[Edit: It was raised to me that I had gender-tagged this incorrectly. I thought that lowercase meant Sub and uppercase, Dom. I've fixed it now
I'll also fix it in my other stories. Thanks!][PART 1]
Valerie was a nice girl; Ian's best friend. Popular, pretty, an athlete with great scores and a full scholarship for her sprinting times (not that she needed it, her family was well-off). A thespian by heart (if not by talent), she had a career in stage engineering set up with a major musical company for when she left college, a true-blue globetrotting job that would broaden her horizons and her prospects around the world. Yep; Valerie had it all. Almost. What she didn't have, was Ian himself. Beautiful, kind Ian, black hair and dazzling blue eyes, a wonderful guy who made her happy from a distance. His presence alone made her heart flutter like her chest was full of butterflies. But he wasn't hers. He belonged to Amy, his girlfriend. They had been seeing each other for 5 months now, and every time Valerie saw the two of them together it was like an icy-hot needle in her brain, like a splinter in her thoughts. She did not let her jealousy be known; she knew he would retreat if she became too possessive of her love. Her love.
That splinter became a log when, a week ago, Valerie was having coffee with Amy. Ian had suggested that they become friends, because he had a good feeling about Amy. Valerie obliged; she would, after all, do anything for him. Amy was, she supposed, pretty enough. A mane of bright red hair, a cutesy, round face and green eyes. Between the two of them they were the picture of Irish beauty, if you were into that sort of thing. Amy's pale hands gripped the cup of iced coffee, summer heat causing condensation on the side of the vessel.
She raised her head and locked eyes with Valerie. "I think I love him" she declared in a trembling, nervous voice. "I should probably tell him first, but I wanted to tell you because you two are so close. I want you to like me too... you're like a sister to him." A line of moisture condensed into a drop on Amy's hand, and traced a line down, and across her wrist.
...I love him...
...Like a sister...
...Tell him first...
The words almost seemed to pass by Valerie and land on the wall behind her. They swirled and suffused the air with their noxious presence. She looked again at the line across Amy's wrist, and an idea sprang full-formed into her head. If she couldn't have Ian, then she would make sure that they deserved each other.
Amy felt relieved when Valerie looked up, bright-eyed and for all the world, absolutely delighted with the news.
"Oh my god!!! Amy that's incredible news! I don't think a girl's loved him that way before... oh oh, I have an idea. You have to make a big gesture, he'd love that!!"
Valerie's enthusiasm was infectious, and Amy felt herself being swept up in Valerie's plans for a grand, romantic gesture. Val said she would set it all up, all Amy had to do was be at the theatre at midnight - that way, all of the other students will have gone home, and no one would interrupt them. Val had the key to the college black box theatre from her stage engineering job, so it was perfect. Amy felt the next day crawl by in anticipation. Ian had been with her all day as they shared classes, trying to extract what was going to happen at the stage that night. He was giddy, and while Amy wanted to say, she didn't know. He was due to arrive at 1am - Val said that so that Amy would have time to get ready, get dressed in something nice and, to quote Valerie, "get our masks done."
Amy stood outside the door to the stage and knocked. She dressed in clothes that Ian liked - her knee-length silk dress that she was wearing when they met at the spring formal. A deep, shimmering blue with an open back, she was admittedly a little chilly out there, but the nerves and warm loving feeling she was building up to kept the cold off. She was happy with how she looked, and love dhow the blue matched her hair
The door opened suddenly, making Amy jump. Valerie called from inside to come in, so Amy scurried in out of the chill. It was dark in the theatre, so Amy felt her way along with one hand on the wall before getting to what she thought was the stage. She took out her phone and turned on the flashlight, guiding herself into the centre of the space.
"Valerie? Val?" she called out. She started to shiver, a mix of fear and adrenaline. Something in the back of her mind was screaming at her to leave, but she pushed that down. Val worked in the theatre, so theatrics were literally part-and-parcel of it all. The flashlight caught something glittering in the gloom. She walked forward towards what looked almost like a mannequin, a humanoid shape standing eerily still. She reached out and touched it - it felt like rubber, smooth and slippery and shiny rubber. It took her a second to realise what it was; Latex, like the kind Amy had seen in the videos she often watched when feeling a little frustrated. Fascinated, she spread her fingers and rubbed the mannequin, feeling its strangely realistic breasts and waist through the rubber casing. So fascinated was she that she didn't immediately notice that the mannequin was soft. She frowned, a moment before looking up into Valerie's eyes, pinpricks of rage visible through a latex mask. Valerie's hand shot out, seizing Amy by the throat. Amy squealed and tried to take her crushing hand away from her neck, but Valerie was strong, and determined. With her other hand, Val slapped the poor girl, hard, across the face, stunning her just long enough for the choking to finish doing its job. Amy slumped, nearly fainting with the momentary loss of blood to her head. She felt Val grab a handful of hair and drag her away from her phone which had dropped in the confusion. Valerie took a roll of gaffer tape and began to wind it around Amy's hair like a hairband, keeping it out of the way. Amy struggled to speak, to say anything, but she was too weak still. Her hands were yanked behind her back and she heard a cruel clicking as industrial-grade zipties were pulled around her wrists, and then her elbows. Amy's shoulders burned with the stretching, and she yelped in pain; a yelp which earned her another slap. She fell to the floor gasping. Valerie's rubber hands started to explore Amy's body, touching her under her silky dress, caressing and pinching and slapping. What Amy thought was eeriest about the whole ordeal, even through the disgust and fear she felt, was that Valerie was doing all of this without making a single sound. No words, no grunts, nothing. Just heavy breathing through her nose, through the two air holes Amy had seen in her rubber mask.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Valerie pulling at Amy's underwear - panic flooded her mind and she began to kick and pull away from her kidnapper, her friend, pleading for Valerie to let her go. Her efforts were rewarded with a swift punch in the stomach and a knee pressing down onto her bound elbows, causing the tight plastic straps to dig further into her skin. Valerie retrieved her underwear, and her socks. She balled them up, and put them in front of Amy's mouth, pressing them into her lips. Amy refused, screwing up her face to stop the slightly smelly cloth to get past her teeth.
That's when Valerie made the first sound since beckoning her in. She leaned close to Amy's ear and whispered, absolutely tonelessly,
"Open your mouth, or I will make sure you never see Ian again."
Amy couldn't comprehend the threat. Either Valerie was threatening her, or Ian. Either way, she couldn't risk something happening. She shakily opened her mouth, and the cloth was bundled in, filling her cheeks and muffling her cries. And Amy had started crying by then, great tears rolling down her cheeks. She heard the rip of tape, and Valerie stooped, winding tape over and around her mouth and head, sealing her panties and socks in place. Amy tried to calm her breathing, she wasn't getting much air through the snot of her crying, so tried to be calm. She didn't react when Valerie ziptied her ankles and knees in a similar fashion to her arms. Amy resigned herself to her situation, and hoped and prayed Ian would be able to help her when he arrived. Valerie stooped in front of Amy, holding something Amy couldn't see properly in her hand.
"Ohhh" Val began, tauntingly. It was a shock to hear her say anything... "so you looove him, do you? No. I love him. You're just... in the way. For what it's worth, I'm sorry you had the misfortune of drawing his eye. You weren't to know he was taken, that he was basically cheating on me. No, no, no, no, no no, no no no, no worries. You'll be ok at the end of this. We all will, Ian too. You see, you're *my* grand gesture of love. Look at what I've done, what I've bought to satisfy him. I know what he's into - you think it's just tying up, maybe, if you even asked at all. But I know all the stuff he's into, all of the rough sex and shit I want to give him but he's too much of a pussy to take. He'll take it from you though. I know he will. You don't mind, right? After all... you love him."
Valerie lifted the thing into view; a latex mask, similar to the one Valerie herself was wearing, but with no eye holes and, it looked like smaller air holes.
"When he enters you... breathe slow, baby."
Amy's eyes widened with terror, and she tried to beg through the tape, but it availed her aught. The latex spread over her face, zipped at the back over her taped-up hair, and the dark her world had become slipped into pitch black, her only companions eight lengths of hard plastic, the sound of her own breathing, and the contented humming of Valerie, her boyfriend's best friend.
Her boyfriend, who was due to arrive in 45 minutes.
[PART 2]
Ian arrived, feeling like a giddy schoolboy. His mind burst with ideas for what Amy might have planned; big ideas like this weren't her normal wheelhouse so he didn't have any idea what she had in mind for what constituted Romance. He loved her though, and absolutely knew it. The theatre door was stuck open when he got there, with small candles lighting the way. He checked his watch: 00:58 - so he was a little early, nothing wrong with that! He was too excited by far, so he walked in. The small lights flickered daintily in his wake, and he approached the black box stage. It was silent except for his footsteps.
"Amy?!" he called out, "Are you there, baby? I'm here..."
A spotlight shone into his face, dazzling him. He reached up a hand to block it when the spotlight moved off, tracing a path from him, slowly making its way across the stage. He was excited now and more than a little aroused - whatever this was, it was big. The light traced a lazy path, before landing on a sight that was confusing, and scary.
The light shone down on a naked figure - no, Ian thought, Amy - sitting slumped in a chair. Her wrists and ankles were bound with extremely thick zipties, but what was scariest was the shiny rubber hood encasing his girlfriend's face. Seeming to be able to feel the heat of the spotlight on her, Amy squirmed in her bonds, whimpering pathetically through the rubber. Ian couldn't see her eyes, it seemed the hood was covering everything. He shouted her name and ran over, taking her in his arms. She slumped, and her breath seemed to come in ragged gasps. A wet sound accompanied every pained intake of breath - snot and tears had partially blocked the holes around her nose. Ian reached back behind her head to see if there was a zip or something to open and take off the torture device. His hand found metal, and a small lock. He stroked Amy's latex-coated head and felt her calm somewhat. He leaned down to whisper,
"Baby, listen; there's a lock on this hood. I'm going to try find something to open it and cut the zipties, ok? Can you wait here for me?"
She shook her head violently, which came as no surprise to Ian. He whispered apologies and put her back up on the chair. He wasn't to know at the time that Amy was trying to tell him to run. He stood to look for something, when a sharp pain exploded behind his knees. Something had hit him and drove him down. He gasped in pain, a moment before a pair of arms coated in the same rubber as his girlfriend wrapped around his neck. He tried to grab on, to pull off his attacker's iron grip on his throat, but it was no good - his hands slid off the slick, lubricated material, and before he knew what was happening, he had slumped to the floor, unconscious.
Valerie was admiring her handiwork, and finally taking something which she was owed, when Ian woke up. She was thankful for the drama society's recent production of the Easter story, as they had created an incredibly sturdy cross which Val used to strap Ian into an altogether uncomfortable state. She didn't nail him into place, of course. She bound his wrists with metal handcuffs, both circles of metal around each wrists; the chain was secured to the arms of the cross with ratchet straps, pulling incredibly painfully against her love's soft, beautiful skin. She had taken a length of rope and wrapping it around his neck, pulled up and tied off to the top of the cross, yanking Ian up onto his toes for fear of starting to choke. A classic dilemma. To finish, she had taken the cloth that was formerly part of his girlfriend's gag and shoved it into his own mouth, Securing it with a ziptie that cut painfully into the sides of Ian's mouth. She couldn't see it now, however, as Amy's hood was now Ian's hood, blocking his sight. As for what she was taking, well; she had wrapped copper wire around the base of Ian's cock and balls, tying it off and leading a long line from that to Amy's new toy - a shock collar. The poor girl looked the most scared that she had ever been - Valerie had cut her hair short to get the tape out after some manic pulling, and had cut some of the bindings off. Now Amy knelt, naked, her dress having been cut off her by Valerie ahead of trapping Ian. Her wrists were still painfully handcuffed by the plastic straps, though her gag was gone, its components used to now stifle Ian. Valerie had borrowed the shock collar from her particularly nasty dog, but the use would be the same - to tame a bitch and to teach her some manners.
Valerie looked at Amy, and winked, before going back down on Ian. She had wanted to use his cock for years. Since she knew what sex was she had wanted to learn its intimacy with Ian. Her sexual frustration at being denied that which was hers made her an exceptionally sadistic and experienced dominatrix; any black-haired, blue-eyed sub in the city was her target; anything and anyone she would use to fill the void. Now she had him as she wanted him; her submissive toy that she can finally use up and destroy in the sweetest, most painful way. Now, she thought, she would break them both. She took Ian's cock deep into her throat. He was waking up, and she heard and felt the slight thrumming vibrations as he moaned into Amy's panties. Knowing what Amy would start to do, Valerie held up the controller and pointed it at the girl. Sliding her lips down Ian's shaft towards the head, Valerie looked up and winked at Amy, keeping eye contact as she kissed and rolled her tongue around the head of Ian's cock, pointing the controller at her all the while. She kept pleasuring her devotion, her love, and Ian's breathing grew. However, after a moment he seemed to remember what was happening, and pulled at his metal handcuffs, and would have struggled more if not for the rope around his throat. Valerie continued unwavered, deepthroating Ian and making him shudder and kick weakly. He stiffened on his toes, and gasped deeply as he reached orgasm despite himself - cum shot out in thick ropes that Valerie allowed to coat her latex-covered face and head. She relished in the abuse she was committing on the boy she had loved for so long. Ian looked defeated, slumped as much as he could on the cross. Valerie reached up and removed the rubber hood, exposing him to the scene. He took a second to recognise the eyes of his best friend, and once he understood, it seemed like he understood everything. His eyes flicked between Valerie and the bound Amy behind her, still kneeling but now shaking with a mournful weeping. Valerie walked over; now in the light Ian could see this was the person who knocked him out too - she was wearing a total latex catsuit and hood, but seemed to also have a BDSM toolkit hanging from her waist. Zipties, a coil of rope, tape, and another pair of metal handcuffs. He took a moment to look at and test his bonds, but it was useless: the ratchet straps were steel-lined wit no give, and the handcuffs themselves were already at their limit, cutting lines into his arms that nearly looked bloodied by his struggling. Ian started to tear up, emotions overwhelming him.
Amy only noticed Valerie when she was right next to her. She had looked away at the moment of Ian's orgasm, and had started to cry again.
"Stop being a bitch, Amy." Valerie said with a sneering tone. "And stop snivelling. You're not going to die, nothing will happen to you. This is just... payment."
"P...p...payment?"
"Puh, puh, payment?? Yes, you whore." Valerie swooped and grabbed Amy's jaw, wrenching her head to look up at Ian. "You see him? I wanted him. For years. I was here first. Me! But no. No, you came along. Slut. Do you think he enjoyed it more than yours? Me, going down on him like that... that must have been painful, oh I bet it broke your little heart. I know you wish you were just in your room, and you were giving him that blowjob. Yeah? Well if you're that desperate..."
Valerie grabbed Amy's cheeks and pushed her mouth open. With her other hand, she gathered up the cum that still held on to her rubber hood, and stuffed it into Amy's mouth, shoving it forcefully into the back of her throat. Amy squirmed and gagged as Val's fingers invaded her mouth. Lastly, Valerie pointed Amy's face up at her own.
"Don't forget this too."
Holding her firmly in place, Valerie spat down Amy's throat before flinging her to the ground. Amy, in a moment she would reflect on often later, swallowed. She didn't know whether she had done it to avoid further punishment, or because she had momentarily broken down into being the submissive slut that Valerie seemed to paint her as. It would haunt her, yes, but Ian would spit on her too after that. In the moment however, she could only work her way back up onto her knees - the same red patches on her face, on her knees, around her wrists, and, in a way, over her bruising heart.
Valerie coughed; Amy and Ian looked at her, with a strange mixture of defiance and defeat. She held aloft the little remote.
"And now, the main event" she proudly proclaimed. "I bet you're wondering what this is for..."
Love to be tied-up 
