"Goodness Donna, take a deep breath and calm down."

"I can't help it Tonya. I'm so excited." The blonde woman smiled sheepishly. "But I'll try."

The black haired woman smiled back, touching her lover's face with her fingers. "You better. We've been looking forward to this day since we met. Let's not spoil it by being in a hurry and letting something go wrong."

"No," agreed Donna, her eyes shinning. "We want it to be perfect."

"It will be. Now, lets get you dressed and ready."

The two women were nude. They had woken that morning and made love once and then again. They had just stepped from the shower and dried each other off. They were a contrast. Tonya was fair skinned with dark hair and eyes while Donna was blonde with darker skin tones. Tonya was a couple inches shorter than her girlfriend's 5'7" height and about 5 pounds lighter. Donna was longer in the legs and a bit more slender while Tonya had fuller curves than her lover.

Donna was still rushing around. Finally, rolling her eyes, Tonya caught her in her arms for a long deep kiss that lasted until the taller girl was panting.

"Now, lets get you dressed."

Donna scampered to her dresser and pulled out a pair of black sheer pantyhose. Tonya looked on with approval and with an increasing feeling of anticipation and desire as her girlfriend drew the fine nylon over her legs and lower body. Kneeling, Tonya smoothed the material out. Giving a little smile she kissed Donna between her legs before standing up.

"Are you sure about no heels?' inquired Donna. "My strappie sandals perhaps?"

"No darling, just your stocking feet. And this of course." Tonya held out the short lacey black nightie.

Donna donned it. Almost transparent it did nothing to hide her breasts, especially the hardened nipples standing out through the lace.

"You're wearing heels," complained the taller girl.

Tonya had donned sheer nude pantyhose and a pair of short heels. She smiled. "But I'm shorter than you Donna and want to be at your same height."

"Okay," Donna smiled. She never could resist her lover in anything. Hand in hand they walked to the room they had set up. A very large, padded four corner stool stood under the white rope that was tied to a stout hook securely fastened to the ceiling. A noose already formed. The two woman stepped up on to the stool and caught the rope.

Donna could barely reach the noose after they had loosened it. Once it had been tightened around her neck she was forced to stand on her very tiptoes. Tonya drew a deep breath as she admired the way that Donna's legs looked stretched out, the muscles flexed as she swayed slightly on her toes. Unable to resist, she once again ran her hands over the taut limbs and the firm clenched ass.

"Are you going to tie my ankles or just fondle me all day," giggled Donna, albeit in a slightly higher pitched voice than usual. Tonya realized in addition to her girlfriend's excitement, the tight noose was already cutting off some of her air.

The black haired woman wrapped a leather strap around the other girls' ankles and pulled it tight. She paused one more minute to delicately run her fingertips over Donna's toes and caress the underside of her feet. The girl in the noose gasped again and bounced on those toes.

"Oh my god I want to right NOW," moaned Donna.

"Not yet," cautioned Tonya. "Almost though." She climbed behind her lover and fastened a plastic strip around the wrists waiting there for her. The she moved close to the precariously balance body in front of her.

Standing pressed behind her, Tonya could feel the excitement radiating from her lover.

"Oh Tonya," whispered Donna. "I am so turned on."