothes and carefully examined Beth. Finally, I decidedwhat to do. I crawled up on the bed, and then I spread my legs andstraddled Beth's face. She resisted a bit at first, but then got usedto the idea and started pressing her face firmly into my groin. Shepushed and wiggled, and it felt wonderful as her smooth, tape-coveredlips slid over my pussy. I began to get wetter and wetter, and soon Iwas sliding almost uncontrolably from her chin to her nose, pushingand writhing uncontrolably. For a few moments, I think I even forgotwhere I was as I slid around on Beth's face. Finally, I felt somethinggrowing in my belly, and then shoot like electricy through my pussy, Ipressed and writhed for all I was worth. The feeling grew stronger andstronger until I was so overwhelmed I began screaming and heavinguncontrollably.

I had my first orgasm. I could smell the odor of my sex as I liftedmyself off of Beth. She was staring at me half-afraid, half-thrilled bywhat had just happened. Her face was dripping with my juices, and herhair was matted down by them around the corners of her face. I askedher if she wanted to try, she nodded ethusiastically, and I beganuntying her.

Now it was Beth's turn to tie me.

Beth began by taking an ace bandage and wrapping it around my head overmy eyes. When she was done, it fit snuggly and completely block all ofmy sight. It scared me a little, but also sent that same sensation intomy belly. I knew I was getting horny again. She took the roll of tapeand placed a wide strip over my mouth and began winding the whole rollaround my head, wrapping my face from my chin to my nose. I couldbarely squeak out a sound. It felt very warm and secure somehow. Bethgave me a great big hug, and then told me to wait quietly until she cameback.

I knew she was going to see if she could get into the drawer where mymom kept her things. When I heard her return, the sound of jingling andrustling betrayed the fact that her mission was a success.

She told me to lay back and enjoy, she was going to do to me all thethings she had wished I had done to her. The tone of her voice wasconfident, committed, I knew she understood exactly what I was feeling.I wanted to say "yes, yes, do me!" But I couldn't utter a single word.

I felt the leather cuffs on my wrists and elbows, binding me just as Ihad bound her. Slowly they were eased together and tightened, and Icould imagine how I looked, sitting tall, with my breasts stuck outproud and firm.

She let me sit for a while to get used to my sightless, gagged, boundposition. Finally, she reached out and touched my breasts gently. Sheflicked at my nipples, nibbled on them and teased them gently.

The next sensation I felt was a firm, cold, biting sensation on my rightnipple. She was slowly applying one of the small clamps to my breast.Finally, the pain became constant, and I noticed my breathing hadincreased, I was almost snorting through my nose. The sensation wasn'tso much painful, as it was uncomfortable, finally, it became almostnumb. My breathing returned to normal, and Beth continued by applyingthe other clamp to my left nipple. My breathing became heavy, as Iwanted to cry out, but the pain again subsided.

Next, Beth told me to lean back, and I rested comfortably on my arms. Ifelt her putting a cuff on each ankle, then straps on each thigh. Sheslowly slid my ankles toward my thighs, eventually clipping the anklecuff to the back of each thigh. I found the more I spread my legs, themore comfortable it was. After a few minutes, my legs were spread 180degree, and my dripping, soaking pussy, was fully exposed.I felt totally helpless and totally exposed. My nipples began to slowlythrob. I wanted the clamps off so badly, but at the same time, I wascompletely excited that I couldn't take them off myself. My attentionwas focused again on my pussy as I felt Beth's soft fingers proding andpoking and pinching me there. My chest heaved as she took hold of eachof my pussy lips, and again gently and slowly released the pressure ontwo clamps. She then began gently tugging at each clamp, pulling mewide open, and then letting my pussy slowly close. She was laughing andgiggling as she tugged, all the while, watching my breathing speed upand slow down as she became more and more intense in her treatment of myswollen pussy lips.

Slowly she began rubbing my clit with her finger, slowly andmethodically, I got hotter and hotter. With her other hand she begantugging at my stretched pussy lips, again and again. I had the weirdestfeeling, a mixture of incredible pleasure and sharp pain. Slowly again,the sensation started to build, and build, until again, I was trying toscream, and writhe, but this time, I couldn't. The feeling of beinghelpless intensified and made me tingle all over. I desparately wantedto be free, but yet, I also desparetly wanted to stay bound. I wanted tocry out, but was doubly excited that I couldn't. I wanted sheerpleasure, but also loved the pain. For a period of time, I can'tremember how long, I completely lost my mind as I came over and overagain.

When the wildness subsided, Beth told me she was going to keep me likethis. She told me to savor the feeling, the sensatations. She left metied for an hour, all the while subtly touching, proding, poking andtugging at all of my most sensative areas.

When I was done, she untied me, and I asked if she wanted me to do her.Beth almost screamed, I thought you'd never ask. Fifteen minutes later,Beth was tied, I teased her and shortly thereafter, she had her ownmind-blowing orgasm, coming over and over and over."

"Well," Beth said, "that was our first time."

I asked, "So what does this all have to do with me?"

Again they all looked at each other.

"Well, that my dear, is the end of the story," Kari said, "you ready tohear it? Or do you need some time to process all of this?"

I told them to go on. The excitement was building inside my belly, justlike Sydney had discussed.

"I want to hear it all, it sounds great!"

They all smiled, and Kari began to talk again.

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