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Ginger, the 5'7", studiously attractive, 54-year-old, romance writer, with doe shaped hazel eyes, her red framed glasses highlighted nicely, thick curly collar length auburn-red hair, a still shapely 145-pound figure and wore a 36DD bra, sat in front of her laptop. She had a boilerplate for her novels. Like many romance novel writers had the same plot, just changed the time, place, characters and ages. She was boxed in this time, the older damsel-in-distress was left behind in her own basement while her daughter was kidnapped and taken away. She somehow had to get the older heroine out of the basement and to a phone or even outside to get help.
"This is your most intense story." Mary-Ann, the 5'4", extremely pretty, 35-year-old, agent, with doe shaped brown eyes, thick wavy shoulder length brunette hair, a petite 125-pound figure and wore a 34C cup bra observed as she reread the story. "Perhaps you need to experiece this situation?"
"Be tied up and gagged?" Ginger asked a little shocked! "Like how?"
"Just follow the chapter." Mary-Ann suggested. "Let's do lunch and then experiment.
Two hours later they returned to Ginger's house. She put on a yellow sports bra, matching yoga pants and white running shoes for comfort, and she wore this outfit often for her evening walks and exercising so wouldn't be unusual. She met her agent in her basement. Mary-Ann secured her hands behind her back, wrapped 3" wide white stretchy medical tape around her arms and above and below her ample bosom, taped above and below her knees together and finished her off with taping her pencil thin ankles together. Ginger was at first impressed with her pretty agent's handiwork, but then became concerned.
"This is tight." Ginger complained.
"Oh." Mary-ass pretend surprised. "The gag."
"Can we skip that?" The redhead pleaded. "We are mmmpy umph mmph!"
Mary-Ann got a little wet as she stuffed a pair of well-worn pantyhose in her friend's luscious mouth. She wrapped 4" wide black Co-flex bandage over Ginger's pouty pink lips a dozen times and then wrapped white medical over the bandage. She pulled her to the washing machine and left her on the gray carpet. "Get going." Mary-Ann ordered and smacked Ginger's firm round spandex covered derriere.
For ten minutes Ginger squirmed, meowed and struggled in place. The brunette sat on a lawn chair and watch amused in silence. The agent ran her small hands between her too short and tight denim shorts. She was aroused!
Ginger at first offended, but then realized the purpose of the chapter was to excite her readers, most middle aged women. She managed to inch her way to the dryer and after four tries managed to get to her feet, being so top heavy had disadvantaged her. She hopped about ten feet when suddenly it happened!
She had eaten at a Mexican restaurant and hadn't defecated in two days, the two diet sodas wanted an exit too! She meowed in desperation! Mary-Ann laughed at her embarrassing predicament.
"Reality sets in." The pretty brunette teased as she patted the writer's firm big bum. "You are a captive alone."
Ginger cursed incoherently through her gag that tasted of her own stale sweat, urine and feces as she soaked her yoga pants with warm amber liquid! She surrendered and relaxed her sphincter muscles, since release was not going to happen. A hot, smelly, almost butt splitting, shiny bronze torpedo blasted between her quivering twat muscles and wide upper bum crack! Mary-Ann rubbed her pee soaked g-spot and made her climax intensely as the last of her five-orange sized fecal pile settled in the seat of her over-stretched pants!
It took her a couple minutes to calm down.
He carefully hopped to the stairs. She got excited as the voluminous blog smacked her bum cheeks. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and meowed both with delight and excitement. She had another orgasm as she sat on the third step! She slowly backed her way up the stairs. The smelly shit squished and squashed between her legs as she hopped from step to step. She finally got into her kitchen and slid across teh vinyl floor and used the counter to get to her feet. She wet her pants again. She was a smelly mess as she hopped to the kitchen island and knocked the phone from it's hook. She succeeded although it took her over an hour.
"You did it!" Mary-Ann complimented teh buxom redhead.
Ginger meowed proudly through her sodden pantyhose.
"Oh dear." Mary-Ann feigned surprise. She wet her denim shorts with yellow pee as she pushed, grunted and farted out an odorous, pliable, knobby, shiny brown turd in her wide seated spandex brief. She pushed out a six-apple sized poop load in her shorts as she rubbed herself to a wild series of climaxes!
Ginger meowed with approval and wanted to touch her friend's poop load.
"Well I have to clean-up." Mary-Ann teased her helpless friend. She stripped naked and to Ginger's surprise stuffed the poop filled panties in the front of Ginger's soiled yoga pants. Ginger got another thrill.
The agent sat her in a kitchen chair, turned on the flat screen TV.
Ginger watched an episode of the Avengers where Emma Peel was tied to the railroad tracks. Boy did that scene give her another idea, for a book and herself. She squirmed in her messy state and meowed with excitement!!!
"What's got you so aroused?" The brunette asked in just her white bra and matching French-cut panties.
Ginger incoherently explained her next bondage idea.........
"This is your most intense story." Mary-Ann, the 5'4", extremely pretty, 35-year-old, agent, with doe shaped brown eyes, thick wavy shoulder length brunette hair, a petite 125-pound figure and wore a 34C cup bra observed as she reread the story. "Perhaps you need to experiece this situation?"
"Be tied up and gagged?" Ginger asked a little shocked! "Like how?"
"Just follow the chapter." Mary-Ann suggested. "Let's do lunch and then experiment.
Two hours later they returned to Ginger's house. She put on a yellow sports bra, matching yoga pants and white running shoes for comfort, and she wore this outfit often for her evening walks and exercising so wouldn't be unusual. She met her agent in her basement. Mary-Ann secured her hands behind her back, wrapped 3" wide white stretchy medical tape around her arms and above and below her ample bosom, taped above and below her knees together and finished her off with taping her pencil thin ankles together. Ginger was at first impressed with her pretty agent's handiwork, but then became concerned.
"This is tight." Ginger complained.
"Oh." Mary-ass pretend surprised. "The gag."
"Can we skip that?" The redhead pleaded. "We are mmmpy umph mmph!"
Mary-Ann got a little wet as she stuffed a pair of well-worn pantyhose in her friend's luscious mouth. She wrapped 4" wide black Co-flex bandage over Ginger's pouty pink lips a dozen times and then wrapped white medical over the bandage. She pulled her to the washing machine and left her on the gray carpet. "Get going." Mary-Ann ordered and smacked Ginger's firm round spandex covered derriere.
For ten minutes Ginger squirmed, meowed and struggled in place. The brunette sat on a lawn chair and watch amused in silence. The agent ran her small hands between her too short and tight denim shorts. She was aroused!
Ginger at first offended, but then realized the purpose of the chapter was to excite her readers, most middle aged women. She managed to inch her way to the dryer and after four tries managed to get to her feet, being so top heavy had disadvantaged her. She hopped about ten feet when suddenly it happened!
She had eaten at a Mexican restaurant and hadn't defecated in two days, the two diet sodas wanted an exit too! She meowed in desperation! Mary-Ann laughed at her embarrassing predicament.
"Reality sets in." The pretty brunette teased as she patted the writer's firm big bum. "You are a captive alone."
Ginger cursed incoherently through her gag that tasted of her own stale sweat, urine and feces as she soaked her yoga pants with warm amber liquid! She surrendered and relaxed her sphincter muscles, since release was not going to happen. A hot, smelly, almost butt splitting, shiny bronze torpedo blasted between her quivering twat muscles and wide upper bum crack! Mary-Ann rubbed her pee soaked g-spot and made her climax intensely as the last of her five-orange sized fecal pile settled in the seat of her over-stretched pants!
It took her a couple minutes to calm down.
He carefully hopped to the stairs. She got excited as the voluminous blog smacked her bum cheeks. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and meowed both with delight and excitement. She had another orgasm as she sat on the third step! She slowly backed her way up the stairs. The smelly shit squished and squashed between her legs as she hopped from step to step. She finally got into her kitchen and slid across teh vinyl floor and used the counter to get to her feet. She wet her pants again. She was a smelly mess as she hopped to the kitchen island and knocked the phone from it's hook. She succeeded although it took her over an hour.
"You did it!" Mary-Ann complimented teh buxom redhead.
Ginger meowed proudly through her sodden pantyhose.
"Oh dear." Mary-Ann feigned surprise. She wet her denim shorts with yellow pee as she pushed, grunted and farted out an odorous, pliable, knobby, shiny brown turd in her wide seated spandex brief. She pushed out a six-apple sized poop load in her shorts as she rubbed herself to a wild series of climaxes!
Ginger meowed with approval and wanted to touch her friend's poop load.
"Well I have to clean-up." Mary-Ann teased her helpless friend. She stripped naked and to Ginger's surprise stuffed the poop filled panties in the front of Ginger's soiled yoga pants. Ginger got another thrill.
The agent sat her in a kitchen chair, turned on the flat screen TV.
Ginger watched an episode of the Avengers where Emma Peel was tied to the railroad tracks. Boy did that scene give her another idea, for a book and herself. She squirmed in her messy state and meowed with excitement!!!
"What's got you so aroused?" The brunette asked in just her white bra and matching French-cut panties.
Ginger incoherently explained her next bondage idea.........