Hexevoria (FINISHED) (F/F)

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With the smug grin of a victorious conqueror, the Leather Queen stood over her imprisoned rival.

"You know, I'll admit that I was a tad embarrassed when you mummified me in the town square and pelted me with all that gross fruit, but you'll find that I have a tendency to bounce back."

Not one to accept defeat so easily, the bound, gagged, and naked Tape Queen pulled against the leather armbinder and straps that bound her into a neat little bundle. She defiantly spewed all manner of profanities into the red ball that filled her mouth, but the gargled results served only to demonstrate just how powerless she was. A fact that the Leather Queen was well aware of.

Her triumphant grin morphed into a devious stare as she leaned in close to her prisoner, and slowly strapped a leather collar around her neck.

"I think I'll hold a parade to celebrate this little turnaround. A parade that will march through every corner of Bondageville! Whoever will take the Tape Tribe seriously after they see you all strapped up and on display atop the head float? My loveliest trophy yet!"

The mortifying thought of her captor's cruel plan inspired such rage in the Tape Queen that she was able to push the ball gag out of her mouth. She growled with carefully clenched teeth, as the gag's tight strap kept it pressed over her mouth.

"If you think that flaunting me through town will break my followers' resolve, then you are gravely mistaken. Our war will wage forever!"

The Leather Queen threw her head back and cackled a villainous laugh. She rose to her feet and looked down at the bound Tape Queen with her hands on her hips.

"Then wage away, and see how that works out for you. I for one look forward to the endless opportunities to put the enemy tribes where they belong..."

She raised her foot and, lowered it onto the Tape Queen's face. The spike of her stiletto heel pressed down on the ball gag and forced it back into her helpless prisoner's mouth.

"...under my heel."

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"AAH!"

Paige gasped and shivered in her chair. That had been a particularly intense orgasm, and her homemade gag had done little to dampen her moans.

It came as no surprise. This 'Tribal Ties' series of bondage porn was some of the best she'd ever seen. Everything about it was just amazing! And she wasn't even a third of the way through. Her bound hands guided the mouse over the 'download' button and clicked away.

With her ecstasy now subsiding, she lifted her wrists to her mouth and pulled her bandana out from between her lips. With her self-imposed gag removed, she began biting away at the knot that bound her wrists. She could smell herself on her fingers, and the scent made her feel ashamed.

It was summer, she had just recently graduated from high school, and all of her friends were basking in their new-found freedom. It had been a non-stop party!

And yet, this is what she looked forward to the most: Tying herself up with shoelaces, gagging herself with old clothes, and pleasuring herself to videos of women in bondage.

There were some kinky skeletons in Paige’s closet.

At the very least, it would help to find at least one hot guy on these websites. It seemed like every male rigger on the internet was either three times her age, or four times her weight. It sucked that all the best porn was girl-on-girl.

Truthfully, Paige didn't mind looking at other girls. Some of those models were undeniably cute, and more than once had she checked to see if any of them did makeup tutorials on the side.

Gay porn could get her off, but what she truly hated was the fact that only bondage porn could get her off. Why couldn't she just be normal?! Life would be so much easier if she didn't have to hide a part of herself from all her friends. Paige had been one of the most popular girls at school; and even though that school was now behind her, she still had connections that she had to maintain.

She remembered the side-splitting entertainment that her friends had generated amongst themselves by spreading rumours about the less popular students. Rumours about Hannah Gilbertson getting arrested just so she could see how handcuffs felt, or about Jake Finkleberg getting hard at the mere sight of a girl wearing a choker.

Sometimes, a friend of hers would fabricate something just to see how far they could get their stories to travel. The great lying game. Being in a town as conservative as theirs, the topic of sex was so taboo that any sexually deviant gossip was guaranteed to bring widespread embarrassment.

So just imagine how everyone would react if they found out that they'd been hanging out with a real kinkster all this time?

Paige didn't honestly know how they'd react. All she knew was that she'd definitely rock the boat. The first kinky gossip to actually be true. Well... except for maybe Freaky Filia.

Freaky Filia. There she went entering Paige's thoughts yet again. The quiet emo girl that had only lasted two months at their school before transferring out. Filia was Paige's age. Lacking in height, but blessed in every other department. She had an excellent body despite modest performances in gym class, and Paige would kill to have Filia's breasts and butt. She would even consider Filia quite pretty if only she didn't hide her face behind all that dark makeup and those ridiculous bangs.

Paige didn't start the rumour of Freaky Filia, but she was fairly certain that it was based on nothing but the fringe girl's fondness for chokers and wristbands. The thing is, she knew something that the others didn't. One morning before class, she had caught a glance inside Filia's backpack, and spotted a wrist cage.

Paige never told anyone, because then she would have to explain how she knew what a wrist cage was, but that encounter still left Filia as the only person she'd ever known who was actually into that stuff. The memory of that kinky girl from school had stayed fresh in Paige's mind ever since.

Filia and Paige were obviously never close, but Paige did know where she lived. And despite her best efforts, ideas just kept sprouting from that knowledge. Ideas that only got more and more tempting over time, until...

"Fuck it. No one will know."

Paige went into the closet and weighed her options. She wanted to look sexy, but also professional. However, that plan quickly died when she realized that she didn't really have anything that met both of those criteria. So, sexy it was!

She picked out a strapless peach dress and some matching heels. It was one of her favourite things to wear when her friends wanted to go clubbing in the city. It was form-fitting and short, but it wasn't her most revealing outfit.

With her wardrobe picked out, she now knew just what look to go for. Paige went into the bathroom and gave her straight blonde hair a quick brush before moving on to makeup. She made sure not to overdo it and keep a 'natural' look going. A bit of work on the lashes, cheeks, and lips, and she had herself all ready to go.

(Here’s an image of Paige all dressed up.)
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She texted her parents to tell them that she was going to hang out with friends tonight. Then, she went through her phone and turned off the maps feature on Snapchat so no one could see where she was. Finally, she grabbed her purse, got in her truck, and sped out of town. Tonight was the night.

She pulled off of the highway and rolled down the driveway to the farm. Filia's house was separated from the highway by a small forest, which would provide good cover for Paige, and keep passersby from recognizing her car.

There weren't any animals in sight, and the sheds were devoid of any vehicles. The farm was inactive, but Paige knew from her old bus route that this was Filia's home. Suddenly, she felt as though she was wearing a tight shirt, and struggled to control her breathing.

"Relax," She whispered to herself. "Nobody's ever scared you before, so why should she be any different?"

She took a deep breath and stepped out of her truck. Approaching the door, she told herself over and over that no one would find out she went here. Even if they did, she could easily make up a story.

Standing on the rickety old porch, she smoothed the wrinkles out of her dress and knocked on the door.

Nothing. No one was home. Of course! This whole thing was a stupid idea. She should have known--

Creeeak

Paige found herself accidentally holding her breath as she stood face to face with the girl that she and her friends had terrorized so long ago.

"Umm... Hi, Filia."
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Excellent start, you've definitely done a solid job of setting the scene. My one issue is that I can't load the image of Paige's outfit. The story itself is stellar otherwise.
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Thanks a ton! Try it now, [mention]Steak in a Tree[/mention].
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Now it works. Thanks :)
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Well written, well edited, and a good plot. Off to an excellent start here. Thanks for posting!
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"Ophelia."

Paige felt so awkward. This girl looked so stone-faced and cold. "Um... excuse me?"

"My name is Ophelia," she repeated slowly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I actually didn't know that. I'm Paige." She forced a smile and held out her hand, but Ophelia didn't shake it.

Instead, she asked, "You from Hornstone High?"

"Y-yeah," Paige stammered. "Do you uh, remember me?"

Ophelia gave a blank frown. "No. Hornstone was just the only place where the kids were too dumb to remember all four syllables of my name."

"Kay, well, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

It was then that Paige finally noticed Ophelia's attire. She had only ever seen her in their school uniform, but this was a whole different level of non-conformity. Below the waist, she was wearing knee-high boot heels with tons of straps on them, fishnet stockings, and black denim shorts with a studded belt. Above the waist, she sported some satanic-looking crop top, spiked bracelets on each wrist, and tons of neck accessories, including a spiked collar.

(For those who are wondering, this is Ophelia's look.)
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The only thing familiar about her was her face, and even it seemed to have more piercings and makeup that Paige could ever recall. Did Ophelia always dress like that out of school? Paige and Ophelia were dressed for two different worlds, but in a manner of speaking, Ophelia had put more effort into her looks than Paige had.

"Um," Paige nervously muttered. "Did I interrupt something?"

"Not really. I just got off Twitch. What do you want?"

Oh, crap. Paige had no idea how she was supposed to segway into the real reason she was here. She felt stuck between a rock and an awkward place. A reeeeaaallly awkward place.

"Um, well I wanted to talk to you, but I don't know your number, and you're not on any social media--"

"I am," she interjected. "I just don't use my real name."

"Oh, well, what's your online name?"

Ophelia sneered a bit as she responded. "Only friends know that."

Paige normally wouldn't have stood for that kind of snark for one second, but this was different. She felt vulnerable, as though she were walking on a tightrope and had to make every decision very carefully.

"Well," Paige said. "What if I want to be your friend?"

"Then you'd have to explain why," Ophelia said with some curiosity.

Paige took a deep breath. This was it. "Well, for a while now, I've been curious about... certain things. Things that you could maybe help me with."

Ophelia stepped away and slammed the door, but Paige was fast. She threw her foot in the door and blocked it just in time. Before she knew it, she was spilling her guts out to Ophelia. Telling her everything as though her mouth were a dam that had just broken wide open.

"No! Wait! Please wait! It's not a prank or anything. I really do love bondage and I'm on BoundHub every day and I know the whole Freaky Filia thing was bullshit but I saw your wrist cage and I need your help because I don't know why I'm like this and you're the only person who can-- oh my gawd." She gasped and threw her hands over her mouth upon realizing how loud she was yammering. "Is there anyone else here?"

For the first time, Ophelia smiled. She laughed and shook her head. "No, Paige. Dad's always travelling for work, and Mom works nights."

She paused and looked Paige up and down before finally letting pressure off the door. "Come on inside."

Paige entered. She was relieved that she hadn't been shot down, but she also felt like she was walking into a lion's den. Much to the contrary, the farmhouse's interior was pretty homey. It was fairly 'open concept' with narrow support columns in lieu of walls, but the old furniture and decorations gave the modern layout a very vintage charm to it.

Ophelia stood in front of Paige with her arms crossed. "So, you want my help because you have a kink and you don't know why. Is that right?"

Paige stood there, not sure what paralysis had fallen over her. She didn't know what to say or do anymore, and her natural confidence had been completely replaced with vulnerability. Eventually, she just nodded her head, and Ophelia cracked a smile in response.

"I think I see the problem. Wait here." She ascended up the stairs, leaving Paige all alone with her uncomfortable mixture of fear and excitement.

Eventually, Ophelia returned with a sizable guitar case. By the bulge of her muscles, it was apparent that this case was quite a bit heavier than one would expect. All this left Paige very confused.

Paige leaned in, trying to glance at the guitar case's interior as Ophelia laid it down and undid the latches. "Um... what's in the case?"

"You don't get to look in the case." Ophelia pointed to the floor and twirled her finger around in a circle. "Now turn around."

Paige wanted to protest. She wanted to take charge and put herself in control of the situation. There were a dozen things that she wanted. But instead, she turned around and did what Ophelia wanted.

She heard some clanking and shuffling behind her. She swallowed hard and tried her best to think of something to say, but before she could come up with anything witty, Ophelia stepped in front of her.

"You see, your problem is that you want to know why you have a kink. You'll never know the answer to that, and you'll never need to." She spoke differently now. No longer hostile, but strict. As though she were a teacher.

"What you should be asking, is what to do with it. I can show you, but you'll need to give me your honesty, and your trust. Your complete, and absolute trust. We cannot proceed otherwise." She lifted her hands, displaying an open collar in front of Paige. "That choice will be up to you."

Paige could hardly believe what was happening. This offer was like something from her porn collection. It wasn't fair! She didn't deserve an ultimatum like this! But Ophelia was her only real-life option, and those were her conditions.

"Are you going to tie me up," Paige asked softly, not even sure what she wanted the answer to be.

Ophelia smiled, and whispered, "I'm going to liberate you."

Paige didn't understand what that meant, but it did sound a bit comforting. She thought hard about what she wanted, and what she wasn't willing to settle for. With the meekness of a lost child, she took the collar and placed it on her neck.

It was cold. The outside was lined with a wide steel strip, but the inside was coated with rubber, which chafed a fair bit. There was a D-ring bolted over her throat, and two others on each side. Ophelia stepped behind her and fastened the odd buckle. She tightened it, but not so tight that it--

Click

"Wh-What was that," Paige asked with fear in her voice.

"That was the padlock that will keep your collar on for as long as I desire."

Paige's mind began to race. The collar had a locking mechanism? This was really bad. The collar had steel in it, so even if she ran away, she couldn't cut it off with scissors. She didn't have anything that could cut it, so she'd have to ask for help, which would mean confessing why she had a collar on in the first place. Ophelia had managed to put Paige at her mercy with a single padlock.

"From now on, I will take care of all your needs, and I will decide what your needs are." Ophelia's voice boomed throughout the house. She sounded so confident. So powerful. So dominant.

"If I decide that you need some pleasure, then I will pleasure you. If I decide that you need some discipline, then I will discipline you. You may not always like it, but it will all go towards an invaluable revelation that will set you free. Until then, you are mine, and you will act like it. Understood?"

Paige took a deep breath. She tried her best to sound confident in herself. She couldn't just allow Ophelia to walk all over her without some defiance. "Yes."
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This Story sounds very promising to me. A fine Idea, well executed!
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Very neat story and I really like how each chapter ends with something that just makes you want to read more. I hope you'll continue it soon! Thanks for sharing!
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(Thank you, everyone, for the reads and feedback. Now, we get to the part you've all patiently waited for!)



"Good girl. Now, hold still. I'm going to run a little test..." Ophelia said while allowing her hands to slide down Paige's arms.

Fear and excitement rushed over Paige as Ophelia grabbed her arms and slowly pulled them behind her back. Paige put her hands together, but Ophelia just kept on going. Seconds later, Paige found herself with her back straightened, her breasts jutting out farther than ever, and her elbows touching behind her back.

"Wow," Ophelia exclaimed. "You don't often find someone that flexible. And you say you've never been tied up before?"

Paige clenched her jaw, knowing full well what was coming as she felt the brush of ropes along her biceps. "Not really. One time on vacation, I got my cousins to tie me to a chair, but we were kids, and they did a lousy job."

Ophelia cinched the two-column tie on Paige's elbows with remarkable speed and weaved the excess rope down Paige's forearms. "I feel like there's more to it than that?"

"Well..." Tingles ran down Paige's spine as Ophelia moved on to her wrists. "My dad found us playing like that. He gave me an embarrassing lecture about playing safely, and even prayed for all of us."

Ophelia scoffed as she tied off the two-column wrist tie. "He actually found prayer necessary? Tell me, if I was a good person all my life, but I also indulged my kinky side, would I still get into heaven?"

"Well, yeah... I guess so."

"Then why is suppressing our kinks necessary?"

Paige paused, not sure how to answer.

"Answer my question, Paige!"

The brain cells in Paige's head scrambled for a quick answer. "I-I guess it's not my place to que-- hggmmmrph!"

Her eyebrows shot up into her hairline as Ophelia reached around her and shoved a red ball gag in her mouth. "If you're not going to answer me honestly, then there's no point in keeping your privilege of speech!"

Paige had somewhat managed to keep her composure so far; but now, everything was so overwhelming. Her arms were securely tied up, she had a collar locked around her neck, and now, she had a ball gag in her mouth. Her cheeks burned red, and her heart bounced around in her ribcage. She was expecting to start off slow, but Ophelia clearly had other plans. This was insane! They hadn't even agreed on a safeword!

These emotions hit her so hard that she didn't even notice herself whimpering until Ophelia walked in front of her with a satisfied smirk. "Not bad, but I can do better."

She grabbed two chin straps that were attached to the sides of Paige's gag and buckled them tightly under her chin, forcing her to bite down on the big rubber ball at all times. With that done, Ophelia stroked Paige's cheek and looked tauntingly into her eyes. "Oh, you are just precious with a gag on. And it only gets better from here on out!"

Ophelia gave Paige a couple of playful slaps to the face, and she trembled in response. She was worried that her captor had a very different opinion than her on what was 'better'. These worries were only confirmed when Ophelia gripped the sides of Paige's dress and yanked it down to her ankles without warning.

"MMMNN! NNMMPH!" Paige screamed and shook her head in a panic as Ophelia left her in nothing but her white underwear.

Ophelia simply ignored her subject's protests and admired the sight of her helpless, naked body. "Just stunning! And I know just what to do with you..."

She undid one of her neck chains, which had a fairly big clip on the end of it. She then wrapped an arm around Paige and pressed their bodies together as she clipped the chain onto her collar. Ophelia shot Paige a naughty grin before turning around and tugging on her makeshift leash.

"Come on," Ophelia chirped, and began leading Paige through the house. She exaggerated the sway of her hips as she strutted away with prisoner in tow.

Were it any other situation, the sheer embarrassment of it all would make Paige want to retreat into a shadowy corner and shrink out of existence. But for whatever reason, she wanted this to continue. So, she marched onward. Begrudging, yet obedient. It occurred to her that if she saw any other model in this exact situation, she would find it incredibly hot.

At the end of their little walk, Paige found herself standing in the middle of an empty spare bedroom, with Ophelia shifting through her guitar case. She had also brought a long stick and a chair from the kitchen in with her. Paige still didn't know what Ophelia was planning, but by her grin, it was clear that she would soon find out.

"Mmmph," Paige squealed as Ophelia stuck her hands between her legs.

"Spread 'em, cutie."

Paige awkwardly complied as best she could, but she had to stop and point down at the high heels still on her feet "Chnn yhh pwhhz thhk mmf mn ffhmms?" She pleaded with her eyes.

"Awe, are your shoes starting to hurt," Ophelia teased. "Well, too bad. If you could see your butt right now, you would understand that the heels cannot go. Now, back to business..."

Paige mewled uselessly as Ophelia 'persuaded' her legs to spread even further. She then turned the stick into a spreader bar by tying Paige's feet to it with a square lashing technique. Next, she pulled the chair behind Paige.

Paige tried to turn and see what Ophelia was up to. It looked as though she was about to be tied to a chair, but she'd never seen that combined with a spreader bar before. Much to her surprise, she wasn't seated in the chair. Instead, Ophelia fastened a simple hitch to the ropes on Paige's wrists, then stood up on the chair.

"Whhm rhr yh dmhinm? Nnmmph!" Paige’s heart began to pound as she realized what was happening. But it was far too late.

Ophelia ran the rope through a hook that Paige hadn't noticed in the ceiling, and pulled. Paige cried out loudly as her arms were forced up behind her, and she found herself leaning forward in an effective strappado.

Ophelia tied the suspension rope off and began playing with Paige's hair. "Relax, Paige. Getting too excited will only increase the drooling from your gag."

Ophelia may not have realized it yet, but her advice had come too late. Paige could already feel a big glob leaking out on her bottom lip. At least she wouldn't have to worry about it getting in her hair, because Ophelia grabbed it all up and connected it to another strand of rope. Seconds later, Paige's head was forced up, and her hair was tied to the ceiling as well.

With her head, arms, and legs tied up in rope, Paige was completely immobilized. The only thing that she could even wiggle was her--

SMACK

Ophelia brought her hand down on Paige's exposed butt, and muffled cries echoed through the house. "Gawd, you were made for this! A hot, flexible body with long arms and legs, and lips that fit perfectly around that ball to make an adorable gag-voice."

She left Paige alone and returned shortly with a mirror from the hallway. "But don't take my word for it. See for yourself..."

Ophelia held up the mirror, and the first thing Paige saw was her drooling, mortified face. It was so red, it nearly matched her degrading gag. The second thing she noticed, was just how exposed she was. Every part of her body was spread out and bound in place, leaving her completely helpless to resist whatever Ophelia had planned next. Once again, Paige found herself overcome with shame. Because despite all of the fear, discomfort, and humiliation, she had never been so turned on.

Ophelia put the mirror down and stepped in front of Paige with a cheeky grin on her face. She put her hands behind her back and leaned forward until her face was inches from her prisoner's. "But I think that my favourite part of having you all stripped down, bound, and gagged, is that you can't run around talking shit anymore!"

"Whhmmm?!" Paige's heart sank.

"You actually thought that I didn't remember you? That I didn't remember any of the pricks that got their entire school to treat me like a pariah," Ophelia growled as she stood up and paced around her terrified prisoner. "I was called every single letter ever put under the LGBT banner. I was hounded day and night by perverts asking if I wanted to suck their feet or let them piss on me. I had to go to another goddamned school just to get away from your two-faced bullshit!"

A lump formed in Paige's throat. "Mm shrry. Mn vhmy shrry! Pwmms lmm mn gho!"

Ophelia responded with a swift slap against Paige's cheek. "Shut up! If you think you can cover your ass with an apology, then you're gravely mistaken. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

Paige's eyes doubled in size as Ophelia reached into her back pocket, and pulled out her phone. She turned it on and pointed the camera at her crying, pleading captive. "Only this time, I'll be giving them all the truth."
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"You see, your problem is that you want to know why you have a kink. You'll never know the answer to that, and you'll never need to."
Just that one line makes the story worthwhile, but there's so much more. You're an excellent writer, [mention]TomYi[/mention]. The characters are well done and the plot is believable. Definitely looking forward to whatever comes next
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You were right that I was patiently waiting for the last chapter but now I am eagerly and patiently waiting for the next one. This is a fantastic story!
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(Thanks everyone for the kind words. Here we go again!)


'This isn't happening! This can't be happening,' Paige thought to herself as Ophelia moved around her, snapping picture after picture from every possible angle. It took everything she had not to tear up when Ophelia went for the close-ups on her face. This was worse than the worst possible scenario Paige had feared when she first came over.

"You are just a natural model," Ophelia teased. "And we even have decent lighting in here too!"

The strappado hurt so much to struggle against, but Paige persisted. She twisted and wriggled and strained and begged incessantly into her gag. It caused her to drool more, but she was desperate to get through to her captor somehow.

Of course, her efforts ground to a screeching halt, and she went still as a statue when she realized that Ophelia had started to film her. Even so, she couldn't help but mewl under her breath every now and then.

Without warning, Ophelia gripped Paige's ass and gave it a good squeeze. It made her even wetter than before, and she resented it.

"Simply irresistible," Ophelia whispered to herself before walking around and coming face-to-face with Paige again. "I'm gonna go set something up, but I can't risk you falling down and ripping your arms off. So, the strappado's coming down. Don't you dare misbehave, now."

Paige sniffed and nodded her head. "Mm-hmm."

"Good girl." Ophelia untied Paige's hair from the ceiling and lowered her hands down. Even though her elbows were still tied, she felt a massive relief in her shoulders. Ophelia then left without saying a word, swaying her hips as she disappeared through the doorway.

Paige had to think of something, and fast. The room was fairly empty, and there wasn't anything sharp to cut herself loose with, but maybe Ophelia had something in the guitar case that could work. Maybe--

"Mmn!" Paige's face lit up when she saw that Ophelia had left her phone on top of the case. She had to get it. Now!

Unfortunately, the case was way out of arm's reach, and Paige's high heels went very poorly with her spreader bar. She had to get down on the floor if she wanted any chance at moving, but she had to try not to make any noise.

She focused, and slowly squatted herself down as far as she could go. Once she was sure she had reached her limit, she fell forward and landed on her knees with a light thud. Not too bad at all.

The next part proved far more difficult for Paige. In her position, there was no efficient way to move around. In the end, she made her way to the guitar case by shuffling around on her knees. It was tedious, and it made for some burnt knees, but if it works, it works.

She grabbed the phone with her bound hands and twisted them in front of her body so that she could see the screen. If it wasn't locked, then those photos were as good as gone. If not, maybe she could use the emergency dial to call the cops and make up some story about being kidna--

Paige halted as she stared down at the screen with sheer confusion. Ophelia had the exact same screensaver as hers! But, how? Paige tried to figure out how she had gotten that picture but was interrupted by a soft voice. "The first lesson of the night is trust."

Paige's heart skipped a beat as her head shot up to see a smiling Ophelia leaning against the doorway. "Bondage is all about trust, which is why you can't let yourself fear your partner. Being scared to give up control will take all the fun out of any session."

She smiled and approached Paige. "Sure, I may push the boundaries of your comfort zone, but that's only to expand your potential. I may also act like I intend to hurt you..."

Ophelia took the phone from Paige's hands. She ripped her phone case off and displayed the familiar phone to her captive. The truth hit Paige like a wave of relief. She must have discreetly swapped phone cases, and had been using Paige's phone the whole time!

"...but that's all part of the act." Ophelia made a warm smile as she reached behind Paige's head and undid her gag.

The ball evacuated her mouth with a little pop. "Thanks! My jaw was starting to hurt. You really had me scared there, Ophelia. I thought you were going to eat me alive!"

Ophelia giggled. "Not tonight."

The innuendo flew right over Paige's overjoyed head. "But why? Why aren't you taking revenge on me after what happened to you?"

For the first time that night, Ophelia looked a little uncertain. She sat down next to Paige and put an arm around her. "I'm honestly still mad at you and your pretentious clique, and revenge was a big reason behind that little scare back there. But we've graduated now, and it's time for all of us to grow up. I guess I just figured that neither of us would get to grow as people if I held on to that grudge."

Paige felt her heart flutter. Suddenly, she no longer felt like a damsel in distress. She felt like she was in the company of a friend. "That's... That's really mature, Ophelia. And for what it's worth, I really am sorry for what happened. I wish I had been your friend when we first met."

Ophelia's lips curled into a naughty grin, and she handed Paige her phone back. "Yeah, well, there's a bit more to it than that. Take a look at your photo album."

Paige obeyed right away and unlocked her phone, now curious to see what she would find. Her cheeks warmed up yet again when she saw photo after photo of herself roped up, ball gagged, and begging like a bitch in her strappado.

"That right there the main reason I let you in," Ophelia said. "You're way too cute to turn away! You actually look kind of like Chloe Toy in that photo."

"Really?" The compliment got Paige all tickled. Chloe Toy was one of her favourite female porn stars.

"Really. Now, my little play partner, let's get you into something more comfortable..."

Ophelia started by untying Paige's legs from the stick, which she was very grateful for. Then, she untied her arms, and the relief was unbelievable. With the emotional rollercoaster she had just gone through, Paige hadn't even realized how badly she needed to stretch her arms.

For the next little bit, Paige sat on the floor and engaged in some of the best stretches of her life. It was so damn rejuvenating, she didn't notice Ophelia standing over her until she spoke up. She had something hidden behind her back.

"Ahem! I have decided that you need to get back in action." She held out her hand for Paige and spoke more softly. "Don't worry. I promise this time won't be as strict."

After pausing for only a split second, Paige took her hand and rose to her feet. Ophelia spun her finger around as she had earlier, but she didn't say anything. She didn't need to. Paige obediently turned around and crossed her wrists behind her back.

She stared ahead and fought her curious desire to look back. Suddenly, the silence was broken by clanking metal. She felt Ophelia put something cold behind her wrists.

Ophelia clamped the device in place, and Paige shivered from the memories it brought back. She could feel that it was a wrist cage. Probably the very same wrist cage that had set her down this path. It was a type of handcuff that had four arms which closed around the wrists and held them in a crossed position.

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Ophelia snapped a little padlock on, locking the cuffs in place. Paige could feel that Ophelia had put little fuzzy sleeves on the four arms to make them more comfortable.

"And that's all the binds I need," Ophelia whispered as she let her hands wander over Paige's body. "I know it seems tame compared to what came before, but I have ways to compensate..."

Ophelia's hands glided down Paige's sides, pinched the strings of her panties, and started pulling down. Paige flinched and spun around, putting a bit of distance between herself and Ophelia. "Wait! Is that necessary?"

Ophelia made an angry face and slapped her. "I decide what your needs are, remember? Don't go against my will again! Understand?"

Paige stood there, recovering from the stinging sensation in her cheek. She wasn't as scared as she had been before, but she still didn't look forward to what was next. "Y-yes, Ophelia."

Ophelia silently smiled at Paige and stepped in front of her, maintaining eye contact for as long as possible before squatting down to the floor, taking Paige's panties with her. Paige's anxiety began to return when she saw Ophelia ball them up into a wad.

"Oh no! Not the panty gag! Please! I really don't feel that way about this. It's not a sexy--"

Ophelia held the panty wad in front of Paige's mouth, and she knew from her last gag that she wouldn't get to finish her sentence. So, instead of falling for Ophelia's trap, she closed her mouth shut and made pleading eyes.

They locked eyes for a long moment. But then, Paige gasped and let out a little cry as Ophelia grabbed at her exposed crotch. Ophelia took full advantage of the opportunity and stuffed the panties all the way into Paige's mouth.

She clasped her hand over Paige's mouth and grinned. "You're not being honest with me. That pussy of yours was about forty degrees too hot for what you said to be true. It's clear that we still have some work to do, so hold still.

Ophelia turned away and moved to the guitar case. Paige was tempted to spit the panties out, but she remembered Ophelia's warning and decided that she was better off staying on her domme's good side. She had read stories online from people who didn't like their first panty gag but quickly learned to like the taste. Well, Paige didn't like the taste, and it wasn't getting any better. Regrettably, she did kind of like how it made her feel though.

Ophelia returned with a roll of silver duct tape. Paige closed her lips, knowing from her self-bondage experiences that tape gags were better that way. Ophelia plastered a short strip over her mouth and smoothed it tightly on. She then stuck two longer strips over the first, not putting as much effort into pressing them down everywhere.

Paige tested it by trying to open her mouth, and the tape did an excellent job of keeping her lips together. Ophelia grabbed Paige's leash and gave it a tug. "Let's go, babe."

Paige kept up with Ophelia's pace as she marched her out of the room.
This time felt better. It felt less like she was being dragged away, and more like she was being guided along.

Paige found herself staring at Ophelia's butt quite a bit. Her hips moved so much when she walked, there was no way that wasn't intentional. Paige was so fixated on it, she didn't notice her surroundings until Ophelia stopped her.

"Okay. We're here!"

They certainly hadn't gone far. Only to the end of the hallway outside the empty room. There was a blank wall in front of them where Paige guessed the mirror had been removed. Whatever had been hanging there, it was gone, and a large hook was screwed into the wall where it had been. Paige looked down and saw a rope, a paddle, and come more cuffs on the floor. The rope had a little loop tied at its end and had a simple knot tied in it at about every twelve inches. She figured the cuffs were meant for her ankles since they were kind of big and had a three-foot chain.

"Turn around." Paige obeyed her domme's order, and was surprised by what she saw.

That rope on the floor was huge! It ran between her legs, down the hall, and across the wide open living area. It was maybe sixty feet long, and it was rising. Paige looked behind her to see Ophelia pulling hard on the rope's end. It lifted off the floor as it was pulled tight and latched onto the hook.

"Mmph nhmmph!" Paige whimpered behind her gag as the knotted rope touched her crotch and she realized what was happening.

Too late. Ophelia bent down and promptly locked the leg cuffs around her ankles. There was no way she was stepping off the rope now!

"So," Ophelia said in a mocking tone. "You say that this isn't sexy at all to you? That you're just curious about having casual fun with ropes? Fine. Then this should be no problem for you at all."

She pointed down the knotted tightrope to the other end of the house. "At the end of this rope, you'll find the keys to your restraints, including your collar. If you want to put a stop to this and go free, then you'll just have to go fetch."

"Nm gmm mmph-- MMMN!" Paige's pleas were cut off by a scream as Ophelia slapped the paddle hard across Paige's ass.

"Hop to it!"
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I did anticipate Ophelia being a bit resentful of her past tormentors, however I'm glad you made her take the mature approach. Makes for a much better dynamic between the two of them, in my opinion.

Thanks for the update.
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The story and writing are excellent. I'm also pleased to have it turn into a semi-consensual scene.
Thanks for this delightful tale!
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Even more exciting now that we see Ophelia is a strict but not evil domme. Great writing!
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Thank you everybody! Next part might take a little longer to write. Bit preoccupied this weekend.
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Good stuff so far. I’m excited for the next update!
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"Grrrmmph," Paige groaned as she passed over the first knot.

The chain on her leg cuffs was plenty long enough to allow her to walk at an average pace, but she took her time inching her way along. She knew that pacing herself was the best chance she had of making it.

SMACK

Paige's muffled cries echoed down the hallway as Ophelia brought the paddle down on her butt again. "Faster, girl, faster!"

That bitch! This was so not fair! Her options were being taken away one by one, and the whole thing felt like an unbeatable game meant to trap her. She couldn't take it slow, and Ophelia probably wouldn't allow her to jump over the knots. Her leg cuffs kept her from stepping over the rope, and she couldn't even struggle without getting even more turned on.

If the wrist cage didn't have that fluffy padding, then the pain might be enough to help her focus. But now all she felt when she tugged with her arms was a soft but unyielding grip, reminding her that she was at her domme's mercy. Making her hands hurt probably wouldn't even work anyway. The pain in her buttocks certainly wasn't helping her out.

The effective restraints, her exposed body, the sweaty collar, the taste of her own muzzling panties, the spanking, being forcibly marched along a tightrope that was almost guaranteed to give her an orgasm; it all formed a perfect storm of helplessness and humiliation.

If Paige were watching this happen to someone else in a porno, she probably would have cummed already.

But this wasn't a porno. This was Paige, and she was far too dignified for this. She was a queen. A champion! Not some slave girl to be tormented and forced to submit.

As the rope angled up even higher into her crotch and the knots became more and more frequent, Paige cursed whatever unnatural part of her psyche that was making this such a turn-on.

Paige had to get a grip somehow, and she had an idea. As she walked along the rope, Paige closed her eyes and focused on all the people that she could lose if she gave in to the freak within her. All her friends and the normal life she shared with them. Her father, who had scolded her so long ago for even playing with this idea.

"Mmph!"

Paige's eyes shot open as she felt Ophelia reach into her bra and scoop out her boobs. She tried to pull away, but her struggling caused the rope to shift around inside her and generate an unwelcome wave of pleasure.

"My my my, look at these pretty gumdrops," Ophelia said teasingly. She pointed to Paige's exposed nipples, which were indisputably hard. "Someone's having a good time, even if she can't say it."

Ophelia threw a mischevious grin at Paige and grabbed her butt, keeping pressure on it and forcing her forward while she reached over and played with her hard nipples. "Don't worry, cutie. You look every bit as good as you feel."

'No no no,' Paige thought to herself. 'What did I do to deserve this?! I didn't lie!'

At this point, the sensations in her groin were unbearable. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused.

She wasn't turned on. "Mmph."

She wasn't turned on. "Mmmph!"

She wasn't turned on! "MMMHMMHNNPH!"

Paige stopped dead in her tracks, panting and trembling and trying her best to hide her face under her hair. She hated herself at that moment. How could she have just let herself do that in the middle of some stranger's living room?!

Ophelia's hands reached up and cradled Paige's face. She pulled her in and pressed her lips over Paige's tape gag "Mmwa. Good girl! You even made it further down the rope than I usually do."

She pulled away and stared into Paige's eyes. "The second lesson of the night is honesty. Not only can the domme not take proper care of the sub if there's no truthful communication, but the sub can't properly enjoy herself either if she tries to pretend that a turn-on isn't a turn-on."

Ophelia tossed Paige's hair aside and gently peeled the tape off of her face. The sweat she had built up helped greatly with removing it. The second the tape came off, Paige spat her panties out as though they were poisonous.

"Fine! This is a goddamned turn-on," Paige screamed with a red face and a lump in her throat. "It always has been. Why do you insist on tormenting me like this? Is it your mission to turn me into a freak?!"

Paige's shrill yells had no effect whatsoever on Ophelia, who simply looked back and said: "Perhaps I'm a freak. Perhaps you are too. It's a very poorly defined word. But what's very clear, is that you and I are very different. One of us looked through all the different flavours of ice cream and picked out what she thought was tasty. The other one would rather force herself to eat vanilla forever."

"Oh, that's a shitty analogy, and you know it," Paige snarled. "This isn't some innocent choice over ice cream. This is the kind of thing that can ruin your social life! You should know that better than anyone."

Paige regretted those words the instant they left her lips. Ophelia shot her a glare, and she could tell that those words had cut. "I'm sorry," Paige said. "But the point still stands. I bet I wouldn't have gotten past the first date with any one of my exes if I was open about this!"

"Yes, good thing you lied long enough for them all to leave for other reasons," Ophelia snarled.

Hostile, but Paige understood why. She lowered her tone to try and defuse the situation. "All I'm saying is that life would be easier if I were normal. There's no denying that. I came here hoping that you could maybe show me how overrated it all is, or even teach me to get my desires under control, but here you are doing everything you can to make it worse."

"Seals would have easier lives if they were orcas, but their lives don't get any easier by pretending to be orcas," Ophelia said. "You ever hear that John Lennon quote about honesty?"

Paige thought for a moment and shook her head.

"He said: Being honest may not get you a lot of friends, but it'll always get you the right ones. I think that the same can be said about finding lovers."

Damn, that was actually a pretty good quote. Paige stood there silently running every conceivable counter-argument through her head, but none of them held up. Ophelia was right. This kink of hers wasn't immoral, and it didn't make her a worse person. The people who would say otherwise were probably also people that she'd never see again now that high school was over. It wasn't even something that she had to share with everyone she met, but it was something that she couldn't hide from herself. It was part of who she was.

She took a deep breath. "Alright. But where do I go from here?"

Ophelia smiled with satisfaction. "We already covered that. Trust. Find a like-minded person that you trust, be honest with him about what you want, and the two of you will be free to enjoy the deepest of pleasures."

"And how am I supposed to find this dream guy?

"I can't tell you that it will be easy. It never is. But I can tell you that it will be worth the search." Ophelia stepped over the tightrope and stood face to face with Paige. She stared up into Paige's eyes and placed her hands on her hips. "And if you so choose, I can demonstrate why."

Paige was mentally and physically exhausted, and the thought of just going home sounded so appealing to her. This night had been so difficult, but also so rewarding, and Paige was now entirely aware of how lucky she was to be in such wise company. She no longer had any fear of Ophelia, or what she might have in store for her. There was only excitement.

Paige's mouth stretched into a seductive smile. "What have you got for me?"
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I hope Ophelia has a lot more for her. I'm looking forward to every installment of this story.
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It turned out that Ophelia wasn't kidding. The keys to Paige's restraints really were at the end of the rope. Luckily for Paige, Ophelia went and retrieved them herself, quipping that she had to save her sub's energy for later.

Once she had been freed, Paige rubbed her wrists and ankles while Ophelia went back to the strappado room to gather up everything she needed. By Ophelia's orders, Paige had to strip down to nothing but her collar. At least she was finally allowed to remove her shoes.

Ophelia returned with her guitar case in one hand, and her other hand held out for Paige, who took it without question. Hand in hand, they ascended up the stairs to Ophelia's room.

As they walked up the steps, Paige couldn't help but reflect on how far she'd come since stepping into Ophelia's home. She had come here with no real certainty about what she wanted or how to get it. Now, she knew that she just wanted to have fun, and she could trust her domme to provide it.

Ophelia's bedroom reflected her tastes much more accurately than the old-timey farmhouse beneath it. The walls, half purple and half black, were covered in band posters. Paige knew lots of girls who did that, but she couldn't recognize any of the bands. In fact, some of them might have been movie posters.

Actually, so long as she didn't take the aesthetic into account, it was a pretty typical teenage girl's bedroom. The only thing that seemed out of place was the desktop computer atop a wooden desk by the foot of the bed. The hardware on that computer was insane! Probably costing thousands of dollars.

"Well, here we are," Ophelia said, drawing Paige's focus to her. "What do you think?"

Paige actually had quite a few questions, but she decided that they could wait, and instead said, "I can't think of anywhere I'd rather do this."

"Awe! That's my girl!" Ophelia said with a cheeky smile. "Speaking of which: you ready?"

Paige said nothing. She just smiled back at Ophelia, turned around, and put her hands behind her back. She then looked back and wagged two fingers towards herself, as if to say 'come and get me.'

Ophelia seemed quite pleased with her new protegé as she kneeled down and opened up her guitar case. "Non-verbal communication! That'll be a useful skill for later."

Paige giggled and looked away. The mere suggestion of a gag got her heart beating fast. It sped up even more as Paige felt Ophelia's rope slide around her wrists.

Ophelia started by tying a loop around Paige's wrists. It wasn't particularly tight, and it cradled them in place more than anything. It was then that Paige knew some kind of boxtie was coming up. Ophelia brought the working end up and over Paige's shoulder, before running it around her body and lapping it beneath her neck. She connected the ropes with a mitre knot, and Paige started beaming.

"OMG! You're doing that variation of the Hishi Karada with all the mitre knots!" Paige nearly jumped with joy.

Ophelia laughed and looked rather impressed. "I see you know the technique."

"Are you kidding? It's one of my favourites," Paige shouted with excitement. "More riggers need to do stuff like this instead of the same simple boxtie every time."

"I couldn't agree more," Ophelia said. "It looks complicated, but once you've got it figured out, it's only a matter of time."

"Yeah well, I'm willing to wait."

"You don't have a choice," Ophelia whispered with a wink that got Paige riled up even more.

The ropes just kept on coming, and Paige just kept getting wetter. Ophelia worked her way down Paige's torso with a series of mitre knots and half hitches, forming a snug boxtie. But she didn't stop there. Whenever Ophelia ran out of rope, she would connect a new length and proceed with the same cycle of knots further and further down Paige's body. All while the girls chatted about their favourite techniques in the art of bondage.

With a simple square knot at Paige's feet, Ophelia was finally done. "Give it a test," she said.

Paige obeyed. She pulled and twisted and reached around to try and find a knot she could loosen, but there was no give in the ropes. Paige was all wrapped up to the point where she could barely even bend her knees, and she loved it.

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"Wow. You really know your knots," Paige exclaimed with a smile. "I'm never getting out!"

Ophelia grabbed some ropes at Paige's waist and pressed their bodies together as she stared into her sub's eyes. "Because you can't, or because you won't?"

Paige made a naughty grin. "Can I say 'both'?"

Ophelia let go and walked back to her case. "You won't be able to say anything soon."

She reached inside and pulled out a small black panel gag. But whereas most panel gags had a rubber ball behind their leather panel, this one had a silicone penis. It was a decent size (similar to Paige's ex, in fact), and it got her tingling with anticipation.

Ophelia displayed the penis gag teasingly, half expecting Paige to dread it just like her previous gags. But before Ophelia's tease was done, Paige was leaning forward with her mouth wide open.

"Ooohh, so complicit! I think I like you even better than when you resisted."

She inserted the dildo into Paige's welcoming mouth and strapped it in. The leather panel conformed neatly to the shape of Paige's face; and by the floppiness of the leather, it was clear that this gag had been worn many times.

It was a realistically sized dildo, and it certainly kept her from talking, but I wasn't quite big enough to set off her gag reflex. Hooray! Paige didn't even have much time to assess how the gag felt before Ophelia gave her a sudden shove and she fell back onto the bed.

"MMMNH!" Paige still wasn't quite used to the feeling of falling without being able to catch herself.

Ophelia reached back into the case, and Paige tried to peek and see what she was getting ready, but she could barely even roll over, let alone snoop on her domme.

The next thing she knew, Ophelia had pounced onto the bed and was straddling her. She leaned in over Paige's face and whispered, "I'm proud of you, Paige. You were so brave tonight, and you'll be reaping the rewards for the rest of your life..."

Paige's eyes widened as Ophelia brandished a pink vibrating egg. "...starting now."

Paige tensed up as Ophelia reached between her legs with the love egg. The diamond rope pattern left a big enough opening for her to stick her hand through and insert it in place.

Then, she bent over and planted the softest kiss on Paige's gag. That kiss was followed by many more as Ophelia's lips travelled across Paige's cheek to her ear, and then down to her neck. Ophelia's lips were largely blocked by the collar Paige had been wearing all night, but the kisses that connected sent the sweetest tingles through Paige's body. However, they didn't prepare her for the tingles that followed.

"Mmmmn!" Ophelia pressed a button on a little remote, and Paige squealed into her gag.

Paige grabbed fistfuls of the bed sheets in her bound hands and squeezed tight. It was all she could do in her present situation. She felt as though she was trapped in a cocoon of ecstasy, and it was terrific.

Ophelia's hands had been wandering all over Paige's body, but they settled on her breasts, pinching and flicking and circling around her hardened nipples. This cacophony of stimulation from all over had Paige in a state of pure bliss. There was no fear, or doubt, or self-loathing. There was only submission and the pleasure that came with it.

Ophelia set the egg to a higher level and kissed her way down to Paige's nipple. Now the nipple play was being carried out by her lips and tongue. Paige found herself sucking on her penis gag and struggling vigorously against her ropes. Not to try and break free, but because it made the ropes dig into her. She loved how their bite served as a wonderful reminder that she was helpless to resist her domme's will.

"NMMMPH!"

Pleasure shot through Paige like jolts of electricity. Ophelia recognized the sound and stopped everything. She laid down next to Paige's sweaty body and removed the penis gag, making it easier for Paige to catch her breath as they cuddled together on the bed.

Ophelia stroked Paige's long blonde hair until it seemed as though everything had settled down. Then, she spoke up. "Congratulations. You've entered a whole new world of satisfaction. How do you feel?"

Paige laughed and stared up at the ceiling with a smile stretching from ear to ear. "It's... it's everything you said it would be! I can't thank you enough!"

Ophelia's hand found its way to Paige's nipple once again, and she whispered, "You're welcome, Paige. But now that you're all tied up in that gorgeous ropework, it would be a shame to let you go after only one orgasm. Wouldn't you agree?"

Paige barely needed any time at all to make that decision. With a quick nod, she said: "Can I have my gag back, please?"
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(EPILOGUE)

"And then you just keep wrapping until you reach the end. Once you're there, you tuck it in behind the previous wrap and pull here. And then you're done!"

Ophelia handed Paige a length of rope. "Now you try."

As she started coiling up the rope, Paige focused hard on what Ophelia had done in her quick rope bundling lesson. In the end, she managed to get the bundle looking nearly identical to what Ophelia had just demonstrated. Albeit, she went at half the pace.

Still, Paige was eager to learn more, and she was proud of her first rope bundling. As she started on her second bundle, she felt confident enough to multitask with a conversation. "I still think we could have gone one more round."

Ophelia laughed. "I'd need two hands to count how many rounds we've already done. All good things must come to an end, girl! Besides, a sub can only take so much before she needs some aftercare."

She took the rope from Paige and stuffed it into the neck of the guitar case. The whole neck was filled with red ropes, while the body contained an assortment of gags, vibrators, handcuffs, and other sadist accessories.

"There. Now there's just one thing left," Ophelia said as she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a small silver key. She moved behind Paige, and a little 'click' sounded behind her neck. After all this time, the collar came off of Paige's neck and went into the case.

"Now you're free," Ophelia said with a wink. Paige could tell that she had meant that in more ways than one. "I'm gonna go get your clothes and a drink. You just stay put and relax."

Ophelia left Paige to lay in bed and collect her thoughts. She had just gone to what was effectively a stranger's house, only to be tied up and pleasured over and over. Back in high school, Paige would be working in overdrive to try and cover up a story like this, but not now. She trusted Ophelia with this secret, and even more remarkably, she felt no regret whatsoever. This might actually have been the greatest night of her summer!

Ophelia returned with Paige's few belongings and some tea. The room had gotten rather smelly over the past hour or so, and the hot drink provided some refreshing fragrance.

Paige decided to strike up a conversation as she stood up and put her dress back on. "Y'know, that guitar case of yours is actually a bit more empty than I imagined."

"What, were you expecting armbinders and straight jackets? Maybe a bullwhip," Ophelia responded playfully as she sat on the bed.

Paige grinned. "Maybe I was hoping for those..."

"Hah! Well, keep hoping. That's out of my price range for the moment."

"How do you afford all this stuff anyway?"

"My Twitch channel."

"You mentioned that earlier," Paige said with a raised eyebrow. "Are you one of those people who gets paid to play video games?"

"Not paid per se, but the viewers can donate whenever they want to." Ophelia smiled and pointed to her face. "And as long as I keep myself pretty, they want to donate. I'll be able to order some more stuff soon, actually."

Paige put on a flirtatious grin. "Well, maybe I should make another trip here then."

"Please do! But unless you have a trench coat to cover up those marks, your first visit isn't over."

Paige looked at her arms and legs. Ophelia was right. She had rope marks all over her body, and she didn't have any clothes that could conceal them all.

Ophelia smiled and got up from the bed. "No worries. I have lots of tea ready for while we wait."

Paige knew from her self-bondage experience that the marks would be gone within an hour, and she was willing to wait. They moved downstairs to the couch, and Ophelia brought them a soft comforter.

Ophelia turned on Netflix, but it wasn't the same Netflix that Paige knew. The only show Ophelia had watched which Paige recognized was The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, so she commented on that.

"How's the new Sabrina show?"

"Not really all that good. But for some reason, I still watch it religiously."

"Oh my god! I feel the exact same way about Riverdale!"

"I guess the pilot was okay."

"I totally agree."

It wasn't long after that that they found themselves peacefully watching Netflix together with their heads leaning against each other and their touching bodies creating a chamber of warmth beneath the comforter.

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When the episode ended and the marks had left Paige's skin, it was time for her to leave. Ophelia walked her back to her truck, and they turned to face each other and say goodbye. It felt like the end of a first date, and that made Paige feel rather awkward.

"Well, I guess this it then," Paige said meekly.

"Yeah, but I doubt it's the end," Ophelia said. "You can come by any night, or anytime during the weekend. Just let me know beforehand next time."

"Yeah, about that: I still don't know how to contact you."

"I'm on just about every social media platform that starts with a T, and I have the same profile name on every one."

"Okay, but you never told me what that name is?"

Paige flinched but didn't resist as Ophelia leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. She smiled as she pulled away. "It's Hexevoria."

And then she spun around and walked back to the house, leaving Paige to stare at her butt and grin in anticipation of her next visit.


(And at last, the title makes sense. Thanks to everyone who took the time to read and comment. Please feel free to let me know if there's anything I could improve on, and have a nice day!)
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Post by Steak in a Tree »

Ack, 2 chapters went by without me noticing. Whoops

Excellent conclusion, and excellent way to tie the title in with everything. Very nice, thank you for writing this.

Also I have a few friends that would agree with both Riverdale and Sabrina: terrible shows, but they get watched anyways. :P

Cheers!
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I never knew the word "FINISHED" could be as depressing as it is seeing it here.

I absolutely loved this story and the two characters! Thank you for writing and posting it!!!
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Great story really enjoyed this, hope you’ll be back with more tales from your mind soon, keep it up
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Post by run2win98 »

THAT...was fantastic! Great story! Ijust wish it wouldn't have ended...or maybe picks up again..???? ;)
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