"I... I love bondage!"

Juniper stopped mid-bite, looking across at her red-faced colleague, unsure what to make of the sudden confession. Slowly, she continued chewing, scanning Fennel's face. She was serious at least, staring back at her, nervously awaiting her response.

The professor had made the short trip to her young protégé's apartment, which also partially served as her lab, due to an invitation to dinner and a research proposal. The dinner portion had occurred now, as they sat in front of two plates of home-made pasta, but discussing kinks was not the next step she had expected out of the blue.

She let the silence settle a moment longer, just to torture her a little, as she took a calm sip of her water.

"That's nice but I don't see a reason for you to tell me this."

"F-for context!", Fennel answered, flustered, before clearing her throat and adjusting her glasses, trying to recover from her outburst, "I assure you, it's related!"

Juniper leaned back and crossed her legs, facing the younger woman with a calm smile. Admittedly, it was adorable to see her struggle for words like that.

"All right, now you have me curious."

Fennel cleared her throat one more time and brushed her long bangs out of her face.

"Think about my... hobby... what you will. But you can't deny that there is an untapped emotional world there. I did some research, but no one published anything on the subject."

"Ah. And you want to publish a paper on bondage?"

Fennel blushed deeply again, looking down at her empty plate.

"Well... you know... not under my real name."

Juniper chuckled and crossed her fingers, leaning forward over the table.

"All right. And what exactly do you need my help for?", she asked with a challenging smile. She could already guess what her fellow scientist was asking her to do, but she wanted to hear her say it directly.

"Well, uh... I need some help with measuring and the technical work and... formulating the thesis... and... if I do the tying myself, it won't be applicable."

"Fen, if I agree to this we will get more intimate than ever before." She lifted up Fennel's chin and looked straight into her eyes. "If you can't even ask me, what use is it?"

The scientist swallowed and nodded softly, staring back at her friend.

"Please tie me up for science."



Three days later, Fennel took a last look at her preparations. Everything was in place, all the material she would need and all the control data, which she had collected the day before. She was wearing a dressing gown, only a simple set of a black bra and panties underneath, her long dark hair tied back in a long ponytail. She looked up at the clock again. Juniper would show up any minute and they would get started. Her heart was pounding at the thought.

She almost jumped as she heard the doorbell. She quickly hurried down to the door and looked through the spyhole. Unlocking the door, she let her friend in and quickly locked it again.

"Anxious, aren't we?", Juniper quipped with a teasing smile. She took off her coat, revealing her green blouse and light brown pants.

Fennel smiled back wryly. "This isn't necessarily a normal interaction. And I'm about to give up my freedom to you."

"Oh, so you don't trust me?", the mature woman continued to tease, walking upstairs with her younger friend.

"Of course I do. But it doesn't make me less nervous. But, this is part of it, it's fine."

They entered the bedroom, where everything was set up. On the table was a laptop, opened on a recording program, linked up to the sensors lying next to it, in the shape of small, white patches. On the neatly made bed lay several coils of rope, a pair of handcuffs and a sizeable pink ballgag.

Fennel stopped and awaited a reaction, but her mentor seemed more interested in the program for now.

"Okay, interesting.", she commented after a few seconds, "Why don't you get wired?"

Fennel nodded, still nervous, and took off the dressing gown, putting it away. Taking the wireless patches, she started placing them on her body, making sure they went to the right spots. Among them were two on her forehead, partially hidden by her hair, one on her chest and some on her back. After making sure they stuck to her skin properly, she sat on the bed, next to her supplies.

Juniper had started inspecting the items in the meantime, running the rope through her hands.

"Okay, then let's get started, shall we?", she suggested finally, starting the recording program.

"Y-yes. Um, first, you should cuff my--" She stopped as the older woman raised her hand.

"I did the research, just let me take care of it, all right?"

"Um..." Fennel's eyes went down to Juniper's hands, measuring the rope. "Okay, but..."

The professor sat down next to the test subject and looked her into the eyes.

"Look, if you tell me what to do, you'll be distracted and you'll know what's coming. That wouldn't be good for the data, would it?"

Fennel swallowed, but nodded slowly. She knew what Juniper said was right. And she had no reason to distrust her in the first place. She didn't resist when her friend gently took her arms and pulled them behind her back, turning slightly to make it easier.

After brushing the long hair aside, Juniper doubled the rope and wound it around Fennel's wrists, only carefully tugging it tightly, making sure she didn't hurt her while making it tight enough to be inescapable. Winding the long rope around her wrists and partway up her forearms, she tied it off, leaving some slack.

Taking another neat coil, she ran it through her fingers as well before doubling it and using it to tie Fennel's elbows together, making her gasp quietly as she pushed out her chest. With her assistant's arms aligned, Juniper went back to the rope around her forearms and pulled it tight some more.

"That's the first step. How are you feeling so far?"

Fennel tried to relax her arms a little bit and took a short breath, nodding slowly. "I'm fine, you can keep going. Why... are you so good at this?"

"I told you, I did some research. So, now, before we do anything else..." She picked up the pink gag and admired it for a second before holding it in front of the younger woman's mouth. Fennel swallowed in preparation before opening her mouth wide, knowing it would only just fit inside. Juniper carefully pushed it inside and pulled it tight, buckling it behind Fennel's head, making sure not to catch her hair.

Moving back in front of her, she carefully took off Fennel's glasses for her and neatly put them away on the desk before pulling a thin scarf out of her own back pocket. She folded it and gently placed it over Fennel's eyes, tying it off behind her head.

As Fennel relaxed and got used to the gag and blindfold, Juniper picked up another rope, checking the length and doubling it. She laid it around Fennel's waist, pulling it tight and winding around one extra time before leaving a slack in the front. Fennel blushed even more than before when she felt the slack against her leg and realized what Jun was probably planning to do with that.

"Okay, let's lay you down." Juniper took Fennel's shoulders and held her as she carefully tipped over to lie on her side. Bringing her down gently, Juniper then turned her on her stomach, immediately taking the slack rope and feeding it though her legs, tugging it under the waist rope and carefully pulling it tight. Fennel gasped into the large gag, as her suspicion turned out to be correct and the rope dug into her crotch lightly. Juniper tied it off securely and fashioned a secure loop into the knot, to be used later.

As she picked up the next rope, Jun took a moment to look down at the slim, bound body of her colleague. She licked her lips, allowing her imagination to go places, but held back for now. If she introduced any other outside sources of pleasure or surprise, it might mess with the data.

Gently taking Fennel's legs together, Juniper started tying her ankles, then also applied rope to her legs above and below her knees. She left her a moment to relax before gently taking her legs by the ankle rope and bent them back, holding them down by straddling them. She took the long slack left on the wrist tie and fed it through the loop at the waist, then around the ankle rope twice, back through the loop, then finally tied it off at the wrists again, pulling it somewhat tight to force Fennel to remain in a strict hogtie position, making her groan quietly.

Juniper got off the bed and took a good look at her work. She cowered next to the bed to speak quietly to her captive.

"I'm done. How long did you record by yourself, about ten minutes?" Fennel nodded, giving a hesitant, confirming mumble. "Okay, ten minutes then. I'll be close, so scream if something's wrong."



Fennel heard Jun get up and quietly walk out the room, but the door remained open. She tried to relax, but every single rope on her body was pressed tightly against her skin, making her feel them at all times, as if to remind her there was nowhere to go and nothing to do. Her arms pulled back and her legs bent, she was constantly in a slightly uncomfortable position. Not painful, but it also didn't allow her to relax or remain calm. Straining against the ropes, moving her fingers around to look for some kind of release or loose knot, nothing helped. This was true helplessness, like she hadn't felt it before, and it was exhilarating.

She briefly forgot about the other woman close by, forgot about the experiment and the data and just started moving and straining, feeling the rope hold her down. She groaned and moaned into the gag, thrashing about to confirm for herself how truly helpless she was. The crotch rope dug in slightly more when she tried to stretch out her legs and the feeling was amazing. Soon, she felt her panties dampen and she whimpered quietly, begging no one in particular for more.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Fennel yelped in surprise. She flushed heavily, having not realized that Juniper was back in the room with her. Going quiet, since luckily she wasn't expected to actually respond, she listened for her friend's steps, as she walked over to the computer.

"Everything's here, the time is up." She heard the clicking of the mouse, then, after a little pause, felt Juniper's hand gently brushing loose bangs out of her face to take off the patches. She held still as all of them were removed from her skin, one by one. The only one left was the one on her chest, as Juniper had to roll her onto her side to get it off. Fennel gently nudged herself over to help, leaning her arms and feet against a pillow propped up on the wall. The final patch was removed as well and she sighed quietly.

"Looks like we're done for the day, then. Do you want me to release you?" Jun's voice lowered into a teasing tone as she moved onto the bed next to her. "Or... do you want to have some more fun?"

Fennel felt her hands on her belly, gently running over her skin. Her body tingled and she weakly struggled against the rope. An involuntary moan escaped from her mouth and she felt her heart pounding in her chest.

"Just a little more fun, yes?"

Fennel tried to swallow but couldn't. She nodded, slowly. As if on cue, Juniper's hands moved up and slipped under the fabric of her bra, pushing it off her breasts. Fennel felt her colleague's fingers on her hard nipples, making her tense and whimper. One of Juniper's hands moved down again quickly and right after, Fennel felt a taught pull at the crotch rope, while Juniper's lips and tongue got to work on her chest.



Fennel sighed deeply as she sat down on her couch, dressed in fresh panties and a shirt, her hair still wet from the shower. Juniper was sitting next to her, looking at the recorded data on the laptop, comparing it to the control data.

"These are some good results. Do you think you can write your thesis with this?"

"I thought so at first." Fennel crossed her legs, relaxing as she leaned back. "But it occurred to me that I would need some more control data. So, I would have to repeat the experiment" She smiled at her friend and colleague. "with at least one other subject."