Roommate Mischief

by Helios

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© Copyright 2006 - Helios - Used by permission

Storycodes: F/f; bond; straitjacket; tickle; cons; X

It was Cynthia’s sophomore year at the university, and was lucky enough to land an off-campus apartment with her roommate Robin. Cynthia was about 5 foot 7 inches tall with long, flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, and had a slender, athletic body but was very well endowed, with her jiggling D-cup breasts through her shirt turning more than her fair share of heads at the jogging track. By contrast, Robin had brown eyes, long light brown hair, and had a medium build. Cynthia majored in business, while Robin majored in chemistry.

Cynthia had just returned from a light jog, and was wearing a tight dark navy blue t-shirt and tight matching shorts that wore like “Daisy Dukes”. Robin was in their small but cozy living room reading a book.

“Have a nice run?” asked Robin.

“Yep, not too bad,” answered Cynthia, walking to the refrigerator to get some Gatorade. While passing by Robin, Cynthia caught a glimpse of something quite out of the ordinary, lying next to Robin on the couch. It was a white canvas straitjacket. Although Cynthia had never seen one up close before, she could tell what it was. The straitjacket appeared complete with a multitude of assorted brown leather straps and buckles.

“What on earth is that?” asked Cynthia with a giggle.

“It’s a straitjacket,” replied Robin.

“And why do you have a straitjacket?” said Cynthia.

“I’ve always wanted one,” answered Robin. “And I saw this one on e-bay, so I bought it at a bargain price. Pennies to the dollar, in fact.”

“What do you plan to do with it?” asked Cynthia. Curiosity had gotten the better of the attractive blonde, for she walked over, picked it up, and held it up to her chest momentarily.

“Do you want to try it on?” offered Robin calmly.

“Don’t you want to wear it, instead?” asked Cynthia.

“Maybe later,” said Robin. “As I asked before, do you want to try it?"

Cynthia laughed over the absurdity of it all and replied, “Sure, okay. I’ve never been in a straitjacket before.”

Robin then got up and helped Cynthia slip into the straightjacket. Cynthia put her arms in the sleeves while Robin buckled up the straps in the back. Robin then had Cynthia circle her body with her arms, and then pulled them tight against her body and fastened them. Robin then buckled in more straps that held Cynthia’s arms against her body at her chest, and a firm strap circled her upper arms and around my body holding her arms fast to my side.

“This is awfully tight,” commented Cynthia, feeling the tight belts through the canvas. .

The generally reserved Robin let out a smile, saying, “I’m glad I bought it. It seems like a sturdy one.”

“Well, it’s awfully snug, but I think you should release me,” suggested Cynthia.

“Not yet,” added Robin. “You need to try on the rest of the stuff that came with it.”

“Even more?” commented Cynthia.

“Sure is,” continued Robin, sitting Cynthia on the living room sofa. Robin opened the shipping box it came in and pulled out some straps and a pair of padded cuffs. Robin first bound Cynthia’s ankles together with the padded cuffs, and then wrapped the straps around Cynthia’s legs at her ankles, with one above and one below her knees.

“They’re used bind your legs,” explained Robin.

“I see,” said Cynthia.

“Well, what do you think?” asked Robin.

Cynthia lightly tugged and struggled.

“I feel like a pretzel,” said Cynthia, in partial disbelief. “But it’s really time for you to release me. I had enjoyed trying on the straitjacket, but enough’s enough, Robin; let me out of this.”

“Why don’t you make me?” teased Robin.

“HEY!” exclaimed Cynthia, still smiling, for she thought Robin was simply playing a mischievous prank on her. “You tricked me!”

“You think?” said Robin with a mischievous smile as she removed Cynthia’s running sneakers and then began pulling off her socks, one by one.

Cynthia protested by squirming and kicking, but it did no good. Robin had her strapped in the straitjacket tight to restrain her arms completely, and the padded cuffs on her ankles along with the straps kept her legs bound tight together.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” blurted out Cynthia. “Tricking me into getting tied up and helpless?!”

Cynthia worked, struggled, fought the bondage, but it was hopeless; she couldn’t get out.

“Well, if you’re going to take that tone with me,” commented Robin. “I think I need to correct that attitude of yours, Cynthia.”

Robin then picked up Cynthia’s bound ankles and rested them on her lap.

“HEY! WHAT’RE YOU DOING?” exclaimed Cynthia nervously.

“Oh, I think you know what I’m going to do,” said Robin, who began tickling Cynthia’s bare feet. Cynthia thrashed and kicked, bursting out in laughter. Cynthia was incredibly ticklish, even having a “no tickling allowed” sign posted outside her door, and Robin knew it.

“NO! AH!!! STOP!” snorted Cynthia in between her laughs. “UNGH! LET ME GO! HA-HA! NO!!!”

“You’re right, your feet are kind of still sweaty,” agreed Robin. “How about your knees?”

“NO! NOOOOOOO!!!!!” screamed Cynthia, turning a flush red as she began hysterically laughing again.

Robin replied with a sadistically wicked smile as she continued tickling Cynthia up and down her bare legs. Cynthia kicked and thrashed about on the couch, but couldn’t escape as the straitjacket kept her bound and bundled up tight.

“NO! PLEASE! STOP!!!!” pleaded Cynthia, gasping for air.

“I’ve dreamed about this for a while, and dreamed of having you just like this; all tied up and in my power; having you all mine to do with whatever I want,” stated Robin, slowly crawling up Cynthia’s straitjacket bound body.

“NO…NO, DON’T! I’M NOT A LESBIAN!!!” exclaimed Cynthia.

“Neither am I,” said Robin. “But after this, I think you’ll finally be pulling your weight around here in taking care of the chores.”

“WHAT? YOU’RE CRAZY!!!” said Cynthia. “NOW UNTIE ME!”

Robin proceeded to begin tickling Cynthia’s bound feet again. Cynthia screamed with laughter and thrashed about, with the straitjacket and straps still keeping her restrained mercilessly.

“You were saying?” asked Robin.

“I SAID YOU’RE CRAZY!” yelled Cynthia.

Robin smiled; the tickling of her helpless roommate was going to be an all-day affair.