After Jess admits her fascination with bondage, her personality begins to change. She goes from a quiet, passive person to a much more dominant, forceful being. This means that for Emily, Jess’s brand new sub, she will have to learn how to be handled much more aggressively, especially when she finds herself tied up at the hands of the ‘new’ Jess.
I was sitting in the center of my bed, my legs crossed and my head propped up by my hands, playing with a length of nylon rope. Jess stood in the center of my bedroom, preparing for our bondage session that was about to begin.
In the three weeks that had passed since Jess and I had revealed our bondage secrets to each other, we had enjoyed several bondage episodes together. Pretty much every night, Jess would tie me up in some way for an hour or so, letting me enjoy the feeling of being restrained and at the mercy of someone else. It had ramped up even more since she had finished her computer science project: basically any free time we had would be spent with each other in some bondage-related activity. I sighed to myself: everything had worked out. Jess’s and my relationship was as strong as ever.
“Emily, you ready?” Jess asked happily after finishing her preparations.
I sat up and dropped the short length of rope I had been tying and untying knots in. “Never been more ready in my life!”
I stood up and walked to the center of the room. I was wearing a pink t-shirt and short spandex shorts. I pulled my shirt off to reveal a black sports bra. Jess’s eyes glittered when she looked at my body, her face filled with excitement. “You look amazing, as usual…”
“Awwww, thanks!” I blew a kiss to her, and she winked. In the past three weeks, Jess had changed. She was way more confident and much less passive. When she spoke, she spoke with authority, rather than having a layer of apology underneath her words like she had for the longest time. “So, what’s planned for today?” I asked excitedly.
“You’ll see!” Jess responded equally excited. I wiggled in anticipation, I loved it when she wouldn’t tell me what was in plan. Recently, she had taken to planning our bondage sessions, and she liked to sprinkle in a ‘twist’ here and there. I loved it. “Now, cross your arms behind your back.”
I turned around and obliged, letting her wrap the coils of rope around my wrists. She bound them together, crossed, then frapped the coils even tighter. The familiar feel of the nylon rope against my skin turned me on. Jess tied off the rope and picked up another coil. I stayed silent as she began a chest harness, letting her tighten the rope as much as she wanted. I had never thought about it, but she had told me she had practiced rope-work on herself a ton. She knew exactly how tight something had to be to simply restrain someone, comfortably restrain them, tightly restrain or numbingly restrain. She had practiced all four levels on me in the past three weeks and I had seen just how much of an expert she was.
Jess finished the chest harness with wraps of rope above and below my breasts, over either shoulder and around my waist. She spun me around and began working on my arms again. I gasped audibly as she gripped my wrists and pulled them up sharply, pinning my hands to my upper back. The intensity of her action threw me off guard, but I grinned at the initiative Jess was taking. She tied my forearms to the backside of the chest harness, then bound my upper arms to the sides of the chest harness, comfortably frapping everything tight. In no time, Jess had put me in a strict (but comfortable) reverse prayer tie with some… ‘aesthetically pleasing’ chest bondage. She sat down on the bed
“That’s actually impressive though…” I told her, testing the ropes a little. Everything was tied beautifully, it all was symmetric and tight against my body, the rope digging down into my flesh and making my body pop.
“I’m not done yet!” Jess laughed, pulling me back towards her by a length of rope that I realized she had tied around my neck. I squirmed a little as she pulled me by the collar she had tied around my neck, but I walked back across the room towards her.
“Kneel down”, Jess instructed me. I followed her order, excited for what else she had planned for us. She sat down on the floor next to me with another coil of rope and began tying my lower body. She performed the same tightness and style of tying on my bare ankles, knees and thighs, frapping everything tightly together. When she finished, she playfully pushed me over onto my side, leaving me to flop about on the floor. I laughed, reveling in the feeling of being at Jess’s mercy. She could do anything she wanted to me right then and I would have no way to defend myself. But I trusted her. She would be good to me, no matter what.
Jess laughed and grabbed another coil of rope. She looped it in between my ankles and pulled them up towards my chest harness, pulling me into a hogtie. I liked the way it was going, and so I wiggled about in some fake struggling. Seeing me struggle, Jess said, “Oh, if you’re going to fight, I should make this a little tighter!” With that she pulled my ankles even further up towards my chest harness.
I gasped in discomfort as my back arched from Jess pulling my feet up. She kept pulling further and further, making me strain against my bonds so that Jess wouldn’t make it hurt. She tied off my ankles to my chest harness and stepped back to observe her work. My head was pulled up in the air to get my chest as close to my legs as I could. It was the most restrictive tie I had ever been put in.
“Wow, that’s kind of… ahhh… tight Jess”, I said in between breaths, testing my mobility. It was incredibly reduced. “Yeah this is really, really tight Jess. I can’t move at all, not even… ahhh… I can’t move anything!” With that I wiggled extra-aggressively and managed to tip over onto my side. I struggled to sit back up, but nothing I could do would get me back up.
“Yeah! Do you like it?” Jess sat down on the bed again, bouncing her foot on her leg. She chewed on her fingernail with a happy smile on her face.
“Yeah, this is great! It’s just, it’s kind of rough… I actually can’t move at all.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to learn to move!”
“What? Why?”
Jess held up the end of the rope that was wrapped around my neck and smirked.
“Oh Jess, I don’t know if I can…”
“Lets push your limits a little! You say you can’t but you haven’t tried yet!”
“I mean…” I wiggled against my bonds again. Nothing hurt, it was just super uncomfortable. And Jess was right, I probably could move if I really tried… “Yeah, OK.”
Jess laughed. “I thought you would say that.” With that, she began pulling on the rope around my neck. I wiggled and twisted my restricted body in the direction she was pulling, making little progress. It was progress, just very little. After a while, I found that pushing with my toes one way, then flopping my body the other way would give me the most distance, even being stuck in a super restrictive hogtie, tipped over onto my side. After maybe five minutes of struggling, I made it to the bed. I stopped with my head positioned right over Jess’s bare feet.
“Hey! You made it!” Jess stood up and gave me a round of applause. I smiled, but didn’t really mean it on the inside. Getting to Jess was hard. My body was sore from the tightness of the tie and my neck felt exposed from having a rope around it. Jess had occasionally increased the tension, giving me the feeling of being choked. Of course it was nowhere near tight enough to do so, but it freaked me out. I hadn’t realized that Jess wanted to push it this far.
“Hey Jess, I think I’m done for the day”, I said, out of breath. Jess stopped her pacing around the room.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’m kind of worn out. That was fun of course, just… not really feeling it today I guess.”
Jess looked crestfallen. “I had a whole bunch more stuff planned…”
“Hey, we can do it some other time, OK? I’m just not really in the mood right now.” I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but I was finished. My body was stressed and I knew it wouldn’t be as much fun for me for much longer.
Jess looked at me for a long moment, her eyes flicking from the ropes binding my body to my face. I could see her wrestling with something. She opened her mouth to say something, then hesitated, her brow furrowing. Her fingers twitched slightly, as if debating whether to continue or to release me.
For a brief second, a chill ran through me. The ropes around my wrists and ankles suddenly felt much tighter, and I realized just how little control I had in this situation. Jess could do anything she wanted right now, and there wasn’t much I could do to stop her. I trusted her, but the look in her eyes was unfamiliar—like she was considering something I wasn’t sure I wanted.
But just as quickly as it came, it was gone. “Alright, let’s get you untied”, she said, covering up her disappointment.
Jess walked over and undid the hogtie, then released my arms. She let me untie my own lower body as she watched, sitting on the bed with her knees pulled up to her chest. As she watched me, she seemed to be holding something in. I couldn’t tell what it was. Regret, anguish, frustration, disappointment? I couldn’t tell how she felt. I just hope it wasn’t anything against me.
About a week later, the awkward episode forgotten, Jess asked me about something she said she had been dreaming about for a while.
“I want to do some public bondage”, she told me over breakfast in our apartment.
I looked up from my bowl of cereal. “What?”
Jess looked at me a little sheepishly. “I want to do some public bondage. You know, like wearing a rope harness or something under your clothes in public. Or a collar, or maybe a gag underneath a face mask…” Jess trailed off, unsure of what I would think of it.
“Well, that just sounds awfully risky-”, I began.
“Yeah, but we would do it safely. As hidden as possible. I just want to, you know, get a little thrill!” Jess seemed so enthusiastic about her idea, I was already wanting to just go along with it.
“Well, how much stuff would we be talking about?” I probed further.
“Well, I was thinking about a body harness, and if you’re up to it, maybe a small hobble? Just a short rope between your thighs that can be hidden by a skirt or something…” she trailed off again, almost embarrassed. I have to admit, as uncomfortable as it made me feel to think about practicing my kink in public, it turned me on. Having a rope sliding in between my legs as I walk around, forcing me to take small steps made me feel sooo turned on.
“I mean, it sounds fun. I just don’t want to accidentally… you know, leak our secret.”
“Yeah, but if we do it right, it would stay a secret. It would just be for the experience, you know?”
“Yeah…” Jess had already changed my mind. It did sound like an amazing experience. And she mentioned a potential gag too…It all sounded amazing now! “Yeah, I think we can probably try it out”, I said, nodding my head and making up my mind.
We planned to try out the idea the next day. We would give it a shot at lunch during our engineering class’s study group. Before leaving, I stripped down to my underwear and bra again to let Jess tie a body harness on me. She made everything uncomfortably tight, so that I couldn’t get used to it and forget about it.
“I’m gonna make sure you remember you’re wearing this, OK?” Jess asked me as she began tying.
“Perfect, that’s the thrill, right?”
She tied each of my breasts into perky little balloons, tied a pseudo-corset around my midsection and gave me a tight crotch rope. She tied a large knot in the crotch rope right over my sex, saying it would keep me ‘simulated’ while we walked around. She also tied a hobble about halfway up my thighs. I would have to walk with most of the movement coming from my knees and down so I could walk with it in place. My thighs still rubbed each other a ton, making the knot over my sex rub up and down. The smooth nylon felt rough under the tension against my sex, and I knew I would never be able to grow comfortable with it.
Before I put my clothes back on, Jess confronted me one last time. “When we’re out there in public, I want you to listen to what I tell you, OK?”
I frowned, unsure of what she meant. “What do you mean?”
“Since this is one of our bondage episodes, that means we should be in our roles. Right?” She looked at me as if this should’ve been obvious.
“Oh! Well, I guess, if that’s how you want to do it…” I had forgotten about Jess’s role in this. “Sorry, I kind of forgot about you getting enjoyment out of this. I just got caught up with the idea…” I trailed off, feeling kind of bad.
“No you’re OK! Just, you agree to listen to me?” Jess smiled reassuringly, her face asking me to trust her. Of course I trusted her. I would always trust her.
“Yeah, of course I’ll listen!”
Jess drove us to the cafeteria. I sat in the back seat (by her request), fidgeting with my ropes. My breasts were beginning to hurt from the tightness Jess had tied them, and the crotchrope already felt like it was rubbing into my body. The corset made me hold my body up straight so it wouldn’t tighten in any weird spots. Jess really knew what she was doing. There was no way I was going to forget I was bound underneath my clothes. Speaking of my clothes, Jess had picked out a schoolgirl outfit of all things. I wore a white blouse with blue plaid accents and a red kerchief. She had picked out a matching blue plaid skirt and knee-high black socks. I wore black ballet flats, completing the schoolgirl outfit. The rope around my thighs hobbling me would be covered up by about 5 inches when I walk around. When I sit down, I would have to pinch my legs together super tight to keep the hobble from being viewable.
“Jess, why did you make me wear this? It could reveal the rope on the bottom…” I practiced the way I would need to sit to keep it hidden.
“I told you to listen to me the whole time, right?”
“Yeah, but this is gonna be embarrassing…”
“I brought a ball gag that I can give you for this if you want to keep talking.”
“OK, if you say so…” I looked out the window in thought. She brought a ball gag to threaten me with… when did Jess become so overbearing? I sighed. This was her way to enjoy the experience, and my way was the ropes. So I shrugged it off as Jess living her fantasy.
We arrived at the campus, but a long way from the cafeteria. “Jess, why are you parking all the way out here? It’s like a half mile to the food court…”
“We can walk”, Jess said simply. She got out of the car without another look. I carefully stepped out, taking care to keep the hobble rope hidden. I started walking with Jess, and I already knew the rope was going to be hell for me. Every step I took had to be small and I felt like I was swinging my calves to make full steps. The hobble around my thighs was sliding back and forth, already starting to rub my legs raw. The crotch rope was shifting up and down a lot more than I had thought it would. I was very stimulated and I knew that if it kept going, something that I did NOT want to happen in public might,
“Hey Jess, can we slow down?” I asked casually. I realized that she had set a super hard pace and was striding out in front of me.
“No.” She didn’t even look back. Her seriousness was off-putting.
“What do you mean ‘no’?”
Jess slammed on the brakes and spun around. “I told you to listen to me, right?”
“We- well, yeah, but-” I stammered
“Since that’s the case, no. We aren’t slowing down.” She spun back around and resumed her pace.
Why was Jess acting like this? This wasn’t her. Her dominant side was taking control of her. ‘Do I say something?’ I thought to myself. ‘Jess will listen if I tell her I want to back out, right?’ one side of my brain said.
‘Yeah, but she was so excited to do this challenge, she would be upset’, another side of my brain said. ‘Your way of enjoying this is with that crotch rope, her way is acting the dominant part. Just enjoy yourself, have fun with the stimulation in public, and let Jess do her thing!’ I decided to listen to the second argument that my brain made. I jogged to catch up to Jess, the knotted rope having a hay-day on my crotch and the hobble tugging back and forth.
When we got to the food court, we sat down at the table. We were about ten minutes early, which we planned on. “Stay right here”, Jess instructed, “I’m gonna go get our food.” Jess left and I was sitting alone at the table, fidgeting my body from the body harness digging into my skin. I crossed my legs, then put them back to normal, trying to find a comfortable way to let the ropes sit. I pulled my skirt down to hide the ropes, then tugged at it again uncomfortably to be sure they were hidden.
Jess came back with our food and I started eating. “Why don’t you get out your notes?” Jess asked me casually. “They should be getting here soon.”
I leaned down to reach my bag underneath the table and gasped, straightening back up. Two things had happened. One: the crotch rope had tightened and the massive knot had slid the entire length of my crotch, and two: Jess had tied the frontside of the crotch rope to the chest part of my body harness. It had cinched the two loops around each of my breasts down painfully, making them perk out even more. I had to shift my whole upper body to loosen them back to the (already tight) position they had been before.
I looked at Jess in shock and was met with a massive grin. She knew what she had done and wanted to see my reaction.
“Jess!” I started. “Why did you-”
“Ah ah ah”, she wiggled her finger at me. “Go get your notes.” Her smile had vanished from her face, replaced by a deadpan seriousness I had never seen before.
I hesitated. “Jess, what’s gotten into you?”
Jess stared at me blankly. “You agreed to listen, right?”
“Yeah, but this seems over the top. I thought we were going to have fun, not do this weird…” I lowered my voice, “dom-sub thing.”
Jess lowered her voice too. “Remember how I said I want to enjoy this from my side?” Jess asked. “I can’t see you tied up, so watching you blush and fidget is what I get to enjoy.” She took a deep breath, reverting back to her normal self. “That moment where you realized I had tied you like that, it was priceless. I loved it. So… could you please do this for me? Just play along?” This insight into the old Jess relieved me. She was just putting on a show so she could enjoy it. But… the ropes hurt. They were already digging in and when I leaned down, the tightness actually hurt. But then again… the way Jess had asked me to go with it… This was her way of enjoying it. The way she had explained it made sense to me.
“OK… just… try to be nice, OK? I didn’t like the forcefulness. Just tone it down a little?”
Jess nodded, as if realizing what she had done. “I’m sorry. I’ll relax a little, OK?” She looked at me reassuringly and smiled. I smiled back, glad to have the old Jess return.
“Now, go pick up your notes”, Jess said in a much softer tone. Looking in her face, I could tell she felt bad for the way she had treated me. I relented and nodded at her softly, then slowly leaned over and picked up my notes, shrugging off the feeling of the shifting ropes underneath the schoolgirl outfit she had insisted I wear.
Over the next week, I kept thinking back to the way Jess had been during our public bondage episode. She had been so… dominant, like she didn’t care what I had to say to her. I didn’t know if I liked this or not. She was pushing boundaries I never would have tried before. Never in a million years would I have thought of tying myself up and then concealing it with clothing, then going for a walk outside, much less interacting with the people I know and love. But Jess had convinced me to do it, and it had gone… good. Even when Jess ‘dropped her pencil’ and asked me to pick it up. She dropped her pencil at least five times at the table with everyone there. I had leaned down, tightening everything on my body, watching Jess’s smirk out of the corner of my eye as I involuntarily gasped or twitched when the ropes slid over my body. “You’re blushing”, she had told me at the table. “Your ears are on fire”, she had after another time she ‘dropped’ her pencil. She had kept brushing her hand against my leg, making me twitch, rubbing the crotch rope even more. She had ‘accidentally’ bumped me when she stood up, making me tip over in our booth and making everything tighten as I fell. I had let out a squeal as my breasts tightened, making everyone look at me weird. “I’ve never heard that before” Amon had laughed as I pulled my skirt down, covering up the hobble that had been exposed for the briefest, most humiliating moment. I had felt the blood pounding in my head as my face grew hot. I had glared at Jess, to which she had responded with a humorous apology, laughing the whole time.
After the episode, riding back to our apartment, Jess apologized again. I had said it was OK, and she asked if everything was OK. I hesitated, unsure what to say. I finally replied with, “I’m fine. It’s all good. That went well!” I smiled at her happily, trying to put on a show of excitement. Jess looked at me in the rear-view mirror, relief painting her face. “Thanks Emily,” she replied. “I enjoyed that a lot, I was just worried you didn’t.” “Nope!” I exclaimed. “I had just as much fun as you did.” I dug my nails into my palms as I watched the trees and buildings blur past the window, lost in thought.
Did I have fun? Did I like what Jess had done? Did I like being secretly degraded by Jess, made into a toy that she could control any way she wanted, knowing that I was uncomfortable because of her? Maybe I did. The pounding in my chest when Amon had laughed and almost seen the ropes under my skirt– I didn’t like that. Or… maybe I did, in some twisted way. Maybe I liked being treated that way by Jess. Maybe I went home and thought back on the experience fondly that night. I had been frustrated with Jess at that moment, but later, I was almost glad she had done what she did. Or I tried to be glad. Her initial seriousness had thrown me off, but after I had addressed it, she had made it much more enjoyable. Or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
But Jess seemed to be changing. Half the time I didn’t recognize the person she had become. And was it a good thing? Was this who she was, and she had covered it up until we had admitted our love for bondage? I liked this new Jess, but I missed the old one too. Having Jess ‘drop’ her pencil and make me stimulate my own body by leaning down… that was so much fun. But when I had asked her to relax, and she had talked to me in the sisterly way she used to, consciously worried about how I was feeling… that was just as good.
I found myself torn, worrying about which version of Jess I would get during our next session. Would it be the playful, loving, explorative nature of our early ventures? Or would she want to keep pushing me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Jess might push both of us too far in our next session. And when she began planning for our next weekend, she hinted that it would be big. Would I be able to handle it? Could I commit to being at Jess’s mercy, unsure if she would be playful or serious, soft or hard, dominant or simply in charge?
Whatever it was, I didn’t know if I would be ready.