by HC2B@excite.com

It started out as a typical Saturday night for Denise and myself. Jimmy, my cuffmate and significant other, was away on business for the weekend. Denise’s husband Al, a correction officer for NYC, was pulling his monthly double shift, 4pm Saturday to 8am Sunday. So here we are, Denise and I, eating pizza, drinking beer and wine, and watching 2 for 1 video rentals. Now, as some of you already know from my previous 2 stories, A Weekend in Handcuffs and The Loyal Assistant, I’m a handcuff enthusiast. I love to be in cuffs every chance I get. Denise, I had found out a couple of years ago, is a big time bondage practitioner. For those of you don’t know, Denise and I have known each other for over 20 years, from grade school to high school to collage, etc….. (Just a quick glimpse to the past. After Jimmy and I found out that Denise was into bondage, we invited her over for a few handcuff fun and game sessions. STRICKLY FUN AND GAMES. The adult part of the cuffing sessions were kept between Jimmy and myself).
 Anyway, after a couple of beers and a glass of wine or two each, Denise and I were feeling kind of giddy. One part from the movie showed a police roundup of a prostitution ring. There, dancing across my TV screen, were 5 women handcuffed and ankle cuffed together being led into a police van. Denise looked over to me with a wicked gleam in eye, got off the couch and went to fetch my stash of goodies. When she came back with the goodies, Denise said, " You look naked sitting there without cuffs on Mara, so here they are". Denise then proceeds to place 3 pairs of cuffs on my wrists, 2 pairs of ankle cuffs on my ankles. She then places a leather belt with a D ring attached to it around my waist and padlocked it. She then placed a fourth pair of cuffs through the D ring and cuffs my hands to those. Next, she takes out a leather collar with a chain attached to it. The chain has a single handcuff attached to the end of it. She locks the collar around my neck. Denise isn’t finished just yet. She takes out my favorite ball gag harness, places the ball firmly in my mouth, and then does the straps up nice and snug. Next, she takes out another pair of handcuffs and ankle cuffs and cuffs herself up. She steps back to take a look at her handy work. Denise mumbles something like "That should do it". She then proceeds to take the chain that is connected to my collar and puts the cuff around her wrist. Denise then announces "It’s time to exercise the prisoner". She pulls me off the couch by my chain and leads me around the apartment.
 Now, image 2 women, one totally chained and cuffed up and the other with ankle and handcuffs on, who are both about half in the bag, marching around the apartment, trying to take this seriously. Of course you can’t. And neither could we. After about the second lap around the room, and after stumbling a few times, once almost falling on my nose, Denise decides that’s enough and fall onto the couch giggling hysterically. I was laughing through my gag. It was just so silly. Anyway, after relaxing for a few minutes, Denise undoes my gag, but not my cuffs. She hands me another glass of wine while she fills hers. We sit back, enjoy the fun still cuffed together and drink down the wine. It was difficult for me to drink while still being cuffed to the waist chain, but Denise just let me suffer through it.
As Denise reached over to take my empty glass from me, our hands touch, just briefly. Well, it felt like a shock had past through me. I guess between the beer, the wine and being cuffed, touching Denise’s hand sent butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. It wasn’t a sexual feeling or anything like that just. Just a kind of anxiety feeling. Denise must have felt it too, because she just stood there holding the glass and looking at me for about a minute. Then very seriously, Denise placed the gag back on me. She then uncuffs the chain of my collar off her wrist. She goes into the goodie bag and takes out another collar, that she locks around her own neck. She takes out a plug gag that’s attached to a wide leather strap and places it into her mouth, straps it tight and locks it in place. All the while, Denise steals looks at me sitting on the couch all cuffed up. When Denise finished up with the gag, she pulled 4 more pairs of cuffs out of the bag. With one, she pulls my elbows together in front and placed that cuff on them. With another one, she cuffs our ankles together. With the third one, she locks it on the D ring on her collar. She then sits next to me on the couch and locks the other end of the cuff on the D ring on my collar, keeping us close together. She then puts the cuff attached to my collar back on herself, and replaces the cuffs she originally had back on. Then takes the fourth pair of cuffs she took out of the bag and cuffs the two of us together.
  So, there we sat. Ankle cuffed, handcuffed, and collars locked together. My mind was swirling with what was going on. Now, Denise and I have been cuffed together lots of time, but only when Jimmy was around. We have never been cuffed together while we were alone. I could see my best friend, just a few inches away from me, cuffed, collared and gagged. I didn’t know what I was feeling at that moment. But whatever it was, Denise was sharing it with me. We stayed like that for I don’t know how long. It could have been minutes or hours, I just don’t know. Feeling the closeness of the two of us together, alone, was something I had never experienced before. As incredible as this will sound, it felt good. It felt right. No sexual overtones, but maybe sensual overtones.
Going back to my high school days, when I started to become a woman, I had a fantasy that I would be kidnapped or held hostage, but always being held with other women. I don’t know what is was, but the thought of being held captive with other women was exciting to me. Going through school, I never thought I would experience anything like that. It was my dark side living in my sub conscience. I think that’s why the first time Jimmy cuffed me it felt so good; because I was living part of my fantasy. Now, here I am living the other part of it. Alone with another woman, our hands cuffed together. I have shared many personal things over the years with Denise, but never did I think this would be one of them.
 As we sat there locked together, my mind floated in and out of reality. Is this really happening or is it just my imagination. I opened my eyes to look at Denise. I couldn’t even guess what was going through her mind, but since she was the one who cuffed us up, she probably was going through something like I was. Or it all could be just the wine and beer. At this point I really didn’t care which. I was going to experience this for myself for now.
As I looked at Denise, I decided to take a bold step toward fully living my fantasy. I reached out and held Denise’s hand. At first, I thought she would pull back from me. But she took my hand in hers and laced our fingers together. My mind was going wild. Denise, my best friend for years, is not the woman I’m cuffed to right now. She has become the woman of my fantasy. As we sit close this way, it is beginning to have an affect on both of us. Denise takes her head and rests it on my shoulder. The sound of the cuffs and chains hitting together as we reposition our selves is intoxicating. My whole mind and body are in tuned to my feelings. The handcuffs and chains are not cold things holding me prisoner. They become warm and comforting. I feel secure in them, not captive to them. I begin to feel the warmth of Denise’s body locked to mine. Denise begins to rub our cheeks together. Her touch is exciting to me, loving, caressing. She pulls back as far as she can to look at me. Her nostrils start to flare with excitement. Our breathing comes in short, excited breaths.  She leans closer and starts to rub our gags together. Then she did something so totally unexpected. She leans back just a little and starts to rub noses with me. I could not believe the sensation that shot through me when our noses touch. They were so warm and soft. Never in my fantasy did anything like this occur to me to have happen. It was an exhilarating feeling. A few moments after we started nuzzling our noses, I sensed Denise was getting more excited. Her breathing was coming in short gasps. I felt her nostrils start to flare again. Denise started to tense up and held my hands tighter. I knew she was about to orgasm. Other than watching porn flix, I had never seen another woman orgasm before. And to have her orgasm while I was cuffed to her. She just tensed up a bit, held on tighter and then let go with a very satisfied groan from her gagged mouth.
 Now, all of this was having its affect on me also. After she came, Denise rested her head on my shoulder. Her breathing, hot and heavy on my neck. She began to release her hold on my hands a little and started to move her hands around mine, touching the cuffs on my wrists that held us prisoner together. At her touch of my hands and wrists, I started to begin to build to my own orgasm. Denise started to rub our cheeks and gags together again to help me achieve the climax she had just experienced. Within moments my own muscles began to spasm under her touch. I griped her hands as tightly as she had griped mine and began to experience the throws of ecstasy. But this was a different kind of feeling. Not like when I cum making love to Jimmy. It wasn’t as sexual as much as it was sensual. It was a ‘right’ kind of cuming; a total abandon of my emotions with another woman. I came for what felt like an hour, but was probably just a few seconds or so.
As I was coming down from my absolute high, I remembered where I was and whom I was with. It is also the first time I had ever orgasm around another woman. It was such an erotic feeling of sharing a very special moment with someone I had shared other special moments with. It was then that I realized Denise was coming again. I guess feeling me go off got her going again. After she came, we rested our heads together to enjoy the warmth that was spreading through the both of us. We lay cuffed together for about another half-hour or so.
Denise started to stir. First, we looked into each other’s eyes. Then Denise started to uncuff herself from me. I really didn’t want this to end so soon. But just going through this once was an experience I will dream about for years. But Denise had her own ideas.
 After she uncuffed herself from me, Denise went into my bedroom. When she came out, she had my favorite cuffing chair with her. The chair is a wooden one with what is called a ladder back; very high and lots of places to tie someone to. She pulled me off the couch and sat me in the chair. She uncuffed my hands from in front of me and, using one handcuff on each wrist, cuffed my hands to each side of the chair. She uncuffed my ankles and ran the ankle cuff chain through the bottom slats of the chair before she recuffed them to my ankles. Using two pair of the handcuffs, she cuffed my elbows to each side of the chair. With the cuffed chain on my collar, she wrapped it around the top of the chair before cuffing it to one of the sides. Taking 2 more handcuffs, she cuffed my waist belt to both sides of the chair. Denise then got a short strap and strapped my knees together. Denise stepped back to look at my position on the chair. She decided I had worn the ball gag long enough and removed it. Even though I have worn that gag for longer times than this, it was still a relief to get my jaw moving again.
Without saying a word, Denise filled my wineglass, brought it to my lips and I sipped from it. As I drank, Denise and I kept looking at each other. Neither one of us wanted to break this spell that held us, so we didn’t speak. We just kept looking at each other. After I had enough wine, Denise took off her own gag and drank what was left in the glass. She then fitted me with the plug gag she was wearing. With the gag in place and me firmly cuffed to the chair, Denise went back into my bedroom. I heard her rummaging around. After a minute or 2, Denise came out wearing 2 of my gold bangle bracelets on each wrist. (I assume everyone now knows, from reading my other stories that bangle bracelets affect me just as much as handcuffs do). I saw them resting on her smooth wrists. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling just then. I wanted them on my wrists. I needed to feel their weight on my hands.
 As if Denise read my mind, she produced 6 more bracelets from her pocket that she had put them in while she was in the bedroom. She uncuffed one hand at a time and placed 3 bracelets on each wrist, then recuffed my hands to the chair. Denise knows this is one of my favorite positions to be in, since she has seen Jimmy chain me like this enough. But Denise was not done yet, to my immense delight. She gagged herself with the ball gag harness, sat across my lap, cuffed her ankles to mine, cuffed her elbow and wrist on one side to mine, placed the handcuff locking our collars together back again, then cuffed her free elbow and wrist to mine on the other side. We sat there just soaking up the feelings and emotions of each other. Denise then rested her head on my shoulder as she did before. And after a moment or two, she started to nuzzle my neck, cheeks, gag, and nose again. This time we came almost simultaneously. We rested again for a few minutes before Denise nose rubbed me again. And for the third time that night, the fourth for Denise, we came.
I was totally exhausted now. I’m sure Denise was also. When about 10 minutes had past after our last shared orgasm, Denise started to uncuff us both. We stood there handcuffs hang off our wrists and ankles, but free to move around. Denise unlocked and removed her gag, as she did to mine. "Mara, look I’m ------" Denise started to say. But I cut her off in mid sentence by placing my finger on her lips. "No talking tonight. Let’s not spoil the mood", I said to her. Denise just shook her head yes and said, "Okay".
It was after 2 in the morning and I knew with all we had to drink that Denise was in no condition to drive. So I told her to stay over. I told her, "I’ll go make the spare bed up. It will just take a minute." She nodded yes and went off to go to the little girl’s room. As I made up the bed, I heard her washing up. After I had made the bed for her she wanted to know where some pajamas that she could wear are. Now Denise has been in my apartment more time then I can count. She knew where they were, but I told her to go into the top drawer of my dresser and get a one of mine. I grabbed a pair for myself and went to do the nature thing and change for bed.
 As I was changing I noticed all the marks on my wrists, ankles, neck and mouth that my toys had left on me. Memorable ones. After changing, I walked into my spare room to say good night and what a good night to Denise. Her bed was empty. I figured she was in the kitchen getting something to drink. As I past my bedroom walking  toward the kitchen, I saw Denise sitting on my bed. She was still wearing the bracelets from before. She held out her hands to me and said "Your turn."  I started to say something to Denise, but she held her finger to my lips this time and said, " Let’s not spoil the mood".
So, not one to disappoint anyone, I began to cuff Denise’s wrist behind her back with 3 pairs of handcuffs. I took 2 more and cuffed her ankles together, took my strap to do her knees. I put the collar back on her and placed the ball gag harness back on her head. I added 2 more pairs of cuffs to cuff Denise’s elbows together. She is real flexible in her shoulders and can have her elbows cuffed together for hours. I laid Denise down on the bed. I then put my bracelets back on. I put on my collar, plug gag, and got into bed next to her. I cuffed my ankle to hers. I then got a short chain and locked our collars together again. I lay down next to Denise and motioned her to rest her head on my chest. After she got herself comfortable I took out a long chained pair of cuffs. I place one arm around Denise shoulders and put one end of the cuffs on. Then I cuffed my other hand to Denise’s hand and cuffed the other end of the long chain to my wrist by Denise’s hands. We lay in bed, my best friend resting comfortable in my arms, cuffed together for the night. Just as I started to doze off, I felt Denise raise her head. She nuzzled our noses one more time before she drifted off into a quite and peaceful sleep. After a minute or 2, Denise was breathing deeply and contently in sleep. As I lay holding Denise, I realized that what happened between us tonight would probably never happen again. It’s Jimmy I love and Jimmy’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I reached out and nuzzled my nose against Denise’s head, saying goodbye to Denise, my dark fantasy woman and hello again to Denise, my life long best friend. I fell asleep knowing tomorrow will bring Jimmy back to me, my best friend still my best friend and my dark fantasy fulfilled beyond my wildest dreams.

Hi All,
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         Stay well and cuffed,
         Mara