May was the prototypical wallflower. The person who stayed silent and faded into the background, unremarkable and forgotten. Neither adored nor vilified. A gray mush in human form. Or at least that’s how she thought of herself up until approximately 45 minutes ago, when she found herself sitting on a lumpy couch with questionable stains, talking to Cleo Clay. That’s right, Cleo, that goddess that exuded a life lived like a rockstar, leather jacket and all. And May might add her personal crush since she had gotten to uni.
For three years she had pined from afar; back rows of seminar classes, across the quad. Even at a distance, she had a magnetism. It started at a surface level with her looks, cool blue eyes, wavy full mane of blond hair, smoky eyeshadow. Her signature rocker girl look; the aforementioned jacket, the boots to match, and a classic white tank top, often without a bra. Not that May ever paid attention to that. Well, okay, she did actually. How could you not?
But more than her looks, there was an ineffable charisma to her. She could walk into any room and instantly be the sole point of attention. It was unreal, and somehow it didn’t seem to go to her head. She appeared carefree, unbothered by every eye in the room being on her. She could talk to anyone and hold a conversation. She glided between social groups without blinking a perfect eyelash. She was the unflinching opposite of May. Yet, here they were sitting together, talking about everything from favorite movies to deeper personal details. She’d even gotten the woman to laugh at a joke. One made at the expense of the privileged girls from a notorious sorority.
There was an easy smile on Cleo’s bright red lips, the laughter slowly receding in her throat as she wiped away a small tear. “Damn, you’re funny. I mean, it’s great to meet someone who sees the farce this so-called institution of higher learning is.”
May wouldn’t quite have put it that way. She enjoyed her studies, but she giggled all the same. Somehow, she was talking more than five words to the woman she had watched for so long. It was a dream realized by some miracle. Well, divine intervention or not, it had happened in part thanks to May’s own persistence. She loathed house parties like this. They were anathema to her personality, but they were one of the few places she could hope to get a minute with this intoxicating woman. So, here in her final semester, she was graduating a year early, she had made a concerted effort to be at every social gathering she knew Cleo planned to attend. How did she manage that? Well, a girl had her secrets, and it was amazing what being best friends with a future investigative journalist could help with. Thank you Matt!
Cleo continued her flattery, “May, I wish we had talked sooner. You’re not like most girls around campus. You’re actually interesting.”
What can I even say to that? May wondered, blushing bashfully at the compliment. Before her uncharacteristic conversational skills returned, the lone rain cloud of the evening came hovering over Cleo’s shoulder once more. It was Cleo’s frankly frightening bestie who always seemed tethered to her hip. A punkish woman, clad in black and neon green clothes with oh so many holes in them. Her face a patchwork of steel. Her arms crossed. She glared at May. Does she ever not scowl? It seemed doubly so when she looks at me. I swear she looks like she wants to burn a hole through me, May thought, slightly distraught.
Where there was a sexy, seductive hint of danger to Cleo’s aesthetic and persona, Eden, and yes that was her actual name, just felt scary, dangerous, even if she was actually kind of pretty in her own nonconventional way like an ominous thunderstorm.
Still glowering at the temporarily sheepish May, the real May, Eden, spoke to her blond friend. “Hey, can we get out of here? It’s a real snoozefest.”
Gesturing with a beer bottle towards May while throwing her head back to look upside down at Eden, Cleo suggested instead, “Oh, come on! You should join us. May is such a wonderful woman. I bet you’d get along with her better than you think.”
Dark eyes rolled and looked away, the human storm cloud fidgeting uncomfortably and her cheeks red with what must be frustration or anger. “Whatever,” she uttered before stomping off. It had been maybe the third or fourth time she had interrupted them. She must really think so little of me. She sees and judges me as the pathetic waste I am, May couldn’t help thinking briefly.
“Heh, don’t mind her,” Cleo said, an odd glint in her eye as she watched her friend walk away.
“I don’t think she likes me very much. She’s in a bunch of my classes and she always seems to be glaring at me.”
The blond snorted, “I know she seems real tough and all, but she’s really just a big softy. I bet she’d surprise you, too.”
May disagreed, especially with the way her blood pressure had heightened at just the woman’s presence, but she nodded instinctively out of deference to this woman she idolized.
“Where were we?” Cleo seemed to be searching. Her mind floating with who knows how much alcohol, but not showing it at the moment, “Oh, right! We were talking about how fake and shallow a lot of people are.” She paused to give a small grin and lean a little closer. “But not you, right?”
The woman of her desires this close did so many things at once to poor May. Her pulse quickened, her mouth dried, while somewhere else less mentionable warmed. She could see every little perfect imperfection. The freckle under Cleo’s left eye, just right of center. The faintest hint of a scar on her chin that May had never noticed in her field observations. A marker of some fascinating story she needed to know. What was more, this close, she could smell Cleo for the first time over the mélange of stale beer, sweat, and sweet perfumes and masculine body sprays. Cleo was different. She smelled of leather, the faint scent of cigarettes, sensuality, and…peppermint? May wanted to bury herself in that aroma.
Cleo kept going, “So, what’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done? I bet it’s something really insane! The quiet, interesting ones like you always have the best stories.” She looked pensive for a moment. “I think it’s because y’all are so clever, which I love, and y’all really plan it out and cut loose when no one’s looking. Am I right? I’m right, aren’t I?” Before May had a chance to reply to the excited woman, something wholly unexpected happened. Cleo leaned further forward, planting her free hand on May’s knee. Warm skin meeting soft skin. “So, spill it. What crazy stuff have you done May-May?”
Overload seized the young woman’s body. This was code red. Cleo had… no… was touching her. Stay calm, stay calm, STAY THE FUCK CALM! The little voices in May’s mind screamed. She could feel her breaths growing quicker and shallower. What should she do? Kiss her! One of the voices in her head yelled over the others. No! Nope, not gonna happen. Who else has ideas? May asked herself. The peanut gallery of her mind had no good answers. Right, she asked me a question? I should answer it. What should I tell her?
Oh, god, oh god, I don’t have any crazy stories. The wildest thing I ever did was accidentally shoplift a candy bar I thought my friend had paid for…That’s not going to cut it! Well, there are those times I’ve tied myself up…but no, that’s too tawdry. Oh, fiddlesticks! What do I do?! Then suddenly, an answer of sorts coalesced. “Oh, I’m sure you have better stories. What’s the craziest thing you’ve done?” That was it! Deflect and ask the question back. Good work May! her inner cacophony cheered.
Cleo leaned back, her hand slipping away. No, no, no, no! Come back! Stupid, you messed it up! May panicked in her mind.
As the other woman sat back, she took a casual swig from her beer. Her eyes narrowed mid swallow. “Huh, good question…” Her blue eyes raking over May. “I already told you about how I defaced that statue to our little university’s founder to highlight his misogynistic ass.” It hadn’t been surprising that Cleo was the culprit of that bit of activist vigilantism. May still remembered how giddy she had been when she had seen the graffiti and, well, um, unmentionables adorning that particular edifice of the patriarchy. It showed Cleo and she shared a particular moral compass, even if May had never been so bold.
Cleo seemed to pause again, her thumb circling the rim of her beer bottle. “Hmm, you know May-May…” the wall flower melted at this new nickname development of the past couple minutes, but more so as Cleo inclined forward again, her eyes darting around to see if anyone else was listening over the den of the party. May gulped. This must be big if she’s concerned who might hear it. She’s never concerned with others hearing her talk. Was it going to be something really cool? Or like was this where Cleo confessed a horrible crime like murder, or tax evasion? May leaned in as well, pushing up her glasses as they slid down her nose.
The answer proved to be nothing illegal, but was about as world shattering for May.
Biting her lip first and taking one last look around, Cleo spoke in an excited hush, “I let this freaky guy tie me up like a turkey and fuck me like a goddamn blow-up doll. It was the most sublime fuck I’ve ever had. The way the rope felt wrapped around my body as he played with me. There was this rush knowing someone had me that way. Weird, right? I was so sad after the weekend was over and he just set me loose. I think I would have let him keep me at his apartment all semester if he asked.”
There was no way for May to be certain, but if she had been a betting woman, she would have bet every cent she had that her mouth had not only hit the floor, but was somewhere near the earth’s core right now. The one wild thing she had thought to say moments ago, her interest in bondage, had just been said by her crush. This night had to be a dream, or a stress induced hallucination, right? She would have pinched herself, but that warm, soft hand returned to her knee and it was even more electrifying this time.
Cleo’s voice, still low, but now with a sultry husk, interceded on May’s perplexed behalf, “And you know the only thing that would have made it better? If I had been playing with a cute, real woman like you instead of that meathead.”
This was the moment May’s mind truly shattered. Red lips drifting a few inches away. Blue, hungry eyes waiting with bated breath for a response. Come on May! This is happening! You got to close this. It’s your one shot! “Well...” May’s words were cut disappointingly short as a flash of black and green hair rushed between her and her crush. The shaved sides of Eden’s upside-down head coming over the back of the sofa to rest on the single cushion separating May from Cleo.
“Ugh, come on, Cleo, stop messing around with this little dork and let’s go over to Tony’s. I’m so bored of this place.” The audacity of this…this bitch! May thought. She was furious at Eden for once more getting in her way. Was this on purpose?! It had to be at this point. And what was that fragrance wafting from the woman? It smelled of leather like Cleo, but had this strong, sweet cherry smell. It was actually really nice, May admitted to herself, but still, what the fuck woman?
Cleo handled the moment with more tact than May could have. The blond playfully swatted at the intruder’s forehead. It was an audible slap, but one that was delivered with a laugh and a lighthearted tone. “Goof, get your ass up. You don’t know what things Cheryl’s done on this couch, but I do. Trust me, you don’t want your head there.”
“Aww, nasty, Cleo. Why’d you have to say it like that?!” In a flash, Eden shot back upright, rubbing her forehead. Her arms crossed shortly after and that grimace from earlier returning. This time the interloper didn’t skulk away, to May’s dismay. Instead, Eden and Cleo seemed locked in some kind of staring contest. An unspoken conversation appeared to be going on between the two long-term friends. May started to think she should be the one to step away, but before her dejected heart could manage, Cleo broke the silence, “Okay, Edi.” The other woman’s frown somehow deepened to May’s amazement. “We’ll leave in five. Go get us something for the road. I’ll meet you out front.”
Eden huffed, but stalked off again, though she threw one last glare May’s way. What did I do? the meek woman thought.
“Sorry, she’s not usually like that. I think something had her titties tied up.” Cleo turned back to May. “Speaking of which, have you ever been tied up?”
Oh, holy shitake mushrooms! Her little voices were really scrambling now. What should she say? She’d be lying if she said no, and she probably would seem less interesting to Cleo anyways. She’d only ever tied herself up a little in her alone time. Nothing fancy, a little rope around her legs. A scarf wrapped around her wrists so that she could simply unwind herself. Nothing significant. Not that she didn’t want to. She yearned so much for a woman like Cleo, no, Cleo specifically, to tie her up. She did her best to sound vague and aloof. “Sure, I’ve been tied up before.”
“Really! I knew you were a real woman of culture! I bet you’ve done all that fancy rope stuff, what’s it called? Shishibani?”
“Shibari?!” May blurted out without realizing it.
“Yeah, see, you’re a real expert!” Cleo smiled, and May gave a noncommittal shrug as her heart imploded in her chest cavity. She definitely fantasized about being beautifully bound like living art in rope, but her attempts fell far short of a master rigger.
“Hey, May-May, you don’t need to be modest with me. But hey!” Cleo’s excitement seemed to boom as some idea had shot into her mind. Oh, no. What now? May wondered, both worried and eager to hear what came next. “You know, while I definitely want to get bound up again, one thing I’ve really been curious about is what that guy felt. You know, to tie someone else up and have some fun with them. Since you are so versed May-May, think you’d let me try that sometime?”
Conscious thought no longer functioned in the perfectly normal human meat person referred to as May, or alternatively of late, apparently, May-May. The last five minutes had put an end to all that silly higher brain function nonsense. So, the response came without any real thought from her lizard brain. “Absolutely!” To be so bold should feel alien, but broken as she was by the madness of the moment, May didn’t fully even register she had answered, let alone in the affirmative.
“Great! It’s a bondage date,” Cleo winked. “Let me see your phone. I’ll add you as a contact.”
That unthinking person formerly known as May let her phone pass freely, even unlocking it prior to handing it to this woman she had been mesmerized by.
“There, you’ve got my contacts, so just let me know when you want to have our little date! But don’t keep me waiting too long.” With that, Cleo stood up. “I need to get going before Eden loses it on some poor bastard, but this was so fun! Can’t wait for our little play session!” Cleo hugged May, and was gone before the latter’s mind took in what had transpired. It was all a dream, right? But no, there was a phone number in her phone now. She’d finally gotten to know her crush, and she was amazing, and somehow May had been charming or endearing or something in return. And then to have Cleo voice an interest in bondage, only to follow that up with asking to tie up May? This was the perfect night.
One week later
May rechecked her phone. She had at least another 30 minutes to fret over her assembled collection of bondage gear. Over half of it had been purchased the past week specifically for tonight. Familiar and new coils of rope next to each other. A pair of handcuffs that had only come in this morning, thankfully after her roommate had already departed for her weekend with her boyfriend at the lake. Several rolls of duct tape and electrical tape, the former a classic and the latter her preferred sticky restraint. And finally, her lonely vibrator.
Standing here now, it felt pitifully little. Cleo had been texting her all week about how she couldn’t wait to play with a real bondagette, and May had assured her she had all they would need. Stupid, stupid, stupid! those terrible little voices declared in her mind. “Wait! I’ve got it!” she said aloud. She could say they were going to start with the basics. That’s perfect, her inner council chimed in. “See, you’ve got this,” she said, adjusting her glasses slightly.
Her phone dinged, a message from Cleo. It was an image of Cleo smiling wide, her tongue out with the caption, “Here to wrap up the cutest little present!” A little bit of a weird way to phrase that, May thought. Then panic hit. Cleo was super early. That’s okay, you were ready ages ago, a calm voice in the panicked chorus of her mind she reassured herself. This is happening. Holy cow. Here we go! May rushed out through the living room to the front door of her apartment. She paused one long moment. An extra breath to simply right herself, to find that final strength needed to open the door to her desires.
Hand trembling, she turned the handle and pulled the heavy door open. And a blond and leather hurricane rolled in, her arms full carrying a duffle. “You look cute, May-May, and I bet you’ll be cuter once we have you all trussed up!” May blushed and let the door close behind them. Cleo was wandering through the apartment’s living room, inspecting it. “Nice place, better than the shithole Edi and I share.” May winced a little at the reference to the woman who had nearly derailed this fun last weekend with her incessant hovering. Cleo seemed to pick up on it. “Oh, May-May, I’m telling you Edi’s sweet as they come. You oughta get to know her. But hey, enough of that, let’s start having some fun! Bedroom?” Cleo cocked her head suggestively.
May couldn’t believe how forward Cleo was being. She had figured they would have some small talk. Maybe a drink, but no. Cleo was getting straight to the main event. Oddly, May, the consummate wallflower, was good with that. Maybe that was her submissive side. She led the blond bombshell to her room, revealing her little cornucopia of bondage gear. Nerves began eating at May, would Cleo be disappointed? She would be right?
“Oh, nice! So many options. You spoil me, girl!” Cleo cooed excitedly, dropping the duffle on one side of the room. May was surprised by some of the logos she recognized on it. They were mostly punk bands, and none of the rock bands she would have thought. But that thought faded quickly as relief washed over May. Cleo seemed happy with her collection.
“So, where should we start? Like what’s your favorite?” Cleo asked cooly.
May hesitated. This was moving way, way faster than she ever imagined, but it felt right all the same. She pointed to the rope. “I really like how rope feels, but you’ll have to be careful to tie it tight, but not so much that it cuts off circulation.” It felt fun teaching Cleo. It made her feel like she had the upper hand for once on this woman who seemed leagues out of her reach only a week ago.
“Sounds good to me. So, um, are you supposed to strip naked or something now?” Cleo bobbed her eyebrows up and down with the words.
Instinctively, May covered her chest, even though she was fully clothed. “Uh…” Say something, dummy, anything! But she stood frozen.
Cleo eased the tension with a kind laugh. “I mean, I can tie you up like this if it makes you feel more comfortable.”
“No!” blurted May, immediately regretting the need in her voice. She wanted to be naked in front of Cleo, had dreamed about it, but this was way too sudden. Being fully clothed while bound wasn’t fun either. She had tried it before in her self-bondage. “How about I keep my bra and panties on?” She asked, her voice wavering slightly, nervous.
Another warm smile from Cleo helped calm her. “Works for me May-May. Strip, and that bed should be a perfect place to get started.”
May nodded and pulled off her sweater. She thought about trying to look sexy as she did, but that just seemed like a bad idea. Next was her leggings, which she did do a little more seductively, she hoped at least. Cleo was smiling, but seemed distant. Am I doing something wrong? she wondered, or maybe she’s just as nervous as me. Can that even be?
On cue, Cleo pulled off that fierce leather jacket of hers and sauntered over. Her hand pulled a coil of rope from the bed as she squatted beside May’s dangling legs. “Ready?” May only nodded. In surprisingly quick fashion, Cleo wrapped May’s legs at the ankles and knees, using the same single length of rope. It was a little sloppy compared to what May saw online, but it was amazing nonetheless. To feel the dual sensations of rope and warm, soft skin on her own. Each knot cinched, drawing the rope tighter around her. She had thought she would be walking Cleo through the basics, but instead she was sitting silently watching her dream binding her beautifully, even if not perfectly.
Her silent passiveness continued when Cleo stood back up, pushing herself up by leaning on May’s knees, their lips passing inches apart. The blond winked before sliding the pile of bondage supplies to one corner of the bed. She returned to May and, without a word, lifted the bound woman’s legs gently up to the bed as May wiggled back. Cleo Climbed up after her.
They were on her bed. Both. As in May and Cleo. She could smell that mix of peppermint, leather, and a vague hint of cigarettes. She hovered over May, her legs on either side of the captive woman’s hips, reaching for another coil of rope. Looking down, Cleo continued, “Turn over for me May-May. I know exactly how we’re tying you up first.”
May turned over as ordered, ordered by her. May felt her heart pounding faster. “Like this…Mistress?”
A snicker escaped her captor. “Yeah, perfect.”
The rope and those wondrous hands returned. Again, in similar fashion to the legs, the rope meandered around her wrists first, a couple passes, then a cinch, then they wound up around her elbows all one length of rope. The pace quickened, the tugs more confident, the knots cleaner. May’s elbows pulled in toward themselves until they felt strained, but not unbearably so. When done, May flexed her arms and hands. They were snug. The rope wouldn’t be coming off without some effort. Cleo seemed to know this more than she let on.
Then, without warning, Cleo was at it again. A rope going around May’s waist pulled her bound arms to her back. That wasn’t what made May moan in that moment, though. No, that honor went to those warm hands passing across her stomach, so close to a very sensitive and intimate spot.
Warm breath soon crossed May’s ear. “Like that, hmm? Of course you do.” A finger traced her shoulder, and May shivered. “I love all these wonderful things, but it looks like it’s a good thing I brought a toy or two because I don’t see a gag, do you? And a bondage damsel needs a gag, right?”
May’s eyes were wide as she looked over her shoulder. “Yes!” The outburst should have been embarrassing, but she just didn’t care anymore, especially as she felt Cleo’s body roll over her back and off the bed. She turned her head to see Cleo rifling through her duffle. It was making a lot of noise, like there was a mass of items inside, but May barely registered it. She was vibrating with anticipation. Would it be a ball gag? A panel gag? Oh! Maybe one of those inflatable ones! She had always wanted to try one. Really anything would do, her mouth was salivating at the idea of a gag. “Ah! Here we go!” Cleo popped up, holding a bright green ball gag. A flash of Cleo’s scary friend flashed in May’s mind for some reason. That’s weird, she thought, shaking it away.
May’s attention returned to her spit filled mouth as Cleo drew closer. May attempted to subtly swallow the excess, but it apparently failed. “Oh, someone hungry for their gag, huh, May-May?”
“…Maybe?” May tried to recover some dignity.
“Open wide then!”
Reflexively, thin lips opened, ready to accept, but then a meaningful thought cut through the lusty haze building in May. “Oh! Our safe word is pineapple!”
Cleo paused, a small nod, “That’s a funny coincidence…”
“What’s a coincidence?” May asked quizzically.
The blond shook her head. “Oh, nothing. I just know someone whose favorite food is pineapple.”
May was very confused, but also quite aroused as the bright green gag approached her lips once more. She felt leather pressing the corners of her mouth. The silicone sank past her teeth with a pop and a moan. The leather strap wrapped around her head, flattening her short dark hair down. A last tug and the sound of a buckle coming home, causing another soft sigh, only muffled now.
Cleo curled into view in front of May’s face. “Oh, that looks like it found its forever home,” she said, lifting May’s jaw to one side and then the other. “Now what do you say to us, adding two more items before I hogtie you?”
Unladylike noises now oozed out of May’s mouth. Hogtied? And what else could her head need? Oh, definitely has to be a blindfold, one voice in her mind pointed out. Oh, please yes! “Yhsh, phwsh. Wuhevah ough whnt Mphtresh Keylough!”
“Great! I knew you were a pro!” Cleo bounced over to the duffle and came back with a blindfold, unsurprising, and another piece of cloth that she sat aside long enough to take May’s glasses off, making the bound woman’s world blur in fuzzy vision.
“Wht’sh haght?” her mind already sure it was a pair of panties. A lacy black pair, no less. Far more frilly and girly than May would have conjectured. Not that she had thought about what panties Cleo wore or anything so crass.
“Oh, don’t worry, just a very intimate gift for you from someone who really likes you.”
“Mhmmph,” May couldn’t believe it. Cleo had just admitted she had feelings for her. It was a weird third person way to do it, but darn it, she would take it.
The blindfold slowly slid down over her forehead. The anticipation was something else. Every part of her seemed to buzz. She watched with blurry vision, taking every last second of Cleo’s face in. It was surprisingly calm for someone who had just admitted their feelings. Cleo is that cool, she supposed. Then darkness came. It was wonderful, exciting.
Before she could fully enjoy it, something else began pulling down over her head. Oh, god, oh god, she’s pulling her panties over my head! That’s freaky right? But oh, how hot. Something told her they would be a used pair, and for some terrible, perverted reason, she couldn’t wait to smell Cleo. I’m such a weirdo, she thought, the voices in her head remaining silent in agreement. And soon enough, the cloth passed over her nose. It was definitely a used pair. The musk was inebriating. Her head swam. So, this is what she smells like there? she thought. You are the luckiest woman alive, those tiny voices in her head cheered together.
It was interesting, besides Cleo’s stale sweat and what was probably her erm, dried juices, there was another sweeter scent mixed in. She would have thought it to smell like peppermint or leather like Cleo, but instead it had a faintly familiar cherry smell she was sure she knew, but couldn’t quite place. She had little time to consider it though as Cleo asked, “I want to keep this nice and secure while I tie you up the rest of the way. I see we have shiny duct tape, but also some black tape that might match better. What do you say, bondage expert?”
Duct tape on her head would be a bad idea. It would pull fiercely at her hair when it came off. Electrical tape, definitely. Besides, she loved the stretch and give of it more, anyway. “Eghrtrcrghl!” she grunted past the ball gag and panties now.
“Duct tape it is!”
“Whgh? Whht, ngh! Eghrtchghl!” a worried May screeched, thrashing as much as she could, her legs flopping on the bed in one long mass.
“Riiiight! No, electrical tape. I heard you the first time.”
“Mmph! Eghrtchgh hghp pwhsh!”
A laugh cut through her, thrashing and yelling. After a moment, May felt embarrassment creep in. She hadn’t caught the tone earlier. Cleo was teasing her.
“Okay, I’ll stop messing with you, but man, it was fun to see you get all worked up.”
May felt a thumb press tape to her cheek. It wound around her head at least a dozen times over her lower jaw, over the gag. Then the process repeated over her blindfolded eyes. This drew the panties tight against her nose. The fragrance of flesh and cherries sweetly filling every inhale. She knew she was actively and lewdly groaning; she just couldn’t be bothered to worry about that right now. She had too many wonderful sensations and thoughts to keep her occupied. The firm rope enrapturing her. The drool soaking the bed and the tape. Warm grazes of skin as Cleo moved about. May felt right. This is how she always wanted things to be, with the person she had envisioned for so long.
Firm hands pressed her bound ankles towards her tied wrists, rope pulling rope together. She…she was in her first real hogtie! What a momentous moment! Oh, what eloquence that little gem of a phrase was, May’s voices sarcastically pointed out to herself. She giggled into her gag.
“Oh, like that?” Cleo asked, giving a few light pats to May’s butt.
“Mhmm, yphsh, Mphtrsh.”
“Then let me add the final touches.” Cleo flipped May on her side, then cold plastic and silicone nestled against her damp panties. At first, she thought it was her vibrator, but no, it definitely was much bigger. “I saw that cute vibrator you have, but since you’re wearing your panties, I thought we’d need something more powerful. So, ever used a hitachi?”
May shook her head. She’d seen them before, but they were a little pricier than what she was willing to spend.
“Well, it should be fun, then.” Rope soon secured the wand in place. It wasn’t perfect since it was added after her thighs were already pinned together, but she had a feeling it would do the job, especially as she felt where it pressed in on her when she was rolled back over to her belly. Her body weight drove the device against a quite sensitive spot. A muffled whine that May had never made before tumbled out of her gagged mouth, earning another chortle from Cleo.
“Okay, two more to go.” The blond rigger announced, as she wrapped twine around and between May’s big toes and then anchored that to a small exposed part at the back of her gag. It was unexpected, but very welcome. It pulled the gag deeper into her mouth and made the position even more inescapable. The last restraints were a set of ropes that held her lashed to the bed so she could only wriggle a few inches in any direction. This was everything May could have hoped for.
She expected that Cleo would probably start the vibrator or something like that soon, so she simply fell into the moment, enjoying the strictest bindings she had ever known. The way her hands could only slide the barest across her buttocks. The way if she pulled up with her feet, they could only barely move bound as they were to her arms, the only real result being how it pulled the gag deeper thanks to the toe twine, occasionally even making her choke ever so wonderfully. Trying to shift either way on her bed only brought the pull of tight, wonderful rope around her body.
She was moaning and whimpering constantly. It felt like so much of her body was on fire with the kiss of the ropes. All the while, she was reminded of her captor by the scent of the panty hood. Stale sweat and sweet cherries. Now all she needed was Cleo’s touch and that tantalizing wand to turn on. She knew she’d probably cum instantly when that happened, and as embarrassing as that might be, she couldn’t give less of a fuck…
The reverie was broken by Cleo’s husky, sultry voice. “Damn girl, you are a cutie all bound up like this. The perfect surprise present for someone.” Someone? You mean you right, Cleo? May jokingly thought to herself at the silliness of her captor.
“Alrighty then, looks like my work’s done, so time to leave. Do hope you enjoy your bondage, my little gift,” Cleo said with a seductive voice. A familiar hand patted May on the head and then followed with a playful swat to the side of her butt.
Oh, my goodness! May thought at the touches. She was so lost in sensation she didn’t register the bed shift with Cleo’s weight departing. It wasn’t until the door to May’s bedroom shut that she realized the dirty talk might have been more than that. Is…she really leaving me here like this? No, can’t be, right? Then another door, the heavy main door to the apartment, closed. She did not just leave me here, did she? For how long? I can’t get out of this! Oh, no, she thought, panic rising among her mental council.
This was all just part of the play, right? That had to be it. Cleo is going to come right back in. That’s it. Has to be. Tentatively, May tried to relax, and drop back into enjoying the fun, and somehow the panic subsided bit by bit. She was safe in her bedroom, she reassured herself. Cleo was outside her front door, probably…surely, and she was bound so that there was no way to fall off the bed. Knowing she was alone and helpless even helped her get more into the mood. The bondage felt so good, and as her fears eased away, the arousal returned with force. Long heavy inhales through the fabric on her face only working her up further. She was so very horny, like she had never been before.
If only Cleo had turned the freaking hitachi on, she’d be cumming her brains out right now. All the same, she started pumping and gyrating her hips against the inert device as much as the bondage would allow. Anything to generate friction, heat. She needed this, like now. It started working. Her breathing shallowed. Her chest tensed, then her bound thighs. So close, a little more! She tried twisting slightly. “Ghkk!” she choked as the gag drew deep into her mouth, her ankles pulling back, but she didn’t care. Her body lifted before slamming back down, giving her that final push. Her lower half clenching and unclenching as the zenith of her efforts washed through her body. She sputtered and coughed as her body untensed as she tried to suck in air through flaring fabric covered nostrils. Her mind was dizzy, fuzzy, buzzy; all the uzzys…Mmm, cherries, she thought listlessly for a second.
As time passed, the ecstasy faded, and the physical toll rose. Slowly, May became aware of discomfort in her drawn elbows, at the corners of her mouth, and her toes were feeling tingly even. How long had it even been? It was hard to tell, blinded, blissful, and bound. Surely, Cleo would be back soon, or maybe she had snuck back in during the orgasm? May had to have been loud when that happened, though she had no memory of making any noise, only that perfect tension and then slackening through her body.
“Keylough?” she asked tentatively. Nothing. Concern rising, she tried again, and again no response. She must be out front; she tried to reassure herself. You sure though? a pesky little voice asked her. She tried calling out louder. Silence. Was Cleo not playing earlier? Has she actually left me? That’s really hot, but really unsafe, she thought. Would she just have to lay there and do what exactly?
Enjoy it for what it is, one errant voice suggested. Then there was a loud noise as the front door opened. Heavy, racing footfalls that seemed to oddly dart around the kitchen and living room in confusion from the sound of it, before they became louder just outside May’s door. Relief. Cleo had returned for her. May started shouting to Cleo, though it was a garbled, gagged mess.
The door slammed into the wall as it was flung wildly open. A bit dramatic, but kind of hot, May thought to herself.
“Fucking, cunt! Cleo, I’m going to fucking skin you alive for this when I find you!” a more feminine, still familiar somehow, voice, certainly not Cleo’s husky one, bellowed out. May’s mind froze; her blood ran cold. Who was this? Where was Cleo? She started struggling with everything she had, even if it was futile.
“Oh, shit! May, I’m sorry!” The new voice sounded surprisingly concerned, at least. May slowed her struggles when cold hands touched her shoulders. “It’s going to be okay; I’ll get you out. Hold on.” The voice and touch calming. May stilled obediently to the newcomer. She felt chilly digits try to untie the string between gag and toes. “Of course, she tied it too tight and most of the gag is covered in tape. Amateur!” The owner of the voice finally struck May. This was, this was Eden!
Suddenly, May felt the tension on her toes release. A gentle, soothing sounding voice beckoned May to be extremely still as her savior planned to use a knife to cut some of the restraints. May felt sawing at her toes. “This is way too tight. One sec.” Finally, the twine pulled ticklishly free from between May’s toes. The focus turned to May’s gag. Tape was rolled away in reverse of its earlier course. As the bright green gag was revealed. Eden swore again, “Fucker, she used my damn gag. Wait, is this all my shit?!”
What, the gag was Eden’s? May thought, confused. Did that mean that the panties?...In that moment of realization, it occurred to May that the scent of cherries that had so consumed her while bound had suddenly grown stronger as Eden worked. That’s…that’s her perfume. She had cum with Eden’s underwear plastered to her head. And the gag…it was Eden’s. She’d probably had her pierced lips and tongue on it. And now it was in May’s mouth. Shock shot through the tied woman, not just at the revelations, but also at how she wasn’t revolted by it.
“And my underwear? Oh, god!” Eden seemed to have recognized her purloined panties, indignation followed immediately by embarrassment. Soon the tape was completely gone, panties lifted, blindfold removed, and ball gag pried free. Still bound, May lay looking up from her bed. The other woman was close enough for May to make out plainly, despite the absence of her glasses. The once scary face of Eden, steel glittering across the woman’s face from rays of sunshine peeking in through the window. She had always seemed intimidating, like she was eternally angry at May specifically, but right now, that was gone. Despite the metal adorning it, her face seemed soft, especially her eyes, filled with fear and worry. “May, uh, are you okay? Does anything feel numb? I’ll have you out shortly. I’m so, so sorry she did this to you.” She looked so different now, even though nothing had changed about her face.
May blinked. “I’m okay, but why are you here?”
“Uh, fuck. I’m sorry, Cleo sent me a picture of you tied up and said…” Eden’s face stiffened and went paler than usual.
“She did what? Why?!”
Eden’s face ignited with some realization, “Tricky bitch. Um, she said in the caption that I had, uh, better hurry to unpack the, um, present she had left me, and then sent me your address.”
May blinked again, unsure of how to process this or what exactly it meant. Before she could respond, both Eden and May looked back to the doorway as they heard a small knock on the frame. A familiar, though for May blurred, blond framed face appeared. Cleo stood there, but something had changed in the last few minutes. Looking at her, May didn’t quite feel that rush, the desire not really there anymore. It was sudden, jarring, confusing. She wasn’t mad, but also wasn’t happy to see Cleo. May’s eyes drifted back to Eden as she stood up, putting herself between her best friend and the bound May. It felt like Eden was protecting her, shielding her. Eden too felt different in May’s mind now it seemed, too.
“Cleo! The fuck?! How could you do this? And with my stuff! And don’t get me started on how unsafe it was to leave her here alone!” A flutter hit May’s stomach at the protective tone. The room was spinning, it felt like. It was confusing, and the little voices, once so talkative, remained unhelpfully silent. The pieces of what was happening were there, but they were jumbled in May’s befuddled mind.
Cleo raised her hands in surrender and cracked a smile, that while beautiful, no longer seemed enticing to May. “Hey, first off I was in her friend’s room right next door, so she was safe, and I remember all the rigging lessons you taught me when you had me tie you up for your games.”
Eden looked back hesitantly at May, embarrassed. It was a sweet, vulnerable moment. Then it passed as she turned back, and Eden restarted her tirade. “Fine. But still, what the fuck?”
May added, “Uh, yeah, could you explain what’s going on?”
Cleo leaned against the door frame. “Look, sorry to scare and confuse you two, but see, I had to do something. I had to find a way to get you two in the same place. Lord knows you two dingbat introverts would never figure it out, well I guess Eden had, but she’s too damn sweet, she’d never think to make a move.”
Eden’s bristling body slackened as she took a step back, eyes to the ground, her fury tamed. “No, this isn’t because of what I said, is it?” she asked more sheepishly than May would have ever thought possible of the punk.
“Hey, you told me all about little May-May there, going on about how kind, caring, and intelligent she was, and it was obvious you were crushing hard on her, had been for what, two years? You weren’t going to say or do anything about it, especially because you told me she was into me, and you’d rather her be happy than with you.”
May looked between the two women. Am I in a love triangle? She thought, shocked.
“Exactly. She wants you, not me. It was annoying enough when it looked like you were toying with her feelings at the party, but this?!” Eden seemed ready to cry. Can badasses cry? May wondered at the drama unfurling before her eyes.
“Well, dipshit, I was trying to make sure she would be a good fit for my best friend, and that you were for her. When she didn’t bat an eye at me talking about your bondage escapades, I knew exactly how to get you two together.”
May’s own indignation broke in, “Wait, that was about Eden? Not you?”
A smirk cut across Cleo’s face, blurry for May but clear as day for Eden. “Yeah, sorry May-May, but every story I shared with you was actually one of Eden’s.”
“So, she’s the one who vandalized the statue?”
“Yep, and all that other social justice stuff is her dreams. I’m more ‘go with the flow’ than ‘be the difference’.”
Once more, May found herself looking at Eden in a new light. “So, you tied me up, and sent her a picture to get us to…together, or something?”
“Yep, that’s about the sum of it May-May.”
“And, uh, Eden, you like me?”
A barely audible, “yes,” drifted from the punk turned heroine of the afternoon.
“Look, if I’m wrong about you two being made for each other, sorry. My bad. I can help untie May,” Cleo said, stepping into the room.
“Wait! No, uh…” What am I saying? May thought, confused. Until minutes ago, I was scared of Eden, but if all those things I thought I learned about Cleo were about Eden, maybe…and the way she was willing to protect me without hesitation… “This is so messed up, but um, maybe we should talk, Eden. What do you think?”
Wide-eyed Eden answered, stammering, “Sure, uh, I’d like to.”
“Perfect! It’s settled; you two wallflowers get to know each other, while your fairy godmother of bondage exits stage left.” And the once woman of May’s dreams slipped from the room nearly unnoticed as the other two women sat silently on May’s bed staring at each other.
May, still partly bound, spoke first, “Soooo, you really did a number on the founder's statue.”
An embarrassed smile came to Eden’s pierced lips. “Um, yeah, I just couldn’t take seeing that damn thing every day and what it represented. But uh, please don’t tell anyone. I’d rather not learn what jail is like.”
May giggled. Before now, she wouldn’t have been surprised to learn Eden had been to jail, but now she was learning that was another misconception. The two kept talking. It was stilted at first. They were both quiet introverts, obviously, but it didn’t take long for the conversation to really start flowing. For the first time in her life, May found herself so at ease talking to someone else, even more than with Cleo on that couch a week ago. They shared a remarkable overlap of interests, bondage obviously one, but there were others too. Starting on the shallower end with how they were both anime dweebs who loved shows from the 80s and 90s, a topic brought on by May’s small manga collection on a nearby bookshelf. Though they did disagree on the eternal dub versus sub debate. Eden preferring the dubs, and May the clearly superior subs.
May had to concede in the playful argument that her own fluency in Japanese, along with three other languages, might make that an unfair conversation. Eden was so impressed with May’s linguistic skills, showering her with praise, the same praise May later showed Eden when she learned how the punk vigilante had helped on a number of eco-friendly civil engineering projects on the campus. Her professors had discovered how good she was, and kept asking her to assist, a real sign of her talent. That, in turn, had led to the two of them discovering that they shared a dream of working for the same international non-profit.
Words spilled freely from the two women from that point forward for hours. Eventually, the bondage, which had somehow been ignored for a long time, started to bother May, and Eden offered to set her free or at least re-tie her. Intrigued, May had chosen the latter, obviously. Eden’s work was cleaner, tighter, and somehow more comfortable. Mesmerized by her new obsession, this unconventional beauty sitting on her bed, May wondered how she had wasted so much time avoiding this person who felt increasingly like a second half of her.
Who knew where this would go, but May had never felt so connected to someone as she did that night talking with Eden, bound on her own bed in her underwear. Sex was not on the table, they needed to get to know each other more, that was clear, but at the end of the night, which turned out to be 4 a.m., as Eden finally fully liberated May from her bondage, something electric happened. Their faces came close, and May, seeing those metal pierced lips, couldn’t stop herself. She leaned in without hesitation. Her warm lips feeling the cold of rings, then the human softness behind. The perfect analogy for this fascinating woman she was only beginning to learn about. Eden returned the gesture. It was passionate, sloppy, and everything May could want. Shockingly cool hands wrapped around May’s head. It was funny how quickly one crush could vanish to another, more promising one.
4 months later.
May watched another funny video of a cat chasing a dog on Eden’s cracked phone, held above the cuddling pair. Eden stroked May’s short hair with her free hand while the other scrolled to the next short. May rolled slightly into Eden nuzzling her girlfriend’s shirt. The scent of cherries enveloping her. The two were laying on May’s bed once again. Eden in cut, dark jeans and a neon green and black shirt. May’s attire was a little less conventional. She currently was wrapped from ankle to neck in vet* wrap, minus two strategic cutouts of course at chest and crotch. Through black cotton, May gave a small nibble to the side of Eden’s otherwise unprotected breast.
“Hey!” Eden said laughing, “You ready to go again so soon?”
“Yeph!” May muffled into her lover’s chest. Eden tossed her phone aside, slipping her other arm from around May’s neck. The green and black haired woman rolling over and atop the mummified May. A familiar ball gag soon reentered May’s mouth. Then a click and the buzzing between May’s legs roared alive once more. Immediately, she groaned into the gag, her eyes closing shut.
May felt her arousal spike as her girlfriend’s piercings danced wonderfully across her chest. Cold but oh so desired hands constantly trading places, one controlling the wand, the other tracing across every part of May it could reach. May felt safe, loved, here under Eden’s control, more than anywhere else. Trust had built fast between the pair. Nothing was hidden between them. In only a few short months they had become two halves of the same. May loved her domme girlfriend, who took care of her and treated her with such loving tenderness. Eden was a gentle, sweet domme who only cared if May were happy, and happy she was. Theirs was a tale of two crushes, one foolish, misplaced, but the other a seed that had grown into a towering testament to love.