(Special appearance by @LizzyTzee )

@AllyLogan and I had been comfortably hunkered down for four days and three nights since she rescued me from having my mind obliterated by what would have been an unending flood of orgasms courtesy of the egg vibrator the Britt’s hired muscle forced into me.  As predicted, news and images of Max Carter’s/Hank’s badly beaten face spread as quickly as a prom queen’s legs throughout the underworld.  The bounty to “Break” me was still in place, but not a soul had dared to come to Paris, Kentucky hoping to claim it.  Even the Britt went on radio silence, so to speak.

I’d been repaying Ally’s timely rescue of me with my very best southern hospitality.  Which is to say, after I figured out how to undo her belt buckle, we fucked a lot.  LOL.

So, let me tell you something about fucking Ally Logan.  It’s AMAZING!!!  She is amazing.  She is super proactive.  Like, if she’s licking you and the tingling spreads out to another erogenous zone, she’ll trace her finger right along that path leaving a trail of raised hairs and goosebumps on the way.  But how does she fucking do that??  I’ve had plenty of good sex.  Remember that comment about “quick as a prom queen spreads her legs?”  I WAS the prom queen.  Shit.  I was the prom queen for two different schools at the same time, and I’d never even stepped foot in one of them.  High school was for experimentation and discovery, you know.  

Anyway, back to Ally.  Oh Lord, please back to Ally.  I was always one or two steps behind her.  And that’s not to say that I’m a bad fuck.  No Sir.  Not remotely true.  That first night I totally found the combination to her lock.  Turns out that she can NOT handle the really warm, wet kisses on her neck up high just under her ear while pulling back on her hair so that neck tendon is kind of taught and extra smooth while simultaneously swiping three straight fingers up and in between her pussy folds, holding for a beat, then curling your fingers in while rotating the wrist and exiting back out.  Her moans from that move rattled the mason jars holding the screws on my worktable.  And, YES, I did intend a pun when I mentioned screws.  

“Nails” could have served that purpose too.  Freaking perverts….

Where was I?  Four days and three nights since…  That’s right.  So anyway, we spent a few days getting to know a lot about each other’s bodies.  We talked as well, of course.  We also ate every now and again.  Mostly sandwiches, because those are hard to mess up.  And we also had some fun with my bondage devices.  I have to be transparent on this point, I’m a total bondage slut.  I was begging for Ally to put me in cuffs.  A request she was happy to grant!  Tee Hee!  I took no small amount of pride in showing off my elaborate self-bondage devices, too.  

Here’s a fun fact about Ally Logan.  She is freaking hard to impress.  Like, I have this custom installed shower that’s like a car wash.  It’s the size of small bedroom.  It has multiple rainforest showerheads, body gets, steam jets, water wands, and a tiled bench that runs it’s full length.  I even have steel anchors screwed into the ceiling and floor to use for bondage games that I’ve NEVER gotten to use with a partner before.  This shower is so over-the-top, I had to run all new water lines from the main to get enough water pressure into the house.  Truly.  It’s like a car wash.  Anyway, I led Ally up to it and turned on the lights and I was like “Ta Da!”  And Ally just took my hand and walked me inside and turned on the water without batting an eye.  Not impressed.  All business.  God I love this girl!

However, I could 1,000% tell that she was totally impressed with my self-bondage rig.  She tried to hide it.  Which was super cute because you can tell she doesn’t hide stuff very much.  She’s much more of a “This is how things are.  Deal with it,” kind of person.  Totally Dominant in that way, which is definitely part of why I was falling so hard for her.  I don’t get to submit all that much…

As for the rig again, I would show her how the air compressors turned on the inflatable air mats, and she’d nod and turn her head away like she’d already seen that, but her eyes would stay right there, watching the rope tethers get pulled through the pulley and anchor points as the mat extended.  Ally asked questions…”Now how do you program the timers, Tina?”  But she used a matter-of-fact tone, when I could tell in reality she was hanging on every response.  I was practically bubbly over getting to show off my years-long designer bondage passion project with someone who really appreciated it.  And Ally did!

Before long, we were playing “rope games” around the clock.  And for whatever reason, all of the restraint and power exchange did wonders for stimulating conversation.  We were chatting like schoolgirls having a sleep over rather than a private investigator and a reformed international human trafficking accomplice hiding out from hired assassins.  Oh, our conversations were good and open and even a little healing.  By the way, another fun fact about Ally Logan.  She is one funny bitch!  Right when you look at her, the first thing you notice is the hotness.  But once you get past that, you just kind of feel uncomfortable, like she might shoot you if you say or do something wrong.  Not in the head.  More like somewhere painful, like a kneecap.  Do I ever give off that vibe?  I need to think about that one…  Anyway, once Ally gets relaxed and gets on a roll, she can bust out these jokes that are as dry as James Bond’s martini that will leave you belly laughing on the ground. 

We were like besties in no time at all.  😊

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“Yeah.  That’s the one, Ally.  The DVD in the green case.”  Ally held up what was clearly NOT a green DVD case.

“You mean this one, Sweetie?”  Ally smiled.  Funny bitch.  She probably still thinks she owes me for the fact that I kinda sorta used to work with the human traffickers that kidnapped her and nearly sold her into a life of slavery all those years ago.  I totally apologized for that!  Some folks and their grudges.

“No, that one is just old porn.  Play the green one.”  My clever one-liner earned a chuckle.  Ally picked up the correct DVD.  “You need to see something.  Load it up.”  Ally grinned broadly.  Shit.  I gotta pick my words more carefully around her.  

“Load it up you say?”  Ally sauntered over to where I was dangling from the ceiling in something of a loose hogtie.  “Tell me something knotty girl, where exactly do you think I’d want to LOAD this shiny disk?”  I was trying and failing to suppress an excited smile.

“No.  Listen.  Just.  No.  I’m serious Ally.”  My arms were neatly folded up behind me in a box tie and were completely stuck but my ankles were not tied together.  They were just suspended, pulled up behind me, causing a little bit of a back arch.  I made a pitiful “running” motion with my legs that of course didn’t help my situation remotely.  Ally grabbed the bundle of ropes tethering my shoulder harness to the ceiling and held me still.

“From the shape of it, AND the size of it…”  Ally mocked an examination of my naked body... “I’d say we could load this over here.”  She teased me, scratching the hard edge of the DVD from my stomach down between my legs.

“I’m not kidding.  Jesus.  Stop it, Ally.  Just….mmmm….Stop it.”  Ally was giggling and flicking my stupid horny clit with the plastic.  I gasped and my eyes fluttered despite my irritation.

“I’m just doing what you asked, Tina.  You wanted to show me something, and you ARE showing me something.”  My moistness was now dripping enough to collect between my lips.  Ally caught a droplet on the DVD.

“Let me down.  Ally.  Enough, please.”  Ally spun the DVD in her fingers and let the small bead run around its surface, coating it.

“Shiny now, right?  And lubricated too!”  Ally still wanted to play, and so did I, but we’d run out of playtime.  My instinctiveearly warning indicator lights were ringing in my head.

“Ally, fucking let me go! Now!” I jerked and squirmed hard enough to make the tethers all jump and snap, even as Ally held the main bundle of ropes suspending me.  

“Fine.  OK.  Sorry.”  Ally looked part stunned and part hurt from me snapping at her.  “I didn’t know.  We’ve been playing like this.  I thought you were still playing.”  Ally let my feet down one at a time.  I stood up and she went to work untying my wrists and arms.

“No.  It’s good.  I flipped kind of sudden.  It’s just that I think we have a problem.”  I felt Ally’s working more quickly.  She could shift gears fast too.  It was back to business.

“Gotcha.  There you go.”  I was untied.  I started putting on my clothes.  Ally didn’t make any cute jokes like she usually does when I pack up ‘my goodies.’  “I guess the problem is on here?”Ally held up the DVD.

“Yes.  This DVD is Lizzy.  And Lizzy is the problem.”  We sat together on the couch and pressed play on the DVD player.

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“There is no way that was real speed.  That has to be sped up.” Ally insisted.  We were watching a small but athletic figure weaving through a group of five muscular men, nailing them all with a blistering array of strikes and kicks, incapacitating them each to varying degrees.  

“No.  @LizzyTzee is really THAT fast.”  As if on cue, Lizzy moved like a blur, leaping straight up, elevating his hips to the eye level of the last goon he was facing.  Just as he hit the peak height of his jump, one leg cocked in as the other leg shot out in a wide circle, his foot connecting with his opponent’s jaw.  And then, somehow, before Lizzy started to descend, he rotated his hips 180 degrees, and the cocked leg shot straight out in another kick to his sternum.  Both Ally and my jaw’s cropped as the man crumpled like a broken folding table.

“That guy was like a bear.”  Ally observed.

“A fucking grizzly bear.”  I added.  Ally swallowed.

“And that’s who you think is coming?”  I opened a drawer and retrieved a folder.

“Yeah.  Lizzy is coming.  Soon, too.”  Ally was fidgeting with her gear.  She doesn’t fidget.  Lizzy had her nervous.  I was worse than nervous, but then again, Lizzy had already kicked my ass a couple of times.  And I’m basically resolved to another few, much more extensive ass kicking before this is over.  But that’s my problem, not Ally’s.  I need her on a different mission.  One much more suited for the best private investigator I’d ever heard of.  “Soon, but not right now.  Hey, I was going to show you this arm binder that the Sheik of Algebra or somewhere in the Middle East kept me tied up with for a full week.  Check this thing out.”

“Algebra.”  Ally smirked.  “Are schools in Kentucky really that bad?”  Calm and collected Ally was back!  We’re both pretty tough chicks.  Maybe this stupid plan of mine will work out after all.

“Bet you can’t get out of it without help!  Come on then.  Turn around…”

TO BE CONTINUED……