Thanks for the comments!
Mineira1986 wrote: ↑3 years ago
I love Autumn.
I mean, the whole story is great, but Autumn always find a way to play new games with Kat. Her creativity is really awesome.
Yeah, Autumn is a great roommate for Kat. I love giving her new ideas and pushing Kat's boundaries.
slackywacky wrote: ↑3 years ago
One of the reasons I read this story is the creativity of the bondages. Always a new way to tie somebody, often new costumes, characters that are well developed and, importantly, fun. I had to do some catching up, being a few chapters behind, but I made it. Did not take me all weekend, but still a good chunk of time.
Thank you for keep adding to this adventure.
Thanks a lot! One of the hardest ways to distiguish yourself on a bondage-site is to get good, original ties. I cannot describe scenes in such detail as others here, so I got to find my own niche and explore its options. Thanks for catching up and continueing to follow the story.
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I yawned the next day, not craving to open my eyes yet. After all, I had not heard Autumn or my alarm yet. My shoulders were weary, so I rolled and stretched them and noted my cuffed arms behind my spine. Nothing extraordinary, but it evoked memories of the wild night with Sophia and Autumn and curled a grin on my face. Sophia had never loosened up so much that she kept hugging Autumn and me, thanking me, and begging for more stories and ties. Only when Autumn put us to bed, she fell asleep immediately.
That reminded me of the warm flesh resting against me and the remainder of my predicament. I cracked my eyes open and stared through my locks into Sophia’s face that rested only five inches from me. She slept like a baby in an old pink t-shirt of mine that stated: “I’m the captured princess. Save me and earn a kiss.” Though an ironic purchase, I had worn it many nights in bondage before outgrowing it. Lastly, my cargo net held us in a cocoon, and Sophia’s hands were tied in front of her. Not snug, but mitts ensured she could not escape herself.
I lay on the wall side, so Sophia blocked my view of my alarm, and thus I watched her instead, lazing tranquil not to ruin her sleep. A lock of thick, silver-blonde hair rested on her cheek as the rest was intertwined with the cargo net. Her face was immaculate, even without make-up, with a perfect, small nose and red, acne-free cheeks. Very childlike and innocent: a sort of beauty I would never reach. Her mouth hung half an inch open as her slow, steady breath turned her body a few degrees every time. It had always been hard to admit that she was more than a year younger, and with so many more accomplishments in life. She got to celebrate her birthday half-way through the summer vacation while I turned 20 in December.
Then I heard the cracks of Autumn’s bed and caught her sight in my peripheral vision, signing me to be silent. She whispered it was 7:45 A.M. and showered, not waking the girl next to me but shut the door loudly when returning.
Sophia bumped up and opened my eyes and panicked for a few seconds. “Whoa, what?”
I beamed, ignoring the shocks against my body as Sophia calmed.
“You fine? Slept well?” Autumn inquired.
“Eh, yeah, I’m sorry. My hands being stuck scared me.”
“No need to apologize, Soph, that was intended,” Autumn said, getting dressed. “Ready to start your escape?”
“Always!” Sophia replied, and I twisted around with the intention that my hands would free hers. Autumn had winded the net tightly around us, only allowing more space near our heads, and turning was quite the exercise with the padlock getting stuck. Getting the mitts off took minutes too because I could not find the laces, but the rope cuffs themselves fell off within seconds.
“Your turn. My job’s done,” I said, returning to a more comfortable position as Sophia began undoing the rope that was woven through the net to create the cylindrical object. I lay flat on my cushion that was in the cocoon and waited, getting the occasional kick or bump from Sophia, but I disregarded them. Due to the locked cuffs around my wrists, there was little I could do, and Sophia was in heaven. After she had made a sizable hole, she got herself and her bound legs out before helping me.
“Well done!” Autumn announced like a proud mother and watched how Sophia untied my legs before her own. She undid the net’s remaining and those that had kept it in position while Sophia took a shower. “So, when you ganna tell her about your entire collection?” Autumn asked. “She’ll be loving it.”
“Dunno, not something you bring up in a conversation every day, don’t you?”
“So you won’t? Or do you need help?” Autumn muttered.
“Eh, your help?”
Autumn gave me a hug. “Did that ever go wrong? And, how you gonna deal with your cuffs?”
I freed me from her grip and lay down on the floor and flung my hands over my feet, getting the cuffs in front of me. “Easy. Watch me.” I walked to the curtain, pulled it a few inches away, and opened the window. Autumn had hidden the key on the ledge, three feet away from the opening, but I snatched it. It stuck to the tape, and I dodged down, fumbling to get the key in the lock. I failed.
“See, it ain’t that easy. I hope everyone enjoyed that show. Now give me that.”
However, I slid the key into my pocket: I was stuck but not giving up. “Not even a pitiful reward for my bravery? Unlock my wrists, let me shower, and I’ll put them back on. Promise.”
“Okay, fair,” Autumn said, holding her hand up, but I declared to wait on Sophia: I was not naive. As such, I retrieved my freedom and cleansed myself, but Autumn broke in and stole my clothes as per usual. Only the shiny metallic aqua leotard remained, and not wanting to walk around nude, I put it on. I put on my make-up and brushed my hear, enjoying my appearance. Sophia and Autumn giggled at me, having set the table for breakfast and sitting on the only two chairs. I eat my cereal on my bed while Autumn explained what should have happened: Covered in a coat having to make my way to the forest where Julian would be with the other key. Easy, hazardous, and far out of my comfort zone.
“However, you’ve been brave, Kat, so it’ll be safer and more fun. Stand up.”
Autumn grabbed a thin black paracord and placed it around my chest and made a tight rope dress reaching from my neck to a very nasty crotch rope. It was neat, though worse than on the internet. Still, I would usually rock such binds in our dorm and would love it under normal circumstances. My body was squeezed together, and especially around my breasts, the ropes were unignorable. My college’s burgundy hoodie, black jeans, ankle socks, and my usual sneakers completed the outfit. They hid everything, although I would never walk around like this in public.
“Now give me your hands,” Autumn said as I could see Sophia’s terror. Her jaw had dropped minutes ago, unnerving me even further. Autumn locked my wrists next to each other, like a straitjacket, but also through the hoodie’s single pocket. “You see, even more harmless. Now you skip around the campus just fine. Come, let’s go. Julian won’t wait.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Come on, Kat, don’t play chicken,” Autumn blurted out, opening the curtains. “It’s nice and quiet as the first lectures just began. I won’t let this one slide, and please broaden your horizon for once. As long as you believe it, it is perfectly safe and will be a marvelous experience.”
I was still hesitant, but Autumn allowed me to stroll around the room to get comfortable and watch my reflection in the mirror. With my hands in my pocket, I resembled the average college student who had not received their morning coffee yet. The ropes were invisible, but my hands pressed onto the knots of the rope dress, who made themselves evident in even more unpleasant ways. How could I ever behave ordinarily with all these sensations? After more untruthful promises and motivational attempts, I dared to nod to the question of whether I was ready.
“Be yourself. Don’t get nervous. Then it will be obvious. Bluff,” Sophia said before we left. Only she was not the one in my position. I had no keys on me and thus passed the point of no return when the door closed. The deserted hallway eased my nerves as we got to the staircase. Falling and not catching myself was a genuine risk, but Autumn and Sophia adjusted to my pace. They opened the outside doors for me, so my hands could stay in the pocket. The lawn separating the hideous concrete creations that were called dorms was deserted, and Autumn’s expression changed. Where was the challenge? We would reach the forest in minutes. Sure, a rope was burying itself in my shoulder, but that was unexceptional.
Even I, the person, who had preferred to wait all day cuffed in the room over this nonsense, was dissatisfied. So Autumn called Julian to tell we were making a detour through the restaurant.
“Can’t it be something simpler first?” I asked. “Perhaps another round through our dorm?”
Autumn smirked and clutched my shoulders. “No, this is easy, little wimp.” She pulled on one of the ropes on my back, causing a chain reaction. “Now, let’s go.”
Sophia spoke more encouraging and kind before we pushed to the low, wooden building where overpriced, greasy fast food could be bought. The restaurant was half-full, and I glanced around, seeing no familiar faces. I had envisioned myself being watched by a few hundred pairs of eyes as if I would walk around nude. Instead, no-one bothered us with inspecting us, and I even almost bumped into someone who apologized. I accepted his excuses and walked farther, not trying to imagine his thoughts if he had noted my cuffed hands and ropes underneath my hoodie. In fear, I grabbed my wrists in case anyone peered inside and saw the leather or the metal lock shimmer.
“Kat, would you like some chocolate? I owe you one,” Autumn asked when we reached the fending machines half-way through.
“Nah, I’m good,” I responded, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
“Okay, cool, I’ll grab some swiftly,” Autumn said, forcing me into the queue. Pacing through a building in bondage was a nightmare, but standing still downright death. Glances took a fraction of a second, but standing next to someone was surreal. As a few hysterical girls jumped in the queue behind us, I felt eyes aimed at my back, seeing the knots of the thin paracord Autumn had used. I had seen them myself in the mirror, but they were almost invisible. Almost.
All these thoughts rushed through my mind as we waited. There were three groups of students ahead of us, and I ached to scream to hurry up like an egoistical, fed-up freak. But I stayed calm, quiet, and red, hoping the girls would miss my nerves. A scene here would be game-over.
When after what seemed hours, Autumn had her Snicker’s bar, we left through the other entrance and entered the courtyard. Half a dozen joggers had this square somewhere in their route this morning, but I could not worry anymore after what had happened before. The crotch-rope began bothering me, and I walked unnatural, trying to fight it, but even Autumn did overlook that. We entered the woods and turned into one of the almost invisible trails leading to nowhere exciting. Here, sitting on a boulder, Julian awaited, and my heart jumped when I saw him: I had reached safety.
“So, you pursued with that ridiculous idea?” he asked Autumn, standing up and giving me a hug. The ropes and cuffs were pushed into my body. “You truly did? With the handcuffs? Through the restaurant?”
“Yeah, she was daring and courageous after a reassurance,” Sophia said as she explained what we had done in the restaurant.
“And we have got a little bonus surprise underneath!” Autumn exclaimed as she grabbed my hoodie and lifted it up. For once, I was happy with my cuffs, as they prevented her from running away with it. Julian’s eyes got wider as he saw the ugly leotard and paracord and gave me a swift kiss on my lips. Then he fetched bandannas and scarves from his backpack and hoisted the hoodie up, letting it rest on my wrists.
“Ladies, I cannot thank you enough for this beautiful present you brought me, but do you mind if we take some boyfriend-girlfriend time now?”