Re: Dressed at my best (Part 40 added) (F-self, F/F, M/F...)
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2020 7:37 pm
“Good evening! Ready for some fun?” I asked a trembling Sophia the following day as I let her into my dorm room. When I got home yesterday night, she had texted me once more, thanking me, and today we had lab together all day. Her smile, eagerness to do all the stupid, dull tasks and nerves told me I had definitely done her a huge favor. She had confirmed this feeling when we hung our lab coats on the rack.
“Kat, eh, this is weird, but yesterday was astonishing, and, eh, I need to thank you again.”
“It was nothing,” I had grinned, recalling my fear when my secret was uncovered. “It’s okay, no need to continue thanking me.”
Sophia had gazed around, spotting no-one in the desolated hallways and taken a deep breath. “Kat, it was odd but genuinely one of the best nights I had in college. Is it, eh, possible, to redo that? Only us two.”
I had suggested this afternoon, but her training made this impracticable, but tonight was possible. Autumn was visiting Lauren and Robert after I subtly texted her: “Hey, mind if I tie my lab partner up in our room tonight?” So now at nine, Sophia sat on Autumn’s office chair. My little hobby had made communicating and asking for the room for private use much more straightforward.
“You want a drink or anything, or shall we start?” I asked Sophia, lifting my blanket to reveal the equipment I had selected. Twenty or so ropes, white, black, and red ones, a few scarves, and tape in various colors.
“Let’s begin,” she answered, blown away by the mere fraction of my collection. The rest, hidden under the beds, I did not dare to display. “So, what’s your plan? What should I do?”
“It’s your party,” I laughed, sitting down on the edge of my bed. “What do you fancy? Spread-eagle, hogtie, chair-tie, or something like yesterday?”
Sophia’s green eyes lit up and twinkled, as I listed the jargon casually. “Eh, chair-tie? On that wooden chair, if that’s allowed.”
I laughed, dragged the chair to the center of the room, facing the standing mirror. “Your throne is set, you want to wear jeans and shoes or borrow some sweatpants?”
I saw Sophia’s gaze and rightly guessed her backpack clasped in her arms contained a surprise. I sent her to the bathroom, restating I would not judge. Reluctantly, she locked herself in, got dressed-up, and displayed herself with quivering legs and arms. A generous smile appeared on my face, seeing a beautiful dark blue short-sleeved leotard. An old one for tournaments, she would explain later.
“Is this okay, or too bizarre?” she stumbled, trying to stand still and allowing me to inspect her petite, slender, but sturdy body.
“Nah, it’s perfect and reasonable. You feel the freest and most agile in this, so being restricted in might enhance that emotion. Brains are weird. Sit down as you please, legs and hands were you want them.”
Sophia complied and seated herself upright on the chair. She placed her ankles against the chair legs, spreading her legs were wide-open. I noted her heels hovered two inches above the floor and started binding her with short white ropes to the chair. Five windings and two cinches around each ankle and below her knees. She disliked ties with scarves, so I fastened her hips with black rope, not crossing it on her skin.
“Tight around my chest, please,” she beamed, and I winded the next black rope below and above her breasts as she instructed. I could only obey as Sophia gained the courage to express her deepest desires and define her vision.
With more white rope, I tied flogging cuffs around her wrists and led her arms behind her back. The ropes went around the outer chair legs, under the seat, between the other sides, toward her feet. The tightness pulled her feet outward and prevented her from reaching the other wrist knot. I offered to join her crossed wrists, almost near her elbows as her flexibility allowed this, but she declined. She liked brushing them against each other and argued: “Some useless movement makes me only more helpless.”
I, of course, supported this, fetching some scarves from my bed. “A gag, blindfold, or earphones, Sophia?”
“Can I get the combi-package?” she laughed, checking herself out in the mirror. “Those black scarves look amazing. Push one in my mouth, cleave-gag me with another and blindfold me with a third. Oh, and take photos when you’re finished.”
When I inquired how long she craved to be secured, Sophia said to start with half an hour, followed by ten minutes of teasing. Then I gagged her, blindfolded her, put Autumn’s headset playing white noise on her head, and photographed the powerless girl. All directions and a few close-ups. I sorted them, texted the best twenty to her, and deleted them off my own phone. I fired up my laptop to begin writing today’s lab report but got limited work done. It was due next week, and Sophia’s gag-mumbling and cute, vain struggling distracted me. She called my name a few times, I thought, but I gave no response as shaking her head was our safety gesture.
As my timer flashed up my laptop screen, I silently rose, tiptoed to the kitchen, and started gathering toys. A fork, a toothbrush Autumn had bought for this purpose, ice cubes, a spray bottle with water, a whisk, and a basting brush. I weighed for a second how to start as I would startle her and so formed the biggest shock.
Then I sneaked behind her with one ice cube in my hand, plunged it in the leotard, and waited for a reaction. As expected, she fought her bonds, calmed down, and clutched the cube with her hands. Futile, as it was stuck in her leotard, she lacked grip, and I twisted her fingers away, letting her scream in her gag. I smiled, having trouble not to giggle, added another ice cube, and played for a few minutes with Sophia’s struggling hands, liking her gag squealing. No way my neighbors would overhear us.
I crept to my torture tools on the kitchen counter and picked the fork, basking brush, and whisk. Sophia’s skin was bare and unprotected, save for her romp, and every time I hit her skin, her body reacted on the jumpscare. The irregular timings, shifting areas of her body, and changing feelings excited her and raised her alertness. Then I fooled around with the spray bottle before attacking her with my fingers, tickling her. Like many, her neck, sides, and feet were sensitive. With the toothbrush, I made her feet squirm until she almost knocked down her chair.
Then I concluded it was enough. Sophia’s ten wild minutes were over. I removed her headphones and gag, permitting her to pant and take the initiative to speak.
“Kat, holy cow, that was amazing,” Sophia puffed after a minute. “I fiddled around with ropes myself but nothing like this. So terrifying, so scary, yet so enjoyable. I can’t thank you enough, but when will you loosen me?”
“It’s no big deal, Soph, and I’m glad my teasing wasn’t too cruel. Eager to be untied?”
“Not yet, but remove the blindfold and retie my wrists crossed behind me. My feet hurt. It’ll be ages before I can redo this,” Sophia answered, and I obliged, rolling Autumn’s office chair next to her and gave her a swift, clumsy hug. I had imagined surprising her by wearing a leotard myself but ruled against it. Too weird.
“Kat, I felt so stressed lately, balancing sports and my academics for scholarships. Even worrying in my spare time and never relaxing. The sheer weakness you created let me unwind. Strange, isn’t it? I tried achieving this myself but failed.”
I chuckled, reflecting on my own past, and narrated how I started tying myself up after school at home. Sophia’s smile spoke volumes as I described how Autumn discovered me two months ago, not naming the hot-pink leotard. I revealed how we nowadays restrain each other on an almost daily basis but omitted the peculiar clothing I adore. I even told the hiking weekend had been full of bondage. She knew Julian and had seen Autumn a couple of times, but I could trust her, my guts said, and I had to soothe her. She was not alone.
I helped her drink a glass of water while listening to her life-story. Unexpectedly, her parents pushed her, but she cherished gymnastics, loved winning, and was a perfectionist. Only also performance anxiety. Much was on the line: her career, her future, and odds to earn millions of dollars. If she failed, she only would have her studies to fall back on, and “I don’t want to be a middle school PE teacher in fifteen years.” We talked for hours, forgetting the time. About college life, classes, et cetera, but much more earnest and open than yesterday, expressing our dreams, fears, and hopes. My shy lab partner was, like all, much more complex and intriguing than I recognized. As we bonded, we became more than lab partners.
Yet, I blundered, losing track of time, not checking my phone, and holding Sophia tied up. I shared this room, and Autumn walked in around midnight. As expected, she was startled, gawking Sophia right in the eyes from the doorstep. But her experience with finding girls tied up accidentally in leotards in her room told her to shut the door and produce no drama.
“Good evening, Kat, care if I grab my headphones? Ignore me.”
I nodded and grinned, blessing her for this response, but Sophia requested me to free her. Autumn had problems staring away, as I understood this and complied. I offered Sophia to shower and change in our bathroom, but she refused. Her dorm room was nearby, and the leotard and rope marks could effortlessly be concealed. Her jeans, a shirt, a hoodie, and a long coat hid everything, and the red lines would be gone by tomorrow. She praised me one more time as I let her out, assuring me she would start tomorrow on the report. I rejected this.
“So, Katherine, you tied her up all night? Horrible rope marks. Her hips and legs were strained. She was soaked in sweat. Not cool. Brush your teeth, hit the toilet, and strip yourself. You’re in for a punishment night. Spread-eagled, facing downward in that black zentai of yours. Nothing less than you deserve.”
I glanced at my roommate. I had one choice: obey. Autumn had no authority or power over any consequences and did not bother requesting my opinion, but I complied. It was bedtime anyway, and in the past, she had used bandanna cuffs to leave no rope marks. And besides, I had not been tied up for two days.
“Kat, eh, this is weird, but yesterday was astonishing, and, eh, I need to thank you again.”
“It was nothing,” I had grinned, recalling my fear when my secret was uncovered. “It’s okay, no need to continue thanking me.”
Sophia had gazed around, spotting no-one in the desolated hallways and taken a deep breath. “Kat, it was odd but genuinely one of the best nights I had in college. Is it, eh, possible, to redo that? Only us two.”
I had suggested this afternoon, but her training made this impracticable, but tonight was possible. Autumn was visiting Lauren and Robert after I subtly texted her: “Hey, mind if I tie my lab partner up in our room tonight?” So now at nine, Sophia sat on Autumn’s office chair. My little hobby had made communicating and asking for the room for private use much more straightforward.
“You want a drink or anything, or shall we start?” I asked Sophia, lifting my blanket to reveal the equipment I had selected. Twenty or so ropes, white, black, and red ones, a few scarves, and tape in various colors.
“Let’s begin,” she answered, blown away by the mere fraction of my collection. The rest, hidden under the beds, I did not dare to display. “So, what’s your plan? What should I do?”
“It’s your party,” I laughed, sitting down on the edge of my bed. “What do you fancy? Spread-eagle, hogtie, chair-tie, or something like yesterday?”
Sophia’s green eyes lit up and twinkled, as I listed the jargon casually. “Eh, chair-tie? On that wooden chair, if that’s allowed.”
I laughed, dragged the chair to the center of the room, facing the standing mirror. “Your throne is set, you want to wear jeans and shoes or borrow some sweatpants?”
I saw Sophia’s gaze and rightly guessed her backpack clasped in her arms contained a surprise. I sent her to the bathroom, restating I would not judge. Reluctantly, she locked herself in, got dressed-up, and displayed herself with quivering legs and arms. A generous smile appeared on my face, seeing a beautiful dark blue short-sleeved leotard. An old one for tournaments, she would explain later.
“Is this okay, or too bizarre?” she stumbled, trying to stand still and allowing me to inspect her petite, slender, but sturdy body.
“Nah, it’s perfect and reasonable. You feel the freest and most agile in this, so being restricted in might enhance that emotion. Brains are weird. Sit down as you please, legs and hands were you want them.”
Sophia complied and seated herself upright on the chair. She placed her ankles against the chair legs, spreading her legs were wide-open. I noted her heels hovered two inches above the floor and started binding her with short white ropes to the chair. Five windings and two cinches around each ankle and below her knees. She disliked ties with scarves, so I fastened her hips with black rope, not crossing it on her skin.
“Tight around my chest, please,” she beamed, and I winded the next black rope below and above her breasts as she instructed. I could only obey as Sophia gained the courage to express her deepest desires and define her vision.
With more white rope, I tied flogging cuffs around her wrists and led her arms behind her back. The ropes went around the outer chair legs, under the seat, between the other sides, toward her feet. The tightness pulled her feet outward and prevented her from reaching the other wrist knot. I offered to join her crossed wrists, almost near her elbows as her flexibility allowed this, but she declined. She liked brushing them against each other and argued: “Some useless movement makes me only more helpless.”
I, of course, supported this, fetching some scarves from my bed. “A gag, blindfold, or earphones, Sophia?”
“Can I get the combi-package?” she laughed, checking herself out in the mirror. “Those black scarves look amazing. Push one in my mouth, cleave-gag me with another and blindfold me with a third. Oh, and take photos when you’re finished.”
When I inquired how long she craved to be secured, Sophia said to start with half an hour, followed by ten minutes of teasing. Then I gagged her, blindfolded her, put Autumn’s headset playing white noise on her head, and photographed the powerless girl. All directions and a few close-ups. I sorted them, texted the best twenty to her, and deleted them off my own phone. I fired up my laptop to begin writing today’s lab report but got limited work done. It was due next week, and Sophia’s gag-mumbling and cute, vain struggling distracted me. She called my name a few times, I thought, but I gave no response as shaking her head was our safety gesture.
As my timer flashed up my laptop screen, I silently rose, tiptoed to the kitchen, and started gathering toys. A fork, a toothbrush Autumn had bought for this purpose, ice cubes, a spray bottle with water, a whisk, and a basting brush. I weighed for a second how to start as I would startle her and so formed the biggest shock.
Then I sneaked behind her with one ice cube in my hand, plunged it in the leotard, and waited for a reaction. As expected, she fought her bonds, calmed down, and clutched the cube with her hands. Futile, as it was stuck in her leotard, she lacked grip, and I twisted her fingers away, letting her scream in her gag. I smiled, having trouble not to giggle, added another ice cube, and played for a few minutes with Sophia’s struggling hands, liking her gag squealing. No way my neighbors would overhear us.
I crept to my torture tools on the kitchen counter and picked the fork, basking brush, and whisk. Sophia’s skin was bare and unprotected, save for her romp, and every time I hit her skin, her body reacted on the jumpscare. The irregular timings, shifting areas of her body, and changing feelings excited her and raised her alertness. Then I fooled around with the spray bottle before attacking her with my fingers, tickling her. Like many, her neck, sides, and feet were sensitive. With the toothbrush, I made her feet squirm until she almost knocked down her chair.
Then I concluded it was enough. Sophia’s ten wild minutes were over. I removed her headphones and gag, permitting her to pant and take the initiative to speak.
“Kat, holy cow, that was amazing,” Sophia puffed after a minute. “I fiddled around with ropes myself but nothing like this. So terrifying, so scary, yet so enjoyable. I can’t thank you enough, but when will you loosen me?”
“It’s no big deal, Soph, and I’m glad my teasing wasn’t too cruel. Eager to be untied?”
“Not yet, but remove the blindfold and retie my wrists crossed behind me. My feet hurt. It’ll be ages before I can redo this,” Sophia answered, and I obliged, rolling Autumn’s office chair next to her and gave her a swift, clumsy hug. I had imagined surprising her by wearing a leotard myself but ruled against it. Too weird.
“Kat, I felt so stressed lately, balancing sports and my academics for scholarships. Even worrying in my spare time and never relaxing. The sheer weakness you created let me unwind. Strange, isn’t it? I tried achieving this myself but failed.”
I chuckled, reflecting on my own past, and narrated how I started tying myself up after school at home. Sophia’s smile spoke volumes as I described how Autumn discovered me two months ago, not naming the hot-pink leotard. I revealed how we nowadays restrain each other on an almost daily basis but omitted the peculiar clothing I adore. I even told the hiking weekend had been full of bondage. She knew Julian and had seen Autumn a couple of times, but I could trust her, my guts said, and I had to soothe her. She was not alone.
I helped her drink a glass of water while listening to her life-story. Unexpectedly, her parents pushed her, but she cherished gymnastics, loved winning, and was a perfectionist. Only also performance anxiety. Much was on the line: her career, her future, and odds to earn millions of dollars. If she failed, she only would have her studies to fall back on, and “I don’t want to be a middle school PE teacher in fifteen years.” We talked for hours, forgetting the time. About college life, classes, et cetera, but much more earnest and open than yesterday, expressing our dreams, fears, and hopes. My shy lab partner was, like all, much more complex and intriguing than I recognized. As we bonded, we became more than lab partners.
Yet, I blundered, losing track of time, not checking my phone, and holding Sophia tied up. I shared this room, and Autumn walked in around midnight. As expected, she was startled, gawking Sophia right in the eyes from the doorstep. But her experience with finding girls tied up accidentally in leotards in her room told her to shut the door and produce no drama.
“Good evening, Kat, care if I grab my headphones? Ignore me.”
I nodded and grinned, blessing her for this response, but Sophia requested me to free her. Autumn had problems staring away, as I understood this and complied. I offered Sophia to shower and change in our bathroom, but she refused. Her dorm room was nearby, and the leotard and rope marks could effortlessly be concealed. Her jeans, a shirt, a hoodie, and a long coat hid everything, and the red lines would be gone by tomorrow. She praised me one more time as I let her out, assuring me she would start tomorrow on the report. I rejected this.
“So, Katherine, you tied her up all night? Horrible rope marks. Her hips and legs were strained. She was soaked in sweat. Not cool. Brush your teeth, hit the toilet, and strip yourself. You’re in for a punishment night. Spread-eagled, facing downward in that black zentai of yours. Nothing less than you deserve.”
I glanced at my roommate. I had one choice: obey. Autumn had no authority or power over any consequences and did not bother requesting my opinion, but I complied. It was bedtime anyway, and in the past, she had used bandanna cuffs to leave no rope marks. And besides, I had not been tied up for two days.