Enslaved by My Bestie

***April 28th, 2017 18:13***

Clara nervously got out of her car, took her bag from the passenger seat, and locked the car. To say she was nervous would be the understatement of the century. She was about to walk into a situation she didn't really know she wanted to walk into. But she had no choice. Well, she did - she could just walk away. But she knew that, in the spirit of a bet, she had to.

In the past, Clara had always had a bit of a problem with gambling. Since she was old enough to buy her first lottery ticket, she had enjoyed going out and having a little flutter here and there - a bet on who was going to win a particular football match, a few quid for a game of pool, occasionally using fake ID to get into the local bookies and play on the slot machines. She wasn't an addict, by any stretch, but she was still doing it way more often than she should. It was the anticipation and the thrill of winning that she was looking for, way more than the money. What was more, her judgement wasn't so good. Very rarely would her bets win. And she was terrible at cards, so she couldn't win at that either.

It was her love of gambling that had led her to now. She had lost two very big bets. And it was time to pay the collector.

The person she was here to see, was her best friend, Hannah. The two had known each other since Sixth Form, as they had gone to college together. And they had ended up going to universities in London, so seeing each other was quite easy during that time. On a normal day, they were thick as thieves - always on the lookout for a pop up rave or a good club that few people knew about. Or they were just chilling at home together, out at the pub or (back in the day, at least) studying in the library. But this was not a normal day.

Where Clara's vice was gambling, Hannah's was sex. She was a complete nymphomaniac - every time they went out, she hooked up with someone. Gender didn't matter, nor did looks, age or personality. She just wanted to get with whomever took her fancy. For the most part, Clara had not had a problem with it. And the same was true with her gambling. In fact, they had a rule - if Clara got lucky, Hannah would be the first person she took out to celebrate. If Hannah got lucky, she kept out of Clara's way, rather than vice versa.

However, there was one thing that Hannah did that put Clara out a little. Hannah liked to dabble in BDSM - she was a member of her local community, went to munches and attended local kink events. Most of her friends besides Clara were kinky as well - Clara had met them a few times, and actually made a few of her own through her. But Hannah had several times suggested that she experimented with it herself - and had, on more than one occasion, tried to persuade her to come over and have some fun with her. Whenever this happened, Hannah had nervously laughed and made a sarcastic comment. She didn't let it show, but the suggestions made her somewhat awkward. She didn't know why. They had always been open about their sexuality over the years, and Hannah had told Clara some of the things she had done in the past, and Clara had genuinely enjoyed hearing about it. So why it made her feel awkward or nervous was confusing to her.

Why was she here? Well, one day, about a year ago, their mutual vices - Clara's gambling and Hannah's nymphomania - had collided.

June 23rd, 2016 was referendum day. After years of debate, the United Kingdom had been about to vote on whether they would leave or remain in the European Union. Clara and Hannah didn't have much interest in the debate itself, because neither had very strong views on the issue, but they had been having a disagreement on what the final outcome would be. Clara was fairly certain that the result would be to Remain, since the polls all pointed that way, and everything she had seen in the press had suggested it. Hannah, however, firmly believed it wasn't as cut and dry as that, that the polls were not necessarily correct - they had failed to predict the outcome of the 2015 General Election the previous year, so there was no guarantee they would be accurate now.

Eventually, it got to the point where Clara decided that the only way to settle the debate was a wager. She had offered some pretty hefty odds - if the result was Remain, Hannah had to give up sex for a month. Hannah had offered up her own bid - if Leave won, Clara had to give up gambling for a month. And, to raise the stakes, she also had to take her up on her offer, and become her sex slave for a full 24 hours. Cocky as always, and completely certain of her chances of success, Clara had taken that bet.

We all know how things panned out after that.

Hannah had been ecstatic. Clara, not so much. It was her own stupid fault, for having taken that bet. But now she had locked herself into a wager that was a bit beyond what she would normally have done. Despite Hannah's reassurances that everything they did on the night would be sensual, and that she would probably come to enjoy it, Clara's nerves wouldn't let up. Hannah had also graciously given her the option of picking a date to do it, provided she set it for within a year - after that, Hannah would choose the date. But Clara kept putting it off. Hannah never pressured her, and never brought it up except once every now and then, when they directly talked about it and what would happen in it.

This was one of the things Clara liked about Hannah - she was very mature in the way she handled things, even if they were merely youthful follies.

That said, Clara knew that she should've just cut her losses, chosen the day and bitten the bullet. But, being the fool that she was, she had tried to bet her way out of it.

On November 8th 2016, the day of the US Presidential Election, she and Hannah had had the same debate. Clara was sure that it would be a Clinton victory, and Hannah had suggested that the polls would be wrong again. Clara had offered her another wager - double or quits. If Clinton won, Clara would be off the hook with her day of sexual slavery. If Trump won, she would have to make it 48 hours. Hannah had accepted.

So now she had to do 48 hours.

After an entire year of major political upsets and high-profile celebrity deaths, everyone was so tired of everything and just wanted the year to end. This included Clara. But in the New Year, she had been determined to learn the lessons from her mistakes. She had given up on gambling, and it had stuck. She hadn't made a single bet, bought a single lottery ticket or scratchcard, or played on a single slot machine in four months. And she had no intention of doing so again.

Eventually, though, April had arrived. The deadline for her right to decide was approaching. Clara knew that she was going to have to face the inevitable. So she had spoken to Hannah and told her that she was ready to pay off her debt. They had scheduled the last weekend of the month. Clara would arrive at Hannah's house on Friday evening, after work. She would stay with her until Sunday evening. This would be a very opportune time for them to do it, since Hannah had only just moved in to her new flat. During her student days, she had lived with other housemates, and this was the first time in her life that she was living alone. The privacy would suit her perfectly.

And during those 48 hours, she would be Hannah's slavegirl. She would do whatever she was asked to do, wear whatever she was told to wear, and allow Hannah to do whatever she wanted to her body, including fucking her.

Which brings us up to now, on that very Friday, with Clara getting out of her car and approaching Hannah's door, about to face an entire weekend engaging in sexual activity with her best friend.

Gathering up all her strength, and taking a deep breath, Clara pressed the buzzer, identified herself and made her way up to the Hannah's flat.

***April 28th, 18:16***

The door flew open, and Hannah stood there, a huge beam on her face. Without a word, both girls just threw their arms around each other and embraced. Even despite the circumstances, they were still best friends, and their every reunion was something they looked forward to.

As they gently rocked in each other's arms, Hannah babbled excitedly.

"It's so good to see you! I feel like it's been ages!"

"I know!" Clara looked over her shoulder. "In the time it's been, you've even moved into your own place."

"Oh yes, you haven't been here, have you?" Hannah released her friend and led her inside. "You want the tour?"

"Do you even need to ask?"

With that, Hannah immediately led her through the house, visiting each room one by one. First, the kitchen, then the living and TV room, which was furnished with a new couch, armchair and the familiar bean bag that Clara had bought for her five years earlier. One step up from being a student, right?

"Finally, my bedroom!" she led her into the final room of the house. "The bed is new - cost me a fortune - but very comfortable. Plenty of cupboard space as well. And the ensuite is through there. That's the only bathroom in the flat, sadly, so you'll have to use it if you need to go at some point."

"That's fine! We've shared bathrooms before!"

"I know! This'll be like those sleepovers we did at university, back when we were too tired to go out and just wanted to stay in with a movie!"

"Do you remember that night when there was nothing to watch, so we just decided to watch porn in your room the whole night. And your flatmates caught us?"

"Oh my God, I forgot about that. Well, I tried to, anyway."

"I still cringe at the thought of it!"

They both giggled. But the mention of porn had brought them right to the topic of sex, and it was time for them to finally acknowledge the elephant in the room.

"So, I... um..." suddenly Clara's nerves came out. She stuttered through her sentence. "I guess I'm... I'm all yours for the rest of the weekend. How shall we...?"

"Shhh," Hannah whispered, softly, putting a finger to Clara's lips. Her smile returned - it was warm and disarming. "You don't have to worry about anything. You're nervous, and you're new to this. You just let me lead."

"Okay," Clara whispered. Her voice had become quite bashful and her cheeks reddened.

Hannah stepped forward and encircled her in a warm hug. She held her friend in her arms and stroked her hair, rocking back and forth on her feet. "This evening is going to be so special. Not just for you, but for our friendship. I have everything worked out in my head. I'll ease you into everything, at the right pace. And you will feel nothing but absolute pleasure. I promise."

This speech, and her embrace, made Clara feel a lot better. She suddenly realised something. She wasn't doing this with a complete stranger or someone she barely knew. She was doing this with her best friend. Someone she cared about, trusted and loved unconditionally. Someone who knew what she was doing. She didn't need to be so worried after all.

Hannah disengaged her from the hug and held her at arm's length, just looking into her eyes.

"Let's start with something easy. Let's start with getting you into your, eh, "uniform" for the weekend."

"Uniform?" Clara echoed.

Opening one of the drawers in her cupboard, Hannah removed a skimpy, pink top and a matching pair of rose-pink panties that were plain cotton, and which had little white polka dots.

"Yes. You are at your most attractive to me when you get out of bed - when you're wearing only your panties and shirt. Your lovely long legs and fabulous arse are my favourite things about you. A tighter top that shows off your breasts more, and you're perfect! So for this weekend, you will wear only this top and these panties."

Clara meekly nodded. She was blushing furiously at this - her best friend was now forensically describing her attractiveness in a sexual context. It was so good to hear. And yet it embarrassed her a little. Although, to be honest, that described a compliment down to a T.

She accepted the top, but then looked a little unsure as Hannah continued standing there.

"I want to watch you get undressed," she said.

Now under her friend's gaze, Clara nervously slipped the smart work shirt she had worn all day over her head, and put it on the table. Then, slowly and awkwardly, she slipped off the red lace bra she was wearing. Hannah was watching intently as her boobs bounced around, finally free to hang out as nature intended.

Clara went to put the shirt on, but Hannah stopped her, and motioned for her to keep undressing. She wanted to see her completely naked, first. So Clara nervously slipped off her skirt and tights, standing there in only the red lace panties she had worn to match the bra. Finally, she slipped those off too, revealing her pink, neatly shaven pussy, and stood before her friend completely naked. Hannah spent the next minute walking around her, marvelling at her long legs, the curve of her ass, and the size of her boobs. But she didn't touch her, yet. That would come later.

Eventually, Hannah allowed her to put her uniform on. Clara slipped the top over her head, and struggled to get it down her torso. Her boobs were large and pendulous - definitely bigger than Hannah's, which were quite small, and took up most of the space in the top, which meant it didn't even get as far down as her belly button. Plus, her boobs stood out quite a lot now. Then she put the panties on, covering her most intimate areas up again, for the time being at least.

Hannah's eyes were like saucers as she continued looking at her friend. With her long, rather pale legs, curves and bum, combined with her pendulous breasts, Clara looked perfect. Exactly as she had imagined. And her meek, timid and bashful demeanour as she stood before her like this was very fitting for the role she was playing.

"Hold on a second," Hannah said. She stepped forward, and carefully undid Clara's bun. Her long, shimmering blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders, which made Hannah smile.

"Perfect," she breathed. She took Clara's head in her hands and lifted her face, so that they were once again looking into each other's eyes.

"Okay, sweetheart, you're halfway there. I'm going to test your boundaries just a little bit, and see how you react. But before I do, I need to ask you something. To be clear, I want you to communicate with me as much as possible throughout this weekend. Just so that I don't accidentally do something bad or to overstep the mark. And I want you to be honest with me at all times." She held her hands. "Clara, are you okay?"

Clara meekly nodded.

"Say it verbally. I don't want you being all quiet with me."

"I'm... I'm okay, Hannah."

"Keep talking. You say you're okay, but your voice suggested otherwise. Be honest and direct with me. Are you okay?"

"I'm just really nervous," Clara admitted. "This is all a bit... well..."

"Overwhelming?"

"I was going to say new. And yes, it is a bit overwhelming."

"Do you want to carry on?"

Clara was silent for a moment. Then she nodded her head.

"Yes. I do."

"Good," Hannah leaned over and gave her another hug. "Listen. I'm going to put handcuffs on you, now. Just to help you get used to being restrained and vulnerable. Will that be okay?"

Clara nodded. Hannah reached back into the drawer, and brought out a set of handcuffs - the kind used by police. Clara turned around and put her arms behind her back, allowing Hannah to cuff them together, behind her back. She was now restrained, though only lightly.

Once she was done, Hannah addressed Clara once more.

"Oh, one final thing..." she stroked her hair. "Don't feel like you have to be formal and call me "Hannah." Just call me "Han," like you do normally. Remember, we're still best friends."

Clara nodded. "Yes, Han."

"Great..." Hannah leaned forward and tenderly kissed her on the cheek. Then she took her by the arm and dragged her to the TV room. "I absolutely have to show you the TV!

She pushed Clara into the beanbag, which she had placed at the foot of the couch. Then she sat down behind her, putting her head back, and turned the TV on. As they flicked through the channels and marvelled at the TV's features and amazing display, Hannah began to stroke Clara's hair and massage her head. She wanted to make sure that she was never, at any point, in doubt that she was in a safe place, and that she would get only love from her.

Clara felt herself relax, and slowly began to melt under Hannah's skilled fingers. They eventually stopped the episode on Comedy Central, where a marathon of Friends reruns was playing. Both girls loved that show, so they settled down to watch.

That was how they spent the next couple of hours, just watching TV while Hannah relaxed her bound friend. At some point, Hannah ordered pizza, collected it when it arrived and brought it back up. She released Clara's hands so that she could eat, and they had a nice dinner of pizza and more Friends.

Once they had eaten, Hannah handcuffed Clara again, but instead of sitting her down in the beanbag, she invited her to come and join her on the couch. Clara gladly obliged, sat herself down next to Hannah, and was immediately pulled over so that Hannah could have her snuggled close, an arm around her and her head tucked into the gap between her shoulder and neck.

It was during the episode "The One in Vegas" that it happened.

Both Clara and Hannah particularly loved the scenes of Ross and Rachel trying to embarrass each other on a flight to Las Vegas at the end of Season 5, and every time one of those scenes came up, they would giggle. Then they would laugh hysterically as the scene played out. And towards the end of the episode, during the segment Ross smiles malevolently at the sleeping Rachel whilst holding his permanent marker pen, both Clara and Hannah exchanged glances of excitement as they anticipated what was coming. But when they did so, their lips came within inches of touching.

Without really knowing why, Clara moved her face the remaining couple of inches, and before she even realised what was happening, she was gently kissing Hannah.

Hannah didn't miss a beat. She put a hand behind Clara's head and another on her cheek, and began to vigorously snog her, her tongue pushing right through into Clara's mouth, seeking a play partner.

To her own surprise, the kiss awakened Clara a little. She pushed back against Hannah's mouth and kissed her with the same vigour and intensity, almost as if she was trying to out-do her. This was not a fight she was going to win, though - Hannah put both hands on her shoulders and forced her onto her back. With her hands cuffed behind her back, Clara could not put up much of a fight. Hannah immediately clambered on top of her, pinning her down with her body weight, and began kissing her even harder. She was a very messy kisser; her tongue invaded not just Clara's mouth, but also her neck, the circle around her lips, her nose and her cheeks. She also used her thumbs to apply pressure to Clara's chin, forcing her mouth open for better access. Feeling overpowered, Clara quickly submitted her tongue for its bath.

Eventually, Hannah drew back, and stared down at Clara. The look on her face was very different from anything she had ever seen before. It was a look of hunger.

"It's time," she said.

She got up off Clara and helped her to her feet. As she was led to the bedroom, Clara something strange happening to her body - something was definitely going on between her legs. Her thighs were beginning to feel slippery with moisture. She was getting turned on.

Once in the bedroom, Hannah removed her handcuffs. She grabbed the skimpy pink top that Clara was wearing and pulled it over her head in one go. Then she reached into the bedside table and removed some ropes.

Clara was made to lie down on the bed, and Hannah perched herself on her stomach, taking the first set of ropes and tying her wrists to the bedpost. By the time she was finished, Clara's hands were secured firmly on either side of her head.