Chapter One

 

"Just look at the way his tight little arse wiggles as he walks," whispered Clare, nudging her sister Milly as she watched the waiter depart, after having served the main course. "He could wait on me any day of the week."

Her sister started to giggle and kicked Clare under the table.

"Shut up!" she told Clare, trying desperately not to burst out laughing. "I'm not taking you out again unless you promise to behave yourself."

She glanced across at the third member of the party and reached over the table to give her a comforting touch on the arm.

"Come on Zilla! Cheer up!" she said reassuringly, realising that their friend was not sharing the joke. "It's not like you to be so quiet. What on earth is the matter?"

"Nothing," replied Zilla sullenly.

"There must be something troubling you," said Milly quietly. "You aren't usually like this and we are your friends, you know. You can trust us."

Great big hot tears started to roll down Zilla's cheeks and she bowed her head, trying to hide her face. She started to sob, taking in great gulps of breath.

"Hey, come on!" said Clare, her giggling fit forgotten. "Whatever the problem is, I am sure we can be of help. That's what friends are for, isn't it? Is it Brian? He isn't in trouble, is he?"

Milly didn't believe for one minute Zilla's husband Brian would be in trouble. He was so deadly boring, she doubted that he would know how to get into trouble if he wanted to, but it was more than obvious that something was wrong and she couldn't just sit back and see her best friend so upset.

"It's me," spluttered Zilla, blowing her nose and trying to wipe the tears away from her reddened eyes. "It's all my fault. I'm going to have to leave him and leave the area altogether. I don't see what else I can do. He's so good to me and all I do is let him down."

"Oh for Christ's sake, Zilla!" exclaimed Clare, almost on the point of annoyance but relieved that her friend was at least talking about her problem. "In what way can it be your fault? You can't just walk out and leave us all without some explanation."

"I can't tell you," came the snuffling reply. "You wouldn't understand. Nobody would understand."

"You would be surprised," said Milly, her voice firmer now and far more positive, hoping that she could strike some sort of a bargain. "I'll tell you what. If you tell us what the problem is, we will be absolutely honest with you and if you are right in what you say, then we will not only agree with you, but we'll help you to move. We can't see you carrying on like this. That's fair, isn't it?"

"Yes, I suppose it is," replied Zilla, drying her eyes again and looking up at her friends. "Promise you will help me do the right thing?"

"We promise," said the sisters in unison and leaned forward expectantly, waiting for their friend to begin.

Zilla took a deep breath and began to tell her story:

 

She had already been married once before and although no-one knew why, she had divorced in under two years. Then she had met Brian and everything had seemed fine, that is until now. Zilla explained that the reason she had problems with her first marriage was that it was never consummated.

"What does consummated mean?" asked a puzzled looking Clare.

"They never got around to having a bonk!" came Milly's simple reply and turned back, to listen to Zilla as she explained that the same problem was happening with her and Brian. He had never said anything and appeared to be quite satisfied with his lot but again, they had never had any form of sexual activity.

"Don't you like it? Sex I mean," asked Clare and swiftly moved her legs out of the way in case her elder sister decided to kick her again under the table.

"Oh yes!" emphasised Zilla. "That's just the trouble. I get one hell of a buzz out of sex, but it isn't the straight sort of sex that both my first husband and Brian would want."

Milly and Clare leaned forward again, waiting for their friend to tell them more but Zilla hesitated, obviously reluctant to say anything else.

"Go on!" Milly urged, anxious to hear more. "We promise we won't laugh. What turns you on? Swinging from the chandelier with a rose stuck up your arse hole?"

Even Zilla had to laugh at that and she shook her head.

"Oh no!" she replied, brightening up a little. "I only wish it were. It's far more complicated than that."

The sisters sat staring at Zilla, trying not to be impatient, but bursting to know what it was all about. Zilla took a deep breath and said it in such a quiet voice that they hardly caught the words.

"Bloody hell, Zilla!" complained Clare, her patience wearing thin. "Are you going to tell us or what?"

This time Milly managed to use her booted foot under the table to good effect and although Clare yelped from the pain, Zilla seemed too wrapped up in her own thoughts to take any notice.

"I'm a pervert. I enjoy being tied up and dressing up in bizarre outfits," she whispered, her voice almost inaudible. She began to blush a deep scarlet, looking down at her lap and wishing she could crawl into a hole.

Clare and Milly looked at each other, held their breath for a few seconds and then, despite their best efforts, their faces slowly creased into great big grins, then they burst out laughing. They too had tears in their eyes, but not tears of sadness. They could not contain themselves.

Zilla looked at her friends as if they had gone crazy, then her amazement turned to anger. They had promised to be considerate and help her, and all they could do was to laugh at her problem. It was totally embarrassing and she stood up angrily, pushed her chair back and started to leave.

Both Milly and Clare jumped up and immediately apologised for laughing, pleading with Zilla to listen to what they had to say, urging her to sit down again.

"We beg of you, Zilla," said Milly, quite serious now. "I know we are a couple of stupid idiots, but please, just have a little more patience with us and we can assure you that you will be pleased and you won't want to go anywhere. Come home with us now and have some coffee. We can explain a lot better there."

"All right," agreed a reluctant Zilla, calming down a little. "I'll give you just one more chance, but if you can't help me, then I'm leaving first thing in the morning."

With that, they departed from the restaurant.

"I still say that waiter has a fantastic bum!" said Clare.

"I still say you have a one track mind," replied Milly, as they climbed into her car. "With you, everything starts and ends in sex."

"I only do what my big sister tells me," retorted Clare, as they set off across town to Milly's house.

"That will be the day!" replied her sister.

 

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The sisters left Zilla in the lounge with a cup of coffee while they disappeared upstairs and she sat there, wondering whether she had done the right thing in telling them of her interest in bondage. It was such an embarrassing thing to admit and people simply didn't understand what it was that was so exciting about the S.M. scene. You just can't explain it. Either you like it or you don't and she had been turned on by such things since she was a young girl.

Milly was the first to return and she came bustling into the room carrying a cardboard box which was obviously full to the brim with something heavy. The box was placed on the coffee table in front of Zilla and Milly, with a sigh of relief, sat down in a chair opposite and looked at her friend, an impish grin on her face.

"Well, go on!" Milly urged. "Open it up!"

Zilla did as she was told, bent forward, carefully lifted the lid of the box and saw that it was full of glossy magazines. She slowly took the top one out.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed in disbelief, almost dropping the magazine in her surprise.

She looked at the magazine cover again to see that the photo was of a well built young woman sitting on the floor wearing nothing more than the scantiest of underwear. This in itself was not unusual, but what made the photograph different was that the model was very efficiently tightly bound and gagged. The magazine had the appropriate words `Pleasure Bound' written across the cover with the added comment, `The bondage magazine for enthusiasts - by enthusiasts'.

Zilla could not believe her eyes. She had no idea that such magazines existed. She had a vague idea that others knew of bondage, but not that it could be so popular as to issue a glossy magazine on the subject.

With open mouthed astonishment, she flipped the magazine open at random and saw page after page of photographs of girls in various bondage poses. There were also stories on the same theme and hosts of adverts for bondage equipment and services. She looked up at Milly who was still sitting and grinning, delighted that she could surprise her friend.

"I don't understand," said Zilla, with a puzzled look on her face. "What are you doing with magazines like this?"

"What do you think, you stupid idiot," replied Milly with a laugh. "You're not the only one who enjoys the scene. You only have to look at the magazine to see that half the population get a buzz out of the same things that you do. It's just that we can't normally talk about it."

"You mean that you actually enjoy tying up and being tied up?" asked Zilla.

"She's not the only one," came a voice from the other side of the room and Clare walked in, dressed in a very short black PVC skirt, a black PVC halter neck top and black patent leather high heeled thigh boots. The outfit transformed her from an eighteen year old girl into a mature and dominant woman.

"My God, Clare!" gasped Zilla, feasting her eyes on the apparition.

She stood up, walked across to this very different looking Clare and after a moments hesitation, reached out to touch the outfit, smoothing her hands over the shiny material, appreciating the way it curved over the ample boobs and emphasised the pert cheeks of Clare's bum. Without realising what she was doing, she eased her body up against Clare's and rubbed her hands down over Clare's thighs, feeling the cool PVC and the warmth of the girl's body penetrating through. Zilla drew in a deep satisfied breath and Clare peeked over her shoulder, looked at Milly and winked.

"You like what you see?" Clare murmured softly in Zilla's ear.

"Beautiful! Beautiful!" was all that Zilla could reply, as she took a step backwards and looked at the PVC clad girl.

"Would you like to try something on?" enquired Clare.

"Could I?" asked Zilla enthusiastically, her face lighting up with delight.

"Your wish is our command," came the reply. "Come on!"

Clare took Zilla's hand and led the way upstairs into her bedroom, where she opened a large wardrobe to reveal a whole section devoted to clothing in leather, rubber and PVC. There were dresses, skirts, tops and complete one piece suits in a variety of colours, but predominantly in black and most of them smooth and shiny. In the bottom of the wardrobe was a comprehensive selection of shoes and boots to match the bizarre outfits.

Clare pulled open several drawers to show Zilla her collection of underwear and smaller items of clothing, all in the same exotic materials.

"Marvellous!" exclaimed the wide eyed Zilla. "You mean that you actually wear these for the thrill of it?"

"What else?" asked Clare. "Milly has even more than I do, although we have very similar tastes. The only real difference is Milly tends to be dominant and I prefer to be submissive."

"I'm afraid I don't understand all the terminology, but I assume you mean that it is you that usually gets tied up and Milly does the tying."

"Well, there is a little more to it than that but basically, that is what happens," answered Milly. "Sometimes we change over roles and Clare bosses me about, but normally she likes to act as the slave."

"Slave?" said Zilla uncertainly. "That sounds a bit serious. What does the dominant one do then, dress up as a Slave Master?"

The sisters laughed and tried to explain to her that it wasn't like that at all.

"It would take far too long to tell you all about the scene," said Milly. "What I suggest is that you come along for a session and see for yourself, then you can find out what you enjoy. You never know, you might make a great dominatrix."