Annie del 5
The next weekend

- Excellent! Well done, her boss commented in his usual style.

He used to be the best key account manager for a long series of years before he was appointed senior partner and finally conquered the position of vice president. He was a born winner, able to sell anything, as competitive as they come.

- Thank you, Annie replied mechanically. She was used to being excellent and the praise didn’t elevate her self image to new heights, just help keeping it at present level.

- You know, you are doing very fine. I’m impressed.

- It’s my job and I’ve got a perfect mentor, Annie said, licking the jam from the spoon, returning the favour.

Later, standing by the coffee machine, she tried to get things together. In her mind she kept repeating the meeting, as she always did. Every word came back, she turned them, analysed them trying to evaluate what had happened. This was nothing new or odd, she did it all the time, even at night, both laying awake unable to sleep, and in her dreams. What was new, was the focus. Instead of analysing the results, the scores taken, the balance of influence and power in the account manager group, she was analysing the nature of the praise bestowed upon her. Well done! You’re doing fine. She was a doer. That’s what got her this far. But still… it was also a poison, burning her from inside. She had come to realise that she couldn’t stop, that she couldn’t even slow down. To get her kicks, to get fuel to go on living, she had to do new things, impress, take charge, make results. The problem was that she did it because she didn’t know any other way. She had long ago stopped doing it because she wanted to, or because it was fun.

In her office, she sat down, kicked her high heels off, placed her nylon clad feet on the desk and leaned backwards. Sipping the hot coffee she drifted away, back to last weekend. She remembered how she at first had been dubious about the girl thing, then frustrated as she couldn’t get free, scared at the feeling of freedom and finally just accepting as Karen and Marie turned her over onto her back, exposing her femininity to them. She had been far to fatigued, far to bothered by her own strong feelings to even see it coming. The first light touches had been like the unreal touches of butterfly wings. Somehow she had expected to be untied, believing that the fingers accidentally touching her skin had been trying to untie the knots. Slowly getting more aware she found her body reacting to the touches with a demand for more, a lust that she hadn’t felt since her first teenage love affair. Still blindfolded, bound and gagged, she had not been so present in the room, or not even time, as she had been at that moment. The events taking place, the actual flow of things. That’s where she had been present. The gentle touches had continued, moving sensually all over her body, reaching into her soul. When the first touch of soft lips caressed her belly she moaned from delight. Slowly her world turned into caressing fingers and gently kissing lips. She felt the warmth of the girls breath on her sensitive skin, she felt the scent of Kristine and Marie as they moved silently around her. When the lips nibbling her belly moved downwards, teasing the Venus mound, she felt more naked and available then ever before. Feeling the warm breath lightly striking her vulnerable flesh, she tried to raise her hips… in vain.

She had expected that being touched by female hands would feel different, from male. And it was. But what really differed from her previous experiences was how the situation affected her on the inside. Every touch sank through her skin, through her muscles way in to the centre of her being. Her mind was caressed in a way she had never even imagined. Her vain attempts to move, to influence the scheme of things rendered her totally helpless, unable to do anything but experience what was happening. And did she.

She was slowly and poetically helped from the state of surrender and fatigue through states of arousal into a desperate state craving lust. She almost stopped breathing, her heart almost exploding as she shivered in the ecstatic wait for release. She was kept there for so long, so long. She had enjoyed it for quite awhile, but then she had become desperate. Trying hard to move, to help herself over that last lingering border, she had quickly emptied the little power she had. The rest of the time she had been like paralysed. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t. She wanted to plead, but she could not keep air enough to make a sound. Her breath came in desperate pants, her chest moving so fast air hardly had time to reach her lunges. Slowly giving up consciousness she had thought that this was a lovely way to die.

Finally the girls had pushed her beyond the limit. She had completely lost control of her body as it spasmed and jerked in its bonds. Trough her pulsating climax they continued to kiss her super sensitive love button, caressing her breasts, kissing her erotically sore nipples. The treatment had been going on far longer than she would have allowed, but she had no saying as her body rippled though a series of climaxes. She was brought further than she had ever been, or even thought possible. Losing consciousness she drifted of into a complete darkness.

When she woke up she found herself laying in a hot bath. Candles lit the bathroom and Kristine was sitting next to her, holding her head over the surface with one hand, gently washing her sore body with the other…

Annie was abruptly brought back to present as somebody knocked on her door. Quickly she pulled her feet down and moved to a more upright position as Carl entered.

- Hi, am I interrupting?

- No, I was just day dreaming…

- May I? He made a motion towards her visitors chair in front of her desk.

- Sure.

- I heard you made a great success in there today, he said admiringly as he sat down.

- Well, you know what we have achieved lately…

- What you have achieved, he corrected with a great smile.

- Come on.

- No, I mean it. You are so good.

- Carl, you don’t have to do this, you’re going to have your own account. I have already passed a word for you.

Carl’s smile faded into a warm but serious look. He leaned forward and met Annie’s eyes.

- Please, he said. We know each other by now. I’m really impressed by you. Not like everybode else around here. No I see what lies under all the sales statistics, all the order amounts. I’m not impressed by the number of prospect calls or customers visits. No I’m impressed by you.

- You are? Annie gasped, for a second brought off guard.

- Yes. I have seen how bad you have been feeling and how cleverly you have hid it. One of the things I really admire is how you help others, how you are able to see them for what they are. You are a great support for everybody here, just by being around.

- Now you make me embarrassed.

- ...I have turned the offer down. I will not have my own account. I have decided that I can learn more and grow as a professional faster if I stay working with you. Hope you don’t mind.

- What? No…

- Sorry, I interrupted you in the middle of something. I’ll be around. We can talk about things later ok?

- Mhm, Annie was taken totally by surprise.

Carl got up, smiled at her and left her office silently and quickly.

As Friday came, Annie’s anticipation was running wild. Leaving work early she hurried home, took a warm bath, massaged her self with scented oil and wandered naked in the flat. Her mind drifted from the unbelievable experience of last weekend, to Carl’s words at the office, and on to the thrill of being in for another treatment that night. She draped her self on the sofa, lightly caressing her soft skin, dreaming of things to come.

An hour later Kristine arrived. She smiled and glanced approvingly at Annie’s shameless approach. She hurried into the kitchen where she emptied a bag of groceries. Pouring a drink she came into the living room, talking to Annie as she stripped, getting ready for the shower.

- I can see that you are prepared, she said as she sat her glass down on the table next to Annie.

- Mhm, Annie answered with a soft smile.

- So, you don’t plan on backing out?

- No, I gave my word didn’t I?

- Of course. You only want to keep your promise, that’s all?

- Right.

They both knew Annie was lying. They had not been talking much about their last weekend, but they had talked enough for them both to know Annie was looking forward to this evening. Kristine got her shower and returned into the living room wrapped in a large towel. She drew her long slender fingers trough her wet hair, straightening the soft curls. Annie was still laying on the sofa, with the divine look of an ancient goddess.

- Ahh, that was nice, Kristine mused as she reached for her drink. Washing the work away, getting all set for the weekend.

- Absolutely, Annie agreed, stretching like a cat waking up on a sunny morning.

- You look good…

- I feel good… nervous, a little frightened but very, very good.

- Have you been thinking a lot about this during the week?

- Are you kidding? I still can’t believe I got into this, but I’m curious as to what will happen.

- I was really impressed last weekend. I didn’t think any body could stand that bondage for that long.

- No?

- No, absolutely not. Marie and I have been talking about you, for fun. Fantasising about tying you up, watching you struggle. That iron will of yours, that extreme commitment and ability to succeed… Gee, how we dreamed of putting that to a test.

- You did?

- Indeed we did. But we thought you were to busy chasing scores around the downtown bars.

- Maybe I was…

- Well, do you feel ready?

- As ready as I’ll get. But what about Marie?

- She’ll come later. Why don’t we get started before you get bored again.

- OK.

Kristine put her glass down and went into her bedroom. A few minutes later she returned with some ropes and a mean looking gag. She looked at Annie in a way that sent shivers down Annie’s spine, making her skin rise in goose bumps. She knew Kristine had something special planned.

- Come here, Kristine said as she dropped the ropes on the floor and sat down on her knees.

Annie got up from the sofa and came over to where Kristine was sitting. Following Kristine’s directives she laid flat on her belly, bending her legs so that she could clasp each ankle behind her with her fingers. Kristine put her knee under Annie’s left knee, bending her leg even more. She then started to wrap a long piece of rope around Annie’s left wrist and ankle, carefully placing each strand next to the previous. The wrapping was quite loose, but that changed as Kristine crossed the rope ends and started to chinch between Annie’s wrist and ankle. The cinch tightened everything down and was secured by a few larks heads before finally knotted out of reach. The procedure was repeated on Annie’s right ankle and wrist. When Kristine was done Annie felt completely helpless, immobilised by only two ropes. But Kristine was not finished. Next rope forced Annie’s elbows close together. After that was knotted firmly, a shoulder harness was tied in place. To this the elbow tie was fastened and then Kristine led the remaining pieces of rope from the wrist ties up to the elbow tie, where she placed the final knots.

- We don’t want you to escape, do we? Kristine laughed as she pointed the location of the final knots out to Annie.

A rope was tied tightly around Annie’s waist, knotted in front and pulled backwards between her legs. To Annie’s surprise the rope was neither tightened nor knotted. Next Kristine pulled a chair next to Annie. She took a drink and then squatted next to her captive.

- Now we shall arrange you in a manner more suited to you capacity.

She threw a cushion on the floor, in front of the chair. Then she grabbed Annie by her shoulders and lifted her up to a position where she was balancing on her knees. With a firm hug she lifted Annie on to the cushion and had her balance as she pulled the chair close. She then leaned Annie backwards until her ankles rested against the front edge of the chair. Kristine swiftly pulled the crotch rope tight and tied it to the top of the chairs back. Then she let go of her grip. Annie felt how she tended to fall backwards as the chair scooted along the floor, bur only till the crotch rope was tightened. Then it stopped, leaving her hanging in an awkward backwards position. Kristine picked up a long piece of silk string with a hang mans knot on each end. She placed on loop on each of Annie’s nipples, pulling them tight.

- Aww, that’s not fair, Annie complained.

- Life is not fair, Kristine countered, you get tied up, I don’t. But do you hear me complaining?

- Do you want to be tied up?

- Yes, but not by you… Here, how’s that?

Kristine was standing on the chair, treading the silk string trough an eyelet in the ceiling, pulling it tight. Annie watched in disbelief as her nipples were pulled taught and her breasts lifted slightly.

- Now open wide!

Before Annie had completely understood her situation, Kristine pushed a ballgag into her mouth. She buckled it tight in the nape of her neck, then she added straps that went up on each side of the nose, joined at the forehead and went over the head. One strap went under her chin and buckled tightly. Annie chewed, trying to get comfortable as Kristine picked up a soft piece of leather, almost four inches in square. On two sides it had four shining buckles. Kristine placed the leather square over Annie’s mouth and started to buckle it tight, pressing the ball deeper inside, sealing Annie’s mouth completely. The last piece of bondage was a wide leather collar that went snugly around Annie’s neck and was shut tight by two buckles. With it in place Annie could hardly move her head.

- Now, explore that for a while, Kristine said in a mock tone.

Kristine went to her bedroom and left Annie alone. Annie took a few deep breaths and started to explore her situation. She was balancing on her knees, tied in an awkward hogtie. She couldn’t get up enough to lean forward and if she relaxed she fell backwards, which tightened the crotchrope. Also, any movement in any direction pulled on her nipples. Getting free was out of the question. She was well aware of her predicament as Kristine returned, fully dressed.

- So, you are still here, she cheered. Since you kept up the fight for almost eight hours last week, we wanted to give you something a little more strenuous today. Remember this is your punishment for loosing the bet. I’ll leave you for a while. I’ll pick Marie up at a bar downtown. We will be here in a couple of hours… tops. If you fall, the loops will come off your nipples, but that will be very painful. So I guess you’d better focus on keeping absolutely still… bye.

She emptied her glass and left with a smile. Annie complained into her gag but to no avail. In a moment she was alone. This was not what she had expected. This was challenging in a completely other way than her position last week. Then she had been able to give in, to lay there waiting for release. Nothing happened as long as she didn’t move. Now was different. She had to fight to keep still. She couldn’t relax. She was very frustrated and soon started to fight her ropes like frenzy.

Immediately she started to slide, causing both the crotch rope and her nipple bondage to tighten. It took a few seconds for her to get her body under control, but she focused all of her mental power on keeping still and soon she was in charge of her self. Forced to add to her own helplessness trough keeping absolutely still, she began realising new sensations. This was a new aspect of bondage. She slowly started to adjust to the demands of her position, breathing deep and slow, keeping focus on her balance.

Time passed slowly. Annie fought her predicament, shaking in sudden shivers, gleaming from sweat. Her breath was forced calm, her eyes where lost in a daydream. Bit by bit she felt the sensations of her situation firing up heat inside her. She felt very feminine, very vulnerable and very sexy. She realised that Kristine enjoyed putting Annie in this position. She would love to do it to Kristine. Slowly she was getting aroused, lost in fantasies. That’s when she heard some one at the door. First she thought Kristine and Marie were coming home, but then she heard a weird squeaking noise and a sudden crash. Some one moved in the hallway and suddenly appeared in the door to the living room. It was a man, clad in black, with a black robbers hood covering is face.

John

Annie del 5
The next weekend