STRANGE ATTRACTION

I pulled the seamed stocking slowly up my freshly-shaved leg and fastened it to my suspender belt. I reached for the other stocking and repeated the process for my other leg. I stood up from the bed and stepped into my favourite strappy heels, fastening the straps tightly so I couldn't kick them off. Apart from those items, I was naked. I looked over my shoulder at my reflection in the full-length dress mirror and grinned.

I turned when the ensuite door opened and Pauline emerged, dressed in a white bathrobe and drying her hair with a white towel. I blew her a kiss and she replied with a light spank on my bum before she retrieved the hairdryer from its drawer - as she leaned over to the wall socket to plug it in, her bathrobe opened slightly to reveal a tantalising glimpse of her gorgeous breasts.

"You want to play with these, Laura?" she asked, catching me looking.

"Always," I replied, sitting beside her on the bed.

"Go get some rope and I'll think about it."

I leaned across the bed, grabbing a couple of lengths of rope - it's always good to have rope handy. I held my hands out obediently but her touch on my shoulder told me to turn around - I put my hands behind my back and couldn't help but moan softly as she tightly tied my wrists together. I winced as she pulled my elbows together and bound them tightly too, leaving me utterly helpless, sitting on the bed beside her. She put her hand gently to my face and leaned in to kiss me - I returned the soft kiss, smiling as I saw the love and lust in her eyes.

"Hey," I murmured, as her hand cupped my breast, her thumb stroking my hardening nipple, "I thought I was going to be playing with your breasts!"

"Later," she purred, grinning when she saw me pout, "I have to dry my hair first. Would you be a good girl and put the handcuff keys in the fridge? Oh, and fetch that strong magnet from the worksurface - I've had an idea."

Wondering what her idea was that involved a magnet, I stood up and crossed the room to where our toybox was sitting beside the wardrobe. I had to get down on my stockinged knees to get my hands inside the box, and it took me a minute of feeling around to locate the handcuff keys. With them clutched firmly, I got (rather unsteadily) to my feet and headed out of the room. I heard the sound of the hairdryer roaring into life as I negotiated the staircase - I've never been a fan of heights, and the stairs looked very scary with my hands bound and my feet in stiletto heels. Once in the kitchen, I pulled the fridge door open and placed the keys on one of the shelves. I closed the fridge door, grabbed the magnet (a small, solid black block with a metal ring in the top) and walked back upstairs. I sat on the bed beside Pauline as she finished drying her long blonde hair, closing my eyes and moaning with pleasure whenever she directed the hot air over my bare flesh...

"Right," she announced, turning off the hairdryer and putting it away, "it's time to complete your bondage."

She took off her bathrobe and hung it from the hook on the ensuite door before walking across the room, her tanned body completely naked, to collect some items from the toybox. Four pairs of handcuffs, one pair of clover clamps, a small padlock and a ring-gag. She sat beside me, grinning evilly while I looked worriedly at the clamps. Her first act was to hold the ring-gag up in front of my face - I obediently opened my mouth wide so she could put the ring between my teeth. Gripping the ring, I then leant my head forward so she could move my hair to one side and fasten the gag tightly behind my head.

"Comfortable?"

"Mmmmmph."

"Good."

She cupped my breast again and this time leant in to kiss it - her tongue worked its magic, along with her lips and teeth, and soon my nipple was rock-hard... despite my knowing what was to come next. She pinched the clover clamp, making it open its vicious jaw wide, and held the pads open either side of my hard nipple. Looking down, I was entranced - I was bound helpless, and knew that I could do absolutely nothing to stop her from releasing her grip... She slowly let the pads bite the base of my nipple, and as I felt the pressure increasing I couldn't help but groan loudly into the gag. Ignoring my gagged complaints, she set about sucking on my other nipple, which soon became very hard... and clamped. The grip on my sensitive nipples was so much, that her slightest touch on the chain between them had me moaning even louder. I dared not move, I could only sit there and try to bear the pain.

She reached behind me and took the magnet from my hands - she hooked the padlock through the ring on the magnet, and then through the central link on the chain between my nipples. As she released her grip, my nipples took the weight of the magnet... My moans into the ring-gag were caught by her mouth as she kissed me, her hand going between my thighs to where I was wet and ready for her. But she wasn't ready for me yet. Licking my moistness from her fingers, she scooted back on the bed. I got to my feet and looked on as she handcuffed her ankles to the foot of the bed, with her legs spread as far as they would go, offering me a delicious view of her nakedness. She stretched up the bed and handcuffed her wrists to the posts in the headboard... and then she was as helpless as I.

"Mmmmmph?"

"If you want those clamps off," she smiled, "I'm in no position to help you. You said you wanted some practice at wearing them... here's your opportunity. Go downstairs and get the handcuff keys, and I'll think about unclamping your nipples. Oh, and steer clear of the radiators..."

With her laying there, helpless and waiting, I had an overwhelming urge to climb onto the bed and pleasure her with my tongue... but the pain in my nipples was even more overwhelming, and I knew that I had to get those clamps off. Briefly wondering what she had meant about the radiators, I left the room, the weight on the end of the chain swinging between my nipples, causing me to drool copiously onto myself as it pulled at one nipple and then the other. At the top of the landing was a radiator - wondering what she had meant, I walked up to it and examined it. Had she done something to it? A loud, metallic clang surprised me, and I looked down to see that the magnet between my nipples had attached itself to the metal radiator. Now I knew what she had meant.

I looked over my shoulder at my bound arms - they weren't going to be of any use, since I couldn't reach around far enough. I backed up, the only solution open to me, moaning as the chain pulled taut. The pressure made the clover clamps grip my nipples even harder, and not even cool air blown over them eased the pain. Drool didn't help much either. All I could do was grip the gag hard between my teeth and pull, ignoring the pain... watching my breasts stretched and my nipples gripped... and, eventually, the magnet came free. Luckily, it wasn't a particularly strong magnet, but it was still strong enough to bring a tear to my eye.

Keeping my eyes open for other metal objects, I carefully made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator door and reached inside for the keys - feeling inside, my searching fingers eventually found them, but my celebration was cut short by the realisation that the magnet had attached itself to the fridge door whilst I had been occupied. I was in a lot of pain now, and didn't think I could cope with another tug of war with an inanimate object... The only easy solution I could think of was simultaneously pulling back and kicking the door shut. It would hurt, but at least it would be over quickly.

I took a few seconds to compose myself - my nipples were screaming at me, and I didn't want them to hurt any more. But I had no choice. I kicked the door shut and pulled backwards. The resulting pain had me sitting on my knees in the middle of the kitchen floor, drooling, trying to blow cool air on my red-hot nipples, struggling furiously with my bonds whilst the magnet swung between my breasts. This was getting too much for me. Gripping the keys firmly in my hand, I quickly walked back upstairs and back into the bedroom. Pauline was still on the bed, smiling - she had obviously been listening to my adventures, and was feeling very satisfied with her evil plan.

I closed the distance between us, but instead of giving her the keys, I put my right nipple near her hand.

"You want me to remove the clamps? Did you get the keys?"

I nodded, but kept my breast by her hand - she reached out and gently stroked the tender skin around my nipple.

"The deal was that you would bring me the keys..."

I shook my head and moaned, just wanting the clamps off, then and there. She gave in, and gripped the clamp, releasing my nipple, causing me to groan very loudly into the ring-gag as the blood returned. We repeated the process with the other nipple, and I bent over the side of the bed, my breasts pressed firmly into the mattress, my head resting on Pauline's tummy while I recovered. We laid there, like that, unmoving, for ages - it felt so good.

Once my breasts had cooled sufficiently, I climbed onto the bed and sat astride Pauline.

"Aren't you going to give me the keys?" she asked.

I shook my head, leaning down to blow on her nipples. She moaned softly as they hardened.

"What are you going to do?"

I couldn't answer. Instead, I turned around so I was sitting on her tummy, facing away from her, and it was then that she noticed the clamps in my hands. I felt behind me, peering over my shoulder, as my fingers found her breasts and aligned the clamps with them.

"Err, no, this wasn't part of the plan," she said, beginning to buck, trying to throw me off, trying to do anything to stop me clamping her 36D breasts.

But she was too helpless to stop me. She bit her lip to stop herself screaming as the clamps bit into her nipples... and I amused myself by tugging softly on the chain... revelling in the shift in the balance of power. I moved down the bed and turned around, so that I was kneeling between her spread legs. Then, it was simply a case of leaning forward and blowing cool air on her pussy... watching her quiver and squirm... ignoring her protests, pleas, threats and expletives. I leaned in closer and reached through my ring-gag with my tongue, gently touching her labia, illiciting a loud groan from her lips and a clank from the handcuff chains as she struggled in vain.

With the ring of my gag pressed firmly against her flesh, I pushed my tongue slowly inside her sex, exploring familiar territory by the millimetre, savouring the delicious taste of her juices as she writhed helplessly, penetrated, impaled on my tongue. And as she writhed on my tongue, I pushed in deeper, harder, lapping around in circles, moaning softly to myself as I felt her struggles slow and become more rhythmic as she began to ride me, moving slowly, groaning, arching her back, the pain in her nipples seemingly forgotten as she revelled in pleasure...

"Oh, yes..."

She was pulling at the handcuff chains earnestly now as I took her higher and higher, watching her writhe before me, only slightly more helpless than I... it was all too much for her, and her whole body shook as she came...

I sat back, licking my gagged lips, whilst she lay there, recovering. I slid off the bed and walked over to the headboard, where I put my bound hands near one of her handcuffed wrists. She looked over to me and smiled, warmly, as she picked at the knot with her fingers. Once she had loosened it, she did the same to the knot at my elbows. I shrugged off the ropes and removed the gag from my mouth, working my jaw and rubbing my nipples (which were still aching from their earlier torment).

I grabbed our luxuriously furry blanket and draped it over Pauline's bound form. I then sat on the bed and removed my strappy heels before walking across the room and turning out the light.

"Aren't you going to release me?" Pauline asked, her voice penetrating the darkness, the slight urgency I detected in it no doubt fuelled by the clamps on her nipples.

"Not yet," I replied, walking silently back to the bed, and sliding in under the blanket next to her.

I snuggled up to Pauline, one hand resting on her clamped left breast, one leg draped over both of her legs, and fell asleep.