The Friends

Rachel followed Becky into her room. Both women were
in their early twenties, tall, slim and attractive and
wearing denim shorts. The room was decorated like any
other room in a 20-something student house-share. As
Becky entered, she closed the door and flicked the
radio to on. In common with most people on visiting a
friends room for the first time, Rachel looked around
the room, casting an eye over the CD collection and
looking through the books on the shelf.

At one end, leaned up against the bookshelf was a
long, intricate-looking piece of metal with a large
hole in the centre and two smaller holes at each end.
Whats this Becky?, the friend asked innocently.
Just something to wear, Becky replied.

Rachel continued to study the heavy metal object,
until her friend came over and took it from her hands.
You wear it like this, she explained as she lifted
it up and closed the large centre hole around her
friends neck.
Is this some sort of torture device?, Rachel
questioned, somewhat taken aback by the feel of the
steel around her neck.

Close, Becky replied, its a rigid hand and neck
cuff, you put your neck and wrists into these holes
and then lock the device with a padlock here. Do you
want to try?
I dont know, her friend hesitated.
Dont worry, Ill let you out again, I promise,
Becky reassured.

With some coaching from her friend, Rachel put both
hands into the rigid cuffs and Becky closed the
restraint around her.
Now all we have to do is to lock this padlock through
here, Becky smiled.
OK, was Rachels hesitant response, as her friend
snapped shut the large padlock and removed the key.

Rachel stated to wriggle her hands to try and get them
out of the steel restraint. 
Is this thing very secure?, she asked innocently.
One of the most secure restraints in the world
today, Becky smiled, in fact Id say that without
this key your chances of escaping are about zero and
with that she put the key into the back pocket of her
jean shorts, sat down on the bed and started leafing
through the magazine on the bedside table.

Rachel stood there in semi-shock.
Well arent you going to unlock me, or something?
she demanded.
Sometime her friend responded, without even looking
up from her magazine.   
Rachel started to wriggle more vigorously, but only
managed to bruise her wrists and knock her chin on the
steel.

After a while she started to feel a strangely pleasant
sensation, being restrained by her attractive friend.
She sat down on the floor by the bed and began to
enjoy the feeling of helplessness, being totally
dependent on Becky for her freedom. She thought about
the key tucked into Beckys back pocket without which
shed never be released from her restraints.

Becky sat up and threw her legs over the restraint,
one leg either side of her friends head. 
How does it feel to be totally helpless?, she smiled
as she slid forward wrapping Rachels head between her
thighs. 
Rachel heart raced as she felt the smooth skin of her
girlfriends thighs tighten around her neck.

Becky then reached across to her bedside table and
retrieved a bright red ball gag with a leather strap.
Just in case you should want to shout out, she
purred as she slipped the ball into her friends mouth
and tightly buckled the strap.
And just to ensure complete silenceone click and
youll not be saying anything, she whispered as she
slipped a padlock through the locking buckle and
clicked it shut.

Rachels thoughts had still not caught up with
reality. Ten minutes before she had walked into her
friends room, expecting to chill out and listen to
music and here she was securely chained and gagged
with her head held tightly between her friends
thighs. The most confusing thing was that she was
loving the feeling.

Becky released the grip of her thighs and beckoned for
Rachel to lie down on the floor. Her friend complied,
as if in a trance. Becky then took two small D-locks,
normally used to secure the wheels on a motorbike and
unlocked each. She then slipped the first around
Rachels left ankle; a tight fit, and relocked the
shackle with the security key. She then repeated the
exercise locking the second lock around both her
friends right ankle and the first lock. 

I doubt if even the fire service would be able to
free you from these, Becky purred.
Rachel glanced down at the maximum-security steel
restraints on her ankles, and just knew that she would
not be running off that evening.

Now I just need something for a blindfold, Becky
said, as she looked around her room, her eyes ending
up at her used laundry basket. Im sorry to have to
do this to you, she smiled as she pulled out a pair
of her blue jeans. She then took one of her thick
leather belts and started to thread it through the
hoops. Rachel could manage no more than an
unintelligible mumble as she saw what was coming next.

Becky put the used jeans over her friends head and
started to tighten the belt, which in the end went
around her friends neck twice before being tightly
buckled.
It might be a bit smelly, she laughed. I havent
washed these in a while.
Just to be certain, Becky took another padlock and
locked it through the belt hoops. Rachel just lay
there, excited by her growing incarceration.

Becky stood over her prisoner, smiling as she wriggled
hopelessly around on the floor. She then collected up
all the keys to the restraints she had used, attached
them to her key ring and put them in the back pocket
of her jeans.
We have a couple of lectures this afternoon Becky
stated, although it doesnt look as though youll be
able to make themshall I give them your apologies?
Rachel stated to struggle, worried about being left
alone in her current predicament.
Dont worry, Ill be back in a couple of hours her
friend reassured, and anyway, I think this is just
reward for the little trick you played on me last
week.  

Rachel heard the bedroom door shut and her friends
footsteps disappear down the stairs. Although she was
very turned on, she was also furious that her friend
had left her alone. She knew that there was no way she
was going to escape her bonds, but maybe she could get
outside and get help from one of Beckys housemates.

She struggled to her feet, not an easy task with her
hands locked by her head, and tried to walk until she
remembered the shackles around her ankles. She sat
back down and thought more about her predicament. She
then started to slide herself towards where she
remembered the door to be. She struggled to her feet
again and moved her body until she was able to feel
the door handle. She pulled the door open and fell
back to the ground.

After much effort she worked her way through the door,
along the corridor and arrived outside Emmas room.
Rachel knocked on the door and waited. By now she was
very hot and breathing heavily inside Beckys jeans.

Emma, who was also wearing short denim shorts, opened
the door and looked down at the chained up heap in the
hall. She immediately realised what Becky had done.
Rachel, she said, shes been trying for ages to get
someone to fall for that trick and put on those cuffs.
And it looks as though you fell for it hook, line and
sinker!.
And oh dear, she continued, after you played that
trick on her the other week, she laughed, things
dont look good.

Rachel replied as best she could from within the
jeans. 
OK, OK, Emma replied, Ill try and get you out of
that lot if I can.
Emma went to find some scissors, locking her jeans
over your head, she smiled, thats cruel. But at
least I can cut one of these loops and get you out.

After some cutting, the makeshift, but very effective,
blindfold was off. Emma continued to inspect the other
restraints,
Well lets hope she left the keys, she said,
Otherwise you wont be going far for a while.
After a search of Beckys room, Emma emerged with a
small key. She tried it in the padlock holding the
gag, which popped open. Rachel was clearly relieved.

Arrrh, she exclaimed, what a bitch.
What a fool, Emma smiled, what did you think that
device was for? Brushing hair?.
Look, how can I get my ankles unlocked, and how can I
get my hands and neck out of this thing?, Rachel
snapped.
Hey, Im trying to help you, Emma replied, Without
my help youd still have your head in Beckys smelly
jeans. And anyway, if Beckys taken the other keys
with her, then theres no way your going anywhere.
Rachel lay back against the wall, she knew Emma was
right.

With Emmas help, the two women went back into Emmas
room and started to watch TV. After about two hours, a
key could be heard in the front door. Emma left the
room and came back a minute later with Becky. 
I see Emma took pity on you, she smiled as she took
the keys out of her pocket and dangled them in front
of Rachel. Rachel looked past the keys to Beckys long
brown legs towering before her.
Please can you let me out, she felt she had to say.
Maybe, her captor replied, Ill see whether Emma
will take any more pity on you, and with that she
threw the keys over to Emma, who was sitting on her
desk, with her feet up on the chair. Becky blew her
Captive a kiss, went back towards her room.

At last, Rachel exclaimed, get me out of these.
Whats it worth?, Emma joked, as she sat dangling
the keys.
Once again, Rachel felt turned on as her eyes moved
from the keys to her new captors legs and tight
shorts. She tried to stand up, but fell backwards on
to the floor. 

Emma carried her chair over to her friend and placed
it over her so that one of the leg supports pinned
Rachels neck to the floor. She then sat down on the
chair and rested her long legs on the nearby wall. She
ran the keys up and down her thighs as she looked down
at her mesmerised friend. Emma knew that Rachel
couldnt take her eyes off her long, tanned legs. The
phone rang and Emma proceeded to chat at length.

After an hour, Emma stood up, moved the chair, came
over and sat astride the helpless woman. She inserted
a key into the padlock holding the rigid cuffs and
gently removed the restraint. 

Emma then moved herself forward so that she was
sitting on Rachels neck, with one thigh either side
of her head. Rachel didnt resist, but ran her fingers
gently over her friends thighs. Emma leant back and
unlocked the leg restraints.
Are you busy this evening?, Emma asked, still
sitting on top of her friend.

Thirty minutes later, Rachels head was again between
Emmas thighs, a larger bicycle D-lock had been
squeezed over Emmas thighs and Rachels neck and the
shackle locked. Becky had pocked the only key and
headed out for the evening. 




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