Bondage Games And Bondage Slavery

Part 19

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The Fitness Fiasco

Holly Manning was seething with rage as she watched her husband, Zaman, walk out of the house, whistling a happy tune. She had been suspecting for weeks that his new fitness instructor, Aspen Rae, was getting a little too close to him. And now, she had proof.

Aspen, with her toned body and radiant smile, was giving Zaman private workouts at their home. Holly had tried to brush it off as innocent, but the way Aspen touched Zaman's muscles, the way she laughed at his jokes, and the way she seemed to gaze adoringly at him made Holly's blood boil.

Determined to get to the bottom of things, Holly stormed into the living room, where Aspen was waiting for her next session with Zaman. "You're doing more than just giving my husband a workout, aren't you?" Holly accused, her voice low and menacing.

Aspen, taken aback by Holly's sudden outburst, tried to laugh it off. "Oh, Holly, I think you're misunderstanding—"

But Holly wasn't having it. She quickly rummaged through her closet and pulled out a length of rope, which she expertly tied around Aspen's wrists and ankles. Aspen struggled and squirmed, but Holly was too quick. She gagged the fitness instructor with duct tape, rendering her mute and helpless.

Aspen writhed on the couch, her sports bra and short shorts a stark contrast to Holly's elegant olive-green dress. Holly glared at her, her anger and jealousy simmering just below the surface.

But little did Holly know, Aspen was not one to give up easily. Despite her bonds, the fitness instructor began to struggle and contort her body, trying to loosen the ropes that held her captive. And to Holly's surprise, Aspen's efforts finally paid off. The ropes began to unravel, and Aspen quickly freed herself.

When Holly returned from calling her husband, she was shocked to find Aspen standing over her, a triumphant smile on her face. The tables had turned, and now it was Holly who was trussed up and tape-gagged, seated on the dining-room floor.

Aspen seemed to take great pleasure in Holly's predicament, binding her with a waist-ankle tether that left her struggling and helpless. But just as it seemed like Aspen had emerged victorious, Zaman walked into the room, a look of amusement on his face.

"Ah, I see you two are getting along," he said, chuckling.

Holly and Aspen exchanged a furious glance, but Zaman just shook his head. "No, no, no. This isn't a fight. This is just a little game, isn't it?"

Without waiting for a response, Zaman began to untie Holly, but only to rebind her in her bra and panties. He then turned to Aspen, asking her to strip down to her thong panties, and tied her up alongside Holly on the couch.

As the two women sat side by side, gagged and helpless, Zaman sat between them, a self-satisfied grin on his face. He chatted with them, making small talk, and even kissed their tape-gagged mouths.

But as the night wore on, Holly and Aspen began to bond over their shared predicament. They exchanged sympathetic murmurs and glances, their anger and resentment slowly giving way to a strange sense of camaraderie.

When Zaman finally removed their tape gags, the women spoke in unison, "We want to tie you up and tape gag you!"

Zaman chuckled and reapplied the tape gags, saying, "Maybe later, my dears."

As the night drew to a close, Zaman fetched food from the kitchen and sat between his two bound and gagged companions, chatting with them as he ate. After dinner, he snapped a few photos of himself with the two women, posting them on his social media account with the caption, "Bonding with the ladies."

As the comments rolled in, Holly and Aspen glared at Zaman, their anger and frustration simmering just below the surface. But deep down, they knew they had been outsmarted by the cunning husband. And as they sat there, bound and gagged, they couldn't help but wonder what other games Zaman had in store for them.