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A Colorado Country Girl\'s Self Bondage

Part 19


                               CH 46



We spent the next day relaxing and talking. Dianne had to wear a shoulder brace for several weeks so she had to wait before she could be hung from the loft crane. She enjoyed being at the farm and seemed interested in Mom. Dianne behaved herself and didnt try to seduce my mother but she did talk about sex and asked Mom a lot of questions about her boss and how domineering he was. Mom was uncomfortable at first but eventually she opened up and talked about the things her boss did to her. I must confess that I was a little shocked, and very turned on by the things Mom told us.

Apparently her boss/lover/master was quite a wicked and imaginative man. He tied her in a variety of ways and made love to her. He wasnt terribly sadistic, but he did take charge and dominate her completely when they were together. In fact Mom usually had to ask him to spank her. After he discovered her liking for self bondage he thought up a few naughty things for her to do.

He would call her at home on and command her to drive to work wearing a pussy belt, then when she arrived she had to lift her skirt and show that she had obeyed. One afternoon when they were alone in the bank he ordered her to strip naked at her desk then walk into the vault and hogtie herself on the floor. The vault door was open and Mom was just barely out of sight from the lobby. She lay in the cool floor for two hours while he waited on customers. When he closed the bank at six oclock he walked into the vault and screwed her halfway out of her mind.

She told him about tying herself to the gatepost on warm evenings (omitting that I invented that little bit of naughtiness) so he sometimes will call and order her to tie herself naked to the gate and wait for him to arrive. She described in graphic detail the things he did to her when he got there until Dianne and I both were squirming in our chairs. I wanted to ask Mom if she thought that her boss would like to come and find three naked women tied to the gate instead of one, but I managed to keep my mouth shut.

Aside from those things her boss is quite good at tying her into some strict and uncomfortable positions for spankings or sex, or both, and he often spends nights and weekends torturing Mom in our barn. He also likes to bind and gag her, then put a collar around her neck and lead along the dusty road to our neighbors house about a mile away.  He would take her as close to their house as possible, and then make love to her. One night he bent Mom over the neighbors fence and screwed her from behind while she watched them eating dinner through the window. 

I was very hot after listening to Moms stories and couldnt sleep. I got out of bed, tied my hands behind my back and walked to the neighbors house. The lights were on in their living room and I could see the television flickering. I straddled the fence and rubbed my pussy on the top rail until I almost had an orgasm, then forcing myself to stop, I crept onto their front porch and did the same thing on the banister. I was so horny and daring that I tied my wrists to the railing. If they had come outside they would have discovered me before I could have released myself. The windows were open and I could hear them talking as I fractioned my pussy to a sweet, sweet orgasm.


A few months later, when Diannes shoulder healed, I took her back to the farm and let her hang from the crane. 

Mom and I both had reservations about her condition so we allowed her a short test. We stood her on a barrel, tied her wrists the crane rope and she stepped off. The look of wanton ecstasy on Diannes face convinced us that her shoulder must be healed so we agreed to let her hang longer. She spent the first hour fully clothed but begged us to undress her. She wanted us to tear her clothes off but Mom is too frugal to waste nice things so we lowered Dianne and told her to take her own clothes off. She spent the afternoon stark naked, her body swaying gently in the sunlight. She was low enough that the bushes concealed her from the road. 

Mom and I left Dianne hanging and went about our business. I helped Mom clean the house, then while she took a nap I went to the barn and tied myself to the rack.

After a couple of nice orgasms I peeked out and saw that Dianne was looking up at the loft. I decided to mess with her so I piled a bunch of old lumber, some barrels and a bucket full of scrap metal on the edge of the loft. Then I screamed as loud as I could and toppled everything off. The racket was terrific. It sounded like a plane had crashed into the barn. The building shook and an enormous cloud of dust rolled out the door. I kept screaming for about ten minutes. Dianne twisted under the rope and stared up at the loft with a look of absolute amazement on her face. I shut up for a few minutes, then took a deep breath and screamed again until my throat was sore. Then I ran down the ladder and staggered out the door. I collapsed to my hands and knees and crawled across the grass sobbing, groaning and gasping for breath. Dianne watched with a look of utter astonishment as I feebly made my way to the back porch then collapsed at the bottom of the steps. Mom came to the door and looked at me in alarm, but I winked at her and pretended to be unconscious. Mom caught on and disappeared inside.

Diane called out to me, asking if I was all right and when I didnt answer she became frantic. Finally Mom appeared and poured a bucket of water over me. Cold water!

I wasnt expecting Mom to get quite so creative, but I pretended to rouse myself. Mom stood over me, then said:

“I thought I told you that you were never to try that again.”

“Im sorry,” I gasped.

Mom yanked me to my feet and marched me inside.

We peeked out and giggled at the look of astonishment on Diannes face. Dust continued to waft out the door and she tried to peer inside. We left her hanging.

At supper Dianne asked what Id done but Mom glared at her and told her that it was something we didnt talk about.

After supper Dianne begged to spend the night under the crane. Neither Mom nor I thought that was a good idea but we knew that she would sneak out and hang herself up as soon as we were asleep, so we agreed and one of us stayed with her all night. We took turns sitting in a lawn chair just inside the loft door. Mom took the first shift and I relieved her at midnight. Dianne asked me what I had done to myself but I wouldnt answer. She was beside herself with curiosity but I remained silent. Finally I told that I wasnt permitted to give her any details, but that form of self torture was so terrible that my aunt had almost died from it years earlier.

“Was the risk so dangerous?” she asked.

“No, it wasnt that,” I said. “It caused her to go into such a prolonged orgasm that her heart went into fibrillation and she nearly died. Now Mom wont allow any woman to use that device again.”

“What is it?” she gasped. “Where is it?”

“I cant tell you what it is,” I answered. “And its hidden in a secret room in the loft.”

It was a good thing that I was sitting in the dark; otherwise Dianne would have seen the laughter in my face.

I changed the subject and we talked for a while longer. I enjoyed looking at Diannes body in the moonlight but eventually I dozed off. At sun up Dianne was bright eyed and pink faced and so excited that as soon as I released her she played with herself until she came. After her orgasm she had breakfast, took a long shower and asked to be strung up again.

Mom shook her head in amazement. (I think until that point shed thought that I was the most incorrigible masochistic in the state, but Dianne bumped me out the spot in Moms eyes.) She allowed Dianne to have her way.

We took her to the loft and she bravely stepped off and let herself drop. She gasped in orgasm when the ropes tightened on her wrists and she hung with a look of pure lust on her face. We allowed her to hang high in the air until traffic began to pick up on the road, then we lowered her until her body was hidden from view. After a couple of hours I released her and hung her upside down. She really enjoyed that, but couldnt take being inverted or more than thirty minutes at a time. It made her very dizzy. 

Mom took a nap in the afternoon and I took Dianne to the loft. She had fun being slammed around by the falling weight but kept pestering me about the mysterious and forbidden torture device. I refused to talk about it but finally I couldnt keep a straight face and she realized that wed been pulling her leg.

I tried a variation on the rack. I wanted to see if two women could ride the plank together. I tied Dianne on her side, then placed myself against her and wrapped a rope around our waists, then I tied us tightly together. I liked the feel of her breasts against mine and kissed her on the lips before pushing the weight off. We were jerked tightly against each other, which was delightful. It took a long time for the rope to be cut and I kept kissing Dianne. Finally she gave in and kissed me back. After the rope cut away I re rigged us so that the weight tightened a double pussy rope between our legs. I had a nice orgasm and Dianne even came close. She admitted that she liked what I was doing so the next time I removed the blade. After the weight dropped our bodies were held tightly together and I was in Heaven. We couldnt get loose and lay on the plank rubbing against each other until Mom came looking for us.

I heard mom coming up the ladder so I kissed Dianne very passionately. Moms eyes widened when she saw us. Mom was a little disconcerted. She knew that I liked sex with women but shed never seen me do it before. I kept my tongue in Diannes mouth while watching Mom out of the corner of my eye. Mom stared for a moment, then turned to leave. I pretended to notice her and pulled my head back.

“I see that you removed the cutting blade,” Mom said. “Do you want me to leave you here longer?”

Dianne looked at me, and I looked at her, and we both shrugged. “Sure,” I said. “But would you mind changing our position?”

I didnt spell it out but I wanted her to tie us with our mouths on each others pussy. Mom knew exactly what I meant. She glared at me for a moment, then left without answering. I sighed in disappointment.

“Did you think that she might do it?” Dianne asked.

“No,” I said. “But I can always hope.”

“Do you want her to watch us having sex?” Dianne asked.

“Id rather have you watch me have sex with her,” I said.

“Uh huh, well would you like me to offer to tie you and your mother together?”

My pussy throbbed.

“Id give anything for that,” I answered. “But I dont dare ask her.”


Mom was quiet at dinner and I was afraid that she was angry with me, but she surprised me by accepting my offer to tie ourselves to the gate posts. After dark all three of us walked naked to the gate and tied ourselves. Mom tied Dianne to the mailbox while I tied myself to a gatepost, then Mom tied herself. We waited for several hours in the warm night air and talked. Dianne got tired and managed to lower herself to her knees, then fell asleep. Mom and I released ourselves, then chuckled while we discussed leaving Dianne there all night. Eventually Mom went to the house while I stood watch over Dianne. I sat behind some bushes until she woke up. I was fun to watch the fright on her face when she realized that she was alone, but she soon calmed down and struggled to her feet. Once she was upright she looked around, then peered hopefully down the road. I smiled to myself as she waited and waited for someone to happen by and rape her. From time to time she hopped on her toes and jiggled her breasts as if that would make a car appear.

No such luck.

When Diannes head began to nod again I tiptoed close and pinched her nipples very hard. She shrieked in surprise, then shuddered when an orgasm struck.

“Oh my God,” she gasped while I untied her. “You can do that anytime you want.”

Dianne likes the farm and pesters me to take her there all the time, so I made a deal with her that she has to make love with me while were there and to make sure that Mom knows were doing it. Dianne still doesnt like to have sex unless shes forced, but she agreed to my conditions and shes gotten pretty blatant at Moms house. 

I couldnt quite bring myself to let Mom actually see us, but we deliberately made a lot of noise. One night I tied Dianne spread open on her bed, then I crawled atop her and tied myself with my mouth on her pussy. We stayed that way all night and in the morning I awoke to see Mom staring at me from the door. She blushed and walked quickly away. During the night the knots had tightened so much that I couldnt untie myself so I waited until Diane woke, then called for Mom to release us. We were stiff and sore and when Dianne could stand she gave Mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Later, at breakfast she asked Mom if she would like to be tied together with her. Mom considered it for a moment, but finally shook her head.

I got so turned on when Dianne propositioned my mother that I could hardly stand it. Next to having sex with her myself, the idea of seeing her with my friend was almost as exciting.

Dianne bought Mom gifts, including a number of very naughty pussy straps and a chastity belt. Mom got rather excited when she tried on the belt and wore it the entire weekend. I helped Dianne pick it out and tried it on because Mom and I are the same size. It is very hard and unyielding and never allows you to forget that its on. Wearing it is like having a strong hand gripping your crotch constantly. I already had the belt Dale made for me but its too bulky to wear in public so I bought another one for myself.

Mom wore hers to work and showed it to her boss. She went into his office, lifted her skirt and showed him the belt, then handed him the key. Every time she wanted to go to the restroom she had to go and beg the key from him. She liked the feeling on being under his control so she gave him a key permanently. Now she wears the belt about once a week.

He asked her where she got it and she teased him by saying that shed had it made by a local blacksmith. He was so astonished that it didnt occur to him that the town hasnt had blacksmith for years.


Dianne and I took a long weekend and arrived at the farm on a Thursday night. The next day we dropped by the bank and took Mom to lunch. We were all wearing chastity belts. Mom took us into her boss and introduced Dianne. We chatted with him for a few minutes and Dianne flirted blatantly. She crossed and uncrossed her legs at least three times. I dont know if he saw her chastity belt or not. Hes a gentleman and tried not to be too blatant when he glanced at her legs, but I was tempted to give him a peek up my skirt too. Id loved to have seen the look on his face when he saw the gleam of stainless steel between my legs, instead of silk panties.

As we left he surreptitiously slipped the key into Moms hand and patted her on the bottom. 

At lunch we talked about sex and I told them how Id modeled for Dale when he built his mechanical devices. I even told them about fantasizing about Mom and me  demonstrating them in front of audiences. Mom giggled until I got to the part about my fantasy about the mad scientist and his remote controlled vibrators driving all the women in Denver wild. At that point her face got very pink and her nipples were visible through her dress.  

“Ooh, now that is something I thing Id enjoy,” Dianne said.

“Really?” I asked. “I wouldnt thing that it would be violent enough for you.”

“No, but being controlled by some mad man would be exciting,” she answered. She turned to Mom. “Dont you agree?”

Mom nodded.

“Just imagine,” Dianne went on. “Having an orgasm with people all around you and trying not to let them see.”

“It happens to me all the time,” Mom said.

“What?”

“I dont have a radio controlled vibrator, but my boss gave me a regular one with a random timer on the battery. I never know when its going to come on.”

“Mom, are you serious?” I asked astonished.

She nodded.

“Hmm, Im impressed,” Dianne said. “Are you wearing it now?”

Mom sipped her tea and nodded again. “Are you two wearing vibrators?” she asked.

My mouth dropped open.

“Does your boss know about me?” I asked.

“No,” Mom answered. “He thinks you are a nice girl.”

Dianne laughed so hard that heads turned toward us.

“Gee, thanks Mom,” I said. “So I dont get any credit for introducing you to all this kinky stuff?”

“Nope, he thinks it comes naturally to me.”

“Humph, maybe I ought to tell him that I inherited my perversity from you.”

“Do you think he would like to have three slave girls to play with?” Dianne asked.

Moms eyes got huge.

“Is he man enough to handle three women?” Dianne asked impishly.

“Yes, very definitely,” Mom answered.

“Have you ever thought about being spanked beside other women?” Dianne whispered, then glanced at me. “Or being tied together with another sex slave while a man watches.?”

Mom patted her face with her handkerchief. She was very pink.

“I have to get back to work,” she told us.

“We are going back to the farm and Im going to let Mary tie us together,” Dianne said. “Why dont you take the afternoon off and join us?”

Mom blushed even redder.

“And why dont you invite your boss to come with you?” I suggested. “Well be waiting under the shade tree.”

Mom wouldnt meet my eyes.

“Wait, I have another idea,” I said. “Have him wait half an hour, that will give you time to freshen up, then Ill tie all three of us to stakes on the lawn.”

“Ooh, I like that,” Dianne breathed. “That way he can look us over and decide which one of us he wants to screw first.”

Mom jumped up and almost ran out of the restaurant.


Dianne and I drove home and she was out of the car tearing her clothes off before I had time to shut off the engine. She left a trail of clothing, including her chastity belt toward the big shade tree. I followed her dropping my clothes as I walked. I hammered four stakes in the ground and Dianne threw herself between them.  before Id finished. I tied her arms and legs wide apart, then pounded two more sets of stakes into the grass. Then I got atop her and tied myself to her body. Her tongue was in my pussy before I finished wrapping the ropes around my wrists.

“Do you think your mother will come home early?” Dianne asked from between my legs.

I raised my face out of her pussy. “I doubt it,” I answered. “I think shes still too conventional for group sex.”

“Too bad.”

We spent the afternoon eating each others pussy. As I expected, Mom didnt come home early, in fact she didnt come home at all. Later that evening she called to tell us that she was at her bosss house and would spend the night there.


       When Mom came home the next morning she blushed when she saw three sets of stakes in the ground.

       Dianne and I were having coffee on the back porch, in the nude.

       “Did you spend the night out side?” Mom asked, tilting her head toward the stakes.

“We sure did,” I answered.

“We waited for you all afternoon,” Dianne said. “And all night, but you didnt show up.”

       “Did you honestly think Id bring my boss home with me?” Mom asked

       “We hoped you would,” I answered.

“And did you honestly think Id let you tie me to Dianne?”

“I hoped you would,” Dianne said.





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