SUMMER FUN

We're very lucky to have a large and convenient forest within a few minutes of our house. I gave Pauline a sidelong glance as we entered the dappled shade of the forest path - she was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses which contrasted well with her blonde hair, a simple white bikini which showed off her luscious curves and a pair of comfortable sandals. I had chickened out of wearing just my sling bikini - I also wore an unbuttoned white blouse and blue cut-off jeans, as well as sunglasses and sandals (and plenty of sun lotion). I was also carrying a backpack containing a small collection of bondage toys...

There is a beautiful clearing in the forest, off the beaten track, which is perfect for bondage fun. Virtually no chance of being discovered but there's still the worry of someone stepping out of the undergrowth at any moment... When there is a slight breeze moving the leaves overhead, it is a very relaxing experience just being tied there, watching the shadows move around.

We looked up and down the path to make sure no-one was around, then headed into the depths of the forest, making a bee-line for where we remembered the clearing to be. We didn't talk, we were too busy concentrating on avoiding tripping over roots and being stung by nettles. Luckily, wasp season hadn't yet started - I hate wasps, and am always subject to an overwhelming urge to run around screaming when there's one around...

We soon came to the clearing and stopped, surprised to see that someone was using it already. A cute redhead was standing in the centre of the clearing, her wrists handcuffed above her head to a chain looped over a high branch. She was naked apart from a large ballgag and a leather blindfold, and a pair of tweezer clamps on her nipples from which hung a sign reading USE ME, which was signed by a Slave Christine. She could just reach the ground with her toes, and was walking around slowly, looking rather uncomfortable. As I looked closer, I noticed her release device also attached to the high branch - some ice was melting, and once it had gone a key would swing down into her reach.

Before I could stop her, my blonde lover entered the clearing. I didn't dare say anything in case the redhead heard us - instead, we walked around her, looking her up and down. She had a gorgeous body, lightly freckled, with a bum just begging to be spanked. I think she must have heard us, since she stopped moving suddenly before she turned her head from side to side, as if she was looking for us. She mmmphed a question into her gag but we didn't reply. I looked at Pauline and indicated that perhaps we should leave this girl to her own little world of bondage, but Pauline had other ideas.

She stroked Christine's foot, pretending to be an insect or perhaps a small forest creature. The redhead jumped, mmmphing slightly louder this time, moving her feet away from Pauline. Pauline followed, letting her fingers walk up Christine's leg - Christine began to move more violently, trying to disuade or dislodge the trespasser on her body. It was only when Pauline removed the clamps from her nipples that Christine realised she was being teased by a person. Pauline beckoned for me to approach, which I did - there was no backing out now. We took a nipple each and began to lick, nibble, suck and bite while Christine moaned louder and louder... As one, we both moved a hand down her back and began to squeeze and fondle her buttocks in time with her writhing.

Pauline indicated for me to move around our captive, so that I could cup her breasts from behind. I began to kiss and suck her neck and shoulders, pressing my crotch against her buttocks and my breasts against her back. Meanwhile, Pauline had knelt on the ground and now had Christine's thighs resting on her shoulders while she worked her own brand of dark magic with her tongue. The redhead was squirming wildly now, groaning very loudly into her gag, and soon came violently, her whole body spasming in her bondage. We left her there, quivering, and retreated to the edge of the clearing.

"I think we should go," I whispered to Pauline, "and leave this poor girl's torment a mystery to her."

"No," Pauline replied, "we have a backpack full of bondage toys and haven't used any of them yet."

"What do you suggest?"

"This..."

Pauline grinned evilly as she advanced towards me - I backed away, instinctively, and felt the rough bark of a tree against my back. Before I could react, Pauline was pressing herself against me and we were kissing passionately - she removed my blouse and shorts, stripping me down to my sling bikini, but I was too aroused to complain. She then grabbed my wrists and positioned my arms around the tree before handcuffing my wrists together on the other side of the tree... trapping me.

"Hey..." I grinned.

"Hey yourself," she smiled.

"We can't be long - I think our friend's ice will have melted in a few minutes' time."

"Who says that I'll release you before then?"

"You wouldn't..."

"Watch me."

Pauline still had the USE ME sign with the tweezer clamps, and she quickly attached it to my nipples - the material of my sling bikini providing scant relief from the clamps' grip. Pauline used a pen from our bag to add the letters A and B to the front of the sign, then turned and headed to the centre of the clearing again. She removed her necklace and threaded the key to my handcuffs onto it, before attaching the necklace to Christine's neck. Pauline then winked at me and left the clearing...

All I could do was stand there, handcuffed to a tree, my only release in the possession of the girl we had teased earlier. Who knew what she would do when she escaped her bondage? Tease me mercilessly in revenge? Call the police to arrest the person who had molested her? Or just leave me bound and helpless? I also wondered where Pauline had gone and what she was up to... How could she have left me like this? So vulnerable, at the mercy of this stranger...

In the middle of the clearing, Christine jumped as her key, freed by the melted ice, swung down and hit her arm. She quickly pulled on the string until she had the key in her hand, and expertly released her handcuffs. She rubbed her wrists and her nipples before she removed her gag and her blindfold... and noticed me. I smiled, nervously, not entirely sure how to approach the situation. She walked over to me, obviously interested in the fact that the sign which had once been attached to her nipples was now attached to mine.

"Hi," I said, blushing a little.

"Hi," she replied.

"I'm Laura."

"I'm Christine, but I guess you already know that."

"Yeah, it said so on the... erm... sign."

We both looked at the sign attached by vicious little tweezer clamps to my nipples. I couldn't help but blush again - my sling bikini is very skimpy, and I felt very helpless and exposed.

"What's this around my neck?"

"That's the key to my handcuffs..."

"You put the key to your release in the control of a complete stranger? That's very trusting of you..."

"Well..." I replied, feeling even more nervous now - I started to discreetly tug at the handcuffs.

"Especially after you teased me so... where's your friend?"

"My friend?"

"There were two of you teasing me."

"She's gone. She didn't say where she was going."

"And she left you like this? You poor thing... don't worry, I'll look after you until she gets back."

As I opened my mouth to reply, she pushed her large ballgag between my lips - I could do nothing except open my mouth wider to accomodate it. She fastened the buckles tightly behind my head and under my chin. I struggled in vain as she reached down inside my bikini, between my legs, to feel my waiting wetness... she cupped my pussy, pushing her middle finger inside while her hand pressed against my clit. I groaned into the gag, writhing on her hand, as she began to pleasure me. Her lips went to my clamped nipples, her tongue darting out to make me moan even louder. I couldn't do anything except enjoy the experience... and groan loudly in frustration when she suddenly froze, cocking her head to one side, as if she was listening to something.

I looked at her with lust-filled eyes, but she withdrew her hand and stepped away. She hid her handcuffs behind her back as Pauline stepped into the clearing.

"Hi," Christine said.

"Hi," Pauline replied.

"Is this yours?" Christine asked, nodding in my direction.

"Yes - I was hoping..."

"There's been a change of plan..." Christine grinned.

I tried to mmmph a warning to Pauline, but couldn't make myself understood - before Pauline could react, Christine had pounced on her and attached a cuff to her left wrist. Pauline put up a good struggle, and it was soon obvious that the two girls were evenly matched. They rolled around in the middle of the clearing while I watched, clasping each others' wrists, grunting and growling as they fought for an advantage. Occasionally, one would manage to sit astride the other, but would quickly be thrown off. I was finding the whole experience very arousing, and wished I wasn't bound so that I could do something... although, given the level of my arousal, I doubted I'd do anything that would help my lover. I was as surprised as Pauline when Christine changed her tactics, and used one hand thrust down the front of Pauline's bikini to pleasure her... it was enough of a distraction for the redhead to gain the advantage - she handcuffed Pauline's wrists together behind her back. And the battle was over.

"What am I going to do with you two?" Christine asked, looking through our bag of bondage toys.

Pauline didn't get a chance to speak, since Christine had found the ring-gag we had brought with us and put it to good use. She then put the leather blindfold over my eyes to distract me while she detached me from the tree, cuffing my hands behind my back again before I could struggle free. She removed the blindfold again, along with the sign and clamps from my nipples, and quickly dressed herself in my blouse and shorts. And there we were, Pauline and I standing in the middle of the clearing, wearing just bikinis, sandals, gags and handcuffs... at the mercy of this complete stranger.

"I think you two need to learn some good, firm discipline," Christine smiled as she looked us up and down.

I looked at Pauline, who shrugged in reply. That didn't sound too bad. Christine rooted through our backpack again and produced two pairs of clover clamps.

"It's time you two met my Master," Christine smiled, stepping towards us, brandishing the clamps...