## Second Time at Helen's House - final part

Post by Fantasmia » Sat Jan 07, 2012 6:14 am

This story is a continuation of my "House sitter" Story found Here viewtopic.php?f=37&t=11561&p=80414#p80414
Helen's House
Several weeks after my house sitting adventures at Helen's house my exams were finally over. I had celebrated with my friends, I had left school for the last time (well as long as I passed) I was looking for a summer job and best of all it was now July and it was looking like a hot summer ahead.
I was sitting in the lounge of our own house late on a Thursday morning. I was in a tight pink T-shirt and denim shorts, my feet up on the coffee table relaxing with a coffee as I scanned the jobs section of the local paper. Mum was on the phone, working part time she free on Thursdays and Fridays, when she suddenly turned to me and said: â€œHelen wants to say thank you again for house sitting earlier in the year and do something nice for you after your exams. She's invited us both over for dinner on Monday.â€
â€œHaven't you got to work on Tuesday Mum?â€ I asked puzzled as to why Helen had not asked us over the weekend.
â€œYes but Helen thought you'd be out with your friends at the weekend. She has a big house and says we can both stay over. I can get to work just as easily from her house as here and she'll run you back here later in the day.â€ Suddenly it struck why Helen had chosen Monday. If we stayed the night and Mum went off to work early then Helen and I would be together when Pam came round.
I did celebrate with my friends over the weekend as Helen predicted and on Monday even went for a job interview. In the evening mum insisted we dress up to meet Helen â€œBecause she always dresses with style.â€ Well I'd seen her undressed in style too I thought. It was a new experience for me having to get dressed up smartly twice in the same day.
We packed overnight bags and mum drove us to Helen's house. Mum was wearing a purple woollen dress with black tights and heels. I told her it was too hot for this weather but she didn't listen. I had a pink blouse with navy blue mini-skirt and white tights with blue flats. The shoes were hardly important because as always there are no shoes in Helen's house beyond the woodblock floor and kitchen. You have to be very careful with cream carpets. When we arrived Helen was dressed with style as Mum had said. She was wearing a red knee length cotton skirt with matching red silk blouse and nude suntan tights. she was also wearing those wedge slippers she had on my first night tied up by her and the peep toes showed her red painted nails.
The meal was wonderful and we talked about how I felt about my exams, which University I hoped to get into and the new job I would be starting. Helen decided that as I had got the job we should celebrate so opened some champagne. By the end of the evening we were all slightly tipsy with one bottle of wine and a bottle of â€œFizzâ€ between 3 of us it was hardly surprising. Mum fell asleep on the sofa as we sat chatting after the meal and only woke up when Helen tickled her feet. Mum made her apologies and made to go up to bed whilst I offered to help Helen clear up. â€œIt's OK.â€ she said â€œYou needn't bother Pam's coming tomorrow.â€ and she winked at me. I think I might have blushed a little. I hoped Mum hadn't noticed.
All three of us were in separate rooms and despite the alcohol on board I found it difficult to sleep with the excitement of what was going to happen tomorrow. I half expected a nightie visit form Helen to tie me to the bed or something but no such luck and eventually at about 1am.
I did get a visit from Helen at about 8-30 the next morning. She was sitting on the edge of my bed with a cup of coffee wearing a black cami-nightdress with a matching short dressing gown over the top. She had those slippers on again. â€œYour mum's already left for work. You need to hurry up if you want to be ready for Pam. She's usually here by 915. I was less elegant than Helen. My hair was all over the place and my pink cotton vest top, spotty white shorts hardly matched her silky elegance. As I looked at my feet I saw even my nail varnish was chipped.
I went to the bathroom, did the necessary and brushed my hair then, without changing, went down stairs to the kitchen where Helen had a wonderful breakfast of Croissants, toast, more freshly brewed coffee and fresh fruit ready for us. It was just as we were finishing the last of our coffee that we heard the key in the lock and Pam entered. she was dressed more in keeping with my style than Helen's, with a fluorescent Pink T-shirt, capri jeans and trainers. she slipped her shoes of on entering to reveal a pair or short trainer socks.
â€œWell,â€ she began â€œjust as you said Helen. Two playthings to amuse myself with today.â€
Last edited by Fantasmia on Wed Feb 01, 2012 11:44 am, edited 4 times in total.

### Re: Second Time at Helen's House

Post by SelenaGfan » Sat Jan 07, 2012 3:04 pm

More please

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Post by hafnermg » Sat Jan 07, 2012 7:08 pm

agreed definitely more please

### Re: Second Time at Helen's House

Post by Fantasmia » Sat Jan 07, 2012 11:36 pm

Second time Part 2
Helen and I both blushed a little and gave little smiles.
â€œHave you got the kit ready?â€ asked Pam
â€œBags are behind the chair.â€ Helen replied. Pam went behind the chair and came back with 2 pairs of handcuffs and a large roll of tape.
â€œNo more Miss nice girl this week. Right?â€
â€œAbsolutely.â€ Said Helen. Pam took the first pair of cuffs and told Helen to turn round. I watched as she took Helen's hands behind her back and locked the cuffs on. \she then told me to turn around and place my hands behind me. I did and soon heard that exciting click, click, click ratchet sound of the cuffs being fastened and then felt the cold metal against my skin.
â€œOh one thing Helen.â€ said Pam.
â€œYes.â€
â€œLoose the shoes.â€ I watched as Helen carefully stepped out of her slippers and shrank about an inch or two in height. Pam then peeled off a strip of tape from the reel in her hand and then standing on one leg reached for her foot. She removed her sock and rolling it up into a little ball said to Helen: â€œOpen up sweetie.â€ I watched as Helen opened her mouth and took the disgusting sock in her mouth without complaint. Pam smoothed the strip of tape over Helen's lips then added 2 more strips for safe keeping.
â€œYour turn now Katie.â€ said Pam turning to me and reaching for her other sock.
â€œNo way.â€ I said.
â€œOh don't worry I put them on clean this morning. Not like the ones I went running in yesterday. Helen gets those when I'm feeling particularly mean.â€
â€œNo.â€ I said and tried to run away. I am not very experienced in running with hands tied behind my back and did not do a very good job of to. I managed to run once around the table before I ran into the couch and hopping on one leg landed, fortunately on the cushion of the chair.
â€œAre you alright?â€ cried Pam, all hint of menace in her voice replaced by concern.
â€œYes yes just the idea of a sock in my mouth puts me right off.â€
â€œIt's not that bad is it. You like it don't you?â€ she said turning to Helen.
â€œMnnnmmm, mmmnnmm.â€ nodded Helen.
â€œWell OK.â€ I said.
â€œBut you did decide to do it the hard way rather than the easy way.â€ said Pam.
As I struggled back to my feet Pam went behind the chair and came back with several lengths of rope. â€œNo. Don't stand up.â€ She proceeded to tie my ankles and knees together before finally balling up her sock and pushing it into my mouth, then smoothing three lengths of tape over the top. It did not taste as bad as I thought it would. Slightly salty but the feeling of humiliation I found a little bit exciting and began to appreciate that today may have as many new surprises as my first experience of being tied up.
I was left rolling around and struggling on the floor as Pam , now barefooted too, led Helen, opening the patio door on to the decking. they were both now out of site as I rolled around, chewing on a sock and wondering what Pam could be doing to Helen. It seemed to take quite a few minutes before Pam came back into the lounge and helped me up to my feet. She then guided me as I hopped and pointed me too out onto the decking. Around the edge of the decking were several wooden posts which held up a lattice overhead. Helen was standing with her back to one of these posts facing sideways so she was neither looking out to the garden or into the house. I was steered towards an other one of these posts and backed into it so I was facing Helen. Pam then took several more lengths of rope and began to tie me to the post. First she looped the rope over and under my breasts, tying it off behind me. Next she moved to my waist and tied that firmly to the post. Finally she tied rope around my knee rope and back to the post. My ankles she left free from the post but tied together. Finally she unlocked my handcuffs from my keft wrist and recuffed my hands behind the post.-
â€œOK.â€ said Pam. â€œIt looks to be a nice sunny day so you shouldn't be too cold. Have fun.â€
It was barely 9.30 but Pam was quite right right and the sun was coming up. there was still a distinct chill in the air as a very cold breeze blew by and as I looked down at my chest I could see my nipples poking out against my top.
Pam nipped into the house then quickly popped out again and put a small white box with a speaker on the front onto the wooden table near us. she then popped back into the house and that was the last I saw of her for some time.
I looked over to Helen and stared straight into her blue eyes. She stared back at me and I could tell from her eyes alone that she was smiling under her gag. I gag-smiled back at her. I saw her eyes turn down as she scanned my body and I began to do the same to her. She was tied like me with ropes around her chest above and below her breasts and also around her waist. Her knees were tied together and to the post but like me her ankles were simply tied together. Is I looked down at her tanned feet she wiggled her red painted nails. Although she was more than twice my age she looked good. her breasts were larger than mine and sagged a little bur her bottom was as shapely as mine and her calves were lender and muscular, the result of time well spent at the fitness club. Although I usually thought of myself as quite good looking sightly I felt a pale, literally, comparison to Helen today with my chipped purple nails and pasty complexion. I wiggled my toes too.
Quite new to being tied up, albeit in my three days of bondage so far I had spent over 40 hours bound and usually gagged, I was still learning some of the subtleties. For example, the only previous time I had been tied up in Helen's garden I had been wearing tights and had my legs free to move around. Today I was barefooted, had my ankles and legs tied together and, being tied to the post could not move. This meant that my feet were becoming a little sore form the slightly rough surface of the timber and the forced standing. being tied together it was also impossible to raise one leg to give it temporary rest and restore circulation then switch to the opposite leg. Both feet were planted firmly on the floor and that was where they were going to stay. even though my ankles were not tied to the post, the fact my knees were made it impossible to move them,. I tried shuffling my feet over the floor but the roughness under my soles made that too unpleasant. All I could do was to try to raise myself onto tip toe, which was different but short lived as it proved, unsurprisingly more stressful, or curl my toes up towards my head. I could wriggle my bottom against the post a little and alter the weight on my feet slightly and my hands had a few inches of movement but there was no way my fingers could reach any knot. I looked over towards Helen and realised she was trying the same small movements to get a little more comfortable in her restraint.
Well my legs and feet may have been aching but the sun was rising in the sky and I could now feel the warmth in my bare arms legs and face. Suddenly another horror struck me. How long was Pam going to leave us In the sun. One thing that had definitely not entered my mind this morning in my excitement was the need for sunscreen. I â€œmmpphhedâ€ a little to attract Helen's attention who seemed to be absent-mindedly staring at my feet. She raised her head and made a similar muffled response. Why I had tired to attract her attention I can not say as I was now completely unable to communicate with her and simplt wriggled and â€œmmphedâ€ some more.
Time passed and the sun rose further. It was now getting pleasantly warm and I tried to reassure myself that the sun was not hot enough yet to burn me. My legs ached and my feet were sore but I had Helen to stare at.
Suddenly the patio door opened and Pam stepped out. She had a cup of coffee in one hand and a glass full of ice in the other. â€œHow's it going ladies?â€ she asked.
â€œMmmmnnnnmmmmgggggnnnmmmm.â€ Helen and I answered in stereo.
â€œComfy?â€
â€œMmmmnnnnmmmmgggggnnnmmmm.â€ again.
Pam sat down in one of the chairs and put her feet up on the table crossing her ankles as she did. She stared out to the garden as she sipped her coffee and from time to time looked over to Helen or to me and ran her eyes up and down our bodies.
After a little while drinking her coffee Pam stood up and walked over to where I was tied to the post. She reached down to my tummy and lifted my top up then tickled my belly button, making me giggle into the gag, whilst she smiled mischievously at me. Then she stroked the side of my face with her finger before kissing me on my cheek and going over to see Helen. As she walked past the table she picked the glass of ice up.
She walked to Helen but stood in such a way that I could not see my fellow prisoner's face, just our captor's back. She raised her heels off the floor as she stood on tiptoe to kiss Helen then stood slightly to one side as I watched her begin to lift Helen's top. She exposed Helen's midriff then began to push the material under the ropes below Helen's breasts. A second later and her big bronzed boobies popped out and Pam tucked the top into the rope over Helen's breasts.
Then she took one of the ice cubes and began to make little rings around first the right nipple then the left. Next she rubbed ice on her tummy then down her legs. I watched Helen wriggle not sure whether she was enjoying this or not. Helen did not scream into her gag but seem entirely comfortable with it. Muffled shrieks and giggles came out from time to time but I think she was smiling with her eyes.
After a few minutes Pam came back to me and unceremoniously pulled the front of my top down and poured the remaining ice over my breasts. fortunately the rope over my chest kept the worst of the ice away but I certainly felt a chill down my front and squirmed as the ice melted and sent freezing water down my front.
meanwhile Pam was untying Helen. First un-cuffing her hands from behind the post to re-cuff them still behind her back but no longer round the upright pole. Her chest, waist and knee ropes were untied and she was made to hop towards the house then up into the lounge. The door shut and I was left alone, outside, still tied to a post and gagged with a pile of ice cubes slowly melting on my breasts.

### Re: Second Time at Helen's House - 15 Jan update

Post by Fantasmia » Sun Jan 15, 2012 7:13 am

After several minutes Pam re-emerged and come over to me. First she un-cuffed my hands and re-cuffed so I was no longer wrapped around the post. next she began to untie the ropes holding me to the post. As she started with the rope above my breasts the melting ice fell further down and was caught by the second rope so the ice was even more in contact with my boobies making me shiver. She then untied my legs from the post but kept my ankles tied together. When the rope below my chest was unties the still melting ice dropped further onto my tummy which was a sudden shock, despite the cold water already running down there. Finally she undid the waist rope and I was free from the post. I sank to my knees on the wooden floor.
â€œHey Lazy. You'll be spending plenty of time sitting down later.â€ scolded Pam as she lifted me to my feet and forced me to hop back to the patio doors again.
Once inside I saw Helen lying on the sofa face down. her top was lying on the floor besides her but she still had the cami-shorts on. Her hands and feet were held together in the small of her back with the four-way leather cuffs I had worn the last time. Her mouth was still taped shut and she now had a leather blindfold over her eyes. she looked beautiful as ever. I was allowed to sit on the floor facing her.
â€œRight lets get this wet top off you.â€ Pam half ordered me. She lifted the top over my head exposing my breasts and making me blush. The top was pushed down my arms until the cuffs caught it.
â€œI think you are quite a bit more flexible than Helen. Shall we find out?â€ as an evil grin spread over her face.
â€œMmmmmnnnmm, mmnnmm, mmgggnnn.â€ but of course my protests were completely ignored.
Pam returned with several leather straps. First she pulled one round my elbows which was uncomfortable but not painful. This allowed her to unlock my cuffs and remove my top without freeing my hands. My wrists were quickly cuffed again and the top was thrown over to land on Helen's. Another strap went round my arms and chest just under my breasts and a third strap round my legs below my knees. Next Pam pushed me back so I was sitting against a chair and then pushed my heels towards my bottom. sge took a longer leather strap and looped it around by back then under my knees and pulled so my knees were pulled back squeezing my breasts. She threaded yet another strap under this one between my thighs and my tummy and looped this one round my ankles pulling my feet back against my bottom. Finally she pushed me over onto my left side and taking a piece of rope, tied it around the chain between my handcuffs and pulled it through the cleft between my buttocks to tie it to the rope around my ankles. she made sure it was tight then stood up to admire her handiwork. I was tied up like a little, or not so little ball. She gave me a couple of push-kicks with the soles of her feet and rolled me towards the middle of the lounge.
â€œLove this position.â€ she teased. â€œit leaves you so vulnerable.â€ With that she smacked my bottom three times, tickled the soles of my feet and smacked me 2 more times.
â€œMmnnmmgg. mmmmnn.â€ I protested ineffectively earning a few more tickles and one more smack. Pam walked over to Helen lying on the couch and slapped her bottom once before giving the soles of her feet a quick tickle. She then went off to carry on cleaning leaving us tied up again.
I experimented with my position. I had thought being tied to the post was quite restrictive and the most immobile I had been. If anything this was even stricter. Usually I had found I could wriggle a little. When I had tied myself up I could hop or drag myself with my feet. even when hogtied I could roll a little from side to side but this was so restrictive I could hardly do anything. I could not move my arms or legs at all. I could turn my head, and wiggle my hands and feet but I could not push against anything or move my limbs enough to get some momentum to roll over. I was stuck on my side as Pam had left me staring out of the big patio windows and seeing the world sideways. I tried shouting into my gag but the sounds were muffled. I did hear Helen make and answering â€œMmnnnmmâ€ noise and heard her move a little but I guess she didn't want to move too much as if she rolled she could easily fall off the Sofa.
I began to get very frustrated and started to strain against my bonds. I began to feel really really helpless. I had the panic feeling I'd last felt when I had discovered I had locked myself up inescapably and was doomed to spend hours tied up and gagged. There was absolutely nothing I could do in this position. And I loved it.
Maybe in response to my strugglings I now heard Helen making muffled grunting sounds as if she was trying to escape. I could hear the cushions on the sofa moving around and imagined her searching for something with her fingers, bending her knees as far as possible to bring her feet up further and give her hands a little slack. I knew that for all her benefits of additional movement she was just as helpless as me. With the padlocks on each ankle and wrist she would never escape. I'm not sure it would be easy even if she had the keys in her hand.
We had no choice but to settle down in the positions Pam had left us and await our release. My heart was pounding and I was panting through my nose with the excitement of my predicament and wondered what restraint, torments and humiliations Pam had in store for us next.

### Re: Second Time at Helen's House - 21 Jan update

Post by Fantasmia » Sat Jan 21, 2012 1:39 am

I could not move and so spent the next hour lying on my side staring out of the window. I could hear Pam working about the house but could not see her or Helen. wiggling my feet and fingers was my only movement. after a while I heard Pam walk down stairs and then talk to Helen. There was also the jingling of keys so I knew someone was being released. Pam told Helen 15 minutes to lunch then left.
I heard Helen gasping,O presumed as she took her gag off, then more jingling and the unlocking of padlocks. The next thing I felt, not heard, was fingers on my bare soles tickling me hard. I wiggled my feet and curled my toes but there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop the assault.
â€œHow does it feel?â€ jeered Helen. All I could do was make the mmmpphing protests I had done all morning. Eventually I saw Helen, well her bare feet and legs from the knees down as she walked around me. Then she knelt down next to me so My face was close to her folded legs and thighs. She began to tickle me again and mix it with more smacks on my bottom.
After a few minutes Helen peeled my gag off and I spat out the sock.
â€œWhy did you have to spank me?â€ I asked.
â€œOh I'm sorry. Your feet and bottom looked just so tempting for a little slap and tickle fun. I hope I didn't hurt you.â€
â€œWell it wasn't what I expected. I was kind of hoping you'd untie me.â€
â€œOh yes.â€ teased Helen. â€œNow where do I start?â€ slowly she untied the rope between my ankles and wrists and unlocked the cuffs and slowly, slowly, one by one unbuckled and released all the belts.
It was so lovely to stretch out again I just pushed my arms and legs out as far as I could. It was only then that I realised Helen, who was leaning over me having undone the last strap, and I were still topless. I reached out and put my arms round Helen, giving her a great big hug and squeezing our breasts together. Helen gave me a kiss and I felt her tongue going into my mouth.
â€œLunch!â€ the moment was broken by Pam announcing food was ready. Helen and I grabbed our respective tops and put them on, mine was still a little damp from the melting Ice earlier on. Lunch was a modest affair of soup, bread and a few lettuce leaves with a mug of coffee each. Once it was done Pam looked at Helen and I with an Evil glint in her eye.
â€œDo you two want to get to know each other better?â€ she asked and winked at Helen.
20 minutes later I was hugging Helen again and feeling her breasts pressing against mine again. This time however I did not have a choice in the matter. Neither could I see How Helen was reacting nor could she kiss me.
Helen and I were sitting in the middle of Helen's bed. Our tops had once again been removed. My arms were around Helen and hers were around me. My left arm passed over her left as did hers over mine. Our legs were also wrapped around one another, right legs on top of left this time. My ankles were joined together with a pair of handcuffs as were my wrists. The chains of these cuffs were linked together with a third pair of cuffs. It was no surprise that Helen's limbs were tied round me and secured in exactly the same way. But simply being tied up topless with a woman twice my age wouldn't be fun round here. I had watched as the evil panel gag was pushed into Helen's mouth and buckled before, covering the lower part of her face and silencing her, before an identical gag was put on me. there was no no chance of kissing. Darkness descended on me as the leather blindfold, with a nice soft black felt lining, was fastened over my eyes and I heard Pam doing the same to Helen. What a sight we must have been.
â€œOK girls. Play nicely together.â€ mocked Pam as she walked out and I heard the hoover start up out on the landing.
So there sat Helen and me, embraced in an endless hug. I pulled a little on my wrist cuffs and found that lifting my feet was not very comfortable so I gave up. I pulled my wrists close towards me and was rewarded by a â€œmmmnnnggmmâ€ of appreciation from Helen. I felt our chests squashed together and my breasts squeezed by Helen's but best of all I felt Helen's arms and legs tighten around me and squeeze me. I gave the same gagged moan of appreciation back to Helen as we lingered in our forced embrace.
Helen released the pressure and I followed suit. Then Helen wriggled about a little. Our breasts rubbed together and my thighs were pushed slightly apart as I felt her come closer. I felt the slightest gentlest rub on the sensitive part between my thighs then felt Helen give a little jump which made our breasts, tummies and thighs all rub against each other.
I wasn't sure if it was simply the close proximity and shared heat from Helen or the eroticism of the position we found ourselves in but I was definitely beginning to work up a sweat. My heart was beating faster and I noticed that I was breathing more heavily (even if it was just through my nose). I also had an itch that I just couldn't scratch. Not even with Helen's help. I squeezed her harder and she did me too. I wriggled on my bottom and shook my hands and feet. Helen pushed down with her feet and jumped a little on her bottom but there was no way we were going to reach that spot and so began one of the most frustrating afternoons of my life. Even more than when I spent the evening tied up helpless by my own hand. And I loved every second of it.

### Re: Second Time at Helen's House - 21 Jan update

Post by Ecstasy » Mon Jan 30, 2012 2:40 am

Conti. Would like to read more

### Re: Second Time at Helen's House - 21 Jan update

Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Jan 30, 2012 3:38 am

Hallo I like ever part you and wait for more to read. I wish I had such relatives.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Second Time at Helen's House - 31 Jan update

Post by Fantasmia » Wed Feb 01, 2012 11:43 am

â€œAnd what do you two think you are doing?â€ It was Pam's voice. I was a sweaty mess and I could feel myself sliding against Helen's clammy body as slippery together as if we'd been liberally rubbed in oil. â€œIs the money in the usual place?â€
â€œMmnngggnnn.â€ I felt Helen nod.
â€œI should leave you two dirty girls tied up all day.â€ Pam laughed then I flt her take my hand an unlock the cuffs. She placed the key in my hands. â€œBye bye until Saturday.â€ she said, and I heard the sound of her feet on the stairs.
I reached behind my head and unfastened my blindfold. I looked at Helen still blindfolded and gagged with her arms and legs wrapped tightly round me. I wriggled myself out from under Helen's arms and, by feel, reached my feet with the keys and unfastened the cuffs. I stretched my legs out straight and my arms up high. Helens legs were still around me. I gave her sides a tickle and thrilled when she wriggled against me and I saw her breasts wobble.
I managed to squirm out from between Helen's legs and crawled away to step off the bed and stand looking at Helen. I then turned to look at myself in the mirror. I was glistening with sweat, my hair was matted to my face, sweat dripped onto and rolled down my bare breasts and I still had the gag in place. I just began to realise then mu jaws were aching. I had been gagged for so long today that it ha actually begun to feel normal. I reached behind me and unbuckled the gag. â€œOoohhh! That feels sooo good. Ohh yes!â€
â€œMMMnnnnmm.â€ said a very sweaty and still restrained Helen on the bed.
â€œYou may well â€œmmmmâ€ â€œ I taunted. Let me think what happened. I lunged at Helen's feet and began to tickle them. Helen rolled onto her side in an attempt to escape but I grabbed her cuffs and tickled her bare soles even more relentlessly. I suddenly caught site of the clock.
â€œOh my God its past 4. I've got to get ready to go home or mum will wonder.â€ I didn't want to let Helen get off that easily though so I unlocked the cuffs joining her wrists to her ankles and helped her to the edge of the bed. She got to her feet. She was still blindfolded and gagged and her ankles were chained together with her hands in front of her. I led her by the wrists and made her hop after me as I walked back to my room to pick up my wash things and then to the bathroom. As I stepped into the shower the warm water felt lovely on my body and I wanted to savour it more. I looked at Helen who was now sitting in a little dishevelled, sweaty, tied up ball, hugging her knees. As I showered she had unbuckled her blindfold but was still gagged. As I stepped out of the shower naked she watched and her eyes widened. She tried to say something but the gag was far too effective. I ran back to her bedroom dressed in just a towel grabbed the keys and threw them to her.
As I dressed in the clothes I had brought with me I realised how inappropriate they were. I had a short denim skirt with a red t-shirt. The marks on my arms and legs from the restraints were obvious.
Helen came into the room looking like I'd never seen her before. â€œWe've got to hurry.â€ she said. The normally immaculately turned out lady now had her hair pulled back in a raggedy pony tail. She was wearing a blue sweatshirt and baggy grey jogging bottoms. I quickly packed my clothes and we ran down the stairs and into her car. Me grabbing the heels I had come in the previous night but not putting them on for the sake of speed. Helen was still barefoot too.
I got back home just in time to get upstairs and cover up the various marks. Mum may have wondered why I was scruffily wearing a baggy sweater, jeans and un-matching socks but with a full face of make-up and slightly damp hair; but if she did she said nothing about it.
I asked her about her day at work and tired to make the subject anything other than what I had done. I didn't listen to her answers though. All the time I was thinking of Helen's last words to me as she dropped me off at home. I had asked Helen why Pam had said â€œUntil Saturday.â€
Helen said: â€œWhy not come over and see.â€