We were fine. I could keep telling myself that he was being too much this or too little that, but we were fine. That's the truth. Instead of trying to enjoy whatever we had I wanted more. What more? I didn't know. I couldn't explain. He kept asking me. I just didn't know. Something was missing and I couldn't find it.

So there was it. What would be our last argument. He left me. He said the same shit as ever: “It's not you, it's me.” “I don't want to, but it must be done.” “I'm sorry.” “Whatever”, “whatever”, “whatever.”

Maybe I'm being mean. He was kind. He apologised several times. We cried. Yes, boys also cry. I cried a bit more, though. After that, he left, as we were in my apartment.

I was watching TV. After all day studying for the grade, I needed to shut off the upper functions of my brain with some TV garbage. Then the doorbell rang. I opened as I was, in my sleeping clothes, old sweatpants and cotton t-shirt cut out over my navel. It was my neighbour's boyfriend or whatever. Their relationship was none of my business. I barely had crossed paths with them when in the corridor. We had exchanged long and deep conversations like “Hey”, “Hi” and no more. He looked troubled.

-Hi.- He said.

-Hi.- I answered.

-We haven't talked much during this weeks.- I had moved in there barely a couple of months ago.- I'm sorry for coming here like this.

-Tell me. I wasn't doing anything, anyways.

-Well, my..., friend and I have had and argument,- I had heard them vaguely, but I was not paying attention.- and I'm worried about her. So I'd ask you if you could take a look at her. Lend a hand. Maybe have a little fun with her. Take her out. I don't know, I just...- He was clearly uncomfortable.

-But we are not friends.- What the fuck was he asking me for?

-Yes, I know, but you live next door. You can pass by, I suppose. Maybe I shouldn't be bothering you with our mess.

-No, it's not a problem. I only thought I was not the best person for that, but I can try.

-Thanks.- He relaxed a little.- Really, thanks.

-I understand. No problem. I will pass by tomorrow.

-Here.- He offered me his key.- Please, be kind to her. Call me if you need something.- I wrote down his phone number.- I just..., can't keep living like this. Sorry, again.

-Don't worry. Everything will be fine... Maybe... We'll see.- I took the key and tapped him on his arm with my fist. I was too shy for anything else. He left and I closed the door.

I didn't know what to do with my time. My exams in college were finished, and I was, officially, on summer vacation. So I did what I used to do when alone, bored, and, as I was at the moment, angry and sad. My secret. Only for me. I thought about locking the door, but I was pretty sure no one was coming.

I opened my locked drawer on my bedroom and took two leather wrist cuffs, two chains, a leather collar, a satin blindfold, a ballgag, six small padlocks and my beloved vibrating plastic dildo. The cuffs and collar had steel D-rings embedded.

I fitted the cuffs on my wrists and padlocked the collar. I stuffed myself with the dildo and put it on low, since I only wanted to sleep in a good mood. I put my blindfold on and my ballgag, padlocking the second one. Then, I padlocked the chains to the bed frame at the two corners next to my head, under the mattress. Then I used a padlock to secure my right wrist to the chain on the same side. I put the keys for all that on the bedside table, on reach, and secured the left chain. The collar was only for decoration.

After an hour of a soft relaxing massage in my intimate parts I fell asleep.

I woke up early in the morning to study a little. Immediately I remembered what that guy had asked me the last night. Maybe the girl wanted to go take breakfast or to talk a bit. I put on a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt with the picture of a zombie coming out of his tomb, and a pair of knee high leather boots. I quickly combed my short black hair, undercut style about ten inches long on top. The boy had given me the key so I didn't knock when I got in her apartment. I would apologize if necessary.

I entered in her bedroom and I found her. Light brown shoulder blade length hair. One sixty-something meters in height. A little shorter than me. Very short trimmed brazilian triangle above her pussy. And..., well, all the rest. The dildo was half outside and glistening. Her legs very open, two silver rings pierced on each pussy lip, one about one-third the way down from the top and the other about one-third the way up from the bottom. I liked the idea, that would be my next self-birthday gift.

The scene troubled me. What the fuck was that? Was that what the exboyfriend was telling me? How did they know I liked that stuff? Maybe my laptop was too noisy when I watched videos on the internet. Maybe it was because of my clothing style. What was I supposed to do?

Maybe their break was because of that. The girl wanted that and the boy didn't. So, what? What did they want me to do? That was so embarrasing. I had never done anything like that. I only knew what I had read and watched on videos. I also had tied myself a couple of times, just a bit of fun, but being a domme... And how did they know I am a lesbian and single? Well, that wasn't difficult to figure, I guess.

-<<Ok. I can do it.>>- I thought.- <<I'm not a coward. Am I? Oh, shit... I can't do it. I'm a coward. No! I can. Let's do it! Ok, I'm thinking. She is pretty, I must say. Fit. B cups, bigger than my A. Maybe I'm not thinking straight. Ja, I've made a pun. I know. The keys. They are on the table. She wants me to take them, obviously.>>- I looked at the open drawer.- <<There's only a spare battery for the dildo and the charger.>>- An idea came to my mind.

I went to my place and grabbed my Ben Wa balls and a small luggage padlock. I silently returned to her bedroom and changed the dildo for the Ben Was and padlocked her lips threading the hasp through all four of the rings on her lips. She moaned but kept sleeping. I had to clean my hand and the dildo. I liked that smell. I wondered how did it taste, but I controlled myself. There would be plenty of time for that..., maybe.

I prepared coffe and a toast with marmalade. I guess that she would like it, since it was her marmalade. I put the breakfast on the table beside her. Time to wake her up.

I woke up and felt something on my pussy. Fingers caressing it. What the fuck? I moaned a little. That musted be Julian trying to apologize again.

-Wake up, you filthy slut.- Filthy slut? A girl's voice? It wasn't Julian.- I've made you breakfast. You'll need the energy for what is coming next.

-<<It's a girl. In my bedroom. While I'm naked. Her hand on my pussy. Oh shit. Oooooh shit.>>- I thought. She released my gag.

-Please.- I said.- Release me. I won't call the cops.

-You won't, indeed. I'm lifting your head. Tell me if is hot. I don't want to hurt you... Yet.

She lifted my head and put the glass on my mouth. I drank. It was coffee. My coffe. What the fuck was going on? It was not very hot. Next she gave me one of my toasts with my marmalade. How much time had that woman been roaming around my house?

-Please.- I said.- You've not done any harm. Leave now and I will forget it all.

-That is unacceptable. I don't want to be forgotten. You are going to remember me, I can assure you that.

All the time her fingers in my pussy caressing. I liked it. Weird but true. I was enjoying my predicament. What was wrong with me? I should have been more afraid. Why wasn't I?

-What are you going to do to me?

-Oh, many things. Good things. For me, at least.

-Please. Release me. Please.

-I'm afraid I can't. You could hurt me or yourself.

-I'm not going to hurt you. I promise.

-Shut up, you slut. You've talked too much today.- She put my ballgag back and padlocked it. I could hear her walking away and returning after a couple minutes.- Clearly I can't leave you alone like this. Someone could find you.- Someone had.- You will be better in my place where I can watch over you.

I didn't like where that was going.

I opened the padlock of her collar, threaded the hasp through the last link of another chain I had brought from my place, similar to hers, and then through one of the holes of the collar's tongue. I released her right arm from the chain. She wasn't fighting, I musted be doing it fine, so I released her other arm. I flipped her so she was face down on the mattress. I padlocked her wrist cuffs to the new chain at the center of her back, same way as the collar, and helped her getting up. In this position her chest trusted out. I couldn't help myself staring a while. I clasped a dog chain leash with leather handle at the front D ring of her collar. I took her to my place making sure nobody could see us on the corridor. I locked the door to her apartment. We didn't want anyone sneaking around.

-<<It's ok calling her “slut”?>>- I thought.

I felt something inside my pussy. It was molesting me as I walked, but in a good way. There is a good way of molesting, I suppose. It was like the dildo, but different. My pussy lips also felt strange. As if something were tugging. She was leading me by my neck, like a fucking dog. I should have struggled but she was being so kind in a weird way. Clearly I wasn't thinking straight. What was happening to me? We walked only a few meters.

-<<Bollocks, she is my neighbour. The old one or the punk/goth/whatever one?>>- I thought.

She locked my door and then hers. I was trapped in her fucking apartment, bound, horny and blind. That didn't seem to be going well. The thing in my pussy was making me horny. Or maybe it was because of the exposure. Was I a lesbian?

-<<No, that cannot be. Cut it, Sam, she's talking.>>

-Well slut, I have some businesses to attend to, so you are going to be sitting and quiet. As if you had any other option...

Was she joking in a situation like that? And why was she calling me “slut”? I wasn't a slut. Was I? She left me alone for a moment in the living room. I was assuming that her apartment was equal to mine. Without warning she put on my ankles similar cuffs to those on my wrists, except a little wider. Maybe we were buying our stuff in the same store. Between them she added a hobble chain. That was humilliating. I heard two padlocks closing.

-<<Thirty centimeters for a hobble chain is fine, I think. She can walk with that.>>

I made her sit on the carpet beside the couch. I took a quick breakfast and put my laptop on the table in front of the couch. As I sat my knee was a few centimetres from her head. I had to study. I had to pass the exams. I did't want to go back to my parent's house without their money and without my grade. But she was so pretty, and so naked. I couldn't focus on my laptop.

-<<I must focus. The important thing first, fun later. Oh, shit, her head is on my knee.>>