The sound of a bird chirping outside the window woke Jennifer and she opened her eyes. The sun streamed through the open curtains and a warm fresh breeze wafted lazily into the room. She yawned, then looked over at the alarm clock. 9:45. Good. The last thing she wanted to do was to get up too early. It was a Saturday morning in early June and although she didn't mind getting up early during the week to go to work, nothing could compare to the luxury of sleeping in on a Saturday. She glanced over to the other side of the bed. It was empty. John must have gotten up earlier; he had an annoying habit of waking up at 6:30 every day of the year, even on vacation. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned again, then got out of bed. She threw on her robe and went to look for him. He wasn't down in the kitchen or in his work room; she had half-expected to find him there, glued to his computer screen. She looked in the back yard; he wasn't at the pool or working on the lawn. He wasn't out in the garage either, and his van was gone. Where did he take off to on a Saturday? she wondered. He probably had something up his sleeve. Saturday was their day for bondage games, and it wasn't like him to waste any time getting down to business. She went back into the house to get some breakfast. If he was coming back soon, she didn't want to be tied up all day without some food in her stomach. As she was opening the refrigerator, the phone rang. She walked over the phone hanging on the wall in the kitchen, and picked it up. "Hello?" "Hi, it's me, Cindy. Listen, John called me just now, and said he had to go into the office for awhile today, so if you didn't know where he was, now you know." "Oh, I see." "If you want me to, I could come over this afternoon," Cindy said. "It's been awhile since we spent some quality time together." "Uhh, you mean--" "Yup, John suggested it. He said he felt bad about not being there today, and he thought I might be able to liven up your day a bit. If you feel like it." "Uh, sure, I guess, if John doesn't mind." "No, John certainly won't mind. So, you'll be ready, right?" "Uh, you mean ready?" "Yes, sweetie, I surely do. And I expect you to do a good job getting ready, after all, I spent a lot of time teaching you this stuff, didn't I?" "Yes, Cindy, you have. Don't worry, I'll start preparing right away. What time are you going to be here?" "Now, if I told you that, It would take away some of the suspense, wouldn't it? I'll be there sometime before three. And I don't want to be disappointed." "Yes, Cindy, I'll do my best. You won't be disappointed. Bye." "Bye, love. See you soon." Jennifer hung up the phone. She felt her blood pumping slightly faster than normal as she gathered her thoughts. So John was stuck at the office. Great. Well, it didn't matter that much; after all, a visit from her friend Cindy was almost as much fun as playing with John. The circumspect conversation they had just finished was about only one thing: Jennifer submitting to her friend and allowing herself to be restrained in any way Cindy wanted. And to top it off, Cindy also expected Jennifer to save her some of the work, and tie herself up before Cindy arrived. Jennifer felt her heart flutter as she pondered her options. How should she tie herself up? Where should she position herself? Should she start now, and be immobilized for what could be several hours, or should she wait, and take the chance of Cindy showing up early and being very upset because she hadn't played by the rules of their game? The options were endless. She decided she would get started as soon as possible. Forty-five minutes later she was done. She sat still for a moment, catching her breath. It had taken a lot of effort to get herself into the spot she was in, and she hoped Cindy would appreciate it. She tentatively tried to move her legs, but the ropes she had tied around them proved to be more than a match for her. She tugged on her wrists, but they remained pinioned behind her. She shook her head, partly out of frustration and partly in an attempt to shake off the hood she had donned, but accomplished nothing. She could neither move nor see nor speak. And she could feel the familiar feeling of arousal starting to spread throughout her body. Cindy would be happy. Cindy drove quickly through the winding suburban streets leading to her friend Jennifer's house. It was almost two, and she didn't want to be late for her visit. By now Jennifer should have herself packaged and sealed, and she didn't want to keep her waiting too long. Cindy's mind wandered as she drove. She couldn't believe three years had passed since their first real physical experience with each other. Cindy smiled as the memory played in her head. It had been a cool, breezy day in early May. Cindy and Jennifer were sitting in Jennifer's kitchen, drinking coffee and talking. They had gone shopping earlier, and they had spent the last hour trying on some of the summer outfits they had just bought. Cindy was wearing nothing out of the ordinary, just a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a white cotton blouse splashed with green and yellow dots. Jennifer, however, had gone all out and had donned a tight, skimpy halter top that left little to the imagination, and pair of skin-tight jean shorts that ended just below her crotch. Cindy gazed with admiration at her friend's shapely body, wondering exactly how she managed to keep so slender. Something about the outfit bothered her, however. Cindy realized that the revealing clothes were completely out of character for her friend. She had never seen Jennifer wear a skimpy bathing suit in public before, let alone that top she was practically falling out of. Something in Jennifer's manner seemed out of place as well; she seemed to be distracted, not paying complete attention to the conversation. Cindy decided to search out the reason for her friend's odd behavior. "So, how are you and John doing?" Cindy asked. "You guys have been married almost a year now, haven't you?" "Yeah, 11 months. We're doing fine. I haven't really seen much of him in the last month or so, to tell you the truth. He's awfully busy with his job right now, ever since he got that promotion." "That's too bad. Has your sex life suffered at all?" "Cindy!" "What? You can tell me. If you can't talk to your best friend about sex, who can you talk to?" Jennifer was silent for a moment. "Well, to be honest, it's not really that great right now. John seems to be so tired all the time, it's like all his energy is going to his job and he doesn't have any left when he gets home. When he does get around to sex, it almost seems like a chore to him. Three minutes, he's done, he's asleep. I figured I'd give him a little time to adjust to things, but it's starting to get a little frustrating. I mean, . . ." Jennifer's voice trailed off. "What do you mean?" Cindy asked. "Well, I, uh, guess, uh, it's just that, um, well, I haven't had an orgasm in over three weeks!" Jennifer finished, and immediately her cheeks turned red. "Oh, that's too bad!" Cindy smiled. She didn't seem to be half as embarrassed at discussing the intimate details of her friend's life as Jennifer did. The room was silent for a minute. Jennifer studied the rim of her coffee cup. "I know what you need to do," Cindy said thoughtfully. "You need to surprise him. Something that'll get his attention on you and away from his job." "Yes, but what?" Jennifer asked. "I just bought some new lingerie and I don't think he even noticed. I came on to him on that picnic we took out in the woods last week, but he fell asleep before I had a chance to get his shirt off." "You've got to try something a little more radical, maybe. Hey, I've got an idea!" "What? Tell me!" "Just a minute. Do you have, like, a silk scarf here?" Cindy asked. "Yes, I've got a couple. Why?" "Hang on, I'll tell you in a minute! Now, be a dear and go get me those scarves." Jennifer stared quizzically at her friend, but Cindy wasn't betraying anything. Jennifer shrugged her shoulders, and headed for her bedroom. She came back a minute later carrying three brightly colored silk scarves, which she deposited on the kitchen table. "Great! Those are exactly what I had in mind," Cindy smiled. "Now, have a seat and I'll demonstrate what my idea is." Jennifer, eager to find out what her friend was up to, quickly resumed her seat. Cindy picked up one of the scarves and walked around the table, positioning herself behind her friend. She folded the scarf in half diagonally, and quickly tied it around Jennifer's head, effectively blindfolding her. "Hey, what are you doing? You said you were going to tell me what your plan was!" "Sshh, no complaining now. Just follow my instructions, and I'll tell you as soon as I'm done." Cindy grabbed her friend by the hands, and pulled her out of her chair. She led her to the hallway just inside the front door. "Okay, put your hands behind your back and just stand here for a second," Cindy ordered. Jennifer hesitated, then did as she was told. As soon as her hands were behind her back, Cindy grabbed them and tied one of the scarves around her wrists, wrapping it tightly around and between to remove any slack. "Hey! Stop that! What're you doing?" Jennifer tried to pull her arms away, but it was too late. They were already pinioned behind her. Cindy reached around and removed the blindfold from her friend's eyes. "Don't worry, this isn't going to hurt, in fact it'll probably be a lot of fun. Just let me do the work." Jennifer pulled on her hands, trying to free them. "Are you sure this is necessary?" she asked. "This is something I learned from Jim," Cindy replied. When we were going out he used to tie me up all the time. One look at you and I'm pretty sure John's mind won't be at the office any more." Cindy gently pushed her friend backward until she was up against the railing of the stairway leading up. She ran one of the scarves around one of the wooden posts of the banister, and tied it through the scarf securing Jennifer's hands, attaching her to the railing. "There. Now you can't get away, even if you wanted to," Cindy teased. Jennifer didn't say anything; she was busy pulling on the scarves, trying to break free, but Cindy had tied her knots too well. Jennifer straightened up and looked at Cindy. "Okay, so now what?" "Now I go to the garage and look for some real rope. I don't think those scarves will hold you too long." With that, Cindy left her friend and headed for the garage. John had to have some rope lying around. Sure enough, she came up with several lengths of clothesline and some quarter-inch nylon rope. Cindy also picked up a brand-new roll of duct tape. She headed back to the hallway, where Jennifer was still struggling to free herself. "Relax, Jenn, you're supposed to be enjoying this," Cindy laughed. Jennifer subsided. "That's better," Cindy said. She began straightening out the rope, then moved in behind Jennifer. Jennifer watched apprehensively over her shoulder, but said nothing as Cindy began wrapping the rope over the scarves around her wrists, tying her hands even more tightly behind her. Cindy worked diligently, running the rope around Jennifer's wrists and then between to cinch the tie, making it for all practical purposes inescapable. When she was done, she still had two three-foot sections of rope dangling from Jennifer's arms, so she wrapped those around the banister as well, and tied them off on the inside of the ropes around her friend's wrists, well out of her reach. Jennifer was definitely not getting loose now. Cindy stood up and backed up several feet, surveying the effect the ropes were having on Jennifer. Jennifer's face was flushed, and her breaths seemed to be coming more quickly than usual. She paid no attention to Cindy as she looked over her shoulder and concentrated on pulling on the ropes, seeing if she could loosen them at all. They didn't budge. Cindy smiled. Jennifer looked marvelous, she thought. John would simply die when he saw her. But -- the picture wasn't quite complete yet. Cindy pulled the last scarf from her pocket where she had stored it, and rolled it into a tight ball. She approached Jennifer, who finally quit trying to escape and looked apprehensively at Cindy. Cindy stopped about a foot away, and held up the wadded scarf. "Open your mouth, please," she said. "Cindy, what are you doing --" Her voice was cut off as Cindy stuffed the scarf in her mouth in spite of her objections. Before she could spit it out, Cindy picked up the roll of tape and tore off a piece about a foot long. Over Jennifer's mouth it went, sealing in the scarf and effectively muffling her voice. Cindy placed several more pieces over Jennifer's mouth, covering the entire bottom half of her face. Jennifer's eyes were wide as she watched in mute astonishment while her friend robbed her of her voice. Not wanting to waste any time, Cindy picked up more of the nylon rope. She positioned herself behind Jennifer once again, and began to tie it around her elbows. Jennifer's voice sounded through the gag as she felt the additional restraint being applied. Cindy laughed, and patted her friend's cheek. "Believe me, dear, you'll thank me for this later." Cindy kept to her task, wrapping the rope several times around Jennifer's arms just above her elbows, then pulling it tight to bring them together as far as they would go. Jennifer grunted as she felt the strain in her shoulders, and began to whimper as Cindy cinched the rope even tighter and then tied it off. Cindy stepped back once again to admire her handiwork, and noted with pride the way Jennifer's beautiful breasts were enhanced even more by the way she had to thrust them forward. Cindy remembered the feeling this particular position had given her when she had been on the other end of the rope, and she felt a twinge of jealousy. For a moment, she wished their positions were reversed; but that wasn't going to happen, at least not today. Or was it? Cindy felt the beginnings of a plan forming in the back of her mind. Cindy returned her attention back to Jennifer, who was apparently getting used to the difficult position her arms had been placed in. She pulled tentatively at the bindings on her wrists, although the effort seemed to be more for show than anything else. She gave up, and looked questioningly at her friend. Cindy stared back thoughtfully for a minute, then strode forward. "I don't believe you'll need this anymore," she said with a laugh as she reached for the halter top Jennifer was wearing. Jennifer tried to pull away, but couldn't go anywhere, and Cindy quickly had the top pulled up and over her friend's head and down to her wrists, where Cindy left it. Jennifer stared down at her bare chest, arched out by the ropes around her elbows, and a blush ran across her face and down her body. She tried to turn away, but Cindy grabbed her by the shoulders and held her in place. "What are you embarrassed of? I'd kill to have a body like yours," Cindy commented. Her hand came off Jennifer's shoulder and brushed lightly down her side, just touching the outside of her breast. Jennifer closed her eyes and lowered her head, letting her hair fall forward. Cindy sank down to her knees, and put her fingers on the snap on Jennifer's shorts. Jennifer's eyes shot open again, but she didn't flinch as Cindy popped the snap and slowly undid the zipper. She languorously slid her hands over her friend's body, feeling the tension in her muscles and the slight sheen of sweat that was starting to appear. Slowly, leisurely, Cindy pulled down on the pair of shorts, letting her hands linger briefly on Jennifer's hips and rear as she did so. Down they came. Cindy stopped only when the shorts were down around Jennifer's ankles. Jennifer picked up one foot out of the shorts, and kicked them off. She stood quietly, dressed only in the briefest of white panties. Cindy swallowed. She now realized fully how beautiful Jennifer was: Her long blond hair was flowing elegantly over her shoulders, her breasts protruding proudly from her chest, displaying her now-hard nipples, her lovely legs trembling slightly. Almost hesitantly, Cindy reached up and hooked a finger under the side of Jennifer's panties. "Do you want me to take these off too?" Cindy asked, a small catch in her voice. Jennifer froze. Several seconds passed, then she nodded almost imperceptibly. Cindy gently peeled the fabric down Jennifer's hips, down her legs and to her ankles. Jennifer watched, stepping out of the panties as she had the shorts. Cindy stood up, facing her friend. Jennifer looked back, an unreadable expression in her eyes. Without a word, Cindy reached out and began caressing Jennifer's breasts. Jennifer's eyes closed once again, her head rotating slightly as Cindy gently pinched her nipples. Cindy bent down, placing her mouth over a nipple, and began to tease it with her tongue. A wordless sound escaped Jennifer's throat, and she thrashed about as Cindy's treatment continued. Cindy's mouth roamed over her chest, down her stomach, stopping just short of the neat patch of hair framing Jennifer's crotch. Another sound, this one less ecstatic, came through the gag as Cindy lifted her mouth away from her friend's body. "Sorry, sweet, I'd love to keep going, but the whole idea was to jazz up things between you and John. I really think he'll notice you this time." Jennifer nodded. "Still, I'd hate to miss my handiwork being enjoyed to its fullest, so maybe I'll stick around for awhile," Cindy continued. Jennifer looked at her hazily, the meaning of the words not penetrating to her heated brain. "Be right back," Cindy said. She opened the front door, being careful to check for any passersby before stepping through, and walked to her car. She unlocked the trunk, and looked for the bag she was hoping was still there. Bingo, she thought as she saw it. She pulled a small, nondescript gym bag out from under the spare where she had last stowed it, and opened it. Sure enough, they were there: the pair of shiny chromed handcuffs Jim had bought for her when they were still dating. She stuffed them into her back pocket, and returned to the house. When she opened up the door, Jennifer looked at her with a combination of confusion and anxiety. Cindy could see her thoughts written on her face: what was she up to now? To calm her friend, Cindy walked over to her and began to gently caress her face with her hands. "Jenn, Jenn, whatever are you worried about?" she teased. "I just know this little display will do the trick for John. And I've decided that I'm going to throw in a little extra surprise for him, just in case he doesn't get it." Cindy pulled out the handcuffs. "You see, although I didn't mind using those ropes on you today, I would've enjoyed it more if they were on me. So maybe if we both tell John what fun we've had today, he'll let us play together every once in a while. "So anyway, I'm going to get my surprise together. I'll be back in a few minutes." Cindy left Jennifer in the hallway, the look of confusion still on her face. Cindy went back to the garage, this time looking for a padlock and some sturdy chain. Sure enough, a couple of small padlocks and a set of keys were lying in John's tool cabinet. Cindy tested the keys in the locks, making sure both of them could be unlocked. She then rummaged around for some sort of chain, but all she could find was what appeared to be part of an old dog leash. Well, it would work for her purposes, Cindy thought. She picked up her acquisitions and headed to the kitchen. She needed to find a proper chair. In Jennifer's dining room she found exactly what she was looking for: a solidly built, heavy wooden chair with arm rests and a back supported by several posts. Triumphantly, she carried it to the entrance to the hallway, putting it down just outside of Jennifer's field of view. Cindy retrieved the remaining ropes, the roll of tape and Jennifer's discarded shorts and panties from the stairs behind Jennifer, pausing to grin widely at her friend, and returned to the chair. She hurriedly began removing her own clothes and underwear, throwing them in a heap in the middle of the floor. As soon as she was naked, she sat down on the chair and began the process of tying her legs together about the knees and ankles, making sure she cinched the bonds tightly and securely. When she was finished, she lifted her legs up and moved them tentatively, enjoying the sensation the ropes induced in her. She felt a slight twinge in her belly, and for a moment considered untying her knees so she could reach her pleasure center and bring herself to a climax, but resolutely continued with her self-restraint. Next she decided she would have to gag herself. She realized all the scarves were already being used in Jennifer's bondage, so she would have to find something else. A wicked thought entered her mind, and before she could change it, she picked up Jennifer's discarded panties, and with a giggle, wadded them up and stuffed them into her own mouth. Jennifer apparently had been quite excited before they had been removed, Cindy discovered. She picked up the tape and began sealing her mouth shut, taking the same care on herself as she had with her friend. The musk from the panties in her mouth increased the tingling she felt inside herself, and hurried to finish her task before her will crumbled. Her self-imprisonment was almost complete. But before she put on the finishing touches, Cindy began to push the chair out into the hallway. Jennifer stared wide-eyed at her newly-naked friend as Cindy slowly maneuvered the chair into the center of the floor. Something that sounded suspiciously like a laugh sounded from behind Jennifer's gag, and Cindy glared at her from above her own gag. But slowly, moving rather awkwardly because of her bound legs, Cindy managed to place the chair facing her friend about five feet in front of her. Cindy hopped back to the kitchen, and picked up the last piece of rope and the chain, padlocks and handcuffs. She hopped back to the chair, and considered her next move. She sat down in the chair and began working one end of the chain between her calves. She pulled it through and locked it around the cinching of her ankle bindings with one of the padlocks. She made a small loop in the opposite end of the chain, locking that in place with a padlock as well. She threaded the handcuffs through the loop at the end of the chain, leaving the loop around the short connecting chain between the cuffs. Carefully she reached down and guided the end of the chain underneath the chair and up the back, and hooked one of the cuffs around one of the posts of the chair so she would be able to reach them in a minute. The chain wasn't very long, and she found that in order to get the cuffs in a position she could reach, she had to lift her feet completely off the floor. Perfect, she thought. But before she donned the cuffs, she took the rope and worked it through the posts. She scooted back in the seat as far as she could, and wrapped the rope around her stomach and tied it off. She tried wiggling, but couldn't get the rope to budge. Almost done, she thought. Cautiously, she reached back behind the chair and felt around for the cuffs. Before her mind could stop her, she clicked on one cuff, then the other. She settled in for a long wait. She didn't have any idea when her friend's husband would be home, or if when he did return he would release either of them from their bondage. The chain connecting her hands and feet pulled on her wrists while suspending her feet above the floor, making her wait extremely uncomfortable, and, perversely, delicious. Her blood pounded in her veins as she thought of the many delightful things John might choose to do with them, and of the things she wished to do with Jennifer. Jennifer, for her part, seemed to be waiting just as anxiously as Cindy. She occasionally tried to dislodge the restraining ropes on her wrists, but settled mostly with rubbing her thighs together, trying to stimulate herself to the climax Cindy had not given her. I should have tied her legs together as well, Cindy thought to herself. She took some pleasure in seeing that Jennifer's actions didn't seem to be accomplishing much, and soon Jennifer gave up. She hung her head down, stood quietly with her feet slightly apart, chest slowly rising and falling, her arms still held securely behind her. They waited together for the sound of the front door opening.