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Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/f, lesdom, bondage, non-consensual, kidnapping, handcuffs, shibari bondage, armbinder, light puppy play
“Wow.”
That was all Professor Vaughn said for several long seconds. She only stared at the contents of the trunk with a stunned, spreading smile.
Colleen didn’t blame her. Stuffed up to the brim of the trunk was an arsenal of bondage gear. There were neatly packed, mountainous coils of rope beneath a stack of books. The only visible cover simply said ‘shibari,’ a word Colleen didn’t recognize.
Next to that was a multitude of leather and silver. There was such a mass of it that Colleen couldn't make out any specific objects. There was just… leather. A lot of leather, with chains snaking in and out of the mass.
Beside that was a pile of colorful fabric. That at least Colleen could recognize. Her roommate liked making costumes. Dani had tried on numerous cosplay outfits in the apartment over their time living together.
At the end of the trunk was more leather. And was that also… rubber? Latex? Colleen couldn’t be sure. But at the top of it was some kind of mask, though Colleen wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be a mask of. A bear? A wolf?
Shocked beyond fear, Colleen turned to Dani, who was staring at the ground. The blonde’s cheeks were a bright crimson even more red than it had been through everything Colleen and Professor Vaughn had done to her over the course of the day.
“I… was not expecting this,” said Vaughn. She was still staring down at the box. After another moment, she learned down and pulled the mask out to look at more closely. “How did you fit everything in here?”
Dani mumbled something too low to make out, but Vaughn wasn’t paying attention. Something about the leather animal mask was interesting to her. Colleen wasn’t sure what, though now that she got a good look at it herself she was reasonably certain it was supposed to be a wolf or a dog.
“I wonder…” Vaughn whispered to herself. She spent a moment looking over the section of the trunk it came from. Colleen had just enough time to be worried about the tone of her voice when the older blonde woman turned on her heel and marched straight for her.
“Mmph? Whmm aaugh oou oingh?”
Vaughn’s answer was to grab Colleen by the shoulder and pull her close. Colleen yelped, but was otherwise in no state to resist. She only grunted as her teacher and buyer forced the leather mask over her face and head. Colleen stiffened at the sudden action, but it only took a few seconds before it was firmly on her and Professor Vaughn was tightening the straps.
The mask enveloped Colleen’s entire head. It was a tight leather that flattened her hair against her skull. There were two large-ish eye holes that let Colleen see, she had seen two ear-like protrusions coming off the top, and there was a snout that protruded from the lower half of Colleen’s now hooded face. The air holes scattered about that snout were the only other openings in the whole thing.
Colleen didn’t like the mask. She immediately hated the way her breath felt blowing back into her face, which is what she hated about wearing masks in general. The small air holes weren’t enough to keep that from happening.
“It’s a perfect fit,” said Professor Vaughn as she tightened the straps. Then she leaned forward and started petting Colleen’s head. “Who's a good little doggy? Is it you? I think it is! Yes it is!”
Colleen jerked her head away, making the professor chuckle. She pulled out a cell phone and snapped a picture. “I’ll probably have to take that off before we leave the house, but I think a puppy schoolgirl is fun to look at until then.
“Seriously, though. The rest of that bitchsuit in the trunk… I saw the size printed on it. Looks like it would fit Colleen here pretty well. I wonder why that is?”
“Mmmph!?” Colleen didn’t know what a ‘bitchsuit’ was, but she did not like the sound of it. But what did Vaughn mean by it fitting her so well? Did she think Dani bought it for her? Colleen looked to Dani again, who was even more intently staring at the floor with a face that was somehow even more bright red.
“But I suppose those are questions for later.” Vaughn was back at the trunk, rifling through it. “For now I think I can get you girls tied up just a little more tight before I take you out to the car. I definitely have the materials for it.”
The professor punctuated her words by pulling out a long, black leather… sleeve? What the heck was that thing? It looked vaguely like an acute isosceles triangle, but with straps on the open end.
“You,” Vaughn snapped her fingers at Colleen. “On your stomach. Now. Don’t make me tell you twice. I won’t like that.”
The hard edge was back in her voice. Colleen found herself obeying before she knew it, flipping around to her stomach on the bed. Vaughn was there seconds later, straddling her legs and pulling her cuffed wrists into the air.
“Put your hands together now. That’s it. Now do not take them apart when I take off the cuffs. Got it? I will be very, very cross if you try anything.”
Colleen blinked as the cuffs were undone. Her breathing grew hard and ragged. She could try something. She should try something. This might be her only chance. She had to make some kind of effort to escape. What did that say about her if she didn’t at least—
The moment passed when Vaughn started pulling the leather sleeve down Colleen’s arms. The brunette college student grunted as her arms and elbows were forced closer together, straining to feel comfortable as her chest was jutted further into the bed.
“Good girl,” Vaughn cooed, again sounding like she was talking to a puppy. She spent a few minutes looping the straps under and over Colleen’s shoulders, then tightening them all so the sleeve couldn't be dislodged.
Colleen whimpered, then cried out when the professor’s body was suddenly on top of hers, mouth right next to her ear. “I mean it, you know. You’ve been a very good girl today. Keep it up and I’ll give you a nice reward when we get home.”
Colleen felt her cheeks burn in shame at her kidnapper’s words. That feeling only grew as she felt Vaughn’s hands wander up and down her body, her sides, and down to the nylons encasing her upper legs.
Then she was gone, and Colleen just laid there. She didn’t try to move or resist or anything. All Colleen could do was take deep breaths and let herself sink into the mattress as the sounds of Professor Vaughn returning to the trunk and taunting Dani sounded off somewhere out in the distance.
She heard Dani whimper and moan as the minutes dragged on. Eventually she worked up the strength to turn her head to the side, where she saw Vaugn tying Dani up with all that rope from the trunk.
It was kind of fascinating to look at, actually. The detachedly logical, rationally-minded part of Colleen’s brain noted how intricate the web of ropes around Dani’s body was. The coils criss-crossed over her stomach and breasts and lashed her arms to her torso in a way that was surprisingly aesthetically pleasing. The color contrast of old-fashioned rope fashioned over all that leather on her outfit was attention-grabbing.
At some point Professor Vaughn uncuffed Dani like she had with Colleen, and bound the blonde’s forearms together behind her back. The final piece of the puzzle of rope was a strand pulled tightly between Dani’s legs, making the blonde squirm and squeal in discomfort. After everything, Colleen found herself sympathizing, and not just because she instinctively knew she would be experiencing something similar at some point in the near future.
The final touch was a leather pencil skirt Professor Vaughn pulled out of Dani's closet. One last article of clothing. Colleen watched as she slid it up the bound blonde's legs. It hid the rope at her hips and crotch very well.
“There we go! Two sexy pets, all bound up and ready to come home!”
Colleen felt a hand grip the straps on one shoulder and haul her to her feet.
“Time to go, girls!”