“Sorry,” I said as I moved to the
side of the bed opposite Sheila.
“Turn around, girl,” Claire said.
She was already busy with my wife. Ever the good slave, Sheila did as she was
asked and Claire unhooked her hands from behind her back, but kept the other
chains in place, restriction but not preventing her movement. She all but
pulled Sheila onto the bed with her and then connected the short chain between
her wrists in front of her body. We were using simple carabineers and snap
locks. They could easily be disengaged by Sheila, but she wasn’t going to do
that. She liked to be bound and restricted in bed. “You did very well,” Claire
complimented her, pulling her down on top of her body for a kiss. I saw
Claire’s hand go between Sheila’s legs. “Oh, and still so wet. You are a good
