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Kelly had to agree. That's what it looked like. She would appear open and available all the time. A wave of despair passed through her. She was already open and available all the time to the man. So what difference did it make? The difference it made was that it made her feel humiliated and vulnerable. That was something the man wanted too. Something Adele clearly understood.

Adele let Kelly back down and went to the vanity and returned with a body lotion. She knelt between Kelly's legs and began applying it to the areas she had shaved. She rubbed it in softly and slowly. Kelly had closed her eyes and covered her face again with her hands. Adele's soft hands continued to stroke her clean, bare labial lips and then roamed to the insides of her thighs and over her belly. Kelly surrendered to the caresses. She began to feel her bare cleft moistening and a faint, familiar vibration in her pussy. She had been trying to ignore the low, simmering excitement caused by the penis shaped gag in her mouth. Adele's attentions had brought it back to the fore.

"You're so pretty, Kelly,” Adele said to her softly. “Don't worry. Everything's going to be all right. I'm going to take good care of you. I'm going to make you feel good and you'll be happy."

Adele had begun to re-concentrate her attentions to Kelly's hairless gash. Warmth spread from her loins outwards to her belly and thighs, up her torso to her breasts, around her neck and into her brain. She felt Adele's thumb rubbing her pleasure bud softly, spreading her moisture over it, rolling it gently, teasing it. She felt the younger woman's shoulders brush against her upraised thighs and then, a second later, her tongue ascend lightly the length of her nether lips, dipping slightly into her crevasse. The delicate tongue sent a wave of pleasure through her. The gesture was repeated, this time a little harder and a little deeper. Kelly gasped with passion. She lowered her hands from her face and placed them on the blond head between her thighs. She didn't know whether to push the head away or clutch it to her. Her indecision left them laying softly on the short, straw colored hair of her tormentor.

Adele's thumb was still worrying Kelly's stiffened clitoris and Kelly moaned deeply as she felt her lust rising within her. She sucked on the leather presence in her mouth almost unconsciously, running her tongue along it, pleasuring it. The blond woman's tongue was probing deeper and deeper into her hot canal and the agile, gentle thumb was teasing her hard nubbin faster and faster. Kelly's thighs started to shudder and shake. She arched her back. She closed her thighs around the shoulders of the blond woman and wrapped her legs around her back. “Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!” she exclaimed, as her pussy began to throb and pulse with her orgasm. Adele was pleasuring her cunt feverishly now, driving her lust higher and higher. “Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!” Kelly called out from behind her gag. Her moans echoed through the tiled room.

When Kelly had achieved quietus from her orgasm, Adele raised her head and pulled the well pleasured woman's legs from around her. Kelly's hands languorously stroked her belly and sought out her burning pussy, which was still echoing the hard contractions of her climax. Adele caught her bound hands in hers and warned her sternly. “That's not allowed, Kelly. You're not allowed to touch yourself."

"Not allowed to touch myself?” Kelly thought with shocked panic. “What does she mean?” She raised her hands away from her loins as if stung by a bee. They came to rest atop her breasts.

Adele, who had not lost hold of her wrists, gently urged her hands higher. “Not your titties, either, honey. I'm sorry, that's the way Ramón wants it."

Kelly's mind reeled with the import of the dream man's newly revealed regulations. The thought she could not touch her own body made her frantic. She felt like they were stealing it away from her a bit at a time. Suddenly, her breasts and her sex loomed in importance for her. As anyone else, Kelly spent most of her day oblivious to the existence of her sex organs. They were just a part of her, parts that obtained significance at certain moments and at certain times. Now she had been deprived of the rights of ownership of them, their existence loomed large in her mind. She wanted desperately to touch herself. Her breasts seemed to be yearning for her, her now hairless vulva craving her warm, comforting touch. Only the dream man and Adele would have access to them now. They would be free to use them, touch them, feel them, and she would not. She realized now that one of the reasons her hands had been tied, aside from the obvious ones, was so she would not make contact with her sexual parts. She recalled Friday night when she had stroked herself to pleasure, fondling her labia lovingly, cupping and squeezing her breasts. That pleasure and freedom was to be denied her. How could she bear it?

"Come on, Kelly,” Adele said, a note of petulance in her voice. “Be a good girl and cooperate. I need to fasten your hands behind your back again. Ramón's waiting."

The reminder of the man's presence in her living room waiting to fuck her again, worsened Kelly's agony. She could feel her body begin to lust for him the moment he was mentioned. She knew she could not oppose him and hated herself for it. Why couldn't he make her happy and carefree like Adele? Why did he want to torment her, humiliate her? How could Adele be so caring and so callous at the same time?

Kelly looked up at her friend. There was no spite or meanness in her face, no sign of her enjoying Kelly's distress. The young blond woman placed her warm hand on Kelly's naked belly and rubbed it comfortingly. “Come on, sweetie, we're not going to hurt you. Ramón cares a lot about you and so do I,” she said. “There's a reason for all this. It's very important. Ramón needs you and you need to help him. You can't hold back anything. You have to belong to him totally. Fighting him will just make you unhappy. I'm going to take good care of you. And don't worry,” she added, smiling, raising her free hand and smoothing it gently over Kelly's plump breasts, “you'll get plenty of attention."

The feel of her friend's hand on her breasts, breasts that were forbidden to her, made Kelly moan. From now on, she would have to depend on someone else to stroke them. They would not feel the sensation of human touch unless it was at someone else's desire. And neither would her private place below. She had a vision of herself kneeling, gagged, begging for her lord to deign to caress her aching mounds, pleading for him to place his hand on her sex, to relieve her lusts. She would not be able to speak her supplications. She would have to plead with her forlorn eyes, jut her needy orbs out at him, unable to do more than whine or moan her desperate desire.

Adele's words were having a magical effect. Ramón needed her. It made her wet just to think it. She needed him too, more than anything she had ever needed before. The thought of shoving her friend aside and making a mad dash out the bathroom window had flashed across her mind in reaction to Adele's announcement that she had lost the right to touch herself, but immediately, the idea of separation from her lover made her ache with loneliness. She would submit. The thought of being governed like some strange prisoner, having fewer liberties than a child, made her cringe with unhappiness. She would do it, nonetheless, all for Ramón, so he would continue to need and use her. If she made him unhappy, opposed his will, he might abandon her, cast her aside for someone who would not. She couldn't imagine what the dream man's purpose was. Kelly didn't care. As long as he continued to let her near him, to feel his warm, comforting touch, the power of his mind as it stoked her lust and the hot radiance of his pleasure bringing cock, she would submit, maybe not happily, but she would submit.

Kelly nodded her bleak acceptance of her lord's will as expressed by his pretty, female disciple. Adele pulled Kelly's hands to her belly and untied them. “Now roll over on your tummy, sweetie, so I can tie you up."

The idea of losing the limited use of her hands, at having them again taken from her view, distressed Kelly, but, when her hands were made free, she dutifully rolled to her stomach and placed them behind her. She expected Adele to immediately begin to refasten them. There was a moment's delay and she heard the rustling of a plastic bag. She realized Adele must have brought it in when she brought the tea. Kelly had been too lost in her reverie to have noticed.

"I told you I had some more surprises for you,” Adele said sweetly. “You don't want those nasty ropes around your wrists, do you? I've got something much better."

Kelly couldn't see behind her. She felt Adele wrapping something around her left wrist and buckling it closed. She tried to move her hand up to where she could see it. Adele grabbed it and kept in place. “No peekie,” she said teasingly. The younger woman then placed a similar object on Kelly's right wrist. She pulled them towards each other and clipped them together.

"Now that's much better,” she said proudly. Kelly realized her friend had placed some kind of slave bracelets on her wrists. She had seen them for sale once online. “Mmmmmmmm!” she protested. She didn't want to be bound up like one of those women on those web sites. She tried to pull her wrists apart. These were even worse than the rope had been. At least with the rope, her wrists were crossed and they could hang loosely behind her. With these, her wrists were confined facing each other and her shoulders were pulled back tautly. She protested again, “Mmmmmmmm!"

"Oh, stop carrying on,” Adele said. “These are much better. There's a soft lining so your wrists won't get all marked up and they won't cut off your circulation. And they're real easy to hook together. I don't think I can tie a good knot to save my life. Now I won't have to.” Kelly tried to pull the confining bracelets apart; they were locked fast together. “The guy at the store said that they're just about impossible to slide off since they fit so snugly under the hands. And your hands look so pretty pressed together like that,” Adele said by way of justification. She placed her hands on Kelly's locked ones. “Oh, and tomorrow, I'm going to do your nails. That'll make them look even prettier."

The last time Kelly had done her nails was in high school. It was a level of vanity she had never really aspired to. It was yet another detail of her loss of the right to control her own body.

Adele went back to the bag and Kelly felt something going around her left ankle and then the right one. “And these are for your legs,” Adele continued. “It's so you won't move around without permission. No more dirty ropes for that either. Although, I think Ramón really likes the feel of tying you off, so he might want to use them on you sometimes any way. That's up to him. Until then, these'll be real comfy."

Adele rose to her feet. She stood back and admired the accouterments she had placed on her friend's unwilling, supine body. “These look really good on you, Kelly,” she said. “They kind of match your hair.” Kelly's long, auburn ponytail was lying across her back. “They come in black too,” the style conscious young woman continued, “but I think I like the brown better.” She paused for a moment, weighing the benefits of black and brown in her mind. “Maybe we'll get the black ones too. Your skin is real light and they might go really good together. We'll have to see. Come on now, you've got to get up."

Kelly, despondent at being so cruelly bound, recalled her vow to submit herself to whatever it took to make her keeper happy. She knew that rising from the soft, blue bathroom rug on which she lay was prepatory to being delivered to his presence. What difference did it make really how she was bound before him? It was just that the ropes had seemed temporary, makeshift, and these bindings bespoke more than that. It was as if her bondage had been institutionalized. An investment had been made, albeit at her expense, to acquire the formal tools of submission. The fact that Adele had gone to the trouble to get them implied some permanency to her condition. How long would they keep her like this, Kelly wondered unhappily as she rose to her knees. How long?

Adele helped Kelly rise to her feet from the kneeling position. She urged Kelly to turn around so she was facing the door. “Oh, I've got some more. I almost forgot,” she said, chastising herself. Adele leaned down to the plain, white shopping bag and pulled out another object. It was a brown leather collar about two inches wide. Kelly's heart sank when she saw what it was. She submitted meekly as the taller, bigger breasted woman fastened it around her neck. Adele had also taken a three foot long leash out of the bag. She clipped its end to a ring in the front of the collar. “Now we won't have to lead you around by your arm,” she told the sad, bound woman. “It makes you look like you're a prisoner at police headquarters. This is much prettier.” She took hold of the leash and jiggled it so the chain swung between Kelly's breasts. Kelly felt like she was about to break down into uncontrollable, heartfelt sobs. She was leashed like a dog, her master's pet. Adele knelt down and she felt something being attached to her ankle bracelets. It was an 18” long chain. Kelly's felt like her heart would break from misery. How could this be happening to her? And her best friend too! Her world had been turned upside down.

Adele stood up. ‘There!” she announced happily. “You're all dressed up! And you look so pretty. Wait till Ramón sees you! Having your hands behind you like that makes your tits stick out really nice. He'll want to fuck you all night long!"

At the mention of Ramón's intentions towards her, Kelly felt a surge of lust in her loins. He was out there, beyond the bathroom door. What would he think of her? How could he think of her as a human being if she was all trussed up like this? Adele placed her hands on Kelly's proffered breasts and massaged them gently. “Oooooouu!” she said, in her pleasant drawl. “He's so lucky. And you're lucky too!” As she said this last, she ran her finger slowly along the length of Kelly's hairless love lips, from the bottom up. The lack of hair and the fact they had been recently shaved made them much more sensitive. Kelly felt a surge of passion. It was a stark reminder of her newfound nudity there.

Adele opened the bathroom door and, giving Kelly's leash a little tug, began to lead her into the living room.

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