Melody scooped up the pair of dice and rattled them, back and forth in her hand for a few seconds. Swinging her hand out, she let go of the plastic cubes. They skipped and rattled across the surface of the coffee table for a short distance before coming to a stop. On the surface of one die were three black pips, on the other were five. “Eight!” She cried triumphantly, pumping her fist. “Beat that!”

Beside her, Melody’s close friend Bridget reached out and picked up the dice. She rolled, turning up a 6. Across the table, their roommate Sarah took her turn and rolled a nine, much to Melody’s chagrin. That left the fourth member of their group, Denise, who unluckily got a 4.

“It’s you Denise!” The other three teased, giggling. “Take it off!” With a quiet groan, Denise stood, grabbing the hem of her t-shirt. Reluctantly, she pulled it up over her head, revealing a light blue bra underneath. Stepping over, the young woman dropped the shirt on the couch where it joined a pile of clothes, including all of the girls’ socks, Melody and Sarah’s jackets and Bridget’s blouse. As Denise, flushing slightly at the cheeks, knelt beside the coffee table, Bridget grabbed the dice for the next round.

The four girls, all 20 or 21 years old, were roommates sharing a house near the small college they attended. Melody was a short, nerdy brunette with curly hair, glasses and freckles, working on a computer engineering degree. Bridget, in contrast was a tall amazon with long blonde hair woven into a braid which hung down nearly to her taut, perfect bottom, who had a soccer scholarship and was interested in health and nutrition, but despite this the two had been friends since Middle School and had come to college together.

There, the two had met Sarah and Denise when looking for a couple roommates to share the cost of renting the house. Sarah was short with dark hair highlighted in bright pinks, studying for a degree in Library Science. Denise was about average height but very curvy, with shoulder length red hair. She was an English major who was interested in writing novels. The two were girlfriends, as Melody and Bridget had quickly found out and quite kinky too. It hadn’t been long since the four had moved in together that the couple found ways to rope their new roommates into their enthusiastic bondage games.

It was a quiet Friday evening, nothing good on TV and a general lack of places to go in the sleepy college town meant the girls had been forced to find their own fun. In the typical fashion of bored youths everywhere, an innocent suggestion of a board game night had slowly morphed into a game of strip dice. The rules were fast and simple: everyone rolled the dice and whoever rolled the lowest had to take off one article of clothing.

“Ooh! Ooh! I’ve got an idea!” Sarah suggested, taking a pull from her beer. “If you lose all your clothes, you get tied up and gagged the rest of the evening!” It was several rounds later. All of the girls had, by that point, lost their shirts and Denise and Bridget had respectively, lost their shorts and skirt as well. This proposal was, unsurprisingly, passed unanimously by the others, who were well into their own beers, not the first of the evening, by that point.

Sitting beside her girlfriend, Denise chimed in. “Why not make it the whole weekend? No one’s got any better plans, right?” In their inebriated state, the others couldn’t see any problems with that and it was voted unanimously as well. The game was temporarily put on pause while Sarah ran to the room she and Denise shared. She returned a minute later bearing a large cardboard box which had, written on it in ornate, colorful markers: “The Big Box of Bondage!”

With the threat of bondage hanging over them if they lost, the four girls returned to the dice and rolled. In the span of three or four roles, Sarah and Melody were stripped down to their underwear, then Bridget lost the next roll.

“Take it off, Bridget!” The other three teased. Bridget blushed, hesitating as she reached for the strap of her large white bra. Of the four, she was the most uncomfortable with nudity in their games, but under the peer pressure from her roommates, she unclasped the strap. The others groans as she immediately pulled an arm across her ample chest, keeping them from getting a good look as she stood and walked over to the couch, dropping the garment onto the pile ceremoniously, before returning to her spot at the table.

When her turn came to roll next, Bridget picked up the dice with some trepidation, both because she was still trying to protect her tits from the leering gazes of the other girls, and because with only her skimpy white panties to protect her, she was one bad roll away from getting roped up for the next two days.

“Four! Oh no!” She exclaimed in disappointment as she rolled. Despite her fervent hopes, none of the other girls rolled a 2 or 3. The other girls exchanged excited grins. They had their first loser of the night and the first one to get tied up.

“Highest roller ties her up?” Melody suggested. That would be, in this case, Denise who eagerly agreed. Bridget nodded reluctantly as well, since it meant she wouldn’t be tied up by Sarah who liked putting her captives in especially strict bondage. Denise, on the other hand, usually preferred the role of sub in games with her girlfriend and was considered, of the four, to be a big softie when it came to tying up her friends.

Slowly, Bridget stood up, keeping one arm firmly across her chest. She turned to present her side to the other girls as her free hand awkwardly tugged down her panties until they dropped to her ankles. Keeping her legs crossed as much as possible, she bent hurriedly and scooped them up, running over to toss them on the pile. As she came back, she kept her second hand placed across her crotch, delaying full exposure as long as possible, to the theatrical groans of annoyance from the other coeds.

Denise, meanwhile, had also risen and gone to the Box of Bondage. Digging in, she took out a couple hanks of soft cotton rope. Untangling one of them, she walked over to Bridget and, with her free hand, waved it in a circular motion. “Turn around and cross your hands.” The other girl rotated in place and presented her wrists to be bound. Denise folded the rope in half and slipped the bight around Bridget’s wrists, pulling the free ends through the loop. She tugged this snug and started wrapping the remaining rope around the wrists two…three times, followed by a quick cinch and knotted the whole thing off.

As Bridget explored her bonds, twisting her hands this way and that and tugging at the ropes, finding them tight and inescapable, Denise took the second length of cord and knelt, swiftly tying Bridget’s ankles with the same quick efficiency.

“Hey!” Bridget complained as Denise’s hands went to give the tall blonde’s taut bottom a couple playful spanks.

“Sorry Bri’...” Denise said, giggling. “But how could I resist with this tempting target right in front of me!” She and the other two girls giggled as the tightly bound Bridget squirmed and twisted in a futile attempt to escape the rain of spanks which bounced off her bottom. As Bridget continued to complain, Denise hopped to her feet. “I’ve got just the thing for that…” She dug into the box of bondage and pulled out a silicone rubber bitgag with a head harness. Bridget pouted as she saw the other girl approaching, gag in hand, but obediently opened her mouth when ordered so the bit could be forced between her teeth and strapped in place.

Denise guided her captive back to the coffee table, via short hops. Melody and Sarah teased and giggled, enjoying the fact that, with her hands now tied behind her back, there was nothing Bridget could do to hide her hot, naked body from them. Denise pushed Bridget down, to her knees and knelt behind her. With one final short length of rope, Denise tied the bonds on Bridget’s wrists and ankles together, roping her into a loose, kneeling hogtie.

While Bridget squirmed, enjoying the feel of her bondage, the other three returned to the game, to see who would be next to join her. In the next two rounds, Melody and Denise both lost their bras. Topless and tense, they threw the dice, wondering if they were about to end up captured.

“Yes!” Sarah cried triumphantly. Her ‘10’ beat Melody’s ‘7’ which meant she’d be the one to tie up Denise, who had only rolled a ‘4’. Denise, rather more daring than Bridget, rose to her feet and, smiling with good grace in defeat, yanked down her skimpy thong, throwing it onto the couch, then struck a pose, completely nude, for the other two girls still in the game and Bridget, hogtied nearly. The other girls giggled and whooped excitedly.

Sarah, eager to tie up her girlfriend, sprang eagerly to her feet and ran to the box of bondage. She dug out a well-worn leather collar and a set of matching cuffs, along with a short chain and a couple small padlocks. The first was soon buckled tight around Denise’ neck, the second on her wrists. Sarah attached the chain to a D-ring at the rear of the collar, then pulled her captive’s hands up, behind her back and locked them to the chain with the padlocks, forcing her into a sort of ‘reverse prayer’ position.

Returning to the box, Sarah got out a pair of leather straps. Leading Denise over to where Bridget knelt, Sarah helped the second captive of the evening down onto her knees and strapped each leg folded against itself, thigh to calf, leaving her frogtied. The last item she grabbed from the box was a leather hood. As it had no built in gag, Sarah paused by the pile of clothes on the couch and grabbed the two crumpled pairs of panties, Bridget’s and Denise’s. Balling them up, Sarah walked back and stuffed both into the coed’s mouth. Before she could spit her gag out, the hood was pulled over Denise’ head, covering everything but her eyes and nose, and was laced tight.

As Sarah knelt back at the table, she bore a confident expression. All she would have to do was roll higher than Melody and her three roommates would be her bondage playthings for the whole weekend! By contrast, Melody would need to beat her twice in a row to do the same. She scooped up the dice and rolled them. A six. Melody picked them up and rolled. Seven.

With a sight of frustration, Sarah took off her bra, revealing a pair of small, but perky breasts, giving it a toss in the direction of the couch. She wasn’t quite so confident, as Melody got ready to roll again. The two tied up girls watched intently. Everyone knew this last die roll would determine who of the two would be joining them in bondage and who would get the pleasure of teasing and tormenting them the whole weekend long.

Melody let the dice go. As they rolled to a stop, she let out a loud groan. She’d gotten a 3. Her confidence returned, Sarah picked up the dice. She’d won this one! With that roll, there was no way Melody could avoid ending up in her ropes. Excitedly, Sarah threw the dice…

“Snake Eyes!” Sarah screamed aloud. Across from her, Melody whooped loudly in triumph. Nearby, Bridget grunted excitedly, relieved she wouldn’t be spending the whole weekend at Sarah’s tender mercies, while Denise mmpphh’d apologetically to her girlfriend. On the table, the two dice each showed a single black pip. Snake Eyes. Sarah had rolled a two and Melody had won the game and won the three of them for the weekend.

Eyes wide with disbelief, Sarah stood and slowly stripped out of her panties, standing completely naked as Melody went to the box of bondage. From inside, she fetched another collar, a ballgag and an armful of rope. Dropping the lot on the coffee table, she gestured to Sarah and gave an imperios order. “Arms behind your back!” As the game was now over, Melody took her time tying Sarah up. The coed had her hands lashed together, palm to palm, then her legs at the ankles and knees. The collar was buckled tight around Sarah’s neck and the large ballgag shoved between her teeth and strapped in tight.

Melody helped Sarah hop over and sat her down next to her girlfriend. The two captives exchanged excited “mmpphh’s” as Melody went and fetched some more rope. One of those was run from the front O-ring of Sarah’s collar to her tightly bound knees. As the rope was pulled on, the young woman was forced to bend over, until her thighs were pressed up against her chest. Melody finished with one last rope from Sarah’s bound wrists to her ankles, roping her into a tight ball.

Melody stepped back, setting her hands on her hips and admired the scene that lay before her. Her three friends sat on knelt on the ground in front of her, naked and helpless. She grinned. They were all hers for the whole weekend! They looked up expectantly as well, wondering what lay in store for them at their captor’s hands.

“Well…” She said aloud, grinning. “What shall I do with you three first?”