Rylie spends her days drawing bondage art for people online. However, one commission she receives seems a little too close to home…

This story contains plenty of nonconsensual bondage, so just a warning before continuing! In real life, always perform consensual bondage.

Rylie sat at her desk in her room, working on her latest commission. She was almost done with it, it had taken her almost 20 hours to complete. It was 2am on a Friday night (or Saturday morning, however you look at it) and Rylie had decided to finish the drawing no matter how long it took her. With school taking up most of her week, she had a hard time fitting in filling the commissions. This one she had spent the entire week on. Finally, it was almost finished.

The drawing consisted of a slender girl laying on a couch, bound with lengths of rope. Above her stood a more mature and older woman, menacingly holding a large red ball gag in her hands. The woman was wearing a black latex suit and heels. Her hair was jet black and she wore makeup of the same color. The commissioner had paid Rylie $250 for this specific work, and Ryle was happy to take it. Nothing too explicit, but spicy enough to turn her on as she worked.

Rylie was a senior in high school. She was one of the oldest in her grade, she had turned 18 early in the year. Despite her age, she was a very small person. Close to 5 feet and five inches, 140 pounds, and skinny. She was extremely pretty, she had blemishless skin, beautiful facial features and curly blonde hair. She wore a pair of black leggings and a cropped sweatshirt, showing off her legs and chest. Her slender arms brushed back and forth as she drew, occasionally tucking a curl of shiny blonde hair behind her ear. She wore a pair of large glasses that made her look like an innocent schoolgirl, not someone who was a closeted kink and made a ton of money from drawing people’s fantasies.

In Rylie’s mouth was a large red ball gag, identical to the one she had drawn on the character. It had straps that harnessed about her head, securing it tightly in her mouth. The gag held a wad of her socks behind it, filling her mouth with noise-dampening cloth. Every now and then a drip of drool dribbled down over her chin. She liked to draw things gagged, it helped her stay turned on when she went on extremely long drawing sessions. To help her stay stimulated, she had placed a small vibrating egg in her… ‘private’ place that she had left on low. Nothing close to what could get her to orgasm, but enough to keep her aroused. In addition to this, she had bound her legs together in rope, looping sections around her ankles, calves, thighs and knees. Rope was wrapped around the soles of her feet with small eggs secured to the bottoms to further stimulate her. Rylie was extremely ticklish, so having the eggs set to the lowest possible setting on the bottoms of her feet gave her amazing feelings.

Rylie threw the finishing touches on the piece, then sat back admiring it. Her critical eye passed over it, looking for any mistakes that she had missed. Satisfied, she leaned back in her chair, stretching out. She looked at the art from a different angle now, looking at it as a complete piece. Without looking for problems, she was able to fully admire her work. She sat back up and set about sending it to her commissioner. After she sent it with a little note, she uploaded it to her account. Hopefully she would get more people to commission her if they looked at her drawing.

Rylie looked at her drawing as the view count slowly started ticking up. As she examined her drawing one final time before she was going to go to bed, she noticed something she hadn’t seen before. Looking at the girl who was tied up in her drawing, she noticed that it kind of resembled Rylie. She had blonde hair, was on the smaller side and wore glasses. She hadn’t noticed it before but it seemed a lot like herself. Twisting her bound legs under her chair, she leaned closer, looking at her art in a new light. She quickly called up the conversation she had had with the commissioner to see exactly what they had requested. They had requested a short, young, slender girl with blonde hair and glasses. ‘Oh well’ she thought to herself. ‘Its just a coincidence. The number of commissions I’ve done, it was bound to happen eventually.’

Rylie closed her program, plunging her room into darkness. She sat in the dark quietly for a moment, enjoying her bondage and gag. The eggs continued vibrating away, keeping her stimulated. She decided she would turn them up to have a little fun before she went to bed. She retrieved the remote from the top drawer of her desk and, as she was about to turn them on, somebody suddenly grabbed her from behind.

Rylie squealed into her gag in shock, startled. Her hands flew up to try to remove the hand pressed over the top of the red ball in her mouth, but the owner of the hand was much stronger than Rylie was. Rylie tried to jump up out of her seat but her legs tied together got caught under her chair and she instead fell forward into her desk. The assailant grabbed her around her waist and pulled Rylie out of her chair and roughly onto the ground. Rylie cried out for help, but the gag she had put in her own mouth dampened the sound to nothing more than a whimper. She tried kicking at the person, but her legs were bound tightly together by her own ropes.

Her attacker began to wrap rope around Rylie’s wrists which had been pulled back behind her. Rylie struggled, but her small body was no match for the powerful attacker.

“Thanks for making this easier for me!” her attacker whispered happily as Rylie kept twisting her body to try to escape. “You tied yourself up most of the way, and you even gagged yourself!”

Rylie fought as hard as she could, but there was nothing she could do. In a minute, the attacker had bound Rylie’s wrists and elbows together, painfully pulling her shoulders back. She had also wrapped a rope around the coils binding her ankles and pulled them up to her neck, putting her into a tight hogtie. If Rylie pulled against it, the rope around her neck would tighten, choking her.

“Mmmph!” Rylie yelled through the socks underneath her ball gag. As her attacker stood up, Rylie rolled over onto her side to see who had tied her up. When she looked, she stared in horror at the tall, mature woman wearing a black latex suit. She had on black lipstick and eyeliner that matched her jet-black hair. She instantly recognized the woman from the drawing she had just completed mere minutes ago.

“MMMPPH!”

The woman laughed. “I figured you would recognize me! Glad we’re familiar with each other now… Rylie.”

“MMMMMMM!!!”

“Thanks for the artwork! I’ll make sure to give you a big… tip for that.” The woman looked over at Rylie’s desk. “Hey, what's this?” She approached the table and picked up a small remote that she immediately knew what it did. The woman smiled. “Oh, you naughty girl!” She didn’t hesitate to flip the remote up to the highest setting.

Rylie jerked on the floor as all three eggs, one in her sex and the other two on the bottoms of each of her feet, went up to their maximum. She cried into her gag as her feet were mercilessly tickled and as she felt herself get sent straight into a climax. The woman watched in glee as she subjected Rylie to this torture, watching her struggle as she tried to remove the eggs. As the end of her climax washed off, Rylie was left twitching on the floor, laughing and crying mutely into her gag, struggling to remove the eggs from her bare feet.

“Alright, I think you’ve had enough fun for now. Let's get you packed up.”

The woman lowered the intensity of the eggs, then set about getting Rylie ready for the ride. She pulled out a large duffel bag and carefully slid Rylie inside. Before zipping it up, she placed earplugs into her ears and dropped a blindfold over her eyes. Rylie kept crying out for help, pleading with the woman to let her go, but she couldn’t hear her own pleas. The woman zipped the bag up and Rylie felt herself get lifted up. She was carried for some time before a solid thump dropped her into the trunk of a car. Rylie’s body was already aching from the tight hogtie she was in as she kept crying into her gag, unable to move or remove the blindfold or earplugs. She distantly heard the thump of the trunk slamming shut, and she struggled around inside the duffel bag. The bag had straps on the outside that had been cinched down, further restricting Rylie’s movement.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, the eggs suddenly jumped back up to the maximum setting. Rylie squealed, flopping about in the trunk trying to escape her torture. As she was launched headlong into yet another climax, she felt the car start moving. She knew the woman had been watching her for a long time, so she knew that whatever was coming for her wasn’t going to be good.