Bondage Games And Bondage Slavery

Part 13

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The Bondage Game

Holly Manning was fuming as she watched her husband, Zaman, walk out of the house with a smile on his face. She had been suspecting that his new personal trainer, Aspen Rae, was getting a bit too close to him. The way Aspen touched Zaman's muscles, the way she whispered instructions in his ear, it all seemed too personal to Holly.

She decided to take matters into her own hands and confronted Aspen at her home gym. "You're not just giving him workouts, are you?" Holly accused, her voice trembling with anger.

Aspen laughed it off, saying that she was just doing her job, but Holly was not convinced. She snatched a roll of duct tape from her purse and gagged Aspen, rendering her speechless. Then, she quickly tied her up with rope, securing her to the couch.

Aspen struggled and squirmed, but Holly was determined to keep her captive. She left the room, calling her husband to come and see what she had caught. But when she returned, she was shocked to find that Aspen had managed to free herself.

The tables had turned, and now Holly found herself bound and gagged, seated on the dining room floor. Aspen had cleverly used the same ropes to restrain her, and Holly was furious.

Just as she was about to try and escape, Zaman walked into the room, a look of amusement on his face. "What's going on here?" he asked, chuckling.

Holly tried to speak, but the duct tape was too effective. Aspen just shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Zaman's eyes sparkled with excitement as he took in the scene before him. "Well, it looks like you two have been playing some naughty bondage games," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Holly's eyes widened in horror as Zaman approached her, a rope in his hand. "I think we can take this game to the next level," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Before Holly could protest, Zaman had stripped her down to her bra and panties, and tied her up again. Aspen, who had been watching with interest, was also asked to strip down to her thong panties. The two women were seated side by side on the couch, their hands bound behind their backs, their mouths still gagged with duct tape.

Zaman sat between them, a self-satisfied grin on his face. "Now, this is what I call a fun afternoon," he said, putting his arms around their shoulders.

Holly and Aspen exchanged a look of outrage, but they were powerless to do anything but sit there, bound and gagged. Zaman leaned forward and kissed their tape-gagged mouths, chuckling to himself as he settled in to watch sports on TV.

As the hours passed, Holly and Aspen began to bond over their shared predicament. They murmured sympathetically to each other through their gags, their initial anger and resentment giving way to a sense of camaraderie.

Finally, Zaman decided to remove their tape gags, and the two women let out a collective sigh of relief. "What do you want to say?" Zaman asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Holly and Aspen looked at each other, and then back at Zaman. "You're a very naughty boy," Holly said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Aspen nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and we're not going to forget this anytime soon."

Zaman chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm shaking in my boots," he said, reapplying the tape gags with a flourish.

As the three of them sat there, bound and gagged, Holly couldn't help but wonder what other surprises the day might hold. One thing was for sure, though - she would never look at her husband or her personal trainer in the same way again.