Katy was discovered practicing self-bondage in her high school by none other than her old high school bully... She was left helpless in a cupboard while Emily left to get more 'supplies' to have some fun with her new pet. Now, gagged and bound in the abandoned classroom, Katy waits for Emily to return...
This is the follow-up to 'School Self Bondage Gone... Wrong?', which can be found here!
Just a heads up, this story features pretty much exclusively non-consensual bondage scenes. And also a little bit of forced stripping. If any of these are triggering, then I would not recommend reading. As always, all real-life bondage should always and only be consensual.
This doesn't mean it isn't a good story though! Hope you enjoy reading!
It had been at least two hours that Katy was cooped up in that tiny cupboard, tied up in a little ball. The leash was taut from her chest over to the sink’s drain, which circled down like a silver snake into the wall behind her. She had slowly turned herself to face the closed cupboard door, so that if someone were to open it they would be looking into Katy’s tired eyes. She hadn’t been crying, but she felt like it. Well, she wasn’t sure what she felt like doing. There wasn’t much she could do, of course. Not with the way Emily had left her.
Most of the bondage Katy was stuck in was her own. ‘You fool!’ Katy had thought to herself over and over again. She had come into school with tons of bondage gear, intending to give herself a little self-bondage thrill. And she had! It had gone beautifully, she had tied her legs together, then gave herself a crotch rope (which was still bothering her), then tied a body harness and secured her arms to it. She had made a couple of tightening loops behind her back and shoved her arms through both, the loops over her wrists and elbows, both tightening down perfectly. She had the scissors all ready to go for when she wanted to get out, and she had enjoyed every moment of it! It all came to a halt when Emily, her old bully from middle school, had walked into the empty classroom.
And that is why Katy was now stuck here, tied up and gagged, unable to move, unable to speak, beneath the sink in her math professor’s classroom. After her eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the cupboard, she had watched the line of light leaking in from the bottom of the cupboard door slowly fade away as the sun sank. Now, the light was almost completely gone. This was Katy’s main judge of time while trapped in the cupboard. If it was the very end of twilight, then it must’ve been three hours after school ended, and she had been discovered probably an hour after the bell rang…
All these thoughts swirled around Katy’s head, overshadowed by one main worry: where was Emily?! She had said she would be returning with a suitcase to transport Katy home, and she would almost be glad to see her now. It had been at least two hours! Did Emily forget about her? Katy had felt around the rope with her fingers, trying to find a way out of her ties, but nothing was even remotely close to moving. When she had tied herself up, she had put all the knots out of reach. Of course she had! She wanted her only escape to be the scissors. Emily hadn’t been nice enough to put the knots of the additional restraints she had added within reach of her fingers.
As the very last of the light seeping in through the bottom of the cupboard door disappeared, Katy began to panic. She considered calling out through her gag, but she knew nobody would be around. Besides, she wouldn’t dare risk revealing herself. Not with her secret on full display. As of right now, the only people that knew were herself and Emily, and she intended it to remain that way.
Katy shut her eyes and let her weariness begin to take hold. If she fell asleep, she could nap through most of this, and maybe a janitor, or Professor Adkins would come in the morning…
“WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!!”
Katy screamed and twisted against her restraints involuntarily. It was Emily, sitting in front of the cupboard with a huge grin on her face. Her face was backdropped by the light of the city filtering in through the blinds of the window.
“How’s it been in here, my little Katy Bell?”
Katie stared for a moment, coming to her senses. “WHU TH FUKK ITH RONG WIF YUU? WHERV YUU BENGTH??!!”
“Oh, relax. It hasn’t been that long, has it?” Emily asked, leaning in close to Katy. Katy pulled away, a look of horror on her face. She began untying the rope securing Katy to the drain. “I had to get my supplies ready to go, y’know? Oh, by the way, we aren’t going back to my house anymore.”
“WHUU??!?!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll explain it in a moment. Let’s get you outta here first, and here we gooOO!”
“WHAAAAA!!” Katy was pulled out of the cupboard by the leash, which was attached to her chest harness. She was whipped around by Emily and sent sliding over the smooth tile on her side, spinning around in the little ball she was stuck in. “I HAATH YUUUU!!”
“Oh, quit being such a baby. I made sure you didn’t hit any desks!”
Katy screamed around the mass of silicone lodged in her mouth, “I SWERTH U GODK ITH YUU DON THLET ME GHO RIGH NOUW–” Emily leaned down and smacked Katy on the cheek, not super hard but enough to knock some sense into her.
“Alright, let’s get some things straight”, Emily began. Katy stayed silent, her cheek stinging. “There is nothing you can do to change this thing we have going on”, Emily smiled, “and I personally hope you don’t object too much.”
Katy sat in silence.
“We are going to have a fun time here together, and it is happening whether you like it or not. So I suggest you try to enjoy it.”
Katy glared at her. Emily wasn’t wrong, Katy probably would enjoy it in some perverted, sick way. Her arousal had gone down while in the cupboard, but she was already back to near-climax being manhandled by Emily.
“We’ll take it the classic way!” Emily said, standing up. “If you are a good girl, I will reward you. If you’re a bad girl…”
Katy rolled her eyes.
“...then you will be punished. And so far, you’ve been a good girl! You’ve let me explain myself, and you’ve been pretty quiet, for the most part.” Emily leaned back down and began untying a couple sections of rope. When the tension went out of the ball tie, Katy nearly cried in relief. A moan of happiness escaped her lips as she stretched out, her legs still in a hogtie but her knees no longer pressed against her breasts.
“Oh, you liked that, huh?” Emily said, laughing. “I bet you’ll like this then…”
The hogtie rope went slack and Katy actually cried. A few tears ran down her cheeks as she stretched her legs all the way out, her joints popping and finally relaxing. Her legs were still bound together with a ton of coils, all evenly spaced, but the relief of the 2 hour cramps being stretched out felt like freedom.
Emily laughed again. “Look at you twitching! I didn’t realize a couple hours in the cupboard would do that to you…” she said this with a hint of apology. Katy glanced over, noticing a twinge of regret in Emily’s expression. ‘Is she… upset?’
“Mmmnnnn…” Katy moaned again, her body slowly working the stiffness out of itself.
“Alright, let’s get you ready for a little trip we’re gonna take”, Emily said, turning away towards the suitcase she brought. “Don’t worry, I won’t be putting you in here… yet” she said menacingly.
Emily had set the suitcase down on one of the desks. Katy was on the ground, and the room was dark, the only light coming from a streetlamp outside the window, so she couldn’t see anything of what Emily was doing. She was rifling around inside, muttering under her breath. "What about this? Nahh, maybe later… I swore I brought it with me… Aha! Here it is!”
Emily swung around, holding something in her hand. “Here, to give you a little extra something to wear for the night!” She leaned down over Katy and fastened something around her neck. The smell of leather filled her nose, more than the ball gag around her face had been for the past hours. She heard the sound of clicking metal and a tightness, then Emily stood back up. “It’s a collar!”
Katy grunted into her gag, turning her neck. The leather collar was probably an inch and a half wide, and pretty stiff. A large buckle was situated right under her chin, and a small padlock was placed over the lock. It was one of those special buckles that a lock could be looped through. Katy knew these were special for bondage-related things, and she gave Emily a reproachful look.
“What? I happen to… dabble… a little bit.” Katy rolled her eyes, feeling the cool leather rub against her skin. The padlock jingled against a d-ring set into the collar. There were 3 or 4 d-rings evenly spaced around, ready for some other restraint to be attached.
“And, the finishing touch!” Emily leaned down and clipped a carabiner through the d-ring on the front. It was attached to a leather leash that wound up into Emily’s hand. Katy’s eyes bugged as she realized what Emily was going to do to her. She was going to parade her around the building!
Katy squirmed against her restraints, still nothing moving, like it had for the past hours. “Hey, don’t get all bucky with me! I just rewarded you!” Emily admonished, looking down at the redhead wiggling on the floor. “Maybe it’s time for a little challenge. Let’s see if you can stand up!”
Emily pulled the chair out from the desk and sat down, holding the leash a little bit slack. Katy looked up and felt a wave of deja vu. Emily was still wearing her own school uniform, but the top button or two had been undone. She had her legs crossed as she looked down from the chair, the leash trailing up to her hand, perched at an angle. It was so picturesque. Katy gulped: she was truly being dominated.
She set about trying to get upright. She rolled over onto her back and sat up fairly easily, but actually standing up was tricky. She tried to lean forward onto the balls of her feet, but she couldn’t shift forward far enough to get her balance right. She tried to twist onto her knees, but the same problem arose. Her socks kept slipping on the cold tile floor. Finally, she braced herself against a desk and managed to get just enough leverage to push onto her knees, from which she rotated backwards onto her feet and stood up.
Emily applauded, clapping her hands. “Bravo! Bravo! Well done! It only took you, oh, about 5 minutes!”
Katy rolled her eyes. She turned and tried to hop away, but was choked by Emily pulling back on the leash. “Ah-ah-ah! I didn’t say you could go anywhere!” Katy groaned, hopping closer to Emily so the collar wasn’t so tight against her neck.
“Let’s test this thing out a little bit…” Emily said slowly, standing up, the leash still held tightly. It was probably around 5 feet long, and Katy began to realize that it was actually very short. Emily smiled and started walking towards the door of the classroom, stepping softly.
“MMMMNNNN!!” Katy cried through her gag, forced to hop forward a couple jumps. The leash tightened again as Emily continued forward, making Katy follow. “MMMNNN!!”
At the door, Emily stopped. “Let me pack up my things, and we’ll go for a little trip. I have some stops planned for us…” Emily looped the leash around the door handle, pulling it tight. In a moment of excitement, she pulled it very tight, making Katy squeal and bend over so her neck was right next to the door handle. Her face flamed red as Emily laughed and smacked her on her butt as she walked back to the suitcase, leaving Katy bent over with the collar directly next to the door handle.
She zipped the suitcase up and returned, giving her another smack on the butt. Katy groaned into her gag as the leash was loosened and the door was opened. Katy shied away from the dark hallway, but Emily strode confidently past her, pulling the leash along and the suitcase behind her. With another cry, she was dragged along and started hopping down the hall after her.
Katy stared around her at the lockers lined up in the walls. Emily’s steps and Katy’s soft grunts echoed through the empty corridor. The place felt so much bigger than she had ever realized. Katy kept glancing around at the doors, the empty classrooms all around her, expecting to see some teacher conducting a late-night grading session. Her heart pounded out of her chest as she was dragged around a corner toward the staircase.
“Be careful on the stairs here, I don’t need you getting all banged up”, Emily said much louder than Katy wanted her to. She hissed at her, gesturing with her eyes, trying to convey the need for silence.
“Oh don’t be such a stickler. There’s nobody here, I checked! See, THERE’S NOBODY HERE!” she shouted down the stairwell. Katy shrank in fear as her voice ricocheted off the walls and down the corridors on three different floors. As the echoes died away, Katy’s ears strained for any other sound. To her relief, they picked up nothing.
“Mmnnnn…” Katy carefully hopped down the flight of stairs as Emily, ending on the second floor landing. Emily led her around another corner, toward a different wing of the building. By the time they stopped in front of the TV/Media room, Katy was breathing hard through her nose, her body quivering in exertion.
“Here we are!” Emily shouted happily. She collapsed the handle on the suitcase and pulled on the door handle. To Katy’s shock, the supposed-to-be-locked door opened smoothly, darkness filling the room beyond. Emily met her surprised gaze. “I told you I prepared…” she said menacingly.
Pausing before entering, Emily set the suitcase on the ground and unzipped it again. Katy watched her cautiously, wondering what else she would pull out. Looking over her shoulder, Katy stifled a gasp. There was so much bondage gear inside. Leather belts, coils of rope, rolls of tape, chains, shackles, gags… in the brief moment she glanced inside, she realized just how dedicated Emily was to the craft.
Emily stood back up, holding another piece of leather. “Just to make sure I don’t spoil the surprise!” she said as she belted the blindfold onto Katy’s head.
“NNNNUUHHH!!” Katy cried, turning her head away. She couldn’t bear to be blindfolded, especially here and now.
“Quit being such a baby!” Emily grasped the leash and yanked it tight, jerking Katy’s head forward. She yelped as her head was held in place, letting Emily buckle the blindfold in place. It was a leather blindfold that had a large strap circling around her head, with the buckle directly over her eyes. The covers came plenty far down her cheeks and up her forehead, completely blocking out any light.
“NNUHHH!!” After Emily released the tight leash, Katy twisted her head around, trying to dislodge the blindfold. It didn’t budge.
“Settle down, or do I need to punish you?” Emily reprimanded. Katy froze for a moment. “You don’t want me to get earplugs out too, do you? I have them in here…” Katy quieted down and tilted her head complacently, a soft moan coming out. She took several deep breaths through her nose to calm herself, then stopped her shaking. “There ya go…” Emily breathed, smiling.
Katy listened as Emily picked up the suitcase and carried it into the room. She heard her footsteps fade away, then the leash suddenly tug on her neck again. Katy accidentally squealed before hopping forward into the unknown. “You can trust me, you won’t run into anything!” she heard Emily say, a few feet in front of her. She warily hopped, letting the tightness of the leash guide her forward.
The tightness eventually went away. “Alright, hold tight while I find the light switch…” Katy heard a soft click, but nothing changed for her under the blindfold. “Ah, there we go. Let’s get this set up…”
Katy stood still, her breath coming heavily, as she listened to the sounds of Emily moving things around her. She didn’t know where she was or what was going on, and her anxiety steadily increased as she was left standing in the unknown. After a while, Katy squealed as she felt Emily grip her shoulder with no warning. “Relax, it’s just me!” she laughed, and directed Katy to sit down. She cried out again as she felt her weight shift back, only to be caught by a wooden chair, or at least it felt wooden. For a couple more minutes, Katy twisted and turned as Emily secured her to the chair with more rope, definitely taken from her suitcase.
Suddenly, the blindfold was ripped off and Katy was flash-banged by the sudden bright light. She groaned into her gag and squinted, everything with hazy outlines. As everything came into focus, Katy’s eyes widened and she felt her face grow hotter than it had before.
Her school was one with a TV and Media department, which streamed the school news every day. Sports updates, attendance policies and lunch menus, among other things, were announced daily. Katy realized she was sitting in the streaming room, the room where the cameras were set up and where everything was announced from. As she looked around her, she saw a large camera pointed straight at her, and another one set up to the side, also pointed at her.
Her eyes bugged as she saw that Emily was sitting on a stool in front of her, and she had changed her clothing. She now wore one of the reporter uniforms that the students who broadcasted daily wore. She had put on a large pair of glasses, perched on the end of her nose, and the top few buttons of her blouse were undone. She had put on a pair of stiletto black heels and had her legs crossed. Where had she found the costume for a ‘sexy reporter’ in a school?!
Katy flushed even deeper when she realized the cameras were rolling. A TV was set up behind Emily. It showed the live feed from the cameras, occasionally switching between the close up view of her gagged face, and the zoomed out view of her entire bound body. It looked like a professional interview, but Katy was far from professionally dressed…
Katy felt her heart pound in her head as she saw the petite redhead, in her school uniform, the socks and plaid skirt and all, such a respectful and polite young student, all A's and basically the model pupil… reduced to a disheveled bondage slut, red silicone ball hanging out of her mouth, legs bound together, crotchrope hidden beneath the skirt, breasts displayed from the chest tie, and of course the leather collar and leash that Emily was still holding…
“So…” Emily began, talking into a small lapel microphone pinned to her blouse, “why don’t you introduce yourself?”
Katy watched the audio mixer fall to zero as Emily finished speaking. She involuntarily let out a moan of distress, and her anxiety ramped up a few notches as the sound was picked up by an identical lapel mic attached to her shirt. Katy froze, too scared to speak. She was being recorded like this!
“I would recommend you introduce yourself, before I need to help you make the decision…” Emily picked an imaginary spot of dirt from her fingernail. Katy watched the TV behind her automatically switch to Emily as she spoke, then switch back to Katy. She twisted on the chair, feeling the extra ropes Emily had added pinning her in the situation. Her legs had been pulled up off the floor beneath the chair, and her chest had been secured to the back of the chair, making her breasts pop out even more, if that were even possible.
“Mmmnn… Imth… Kabny” she said quietly, dropping her eyes from the camera.
“Full name?” Emily pulled a clipboard from somewhere, pretending to jot a note down. She was enjoying the roleplay. She loved watching Katy squirm under the cameras, loved watching her blush, her embarrassment overpowering every other thought in her mind…
“Kabthee… Belct”
“Very good, and make sure you look into the camera, sweetheart.” Emily gave her a flirtatious, over-exaggerated smile.
Katy had had enough. She deliberately looked away from the camera and at Emily instead.
“Nuh!” she stated matter of factly, drool dribbling around the silicone ball and over her chin.
Emily raised an eyebrow. “No?”
Katy nodded, a look of defiance on her face. She was done playing her game.
Emily sighed. “Well, I can’t say I’m not excited that you decided to refuse…” Emily set the clipboard aside and stood up, clicking her heels towards Katy. She leaned backwards in her chair away from her, but still looking up at her defiantly. “How’s this for a punishment?” Emily said, then reached down and flicked Katy’s skirt up.
Katy’s eyes glanced at the TV and saw the feed now showing her crotch and, of course, the crotch rope. “NNUHHH!!” Katy cried out, pulling at her bonds and twisting her waist, trying to cover up her underwear from the camera.
“There, that looks good, doesn’t it?” Emily asked, watching the same feed. She reached down and adjusted the skirt, pulling it up even further, completely revealing Katy’s thighs and crotch. The rope snaking up from between her legs, tightly wedged into her panties, told the entire story.
“NNUHHHHH!! THOP!” Katy cried as she was put in an even more revealing position. Emily stepped away, observing her toy.
“There, that looks good I think. For now…” She sat back down and picked her clipboard back up, Katy staring daggers at her. “I do hope you refuse again, your shirt is next!”
Katy’s eyes widened. She wouldn’t dare!
Emily read her mind. “Yes, I would. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, if you would please look into the camera and introduce yourself again.”
Katy glared at Emily, then slowly turned her gaze to the massive broadcasting camera pointed at her. Ignoring the TV in her peripheral vision, she repeated her name through the gag, her face cherry red from just as much anger as embarrassment.
“Wonderful! Now, for the rest of the interview, I want you to look at the TV back behind me. Just watch yourself talk, watch yourself squirm in your bondage, unable to prevent being streamed to the entire school. Imagine if some teacher was still in their classroom, someone I had missed! They would be watching this entire thing!”
Katy quivered with rage, her arms still firmly locked behind her back, still firmly attached to the chair. She wasn’t going anywhere out of the camera’s view. She was completely stuck. She had to do what Emily wanted.
“Oh, by the way, I am recording this. For later, if you don’t mind…” Katy cried out in protest, and Emily only raised her eyebrows. Now she knew what the little red light meant just above the camera lens.
Katy stopped squirming and looked straight at the TV, straight at her own bound body, isolated in the massive studio. All the lights were pointed at her, and she tried to just accept the situation.
“Fihe.” She said, watching her own drool run down her chin. She would grind this damn interview out, just get it done, play Emily’s stupid game.
Emily smiled. “I’m glad you decided to cooperate. Now, my first question is, why did you tie yourself up in the classroom?”
This was a curveball. Katy momentarily looked away from the TV, then remembered her self-commitment to trudging through the interview. “Becuth I wuth horcthny”, she said, embarrassment filling her voice.
“Ah, very nice. Are you glad I found you?”
“Nuh.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yesth.”
“What if I told you there was a correct and incorrect answer?”
Katy groaned, but didn’t respond.
“I’ll ask again. Are you glad I found you?”
Katy glared into the TV, watching her own hateful expression, half covered up by the gag.
“Abtholuthly Nopt.”
Emily smiled. “I was hoping you would say that!” She stood back up and walked to Katy, leaning over her chest.
“Waith! YESTH! I MENTH YESTH!!”
Emily tutted. “Tsk tsk, it’s too late for that kind of backtracking…” Despite Katy’s protests and struggles, Emily carefully unbuttoned her blouse, starting with the first button, then the second, then the third…
Katy had been completely covered up when she had started the interview. She was a modest person, and never showed any cleavage. It was respectful of a young woman her age, she thought. Once Emily pulled her shirt to the sides from underneath the ropes making up her chest harness, her bra was practically hanging out. Her breasts, which had been outlined underneath the blouse by the ropes, were now outlined by her skin and bra instead.
Emily stopped just as she was about to pull the bra down. “Maybe we wait on that one…” she muttered, sitting back down. Katy stared at the TV, the camera recording her in the most revealing way she had ever been in her life. Her crotch was on full display, and now the top half of her chest. Likely the rest to follow.
Emily smiled sadistically as Katy tried desperately to calm her breathing. She didn’t like the stripping game she had been forced into. But of course, there was nothing she could do about it.
“Now, I will ask again!” she said, picking her clipboard back up and peering over her glasses. “Are you glad I found you this afternoon?”
Part 3 on it's way!