QUIET NIGHT IN

"Anything on the other channel?" Pauline asked, yawning.

It was late on a Sunday evening and we were bored. We were snuggling together in front of the television, idly flicking through the channels, trying to work out where the weekend had gone. And trying to work out what to do with our time now.

"No, there's nothing on tonight," I replied, pressing the Standby button on the remote control and watching the television change from protraying a couple of cute kittens playing in long grass to showing the bored reflections of Pauline and myself.

"Fancy playing a game?" Pauline asked.

I grinned - I had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking. I nodded a reply and she extricated herself from my caress and wandered upstairs. I watched her go, admiring the way her jeans hugged her buttocks, before I got to work. The sort of games she liked normally involved me being naked, and I didn't want to disappoint her. I folded my clothes neatly as I removed them, until I was sitting on the sofa as naked as the day I was born (but much better looking, I hope). It was a little cold, so I curled up in our furry blanket and waited for my lover to return.

And return she did... eventually... but it was well worth the wait. She had changed her clothes - gone were the jeans and baggy jumper... instead, she was now wearing a tight lycra top that barely contained her breasts (and looked like it was in danger of splitting and letting her breasts burst forth) and the tiniest, floatiest of skirts that barely concealed the fact that she was wearing no underwear.

"You like?" she asked, placing our toy box in the middle of the floor.

"I love," I replied, licking my lips.

"Time you got nekkid, then," she winked.

I thrust the furry blanket aside, revealing my naked body to her, and she grinned broadly. I slowly slinked to my feet so I was standing before her and then knelt, with my knees apart and my hands upturned on my thighs.

"I'm all yours to command, Mistress," I said.

Pauline's only reply was to giggle and give me a strange look. Soon, I was giggling too, and Pauline reached into the toy box for a gag.

"Anything to stop you talking that Mistress slave stuff," Pauline winked, brandishing the ring gag.

I opened my mouth obediently as she pulled the gag tightly inside, and then she pulled the straps tight behind my head before fastening them. With my mouth forced open by the ring, I could only communicate in grunts. Of course, my hands were free and I could remove the gag if I wanted, but I could see that Pauline was rooting through the toy box for something to rectify that particular situation. Rope. She was holding a length of rope. We hadn't used rope in ages, we normally went for handcuffs... so what was she planning?

I soon found out. She got me to put my hands on my head while she made me a very fetching rope bra, that went above and below my breasts. She tugged at the ropes and those that ran underneath my breasts pulled up a little, giving me some more support and making my breasts stand out. Then she coiled a length of rope around the base of each breast, squeezing a little to make my breasts bulge out further, and making me moan into the gag... And then I felt her tying rope around my wrists, and she tied it off to the rope behind my back, thus trapping my hands behind my neck with my elbows pointing straight up.

"Time for you to get up," Pauline said, helping me to my feet (not by holding my sides or my arms, as I'd have hoped, but by pulling me up by my nipples).

I staggered to my feet, my hands securely tied behind my head, my breasts jutting out, my mouth forced open by the ring gag. And then Pauline grinned evilly and pushed me back onto the sofa, before climbing on top of my helpless body. I felt her lycra-covered breasts pressing against my own swollen breasts, and moaned into the gag, a small rivulet of drool escaping as she began to stroke me between my legs... and once she had me sufficiently moist, I recognised the distinctive feel of the larger of our two vibrators gently humming against my clit. I writhed on the sofa, helpless to do anything but enjoy myself...

Pauline pushed the vibrator slowly, deeply inside my pussy before getting off me and moving to the toybox, from which she collected the strap-on harness and the smaller vibrator. What was she planning? And then I found out... she climbed onto the sofa and sat astride my head, gently easing the strap-on vibrator (on it's lowest setting) into the ring-gag and into my mouth... I could do nothing but accommodate it, and give it a teasing lick, as she bent over and her lips and tongue went to my clit... and she continued to pump the larger vibrator in and out of my soaking wet pussy... I writhed beneath her, two of my holes completely filled while she sucked and teased my clit... my nipples were rock hard and super-sensitive, and every time her body brushed them a little spark of electricity ran through me...

"Go on, suck me, Laura," came Pauline's voice from my nether regions, and I did my best to comply - licking and sucking on the strap-on, pretending it was a real cock, teasing it with my tongue as much as my gag allowed.

And then she renewed her efforts, and I felt both dildos pumping in and out of me, in unison, and I arched my back with extreme pleasure as she took me higher, and higher, and higher, until I reached that special place... twice...

I collapsed, exhausted, spent, as Pauline withdrew the vibrators from me and walked back to the toybox. I wondered what on earth she had planned next for me, but I was wrong - her next plan was for her, not me. She started off by pulling the ball gag into her mouth and mmmmphing experimentally into it, before she found another length of rope and made herself a rope bra similar to mine. Next from the toy-box came a pair of handcuffs - she reached behind her and threaded one of the cuffs behind one of the ropes behind her back, so that the cuffs were dangling behind her. And then she reached up behind her back and quickly fastened the cuffs to her wrists, making herself completely helpless until she got to the keys. But she wasn't interested in keys right now.

I got to my feet and we pressed against each other, our hard nipples pressing together as she pushed the ball of her ballgag into the ring of my ring gag and we somehow managed a huge, slobbery kiss, pressing our bodies together despite our helplessness... and then we heard a noise. It sounded like breaking glass. And it had come from our kitchen.

I looked at Pauline and I saw panic in her eyes. Was it a burglar? Or was it our backlog of dirty dishes finally collapsing? But then I saw the expression on her face again and knew it was no time for jokes. What could we do?

Pauline looked at the toy box - we didn't have time to root through it for the keys. The burglar (or burglars) would be in our living room in seconds... She glanced upwards and I nodded - as one, we quickly darted upstairs to hide in the wardrobe. We somehow managed to squeeze inside and pull the door to behind us... and we just stood there and held our breaths, listening for further noises from downstairs. And further noises there were. If only we weren't gagged, we could call the police. I was about to attempt to suggest that if I could somehow remove Pauline's gag then she might be able to say something into the phone... but then I felt her pressing against me, and her thigh came up between my legs to rub my more sensitive areas and I forgot about any thoughts of danger or escape...

And then we heard a noise from the bedroom, within a metre of where we were... you know... We froze, but it was too late. The wardrobe doors were flung open and we were looking at a black balaclava on a large, muscly man. He grinned, his eyes lighting up when he saw these two helpless girls hiding in the wardrobe. He grabbed our arms and pulled us out into the bedroom, while we complained and begged and pleaded into our gags.

"What do we have here?" he asked, holding our arms firmly so we couldn't escape.

I wanted to tell him to let us go, to not hurt us, to leave us alone. I also wanted to tell him about how many fantasies I had about being taken advantage of while bound... and by the way he dragged us downstairs to the living room and knelt us in front of the toy box, I had little doubt about what he had planned for us - I just wished that Pauline was wearing the ring gag, not I. First up was the nipple clamps - we could do nothing to stop him applying them to our nipples. Pauline was first. My breasts were hurting enough already from their bondage, and I knew that Pauline's were too - the extra pain illicited grunts as the clamps were attached. Then it was my turn, but he treated me differently - he pushed me down to the floor and made sure that the chain between the clamps was wrapped around the foot of the sofa, so that I couldn't get away.

And then our burglar removed his trousers. From what I could see, he had a nice body... he held Pauline down on the sofa and started to rub her nether regions, but he didn't need to since I could tell that she was very moist already... and I knew that it was time for me to make my escape. Ignoring Pauline and the burglar, I turned my attention to pushing myself away from the sofa, feeling my nipples stretched by the clamps as I pulled hard... my nipples agony, my breasts very red and swollen now, as I pulled harder and harder... and then the left one pulled free, and I could roll away (moaning from the pain and making a mental note never to do that again).

I staggered to my feet and headed for the kitchen, trying to work out which of my breasts hurt the more. And then I felt the burglar right behind me. He grabbed my arm and span me around... and I felt incredibly naked, helpless and vulnerable before him, as I backed into the kitchen table. I moaned into the gag, shaking my head... and he removed his balaclava. It was Matt.

"Hope I didn't frighten you," he grinned, "Pauline called me over and asked me to break in and take advantage of the two of you. I guess she neglected to tell you about it, though."

I nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. He reached around to remove my gag and untie the ropes binding me, and I retrieved a little of my modesty by finally being able to cover myself up.

"That cheeky little bitch," I muttered, "she could at least have hinted. I was really scared..."

"Fancy some revenge?"

"I thought you'd never ask," I smiled.

And, with that, we headed back into the living room - I grabbed the vibrators, a blindfold and a riding crop from the toy box, and we made it a night Pauline wouldn't forget in a hurry...