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CONTINUED TIE UP As we moved around the house, Lois and I, with our wrists cuffed behind our backs and to each other, Clark followed and took pictures. We giggled a lot at our predicament, especially when we tried to move together. It was really exciting having our butts rubbing against each other. About noon, though, we told Clark we were getting hungry. He fixed us a can each of spaghetti. I can't tell you the brand name, but the first part is Chef and the rest is Boy-Ar-Dee. He put the heated spaghetti in two bowls and put them on the floor. He uncuffed our wrists from each other, but left them locked behind our backs. He made us get down on our knees and eat, our butts in the air. He took more pics of us from different angles, especially from the rear. I found out he has a thing for anuses, and for feet as well. About that in a little bit. Anyway, when we finished, he put a bowl of water down for each of us, and this was for us to wash our faces in. He wiped them off when we got up. He turned us around and led us upstairs, backwards, by grabbing hold of our wrists. When he got us to his room, he unlocked our wrist cuffs, the locked them in front of us. He raised them up, and locked them together again. He put on the ankle cuffs and locked them one each of us, the locked them together also. He hooked our wrists over an eyehook, using a rope tied to them. He made us stand on tip-toe slightly. He gagged us, intertwining the buckles behing our heads, and did the same with our blindfolds. This effectively kept our heads from moving. He then attached nipple clamps to our nipples. Mine were still tender from the sever clamping from having been tied up on the bed. We both screamed through our gags, but more from enjoyment than from pain. He ran his hands up and down our bodies. (He is telling us this now, we are sitting naked in the straight-backed chairs with plates in our laps eating a ham and cheese sandwich, and typing this.) He flicked our nipples back and forth, creating a little more pain. He cupped our labia and clitorises, rubbing a little, torturing us by not allowing us to reach orgasm. He ran his hands down our legs, to our cuffed feet. The played with our soles, tickling until we couldn't stand it any more. He caressed our toes, the tops of our feet. He bent down and began to kiss them, lick them. Our gags, being the small plastic balls with the really small holes, allowed us to drool. We couldn't swallow very well, and I felt the drool from my mouth fall onto my chest, onto my nipples, and run down all the way to my clit and labia. He played with us for a very long time. Our butts rubbed against each other, making our tie-up even more erotic. Finally, he began to play with our clits, and ran two fingers into each of our vaginal canals, using his thumb to rub our clits. He moved his fingers in and out, making us both squirm, keeping his thumb on our clits. We both screamed together at our orgasms. Clark removed his fingers really fast, which sent us both into a second orgasm. He uncuffed us, took off our gags and blindfolds, and let us make the sandwiches and type this. He is sitting behind us, helping me with some of the words. He has some more tie-up plans for us this evening. But we don't know what they are yet. Some of you may want to know why I don't use the bad words for the anatomy. I can't. My mom and dad told me that whenever I wanted to use those words, use the nice ones instead. So I have a hard time even trying to use the other words for vagina, nipples, anus, etc. You may also want to know why our folks aren't home much. Both are doctors. My mom is and OBGYN and my dad is an emergency neurosurgeon. |