JoBeth & Amy #1: Tying Up Loose Ends
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JoBeth & Amy #1: Tying Up Loose Ends Ch 8 (End)
JoBeth & Amy: Story 01 – Tying Up Loose Ends - (September) - PART 8 (End)
*WARNINGS: This story IS FOR 18+ ONLY! If you don't like adult situations, don't read any further!! This story will eventually contain BONDAGE, a sexual situation, and will involve a suggestive bit of girl/girl fun...*
“Hhhhnn..!” JoBeth stirred quietly on the bed, stretching her legs out and shifting her arms as she let a yawn and a sigh into her gag. “Hllo?” [Hello?] she called out tiredly, and she was met with only silence. “HLLO??” [Hello?]
The sound seemed to echo in the large room, but the leather hood stretched over her ears kept her from hearing clearly. Her heart began to race as the possibility of being left behind in the room, alone and bound, crossed her mind before a quick tug let one of her arms slip loose.
“Hnnn?” the hooded brunette moaned into her gag, curiously. With a quick tug, her sleeve pulled out from where it had been wrapped around her body; she’d regained full use of her arm. Giggling, JoBeth rolled over and slid the other arm out from the loop over her stomach, letting her tired arms fall gently to her sides.
“Nnnff…” JoBeth sighed, catching her breath as her heart begun to slow down. The blonde girl would never have done something like that to her. Propping herself up on the bed, the strap between her legs pulled loose; the accompanying release of the warm pressure between her legs caused her to sigh longingly.
With a quick shimmy, JoBeth found the back of the straightjacket to be unbuckled as well. After a few twists and turns, her shoulders slipped free. She gripped the end of one sleeve as best as she could with her other canvas-covered hand, sliding the sleeve off her arm and flexing her fingers luxuriously once they were free.
“Haah…” JoBeth sighed, smiling around the gag and under the leather hood still laced around her head. Pulling the other sleeve off her arm, she let her straightjacket fall limp and empty into her lap. “Fhhr we goh…” [There we go..]
Feeling her way over the back of her neck, her fingers finally came across the knotted laces, and a few swift tugs let the knot fall loose. Pulling the two sides of the hood apart, she felt the material loosen around her face, letting the ball in her mouth settle back into its normal position. “Mmmfff…” she moaned, sliding the hood up and off her head.
“Aaah!!” she sighed deeply, a wide smile forming around her gag as she regained her vision in the dimmed light of the basement warehouse. She held out the hood in her hands, curious to see what the object that had been pulled tightly around her head looked like.
“Huhh… Neaht…” [Huh… Neat…] she observed with a smirk, turning it over in her hands. There appeared to be two panels that could detach from the rest of the hood; a padded one that had covered her eyes and a smooth panel that covered her mouth. With a giggle, she couldn’t help but wonder what she’d looked like in the hood as she tossed it down onto the bed next to her.
Looking down to the end of the bed, she still saw the cuffs secured around her ankles, but one of the locks had a key unturned in its hole. “Hohp fhihf ihf ih…” [Hope this is it…] she trailed off, giving the key a twist and squeaking happily when the lock popped open.
“Hn hn hnn…” she giggled, the gag still muffling her voice as she pulled the first ankle cuff’s buckle loose. Taking the key out of the first lock, she tried it on the second and was met with similar success. A moment later, both ankles were free.
“Hmm…” JoBeth moaned as her hands next turned to the gag still tightly strapped in her mouth. Feeling quickly behind her neck, she remembered the small lock that the blonde had used on her gag as well. She first tried the key from her ankle cuffs, and it wouldn’t turn. “Uh ohh…” she moaned, looking around the bed for a second key until realizing with a quick glance that something was hanging loosely around her neck; another key.
“Goohff,” [Goof,] JoBeth chuckled, thinking of the blonde’s playful winks as she pulled the makeshift string necklace that held the key off her neck. It took a moment to find the keyhole but once she did, it took a quick turn to spring the lock loose.
“Fhhere!” [There!] JoBeth exclaimed, letting the opened lock and its key drop down to the bed as she pulled the gag’s strap out of the buckle. With a yank, the clasp fell out and the straps fell limp to either side of her face. Taking a strap in each hand, the brunette dropped her jaw as much as she could and with a ‘pop,’ the gag came out.
“Aaaah…” the young and fully freed girl wiped her drool-covered lips off on the pillow before taking a quick look around the room.
Everything that had been there earlier was gone. The boxes were missing along with every paper and piece of equipment in sight. The side door where the truck had been was now closed, and the only light on served to brighten the exit out of the mansion, undoubtedly left on by her blonde captor, just for her.
“Alrighty, let’s see here…” she sighed, taking stock of her own situation once satisfied that no danger posed itself. Her own former bonds were scattered all around her, and JoBeth found her skirt hanging over a bar at the foot of the stretcher and smiled; the blonde really had taken care of it. Her boots were on the floor next to the bed, along with her backpack and a small envelope with her name written on it in what had to be the blonde’s handwriting.
“What a goof,” JoBeth sighed, still shifting her jaw around as she got used to not having a large ball strapped inside of it once again. She crawled to the foot of the bed and grabbed one of her boots off the floor, quickly slipping it on. Repeating the same motions with the other boot, the now fully-awake brunette hopped off the bed.
Grabbing her skirt, she wrapped it back around her hips, sliding the zipper back up and completing her outfit again. “Come on, mister camera… Be safe…” JoBeth worried, leaning down to pick up her backpack before setting it down on the bed. Digging her camera out from the bag, everything seemed perfectly fine outside of the fact that the roll of film she’d shot of the room was completely missing.
“Aw, man…” she lamented, closing the film cover and putting the camera back inside her bag. The moment of disappointment was quickly met by one of understanding as to just where it had gone off to. Deep down inside, she didn’t want the blonde girl getting arrested, and no small part of her wished that the blonde might find a way to ‘arrest’ her again.
A giddy smile crossed JoBeth’s lips as she thought back to events of the day, and how she’d found herself enjoying not just her bonds, but the delicious orgasm she’d been able to have thanks to the blonde’s wondrous attentions. “Alright, maybe it wasn’t a total bust…” she conceded to no one in particular as she felt a few muted tingles between her legs. The orgasm she’d had was one of the most intense she’d had in quite a while, and if the opportunity ever presented itself, she wanted to return the favor in kind, or even ask the blue-eyed girl if she could experience it again.
JoBeth’s lips still curled up in a grin as she leaned down to pick up the envelope, pulling out the few pieces of paper inside.
“Oh God…” she gasped, flipping through the first few items to find that they were all pictures of her, bound, gagged and asleep on the stretcher. A bright, embarrassed blush shined on her pale cheeks as the first few showed her before the hood, smiling away around the gag and with a little bit of drool slipping out from behind her lips.
“I still look pretty good though…” she mused aloud, her eyes running over the straightjacket that had bound her body tightly. The canvas fit perfectly against her every curve, and she couldn’t help but understand just what the blonde doctor was staring at the whole time. Her blush deepened as she looked at the last few pictures to see what she looked like in that leather hood.
“Hah ha…” she laughed, unable to contain a mortified giggle. As odd as it was to see these pictures, JoBeth felt her heart beating faster in her chest and she couldn’t deny that she found them all to be just a little more than exciting.
Placing the pictures back inside the envelope, she unfolded the piece of paper that accompanied them and started to read the note her blonde captor had left.
JoBeth,
I have no idea what to put here in this note other than my thanks for all the memories I won’t be able to stop thinking about, and, to help, the copies of these pictures I’ll be keeping for myself…
“Oh God!!” JoBeth sighed, her hand shooting up to cover her cheeks that were flushing a deep shade of red. The blush grew over her entire face as she fought off her deep embarrassment.
…Keeping you ‘quiet and out of the way’ was more of a dream than I could ever tell you, and I guess I can only hope that one day I might just run into my new favorite brunette reporter and really spend some quality time with her alone... But until then, you take care of yourself, cutie. I can’t thank you enough for letting me tie you up, and I REALLY hope to see you… and keep you… again…
XOXOXO
Amy
JoBeth smiled, her whole body glowing warm at the prospect of what the blonde, Amy, said at the end of her letter. She felt a welcome warmth grow between her legs as she rolled the blonde’s name around in her head, finally having something to attach to all the brilliant experiences she’d had at the hands of her strange and caring captor. Her note even somehow carried her sweet, flowery scent.
“‘Amy’…” JoBeth mused, another shy smile crossing her soft red lips as she folded the letter up and slid it back inside the envelope. Still inside the envelope was one last item; a $20 bill with a post-it note attached with a phone number and a note reading: ‘Cab fare home.’
“Yup,” JoBeth nodded, tucking the money under her skirt. “She’s definitely a goof.” Finally pulling her watch out of her bag, she noticed the time. It was nearly three a.m. Sunday morning; she’d been tied up for nearly the last twelve hours.
“Oh, crap!!” JoBeth squealed, feeling a momentary panic over the fact that she had been gone in this mansion in one way or another for the past two days, and the walk back home would take another 2 hours. But she was able to quickly calm back down as the groggy and somewhat stiff and sore girl remembered the phone number of what she guessed was a local cab company and fare for the ride home that Amy had left for her in the envelope. A ride should have her back to her dorm room and in a hot shower in under twenty minutes.
“Heh,” she sighed, surveying the empty room one last time. “About time I get out of here too, huh?” The only things that remained with her were her former bonds all laid out on the stretcher she’d been held captive on for the past half day. As strange as it was to have been bound, gagged and made completely helpless, JoBeth couldn’t help but think of her captivity fondly, especially in the hands of someone like her blonde captor.
“Hahh…” she sighed, leaning on the stretcher for a bit of support as she recalled the pleasure she felt from that one orgasm she’d had on her own and imagined what it might be like to have one with Amy, or to even have one taken from her by Amy.
Snapping out of her reverie, JoBeth gave a quick glance over her shoulder as an embarrassed but giddy smile set over her. “Well, as long as no one else’ll be using these…” she trailed off, unzipping her backpack. With a few quick motions, the straightjacket, ballgag and leather hood all found their way inside. The brunette didn’t bother to stifle an excited giggle as she pulled the ankle cuffs free of their bar and added them to her new stash, along with every lock and key still left on the bed.
“Might as well…” she trailed off with a blush and a giggle. Zipping up the nearly full and much heavier teddy bear backpack that had lead her down this strange but wonderful path, JoBeth left her stretcher behind, darting quickly out the back door of the warehouse to find herself at the top of the mansion’s long driveway.
On her way to back to the mansion, she remembered seeing a block of payphones that would bring her a ride back home, and as she headed out into the cool night air, all her thoughts turned to her vivid memories of her captivity, a hope against hope that she might run into her ‘Amy’ again, and the long, hot shower that was now only minutes away.
The End (for now!)
*WARNINGS: This story IS FOR 18+ ONLY! If you don't like adult situations, don't read any further!! This story will eventually contain BONDAGE, a sexual situation, and will involve a suggestive bit of girl/girl fun...*
“Hhhhnn..!” JoBeth stirred quietly on the bed, stretching her legs out and shifting her arms as she let a yawn and a sigh into her gag. “Hllo?” [Hello?] she called out tiredly, and she was met with only silence. “HLLO??” [Hello?]
The sound seemed to echo in the large room, but the leather hood stretched over her ears kept her from hearing clearly. Her heart began to race as the possibility of being left behind in the room, alone and bound, crossed her mind before a quick tug let one of her arms slip loose.
“Hnnn?” the hooded brunette moaned into her gag, curiously. With a quick tug, her sleeve pulled out from where it had been wrapped around her body; she’d regained full use of her arm. Giggling, JoBeth rolled over and slid the other arm out from the loop over her stomach, letting her tired arms fall gently to her sides.
“Nnnff…” JoBeth sighed, catching her breath as her heart begun to slow down. The blonde girl would never have done something like that to her. Propping herself up on the bed, the strap between her legs pulled loose; the accompanying release of the warm pressure between her legs caused her to sigh longingly.
With a quick shimmy, JoBeth found the back of the straightjacket to be unbuckled as well. After a few twists and turns, her shoulders slipped free. She gripped the end of one sleeve as best as she could with her other canvas-covered hand, sliding the sleeve off her arm and flexing her fingers luxuriously once they were free.
“Haah…” JoBeth sighed, smiling around the gag and under the leather hood still laced around her head. Pulling the other sleeve off her arm, she let her straightjacket fall limp and empty into her lap. “Fhhr we goh…” [There we go..]
Feeling her way over the back of her neck, her fingers finally came across the knotted laces, and a few swift tugs let the knot fall loose. Pulling the two sides of the hood apart, she felt the material loosen around her face, letting the ball in her mouth settle back into its normal position. “Mmmfff…” she moaned, sliding the hood up and off her head.
“Aaah!!” she sighed deeply, a wide smile forming around her gag as she regained her vision in the dimmed light of the basement warehouse. She held out the hood in her hands, curious to see what the object that had been pulled tightly around her head looked like.
“Huhh… Neaht…” [Huh… Neat…] she observed with a smirk, turning it over in her hands. There appeared to be two panels that could detach from the rest of the hood; a padded one that had covered her eyes and a smooth panel that covered her mouth. With a giggle, she couldn’t help but wonder what she’d looked like in the hood as she tossed it down onto the bed next to her.
Looking down to the end of the bed, she still saw the cuffs secured around her ankles, but one of the locks had a key unturned in its hole. “Hohp fhihf ihf ih…” [Hope this is it…] she trailed off, giving the key a twist and squeaking happily when the lock popped open.
“Hn hn hnn…” she giggled, the gag still muffling her voice as she pulled the first ankle cuff’s buckle loose. Taking the key out of the first lock, she tried it on the second and was met with similar success. A moment later, both ankles were free.
“Hmm…” JoBeth moaned as her hands next turned to the gag still tightly strapped in her mouth. Feeling quickly behind her neck, she remembered the small lock that the blonde had used on her gag as well. She first tried the key from her ankle cuffs, and it wouldn’t turn. “Uh ohh…” she moaned, looking around the bed for a second key until realizing with a quick glance that something was hanging loosely around her neck; another key.
“Goohff,” [Goof,] JoBeth chuckled, thinking of the blonde’s playful winks as she pulled the makeshift string necklace that held the key off her neck. It took a moment to find the keyhole but once she did, it took a quick turn to spring the lock loose.
“Fhhere!” [There!] JoBeth exclaimed, letting the opened lock and its key drop down to the bed as she pulled the gag’s strap out of the buckle. With a yank, the clasp fell out and the straps fell limp to either side of her face. Taking a strap in each hand, the brunette dropped her jaw as much as she could and with a ‘pop,’ the gag came out.
“Aaaah…” the young and fully freed girl wiped her drool-covered lips off on the pillow before taking a quick look around the room.
Everything that had been there earlier was gone. The boxes were missing along with every paper and piece of equipment in sight. The side door where the truck had been was now closed, and the only light on served to brighten the exit out of the mansion, undoubtedly left on by her blonde captor, just for her.
“Alrighty, let’s see here…” she sighed, taking stock of her own situation once satisfied that no danger posed itself. Her own former bonds were scattered all around her, and JoBeth found her skirt hanging over a bar at the foot of the stretcher and smiled; the blonde really had taken care of it. Her boots were on the floor next to the bed, along with her backpack and a small envelope with her name written on it in what had to be the blonde’s handwriting.
“What a goof,” JoBeth sighed, still shifting her jaw around as she got used to not having a large ball strapped inside of it once again. She crawled to the foot of the bed and grabbed one of her boots off the floor, quickly slipping it on. Repeating the same motions with the other boot, the now fully-awake brunette hopped off the bed.
Grabbing her skirt, she wrapped it back around her hips, sliding the zipper back up and completing her outfit again. “Come on, mister camera… Be safe…” JoBeth worried, leaning down to pick up her backpack before setting it down on the bed. Digging her camera out from the bag, everything seemed perfectly fine outside of the fact that the roll of film she’d shot of the room was completely missing.
“Aw, man…” she lamented, closing the film cover and putting the camera back inside her bag. The moment of disappointment was quickly met by one of understanding as to just where it had gone off to. Deep down inside, she didn’t want the blonde girl getting arrested, and no small part of her wished that the blonde might find a way to ‘arrest’ her again.
A giddy smile crossed JoBeth’s lips as she thought back to events of the day, and how she’d found herself enjoying not just her bonds, but the delicious orgasm she’d been able to have thanks to the blonde’s wondrous attentions. “Alright, maybe it wasn’t a total bust…” she conceded to no one in particular as she felt a few muted tingles between her legs. The orgasm she’d had was one of the most intense she’d had in quite a while, and if the opportunity ever presented itself, she wanted to return the favor in kind, or even ask the blue-eyed girl if she could experience it again.
JoBeth’s lips still curled up in a grin as she leaned down to pick up the envelope, pulling out the few pieces of paper inside.
“Oh God…” she gasped, flipping through the first few items to find that they were all pictures of her, bound, gagged and asleep on the stretcher. A bright, embarrassed blush shined on her pale cheeks as the first few showed her before the hood, smiling away around the gag and with a little bit of drool slipping out from behind her lips.
“I still look pretty good though…” she mused aloud, her eyes running over the straightjacket that had bound her body tightly. The canvas fit perfectly against her every curve, and she couldn’t help but understand just what the blonde doctor was staring at the whole time. Her blush deepened as she looked at the last few pictures to see what she looked like in that leather hood.
“Hah ha…” she laughed, unable to contain a mortified giggle. As odd as it was to see these pictures, JoBeth felt her heart beating faster in her chest and she couldn’t deny that she found them all to be just a little more than exciting.
Placing the pictures back inside the envelope, she unfolded the piece of paper that accompanied them and started to read the note her blonde captor had left.
JoBeth,
I have no idea what to put here in this note other than my thanks for all the memories I won’t be able to stop thinking about, and, to help, the copies of these pictures I’ll be keeping for myself…
“Oh God!!” JoBeth sighed, her hand shooting up to cover her cheeks that were flushing a deep shade of red. The blush grew over her entire face as she fought off her deep embarrassment.
…Keeping you ‘quiet and out of the way’ was more of a dream than I could ever tell you, and I guess I can only hope that one day I might just run into my new favorite brunette reporter and really spend some quality time with her alone... But until then, you take care of yourself, cutie. I can’t thank you enough for letting me tie you up, and I REALLY hope to see you… and keep you… again…
XOXOXO
Amy
JoBeth smiled, her whole body glowing warm at the prospect of what the blonde, Amy, said at the end of her letter. She felt a welcome warmth grow between her legs as she rolled the blonde’s name around in her head, finally having something to attach to all the brilliant experiences she’d had at the hands of her strange and caring captor. Her note even somehow carried her sweet, flowery scent.
“‘Amy’…” JoBeth mused, another shy smile crossing her soft red lips as she folded the letter up and slid it back inside the envelope. Still inside the envelope was one last item; a $20 bill with a post-it note attached with a phone number and a note reading: ‘Cab fare home.’
“Yup,” JoBeth nodded, tucking the money under her skirt. “She’s definitely a goof.” Finally pulling her watch out of her bag, she noticed the time. It was nearly three a.m. Sunday morning; she’d been tied up for nearly the last twelve hours.
“Oh, crap!!” JoBeth squealed, feeling a momentary panic over the fact that she had been gone in this mansion in one way or another for the past two days, and the walk back home would take another 2 hours. But she was able to quickly calm back down as the groggy and somewhat stiff and sore girl remembered the phone number of what she guessed was a local cab company and fare for the ride home that Amy had left for her in the envelope. A ride should have her back to her dorm room and in a hot shower in under twenty minutes.
“Heh,” she sighed, surveying the empty room one last time. “About time I get out of here too, huh?” The only things that remained with her were her former bonds all laid out on the stretcher she’d been held captive on for the past half day. As strange as it was to have been bound, gagged and made completely helpless, JoBeth couldn’t help but think of her captivity fondly, especially in the hands of someone like her blonde captor.
“Hahh…” she sighed, leaning on the stretcher for a bit of support as she recalled the pleasure she felt from that one orgasm she’d had on her own and imagined what it might be like to have one with Amy, or to even have one taken from her by Amy.
Snapping out of her reverie, JoBeth gave a quick glance over her shoulder as an embarrassed but giddy smile set over her. “Well, as long as no one else’ll be using these…” she trailed off, unzipping her backpack. With a few quick motions, the straightjacket, ballgag and leather hood all found their way inside. The brunette didn’t bother to stifle an excited giggle as she pulled the ankle cuffs free of their bar and added them to her new stash, along with every lock and key still left on the bed.
“Might as well…” she trailed off with a blush and a giggle. Zipping up the nearly full and much heavier teddy bear backpack that had lead her down this strange but wonderful path, JoBeth left her stretcher behind, darting quickly out the back door of the warehouse to find herself at the top of the mansion’s long driveway.
On her way to back to the mansion, she remembered seeing a block of payphones that would bring her a ride back home, and as she headed out into the cool night air, all her thoughts turned to her vivid memories of her captivity, a hope against hope that she might run into her ‘Amy’ again, and the long, hot shower that was now only minutes away.
The End (for now!)