She didn't know how much time had passed when she came close the third time. Her second orgasm couldn't have been too long ago, a few minutes at most, yet she was still charged up. Not just relaxing her limbs, but yanking them up, she forced the knots to dig into her crotch and screamed into the tight gag, which muffled her voice quite nicely.

Amelia whined loudly as she came off of her third climax and bent her legs back down to take a break, as much as that was possible in her trying hogtie. Her crotch and thighs, and no doubt her blanket, had been sullied in her juices and the pillow was wet with her drool, passing by her gag and sticking to her chin.

"Ahfh han nffh!" she mumbled, twisting in her bindings, which had been somewhat comfortable and exciting at first, but now started to really dig into her skin.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" her roommate answered cheekily from the other bed, looking over at her.

"Nffh! Bwhff, ndh mhh!"

Keyla swung her bare legs out of bed and skipped over to Amy's bed, undoing the gag and pulling it away from her. "I'm sorry, I really didn't get that."

"I'm asking you to untie me..." she raven-haired girl explained after relaxing her jaw and swallowing.

The crotch rope loosened and Amelia's legs were finally able to stretch out again. Next they were slowly released of the rope and also her arms were freed. With every binding falling off of her body, Amy relaxed further and sighed deeply. And when the collar finally came off as well, the magic seeping back into her body felt like a welcoming embrace.

She needed a while until she was able to slowly get up, almost falling asleep due to exhaustion. By now, Keyla had already cleaned the gag and the rope and put everything away. Of course, Amelia's bed was a smelly mess, just like herself.

"I... I'll go... shower." she mumbled as she left her glasses and hairband behind, grabbing some loose clothes to change into before disappearing into the bathroom.



When Amy returned, Keyla had made her bed. Which was strange because she had never entered the bathroom to get rid of the dirty laundry. ...right?

She was tired and she didn't care.

When she tucked herself into her freshly made bed, her eyes fell closed almost immediately, sending her into a deep slumber.

"G'night..."

"Good night, Amy."



"It looks like you won't learn otherwise. You have brought this on yourself."

The ropes clung tightly to Amelia's body, holding her arms and legs and winding around her bare breasts as a harness. She tried to beg her captor to be gentle, but the soft fabric filled out her mouth completely, silencing any sounds she attempted to make to a quiet whimpering.

The figure approached the pole Amy's bonds forced her against, her heeled steps echoing in the room. Her hair was short, her body tall, dressed in a black corset and thigh-high boots, weighing a riding crop in her hand.

"You clearly want me to punish you." The tip of the crop grazed her cheek. "Don't you? You worthless slut." Amelia screamed into the muffling gag as the mistress pinched and twisted her nipple.

Amelia's body fought and strained, but nothing would help. She would not escape unless her mistress would let her go. And that would never happen. The crop came down on Amy's breasts and traced down to her crotch, rubbing it aggressively.



The alarm rang and Amelia turned in her sheets hastily, rolling over the side and crashing onto the floor.

She stared at the ceiling for a few long seconds, trying to hold onto her dream as it drifted away from her.

She eventually sat up and turned off the alarm. Hot dream or not, she had to attend class... and hopefully concentrate.