Chapter 1

 

Tami moaned as the feather ran down her thigh. That feels so good! She did not, unfortunately, have the time to truly enjoy the sensation-she had other things to do. Things that involved keeping her tongue moving as she licked and caressed the rather aromatic cunt that hovered over her face.

If she failed to keep her tongue moving, she knew that the cunt's owner would use something less enjoyable than a feather quite soon thereafter.

It's not fair, she told herself. Glenda gets her rocks off while I... The feather touched her clit, triggering another moan.

"Don't stop, girl!" Glenda's voice was hoarse but definite. "If you stop I'll get the whip out..."

Tami hated the whip. It hurts so much! She bit back her own pleasure and redoubled her efforts, stretching her neck to allow her face to get closer to the girl kneeling overhead...

Later, when Glenda was finished, she rolled off Tami's body and took a moment to run her hand down the still-moaning girl's belly.

"You know, you've got to get rid of this extra weight!" She said, pinching a fold of skin between thumb and forefinger. "Perhaps more exercise..."

"No..." Tami shook her head. "Please..."

"What?" Glenda moved her hand down Tami's soft belly until her fingers just touched the girl's cunt. "Do you want me to get you moving around a little more? Maybe with a touch here?" Her fingers danced inside. "To help you work up a little sweat?"

Tami moaned and struggled, unable to do more. Glenda always tied her to the bed when they 'played' before a performance. Tonight was no exception. Tami's wrists were spread wide and tied to the headboard of the big bed, her legs spread even wider and tied to the bottom legs. She was helpless to do more than moan and beg.

She did both--loudly.

"I guess I could help you along a little." Glenda's fingers moved deeper into the bound girl's wide-open sex. "Maybe a little massage..." Her fingers found Tami's clit. "Right around here?"

Tami bowed her body as much as she could, trying desperately to maintain contact with the older girl's fingers.

"See how easy that was," Glenda's grip moved, found purchase on Tami's clit. "Come on now," she rubbed the nub of her prisoner's clit between thumb and forefinger. "Up!"

Tami arched her body upwards.

"And down." The fingers released their grip. Glenda smiled as Tami sagged, then, tightened her fingers again: "Up!"

Like a fleshy puppet, Tami moaned and rose at the older woman's touch, then sagged as it was once again withdrawn. Up. Down. Up...

Tami was crying in need now.

Up. Down. Up...

Glenda's free hand moved to Tami's breast, closed around its fleshy roundness, caught her nipple between carefully manicured nails...

"Up!"

Tears rolled down Tami's cheeks as her body, nearly exhausted, bowed once more.

This time, Glenda did not release her grip. Instead, she tightened her fingers, rolling Tami's clit to the side even as she squeezed her captive nipple. She kept up the pressure for a long second...

And Tami came explosively, a cry of pure pleasure coming from dry lips-lips that were instantly filled with a wad of cloth-discarded panties-whose, neither girl knew.

"Do you want the whole hotel to know what we're doing?" Glenda held her hand over Tami's mouth, stopping the other girl from spitting the panties out. "Quiet down now." She released Tami's clit, moved her hands over the other girl's stomach once again. "That's right." Her hand flowed over Tami's sweat-soaked body. "Calm down..." She looked into the other girl's eyes. "Calm down..."

"God that was good!" Tami whispered when the panties were pulled from her mouth. "Do we have time to do it again?"

"No." Glenda tossed the sopping cloth aside. "We have to get ready for tonight's show." She smiled. "Last show has to be as good as the first-that's one of my rules."

"I'll miss the hotel."

"I won't." Glenda looked around. "It's old and the facilities are showing signs of wear." She shook her head. "The center-stage trapdoor stuck twice this week-as you well know."

"We got around it," Tami shifted on the bed, pulling at the bonds that still held her down. "We always get around it."

"So we do." Glenda sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes on Tami. "But if you keep gaining weight," she patted the bound girl's stomach. "You'll get stuck whether the trapdoor sticks or not!"

"It's only a couple of pounds..."

"Don't lie to me." Glenda's face went stern. "I've seen how tight the costumes are on you-and your butt barely fits into the Couch bottom during the finale." Another pat on the stomach-a bit harder this time. "Lose this-that's an order." Glenda's finger pushed into the loose flesh. "You have to be svelte and curvy when we start the new act next month."

"Svelte and curvy." Tami smiled. "Sure, I can do that." She pulled on her bonds. "Can you let me go now?"

"Seems a shame, but..." Glenda undid the bonds holding Tami's arms down. "You're so much more obedient when you're all tied up."

"I like being tied up." Tami smiled and rubbed at numb hands. "Makes me feel all warm inside."

"Go get a shower and change into your first act costume." Glenda headed for her own bathroom. "I'll see you backstage."

"Sure thing, boss." Tami grabbed her clothes and headed for the door to the adjoining room-her room. "Backstage."

As it happened, Tami was late meeting Glenda backstage. Her first act costume-a tight-fitting two-piece-was so tight that the zipper wouldn't close. It fit me yesterday, she told herself. It must have shrunken when it was laundered.

Tami rushed to the showroom's seamstress who let out what material she could-there wasn't that much of it to start with. I guess I should think about a diet, Tami told herself as she left the seamstress' office and headed for the backstage area. Before I bust out of this completely!

Glenda was tapping her foot in annoyance when Tami finally arrived. She'd held the curtain for almost five minutes-and Glenda did not like to be kept waiting.

"We'll talk about this later," she told the embarrassed Tami. "For now..." She nodded toward Tami's first position. "Get ready-I'm going to have them raise the curtain."

Tami nodded and hustled onto the stage. When the curtain went up, she was all business, her weight and costume problems completely forgotten as she threw herself into the show...