Part 2 of 'The Secrets We Keep'. Leslie and Ann's weekend gets cut short as someone almost discovers each of their... 'pets'. Hopefully they can each manage to keep their secrets safe.

Leslie

    Sarah and I were laying in the back of my truck, still enjoying each other's company on this delightful weekend. It was Saturday evening, we had played our games all Friday night, slept in nicely, had breakfast together, then had played more games all day. Sarah had been bound in her armbinder and belts the entire time, just the way we both liked it. I had turned the lights in the bed off and we were relaxing together, watching the sunset over the tailgate. I guess I was watching the sunset, Sarah was still tightly blindfolded and gagged, probably with no clue what time it was. The bed of my truck was covered, so I had the window thing flipped up so we could see out of the bed. Closing it completely concealed us, I had blacked out all the windows on the cover.

    I sat, propped up on one of the pillows I had brought with me. Sarah lay with her head in my lap as I gently ran my hand through her hair. The sun was getting to the point where it seemed to set the sky ablaze, a rainbow of color expanding out from the horizon. I listened as Sarah puffed cute little breaths through her nose as she moaned softly into her gag that hadn't been removed for months.

    After a while of silence, just listening to the birds in the air, the cool breeze in the trees and watching the sun set during the truly gorgeous night, Sarah began to stir.

    "Whoa honey, what're you doing?" Sarah began to twist and struggle to sit upright and look at me. "Ahh, let's get you up Sarah, yeah just like that." Once she was sitting up, she turned her blindfolded and gagged head towards me and moaned three times, paused, then repeated the sounds. I knew this meant in our code that she wanted something off. I was shocked, I had thought she was pretty much comfortable with all her gear at this point, she had been wearing the gag and blindfold for months, and the armbinder and bondage was barely a day old.

    "You want your gag off?" Sarah stopped her moaning and nodded, her tightly bound head bobbing up and down. "Are you sure? It's been so long, you must have something important on your mind..." Sarah nodded her head again, slightly more enthusiastically. "Alright..." I knew this was a big deal for her. She had been wearing the gag for several months, longer than I could actually count. The last time she had wanted it removed was because she wanted her hair dyed, which to her was a big deal. I wondered if it was going to be the same this time.

    The gag was a large harness ball gag, with straps that ran all the way up over her head, around her face, and around her neck. The blindfold was separate, but held firmly in place by its own harness and the tightness of the gag. I hopped out of the bed of the truck to dig around in the compartment in the center of the seat, looking for the keys to her gag. It had been so long that I had just let them fall into the center console, pretty much forgetting about them.

    After I relocated them and unlocked the locks on each of the buckles, I carefully pulled the gag off, careful not to disturb the blindfold underneath. Sarah moaned as the massive red ball was slowly removed from her mouth, revealing a wad of cloth underneath. I chuckled to myself aloud, I had forgotten I had placed the clothes there before I put the gag in. I pulled out three pairs of my own panties that I had used months and months ago. The taste of my fluids had leaked out with Sarah's drool months ago, but I still found it funny I had forgotten.

    Sarah initially stretched her jaw for a few minutes. It makes sense when one's jaw is held so widely open for so long, she would want to stretch it out for a bit. I let her take her time, lounging in the bed next to her, admiring her pretty face. I had forgotten how cute she was without a gag on, nothing covering up her cute face.

    Finally, Sarah spoke. She spoke slowly, with the concentration of someone who hadn't had the functionality of their mouth for almost a year. "I... want... you to not call me Sarah", she said slowly.

    I was confused. "Huh?"

    "I... want... to be called... 'it'. I don't... like... being called 'she'... or 'you'. I want to be called 'it'", she responded.

    "What, why?"

    "Well, when I was... inside... the truck for the past month, I... realized... that I wanted to be treated like you... own... me."

    "We... already do that I thought. Isn't that part of what we both enjoy?" I asked confusedly. I knew this was serious, so I was treading lightly, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

    "Well, I want to be... another... step further than that. I want to feel owned by you, and by being... called... 'it' and treated like an object, I would feel... better about it."

    I sat in silence for a while. Sarah sat quietly, letting me think about what she had said. Thats one reason I loved Sarah, whenever she talked, she knew exactly what to say and when to say it. At that moment, she had provided her feelings and she let me process them. I sat for long enough that Sarah returned to her spot in my lap. The sun set, and it got dark as I thought about what she had said, and yet she remained silent.

    Finally, I made up my mind. "I… don't know. It would be hard for me to make that change. You know I don't view you like an object, I like you as a human being!"

    "I know you do, and I do too. It's just, my time in the truck has made me feel like something you own, and I really want to be talked to that way, like something you own. It just makes it that much better for me, I hope it would... expand... our love for another, help us not take it for granted."

    I sat in silence for a while again. By this point it was completely dark out and I could see the stars. I came to a conclusion and told Sarah, "OK. I will do that for you, er, it."

    "Thank you Leslie, thank you so much..." I sat and watched the stars through the tailgate as Sarah rested her head in my lap, breathing softly. I reached down and slowly undid the straps on her blindfold. I removed it, letting 'it' see for the first time in months. The first thing she saw was out the tailgate at the stars. She gasped slightly, peering at the beautiful scene in front of her. We laid together for quite some time, me running my hands through her hair, it still bound tightly in its leather but no longer blindfolded or gagged, the first time in months.

Ann

    It was Saturday evening. I hadn't bothered to let Bessie out of her bondage, I much more enjoyed watching her struggle about on the floor all day, trying to get any movement she could before she was returned to her cage under the bed the following day. She was still tightly frogtied, her arms still secured in the armbinder, the hood still over her head. I hadn't permitted her to see anything or say anything for our entire play time, leading up to then. However, something we did every time we had our playtime on those special weekends is I would bathe her and clean her up. I would especially need to this time, since we hadn't been able to play together for an entire month.

    I had small wooden dowels around the room, standing upright that Bessie had to crawl around the floor to find. I had made it very clear that we would be doing nothing until she found them all. I hadn't even told her how many there were: she had knocked over three and was still missing one. I had done a sneaky trick and hidden one in the corner of the room, so she was struggling and wiggling about on the floor, trying to find the last one. She probably didn't even remember what the layout of the room was from the year or two ago I had brought her in here to stash her away. I had made sure to keep her hooded in our main room any time she was out of her cage or the bathroom.

    I watched her wiggle about on the floor for the better part of an hour, louder and louder moans of frustration sounding from underneath her tightly bound head. Eventually, she got smart enough to crawl to a wall and keep one shoulder on the wall as she went in a circle, finally coming to the last dowel. After she knocked it over, hearing it hit the floor, a moan of relief came from her gag. I let her pant there for a few minutes, making her think there was still another dowel. As she began to struggle again, I stood up and walked over to her, wearing my tight black latex suit. I leaned over her and gave her a firm slap on her butt to the satisfying sound of pleasure.

    "Good job girl, well done! I think it's probably about time for your shower, don't you think?"

    Bessie nodded her hooded head, moaning into her gag her affirmation. I giggled and walked over to the bathroom, opening the door and turning the water on. "You gotta come here silly!" I told her as I slowly slid out of my latex catsuit until I was standing in the room naked, watching Bessie struggle to crawl her way over to the sounds of the running water.

    Upon reaching me, I unbuckled her latex corset that restricted so much of her movement, forcing her back straight in one direction. Bessie moaned in pleasure at this being removed, as I pulled the rest of the binds on her body off. I removed the leather straps around her legs, then slid the armbinder off, giving her free rein of motion. Next I unlocked the collar around her neck, then pulled her hood off. Underneath her hood was a large red harness ball gag with a blindfold attached. I noticed that Bessie's red hair was beginning to grow back, it needed to be shaved again to work with the gimp style she now lived.

    I decided to leave the gag and blindfold on for now. Instead, I undressed Bessie from her latex suit, pulling each limb carefully from the tight latex they had been in for the past month. When I was done, both of us were naked on the bathroom floor, her with a gag and blindfold still on. Before she could do anything naughty with her newly-freed limbs, I threw a pair of handcuffs around her wrists, securing them behind her back. Bessie moaned into her gag, annoyed at losing her mobility already this fast again.

    "Nice try Bess, you gotta be faster than that!" I teased her as I helped her stand up. She hadn't been allowed to fully stand up for almost a month, so I carefully guided her into the shower, where the water had already heated up. For the next 20 or so minutes, I bathed her, both of us naked in the small dorm shower together, me scrubbing first her body, then my body. It was a very sensual thing, the water running around us, soaking into Bessie's gag and blindfold, me making sure she didn't get a direct hit of water to the face to not risk her choking, it was a very loving thing. I felt her body on mine as I scrubbed all parts of her body, her feet, her head, her chest, legs, crotch... everything was amazing.

    Bessie began to complain of overheating at some point, so I grudgingly turned the water off to end our amazing shower. I helped Bessie step out into the bathroom in front of the mirror. I saw the pair of us, both naked but Bessie still gagged and blindfolded, her shaking slightly from the stimulation she had received in the shower. I smiled, content with our relationship.

    After drying each of us off, I said "Alright Bessie, we gotta shave your head again, hope you don't mind."

    "Mmmmm, mmmnnt mmmrrr..."

    "Perfect."

    I retrieved the buzzer from under the counter and leaned Bessie's head over the sink. I turned it on and went to begin shaving her hair off. I paused, looking at how her gorgeous red hair shone from the bathroom light reflection. That was one of the reasons I had first started dating her in high school, I thought her hair was truly immaculate. When it was longer, she had kept it cropped to shoulder-length, the deep, rich red hue of her hair always freshly washed.

    "Bessie?"

    "Mmmm?"

    "I, uhh.... I kind of want to let your hair grow out a bit. Would you rather me style it to something?"

    Bessie stood still for a second. She said, "Mmm Mmm Mmm *pause* Mmm Mmm Mmm". This was our sign for me to remove her gag. I thought it interesting that she wanted me to do this, since she never requests me to remove her gag. I carefully removed just the ball from her mouth, leaving the blindfold and harness still in place. Bessie worked her jaw around a bit, trying to get used to the ability to use her mouth.

    "You know the feel of the hood is only good when I don't have hair in the way", Bessie told me.

    "Yeah but, your hair is just beautiful, it pains me to buzz it all off every time."

    We argued for a bit like we do whenever I take her gag off. She takes advantage of being able to speak, I quickly get annoyed at her speaking and want to re-gag her, etc. After a bit though, we reached a compromise. I would shave her head except for two spots so I could grow out her pigtails.

    I shaved the roughly half an inch off all the parts of her head she wanted, but left two small circles low on the back of her head. I promised I would order her a new hood with openings just for those two hoods and get it custom-fit like her current one, and she was willing to let me grow her pretty red hair out.

    Finishing up with her cleaning up, I walked her back out into the main room, both of us still naked. I helped her slide back inside her latex suit, the latex stretching tightly about her body, just the way I liked it. Once it was all in place, I wrapped the corset around her midsection and tightened it down to the same way it was before her shower.

    "Hey, Ann?"

    "Yeah, what’s up Bess?"

    "Please don't let this next wait be a month. I had a hard time waiting that long." I looked at Bessie's face and saw that she was slightly pained. I thought MY wait was hard, I couldn't imagine being stuck in that cage for a month, no clue of what time it was or how long it had been since I had let her out. Not to mention gagged, blindfolded, hooded and cuffed to the cage.

    "Don't worry, it was rough for me too Bess. I won't wait that long again, I promise." Bessie nodded her blinded head before telling me she was ready for her gag. I decided to give her a different one, since she had had the ball in her mouth for so long. I grabbed an inflatable one and slipped it into her mouth, attaching it to the harness and blindfold, securing it in place. I pumped it up a few times until it fully filled Bessie's mouth, then twisted the air release as tight as I could. I pulled the hood back over Bessie's head, tightened the laces on the back until all her facial features were visible through the front, then began to rebind her with her mittens and armbinder.

Leslie

    It was about one in the morning when I heard the sound of a door closing outside my truck. I instantly was alert and sat up, straining my ears. I heard the sounds of approaching footsteps towards my truck. Sarah and I had fallen asleep together watching the stars, she still was laying bound tightly and in her latex suit. I looked down at myself in my own latex suit and knew that if someone looked in the back of the truck, we would be screwed. Like an idiot, I had left the window open above the tailgate, so I had to think fast. I knew that the most I could reveal of myself was my head, since that was the only part of me that wasn't clad in latex.

    The footsteps slowly got closer. I committed to a plan I had whipped up in my mind and crawled towards the tailgate. I poked my head out to see a police officer walking towards the truck, his car parked a little bit away. 'SHIT, it's a cop, now I'm really screwed' I thought to myself. If he saw the bound Sarah, I don't know what he would do. Sarah began to stir behind me and I put a hand over her mouth to keep her from saying anything.

    "Hey officer, how's it going?" I asked with a fake sleepiness about my voice. In reality my heart was pounding, this could be the very moment my secret gets exposed to the world.

    "Oh hey, didn't know you were in the bed there..."

    "If you wouldn't mind just hanging out over there, I'm not wearing my bra right now..."

    The officer looked startled. "Oh, yeah, that's fine. I was just coming to check on the vehicle, it's been parked here for two nights now. Thought I would get the license plate and just see what's going on."

    "Yeah, well, I got here yesterday and slept here, then went and hiked all day. Now I'm just trying to get some more sleep, I'm exhausted. Hiked, like, 20 miles yesterday."

    "Dang, that's pretty good mileage."

    "Yeah, I thought so." Sarah was now fully awake as well, her bound body tense next to me. My heart was beating up through my throat, I was praying the officer would just leave us alone and not insist on coming over.

    The officer cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well, this is a no-camping lot. The sign entering said so."

    I feigned ignorance. "Oh, it did?"

    "Yeah, it did."

    I groaned out loud, playing the part as well as I could. "Man, I'm so tired right now. You don't think you could just let me sleep tonight? I'll be gone right away in the morning, I truly didn't see the no overnight parking sign." I crossed my fingers, begging the officer to take the lie. He hesitated for a moment, before deciding, "Well, uhh... I guess that's fine. I will be back this morning though, so make sure you are gone by 9, OK? I'm not supposed to let you do this..."

    "Oh, thank you sir, I will definitely be gone by 9."

    "Alright, have a good night ma'am."

    "You too, thank you again."

    "No problem, just be gone by 9."

    I had just dodged an insane bullet. I crawled back into the bed, pulling the window behind me. I listened to the officer's car drive away, my body shaking. Sarah nuzzled up into my chest to comfort me, but all I could think about was how close I had come to getting caught.

Ann

    Sunday morning, I woke up before Bessie. She was bound again in all her gear, her hood tightly strapped about her head, the mittens shackled, her armbinder buckled tightly and her legs bound tightly together with belts with padlocks on them. I was clad in my latex catsuit as well, we had snuggled together until we had eventually fallen asleep. I decided to reward her a little bit for such a pleasant weekend and let her sleep, so I got out of bed carefully to not disturb her. I plopped down on the small couch that Leslie and I had in the room and turned on the TV. I set the volume low to make sure Bessie didn't wake up. Glancing at the clock, I saw it said 9:35am. 'Dang, we slept in a bit' I thought to myself.

    As I was watching my show, I suddenly heard the sound of keys at the door. Leslie wasn't supposed to be back until late that evening! She had never come home early! I jumped up in a panic when Leslie began knocking on the door.

    "Hello, Ann? Are you awake?"

    "I- uhh, yeah, I'm awake!" My personal padlock on the door was the only thing keeping Leslie from entering.

    "My key isn't working, can you let me in?"

    "Uhh, I- uhhh, give me just a minute!" Bessie was awake at this point and was able to figure out what was going on. I jumped up out of the couch and bolted to the bed where Bessie was laying. She had started to wiggle around to try to hide herself or something, I'm not sure why she thought it would work but she did it anyway.

    "I, uhhh, I need to put on some clothes, I just got out of the shower, you know?" I called to Leslie, trying to stall. I practically threw Bessie off the bed, she landed on the floor in her bound state with a heavy thump and groaned in pain.

    "Sorry" I whispered out of the corner of my mouth. I slid the mattress off the bed and pulled the cover to Bessie's cage up, then worked to get Bessie inside. Struggling, I was able to roll her up inside the cage, to the sound of another thump.

    "Wow Ann, how long does it take to put a shirt on or something?" Leslie laughed playfully.

    "Yeah, I'm... working on it!" I shouted back to her, throwing my mattress back in place. I ripped my dresser open and a pair of sweatpants on, then a sweatshirt in order to keep her from seeing my catsuit. To cover my latex-clad feet, I pulled a pair of long socks on. I couldn't do anything about my gloved hands, so I just shoved them in my pockets.

    I quickly walked over to the door and unlocked the padlock and swung the door open, concealing my hands from Leslie.

    "Heyyy, took you long enough!" Leslie laughed. I grinned sheepishly to her, my hands shoved in my pockets.

    "Yeah, sorry about that. I wonder why your key wasn't working."

    "Maybe it's a good thing it didn't, I would have walked in on you naked!" Leslie laughed again before going into an awkward silence. I felt myself blushing, I had often thought about what would happen if I told Leslie how I feel about other women, especially one as pretty as her.

Leslie

    "Maybe it's a good thing it didn't, I would have walked in on you naked!" I immediately regretted saying that and laughed to try to cover up the awkwardness of it. I instantly began blushing as I looked at Ann, the same age and size as me. I had often wondered what would happen if she found out about my secret, or if she would even be interested. I had dreams that Ann would someday discover but want to join Sarah in bondage, she was truly a beautiful young lady. I could only imagine what her body would be like underneath her clothing. Ann seemed a little uncomfortable at my statement, she hunched over with her hands shoved in her pockets. And was she… blushing? I felt kinda bad for making her uncomfortable.

    "So, why are you back early?" Ann asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

    "Oh, my family had something going on today. No point in hanging out at their house if they weren't gonna be there." Oooohhhh, that's a terrible reason I thought to myself. What if she says I could've just gone with them, or spent the day out or something?

    "Ah, I see." Ann seemed to accept it. I silently breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't noticed my uncomfortableness.

    That morning at roughly 7am, I carried Sarah back into the cab and put her back in her cage. The whole process of getting her set with her blindfold and gag and correct bindings took about an hour and a half, so I was leaving at 8:30. I checked on her again before I went inside to my dorm. Hopefully, she -  or I should say 'it' - will be fine for a couple more weeks while I find a new place for us to play our games.

Ann

    I felt so uncomfortable standing around, waiting for Leslie to leave or do something so that I could take my catsuit off. I felt the latex rubbing across my body, scared Leslie would hear it squeak. I finally got an opportunity to go back into the bathroom when Leslie plopped down on her bed with her phone. I stepped out of my suit quickly and stashed it behind some rolls of toilet paper under the sink. The next time Leslie left I would put the suit back under my bed with Bessie, who also needed to be organized. She had gone in quickly with no preparation, so she still had the armbinder and leg bindings on. Typically she was just shackled to the cage, so I would have to fix that soon. Hopefully Leslie leaves somewhat soon so Bessie isn't stuck in the armbinder for too long.