STRANGE ATTRACTION 2

A naked Pauline was stretched out luxuriously on the bed, stroking a purring Miss Kitty. Both of them looked up as I entered the room and I gave them a brief smile before I returned to my work - I was using a padlock to fix a magnet to the middle of a length of chain that ran between a pair of clover clamps. I was also naked.

"Not again," Pauline groaned, tickling Miss Kitty's tummy, "your nipples were sore for ages last time we played with magnets."

"I know," I smiled, "and this time you'll get to experience it too."

"Don't you ever learn from your experiences?"

"Apparently not. I had an e-mail from a reader which got me thinking..."

"Always a recipe for disaster."

"Well, if you're not up for the challenge."

"I'm always up for anything your devious mind can conjure," Pauline smiled, scratching Miss Kitty behind the ear.

"Good," I grinned, dropping my magnet-and-clover-clamp assembly on the bed next to her, "I'll get the toys."

A quick rummage through the well-hidden areas of the bedroom soon resulted in a large pile of toys on the bed: two magnet-and-clover-clamp assemblies, a ring-gag and a ballgag, two long lengths of rope, four short lengths of rope, two pairs of handcuffs with keys, two pairs of latex opera gloves (one pair red, one pair black) and two pairs of latex stockings (one pair red, one pair black). Pauline examined the collection of toys, and I could see her mind working as she tried to figure out what I had planned...

"Pauline," I said, getting her attention, "make yourself a nice breast harness with one of the long lengths of rope. Use the red rope. I'll be back in a sec."

She nodded, and I grabbed the handcuff keys. I trotted downstairs with them, closely followed by Miss Kitty, and headed for the living room. In the corner of the living room is a loose floorboard - I pulled this up, and placed the handcuff keys in the gap beneath - they would be out of range of our bound hands, but not out of range of our magnets... I jumped as I felt Miss Kitty's tail against my back - I quickly recovered my composure and tickled her under the chin before heading back upstairs. Much that I wanted to give her all the attention she desired, much how I wanted to drive her into a purring frenzy, I knew that Pauline was waiting for me and had already started on her bondage.

Back in the bedroom, I smiled when I saw Pauline's generous assets bound tightly with rope looped above and below, then over her shoulders to pull the front of the bottom coil up as far as it could do, making her breasts bulge invitingly. Pauline grinned and shook from side to side, her bound breasts moving deliciously - I was tempted to tie her up and take her with a strap-on dildo there and then... but I had bigger plans. She had tied the ends of the rope together at the back of her neck - I modified her knot slightly, letting the two ends dangle down to the middle of her back, where I tied them together into a loop from which I hung a pair of handcuffs.

"Not a hammerlock again," Pauline said, pouting melodramatically.

"Not a hammerlock... two hammerlocks," I grinned in reply, picking up the other long length of rope.

Pauline helped me to tie a breast harness like hers, with a long length of black rope - she pulled it very snug, and it felt much tighter than hers looked. My breasts immediately felt more sensitive to the touch, and I couldn't help but grin when I looked down to see them bulging so nicely. She tied the other pair of handcuffs to the middle of my back.

"What's next?" asked Pauline.

"We put some clothes on," I said, nodding to the small pile of latex apparel, "then take the rest of the toys to the kitchen."

A few minutes later, Pauline and I were kneeling on the kitchen floor. She was dressed in a pair of red latex opera gloves and a pair of red latex stockings, her breasts were bound with red rope and a pair of handcuffs was dangling in the middle of her back. The outfit looked particularly spectacular, set off against her long blonde hair and summer tan. My long raven-black hair and complete lack of tan, on the other hand, went very well with the black latex opera gloves, black latex stockings and black rope breast harness that made up my outfit. Both of us were very obviously excited already, and we had hardly started...

"What's the plan?" Pauline asked.

"Well," I grinned, my heart pounding with anticipation, "we frogtie our legs, then put on the gags and the clamps. We lock our wrists into the handcuffs. Then we make the long journey to the living room where I've placed the keys under the floorboards. We dangle our magnets into the hole in the floor to retrieve the keys, and free ourselves."

"Sounds like fun," Pauline smiled, picking up one of the short lengths of red rope, "let's get started."

"Don't forget to steer clear of radiators," I grinned.

"Thanks..." she replied, sarcastically.

We frog-tied our own legs, Pauline with red rope and me with black rope, binding our ankles tightly to our thighs. I looked across at her as I reached for the ring-gag, admiring her essentially-naked body - the gloves and stockings, along with the rope harness, seemed to conspire to make her look even more naked and vulnerable... and I was sure that the same could have been said about my ensemble. She picked up the red ballgag and we nodded to each other before opening our mouths wide, pulling the gags in and fastening them tightly. I reached for a magnet-and-clover-clamp assembly but Pauline stopped me by putting her hand on my hand - I looked at her, and she leaned in close, pressing her ballgag into my ring-gag. Our lips touched and I closed my eyes, my hands moving up her bound thighs to her slender waist, and then to her bulging breasts. I tweaked her hardening nipples, and I felt her fingers do the same to mine - I moaned softly, very aroused, and pressed my ring-gag harder against her ballgag, trying to kiss her as best I could. I opened my eyes wide and gasped when I felt the cold, hard grip of a clover clamp on my right nipple - I could see the smile in Pauline's eyes as she attached the other clamp to my left nipple, and all I could do was swear profusely into the ring-gag. The weight of the magnet tugged constantly on my nipples, and I could feel it swing below my breasts when I moved to pick up the other assembly.

Pauline closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain of the harsh clamps on her hard, sensitive nipples... but I had other plans. First, I reached behind her and twisted her hands up behind her back, where I quickly closed the handcuffs around her wrists, hammerlocking her. She squealed into her ballgag in surprise and struggled furiously, but was quite helpless... I took my time in picking up the magnet-and-clover-clamp assembly and opened and closed the clamps in front of her eyes a couple of times before attaching them to her nipples. She looked so sexy and vulnerable, I felt a strong urge to remove my own bondage and take complete advantage of her... but that wouldn't have been fair... so I decided to complete my bondage... but not after spanking her bottom and tickling her feet for a few minutes...

Ignoring the pain in my nipples, I reached my hands up behind my back and found the handcuffs - I closed the cold metal bracelets around my left wrist and then around my right, rendering myself as helpless as Pauline. And there we were - two girls, bound, gagged, vulnerable... with a long journey ahead of us. I took a moment to take stock of my situation, to assess how much movement I had - I soon concluded that I didn't have much freedom at all. I couldn't move my arms, I could only move my legs a little, and I could drool a bit. All of a sudden, a rush of sexy thoughts went through my head... a collection of what-if scenarios... what would happen if the window cleaners arrived... or the postman delivered something and caught a glimpse of us through the letterbox... or we were discovered by a burglar... mmmmm, a burglar...

I let that last thought run. My mental image changed to Pauline and I kneeling on our king-size bed while some strange man took complete advantage of our helplessness. Pauline was bent over forwards as he took her from behind, roughly, making her drool onto the sheets, her bound breasts bouncing with every thrust, the magnet swinging back and forth below her... while all I could do was watch, since he had a good grip on the chain attached to my nipples... I wasn't going anywhere... and I knew that it would be my turn soon and Pauline's turn to watch...

I felt Pauline's bulging breasts press against mine a moment before I felt her the ball of her gag pushing into the ring of mine - our lips touched again, and we kissed as best we could - I opened my eyes, my fantasy interrupted for a much nicer one. We parted, but the magnets attached to our nipples didn't. We pulled back from each other, the chains going taut, but the magnets were firmly stuck together and my nipples couldn't take the strain. I shook my head and moved towards Pauline again - we could still proceed with our magnets attached. I got the message across to Pauline (difficult, without the use of my mouth or hands) and we started the long journey towards the keys to our release.

Pauline took the lead, moving backwards ahead of me, pulling me forward by my nipples while I followed. Progress was slow, thanks to the tightness of the ropes binding our ankles to our thighs. The constant tugging on my nipples prevented them from going numb, and the pain was getting unbearable - I hoped that it wouldn't be too long before I could escape. Pauline stopped suddenly, and looked behind her - I strained to see what she was looking at, and then noticed Miss Kitty's tail poking out from behind her. There was a loud, hungry miaow from the cat as she walked around us, looking into our eyes in turn, her tail stroking along our sides and backs as she circled us. I tried not to giggle as her tail tickled me, but couldn't do anything to make her go away - and she can be very persistent when she's hungry. She walked between us, and I gasped into my gag as her tail briefly touched my left nipple on the way past. I watched her curl around Pauline slowly and seductively, still miaowing for food, and I looked up to see Pauline looking at me pleadingly - I guessed that her nipples were as sore as mine, and she wanted to continue the journey.

Ignoring our hungry cat, we continued into the living room - Pauline going as fast as her bonds allowed, while I tried to keep up to reduce the tugging on my nipples. I looked over to the hole in the floor just in time to see Miss Kitty jumping down into it... Pauline saw her too, and we hurried over to investigate, ignoring the pains in our nipples and aches in our arms as we travelled. My fears were confirmed when I saw that Miss Kitty had curled up, ready to sleep, inside the hole in the floor, on top of the keys to our release. I looked at Pauline and she shrugged at me. How were we going to escape now?

A plan formed. I manoeuvred next to the hole, and Pauline moved to the other side, so our magnets were hanging above the hole. As one, we leaned forward and down, lowering our magnets into the hole, so that they brushed against Miss Kitty's fur. The cat stirred, flicking her ear at the magnets, but remained on top of our keys. I leaned back, and Pauline copied my every movement, before leaning forward again to drop the magnets on the cat with a little more force in an attempt to budge her. The last thing we expected was for her to reach up, hook her claws around the chains and pull... Pauline and I both squealed into our gags as we felt our nipples tugged sharply, and as one we pulled back, managing to pull the magnets from the cat's grasp. Panting, drooling, aching, we looked at each other... and both shrugged, despairingly.

Miss Kitty, on the other hand, decided she was bored and leapt out of the hole and disappeared into the dining room. Pauline and I took the opportunity to reach our magnets into the hole and pick up the two keys - it was a lot easier than I had anticipated, but then I realised that we had no way of reaching the keys with our fingers until we'd separated our magnets. We backed away from each other and pulled... the pain was excruciating, and I looked down to see my elongated, sensitive nipples taking the strain as the clamps bit in harder... It was just when I thought that I couldn't take any more that the magnets parted... and I knelt there, panting, sweating, drooling... exhausted. I noticed that I had both keys attached to my magnet, and I felt the thrill of victory... until I realised that I couldn't possibly reach them with my hands, and would have to rely on Pauline for my release.

She moved across the floor towards me and turned around - it was awkward, getting the keys to her searching fingers, but we eventually managed it. Then all I could do was watch as she struggled to put the correct key in the lock of her handcuffs, further hampered by her gloves. After what seemed like hours, she eventually managed to release herself - she immediately removed her nipple clamps, gag and rope, and stretched out on the floor dressed just in red latex gloves and stockings, panting.

"Mmmmmph?" I asked, alerting her to my predicament.

"Oh, yes, sorry," she smiled, moving towards me - she quickly removed the clamps from my nipples and I gasped as the feeling returned to them.

"Mmmmmph?" I asked, again, rattling the handcuff chain behind my back.

"Not yet," she said, "You must be punished for coming up with such a wickedly evil scheme. But, first..."

She lay me down on the floor, crushing my bound and still tender breasts beneath me, and I was utterly helpless - I could do nothing to stop her. I raised my head to look at her, and saw that she had positioned herself in front of me, lying on her back, her thighs either side of my head. She moved towards me, her hands gripping my hair as she pressed my ring-gagged mouth into her pussy.

She didn't need to say anything. I knew what she wanted. It was the only thing I could do in that position.