Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage and mild sexual content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 12 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Consequence and Labor.

I let out a contented sigh as I closed the front door behind me. It was always a pleasant moment finally being home after a difficult day at work. I kicked off my shoes and walked into the main living room, wondering which of my roommates would be staying in tonight. A girls-night movie would be a welcome treat.

I entered to see Carla sitting on the couch, looking relaxed in a black T-shirt and blue jeans, her sleek black hair falling over her shoulders and her legs resting on a futon.

I waved. “Hey Carla! Good to be back. Any of the other girls in?”

The clanking of ceramic came from the kitchen around the corner.

“I guess that’s a yes.”

“Mhm. Samantha’s cleaning up right now.”

“She is? So miracles do happen. What did you have to promise to get her... to...”

As I walked over to the opening between the rooms and looked into the kitchen, my mind blanked.

I saw Samantha standing at the sink with her back to me, wearing absolutely nothing except some thin white string around her waist. She turned to look back at me. I realised I’d been staring at her bare butt and glanced up. The one item she was wearing was a small white apron clinging to her body, showing off some side-boob.

Actually she was technically wearing a few other things: shackles with chains around her ankles, connected by a long chain to another set of shackles on her wrists, and a large green ballgag in her mouth.

She gave me a soft muffled hello, then turned back to the sink. She resumed awkwardly washing a large stack of plateware, cutlery and kitchen utensils in the soapy water, doing her best to work with the restraints.

“Carla? Why is Samantha bound and gagged and cleaning what looks like everything we have in the kitchen?”

“Well you remember that big talk we had last week? About how we need to respect the shared living space and follow some simple rules to keep the apartment clean? That we all agreed to follow?”

“Yes...”

“Well I came home to see a plate of half-eaten food, sitting unattended for who-knows-how-long on the dining table. So Samantha is doing some chores to make up for her mistake, in a way that should discourage a repeat offence. With some toys from my collection added just to help the message sink in. If you’ll pardon the pun.”

A soapy plate slipped out of Samantha’s hands and clattered into the sink.

“Oh. I see...”

“So what’s up with you? Any plans for the evening?”

I was still staring off at Samantha’s naked backside. “I was thinking maybe a movie or something...”

“Good idea! We should watch Love Truly 2. We all liked the first one.”

“Err... Yeah! That’s the one I wanted to suggest actually. But will Samantha be allowed to join us?”

“Of course! Assuming she finishes her chores first. So it’s up to her.”

Given the small stack of clean plates and the large stack of dirty everything else, it didn’t look like Samantha would be joining us.

I settled into my seat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in my hands as the movie started up. I was very careful to eat over the bowl without dropping crumbs. Carla’s dominant moods usually blew over. I just needed to stay off her radar for a little while.

Carla leaned forward and wiped a finger across the top of the coffee table, tutting on seeing a grey patch of dust on her fingertip.

“Can’t be having this. Oh maaaid!"

clap-clap!

I was confused. We didn’t have a maid. And yet someone shuffled out from Carla's bedroom into the living room.

“Zoe?! You were in all along? ... What on earth are you wearing?”

Our other roommate Zoe walked up beside Carla. She was wearing what could technically be described as a French maid outfit, but it showed off so much skin that it was more like fetish lingerie. Her legs were held wide by a spreader bar, a Shrew’s Fiddle yoke held her hands restrained in front of her head, and a large ring-gag held her mouth open. She had a cloth clutched in her bound hands.

“Maid, the coffee table is filthy. Clean it at once.”

“Yehh Cahha.”

I watched dumbfounded as Zoe made a slow, wide-legged walk in front of us. With her legs spread and her hands stuck in the metal yoke connected to her neck, she needed to bend forward to reach the table. Which left the two of us on the couch gazing directly at her butt, clad in frilly white panties, entirely uncovered by the short skirt.

Her bottom wiggled hypnotically back and forth while she wiped the table. I needed to say something to break the awkward silence.

“Sooo... cough. Did Zoe do something wrong too?”

“She left a glass on the table without a coaster.”

“I see...”

I tried my best not to stare at Zoe’s beautiful waggling figure, although my best ended up being still staring nearly the whole time. Carla seemed perfectly casual about the whole thing, whereas I couldn’t keep the blush from my cheeks. When Zoe finally finished and scooted away, I could see she was blushing heavily as well. She made a concerted effort to not look me in the eye.

Carla gave her a spank as she passed.

“Aahh!”

“Alright let’s watch!”

On seeing the state of the other two girls I became quite anxious. What transgressions might I have made without realising it? Or might I yet make.

The movie at least managed to distract me. The returning characters of the first movie were embroiled in new webs of flirting and infidelity and romance. I was getting particularly engrossed in the storyline around my favourite pairing who had finally pulled each other away from a party into the bedroom. The male lead threw the woman down onto the bed, kicked off his shoes and...

My shoes! If Carla found them lying tossed onto the floor right by the door, who knows what she’d think about it. I needed to play it safe and tidy them away. But I needed to be discreet.

“Uhh I just realised I left my phone in the hallway. Be right back!”

I hurried out before she could question me. Glancing back to make sure I wasn’t being seen, I grabbed the discarded shoes. I needed to hide them away out of sight. My bedroom would do. I strolled back to the living room, holding them hidden at my side.

“Just going to leave my phone in my bedroom so it doesn’t go off and disturb us.”

I opened my bedroom door, placed the shoes down on the floor of my closet, and finally breathed easy. I stepped back out and pulled the bedroom door closed.

A hand pressed against the door before it reached the frame. Carla slowly pushed the door back open.

“Nina. Care to explain that?”

I followed where she was looking and there on my bedroom floor, barely visible behind the front corner of the bed, was a discarded pair of panties.

“I... uhh... It’s nothing. I’ll drop it into the laundry basket right now.”

“Nina”

I hurried in and scooped up the worn panties, dropping them hastily into a basket.

“See! All clean!”

“Nina”

“B... besides! This isn’t even the shared space. It’s just my bedroom. It shouldn’t count.”

“Nina...”

“You couldn’t even see it! And it’s already gone. We really don't need to make a big thing out of this right Carla?”

“Nina. Rules are rules.”

Damn it

“Ggghhh...”

Carla bopped my nose to get me to hush while she ate my popcorn. I was still beside her but now on her other side, not on the couch. I was rope-bound hand and foot into a kneeling hogtie, inside a large laundry basket.

The basket was filled most of the way up around me, with bedsheets and quilt covers at the bottom and a layer of dirty bras, pantyhose, panties and socks at the top nearer my face. With a large handful of them stuffing my mouth.

“Are you about finished with those? Good, time for the next batch.”

Carla extracted the wettened panties from my mouth and dropped them back into the basket around me, then picked out a few new items to ‘wash’. She found a pair of dirty socks and two pairs of panties, which I believed belonged to Samantha and Zoe respectively.

“Blehhh! Carla I’m really really sorry about what I did. If you just let me out I’ll nev-gmmmphh!!”

She shoved the socks and panties deep into my mouth, forcefully pushing them as far back as she could. Much of it was still sticking out by the time my mouth reached full capacity. One of the panty pairs was already damp and I realised it was one I had already ‘cleaned’, but I wasn’t able to communicate any of that to Carla. She waved a hand and I reluctantly began chewing and sucking on the new batch.

“You know it’s rude to talk over a movie like that. In fact since you’re supposed to be focusing on your work...”

Carla paused the movie and left the room. Was she going to bed? Fantastic! I could start on getting free.

That hope died quickly as I felt her hands touch my ears. An earplug was inserted inside each one. Carla then fished inside the basket and pulled out a pair of her own dirty pantyhose. She stretched them out and wrapped them around my head and over my eyes several times as a blindfold.

I couldn’t see or hear the movie! The sole comfort I had while carrying out my chore was gone. And I was so keen to see what happened next. I shook and moaned with despair in the basket. With my other senses denied all I had left to focus on was the stale, disgusting, mixed taste of all my roommates’ worn sweat-soaked underwear.

“Mmmghghh!!!”

Carla patted my head and pressed play.