Emily must let her roommate, Jess, know that she is desperate for her bondage fantasy to come true. Scared that a direct confrontation would lead to Jess denying her own interest, Emily has to stage a convincing method to get Jess to admit to it…

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I pulled up next to the small apartment building in my old sedan. It was dark, the streetlights lit the way up the sidewalk to the front door. I shouldered my backpack from my backseat and locked my car, passing through the entrance. Heading upstairs to Jess’s and my room, I unlocked the door and walked inside.

It had been an incredibly long day. I was up at 5:00am to go to morning swim practice, then had class start right away at 8:00. I had afternoon practice at 4:00, which went until 7:00 that evening. After that I grabbed a quick bite in the cafeteria, went to the library and worked on homework for a long time. It was nearly midnight when I dropped my stuff on my desk, changed out of my day clothes and crashed on my bed.

I glanced over at the empty bed on the other wall. Jess wasn’t home yet. I sighed as I thought about her all alone in the computer lab, trying to get her project to work. She had been returning home well after 2 or 3 in the morning recently. Her computer science project was worth almost half her grade and she had picked an incredibly ambitious topic. I knew that she worked at least twice as hard on that project as I did with anything in my schedule so I usually just tried to support her through it. I had sent a text to her before I left the library, asking her if she would be home when I got back. I glanced at my phone and saw she had responded: ‘Sorry, I’m tied down with my project right now. Gonna be a couple more hours’.

I sighed and lay in bed, chilled as I thought about Jess. I realized I was cold and got up to look at the thermostat. It was the first really cold day of the year and the heater hadn’t been set up yet. I turned the thermostat to warm the room up, but I knew it would take a while to happen.

I turned away and began rummaging through my backpack, looking for a sweatshirt. The one sweatshirt I own was stuffed into the bottom, and as I pulled it out crumbs and bits of dust and dirt fell off. It had been stuffed there all summer. I flinched as I thought about wearing it, then tossed it in my wash bin.

‘Jess will have a sweatshirt I can borrow’ I thought to myself. We were always borrowing each other’s clothes, she wouldn’t mind. ‘But where does she keep them?’

I pulled out a bin from under her bed. We both kept our clothes in these little canvas containers under our beds. First bin didn’t have the sweatshirts, neither did the second. I finally found a sweatshirt folded up and I excitedly pulled it out. I threw it on and went to push the container back under the bed when something caught my eye.

Under the next stack of clothes, something metallic poked up. I frowned, wondering what it was in her sweatshirt drawer that would be metallic. I picked the stack of hoodies up and gasped.

Sitting on the bottom of the container, in all its metallic glory, was a pair of steel handcuffs. My eyes grew huge. ‘Why does Jess have this in here?’ I picked them up, realizing there was something else underneath them. It was a red ball gag.

My heart began to thump in my chest. ‘Jess likes bondage too?!!?’ A pair of handcuffs could be explained away as something else but a red ball gag… that could only mean bondage. I picked up the gag, holding the cuffs and the gag in opposite hands. I stared at them in amazement, unable to believe this was something Jess enjoyed.

Jess was one of the quietest, most reserved people I had ever known. Even after years of getting to know each other, she was still nearly as quiet as she was around strangers. She was focused, a model student, always put in extra work for all her classes… nothing had pointed to her being a secret bondage nut.

I stashed the cuffs and gag back in place and threw the clothes back on top of them. I shoved the bin back in place and jumped into bed, my mind racing. ‘I have to tell her’, I thought to myself. I had had hundreds of bondage fantasies throughout my life, starting when I was in highschool. I had always had to be content with tying myself up since I was mortified of someone discovering my fetish, but now… All I had ever wanted was to be tied up and left at the mercy of someone else. If I could only tell Jess, she could make it come true… but no, Jess would never admit to it. She would be embarrassed and claim someone else put them there, or that she didn’t know what they were. We had been friends for this long, she wouldn’t want something like that to come out. Ohhh, but I needed to tell her. All of my bondage fantasies flew through my mind, newly aroused.

I glanced back at my phone, thinking about sending Jess a text. ‘Sorry, I’m tied down with my project right now’ she had said. I chuckled to myself, oh the little kink! I started to write her a text in response but stopped. How could I tell her I found out about her secret? If she held it anyway at all like I hold my secret, she would be terrified to learn that her childhood friend had discovered her ‘perverted secret’. That's what I called it whenever I was tempted to tell someone I was dating. I called it that to prevent myself from telling them. Because that’s what they would see it as. A ‘perverted secret’. She must be living with the same fear that I am - that everyone would see her as a freak.

Jess would definitely be thinking the same way as I am. If she had kept it a secret for this long, she must be just as concealing of it as I am. Ohhh, but every moment I waited to tell her was another moment gone. My fantasies were so close to becoming reality, but still so far away.

I decided on a course or action. I would have to subtly tell her that I’m into the same kind of thing. How I would do that, I don’t know. But I definitely can’t tell her outright. I lay in bed for the better part of an hour trying to figure out how I would let her know. Of course, what if she didn’t respond well? What if I ruined our relationship just because of a fantasy I couldn’t contain? But all I could think about was her holding that pair of handcuffs, telling me to turn around and put my hands behind my back with a soft smile on her face. I had to let her know. I had to.

The next morning was the start of a weekend. I blinked my eyes heavily as I awoke, stretching my body. I looked over and saw Jess, fast asleep in her bed. She was twisted at a weird angle and her brown hair was blown up in a rats nest, her soft snores filling the room. I smiled to myself, thinking how could such an innocent goofball be a bondage nut like myself.

I got out of bed and made myself some breakfast in the other room, taking care to not wake Jess up. I had to go to swim practice at 9:00, so I got my stuff packed and got ready to leave. I decided to let Jess sleep in, even though she had asked me to wake her when I left. She really needed the sleep.

Jess and I had plans to meet for lunch with some other friends that afternoon. We all planned to share notes and have a study group since we had a test coming up. After swimming, I went up to the library to compile my own notes for the study session. At noon I walked down to the food court and sat down at the spot we all planned to meet.

Jess was the first person to show up. She greeted me and set her bags down before leaving to get her food. After she came back, she plopped down in the chair next to me and began eating.

“How was your morning?” I asked casually.

“It was fine”, Jess said in between mouthfuls. “Thanks for letting me sleep in”, she said with a warm smile.

I smiled back. “I figured you needed it.” I patted her on the back and she smiled again.

I tried to play it as casually as I could. All I could think about was what I had discovered last night. How was I going to tell her about my own feelings?

I reminded myself that nothing had changed. Jess was still the same Jess she had been before I found the gag and handcuffs, I just needed to keep reminding myself of that.

“Thanks for the text last night”, I said, hoping to go on and hint at what she had said about being ‘tied up’ with her work.

“No problem”, she said blandly, looking over her notes.

“So what were you tied up with?” I asked, pushing the topic.

“…my project?” Jess said, confused. “Why?”

“Oh nothing, just wondering what you specifically were tied up with…” I kept pushing the subject.

Jess turned in her chair towards me. “You know, my computer science project. The one I’ve been working on for the past month?” She gave me a weird look, her face saying ‘did you actually forget?’

I panicked. My hinting hadn’t worked and now she was suspicious. “Oh, uh. Yeah! That project. I knew that.” I felt the blood rush to my head as I realized how terribly I had tried to play it off. I waited, freaking out internally as to how Jess would react to my horrible escape from the conversation.

Jess smiled and laughed. I guess she thought I was joking with her, so I laughed too, and she went back to looking at her notes.

‘Oh my god what did you just do?!!?’ I thought to myself. ‘That was NOT subtle at all!’

One of the other students in our class arrived just then and started chatting with us, saving me from any more awkward conversations I might have had.

I left Jess alone for the next few days. I was rattled from my last attempt and really didn't want to mess it up. Sunday went past, followed by Monday, then Tuesday. On Wednesday I was presented with another chance to try to subconsciously mess with Jess. We were sitting in our engineering class and one of the other students, Amon, came and sat next to us. He had a roll of duct tape with him.

“Hey Jess, could you hold this piece on here for a sec?” He asked, setting a metal box down on the table.

“Yeah no problem.” Jess held the piece where he directed and Amon tore off a strip and secured the piece in place. He tore off a couple more strips and reinforced the piece.

“Thanks”, he said before returning to his work station. He left the tape on the table next to Jess.

I didn’t even hesitate. I reached across the table and tore a strip of tape off. Looking Jess in the eye, I pressed it against my mouth, giving me a fake ‘gag’.

“Mmm mm mmmnn mmph!” I said, playing up the effectiveness of the gag.

“What are you doing?” laughed Jess.

“Mmmm mm mmph!” I gestured to her with the roll of tape.

Jess giggled and took the roll from me. My palms were sweaty from my sudden, unexpected attempt to bring out the bondage hints. She tore a piece off and pressed it over her mouth like I had mine. We looked at each other with the fake gags in place, then burst out laughing in unison. We both tore the strips off and went back to work, chuckling to ourselves.

We both tore the strips off and went back to work, chuckling to ourselves.

‘Oh my god, it worked!’ I thought to myself, a wave of relief washing over me. As we laughed, I noticed Jess’s cheeks were a shade pinker than usual. My heart raced—was it just the tape, or was she actually blushing? I couldn’t tell if I was imagining it, but the possibility sent a thrill through me.

A small, nervous knot formed in my stomach. What if I was reading too much into this? What if her reaction had nothing to do with what I was hoping for? But then again, she had played along. She had even gagged herself. I couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope that she was taking my hints.

Encouraged by my latest success, I was hyped to try a third time before putting my plan into effect. The next day, when Jess and I were eating breakfast in our apartment, I remembered a photo I had seen on my phone earlier. I pulled my phone out and opened the image, passing it to Jess.

“What do you think of this drawing I saw?”

The drawing was a black-and-white charcoal sketch of a woman with windswept hair and a low-cut shirt. But the real reason I showed Jess was the choker collar around the woman’s neck and the blindfold strapped across her eyes. “I thought you would like it,” I said as casually as I could, though my heart pounded in anticipation.

I knew the photo was an obvious display of our kink in action, one that had turned me on the moment I saw it. I watched Jess’s face closely, searching for any sign of what she was feeling.

“That’s… interesting. Why is she wearing a blindfold?” Jess asked, her voice tinged with a hint of unease. I noticed a slight shift in her expression—was that discomfort? Or something else? My stomach tightened as I tried to read her.

“I don’t know, probably something symbolic. It’s probably a metaphor for life or something,” I said with a smirk, playing off the comment to hide my nervousness.

“Oh. That’s pretty interesting though. Very good drawing skills.” Jess laughed, but it wasn’t her usual laugh. It was a bit too high-pitched, a bit too forced. Was she trying to hide something? Maybe she was turned on by the photo too, and she didn’t want to admit it. Or maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see.

Despite my uncertainty, I was satisfied with what I had seen, deciding to not overthink it. Jess hadn’t dismissed the drawing outright, and that was enough for now. After three attempts to hint at my knowledge of her fascination with bondage, I felt ready to move on to the final stage of my plan. And luckily for me, the weekend was just around the corner.

I decided on Friday night for my final stage of getting Jess to admit her kink to me. All the things I had done was to subconsciously convince her to tell me that she enjoyed bondage when I committed to telling her. And what better way to tell her than to do it.

Friday night, I went back to our apartment early to get prepared. Normally I would be out studying until around midnight, but I wasn’t sure when Jess would finish working on her computer science project. She could be home anywhere from 10:00pm to 4:00am. So I scarfed down dinner and rushed into our bedroom at 7:30pm to get ready for when she eventually showed up.

I pulled the mattress off of my bed and reached under the box spring, feeling for the bag I had stashed there. Pulling it out, I open it to reveal a pile of neatly wrapped rope and several rolls of duct tape. This was my own bondage gear stash that I had put there when I went into college. I hadn’t gotten the chance to use it in the two years I had been there, but I knew I would get the chance eventually. And when I got the chance I would want to have it ready to go.

I quickly changed out of my daily clothing and decided to wear something that would hopefully make my self-bondage stand out. I pulled on a tight pair of black running leggings and a crop-top t-shirt. I figured it wasn’t too much, but it would complement the bondage well. I wanted Jess to notice the rope-work, even if she didn’t know what she was looking at.

I pulled out six coils of rope and a roll of duct tape. I had thought about what I was about to do all week. I had decided that a hogtie would be enough for Jess. I began by looping one of the coils around my ankles, binding them together. I frapped the coils tight, making sure there was no way I could accidentally slip out of the binds.

My hands shook as I wrapped another coil just below my knees. A third coil went just above my knees, completely binding my legs together. I pressed on, fully committing to my plan. I repeated my plan in my head over and and over again, reassuring myself that I had hinted enough to Jess to get her to admit her kink when she saw me like this.

The next coil was more difficult. I looped the rope around my upper body, alternating above and below my breasts. I left enough room for me to slip my arms into once I tied the ends off.

I slid my arms down into the loops, then began to frap my arms to my sides. I looped coils of rope in between my arms and my sides, then cinched them together to tighten my upper arms to my body. The nylon rope pressed into my skin, leaving indents into the flesh on my arms. Tying the ends off, I found my hands were shaking so bad that I couldn’t tie the ends. My breathing had escalated and my heart was beating out of my chest.

I had to take a break. I sat on the ground, halfway bound and getting ready to gag myself. My anxiety made me realize how massive of a decision I was making. Was it worth it? Should I be doing this to my lifelong friendship? Just so I could experience some actual bondage?

I thought long and hard before making up my mind. I knew I had prepared for this and I knew that Jess would admit her own feelings to me. She had to.

Taking a deep breath, I managed to tie the ends off for my chest tie. The final steps were to apply my gag, tie my hands and to secure the hogtie. I reached down with my limited upper body mobility and pulled one of my white socks off. I had been wearing it all day, and it was pretty smelly. But the idea of being bound and stuck with it in my mouth was too much. I shoved it in and grabbed the roll of duct tape, beginning to wrap it around my head.

I had gagged myself enough times to know what was needed to make sure my gag wouldn’t come off prematurely. I kept wrapping until half the roll was gone. The taste of the sock was already starting to get imbued into my drool as it began to dampen.

“Mmmnnnph!” I moaned, testing the effectiveness of the gag. I was very effective.

These last two steps are what sealed the deal. I was still at the point where I could turn back if I wanted. I rolled the fifth coil of rope into a loose loop, barely large enough for my hands to fit through. The sixth loop was just a super short length of rope. I looped this one around the middle of the wrist bonds and tied off the other end to my ankle tie. Now when I put my wrists in and then pulled against the hogtie, it would tighten the wrist loop permanently, locking my hands in place. Once I did this, I wouldn’t be able to escape on my own. I would have to wait for Jess to come home. No backing out. Jess would find out, no matter what.

I took a deep breath. I slipped my wrists into the loops and, squeezing my eyes shut, pulled against the hogtie. I felt the rope tighten around my wrists. The rope dug deeply into my wrists, the nylon cinching down. I tried to loosen it by doing the opposite of what I had just done. It didn’t loosen.

I held still for what felt like an hour. ‘Oh my god. I did it. Jess is gonna find out.’ I tested my gag again. An incomprehensible moan came from behind the tape, completely muffled by the gag. The sock was already soaked through and I tasted the foulness of it as it began to drain down my throat. I strained against my bondage, everything holding me tightly. My fingers scrabbled against the knot at my ankles, but they couldn’t find purchase on the slick nylon. I rolled over onto my stomach, pressing my face into the ground, trying to rub the gag off. The rope held my breasts tightly, making them pop out painfully as I pressed my body into the ground. I huffed through my nose, twisting against my bonds, trying to escape with every trick I could think of.

Nothing loosened.

It was too late. I had committed, and Jess was coming home.

I sighed into my gag and decided to enjoy my bondage a little. I wiggled around the room, bumping into things. Then I settled down in the center and began to think.

I started using the method of collecting myself that I used whenever I got stressed out. I would make a list of things in my control, and then a list of things outside of my control.

‘Things in my control… hmmm…’ nothing occurred to me. I was hogtied and gagged in bondage that was more than capable of holding me that way until Jess got back. ‘At least it’s kind of comfortable…’ it could definitely be worse. Nothing was going numb and nothing felt strained.

‘Things not in my control… well…’ a lot of things occurred. Jess was coming. Jess was going to discover my bondage. These were both facts that were now well outside of my control. I wiggled against my bondage, checking again to make sure that these were facts. They still were. ‘That’s crazy, it’s almost like I know how to tie someone up properly!’ I thought to myself in annoyance.

Minutes ticked by as I got more acquainted with my bondage. ‘Jess is going to admit her kink to me. She is going to admit it to me.’ The brightness behind the blinds slowly disappeared before being replaced by the soft glow of the electric street light. ‘She will get here and she will immediately realize what I’ve done. She will play along and we will have some amazing bondage adventures in the future. We will.’ The clock on my desk ticked on, slowly going from nine to ten to eleven pm. ‘She will, won’t she? I mean, she must react that way. She literally had a gag and handcuffs under her bed!’ My arms grew sore from the position they had been held in for so long. I constantly shifted my weight around, rolling onto my side to try to stretch my legs to some degree. ‘Ohhh, but what if she doesn’t admit it? What if she unties me and never says anything about her own fantasies?’ The sock in my mouth tasted as disgusting as ever. I tried to push it away from the back of my throat with my tongue but only got a happy dose of drool that had been sitting in the sock for the past three hours. ‘She’s gonna hate me. She’s gonna call me a freak and our friendship is going to end. Why did I do this?’ Everything added up as the hours took their toll. I began to struggle against my bonds again, hoping, praying I had made an error when I bound myself. The rope dug into my stiff, uncooperative limbs. My legs were sore from being hogtied for so long, my jaw was sore from the load stuffed inside my mouth, my hands hurt from being bound together so tightly. I cried out into my gag, hardly any sound escaping. I felt trapped. I was trapped. I was trapped from my own desires. Jess would show up at any minute and it would all come true…

At that moment, I heard a sound from the other room. I froze, my eyes widening as they darted about the dark room. I heard the sound of a door unlocking, then being pushed open from the main room. My blood pressure instantly skyrocketed, Jess would surely hear my heart beat from the other room. I began gasping for breath through my nose. This was it. This was where Jess’s and my friendship would end. All because I was a perverted little freak. Tying themselves up, what kind of sick person would do that? I resigned myself to my fate as I saw the light in the other room turn on under the doorway.

I pressed my head against the floor to try to see under the crack. I saw Jess’s Converses on the hardwood floor as she walked back and forth. I glanced at the clock, it was two am. I had been hogtied and gagged for six hours! Well, at least I would be getting out of this cramped prison soon.

I stayed silent, waiting for Jess to come to the ro on her own. I watched her walk into the kitchen, heard her open the fridge, then sit down at the table. I began to grow impatient as I heard the sounds of a video begin as Jess ate her nighttime snack.

I decided it was time. “MMMPPHHH!!” I shouted as loud as I could into my gag. I didn’t see any change in Jess’s position on the chair. I tried again, and she still couldn’t hear me. I thumped my legs against the floor, but she didn’t budge.

My anxiety grew even more at being forced to wait for her to come. I was already at her mercy, and she didn’t even know it yet. ‘Come on Jess, lets get this over with…’ I just wanted it to be over. I had waited long enough, just… UNTIE ME. PLEASE.

After what felt like another hour of helpless waiting, Jess finally stood up. I perked up and strained against my bonds one last time before I would be released. I say Jess walk back to the fridge, then back to the lightswitch. She flipped the lights off and I lost the view of her feet through the crack. I waited in anticipation for Jess to come and open the door and flip the light on. I couldn’t hear her footsteps, so I just lay, waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Why isn’t Jess here? Where did she go? Is he gone!?

The handle turned and the door creaked open. Jess was looking at her phone. She hadn’t seen me yet. She reached over and flipped the light on, blinding me for a moment.

“Oh my god Emily, what happened!?” Jess dropped her phone with a look of shock on her face. “Mmmnnnpphhh!” I mumbled through my filthy gag, grateful that she had finally decided to show up.

“Are you OK? Who did this to you?” Jess rushed towards me and kneeled down next to me.

“Mmm mmmpphh” I moaned, knowing it was no use.

“Why are you… tied up… like this… like, uhh, this is…” Jess gulped, suddenly uncomfortable. I twisted my body to look up at her. A sudden pang of hope fired through my head like a rocket. I could see the gears turning in her head as she took in what she was seeing. My hints throughout the week, and now the expert rope rigging I had done, would Jess connect the dots? ‘Oh please please please just admit it’ I practically shouted in my head.

“Emily, did… uhh… did you do this?” Jess asked slowly, her face flushing bright red.

I hesitated for only a split second. “Mmm hmm”, I moaned as I nodded my head. Jess stared at me, blushing up to her ears. I could see her debating in her mind what to do. Would she admit her kink? ‘PLEASE JUST ADMIT IT!’

Jess started as if she had been in a trance. “Here, let's get you untied. I don’t know why you would do something so foolish as this… I would have thought you were smarter than this…”

‘NO NO NO NO NO JESS JUST ADMIT IT PLEASE JESS’ I began to shout into my gag, struggling against my bonds. I had to get her to admit it.

“Come on Emily, stop. I need you to hold still so I can untie you.”

I began to cry. I laid still and let her untie my arms as tears flowed down my face. All that emotional build up, just for her to get embarrassed with me. Why? Why wouldn’t she just admit it? And I couldn’t talk to her because she hadn’t ungagged me yet!

I closed my eyes and sobbed into my gag. Jess undid my hogtie and then untied my wrists. Just as she began to work on my chest tie, she paused. She roxked backwards onto her knees and sat, looking at my pathetic bound body.

“Emily, did you do this… for me?” Jess forced the question out, like it was taking all her willpower to get her mouth to cooperate.

I froze. What did she just say? I vigorously nodded my head yes. ‘Is she going to admit it?’

Jess sat for another minute or so. I lay on the floor, partially bound, praying to whatever god is up there that she just admit it.

“Did… you… know?” Jess asked hesitantly. “Know about… my… fantasies?” I nodded my head with even more enthusiasm. Jess sat for an even longer time. I watched her closely as the flush slowly faded from her face. Eventually, she smiled that joyful soft smile I was so fond of. “Oh Emily, I’m so glad you told me!”

I shouted into my gag, filled to the brim with happiness. I rolled around, still partially bound, crying tears of joy. The emotional roller coaster had finally ended, and it had ended in victory.

“Whoa, don’t hurt yourself!” Jess laughed as I twisted my bound legs about. She suddenly became thoughtful. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, especially after you finally told me about how you feel.” Jess grabbed my legs and held them still, preventing me from wiggling about. I kept cheering into my gag, the muffled sounds making Jess laugh.

“Here, let’s make sure you can’t accidentally hurt yourself.” Jess suddenly flipped me over and held my arms behind my back. “You are OK with being rebound, right?”  I was shocked. Was Jess… wanting to tie me up? I nodded my head, then held still as Jess grabbed the coil of rope she had just removed and began tying it around my wrists. She tied it tightly and securely, even better than I could have. The girl was truly a bondage nut I realized. I murmured my excitement through my gag as she re-tied my hogtie, much tighter and more thorough. She secured my ankles up to my chest tie, making me arch my back slightly. I moaned into my gag in bliss, my previous body aches forgotten.

“There, you shouldn’t be able to hurt yourself like that, will you? How does it feel? Is it too tight?”

“Nnnhh mmmm” I said into my gag, my eyes shining. I tested my bonds and found she was just as knowledgeable in rope as I was, if not more. There was an even lower chance of me escaping these than there was of my self bondage job.

Jess stood up to study her bondage job. Pleased, she said, “Well, thanks for opening me up to this! I have so many fantasies stored in my mind…” Jess’s eyes drifted over to my bed where the roll of duct tape still lay. I had forgotten to stash it after I had gagged myself. “Actually, I can check off the first one now!” Jess reached over and grabbed the roll.

I watched her critically as she approached me, pulling the tape up to get it started. “Are you OK with me adding some more tape. Like, a blindfold?” Classic Jess, always worried that she would do something that someone else didn’t want her to do. I nodded my consent, and Jess squealed in excitement. She carefully started the tape on my temple, then wrapped it around my head, blindfolding me with four or five passes. I moaned into my gag as I felt Jess tear the tape off and press it down flat.

“How's that? Is it pulling on your hair?”

“Nnnn mmmph!”

“Awesome. It's just so… wow. I can’t believe I’m doing this tonight. It was just so sudden…” I smiled inwardly at Jess being her classic shy self. I moaned my contentedness through my gag, hoping she would take the hint.

“Well, If you’re fine with me going to bed…”

“Mmm Hmmm!!!!” ‘Yes, please go to bed! Leave me here bound and gagged and blindfolded at your mercy!’ I would have screamed if I hadn’t been gagged so tightly.

“Alright, well, sleep tight I guess!” I chuckled to myself at the ‘sleep tight’. I could only imagine it was on purpose. I heard Jess flip the light off and crawl into bed. I chose to wiggle and toss about on the floor, reveling in my bondage. I had never been at someone else’s mercy before: this was heaven for me. Every little dopamine receptor in my brain was firing.

I played with my bondage for at least an hour before I fell asleep. I was so excited that my plan had worked. And what I was even more excited about is that it had worked on my best friend. Now we were closer than ever.

When I finally dozed off, I noticed I had never heard the sound of Jess’s soft snores. She had stayed awake to watch me struggle. As I realized this, a pang of genuine affection struck me. I knew we were going to have the greatest time.