Christine

At last! The week was finally over. It had been a HELL of a week at the Foundation, with several late nights and many deadlines to meet. But, it was over now and I could spend a relaxing weekend, by myself, doing nothing or whatever I wanted. First though, I was going to meet a couple girlfriends for a relaxing dinner and a lot of talk. On that Friday night, I closed up the office just before 6:00 PM. I drove the mile or so to the restaurant, parked my car, and walked in. Ashley and Meagan were already there, and yelled, “Hey Christine,” when they saw me. ...

(story continues from Lesbians and Unicorns)_ _continued from part 1 PART TWO Pain and Pleasure OH MY GOD! IT WAS ASHLEY! Ashley meekly walked into the living room. Her face was flushed a bright red, and her breasts were almost as red, as if they had been bound. She glanced at me and smiled, and knelt in front of Cami, with her head bowed in a submissive position. She was totally naked, with her wrists crossed and tied behind her back. Questions flooded my mind. What was going on? How long had Ashley been here? Where were Beth and Lisa? Who was really in charge at the lesbian bar? Was all this planned in advance? Was Ashley actually a sex slave for these women, or was she playing out a role or fantasy for the night? Were they going to make me a sex slave? ...

The Dare - It started as a dare. Beth, Ashley, Lisa and I were out shopping one Saturday afternoon at one of the large malls in the area. We wandered from store to store looking at the clothes on the racks, occasionally pulling out a garment to look at it. We were talking constantly as we shopped. Sometimes, one of us found something to try on, but no one bought anything. It was a pleasant social afternoon of shopping and gabbing. Eventually, our conversation turned to “Girl’s Night.” ...

After I graduated from college, I went to work for my grandfather’s Foundation. I had been accepted in an MBA program at an East Coast University, but decided to defer for at least one year. Rather than get an apartment, I decided to live at home with my Mom and Dad. Either way, I would have to commute to the Foundation’s downtown office. I wanted to get a solid year’s worth of business experience, before deciding if I would go on to grad school. My Dad actually had been running the Foundation, as CEO, since my grandfather retired to Florida. I had worked for the Foundation part-time, and during summers, since I was 16. I found the business of a Foundation fascinating. You met with all types of people, who were involved in many different areas of business. I was placed in charge of new accounts for grant applications under $1 million (with the CEO looking over my shoulder to help me learn and approve my major decisions). ...

Part One My best friend, Lisa, had invited me over for a pool party on a Sunday afternoon in late August, during the summer between my junior and senior years at college. This was going to be the last party of the summer, before everyone went back to school. Because it was a Sunday, we would all have to get up and work the next day, so everyone would leave by midnight. Lisa said we would be playing Strip Slave Poker and other games, with a total of 4 guys and 4 girls participating. ...

After a late lunch out, Lisa, Ashley, Suzi and I were out walking in a park on a warm Sunday afternoon in July. The park was beautiful. There was a lush lawn and the flowers all around were in magnificent bloom. We were just walking around, talking and gossiping and giggling, probably a little too loudly. We were feeling a little hot, and decided to go walk in the nearby woods, to take advantage of the shade. The woods was mostly a pine forest. There were lots of tall pine trees scattered about, with rather small trunks that had no branches until you looked way up. The floor of the woods was covered with soft brown pine needles. Clumps of 6’-8’ high bushes were scattered all over. We weren’t paying much attention to where we walked, as we continued our conversations. ...

Part One Hi, my name is Christine. During my college years, I would spend summers at home working for my grandfather’s Foundation. Virtually all of my close friends, who were home for the summer, would get together about once a month for a pool party at someone’s house. On a June afternoon, the summer between my junior and senior years in college, we were all gathered for a pool party at my best friend Lisa’s house. There were about 20 of us there, probably about 50/50 girls and guys. We’d stay through dinner, ordering pizza or other food delivery, or sometimes barbeque burgers and dogs. The girls all wore their skimpiest sexiest bikinis and the guys generally wore their baggy swim trunks. I was 22 at the time. I was a business major in college and played women’s fast pitch softball. My other interests included: tennis, swimming, painting, dancing, and I’ve been a part time commercial model since I was about 10 years old. I’m 5’10”, 125 pounds, long dark brown hair past my shoulders, deep blue eyes, and 36C-22-35 (yes, the 22” waist is not a typo). I’ve been best friends with Lisa since the 3rd grade. We don’t keep track of each other’s measurements anymore, except maybe dress size and cup size. She’s 5’9”, long blonde hair, blue eyes, slim, fit, sexy, and probably 34Cs. Lisa played softball with me all through high school and college, and is a graphic arts major. Lisa’s rectangular pool has a permanent water polo goal setup at the shallow end. Around the goal is a large backstop type net that returns the ball to the pool, when a shot on goal is missed. ...

PART ONE Saturday - The Next Day This is the sequel to “Bound On The Town” and what happened the next day. However, it is a separate story unto itself. Briefly, I want to recount the events that got Lisa and me into the predicament we found ourselves in on that Saturday morning. In “Bound On The Town,” my girlfriends and I were out shopping together, when the subject of some sort of public bondage adventure came up. Beth and Ashley dared Lisa and I to go to a lesbian bar, with our hands cuffed behind our backs, as their love slaves, to see what would happen. Lisa and I rejected that dare for several reasons, but we eventually came up with another plan for a public bondage outing. ...