Bondage Games And Bondage Slavery

Part 22

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The Bondage Battle

Holly Manning was seething with anger as she watched her husband, Zaman, leave for his fitness session with Aspen Rae, the new personal trainer in town. She couldn't help but feel that Aspen was getting a little too close to her husband, and the thought of those toned arms and legs wrapped around Zaman's body made her blood boil.

As soon as Zaman left, Holly marched into the living room, her eyes fixed on Aspen, who was stretching on the couch. "What's going on, Aspen?" Holly demanded, her voice low and menacing.

Aspen, taken aback by Holly's sudden aggression, tried to laugh it off. "Hey, Holly, what's wrong? I'm just giving your husband a workout, that's all."

But Holly was having none of it. She swiftly grabbed a length of rope and pounced on Aspen, binding her wrists and ankles with expert precision. Aspen struggled and squirmed, but Holly's knots were too tight, and she was soon gagged with duct tape, unable to speak.

Aspen writhed on the couch, her sports bra and short shorts a stark contrast to Holly's elegant olive-green dress. But despite her struggles, she couldn't free herself from the ropes.

Just as Holly was about to make a call to her husband, Aspen suddenly managed to loosen the ropes, and with a triumphant cry, she turned the tables on Holly. The tables were turned, and Holly found herself trussed up and tape-gagged, seated on the dining-room floor.

Aspen's eyes sparkled with mischief as she constricted Holly's movements with a waist-ankle tether. Holly twisted and strained against the ropes, but Aspen's bonds were too strong.

Just then, Zaman walked into the room, a look of amusement on his face. "What's going on here?" he asked, eyeing the two women bound and gagged.

Holly and Aspen exchanged a furious glance, but before they could respond, Zaman spoke up. "You know, I think you two are playing some kind of naughty bondage game. Why don't we take it to the next level?"

Without waiting for their response, Zaman asked Holly to strip down to her bra and panties, and Aspen to remove her top and shorts. The two women exchanged a horrified glance, but Zaman just chuckled and tied Holly up in her underwear, while Aspen squirmed beside her in thong-panties alone.

As they sat side by side on the couch, Zaman sat between them, his arms around their shoulders. He removed their tape gags, and Holly and Aspen murmured sympathetically to each other, their anger forgotten in the face of their shared predicament.

But as Zaman sat back to watch sports, Holly and Aspen began to plot their revenge. When Zaman was distracted, Aspen managed to free herself quietly and clamped her hand over his mouth, whispering to him.

Holly, not to be left out, also freed herself and began to taunt Zaman, holding ropes and rolls of duct tape. Aspen seductively requested Zaman to strip and allow her to tie his wrists and ankles, while Holly tore strips of tape to gag him.

As Zaman's eyes widened in surprise, Holly and Aspen began to explore his bound body, chatting and laughing as they went about their task. It was clear that the tables had turned, and Zaman was now the one in a bind.

As the evening drew to a close, Holly and Aspen sat back, satisfied with their handiwork. They had turned the tables on Zaman, and he was now at their mercy.

As they sipped their drinks, Aspen turned to Holly and whispered, "You know, I think we make a great team."

Holly smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I think you're right, Aspen. And who knows, maybe we'll even start a bondage club of our own."

The two women laughed, their animosity forgotten in the face of their newfound friendship, as Zaman looked on, bound and gagged, a look of surprise on his face.