Carrie's Aqueous Escapade
Carrie was filled with a jittery anxiety that had her circling around her kitchen and mindlessly wiping down a counter what felt like numerous times that day. She was awaiting the arrival of Brenda, her aerial choreographer and secret shibari teacher, at her house. Over the past few weeks, the two had met twice more since their initial encounter, once solely focusing on aerial training and the other transforming into a session strikingly comparable to the time Carrie discovered Brenda's shibari studio. This was their third meeting since then and the first in Carrie's own home.
It was Brenda's suggestion during their most recent gathering, even in Carrie's post-orgasm confused state, that she was hesitant about. She had already been feeling culpable for the sly acts she had been committing at Brenda's studio. Bringing these actions into the house she shared with her husband and children seemed too daring, too wild. It's acceptable to let another person assist her in investigating a fleshy activity under the guise that it's part of her aerial training when it transpires at a separate place, but this barrier would begin to shatter if she brought it into her home.
And still, here she was, rubbing her moist palms together repeatedly as Brenda was en route. She took yet another deep breath and convinced herself to unwind.
"Calm down, Carrie," she thought to herself. "It's merely training for the show. You've got the house all to yourself for once. There's no need to make the trek to Brenda's gym with her coming here."
This situation seemed to be a series of fortunate coincidences that allowed Carrie to reluctantly welcome Brenda's proposal. Her husband Mike was away with their oldest son on a hunting expedition for his apparel label, and their youngest was spending the weekend at grandparents. They wouldn't be back for a few days. Additionally, Carrie was in the midst of a rare break from her hectic agenda, spending a few weeks at home aside from a few shows at the Opry here and there.
The blonde vocalist was aimlessly fluffing the cushions on a sofa as she waited. The closer Brenda got, the more Carrie's nerves morphed into a type of anxious excitement she had come to know prior to their encounters with ropes and Brenda's discretion. Despite the activity's sexual nature, it took her to a place she was becoming increasingly fond of. The pain of suspension and the satisfaction of drooling against a gag while a vibrating wand relentlessly teased her...it was something she had started hankering for.
She was distracted from her thoughts by the notification on her phone from the Ring camera app, someone was ascending her front steps. A second later, the doorbell signaled in the foyer, and Carrie hastened towards it.
She wiped her palms one last time on her shorts, took a deep breath, and pulled open the grand front door of her home. A joyous grin spread on Carrie's face at the sight of Brenda, who also greeted her with a radiant smile, carrying a bulky duffle bag on wheels.
"Hey Carrie!," Brenda greeted with a grin. "Sorry I'm a bit late! It took a bit longer than expected to fit this into my car."
"Hi Brenda!," Carrie replied with a grin. "Welcome to my house! Come on in! Here, let me help you with that."
Carrie reached out to seize the bag and helped Brenda hoist it over the threshold. The recognition that this bag contained apparatus for binding her and reducing her to a gurgling mess jolted Carrie momentarily, but she pushed the idea from her mind.
"What's up, Carrie!" Brenda beamed as she and Carrie connected in a friendly embrace.
"Follow me this way to the gym," Carrie directed as she walked deeper into the house.
"You must be raring to go," Brenda teased with a chuckle as she maneuvered the bag behind her.
"Yeah, I suppose so," Carrie replied, slightly self-conscious as she realized the implications of the bag's contents.
"Wow, your home is stunning, Carrie," Brenda expressed as they ventured further into the seemingly endless mansion.
"Thank you," Carrie replied with a beaming smile. "It truly is a dream property. But yeah, the gym's right through here."
Carrie's hand smoothly moved to her briefs as she switched on the bright lights in her large gym, inviting Brenda inside.
The gym was incredible for a home gym; it resembled a smaller version of a professional gym. In contrast to Brenda's shibari studio with all its soft lighting, Carrie's gym had bright white LED lights enhanced by natural light coming in through the row of windows and French doors, which distinguished it from her pool area. While Brenda's studio was filled with cushioning pads and pillows, Carrie's gym boasted a top-notch rubberized floor. Rather than bamboo support structures and props, her gym housed numerous weight benches, treadmills, rowing machines, pull-up bars, and other equipment.
"Wow," Brenda uttered in a low voice. "Lots of places to tie from here."
A slight reddish tint spread across Carrie's cheeks as she contemplated the implications.
Before the thought could linger too long, Brenda step closer and started tugging Carrie's white shirt out of her shorts' hem, where it was tucked in, and lifted it upward.
"Let's get that off and get going," Brenda stated.
Carrie took a deep breath, then pulled her shirt over her head, uncovering her white sports bra which coordinated with her shorts' hem. It landed on the nearest weight rack before Brenda arrived back with a familiar length of rope in hand.
"That's right, Carrie," Brenda said. "We'll begin with a basic chest restraint and enjoy for now."
The petite blonde obeyed, placing her toned arms behind her back as she had been instructed.
"No need to keep doing that," Brenda suggested. "This time, let's try something new."
Carrie complied, letting her arms drop to her sides and standing still as Brenda tightly wound and tied the rope around her, creating a Shinju chest harness. Once her upper body was secured, Brenda tested the harness by manipulating Carrie's upper body.
"How does that feel, Carrie?" Brenda questioned. "Let me know if it requires adjusting."
Carrie savored the comforting sensation of the ropes on her skin. The constant pressure of managing her life melted away as Brenda took control. In their previous sessions, she had felt a deep sense of peace, as long as she was bound and gagged.
"Feels great," Carrie responded in a faint voice.
"That's just what I wanted to hear," Brenda said with an enthusiastic clap.
As Carrie grew more accustomed to feeling powerless, her voice became fainter. In truth, most of the time she was occupied either with a gag in her mouth or moaning in ecstasy.
Brenda next reached into her bag for another item.
"Trying a new gag today," Brenda stated, presenting a bundle of black leather straps and buckles.
Carrie recognized the object as a gag based on a purple ball poking out.
Carrie had no time to voice her concerns, or even really comprehend the process of the gag, before Brenda moved up to attach it. She had no desire to protest, because she trusted Brenda completely.
Carrie widened her mouth and allowed Brenda to place the ball between her teeth and into her mouth until it found a resting spot. The ball was larger than what Brenda normally used, but it still made a comfortable fit.
Next, Brenda looped a strap over Carrie's head and noticed it extended to her nose beneath her eyes. Two side straps connected to the upper strap in the back, and quickly, Carrie's head was securely fastened into it.
Brenda loved seeing Carrie wearing the ordinary ball gags she used, but seeing her use something more intricate, like the gag Brenda currently had on her, was incredibly thrilling. Here was Carrie: wealthy celebrity performing her own gym, allowing herself to be bound and exploited. Brenda gave thanks once more for her fortunate circumstances.
"It fits her perfectly," Brenda said. "Now, I want you to put your hands together behind your head like you're praying."
Carrie listened without hesitation, bringing her arms up and, with a bit of guidance, placing them behind her head. Although somewhat uncomfortable with her elbows pointing up, her trained body could skillfully handle the position.
Brenda quickly went to work with another length of rope. In a few moments, Carrie's wrists were tightly bound together and securely attached to the back of her chest harness. Trying to wiggle her hands and move her arms, she discovered there was hardly any give in the tie. This was how it was designed.
"This is called a bunny tie," Brenda said with a laugh. "Your elbows kinda look like bunny ears! Your arms look amazing in this position by the way." She couldn't help but admire Carrie's toned arms. They were the perfect blend of strength and delicacy, suitable for her petite frame. Brenda couldn't resist running her hands along the muscles of Carrie's upper arms and down to her shoulders. The lightly tanned skin was just as soft as it looked.
As she touched Carrie, Brenda could see the impact on her friend. Against her will, a rush of pleasure coursed through her. Though Carrie might say these sessions were for aerial training, Brenda knew deep down she wanted to explore the sexual aspect more. She wanted to help guide the two of them towards this.
Brenda's caresses sent chills down Carrie's arms. She knew Brenda found her physically attractive and part of her wanted to explore that connection. Unfortunately, guilt prevented her from voicing her desires. She was comfortable with the increased attention and compliments on her body, hoping for it to continue.
"Let's start with some cardio while I set up some things," Brenda said, breaking her trance.
Brenda led Carrie to a nearby treadmill, where she stepped on and waited for Brenda to start it up. This brief moment allowed Carrie to admire her reflection in the mirrored wall in front of her. Seeing herself bound and gagged in her own home gym evoked feelings of shame and guilt. She often worked out with her husband and kids playing nearby. If they found her like this, she would be mortified.
The odd tie only amplified these feelings of embarrassment. She looked silly with her elbows sticking up and the more elaborate ball gag around her head.
The treadmill began moving with a loud beep, and Carrie had to concentrate to keep up with the steady pace Brenda had set. Balance was more challenging with her arms behind her, and she didn't want to faceplant on the treadmill.
Between avoiding tripping and looking at herself in the mirror, Carrie only peripherally noticed Brenda's movements. Brenda was busy checking her bags and moving around the gym.
As Carrie's heart rate increased with the cardio, she felt her body warming up. Brenda's words of encouragement pushed her further.
"Looking great, Carrie!" Brenda shouted, enjoying the sight of Carrie's sturdy legs carrying her through the workout.
She began to sweat a bit. Keeping up with the treadmill's pace while trying not to drool with the ball gag proved difficult. After a couple more minutes, Carrie considered asking if Brenda was almost ready. The treadmill's motor stopped with a beep, and Brenda cleaned off the sweat from Carrie's brow.
"Nice work, Carrie! You always know the importance of warming up before intense exercises."
Carrie stepped off the treadmill and Brenda grabbed her bound hands, guiding her towards a weight bench Brenda had moved next to her duffel bag. Trying to maintain composure and cover up the shame of being lead to the bench like a criminal, she lay down on the padded weight bench. Brenda helped her move higher so her bound arms and head rested at the end of the bench.
It wasn't a comfortable position, but it was better than lying directly on her hands.
"I'm just going to quickly tie your ankles to the bench to keep you in position," Brenda said.
With a short piece of rope, Brenda had Carrie's legs secured within seconds.
While waiting, Carrie felt a new wave of shame wash over her. She was just a performer, who had never experienced being treated this way before. Nevertheless, she found herself enjoying the attention and couldn't help but long for more.
"Do you think this would make a good scene?" she asked, determined to push past her embarrassment.
Brenda replied with a smile that sent chills down Carrie's spine, "I'd love to explore that with you."
"It's time to take your midsection strength exercises to the next level, Carrie," Brenda said as she pressed on your stomach. "I can see you've been putting in the work on your abs, so we'll kick it up a notch from our last meetings."
Carrie was curious about what this meant as she witnessed Brenda moving a few steps away. Her question was answered when she felt one of your medium-sized medicine balls placed on her stomach.
The weight of the ball made it slightly difficult for Carrie to breathe, particularly through the gag, but her lungs were incredibly strong from years of belting out hits whilst running and dancing on the stage. She was more concerned with the incoming impacts and how much saliva was building up in her mouth and ready to escape the gag through the sides of her mouth.
"Ready, Carrie?"
Carrie felt the ball being removed from her midsection. She tightened her muscles in anticipation as Brenda once again laid the ball onto her. The impact made it challenging for Carrie to exhale, and the restrained breath allowed the first drool to slip from her mouth around the gag.
The sensation of being bound and gagged in your gym, the unclear feelings of shame and guilt, the humiliation of drool covering your face, and the ongoing impacts of the medicine balls on your stomach were almost overpowering to the singer. After one particularly heavy impact, you let out a loud moan muffled through the gag.
Despite not being touched sexually, Brenda's exploratory hand up your leg would find you so incredibly wet already.
After a particularly hard impact that left you gasping, Brenda retrieved another piece of rope and a white vibrating massage wand from her bag. As you got control of your breathing, Brenda knelt down next to the weight bench and tied you up.
Tying your legs was Brenda's favorite part of the process. She was mesmerized by the flawless shape of your legs. Filled with robust muscles flexing beneath beautifully tanned and lotioned skin, your legs were awe-inspiring to many. Women strived for legs like yours, and fans craved them.
You too weren't unaware of your body's allure. You didn't dress scantily for just your personal satisfaction. Showing off your gym efforts and your stunning legs had become a crucial aspect of your celebrity brand.
As you recovered, you realized that Brenda was tying a section of rope around your left thigh. Realizing what she planned on attaching to your leg, you moaned pathetically against the ball gag. The massage wand was a stimulating blend of agonizingly pleasurable and frustratingly denied. It drove you mad with its constant buzzing waves, but it couldn't provide you with the orgasm you so craved.
The restrained singer sensed the bulbous mass of the wand rubbing between her legs and pressing on her mound through your shorts. Brenda made the final adjustment to the rope before switching on the device. She smirked at the immediate moan it voiced from the gag in your mouth. Knowing the wand wouldn't overwhelm you with pleasure, she played with you just enough to entice you to push further than they had in the past.
"Ten more medicine ball impacts, Carrie. That should be an ideal workout for your midsection today," Brenda proclaimed.
With that, Brenda picked up the ball once more and started hitting your abs again. She cherished the opportunity to be the only one working you out in this manner. Plus, with your fame making the sessions taboo, it was also that you were a married mother of two.
Brenda absolutely couldn't get enough of your proximity to your home, just steps away from where she presently dropped the medicine ball onto Carrie Underwood's stomach. Tied up and dripping with saliva while a massage wand buzzed against your pussy, your house also had a fridge splattered with drawings and filled with trucks, action figures, and Nerf weapons. The bed shared with your husband didn't escape Brenda's notice either. The more she fantasized about it, the more turned on Brenda became.
Carrie was set on reaching the point where they could both achieve orgasm during their session. She wasn't sure how she'd manage it yet.
"Alright, Carrie, your turn now," Brenda said.
She lifted the medicine ball slightly higher and chucked it more forcefully than before. Carrie's response confirmed Brenda's suspicion that it might have been a tad too harsh, but knowing Carrie's resilience, she didn't seem much worse for wear. Just some gagged coughing and gasping for breath.
Brenda set the medicine ball down and gently massaged Carrie's abs for a moment before turning off the massage wand. She untied Carrie's ankles, helping the country star back into a sitting position.
By then, Carrie's face was completely covered in her own drool - the sticky, uncomfortable stuff that only got worse with each passing second. Her eyes were red-rimmed with tears and she was still breathless from the medicine ball workout.
"Good job, Carrie," Brenda praised before joining her on the bench. "That core strength will serve you well in the future when we tackle the aerial silks."
Brenda lifted Carrie's arms, untying her wrists. Carrie groaned in relief, feeling less constrained. Brenda ran her hands down Carrie's arms, preparing her for the next step.
Clearing a shelf, Brenda found a clean towel and returned to Carrie, dabbing at her face to wipe away the drool. Carrie fell in line with the gentle, comforting movements. The conflicting sensations of pain and comfort tightened the hazy fog of pleasure in her mind.
Brenda positioned herself in front of Carrie and removed the massager from the knot holding it in position, leaving Carrie free to move.
"Are you alright, Carrie?" Brenda asked, looking up from her position between Carrie's thighs.
Carrie nodded her head, signalling her affirmation.
"Seems like you're pretty close," Brenda observed.
Carrie nodded even more strongly than before.
"That's great! You know, we should probably do something about that," Brenda offered.
Another nod popped up, despite the gag confining her mouth.
Brenda returned to her bag, recognizing what was missing - a sex toy they had never before used. Carrie's wide eyes and excited expression said it all.
Brenda showed off the bright pink dildo with a suction cup on the tip. It was a far cry from the safe and innocent exercise equipment that had surrounded them, fueling Carrie's anticipation.
When Brenda's gaze lingered over a rowing machine, inspiration struck. "I've got an amazing idea!" she announced, visibly excited.
The appearance of the dildo caught Carrie by surprise, but her desire took over once she envisioned the pleasure it could bring. It didn't matter that she'd be penetrated in her own home gym broad daylight or in front of another person besides her husband. All that mattered was experiencing the size and fullness promised by the toy in her mind.
Carrie remained oblivious to Brenda's intentions until she felt a pull on her arm, gently urging her to her feet.
"Carrie, focus," Brenda said, tugging on her elbow. "Put your arms behind your back."
Once again, Carrie complied without question, consumed by her desire for the dildo in Brenda's hand.
Brenda tied Carrie's left arm around her mid back, then bound her right arm at the small of her back with a single column of rope. The strands were attached to Carrie's chest harness.
Unsure what Brenda's idea entailed, Carrie was brought back to reality by an adrenaline rush - her heart racing as she felt the familiar insecurities resurface. Remembering Brenda's shibari studio from her early days with the choreographer, Carrie knew things would never be the same.
In that moment, all she could focus on was the toy Brenda wielded: a vibrant, phallic object designed for one purpose.
Brenda frequently conquered the Burlington Bowline Inline, so before Carrie could even registered the constraints it set upon her, she was propelled to the rowing machine - an apparatus she cherished for working up a sweat. Nonetheless, it appeared that she wouldn't be utilizing it as she frequently did that day.
Brenda had affixed the dildo to a part of the machine proximate to the footrests and directing it toward the sliding seat. Carrie was coaxed to step across the rower in such a manner that her thighs were straddling it. Brenda urged Carrie to assume a kneeling position before encouraging the bound vocalist to lean forward so her upper body was nestled against the sliding seat.
Carrie grasped the mindset promptly and, while moving backward, felt the dildo poke through her legs. Establishing the sliding seat from sliding forward required the determination of Carrie's robust legs and abdominal muscles. She succeeded as Brenda maneuvered the loose leg of Carrie's shorts to the side with one hand and guided the dildo into place with the other.
Carrie restrained a moan as she sensed the pinnacle of the dildo commencing to divide her and enter her most sacred precincts. Shame and guilt merged with the cloudy haze of carnal thirst gripping Carrie's total being, but they only intensified her passion.
Quickly, Carrie had the dildo jammed to its hilt within her rigid passageway and uttered a moan of semi-religion. Brenda simply knelt down beside Carrie and observed. Although she considered encouraging Carrie, the blonde seemed to have deciphered the protocol on her own.
She started to move her top body forward by utilizing the seat on the rowing machine, enabling the dildo to eject almost completely before retreating backward and once more on the orifice. It wasn't long before Carrie had established a swift pace. Ressourcement and backward, ressourcement and backward. The vibrant sound of the rowing machine established an incomparably hypnotizing symphony for Carrie who was consumed by pleasure. She desperately desired to touch her clit, but her restraints barred her from accomplishing this.
Newborn compoundments of tears, drool, and groans issued from Carrie as she resonated back and forward as quickly as conceivable. Occupied to stuff forthwith and ready to cry for mercy, Carrie howled dutifully against her muzzle. She was aching, yearning to attain libidinal gratification and became delirious from this desperation, when suddenly, Brenda aimed the message wand at an elevated grade directly onto Carrie's clit.
The fireworks that detonated through Carrie's entire body surpassed the greatest 4th of July exhibition ever. She screamed against her screed and jerked against the ropes as she experienced the ecstatic pulses swelling within her body. She climaxed and climaxed yet couldn't ascertain where she was. The continuous buzzing of the message wand being pushed against Carrie's clit was employed as a peak of elasticity in Carrie's mentation.
Brenda maintained the wand against Carrie while delightedly observing her riding out her orgasm. It felt esteemed to be the initiator of Carrie Underwood attaining such a potent climax, and she yearned to commemorate each waxing and waning incarnation of pleasure. Although enticed to sustain the wand, she at length detached it just as Carrie was on the verge of becoming incapable of handling it.
Carrie collapsed upon the rowing machine; her spirits deregulated by the towering orgasm. She sensed Brenda's fingers grazing her lower spinal column and recognized the soothing murmurs of her mentor.
Brenda liberated Carrie from the muzzle.
"Let's dismantle this. Give your jaws a respite."
Brenda eliminated the gag with several strings of drool falling between the rubber sphere and Carrie's lips as she pulled it. Carrie immediately licked her lip and swallowed in contentment at her unobstructed mouth.
"Thanks," Carrie stammered with a small glimmer of a smile. "It gets disagreeable after a while."
"Absolutely," replied Brenda as she utilized a towel to gently wipe off Carrie's face and mouth. "You had that in for longer than normal that day. And the added straps and whatnot."
"Yes and look, Brenda...thanks. I admit I got lost in the instant there."
"No big deal, Carrie. That's what shibari permits us to do sometimes. It's a fine peculiarity."
Carrie couldn't control herself from afar off object.
"Yes that was rewarding. Could you detie our crew now? I require a deep stretch and perhaps a hook-up in the sauna."
I could, but there's another thought I've been considering. If you're interested, of course.
"Alright," Carrie responded hesitantly. "What's the idea?"
"I want to try some shibari with a different medium, and your stunning pool outside caught my eye."
"I'm not sure I understand," Carrie replied.
"I'd love to practice water bondage with you, Carrie. It's a more complex technique and I haven't had many students who I thought were capable of handling it. You're one of them."
Brenda aimed to appeal to Carrie's fondness for physical challenges and her natural submissiveness when bound.
"You want to tie me up in the pool?"
Carrie imagined the vulnerability of being bound while also being in the water. The loss of control offered by shibari, which she enjoyed so much, would be amplified with trust towards Brenda.
She'd just had an orgasm and felt like taking on a more advanced challenge. The prospect of putting her trust in Brenda and trying this in the pool seemed intriguing.
"Yes...it can be really relaxing and beneficial for muscle recovery. Do you want to try it?"
Carrie's cheeks turned red as she responded, "Yes, let's give it a shot."
Brenda couldn't hide her excitement. She swiftly retrieved a small pouch from her bag, then went back to help Carrie untie her chest harness. Serving as her right hand, Brenda turned Carrie around and escorted her towards the glass doors.
"These should be unlocked," Carrie mentioned, nodding towards the left.
"Hold this for me," Brenda instructed. "I'm busy with this."
Carrie held the bag handle in her mouth as her arms were tied behind her back. She struggled to maintain a grip on the handle, but eventually managed. Brenda opened the door.
Feeling exposed in the sunlight, Carrie was taken aback. Although secluded with a secretive backyard, the idea of being outside and naked while tied up was still nerve-wracking.
The duo descended the stairs towards the pool area and were greeted by the familiar smell of chlorine. A flurry of memories flooded Carrie's mind - the summers spent at the pool with her family. She enjoyed the paradox of feeling both ashamed and excited at the thought of being viewed in this compromised state by her loved ones.
"Sit on this chair edge," Brenda suggested, guiding Carrie to a lounge chair. Her tanned skin shimmered in the sunlight, causing Brenda to caress Carrie's thighs and midriff.
Brenda knelt by Carrie's side, pulling a length of rope from her bag.
"This is a lifeline," she explained, knotting the rope to the back of Carrie's harness. "It provides something for me to hold on to in case you drift out of reach."
Brenda then worked on binding Carrie's legs together, above the knee and at the ankles. She left enough slack for Carrie to shuffle towards the pool and back without assistance.
Carrie felt more at ease as more of her body was exposed to the sun. The gentle pressure from the ropes, which restricted her movement, thrilled her as they caressed her skin.
Brenda then retrieved another section of rope and bound one of Carrie's ankles between her legs, securing it to the chest harness, and finished it off with two bindings on her lower legs, one on each. The bindings left Carrie with enough mobility that she could shuffle towards the pool and back.
Stretching her legs, Carrie pushed against the ropes with an enjoyable pain and began to fully appreciate the liberating feeling of her naked body in the open air.
As Brenda went back for more ropes, Carrie accepted the reality of being outdoors, bound, and vulnerable, and was instead captivated by the sensations her body was experiencing.
A moment of tranquility washed over her as she slid into the lounge chair, her eyes shutting and relaxing into their new resting spot. It was such a shame that respite was destroyed when Brenda suddenly ducked down near her feet.
Suddenly, the vivid memory of one of her most terrifying nightmares appeared. She could feel her blood turning ice-cold, even with the sun's warmth offering solace. Her mind frantically attempted to make her vanish from existence, futilely begging for the terror to go away.
Somewhere in the distance, a familiar voice rang out. "Carrie? You out here girl? I tried the front and you weren't answering my texts..."
Both she and Brenda heard the voice but didn't see who it belonged to until they emerged from behind a tall hedge by the pool. With one look at Carrie, bound by ropes, they recognized the woman fumbling with her ankles. While panic apparently rushed through her, she slowly approached the couple instead of reaching for her phone to call for help. A familiar face would make this whole situation slightly less terrifying, making recognition much easier.
"Brenda? Is that you?" they asked, confused by the sight in front of them.
Carrie, still unable to speak despite desperation from the need to answer someone, Brenda stood up and greeted the new arrival, Ivey Childers, wife of her band's bassist. Their friendship was well-known, and Brenda assured her, "Hey, Ivey. Good to see you. We're doing some shibari."
Ivey's eyes widened at the sight before her, processing what she was looking at. She prodded, "Sh…what?"
"Rope bondage, lol," Carrie quietly responded. She couldn't deny feeling intrigue wash over her at the thought of Ivey helping Brenda as she moaned softly.
As if reading her mind, Brenda chirped in, "Actually it's great you're here. Having another set of hands would be amazing."
Carrie had allowed herself to fall into this with Brenda, and after such a long time of admiring her coworker's sex life, the idea of having Ivey as a participant in her own induced a burst of excitement. Unfortunately, she struggled with the concept of having her friend witness it instead of keeping it private. Still, she knew that she hadn't used her safe word during their previous sessions, leaving her much more experienced than she'd thought, which reminded her she could also use it here.
"I'm…I'm fine, Ivey," Carrie murmured. "Brenda's been teaching me this."
Ivey, slightly startled by the shock of seeing her friend in ropes, began piecing together what Brenda spoke about earlier. She was often open-minded about these things when chatting with Carrie, telling her of different experiences they'd had, but this was unexpectedly thrilling. She snickered before questioning, "Why are you out here at the pool?"
Intrigued, Brenda explained, "Well today we're trying water bondage. It's supposed to push Carrie's limits a bit more."
Ivey's eyes widened, and she felt even more excited. While she always found her friend attractive during activities like working out and sauna visits, this new perspective of having physical control over Carrie, proving to be a highly erotic feeling for Ivey, who slightly considered herself a huge fan, if not even a little jealous of her.
"I'd be happy to help…" Ivey said tentatively. "How do we start?"
"We'll take Carrie into the pool and see how much she can handle," Brenda suggested. "She's already halfway through her usual sessions, so it's a bit more advanced."
Taking in a deep breath, lack of pressure for her friend's safety comforted her, though she felt a slight rush of excitement. Although she couldn't deny the small tug of jealousy pulling at her gut, envy of Carrie's fame and success, her eyes widened further, sitting on the shore like she was here to witness something incredibly impressive.
"Spoken like someone who understands your goal," Ivey joked, her fingers pinching her chin as they brainstormed.
They didn't immediately recognize the word "shibari," but given the context, they understood the work fine.
Ivey then asked, "Will there be a safe word? What should we do if she needs rescue?"
Ever practiced, Carrie and Brenda had a word in place, but they decided to select a new one that included everyone. Jewel atomically thought up a new word: "Southbound," both coinciding with one of Carrie's songs and Ivey's new tequila label.
"Perfect!" Brenda exclaimed, and Carrie repeated the choice without hesitation.
"Ok, Carrie, you sure you want to attempt this?" Brenda raised a concerned tone.
They both knew her ability had grown significantly despite Ivey's presence. As much as she tried in her head to say no and return to their previous conversation, Carrie shook with excitement instead.
"Well, it's been working fine for me so far," Carrie murmured. She glanced at Ivey, bucking against Brenda's grip in her mental struggle before giving in to another surge of excitement. "If I could do it with you, I can do it with her!"
Brenda prioritized consent in her sessions, ensuring Carrie wasn't coerced with her friend watching. Carrie immediately agreed with a firm "yes" and a nod.
"Great!" Brenda beamed, clasping her hands together. "So, stand up."
Brenda helped Carrie by holding on to the back of her chest harness and aiding her to her feet. Ivey saw the power Brenda possessed over Carrie. Ivey took off her sandals and tossed her tank top beside the chair Carrie had previously occupied. She removed her jeans shorts, uncovering the sporty bikini she had put on earlier in anticipation of Carrie sunbathing.
Ivey was slightly shorter than Carrie, but had less muscle definition compared to Carrie. However, she possessed larger breasts, showcased in her bikini top.
Not hesitating to embrace new experiences, Ivey positioned herself on Carrie's other side and grabbed hold of some ropes around her friend. Together, they helped Carrie descend the pool stairs. Initially, it was difficult for Carrie to walk normally due to the cuffs on her ankle and leg. The refreshing water felt delightful on their bodies after their time spent in the sun.
When they made it so Carrie was waist-deep in the water, Brenda took the final step down and stood in the water. The reflection of the glittering pool on Carrie's bare skin made Brenda's presence known. Brenda gripped Carrie around the waist and guided her down the last step.
Standing waist-deep in the water reminded Carrie of her vulnerability. The thrill of being bound in the water and the remaining emotional distress lingering from Ivey's presence were both present within her.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Brenda inquired. "Let's just take some time to adjust before we move further."
"Sure," Carrie replied.
Brenda gave a reminder about Carrie's safe word, "Southbound," and instructed her to shake her head vigorously if unable to speak.
The women hovered around the shallow end of the pool, allowing Carrie to become acclimatized to the water's sensation. They eased deeper into the pool and encouraged Carrie to leave the pool's bottom. The water's touch against her skin was soothing as Brenda's strong arms supported her.
Brenda passed Carrie to Ivey, who embraced her friend with her arms. Carrie was able to relish the feeling of Ivey's skin against hers.
Ivey and Brenda assisted Carrie for several minutes before Brenda decided to progress further. She returned Carrie to her feet and firmly grasped her harness.
"I'm going to submerse you now, Carrie," Brenda told her.
Carrie nodded, unaware of the sensations she would encounter underwater. Brenda reached for Carrie's shoulder and urged her to bend over, while she reached to the back of Carrie's head and pushed it under the water.
Carrie could inhale deeply before her submersion, but being motionless and held under the water invoked feelings of drowning. After a few moments, Brenda gently lifted her up, allowing her to breathe.
"Well done, Carrie," Brenda praised kindly. "Didn't it feel good?"
Carrie couldn't deny the thrill of complete helplessness and being under someone else's control. Shibari had provided her with a sense of lack of control, but being held underwater intensified the experience.
Suddenly, Brenda's hands found Carrie's shoulders, and she was submerged again. Carrie absorbed the light from the sun sparkling on the water's surface, making out the outline of Brenda and Ivey. A current of pleasure surged through her, feeling the complete control her friends held over her.
Carrie surfaced, her flowing hair dripping water, and was quickly turned face down in the water by Brenda. Carrie trembled as she was pushed beneath the water's surface. She was pushed deeper and Brenda moved her around with the threat of the ropes.
Brenda raised Carrie back into the sunlit pool, splashing her as she regained consciousness and removed the water from her face. Water clung to Carrie's braids and soaked her work out ensemble, moulding it against her athletic frame.
The famous blonde didn't have a chance to catch her breath before being shoved face-down into the water. Barely holding herself together, she suppressed the urge to exhale, as bubbles emerged from her nose and broke through the surface. Carrie's body resurfaced seconds later as Brenda dragged her up again.
Carrie leaned on Ivey's arms as Brenda flipped her back over in the water. "Hmm, that was quite the challenge," said Brenda. "Want to continue, Carrie?"
"Yes, please," she responded quickly.
Brenda reached for Carrie, but Ivey intervened. "May I have a turn dunking Carrie?" she asked.
"Go for it!" Brenda smiled.
Ivey found it quite delightful to see her friend Ivey playing with a restrained Carrie in the pool.
Ivey took a hold of Carrie and dragged her further into the water. Although she kept a steady stance on the pool floor, the water reached closer to her chest.
In silence, Ivey grasped Carrie and swiftly submerged her under the surface. The thought of being submerged by her adorable best friend sent Carrie over the edge with lust. She had never fathomed this would take place.
Ivey was experiencing a similar realization. Her previous admiration for the dedication it took for Carrie to maintain her fabulous figure was in fact a suppressed longing for it. Carrie's delicate frame, impeccable muscle definition, flawless skin, and divine legs were everything Ivey desired.
Stroking Carrie's body underwater, Ivey couldn't fathom she was about to embark on such an experience. She breathed in the second-by-second moments, savoring the stuttered gasps Carrie let out as Ivey hauled her back to the surface.
Ivey nestled Carrie into her arms as she inhaled deeply. Leaning in for a kiss, Carrie was ready to call it a day when Ivey suddenly seized her braids and used them to guide her head. Their eyes locked for a moment before she pulled Carrie under again.
Ivey maintained a tight grip on Carrie's braids as she looked down at her through the water. She watched for the moment when Carrie's breaths were shallow, then slowly raised Carrie's head above the surface.
As torrents of water streamed down Carrie's face and she opened her mouth to gulp in oxygen, Ivey transitioned to a passionate embrace. Uncertain of what was happening, she heard Ivey inquire, "Are you alright?" Nevertheless, it only intensified her arousal.
Dragging Carrie under for the umpteenth time, Ivey was taken aback by her best friend's reaction. In her present frenzied state, Carrie immediately kissed back with unyielding hunger.
The sensation of Ivey's lips pressed against hers was surreal. Needing more, Ivey denied herself the pleasure of kissing. Instead, she violently pulled Carrie under once more by her braids. They shared another deep embrace as Carrie struggled to regain her breath beneath the water.
Over and over again, Ivey initiated their captivating kisses, only to submerge Carrie an instant later. Carrie was close to losing her grasp, employing every ounce of her tremendous lung power to persevere. She relished every last moment of this depraved exercise.
Sensing Carrie's limits dwindling, Ivey conceived a novel idea. The next time she shared a deep, soulful kiss with her best friend, Ivey pulled her down immediately, securing their mouths together underwater. Her tongue continued to roam through Carrie's mouth as they drifted unseen beneath the waves.
On the verge of fainting, Ivey willed herself to return to consciousness. Brenda was still in the vicinity, holding Carrie's harness. "It seems she requires a moment's respite," she declared.
Ivey's reverie dissipated as she watched Brenda lift Carrie out of the water. "I believe I know how we'll wrap up the day in a pleasing manner," she continued. "Stay tuned."
Brenda was about to reveal something to Ivey when she caught sight of Carrie listening closely, now that she'd managed to catch her breath.
"No eavesdropping, Carrie!" Brenda reprimanded, and to emphasize her point, she abruptly yanked Carrie back under the water, preventing her from hearing what Brenda was talking about.
Brenda continued holding Carrie under as she spoke to Ivey, despite the girl starting to struggle. During their two earlier sessions, the kissing exhibition Ivey had put on with Carrie had turned Brenda on more than she'd been in ages, and now she finally intended to act on it.
After conveying her idea to Ivey, the two of them had Carrie come back up. She emerged coughing and gasping for air, sputtering water at the surface as she recovered.
Once she was able to breathe properly, Carrie found herself standing at the bottom of the pool stairs.
"Come on, Carrie," Ivey said, extending a hand from her side as the two women helped the singer out of the pool. "Let's move somewhere else."
Once close to the edge of the pool, Brenda turned Carrie so her back was facing it. She then placed her hands on Carrie's hips and lifted her up onto the edge of the pool. The wetness seeping from Carrie's shorts left water upon the warm concrete.
The brief rest in the sun on the pool's edge as Brenda untied her ropes from her legs and ankles afforded Carrie a valuable opportunity to catch her breath. As she stretched against her remaining chest and arm restraints, she became aware of just how sore her muscles had become during her time in the pool.
She wished more than anything to go relax in the...
"The sauna sounds good to you, Carrie?" Ivey inquired as she climbed the pool's steps.
"Mm...yes, that's precisely what I was thinking," Carrie responded.
Ivey stepped inside the sauna and pulled Carrie in after her. Ivey had always been the more dominant partner in their bedroom endeavors, and she was unwilling to let this opportunity pass without imposing her dominance over Carrie. She hadn't realized just how submissive Carrie actually was, despite her success and talent.
"Let's go then," she stated, pulling firmly on Carrie's arm and chest bindings.
Carrie cried out from the sudden tension, but easily accepted her friend's control as they assisted her from her shaky stance. Upon returning to her feet, Carrie joined Ivey in the sauna room, following her willingly.
After a few moments, Ivey opened the sauna door after pressing a couple buttons on the control panel, and ushered Carrie inside. Ivey sat down on a bench and pulled Carrie down next to her.
Seeing Ivey, Carrie couldn't help but feel the need to say something about her earlier encounter with Brenda, now that they were alone for a few minutes.
"Ivey, I think we..." Carrie started.
But Ivey wasn't concerned with conversation. She silenced Carrie by pulling her in for another kiss, their tongues playing with each other.
"What was wrong?" Ivey asked as she broke the kiss. "You seemed to enjoy yourself."
Carrie's mind was half-consciously thinking about how wrong their actions were, how they were cheating on their husbands. However, the intense pleasure she was experiencing overpowered these thoughts, and she allowed herself to concentrate on Ivey's tongue in her mouth, her hand creeping up her thigh, and the bonds that still held her arms behind her.
With Carrie lost in the pleasure cloud, she didn't even register Brenda's reappearance. The instructor had taken a seat on the opposite bench, having retrieved her duffle bag momentarily.
She noticed Brenda's workout gear matched what she'd worn earlier, but something was different - a black harness wrapped around her waist, with a flesh-colored dildo protruding from it.
The sight left Carrie momentarily stunned, thinking that she needed to be filled with that dildo again. It seemed as if Brenda had been reading her mind rather than just discussing the issue with Ivey. Carrie instantly climbed onto Brenda's lap as if on autopilot. Her reaction prompted Ivey to stop her.
"Wait a minute," Ivey suggested. "We might want to...lose something first."
Carrie didn't need any further prompting. Once her shorts were removed from her legs, she straddled Brenda's lap eagerly.
There was no need for more encouragement; Carrie hurriedly moved to sit astride Brenda's lap with no hesitation.
In a flash, Carrie swiftly got out of the shorts and made her way back to perching on Brenda's lap. The sight of a wet and exposed Carrie Underwood, fervently mounting Brenda's lap to pleasure herself with the dildo propped between her legs, left Brenda amazed. It was unquestionably the sexiest scene she had ever seen.
Her gaze lingered on every inch of Carrie's unclothed lower body. From her defined thighs to parts that very few had seen, Brenda couldn't recall any sexier scenario. Carrie's tan lines contrasting with her legs' deep golden hue combined with her moist and smooth genitals and the neatly trimmed strip of blonde hair leading to Carrie's core was something Brenda and Ivey would cherish forever.
Seconds later, with Ivey keeping Carrie's upper body upright, Carrie Underwood softly slid down onto Brenda's fake phallus, uttering a drawn-out sigh as it penetrated her until it reached its full depth. Carrie exhaled contentedly, appreciating the enjoyable feeling of fullness when Brenda placed her palms on Carrie's hips.
"Well done, baby Carrie," Brenda acknowledged, massaging gentle circles on her skin.
The heat in the sauna escalated with the steam, as Carrie sensed Ivey's presence right behind her, caressing her hips, ass, midriff, and inner thighs, while simultaneously nuzzling her neck. Brenda remained firmly entwined around Carrie's waist and, after providing her a moment to adapt, directed the singer to start pace her riding up and down on the whopping dildo fundamentally packed inside her.
The sight before them was astonishing. Carrie swaying on the dildo by relying on the strong muscles in her thighs and abdomen to pump herself up and down in an accelerating tempo while Ivey hadn't lost sight of her needs and held the ropes looping around her chest and compelling her arms to remain behind her back, was surpassingly arousing. It was even hotter than Brenda's radical imagination of where her Shibari practices with Carrie might evolve.
"Keep going, darling," Ivey prompted. "Move that body."
Carrie's escalating moans became louder as supportive comments from both Brenda and Ivey united. Carrie was vigorously riding the dildo embedded in the choreographer and yearned to reach down to rub her clit. Fortunately, Ivey attentively tended to her pal's demands and gently rubbed her fingers from her taut stomach down to her distended clit. Ivey massaged Carrie's clit in answer to her cries.
Only a few moments passed before a cry of ecstasy burst forth from Carrie, as one of the most stomach-churning orgasms of her life flowed through her entire being. Experiencing the firm holds of two distinct women under her, stimulating her most sensitive spots, and essentially controlling her had Carrie riding the crest of a climaxing wave of bliss.
It felt like an age before Carrie at last fell forward onto Brenda and let out a whimper in Brenda's ear. She experienced fleeting impulses of guilt and embarrassment but concentrated on the elation she had just experienced.
The pleasure resurfaced all of a sudden due to how sensitive she still was as Brenda and Ivey raised Carrie up enough to allow the dildo to slip out of her overstimulated flesh. They then placed her on the bench next to Brenda. Ivey facilitated Carrie back into her shorts before vexedly standing to her left.
The trio sat in wet silence for a while before Ivey, unexpectedly, erupted in giggles. This rapidly developed into all three ladies raucously laughing at the unexpectedness of the actions they had just conducted in the pool and sauna.
"You did wonderfully today, Carrie," Brenda congratulated her, at last untying the ropes around Carrie's hands.
"Thanks Bren," replied Carrie, extending her arms and wrists in deep appreciation. "I had fun."
"I'd agree," Ivey added. "I'm delighted my visit concluded a day early."
A moment of steam-generated stillness occurred until Brenda spoke again. "Now I wonder which one of us shall use this contraption on me?"
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