A lesson well taught 2 | bondage story | tight rope bound, escape, gagged

It was one of her all too rare days off work so she made the fateful decision to drop around and say hello to her best friend, Traci (Tracy with an 'i' as she was forever reminding everybody) who was convalescing after an recent bad bout of the flu. As her work had been quiet lately, Traci's understanding boss had told her not to worry about coming in until next week.

Bored and cranky after being stuck indoors for a whole week, Traci had been delighted to see Joanne again and she'd immediately suggested they pop out for a bite at the local Vietnamese eatery just around the corner in the inner city suburb of Richmond where the girls lived.

Over an excellent lunch of delicious crispy spring rolls served with baby bamboo shoots and lettuce, chilli beef, salted fried calamari and far too many glasses of chilled wine, the conversation inevitably rolled around to sex in the casual manner it will always inevitably arise between a pair of healthy, sexually active physically attractive young women. The natural blonde Traci's sunny good looks complimented the dark sultry sexiness of her Puerto Rican friend, Joanne. As bubbly and effervescent as a bottle of spring water, the more slightly reserved Joanne acted as a foil for her outgoing, extroverted friend. Traci had always been somewhat out there and it was an element of her friend's personality which never failed to amuse her friend. Like the outrageous shiny black, short and impossibly smooth double-breasted PVC trench she'd worn despite the warmth of the day, thus ensuring only about every member of the opposite sex would spot them along the way. Unsurprisingly, neither girl ever had much trouble picking up – although both were currently single.

"So what turns you on?" Traci gigglingly said.

"Huh?" Embarrassed, Joanne glanced downwards. Although she'd known Traci for years, the directness of her question had thrown her off guard. "Wha… what turns me on?"

"Yeah." Traci smiled before draining her glass. I mean, like… fantasies, that kind of thing."

"Like twelve inch African cock?" Traci's appetite for meat was well known among their tightly knit clique of girlfriends.

"Well, yessss…" Traci exploded before almost choking. "That kind of thing. Whatever floats your boat. Tell Traci," she giggled. "Tell all."

"Ohhhh… I don't know…" Joanne hesitantly began. "I'm not very adventurous."

"Come on…" Traci wheedled. "There must be something."

"I'd like to kiss and cuddle in front of the fire," Joanne mused. "Kissing the man I love under the palm trees on a deserted tropical beach."

"That sounds lovely," Traci smiled. "Very romantic. I like that too but… I meant something a little more… kinky, if you know what I mean?"

"Kinky?" Joanne uncomfortably squirmed in her seat. This conversation wasn't going the way she'd expected and she stared into her friend's earnest eyes before blushing. Surely…. not? No, of course not, she couldn't possibly know.

"Yeah… kinky – you know, like… like picking out different flavours instead of vanilla when you're eating ice-cream. We're not talking about missionary here," Traci giggled.

"Oh I see…" Joanne carefully replied. She had no idea what to say.

"So… There must be something which turns you on, even if it's only something you've thought about trying," Traci gently probed.

"Um…" Joanne bit her lip. She couldn't face Traci. "You promise not to laugh if I tell you?"

"Puzzled, "Yeah sure… I'm pretty open-minded – it takes a lot to shock me."

"Hope you won't be too shocked then."

Traci laughed. That was one of the things she loved about Jo – her occasionally very dry sense of humour. "Try me."

"I remember watching this video about a year ago… Some movie called 'Bound' or other. A couple of girls had been kidnapped and… tied up and um, well…" Joanne hung her head. "I was kinda wondering what it would be like being tied up like those girls…" she whispered.

"Really? Oh my word..." Traci was so surprised she was momentarily lost for words. "Any particular reason why?" she eventually asked after an awkward silence.

"I… I don't know why," Joanne miserably replied. "When I think about the way they'd been tied up and… Um… I get this really strange feeling up here…" She pointed to her chest before reddening again and poking the half-cold remains of her calamari around on the plate. "… and I just get really wet even just thinking about what being tied up might feel like."

"If you don't mind my asking… but why?"

"Um… Honestly, I just don't know why… I've got no idea why," Joanne sighed. "I just wonder what it would be like feeling that helpless… You know… like being bound and gagged in such a way I couldn't escape and being forced to wait for release or rescue. I mean for God's sake… gagged – can you believe that?" Traci's bland, neutral expression wasn't giving anything away and she sighed before continuing. "Sometimes I even put my hands behind my back before pretending that I've been tied up." Anxiously, "Don't you think that's a bit far out? You don't think I should go see a shrink or something?"

"Mmm, I see."

Joanne rolled her eyes before viciously attacking the defenseless calamari cowering beneath the last layer of lettuce. "Well?"

"Sorry, I was just a little… surprised," Traci mildly replied. She couldn't believe her thoroughly nice, conservative pal had such a wild streak.

"Yeah… I kinda got that impression."

"I just never knew you had it in you, you kinky randy little thing you!" Traci teased.

"Don't laugh at me!" Upset and embarrassed, Joanne couldn't understand why even Traci of all people found this funny. Well of course. She should've known, shouldn't she? "It's not funny!"

"Sorry…" Traci held up one hand. "Peace… I was only teasing you," she hastily continued. "Anyway, seriously… I don't think there's anything unusual or strange about this… tying-up thing of yours."

"Sure?" Joanne's voice was disbelieving. Traci was a great person but she could be such a annoying bloody little tease sometimes. There weren't many sacred cows with her around.

"Honest…" Traci smiled. "More wine?" she asked before indicating the almost empty bottle.

"Um… I don't think so," Joanne slowly replied. "I think I've had enough already."

"No worries," Traci smiled before pouring herself another glass. "It's sure got a bit of a kick huh?"

"Yeah…."

"Anyway… look, there's really nothing wrong with you," Traci carefully said between trying to keep her face as neutral as possible. "Honestly, your… feelings are quite normal."

"Normal?" Joanne exclaimed. "Bullshit."

Traci grinned. "Yes, really. Normal. One hundred percent normal," she carefully enunciated. "Lots of people fantasise about this kind of thing."

"Oh really. How would you know?" Joanne challenged.

"Did you know there's a word for this kind of thing?" Traci calmly asked – although she was feeling anything but.

"Huh?" Traci was slipperier than a politician - always obfuscating and sidestepping even the most direct questions with the ease of Beckham avoiding a tackle.

"Yeah… Bondage." Traci's eyes bored into hers and she squirmed again.

"Bondage… ?" she weakly replied. "I thought it was all about…"

"Whips and chains?" Traci deftly answered her question.

"Yeah…" Joanne nodded again.

"Not so," Traci smiled. "Sure, bondage is about restraint – of the kind you like but… it's not about whips and chains, pain or anything like that."

"Oh… I see…"

"It can be - and is very erotic and loving," Traci continued. "Some people say that being tied up is like receiving an extended hug. It makes them feel good and safe. And of course, it's a major turn-on as well."

"How come you know all this?" Joanne suspiciously asked. "You seem to know an awful lot about this… bondage thing."

"Ahhh… I was wondering when you were going to get around to asking," Traci grinned. "Would you be surprised if I told you that I really enjoy this kind of thing as well?"

"Oh my God!" Joanne was so stunned she almost choked before hurriedly swallowing. "You mean… you're into… bondage?"

"Yeah… Not the whips and chains kind of thing. Just erotic rope bondage – like the kind you were telling me about."

"But… how… why?" Joanne weakly asked.

"I used to play cops and robbers all the time with my neighbours when I was young," Traci happily replied, "and I used to get tied up all the time and… I guess somewhere along the way, I realised how much I enjoyed being tied up – as in bound hand and foot and gagged – especially if it was nice and tight so I couldn't escape or anything." Her voice was suddenly reflective. "I always used to ask them to use as much rope as possible so I couldn't possibly escape."

"Oh wowwww…" Joanne breathed before uncomfortably shifting position. A great heat was flaring outwards between her suddenly aching crotch. Despite the coolness of the afternoon, she could feel sweat beading on her forehead – and it wasn't an entirely comfortable sensation. Hopefully Traci wouldn't notice how much this was affecting her. All this tying-up talk was making her hot. "That's amazing. Go on?"

Traci's laughing eyes radiated pure amusement and Joanne bit her lip before hurriedly addressing the last unfortunate morsel of calamari she'd winkled out of its green hidey-hole. She felt as though Traci could see straight through her soul.

"Anyway… I guess that's why I was so surprised when you started telling me about everything as well," Traci continued, "because that's exactly how I feel about being tied up as well. I just get so, so hot then I have to… well you know."

"Oh my word…" Joanne disbelievingly shook her head before a horrible suspicion assailed her brain. "Is… Is this why you were… asking me about fantasies and all that kind of thing?"

"Guilty as charged," Traci giggled. "Yeah… Sorry… I should have told you earlier but… I was worried you might be upset or angry or something… you know? So yeah, anyway, I decided to find out how you felt about everything in a round-about way."

"Mmm… that's OK, I understand," Joanne smiled. "But honestly, I'm… shocked."

"I'm shocked as well," Traci grinned. "By the way… I was just wondering… you've never been tied up, have you?"

"N-oo…" Joanne admitted. She was already feeling much better now. Her friend hadn't turned into an alien or anything. "I've never been tied up, would you believe? But… you know… I'd like to find out what it feels like."

Suddenly their eyes met and Joanne felt as if the earth was tilting beneath her feet as they shared a silent exchange of such empathy it made her head swim.

"You want?" Traci eventually asked.

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"Um… I want," Joanne slowly replied. Her heart was a hammer.

"Terrific," Traci beamed. "I just can't believe this is happening."

"I can't either," Joanne sighed. "Uh, what does being tied up really feel like?"

"Honey, there's only one way to find out isn't there?"

"Yeah… I guess so," Joanne admitted. Her chest was so tight it hurt. She was going to be tied up. Bound and… gagged for the first time in her life. "Er... Traci, if you're going to tie me up, are you… um… going to gag me as well?"

"Of course!" Traci exclaimed. "You can't have one without the other. Would you order those spring rolls without the lettuce? Of course not. Same with bondage. You want me to tie you up, fine. But if I tie you up then I'll gag you as well. Now then… you still want this or not?"

Joanne nervously nodded. What on earth had she let herself in for? "Yeah… I was just asking. I do want to be gagged as well," she eventually admitted. "I really want to find out what it's like being really helpless… you know, bound, gagged and unable to move or escape."

"Wowww…" Traci breathed. She couldn't believe this was happening. "You really are hot to trot, aren't you?"

"Yeah… I don't know why I'm doing this though."

Traci laughed. "Dearest Jo… try not to worry too much. Being tied up is such good fun. I really love it."

"Yeah I know… that's why I want to have a go," Joanne smiled while the butterflies in her stomach cranked up the rhythm. "But… I just can't help feeling a bit nervous though."

Sympathetically, "That's normal. Anyway, look… tell you what. I'll tie you up, gag you the way you want, so you can find out what it feels like but… if you're not happy, I'll untie you straightaway, I really mean that."

"Thanks…" Joanne gustily exhaled; unaware she'd been holding her breath. "I feel better now." Suddenly bold again, she said, "I'm really looking forwards to this."

"So am I," Traci giggled. "Better than shopping huh?" The girls had been planning to hit the discount shops of Bridge Street later. The sales were on and they'd been looking forwards to a couple of leisurely hours of window shopping and trying on everything.

"Well, I guess I won't have to worry about murdering the credit card, will I?"

"No, because you'll be all tied up," Traci joked.

"Great shopping or diet therapy."

"Yes, just imagine the possibilities," Traci smirked. "Great way to deal with those midnight snacks once and for all huh? But…"

"But what?"

"I fear you'll find you've exchanged one addiction for another," Traci giggled.

"Being tied up is really that good huh?" Joanne curiously asked.

"Yeah… I love being bound and gagged so much…" Traci sighed. "It's the best thing in the world."

"Must be really good if you like it so much." Joanne hugged herself. What would her journey into bondage be like? "I just can't wait to begin."

"Me too… Anyway… shall we?"

Yeah…" Joanne nervously mumbled before scanning her empty plate. No survivors. She'd successfully dealt with every one of the calamari. Mmm… yummy. "Shall we?"

"I still can't believe we're doing this," Joanne mused while they strolled back home. It was a nice day. Unusually, it warm and sunny and the lightest of breezes was caressing her tingling skin. They didn't have far to walk and she was acutely aware that she would very soon be a bound and gagged prisoner.

"You'd better believe it," Traci giggled before happily glancing around. "Lovely day huh? Better make the most of it because it could be the last time you'll be seeing the sun for a while."

"Yeah…" If Joanne had known just how prophetic Traci's throwaway line would be, she would never have agreed to returning to her place and her life would have continued unchanged since completing university.

"I've got you now, me hearty." Traci rubbed her hands together in what she fondly believed was her best villain manner. "I've got you now and you're going to tell me where the money is."

"Oh get away with you," Joanne laughed. "If you're lucky I'll give you the change from my pocket."

"Oh thanks… you're all heart," Traci giggled. "I can see that sterner measures will be called for."

"Oh, don't tie and gag me please!" Joanne happily played along. "I'll be good. Promise. I'll give you anything you want."

"Your Mercedes sports would be a good start," Traci mused.

"Sorry… no can do," Joanne smiled.

"Oh, that's just too bad," Traci murmured. "Guess I'll have to tie you up then."

"I guess so," Joanne giggled before impulsively hugging Traci. "Thanks for being such a great friend and all."

"Hope you'll still feel the same way later," Traci teased.

"Who knows? Just do your worst," Joanne gigglingly challenged.

"That I shall, Jo, that I shall," Traci solemnly replied.

"Oh my God!" Joanne gasped as Traci unceremoniously dumped everything on her bed. She had never seen so much rope in all her life! There was miles and miles of white cotton cord all neatly cut in varying lengths and sizes. And what on earth was all this other stuff?

Traci's smile was huge as she noticed Joanne's surprise. "Gotta make sure you don't escape," she quipped

"Yeah right!" Joanne grinned. "But what is all this stuff? Where did everything come from? Some of Traci's bondage paraphernalia was relatively familiar such as the handcuffs she saw on TV shows such as Blue Heelers or the news but most of it was totally alien to her. And that shiny black… rubber contraption had to be a straitjacket although she couldn't fathom the need for all those buckles and straps. The rest of her toys might as well have arrived straight from Mars. More shiny black straps, long shiny bars of varying lengths, leather tubes with laces and straps sticking out of them... and any number of… gags? Some of them looked exactly like the kind of instruments of torture the Daleks might've favoured. Oh my God…

Suddenly Joanne felt much less sure about this bondage thing… Oh well, in for a penny, out for a pound. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to a glossy red ball mounted amidst an intimidating array of shiny black straps and silver buckles. It was lying to another, exactly similar number and as far as she could see, the only difference was the size of the ball. The second one was significantly larger and she wondered how anybody could possibly wear it, let alone for any length of time.

"Oh that?"

Joanne swallowed nervously as Traci proudly lifted the ball aloft as if showing off a trophy bass. Freddy Krueger would've loved it.

"It's a ballgag," she smiled. "I guarantee this'll keep you nice and quiet."

"Oh…" she faintly replied. She was also not at all sure about having that thing stuffed in her mouth. It looked awfully large. How was she ever going to fit it between her mouth? And it wasn't even as big as the other one!

Sensing her nervousness, Traci smiled again before placing a protective arm around her shoulders. "I understand you're still new to all this of course. We'll just start you off gently, ok?"

"Yeah… thanks."

"No worries," she smiled before mischievously adding, "I won't use it on you this time. Only if you're naughty."

"I guess I'd better be very good then…"

"Don't worry, I'll keep that in mind," Traci giggled before happily showing off everything else between explaining its use or purpose.

Joanne couldn't help feeling faint by the time Traci reached that unbelievable leather armbinder with its collection of laces and straps. Houdini would've hated it. It certainly looked escape-proof enough. A ring was attached to the bottom of the single sleeve and Traci was saying, "Sometimes my boyfriend used to tie a rope to that ring there before passing everything between my legs… Certainly made life interesting, I can tell you!" She had had no idea that bondage was quite this involved.

She disbelievingly shook her head as Traci dumped the armbinder on her bed. "Amazing," she managed.

"We used to have so much fun together," Traci sighed and Joanne sympathetically nodded. Her friend had been totally devastated when her boyfriend (Michael something or another) had been posted overseas six months ago – and again when she'd received a letter saying he'd met somebody else in New York… No wonder she'd been so upset if all this stuff was anything to go by. They must've had a wonderful sex life of the kind she could only envy. She bit her lip before awkwardly glancing around. Traci was more or less over everything now but one could never be quite sure. "Yeah, I sure bet you did," she carefully replied. "I think I'm beginning to understand why you like bondage so much," before giggling, "This is turning me on already."

"It always has that effect on me as well," Traci smiled. "Even just looking at everything is enough to get me going never mind when I'm being tied up." She looked into Joanne's eager face and her heart melted. How often had she felt this way as well? "Anyway… enough chit chat already. What say we get going now?"

"Yeah… OK," Joanne slowly replied while an excitement so great it momentarily left her dizzy invaded her aching chest. She was going to be tied up now. The ropes were waiting…

"We won't use the other stuff yet," Traci decided before selecting several pieces of rope. "We'll start off with this first and see how you go."

"Ok…" Joanne happily replied. "I'm all yours."

"Atta girl," Traci cheered. "That's the spirit. Anyway, what say we move on over to the lounge," she suggested. "We'll have more room there."

"Lead on, Mac Duff."

"Ok, strip."

"You heard me," Joanne smiled. "Strip. Take your clothes off."

"Are you sure this is necessary?" Joanne hesitantly asked. She hadn't expected being forced to disrobe like this. Although they'd swum and played tennis together before showering and changing afterwards, this situation was totally different.

"Absolutely," Traci smiled before gently adding, "Honey I wouldn't ask you to do anything I wouldn't do myself. Besides, I want you to find out what it really feels like being tied up and that's why I want you to take your clothes off."

"Yeah Ok," Joanne nodded before carefully discarding her casual jacket and denim skirt. This was just all really amazing. They hadn't even begun and already she felt quite helpless. Perhaps this was one reason she was being forced to undress – to reinforce who held the controlling strings here. Her skin was already goose-pimpling as she methodically unbuttoned her blouse. In a way, half the fun was the anticipation as well, wasn't it? she thought before laying it over an armchair before proudly standing in front of Traci with only her lace-edged purple satin bra and matching traditionally cut undies covering her important bits. The seat of her panties was already wet and soggy with her arousal and she coloured before hoping Traci wouldn't notice.

"Wowww… Looking good, babe," Traci cheered again. "At least all that exercise is paying off anyway."

"Sure is." Joanne happily nodded. Her washboard stomach and slim, firm thighs had come at a cost but the results were well worth it.

"Anyway, times a wasting, babe," Traci smiled. "Let's get you tied up good n' tight then we'll sort out where that money is."

"Never!" Joanne bravely exclaimed while her stomach churned inside. "I shall never, never talk!"

"Way to go, girl," Traci approvingly smiled before carefully selecting a piece of cord. "I think we'll do your legs first and I'll show you how it's done along the way as well."

"Sure," Joanne smiled before hurriedly planting herself on the comfortable couch. Her knees were all but about to seize up on her. She was just about ready to declare her crotch a disaster zone as well. "Sounds good to me."

She closed her eyes before shivering with pure, unalloyed excitement while Traci shook the rope out on the floor. This was really it now – she was about to be tied up for the very first time in her life and she couldn't help feeling as if she'd stepped aboard a run-away roller coaster as Traci formed a loop in the exact center of the cords she was holding.

"I'm making a lark's head knot," Traci suddenly said. "Ok put your legs together now… yes, like that…" before leaning downwards and gently pushing her ankles together and passing the coiled rope around them. "I'm pulling the rope through now… like so…" Traci carefully said while she continued pulling everything through, "and now I've created the anchor point."

"What's it for?" Joanne asked while she breathlessly peered downwards. The ropes were very white against her brown legs and she shivered again before trying to ignore the conflagration below.

"Good question," Traci grinned. "I'll use that as the anchor when I cinch up everything after tying your legs together so nothing slips or loosens. Can't have you escaping on me. At least not until you've told me where your money is!" she giggled.

"Of course not," Joanne smiled before hugging herself. Hopefully she would never be able to escape!

Slyly, "Although I somehow get the impression that's it's the last thing you want."

Suddenly embarrassed, Joanne stared downwards. How on earth had Traci so accurately divined her thoughts?

"Sorry… I was only teasing. That's how I feel as well, you know," Traci smiled before kneeling. "There's not much point in being tied up if you can escape, huh?"

"Exactly…" Joanne smiled. "Anyway… um… what about tying me up now?"

"Oh my word… you really are hot to trot huh?" Traci laughed. "Anyone would think you wanted to be tied up!"

"What if I don't?" Joanne cheekily asked.

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" Joanne smiled before carefully looping everything around her slim ankles. "Because I'm going to tie you up whether you like it or not."

"No no, please don't tie me up!" Joanne wailed. "No need! I'll be good! I won't try escape, I promise."

"Why is it that I just don't believe you?" Traci sneered before smiling. "Anyway, don't worry. I'll tie you up but good because I think that's what you want."

"I want," Joanne breathed while the heat between her legs flared out of control. "Could you tie me up tight please so… I can't escape?"

"Your wish is my command," Traci giggled. "But don't think that I'll untie you soon because I won't. You wanna be tied up; you'll stay tied up however long I decide. Deal?"

Joanne couldn't speak. This was the bondage she'd dreamt of for so long: hopelessly bound and gagged without any hope or possibility of release, much less escape. Eventually she hesitantly nodded. She felt as if she was falling out of control, spiralling down and down a shaft without any bottom but it was already way too late to change her mind or back out, never mind that she was incapable of offering any resistance whatsoever. This was as exciting as it was scary. Traci was going to tie her up and Joanne knew that she was going to let her best friend bind and gag her.

"Terrific," Traci beamed. "Honey, I just want you to know one thing before we begin. I really want you to enjoy this. So please tell me if you're not happy or anything, ok?"

"Sure thing," Joanne smiled. Suddenly all her earlier fears and worries vanished like a will o' d wisp. She would be just fine. Of course Traci would look after her. "Promise."

"No worries…" Traci's voice was suddenly crisp, businesslike. "Anyway, we've wasted enough time already, chatting. I think I'd better get on with tying you up now."

"Maybe you should gag me now so we can't waste any more time talking," Joanne giggled.

"Any more chat and I might just do that," Traci threatened.

"Ooo… I'm scared," Joanne giggled.

"Watch it, girl. You're skating on very thin ice right now."

Joanne grinned again before asking, "Anyway… you were going to show me how to go about all this?" Suddenly all she could think about was being tied up, really properly bound and gagged, just like those girls in that movie. So far all they'd done was loop some rope around her ankles. She could see the twin trailing ends passing through the anchor loop but the cords were uselessly draped over the instep of her bare feet.

"Yes, of course!" she smiled before continuing. "Anyway, that's the anchor point which I'll position right between your legs so I can cinch everything more easily." She knelt downwards again before carefully positioning and tightening everything until the doubled strands of rope sat snugly around Joanne's ankles. "The ropes should be snug but not tight," she said before passing the trailing ends around her legs. "No need to make it tight, you'll find out why when I begin cinching everything."

Joanne nodded as her breath caught before shakily commenting, "Go on…? This is so interesting." Thoughtfully, "I never realised there was so much involved in tying up someone. Very technical but interesting as well."

"Thanks," Traci smiled. She was enjoying herself. It was so long since she'd had anybody to play with and the fact it was someone she loved and cared for made it all so much better still. "Good fun isn't it? In many ways, I love this part the best, actually being tied up, I mean."

"Where did you learn all this?" Joanne asked. "Michael or…?"

"Mainly through trial and error while I was young with my mates when we used to tie each other up all the time," Traci reflectively mused. "Then… um… I used to spend a lot of time tying myself up because I had no one to play with before meeting Mickey. It was really him who taught me everything I know. I also learned a lot from 'Bondage Life' as well.

"Bondage what?" Joanne asked.

"'Bondage Life' – the magazine," Traci smiled. "I'll show you later. It's not the usual porn rag though. Someone called Harmony publishes it and it focuses on loving, erotic bondage, no heavy domination or pain stuff or anything like that. What's so good about it though is that it's 'for the people, by the people.' That is, anyone can write in and send photos as well if they want to, and they will publish their photos and letters. In other words, it actually features stories – and pictures sent to them by people like me."

"Oh wowww…" Joanne breathed. "That sounds fantastic. Can I have a look later?"

"Sure… but not now," Traci giggled, "because you'll be all tied up instead."

"I think I'd much rather be tied up."

"Me too," Joanne laughed.

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"Oh absolutely," Joanne smiled. "By the way… did you ever get any letters or photos published in there?"

"Yeah, a few, while I was still with Mickey," Traci sadly replied, "but not photos because I was worried about someone recognising me." Although that'd been years ago now, Traci knew she would never forget the immense thrill of seeing her words in print when her subscription copy had arrived in the post. "I remember that Michael wouldn't let me read it until tying me up really tight – then he read every word out aloud to me."

"Oh, lucky you," Joanne sighed. "How romantic though."

"Yes, very," Traci giggled. "Bondage was an act of love for me. I never felt so loved, safe or secure than the times Mickey was tying me up or the times I'd be lying there bound hand and foot while he just held or cuddled me or…"

"Oh wowww, that sounds wonderful!" Joanne exclaimed.

"It sure was," Traci dreamily mused. "Michael knew how much I loved being tied up so he would tie me up before leaving me bound and gagged - all day long sometimes. I was always so happy when he untied me before making love – being tied up for so long was just the biggest turn-on ever."

"Oh my word…" Joanne breathed.

"I used to love it when he tied me up really tight before 'forcing' me to give him a blowjob. There I was bound and hog-tied on my bed and sucking his dick," Traci reminisced. "I never had any problems sucking him dry. He especially liked it when I..."

"Stop it Trace," Joanne giggled. "This is making me really hot."

"If you're hot now…" Traci's voice had dropped until it was a low, throaty purr. "Think how hot you'll be after I've finished tying you up."

"I can hardly wait…" Joanne sighed. "Please… I want to be tied up now."

"No worries…" Traci smiled. "Sorry, I guess I get a bit carried away sometimes."

"That's OK," Joanne happily replied. "I'm really enjoying hearing about all this. I'm just still so surprised though. I never had any idea until now."

"Yeah… I should've told you earlier," Traci apologised as she leant downwards again. "But better late than never, eh?"

"Oh, for sure," Joanne agreed before wondering what she'd been missing. Well, she would find out soon enough.

"Anyway… on with the show," Traci giggled before carefully wrapping the cords around Joanne's ankles. "Ok, I'm tying your ankles together now. By the way this is called the 'Basic Harmony Style' which I learned from 'Bondage Life' – you can use it for my hands or legs. The main thing is to not overlap anything – it takes a little longer this way but it's not only much neater but more comfortable as well – no pinching or anything."

"I get it," Joanne quickly replied before closing her eyes and sighing with pleasure. Traci was wrapping one loop after another of rope around her ankles now. Fascinated, she peered downwards while they disappeared beneath a neat white band of rope. She liked the way the cords felt. She was really being tied up now and she couldn't help quivering with ecstatic pleasure and orgasmic anticipation. This was all just so sexy.

"I think we'll just continue our lesson later," Traci suddenly said. "This is all taking too long. Besides… I just have this feeling you're going to find it difficult concentrating on anything I'm saying right now. Just watch what I'm doing and… enjoy, ok?"

"Yeah… how did you ever guess?" Joanne giggled, pleased she would be able to focus upon her bondage instead of trying to assimilate every technical detail. All she really wanted was for Traci to finish tying her up as quickly as possible.

"Just a wild guess!" Traci laughed before pushing the last remaining feet of cord through the anchor loop she'd created and pulling everything between her ankles. Joanne watched with increasing wonder – and atavistic pleasure as the ropes lashing her ankles together, suddenly, magically tightened with the second cinch. Freed of her teaching 'duties', Traci was free to concentrate of her bondage and she was working away with a practised ease which told Joanne she might be staying tied up for a while. The knowledge that she might remain bound and gagged for the rest of the afternoon was such a thrilling one she almost came then and there. Her panties were soaked now and she hoped that Traci wouldn't smell the sweet, musky scent of her arousal.

No such luck. "Getting excited already are we?" Traci teased before pulling the last knot tight on the outside of her ankles. "Don't worry, being tied up always has this effect on me as well," she chuckled before tucking the last inch or so of cord out of sight. "Ok, how does that feel now?" she asked.

"Mmmm… it feels very secure," Joanne while she stared downwards where her feet had been bound together. She was really being tied up now. The sudden ache in her chest was so great she could hardly speak. "It… It feels good though. I like it."

"Want to keep going?"

"Yesss… Oh yes please!" Joanne breathed.

"Stupid question," Traci giggled. "Ok, I'll do your knees now."

Joanne closed her eyes before sighing. Her legs had been tied together just above her knees now. Mesmerised, she stared downwards before wonderingly touching the soft white cords. They'd been bound in the same manner as her ankles, the same lark's head loop and its anchor point preceding four or five tightly cinched wraps. Traci had finally knotted the last remaining inches of cord in such a way she couldn't see or reach anything. Her bonds weren't all that tight though. She still had plenty of movement and Joanne couldn't help wishing that Traci had done them a bit tighter.

"How's that feel now?"

"Mmm… good." Joanne was too embarrassed to let Traci know she wanted to be tied up tighter than that.

"Sure?"

"Um… I can still move my legs around a bit," Joanne nervously guessed.

"You want me to tie you a bit tighter?" Traci gently asked.

"Uh… yeah… Yes please."

Traci's smile was a sun. "You're just like me," she smiled. "I like to be tied up nice and tight as well. Honey, I would've done your legs tighter but I wasn't sure how you would be able to handle everything because it's your first time."

"Dearest Trace…" Joanne sighed. She felt very safe with her. "Thanks so much for being so gentle and caring. I really appreciate that. Anyway… yes, please tie me tighter."

"No worries… will do," Traci smiled. Her heart was fuller than ever while she began re-tying her best friend's legs. At long last she'd found a bondage soulmate. Jo was the read deal – but best of all, theirs was a friendship which would endure. "Ok… how's that now?"

"Oh that feels good," Joanne breathed before shivering with pleasure. "I like that…" Traci had re-tied everything much more tightly now. The insides of her knees were pressing against each other and there was hardly any wriggle room left now. She closed her eyes before happily caressing the tight cords surrounding her legs. There was something really nice about the way the ropes were squeezing everything together – and for a reason she couldn't identify, they actually lent this strangest feeling of safety and security.

"Terrific," Joanne enthused. This was much more fun than shopping! "Anyway… as they say in the best novels… put your hands behind your back - now."

"Yes Traci," Joanne shakily replied as the heat between her legs roared out of control. Her chest was being squeezed by a giant fist as she slowly turned until she was facing away from her friend before unhesitatingly crossing her hands over each other behind her back. This was it – the point of no return. She was about to be tied up just like those girls in that film and she couldn't help trembling as Traci gently took her wrists.

"You OK?" Traci suddenly asked, misunderstanding her reaction for fear.

"Oh yes… I… I'm fine!" Joanne breathlessly replied. "I… its just so exciting if you know what I mean."

"I sure do." Traci was sympathetic. How often had she felt the same way? Her friend was a natural. "I understand how you feel. You know, in many ways this is the bit I really love the very most of all, when… my hands are being tied together and I know that I'm not going to be untied or escape."

"I think I know what you mean," Joanne happily bubbled. "Anyway… do your worst!" she giggled.

"Ask and ye shall receive," Traci giggled before carefully looping everything around Joanne's slender wrists. She'd never really noticed how tiny they were. Her friend's soft, smooth hands were a work of art all by themselves. Her soft warm skin was the colour of burnt amber on the outside fading to a lovely creamy brownish-pink on the inside. Even her long fingers were fine and perfectly formed unlike the bony protrusions she'd encountered during her job as a beautician and nail manicurist. She was an expert on the intricacies of people's hands and their fingers and Joanne had one of the nicest sets she'd ever seen. She was going to enjoy tying them up.

Joanne couldn't believe this was happening while Traci methodically tied her wrists together. Less than an hour ago, it'd been a perfectly ordinary day, much like any other – but now here she was stripped down to her bra and panties before being tied up. I'm being tied up… Oh my God… Her legs were spaghetti and Joanne was distantly aware that if not for the couch, she might well have crumpled like a rag doll. Her hands were well and truly lashed together as if they were inanimate pieces of wood. Joanne couldn't breathe while she carefully flexed her bound wrists. Escape was already a million miles away – Traci had done too good a job for her to entertain any hope of escape. She'd begun with crossing her wrists over each other in a 'X' before wrapping rope around and over everything. They were being securely held together with a traditional square lashing which she'd carefully cinched and knotted with a tight double knot. As if the security of her bonds weren't enough, Traci set about ensuring she wouldn't wriggle out of anything with something she called a 'diagonal lashing' tied in the shape of another 'X' before firmly cinching and knotting everything in an unbreakable, unreachable – and unpickable Gordian lump of rope between her wrists as far away from her questing fingers as possible.

"Ok… I don't think you'll be going anywhere now," Traci said with great satisfaction in her voice as she admired her handiwork.

"I guess not…" Joanne ruefully agreed as her heart leapt. She'd really been tied up now – and how! Traci had done a great job and she couldn't help groaning with pleasure before surreptitiously testing her bonds – before just as quickly giving up. There was no slack or anything yet they didn't hurt in the least. Instead there was this strangest yet impossibly wonderful sensation of a pair of very firm hands gripping and gently squeezing her wrists – and the warmth between her legs suddenly spiralled out of control before consuming her tingling body.

"Don't bother," Traci suddenly said before giggling. "Feel free to struggle as much as you like but you're just wasting time. Rest assured you won't be wriggling your way out of this lot."

"Bet I escape," Joanne laughed although she knew in her heart of hearts she would remain bound until such a time Traci decided to let her go.

"We'll have to do something about that then, won't we?" Traci smiled before picking up another, much longer piece of rope and a sudden stunned gasp involuntarily escaped her lips while she disbelievingly studied each silken loop of cord. There was so much rope! Hundreds of yards at least. How was Traci going to use all that on her?

Easily, if her calm attitude was any guide. She was uncoiling everything now after untying the cords holding everything together and each long, thin loop of rope was dropping on the floor with an audible 'thunk!' as they landed around her feet. Joanne's heart was in her mouth now while she breathlessly watched Traci doubling everything. Even allowing for this, there was still enough rope left over to tie up an elephant. Her throat was so tight she couldn't breathe and Joanne gulped before swallowing as Traci smilingly approached her with the rope. "Ok… I'll just finish tying you up then I'll gag you," she said.

Everything was happening as if in slow motion. Traci stepping forward. Rope being passed over her shoulders before being drawn through the anchor loop and pulled tight just below her breasts. The thin satin barely hiding her swollen, excited nipples…

Oh my God… Suddenly acutely embarrassed, she couldn't help blushing like a virgin disrobing before her husband on her wedding night. Why on earth was she reacting like this simply because she was being… tied up? None of her lovers had ever managed to produce such a embarrassingly obvious reaction. "Enjoying yourself, huh?" Traci suddenly said before gently cupping her breasts and kneading each nipple in turn.

"Yes, you could say that," Joanne sighed. "I just can't understand why being tied up is making me feel like this."

"Because you love it," Traci gently replied. "Just like me. There's something about being bound hand and foot which drives me right over the edge and…"

"Yeah I know…" Joanne breathed. "I think I'm beginning to understand why you like this so much. Anyway…"

"Keep tying me up please," Traci giggled. "Don't worry, I know you what want."

Joanne nodded. Her throat had dried up again. Very soon, she really would be tied up, bound and gagged beyond her wildest dreams. "Sometimes I don't know which I like best," Traci conversationally mused while she set about looping everything around her slim, shaking body, "that bit when he's tying my hands together or this part when my arms are being tied against my body so I can't escape."

She couldn't speak, so intense was the sensations surging throughout her body. All Joanne could manage was another nod as yet more cord snaked around her body before sympathetically tightening. They were circling her body – and arms which were being ever more securely pinned against her sides with the application of each secure wrap. Now she understood why Traci was tying her up like this. It would be much harder obtaining the leverage she needed to untie her hands. Besides… being bound like this felt so good, oh so good… She closed her eyes again before savouring the exquisite sensations that being tied up hand and foot were providing.

Suddenly, Joanne realised that Traci had changed tack. She'd moved upwards and more rope was now circling her body above her tingling breasts. The cords were subtly pressing downwards on everything, squeezing them together and this time her sigh was one of pure, undiluted ecstasy. Traci was working quickly now although she was taking care to ensure nothing overlapped before beginning the next wrap. In way being tied up like this was a bit like… being hugged all over? It was a very strange but nice feeling. Despite the increasing tightness of her bonds, she'd never felt as safe or secure.

"You OK?" Traci suddenly asked before stopping. "Not too tight or anything is it?"

"Mmm…" Joanne bit her lip before hesitantly replying. "It… feels so good, I like it. But… I guess it could be a bit tighter." Anxious to justify herself, she anxiously continued. "After all… if you were a burglar or something… he would not care how tight he tied me up – so long as I couldn't escape."

"Way to go Jo," Traci cheered. "I didn't realise you were… enjoying this so much. I was only going easy because it's your first time."

"Don't," Joanne begged. "Don't go easy on me. Tie me tight just like you would if you were really burgling me."

"Wowww…" Traci breathed. "I am impressed. You really like this don't you?" It was a statement, not a question and she didn't bother wait for a reply before continuing. "Ok, I'll tie you up tighter but… don't ask me to untie you just because you feel bored or uncomfortable because I won't. Ok?"

"Sure," Joanne nodded as a shiver coursed up and down her spine. What on earth was she letting herself in for? Of course on the other hand, it was important to her that they do this properly. She wanted to be as securely bound and gagged as possible so she could find out what being tied up was really like.