A Game - It's Just a Game (Lesbian Bondage Roleplay)

Saturday morning 10am

You tug hard against the knotted ropes holding your wrists to the chair. With your ankles securely tied, you try to bend your head to see the knots clearly, but it's really difficult in this position. It's not the first time someone tied you up, but before it was always just a game, nothing more. Certainly nothing like what happened with Anne last weekend. But then last weekend was different. Something had snapped inside your brain. It was as if a spell had been cast, drawing you, like iron filings to a magnet, to Anne’s lovely form lying there roped to the bed squirming and helpless. And with her flashing that bratty grin of hers, driving you half-mad. Hopelessly smitten, you heard yourself blubbering crazy romantic things to her. She responded by becoming very serious, very nervous. You tried to laugh it off and say it was all just a big joke as you hurriedly untied her. But during the week, she was aloof. She kept reminding you she wasn't "really" a lesbian. She said this was not love, but a game, a kinky game. She made you agree to let her tie you. You had to promise. Otherwise, she said she'd move out.

And it was all going swimmingly this morning until she had you secured to the chair. Then an evil little smirk crossed her lips. A look you had never seen on her before. And, now, unless you got loose, she's obviously got a nasty treat planned. You think to yourself, "She's going to rub it in. She knows I can't pay the rent alone. And she knows I'm in love with her. She's going show she can use me."

You struggle. If you can just free yourself. If you can just...

"Well, Vicky, I guess we know who's 'boss' around here now!" The damn little minx! She's smiling down at you now, her green eyes hinting at all sorts of mischief. She gives a toss of her head, the waist-length curtain of auburn hair swinging as she turns to pick up your discarded blouse and skirt.

Anne leans down. She sees your fingers wriggling in the bonds, and playfully slaps at them. "Stop that! You're going to stay right where I put you." For the time being, you obey. But you watch for your chance...

"Now, let's see..." You gasp involuntarily into your ballgag as her hair washes over your naked belly. "I seem to recall something you said about taking photos of me to show around the art department." Anne draws close, grinning into your face as you swear at her through the gag. "I suppose I could take a few pictures of you like this and show them around." She runs a finger around the gag creasing your cheek, as you shake your head furiously, "but, you know what... I've got a better idea." She bounces up, and heads for the kitchen.

Now! Now's your chance. Your muscles strain as you try to get enough slack to allow your fingers to get to the knots. You hear Anne's voice from the kitchen, but pay no attention to that--it doesn't matter what she's up to, if you can just get...

"Naughty, naughty!" the grinning harpy is back, standing in the doorway with the phone in her hand. Damn. You're not even close to working yourself free. She sets the phone down, and merrily checks your bonds, tightening them. Oh God! Now it'll take longer. If she'd just take her eyes off you for a few—

What's that? You hear a thumping, and realize that it's someone knocking on the door. Oh God! It would be embarrassing for anyone to see this. She'll have to untie me now. But when you look at her face, she doesn't look worried; if anything, her grin has gotten bigger.

"Well, what do you know?" she giggles, "We've got company." Oh, for God's sake! The silly bitch has invited someone in to see your predicament. She goes to the door, her little breasts bouncing under the loosely-fitting blouse. "I guess I'll just go see who that is," she giggles, and flounces out. Her bare feet pattering across the floor.

The sound of the door opening, and the sound of Anne greeting someone, but you're not paying attention: at this point, getting free is the only thing on your mind. To be displayed like this in front of anyone else would be too humiliating for words! Perspiration makes your fingers slippery, and damn! You realize that there's simply not enough time, as you see the door to the bedroom open.

"Here she is," Anne's voice is annoyingly perky. "Guess she bit off more than she could chew." Anne dissolves into a fit of giggles, but you scarcely notice; all your attention is fixed on the figure you see behind her, towering over her, looking down at you.

Denise! ----Oh, God, Anne, you stupid little cow!----you want to shriek at her----How could you be so... so... well, STUPID?----Even if you weren't gagged, words would fail you at this point. Of all the people Anne could have called, out of the dozens of names in your little black book, she chose to call Denise! Crazy "Out of Control" Denise! Why? Why? Why?

Vicky
Age 22
5' 4"
135 lbs
36D 26 35
Art Major
Brown hair
Brown eyes

Anne
Age 22
5' 0"
101 lbs
34 22 34
Education Major
Auburn hair
Green eyes

Denise
Age 27
5' 9"
120 lbs
33 22 33
Graduate Assistant Philosophy Psychology
Black hair
Black eyes



Need two more ladies.....one to play Anne and one to play Denise..

"Doesn't she look sweet as pie, Denise?" Anne says this with a idiotic giggle, Denise, all the while looking down at me with the same unchanging half-smile she has always worn as her mask to the world. "Yes, Anne, sweet as pie." Denise steps forward, reaches out and strokes my thigh, the fingernail of her pinkie brushing across the tip of my sex. I feel a strange chill through my body, remembering suddenly my first encounter with her.

[B]A Game - It's Just a Game (Lesbian Bondage Roleplay)[/B]

Flashback two years ago, October.

A late paper for my Intro To Philosophy class, a freshman requirement. I chose to write on Aristotle's Poetics. Ten pages of lame blathering. It was due Friday, but here I am, Monday morning, explaining, fluttering my eyelashes, posing like a clueless, helpless little Freshman, hoping to overawe the Teaching Assistant with my chubby cuteness. Surely she could understand the cheerleader squad trip to Loyola was more important than a ten page paper on a dead Greek. Of course I didn't put it in exactly those words. I even wore my cheerleader outfit to class to emphasize the point.

Denise, the TA, frowned a scholar's frown. "I don't see how it would be fair, Miss Brinker. The other girls submitted their papers in a timely manner." "I'll never be late again, Ma'am. It was a one-time thing." She smiles a half-smile as she looks me up and down, taking in my cheerleader outfit over my 36Ds. "Perhaps there is a way. Come to my office in one hour. Exactly one hour and this time don't be late." "But I have a class in an hour, Ma'am." "Miss it." She smiles with not even a hint of pleasantness in her smile and walks away.

I noticed how deferential Anne acted in Denise's presence, how she seemed to be focused on pleasing her. As if they had some kind of an understanding unknown to me.

Denise never took her eyes off me. "Anne sweetie, would you be a dear and go to my apartment and bring back two things for me?" "Yes, of course." "A big black case - it looks like a doctor's bag - it's on the rug near the fireplace. Also, in the closet there's a stack of shoe boxes with one marked "Victoria." Bring it." "Are you sure you'll be okay with Vickie while I'm gone?" "Vickie'll be just fine, dear one." Denise's smile never changed.

The door clicked shut. Suddenly the room turned ice cold. Denise dragged a straight-backed wood chair to the bed, turned it backwards and sat, cowgirl style. I looked at her sitting there in her trademark jeans, boots, red shirt and leather vest. "Well, Vickie, well well well. So it's come to this."

She reached down, pulled up her pant leg and pulled a thin riding crop from her boot. Suddenly, the tip of the crop is pressed to my nipple. I remember the feeling. Suddenly, I'm fighting to get free and run away. She ignores my struggles. "Anne came to see me last week. She said you were in love with her, saying crazy things to her. She needed advice. She needed to talk to someone who understood you. I set her straight. I told her the truth about you."

Suddenly, I'm cursing her through the gag. WHAKKKKKKK! OWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!! "Stop it, Vickie!" I do. I'm sobbing now. "You always screw up with women. Despite all my work with you, you still get it wrong. So one more time, I'm here to pull you out of a jam." She reaches down, pulls a leather hood from her purse. I whimper.

Sound of a key in the door. I think to myself, that's little Anne, returning with the goods...whatever they are. I shiver, knowing whatever Denise has in store for me won't be pleasant.

Anne enters to the sight of my standing naked in the middle of the room, my hands and feet now free, my head covered with a leather head bag locked at the neck. I breathe through a little pipe poking through at the mouth. Denise motions Anne to be silent.

I feel the crop against my calves. Denise's voice takes on that menacing command tone I remember so well. "Heels together, Victoria." When she wanted to communicate danger, she called me "Victoria."

SMAKKKKKKKKKKKK! OWWWWWWWWWWW!!! "I said, heels together!"

I feel the crop on my tush. "Push that ass out."

The crop on my lower arm. "Arms at your side, Victoria. Thumbs turned inward."

The crop at my shoulder. "Shoulders back."

The crop on my nipple. "Push those tits out."

I feel myself trembling. I can't help myself. "Now don't move, Victoria. Stay perfectly still."

Silence. All I can hear is myself breathing. Then Denise's voice very close. "This, Anne, is the person who claims to love you. The question is, do you love her? And more to the point, do you want to love her? To me she's a pathetic nobody, a zero, a cypher, a nothing, someone I discarded at the roadside years ago. But you may see in her something different. Go ahead, walk up close to her, touch her, feel her, probe and prod her. Taste her if you wish. She won't move. She wouldn't dare."

She's right. I wouldn't dare. I sense Anne very close. I smell her. I feel the electricity of her long hair. This damn hood. I recall the first time Denise hooded me. It was that first day in her office two years ago.

Flashback.

Denise was waiting in her office, my little ten page term paper in her hand. I saw on the wall above her desk a blow up of Sarah Kane, one of her heroines, glaring down on the proceedings. Just like Sarah Kane, Denise was not smiling. I tried a smile. No reaction. Not even a gesture for me to sit.

"Miss Brinker, what is the meaning of the word, catharsis?"

"Uh. I don't know, Ma'am."

"Yet you use the word, catharsis, five times in your paper. Are you aware that you used it?

"Uh. I guess I may have, Ma'am."

"You guess you may have." She points to an open book on her desk. "Do you see that book? It's a volume of the Encyclopedia Britannica. It's open to the article on Aristotle's Poetics. It uses catharsis five times, just as you have. Isn't that interesting?

Suddenly I lost all strength in my legs. I slumped down into a chair.

"I didn't say you could sit, Victoria."

I heard Anne from across the room. "We can let Vickie go now, can't we, Denise? She's learned her lesson."

Denise's hand on my shoulder. "Oh no, sweetie. The day is still young and there's so much more to learn about Vickie. And you." Her fingers teasing my anus.

"A joke's a joke, Denise. Fun's fun. Undo her hood. Please?"

I could hear Denise move away from me quickly. "But the fun's just starting, dear one. It's Saturday morning and we have the whole weekend ahead of us. Just us three."

"No! Let me go! Stop! I don't want to play anymore!" I could hear Anne struggling. But against a skilled martial artist like Denise, it wouldn't be much of a struggle. "Stop it, Anne. Now come with me. I want you to pleasure Vickie with your tongue."

I could hear them coming closer. "No! I don't want to!" A sharp slap and a yelp from Anne. "Get on your knees and make poor Vickie happy." The sound of Anne being pushed down to the floor.

Suddenly I could feel her hot breath on my sex. Oh God! How many times had I had dreamed of this, fantasized over this, but not under these circumstances. Then a tongue on me. Oh yes!

"Aww. Isn't that sweet? Plus, being eaten out in the morning gives a girl a whole now perspective on the day."

A heavenly feeling. Very different from that first day in Denise's office.

Flashback.

Denise had me bent over her desk, my stomach pressed against the open encyclopedia. She was fitting a leather hood over my head. "I could report you for plagiarism, get you kicked out of school and send you to a lifetime of bitterness and waitress jobs. Add to that, you wouldn't get to go to football games anymore. Wouldn't get to give blowjobs to linebackers anymore." I whimpered as she tightened the hood. All I could do was focus on breathing.

"Pull up your skirt, Victoria." I did so. I felt my panties being pulled to my ankles. "You will take your punishment without making a sound. Is that clear?" I nodded. Then the first hard smack on my behind. And suddenly my nipples were rock hard. I wanted another and another and another.

"Oh God! Please, Ma'am, give me another!"

My nipples are hard as Anne works me deeper, her lips tight against my crotch, her tongue swirling inside me. Denise has Anne's hair in a tight grip, guiding her head into me. I'm shaking as I suck air through the pipe in the hood.

SMAKKK! OWWWW! Damn that riding crop. Denise urging me on. "Come on, Vickie you cow! Cumm for little Anne! This is your big chance to show her your love. Cumm all over her face!" Yes, that's right, I'm an ejaculator. One of the many things Denise brought out in me during our time together. SMAKKKK!

Flashback

I'm sobbing inside the hood. Still bent over the desk. Denise's fingernail probes my anus. I buck slightly at her touch. "You're clenching. I don't like girls who clench when they're being paddled. We're going to have to do something about that." I whimper. "Stop whimpering and take your medicine like a big girl, Victoria."

Denise goes to her little half-size office refrigerator, takes out a hand of ginger. With a small knife, she cuts off a finger of the ginger and peels the skin from it. She puts the peeled finger in a glass of water to soak while she loosens my hood and pulls off me. "I want you to smell something, Victoria." I blink in the sudden light. She takes the ginger and holds it under my nose. "Smells nice, yes?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Inside you, it won't be so nice, young lady."

She teases my poop hole open with her finger and slides the finger of ginger in deep. Suddenly, there's fire in the hole. Denise's firm hand holds me down as I buck and kick at the sudden, intense pain. "OH GODOHGODOHGOD. It hurts, Ma'am!" "Keep your hole open wide, Victoria. Do not clench and the fire won't be so bad." I cry. "Yes, Ma'am."

Then she takes up the paddle again. WHAKKKKK! "Thank you, Ma'am." I sob. WHAKKK!

Saturday 11:30 am

Drained. Exhausted. Denise has just finished securing my wrists with a pair of heavy cuffs from her "medical bag." Now she's undoing the hood and sliding it off me. I blink in the bright light.

"Look at the mess you made on poor little Anne, Victoria."

I look down at Anne kneeling before me, dripping with globules of white, viscous girlie goo.

"You get down and lick it off her! Now!"

Flashback

I lay across Denise's desk, face up, my crotch covered with a sticky white liquid. More of the sticky stuff covers the open pages of the encyclopedia. Denise wipes me off with tissues.

"What happened, Ma'am? What did I do?" "You came, dear one." "But I never did it like that before." "Well, girl, you were never used by someone who understood you until today. Now roll over."

I roll over. She slides the finger of ginger from my anus.

"You came magnificently, Miss Brinker. You learned something important about your body today. And there's so much more for me to teach you. Would you like that?

I nod. It's a fearful nod.

"But first we must make your term paper disappear. And ensure you never do that again. Don't you agree?"

I nod. She holds the ginger under her nose. She sniffs. She smiles. I shiver.

Saturday 12 noon

"Lunchtime. Time for Victoria's noon feeding, Anne dear."

Vickie is cuffed naked on her knees under the table. The table at which Denise and Anne are seated. Next to her on the floor, a bowl.

"Don't you think she would make a nice housepet, Anne?" Anne giggles. There's a nervous tinge to her laugh. "Then feed her, Anne. You should always feed your pet."

Vickie sees Anne's hand appear under the table. Plop! A piece of chicken breast lands in the bowl. Vickie stares at it.

Denise, in her domme heels, gives Vickie a hard kick.

“Eat, Victoria. And lick the bowl afterwards, like a good little puppy."

Flashback

Denise sits at her desk, correcting papers. Vickie stands in the corner, her nose pressed against the wall. She holds her skirt up above her waist. On her bare tush, the word "CHEATER" is written with a black marker.

A light rap on the door. Vickie flinches. "Stay right where you are, Victoria. Who is it?" Through the door, the secretary's voice. "It's me, Miss Stocks. I have some departmental vouchers that need your initials." "Bring them in." "Oh no, Ma'am, she can't see me like this!" "Shut up, Victoria, and take your punishment like a big girl."

The door opens and Kimiko, a severe-looking Asian woman enters. "Bring them here, Kim." Kim glides past Vickie like she doesn't see her. Denise initials the vouchers and Kimiko pads back out, the door clicking shut behind her.

"How did you feel about that, Victoria?" "I felt like I hated you, Ma'am." "Good. What else?" "I felt my nipples get hard and my pussy get wet." "Good. Very good."

Denise

When lunch was over, Vickie being treated like any other household pet, Denise sat back in her chair and looked at Vickie. "Now my pet, I want you to STAY, like a good little pet. Stay on your hands and knees, you are not permitted to move a muscle."

Handing Anne a small leather whip she added "Anne, you may touch her as you like but do not allow her to cum. If she moves at all you may whip her five times for each movement. If she cums before I return I will whip you instead."

Leaving the room, Denise smiled to herself, pulling out a couple of weekend bags from her room and filling them with various necessities.

Vickie hears Denise rummaging around in the other room. If it was anyone else, she'd storm in there and shout, "Hey! What do you think you're doing with our things?" But not with Denise. Not with "Crazy Out-of-Control" Denise.

Without looking up, without moving a muscle, she whispers, "I'm sorry, Anne. Sorry I ever introduced you to that lunatic." WHIPPPPPPPPPPP!!! Anne brings the whip down hard on Vickie's naked back. OWWWWWW!!!

Denise's voice from the other room. "Did my little fatty move, Anne dearest?"

"I. I took care of her, Mistress."

"Good girl"

Vickie feels her nipples getting so hard. She feels an orgasm building inside her.

Having prepared everything she needed, Denise stood behind Vickie, trailing the whip over her nipples and between her legs slowly, teasing her.

"We're going to have to get you into shape" she uttered, pushing Vickie's head down until her lips were pressed against the floor, her ass sticking into the air. Reaching down Denise yanked each of her nipples and swiped at her ass with the whip, keeping each blow low, just above her thighs so it grazed her pussy too.

Threading her fingers through Anne's hair she pulled her out to the car, letting her go when she was sat on the backseat. Going back inside she slipped a blindfold around Vickie's eyes, leaving the cuffs on and yanking her hair much harder than Anne's, dragging her to her feet.

"Come on pet" she ordered sternly, pulling her to the car and forcing her into the backseat, threading the belt around her but then pushing her head so she sprawled over the seat, her face resting in Anne's lap.

Driving for a while Denise smiled with anticipation as she turned into the farmyard.

The car windows open slightly, the wind whistling through the cracks.

All kinds of crazy sensations in Vickie's mind. Her lips on Anne's lap, smelling Anne's sex so close through the thin garment, the electricity in the air from her long hair. Vickie can't help herself. She presses her tongue into Anne's crotch. She kisses it, sucks on it, worships it. Anne tries to draw back. She silently pushes Vickie's head away.

Denise's voice, harsh and distant. "What's going on back there?"

The car suddenly starts bouncing. Vickie thinks, "We're on a dirt driveway." The smell of country dust in the air.

Flashback

Denise's office. Vickie is naked, her clothes and shoes folded neatly on a shelf next to a 6-inch figurine of an 18th-century Countess being tongue-fucked by a maid. She kneels at Denise's feet, her head on Denise's lap. She looks up into Denise's dark, unfeeling eyes.

Denise whispers, "Go ahead, girl. Undo my belt. I want you."

Anne

This was getting complicated. It all started when Vickie took me with her when she had to meet with Denise to turn in her late paper. She was afraid to be alone, knowing Denise was a Dyke and would abose her. But her eyes and mine met, and she knew I would be her willing sub.

Later we met again in her office, just the two of us, and she ordered me to seduce my naive little roommate which I was gl;ad to do

I had to threaten her that I would move out, but I would never do that. How could I ever find another sweet young thing that would make love to me the way Vickie does? Denise will never find out, at least not from me, that Vickie and i shower together and also use the shower floor whenever one of us needs to pee, and we take turns with one of us lying there on the tiles while the other straddles me and pisses all over me, slowly moving up over chesrt and breasts and ending up pissing in the other's mouth.

I love her totally, but also need to be dominated and the arrangement is perfect for me.

Whatever either of them wants to do with me I will willingly and lovingly accept.

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