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A Friendly Wager

Chelsea twisted her neck, but still couldn't see the knots that
bound her
wrists tightly behind the chair. Her mother Hillary had done a thorough
job and there was no
hope for escape. Chelsea's wrists were bound palm to palm, cinched, and
anchored
behind the chair she sat on. Her ankles were tied to the back legs
of the chair and a rope around her waist held her tight against the
chair back.
No, she would be here until Hillary decided otherwise.
Chelsea sighed and wondered aloud, "How did I get in this
position? Tied
to a chair in my mother's party room, with
Mom in her bedroom watching TV."
She relaxed.  What else was there to do?  and thought about
the
events leading up to her current predicament.

In the summer of 2001 Hillary Clinton was living in New York State,
apart from her worthless husband, and Chelsea was spending the summer
in her mom's new house.  Her Senate seat was secure, and Congress was
on recess.  With nobody around except Secret Service agents who
discreetly stayed outside the house unless summoned, the two had spent
more time together than either could remember.   Chelsea had always
known her mother was a lesbian but had thought nothing about it, the
way most daughters have no anxieties about their fathers.  Eventually,
she had noticed that her own mother was checking her out, taking
advantage of the absence of Bill and of the bodyguards.  Having learned
to dress revealingly in college, Chelsea did so now to torment her mom
and to amuse herself, driven by some inner thoughts that she did not
care to contemplate. Her shirts and shorts had grown tighter as the
summer wore on, so that her crotch and generous breasts were always
outlined against the fabric and her armpits were soaked with sweat
before lunchtime.  She had also taken to sometimes wearing patterned
tights and tall boots, even in July and August.  Hillary had taken to
spending time in Chelsea's bedroom in the morning, when the girl
would emerge from the shower and dress in front of her mom.

A few nights ago, over too many glasses of wine, they had begun
discussing what Chelsea could do as an early birthday gift for her
mother, and the talk, oddly, had turned to Chelsea being slave for a
day.


"I....don't know," stammered Chelsea. "Maybe I could buy
dinner, or something like that."
"I've got a better idea," chided Hillary. "You'll be my slave
for the day."
"What do you mean..slave? Be your maid, servant, wait on you all
day?"
"I mean be a SLAVE. Slaves don't ask questions, they just do
whatever they're told. What's the matter, cold feet? Are you
chicken?"
"Not me," answered Chelsea. "Happy birthday, mom."
At 11 am Chelsea showed up right on schedule in the
kitchen. She wore a belly shirt, stained under the armpits already, and
a pair of crotch-hugging shorts so tight that she could not wear
panties under them. She was sure that Hillary would keep her hopping.
"Hi Chelsea, glad to see you're on time,"  Hillary greeted her.

"What do you want me to do first?"
"First of all, relax. Let's have a glass of wine and discuss your
...
enslavement."
Hillary poured the wine and explained,  "You've already started. I
wanted you to have a glass of wine and you're doing that. I'm not going
to make you suffer today. I intend that we both
will have fun, even though at first you may not believe it.  You did
agree to be my unconditional slave until 9 tonight. Remember that and
remember that I'm your mother. Don't question my commands. Let's get
started. Stand up."
Chelsea sat her glass down and stood up, wondering about what
Hillary had just
said. She snapped back to reality when she heard Hillary say "Take off
those slutty shorts and shirt!"
"What?"
"Slaves don't question, remember that. Now do as I told you!"
Chelsea was slightly aghast, but she stripped down as Hillary
watched. Even though they had seen each other naked, this was
different, and both of them knew it. Chelsea felt embarrassed to be
standing there, all tits and bush, while her mom was fully dressed.
Hillary silently opened a briefcase that had been sitting on the
coffee-table between them.
"Oh oh," was all Chelsea could mutter as she watched Hillary pick
up a piece of
rope that was about 4-5 feet in length.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back," commanded
Hillary as she approached Chelsea.
"What are you going to do?"
"Come on now Chelsea, you can see that I'm going to tie you up.
Now do as I
say."
Chelsea turned around and crossed her wrists together behind her
back. As she
felt the ropes swiftly lashing around her wrists,  Chelsea's mind
drifted back to the sorority initiation where she was spanked in front
of 50 other girls. She was 19 then and she remembered the embarrassment
and the excitement.  She was embarrassed when her panties had been
pulled down to administer the spanking and surprised at how wet her
pussy got. She used
those memories a lot when she masturbated during her years at college.
"Follow me slave," was Hillary's command as Chelsea was jerked
back to
reality. The extra length of rope from her wrists had been pulled
through her
legs and Hillary yanked on it.  Chelsea sucked in her breath and
followed.
In her party room Hillary had a simple kitchen style wooden
chair
facing a storage closet at a 45 degree angle. She sat Chelsea in the
chair and
took another length of rope from the briefcase and used it around
Chelsea's waist
and the chair back. Then she knelt to the left of Chelsea and took out
a short
piece of rope. She tied it around Chelsea's left ankle and gently
pulled it back
and secured it to the back chair leg. She moved to the right side and
tied the
right ankle the same way.
Finally, Hillary knelt in front of Chelsea and reached
underneath the
chair and grabbed the loose end dangling from Chelsea's wrists. This
put Hillary's
face next to Chelsea's pussy and she couldn't mistake the smell of
Chelsea's
feminine wetness. She tugged the wrist rope taut and secured it.
Hillary stood up and admired her handiwork. Chelsea was a
pretty
package. Her shoulders were pulled back which made her firm breasts
stand out
even more. Chelsea's legs were invitingly wide open and her red bush
was beginning to glisten with the juices of arousal.
"I have a surprise for you Chelsea." Hillary opened up the closet
doors and
Chelsea saw her image clearly in the mirrors attached to each door. "I
want you to
see what a pretty slave you are.  I also want to tell you the new
rules. I'm going to keep you tied up all day long. At no time will you
be
totally free until 9 tonight. I will however, offer you a sporting
chance. If
you ever do get free on your own, then I will be your slave for the
rest of the
day. You will be bound in many positions and most of the time you will
be nude.
"I told you that today would be fun for both of us. I'm
having fun
and I can tell that you are too." With that comment Hillary slowly ran
her
fingers along the inside of her daughter's shapely thighs. Chelsea
closed her eyes as Hillary reached the tender cleft between her legs,
hoping in vain for a finger to drive into her secret treasure.
Hillary leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Later,"
and then
she was gone.
Chelsea had no idea how long she had been left alone, alone with
only the
ropes and her reflection for company. She struggled for release, from
both the
bonds and the sexual tension building up inside her, but no release
would come
until Hillary provided it.
'If only I could get one hand free, I could get myself off.'
Suddenly Hillary was back. "You really want to cum right now,
don't you?"
"No, I'm fine. It's just a little warm in here, that's all."
"Well, maybe you're right," agreed Hillary. "It might help if you
didn't have
so many clothes on. Let's take them off."
"No, that's OK," pleaded Chelsea. "It's not really THAT warm in
here."
"Let's not argue, Chelsea. I told you that you would be nude for
most of the
day. Besides, we can have more fun that way."
Hillary lightly brushed her fingertips across each
nipple. Chelsea closed her eyes and sighed as her nipples hardened.
Hillary then
knelt and untied both ankles. She danced her fingers up Chelsea's
tanned legs. Chelsea involuntarily helped by lifting her butt off the
chair. As Chelsea's
dampened red bush was revealed, Hillary only said one word.
"Beautiful."
Hillary quickly retied Chelsea's ankles and stood behind her,
looking into the
mirror. She reached down and as she and Chelsea both watched in the
mirror, she
gently massaged Chelsea's breasts, paying particular attention to her
sensitive
nipples.
"Please, mom," Chelsea gasped. "This is wrong. This is too weird."
"I know that you can. Just give in to your feelings." Hillary got
a scarf from her briefcase. "I want you to concentrate on your feelings
and quit talking. Open wide."
"No, don't gag me. I'll be quiet."
"I know you will," Hillary said as she pinched Chelsea's nose
shut.

Chelsea held her breath for about 30 seconds and finally
had to gasp
for air. Hillary shoved a pair of wadded panties inside her mouth, tied
a knot in
the middle of the scarf, put the knot squarely over the mouth packing,
and tied
the scarf ends tightly behind Chelsea's head.
"Now you can't talk, so just let yourself go.  Don't be
ashamed of
your feelings."
Chelsea saw herself in the mirror, nude, bound & gagged, legs
spread
apart--she hated and loved her mother right now. She also desperately
needed to cum.
She squirmed in her bonds and pleaded with Hillary through her gag.
"Mmmpppfff"
was all she could manage.
"Just a second, we're not quite through yet," Hillary said as she
picked out
another length of rope. "I think you'll like this one." Hillary held
the two
loose ends in one hand and pushed the looped end under the rope around
Chelsea's
waist. She threaded the loose ends through the
loop and pulled it snug. Then, after smiling coyly, she spread
Chelsea's pussy
lips and threaded the two ropes down through her crotch and up the
crack of her
ass. Hillary made sure there was no slack and tied it off on the chair
back.
Now Chelsea was really going crazy. The feelings she felt were
overwhelming.
The sight in the mirror of the joyrope disappearing into the folds of
her pussy and
the friction on her clit were too much. "mmmpppfff," "mm...fff,"
"mmmpppfff" she
moaned into her gag as she squirmed in an attempt to climax.
"Mom to the rescue," Hillary whispered into Chelsea's ear as she
reached
around and gently massaged Chelsea's breasts.  Chelsea's nipples were
hard and
distended and Hillary rolled her fingertips over them.  Hillary moved
in front of
Chelsea and continued playing with her tits as
she licked between them, down her stomach, and her inner thighs.
Chelsea lost all track of time; she was consumed by her need
to climax.
She moaned and squirmed as Hillary brought her to the brink again and
again only
to stop briefly.
"My, oh my!  Aren't you the hot little slut now?  Need it bad,
don't you?"
"Mmmpppfff," shouted Chelsea into her gag. She nodded her head
towards her
pussy and looked pleadingly at Hillary. "Mmmpppff."
"Alright, I think you've earned it". Hillary leaned forward and
licked her
way down from Chelsea's stomach to her bush. She pulled the crotch rope
aside and
dived in tongue first. She licked and nibbled and sucked while Chelsea
moaned and
squirmed. Finally, Chelsea stiffened as a long-awaited orgasm erupted
through her
body. Hillary continued playing with Chelsea's pussy and Chelsea had
another orgasm
and then another. Hillary pulled back to watch and as the orgasms
subsided, Chelsea
melted in her ropes like ice cream in summer. She was exhausted and
deliriously
contented.

PART TWO:

Hillary took the gag out of Chelsea's mouth and untied her except
for her
wrists. To the younger woman's surprise and delight, her mother
initiated a long kiss; a delicate thread of saliva formed between their
mouths when they finally broke the kiss.
"Come on. We're going to the bedroom,"  Hillary said finally,
licking her lips to savor Chelsea's spittle.
"Mom, that was tremendous. I've never came like that before. I've
never
felt like that before."
"I always thought that you might get off on bondage, but I've
never been
able to work it into our relationship until now. I couldn't just
say...let me tie
you up and eat you. I figured that with my birthday coming up I might
not get another
chance, so I took it."
When they got to the bedroom, Hillary had Chelsea sit on the bed
and scoot her
butt to the middle. They exchanged another prolonged kiss.  Hillary had
a four poster for a bed and now Chelsea wondered if it was for bondage
games.
"What now?" said Chelsea as she leaned back and rested on her
bound wrists, her mother's drool still sweet on her mouth. Her
embarrassment at being naked and tied, her conflicted thoughts about
incest with her mother, had vanished.
"First of all," answered Hillary, "I'm going to tie your ankles
and wrists
to the four corners of the bed."
As Hillary tied her left ankle Chelsea noticed that each
poster of the
bed already had scarves attached and ready.
"And then what?" asked Chelsea
"And then I will do whatever I want to. It's more delicious when
it's a
surprise." Hillary finished tying Chelsea's right ankle and helped her
sit up.
Chelsea's wrists were untied and she lay down and stretched out. Each
wrist was
secured with the scarves.
"This is called a spread eagle," Hillary explained as she reached
down and
cupped Chelsea's pussy with her right hand. "You are at my total whim.
Every
orifice you have is mine to play with...and I will, but first I think
I'll gag
you again."
Chelsea didn't protest this time. She knew it wouldn't do any good
and anyway
she kind of liked it before; after she got used to it. Hillary brought
out a
small rubber ball and Chelsea opened her mouth willingly and Hillary
popped it in.
Another scarf was folded and used to hold the ball in place.
"Remember what I said about surprises being sweeter?  Well that's
what this
is for," Hillary said, showing Chelsea another folded scarf. "It'll
keep you
guessing." She placed the blindfold over Chelsea's eyes and, lifting
her head,
tied the ends together.
Chelsea heard footsteps going away from the bed and then music
began playing
and that was all she heard. She tested her bonds, and nothing was
loose. She
wondered how long Mom had fantasized about tying up and molesting her
own daughter. She felt
the cool breeze flow over her breasts and down through her pussy hair.
She
wondered what else Hillary would do to her.
Hillary had turned the music on to set the mood, but also so
Chelsea couldn't
hear her move around. Then she retrieved a feather duster and also her
briefcase
of goodies. She returned to the bed and lightly brushed Chelsea's
entire body with
the duster. Chelsea undulated gently as parts of her body reacted to
the duster's
touch. Hillary also licked, sucked, pinched, and fondled Chelsea
randomly. This all
produced the desired result, Chelsea became wet and her nipples were
hard.
Hillary rolled a nipple between her teeth and ran her fingers playfully
through
Chelsea's bush. Chelsea lifted her pussy toward Hillary's hand, but
Hillary denied her
what she wanted. Then Hillary pulled away and sat down in a chair at
the side of
the bed and just watched. 'God', she thought, 'Chelsea really is a
beautiful
woman.'
Chelsea expected her stimulation to continue. "Mmmpppfff," she
voiced her
disapproval through the gag. She listened for sounds, but all she heard
was the
music. She tried to peek under the blindfold, but couldn't see
anything. 'Where
the hell is she? Come back and finish me off, please. Jeez, I can't
stand this.'
Suddenly Hillary's touch on her nose reassured her. Hillary traced
her
fingertips across Chelsea's gagged mouth, her chin, between her
breasts, and down
her stomach. Her fingers lingered in Chelsea's crotch, playing with her
pubic
hair, darting in her pussy, rubbing her clit.
Chelsea's breathing filled the room and her hips undulated
gently.
Hillary pulled away again and pulled more items from her
briefcase.
A low hum mixed with the music and then Chelsea felt the tip of a
vibrator
touch her right nipple. It traced around her nipple of her right breast
and then
on to her other nipple, then down her flat stomach and came to rest on
her
pussy. Hillary moved it all over but never inside.
Chelsea strained upward and shouted through the gag,
"mmmpppfff."
Hillary put the cock-shaped vibrator into Chelsea's pussy and
began a rhythmic
fucking motion. Chelsea pushed back and her breathing was shallow and
rapid.
Hillary lubricated her index finger and traced around Chelsea's anus.
The vibrator
rested on Chelsea's clit and then began fucking her again. Suddenly
Hillary pushed her finger into Chelsea's ass and Chelsea climaxed as
never before. One, two, three, she lost count.
The vibrating cock slid out of her pussy, the finger came out of
her ass,
and Chelsea lay exhausted in a post-orgasmic state. She lay there and
thoughts
rushed over her. This was a part of her now. She needed it. 'Thank you
Mom,
we are closer now."

Hillary turned the music off. "I'm going to relax and have a
drink.  I'd
invite you to join me, but it seems that you're tied up right now," she
laughed.
"Don't go away, I have other surprises. It's only 5 o'clock."
After a while Chelsea regained her strength and wondered why
Hillary had not
returned. Chelsea pulled on her bonds and to her surprise the scarf
holding her
right wrist came loose. The blindfold came off next and she quickly
untied her
other wrist and both ankles. She removed the gag and Hillary still had
not returned. Chelsea looked in the party room and the
kitchen, but no Hillary. Finally, she saw her in a lawn chair by the
pool sipping
a drink.
"Ohhh Mom, I have a surprise for you," Chelsea gleefully shouted
as she
opened the screen door.
"How'd you get loose? I'm not through with you yet."
"Looks to me like you are through with me and now it's my turn if
I
remember your new rules correctly."
Hillary got up and started back in. "But..but I didn't think that
you
would...could actually get free."

With a smile Chelsea said, "Well, you did say that surprises were
more fun, so
Surrrrprise."
"Allright, I made the rules and I'll stick by em." As she walked
through
the door Hillary said "OK, what do you want your slave to do first?"
"First of all, strip. I want you naked." Chelsea watched as
Hillary kicked off
her sandals and removed her blouse. "Get that bra off and then
stop..... Good.
Now I'll finish for you" Chelsea walked over to Hillary and pulled her
slacks down,
leaving her with only panties on. "Spread your legs," she commanded.
Hillary did as she was told. Chelsea slid her hand down inside the
front of her mother's blue cotton panties. "My oh my, wet already.
That's good." Chelsea pulled her hand out. "Legs together." Chelsea
pulled Hillary's panties down and had her step out of them.
"Turn around, cross your wrists behind you, close your eyes, and
wait,"
Chelsea said. Hillary did as she was told and Chelsea opened the
briefcase full of
bondage supplies and made her plan. She tied and cinched Hillary's
wrists first,
then used another rope to bring Hillary's elbows as close together as
she thought Hillary could stand. One more rope was
wound around her upper arms and across her breasts. Chelsea liked the
way the
white rope contrasted with Hillary's skin. Chelsea wadded up Hillary's
panties, shoved them in her mouth, and used a scarf to hold the packing
in.
Chelsea looked around the room and saw what she was looking for, a
hanging plant.
She stood on the kitchen chair she had been tied to and removed the
plant, and
then secured one end of a rope to the hook in the ceiling. Chelsea
guided Hillary
underneath the hook and looped the dangling end of the rope around her
bound
wrists. She gently pulled until Hillary was bent over at the waist with
her
wrists up in the air.
"That's perfect," exclaimed Chelsea as she stepped back. "What a
perfect
sight. Mom, spread your legs a little.....good. Your boobs hanging
down, your
nipples hard, your bush peeking between your legs, and your ass SO
inviting." Chelsea stepped up to Hillary's left side
and reached under her to  fondle her breasts. Grasping Hillary's left
nipple,
Chelsea asked her "Now don't you think that you should be punished for
what you
did to your own daughter?"
"Mmmpppfff...mmmpppfff. "
"I'll take that as a yes, " said Chelsea and she twisted the
nipple and
smacked Hillary's ass with her right hand. Hillary tried to move her
butt out of
the way, but Chelsea's tight grip on her nipple wouldn't let her.
"By the way, you're not being punished because you kept me
tied up
and gagged for almost 6 hours. You're being punished because you didn't
do this sooner."
SMACK...SMACK...SMACK. Chelsea's hand reddened Hillary's ass
cheeks. "That's
enough. Let's see if you enjoyed that," said Chelsea.
Chelsea twirled her finger through Hillary's pussy hair and easily
inserted
her finger. "Yes, you did enjoy it.....well there's more pleasure to
come, yours
and mine."
Chelsea released Hillary from the ceiling and Hillary moaned with
thanks. She
sat Hillary on the floor and crossed her ankles and bound them with
rope. Chelsea
turned Hillary face down and secured her ankles to her wrist bondage.
"I've seen this in the movies and I think it's called a hogtie. I
crossed
your ankles so I could play with your pussy, but first I need a cool
drink.
Don't go away, I'll be right back."
Chelsea went into the kitchen and Hillary tested her bonds.
"Mm..ff,
Mmmppfff," she grunted as she rolled around, trying to pull loose. She
couldn't
turn all the way over since her ankles were crossed and the friction of
the rug
on her nipples kept her feminine juices flowing.
She gave up about the same time that Chelsea returned.

"Pretty good job, huh." commented Chelsea. The musky odor coming
from Hillary told her that Hillary's pussy needed her attention. "Let's
roll you
over and have some fun," giggled Chelsea as she helped turn Hillary.
Soon Hillary
was resting on her arms and hands with her wide open pussy facing
Chelsea.
Chelsea knelt down and ran her hands and fingers up and
down Hillary's
flesh, paying particular attention to her most sensitive areas. She
massaged her
breasts and rolled her nipples between her tongue and teeth. Hillary
moaned her
approval. Chelsea blew in Hillary's ear, nibbled on her earlobe and
licked her way
down Hillary's abdomen. Using her fingers to spread Hillary's pussy
lips she used
her tongue skillfully to excite Hillary even more.  Chelsea's tongue
darted in,
flicked Hillary's clit, and out again. Chelsea played with Hillary's
entire body
until Hillary was glistening with perspiration and moaning through her
gag for a
climax.
Hillary and Chelsea both lost track of time. Chelsea brought
Hillary to the brink
of coming and then teased her by stopping. Then she did it again, and
again.
Chelsea looked at the clock and saw that it was eight already. It was
time that
she let Hillary cum.
Chelsea leaned back again and smiled at the pleading Hillary. "By
the way,
where is that dildo you own? Don't deny you have one.  I didn't find
it in the bedroom and it
wasn't in the bathroom either. Is it in the living room?" Hillary shook
her head
from side to side. "Is it out by the pool?" Hillary
breathed hard and shook her head again. "Maybe it's in the kitchen."
Hillary
wiggled her hips and nodded with her head. "OK, I'll get it and be
right back."
Chelsea returned with the dildo and turned it on. Hillary's face
lit up as
Chelsea knelt down beside her bound form. Chelsea kissed Hillary on her
gagged lips,
kissed her breasts and tugged on her nipples with her teeth. She
lightly ran the
vibrator up the inside of Hillary's thighs and then
slipped it inside of her. Hillary sighed loudly and Chelsea giggled.
Chelsea fucked
Hillary with the dildo while she used her tongue on her clit.  Finally
release
came and Hillary exploded in climax, and followed that one with several
more
before collapsing with exhaustion.
Chelsea held her mother and stroked her hair until Hillary's
breathing
returned to normal. Chelsea began the process of untying Hillary by
ungagging her
first.
"We have to return to normal now,"
said Chelsea.
"I know. Get the rest of these ropes off, we'll shower and maybe
the rope
marks will become less visible."
As she continued untying Hillary, Chelsea said "When I untied
myself, it was
because you loosened that scarf, wasn't it?"
Hillary smiled. "Well, it wouldn't have been fair for you to be
the only one
having fun, now would it?"
"No, I guess not. I'm glad you did, because it gave me a chance to
be on
both ends. I had a great time when you had control over me. My pussy
tingled
with your touch, but I also got off on tying you and being able to give
you
pleasure. Have you done this before?"
"No," admitted Hillary, "but I've sure thought about it. Every
time I
thought about tying you up I'd get horny as hell, but I was afraid of
losing
you if I told you what I wanted to do. When you came here for the
summer I said
'Hillary, it's now or never.'  If you didn't enjoy bondage, then it
would have just been our one day lost deal."
"But it won't be just a one day deal, will it?" Chelsea asked as
they headed
for the shower.
As the two naked women walked into the bathroom Hillary put her
arm around
the taller Chelsea's shoulders. "It's a part of our lives now and we
are closer
because of it. I think I'll get a divorce. "

    

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