Friendly Competition (F/F M/F)

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Hey, everyone. Thanks for clicking! I’m gonna try something a bit different here…

You see, I caught a bit of a writing bug (understatement), and spent quite a bit of time setting the scene and developing the characters. If that’s not what you’re here to read, then skip to the next post. That’s where the bondage begins!

Everyone else, enjoy Part #1!


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“What do you mean you lost our clothes?!”

Carla’s shout was loud enough to catch the attention of quite a few tourists in the lobby. Quite a few too many. Erin was more than a little embarrassed, but frankly, her friend had every right to be that angry. They were barely ten minutes into their vacation, and already, things had gone off the rails.

The teller stammered as he tried to deescalate the situation. “W-we have transportation issues from time to time. These things are bound to happen. But rest assured, we always manage to track down lost luggage.”

“Well how long will that take?,” Carla demanded. Her hostile tone only drew more stammering from the little man.

“Oh, um… All I can say, is that we will be working around the clock to retrieve your luggage, ASAP.”

Carla drew in a long breath, and Erin could tell that she was far from satisfied. She may have been every bit as upset as her old friend, but unlike Carla, Erin was uncomfortable with making a scene. She decided that it was time to step in.

“Is there any way you can compensate us for this?”

All fell silent for several seconds before the teller snapped back into action. “I can talk to management about upgrading your memberships here.”

“Excellent,” Erin beamed, not bothering to press for details. “Can we get the cards to our room now?”

“Absolutely!” The short Bahaman man behind the counter smiled and nodded. He was every bit as eager as Erin to get this over with. “Our sincerest apologies once again. Enjoy your stay at the resort!”

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“I mean, how did they even manage that?! It’s not a long trip from the airport to here!”

Erin had made the right call to intervene. They had walked halfway across the resort, and Carla still hadn’t stopped venting.

“Oh, cheer up,” Erin said. “We’ll get our clothes back. That’s temporary. But upgraded memberships are for the entire vacation!”

She decided to press on before Carla could sulk any further. “And we’ll finally have a break from our stupid jobs! I won’t have to deal with patients pissing themselves, and you won’t have to worry about your kindergarteners pissing themselves either.”

She was going to go on, but Carla jutted in with an unexpected grin. “Uh, Erin, what do you think people do while they swim in the ocean?”

Erin gazed back in puzzlement for a moment before raising her eyebrows and coughing up a curt mixture of ‘oh’ and ‘uck’. That got Carla cackling right away, and Erin quickly joined in. Partway through their long bout of sidesplitting laughter, Erin managed to say “Th-there’s no getting away from it!”

Their guffaws reached a point where Erin was laughing at Carla’s laughter, and she feared that Carla was doing the same. Erin knew from a lifetime of friendship with Carla that that would create a vicious cycle of giggles that would only end after they had hurt themselves and made a whole different kind of scene.

Unexpectedly, Carla’s laughs were abruptly cut off by a short gasp. By her expression, she had seen something that had completely taken her mind elsewhere. “Oh my gawd,” she whispered. “Don’t look now but--”

Erin looked immediately.

Just as Carla had done, Erin shut up instantly. Yet her mouth remained open in a smiling, gasping gawk. Her eyes were now fixated on a group of shirtless beachgoers in the middle of a volleyball game. Carla had never pointed out what (or who) had caught her eye, but Erin already knew with near certainty that her friend had seen the hunk wearing his cap backwards.

From under the cap’s rim, locks of shining brown hair escaped onto the man’s forehead, almost like the bangs that one only ever saw in the two-dimensional world of fiction; and that alone got Erin feeling some type of way. The locks waved across the man’s somewhat round, clean-shaven face as he ran across the court. His face bore the look of a handsome dumpling, but his body bore the image of a toned beast, and he was somehow able to rock both looks at the same time.

He was in the middle of a dive, trying to deny the volleyball its date with gravity. He succeeded, and sent it flying off of his right forearm. His teammates, a pair of hairy dad-bods, juggled the ball into their control before setting it back his way. Already back on his feet, he bounded up towards the sky and smashed the ball over the net. The opposition had seen this coming and tried to block, but he spiked with enough force to drive the ball right through the defender’s arms and into the sand beyond.

“Wooo!” Carla let out a shrill cheer, apparently already in full fangirl mode.

Erin felt herself shrivel up in embarrassment, she spun around and growled under her breath, “OMG, shut up!”

She turned back to see that Carla’s squeal had indeed caught the ear of the breathtaking spiker, who was looking right at them. Erin straightened herself up in a desperate attempt to salvage her image to this stranger. She forced her smile down as much as she could and made a little wave. The stranger didn’t wave back, but he did throw a shining grin their way before returning to the game.

Erin felt herself swooning over the sight, and without rhyme or reason, she knew that his smile was meant entirely for her.

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Twelve minutes later, Erin and Carla were in their hotel room. One might have expected the two tourist gals to run their eyes over the luxurious accommodations they had gained by a complete accident, and soak it all in, but the instant they were in the privacy of their own room, Carla raised the new hot topic.

“Did you see the way that guy looked at us?!”

Erin smiled. “Gawd, what a cutie!”

“Cutie?! That was the snack of all snacks!” Carla exclaimed.

Carla’s arms dropped and she let out a long, agonized groan. “UUUGGH! I packed like three outfits for just this situation, and they’re all lost now! All I’ve got are these wrinkled, smelly, airport clothes!”

A lightbulb lit up in Erin’s head, and she fought hard not to let it show. “It’s not that bad. Anyways, hang in there. Now you’ve got time to rehearse your moves before you make them.”

As she spoke, she rolled her only remaining suitcase over to the farthest bed, which was now unofficially hers. She unlocked it, and revealed its contents: scarves, pantyhose, and miles of duct tape. And that was only the stuff on the surface. Ever since they were young girls, tie up games had brought countless hours of fun into Erin’s life, and Carla was her number one playmate right from the start. At every chapter of their lives, they had found time to indulge in restraint, and they intended for this vacation to be no exception. Erin had been quite excited to be bound and gagged in the Bahamas, and she still was, but that wasn’t what she was after at the moment.

Erin was in the same boat as Carla, but she had decided to pack some extra clothes at the last second. Being worried about overweight luggage, her afterthought attire had been thrown in with the tie up gear. After rummaging around as discreetly as humanly possible, she found what she was after: a black two-piece swimsuit set that was not shy at all with the cleavage.

It wasn’t her all-time favourite, but she liked it well enough, and trusted that it would get the job done. And fortunately, her carry-on bag had all the beauty products she needed to complete the look. She slid the clothes into her purse, grabbed her carry-on, and moseyed on over to the marble-floored bathroom.

The vanity countertop was also marble, and the sink was decorated with lovely golden handles, but that was about all Erin noticed before her eyes shot to the mirror. She dropped her bag beside the sink, disrobed, and got straight to work. She fixed her eyes and her blush, adding some of her favorite pink lip gloss to boot. She transformed her tight ponytail into a wavy work of art, and by the time she was finished, she was super proud of her new glow up.

Erin pressed her ear to the door to try and hear if Carla was nearby. She heard nothing, creeped her way out the door, and discovered that she was really just bad at hearing things.

Erin practically ran right into Carla, who was waiting patiently outside the bathroom. Realizing that the bathroom was now free, Carla looked up from her phone. Her eyes widened in shock, scanning Erin up and down before narrowing into an accusing glare.

“You sneaky bitch,” Carla exclaimed. “You had a change of clothes and you didn’t tell me?!”

Erin decided that playing dumb was the way to go. She shrugged and said, “It’s my clothing, so why would you need to know?”

The façade was a decent effort, but Carla saw right through it. “Because we’re the same size, and you know it! You’re trying to go behind my back and talk to that guy!”

“…Maybe,” Erin squeaked through smiling teeth before bolting out of the room. Carla was wearing heels, and so there was never a better time to run.

Erin’s bare feet padded down the hallway towards the elevator. She was quite relieved to not hear any pursuing footsteps. Instead, all she heard was the shrieks of her old friend, growing more and more distant!

“Get back here, you jerk! You always pull this shit with me! ERIN!”

Erin shot into the elevator, and relief swept over her. Carla wouldn’t be able to catch up to her now, and what could she even do once Erin was outside? Nothing that the security guards wouldn’t take issue with. That was for sure.

Erin made her way to the volleyball court where she had seen the man, swaying her hips like a queen as she made her way. But the closer she got to the net, the more her catwalk ran out of steam. He wasn’t there. In fact, the court had completely filled up with new faces. None of them in the same league as the one she was after.

Erin cursed under her breath, and moved on. He couldn’t have gone far, surely. She scanned the semi-crowded beach, now immersed in a game of ‘Where’s Sexy Waldo?’. But even after walking up and down the beach twice, she couldn’t see her sexy Waldo. She tried the buffets and the pools, but had no better luck there either.

Before she knew it, Erin had practically taken a full tour of the resort. A very uninformative tour, since her focus had been the resort’s occupants. Having worked so hard with absolutely nothing to show for it, she gave up and sat on the nearest bench. Her poor feet were sore down to the bone.

At this point, the only places she hadn’t checked out were the places she (rather ironically) wasn’t appropriately dressed for. Places like the casino, or the gym. Feeling utterly defeated, Erin hung her head and began massaging her feet.

The sharp ‘ping’ next to her practically jolted her out of her seat. A pinch of embarrassment came over Erin as she realized that that was just a Snapchat notification. Probably Carla opting to chew Erin out over the phone rather than wait for her to return.

Erin pulled her phone from her bag, and raised an eyebrow. It was a friend request. Both eyebrows went up when she saw the profile pic. It was him! The hottie from earlier!

A mixed flood of excitement and confusion swirled around in Erin’s head. Why was he sending her a friend request? How had he even gotten her account information? Where did he want this to go? How should she respond?! In the end, it was the excitement that won over the confusion. What mattered was that she was seeing that amazing smile again in 1080p, and if she played her cards right, she could see it again in person…

She hit ‘Accept’, and began dancing her fingertips across the keyboard. The fun had begun…


Hi. 👋 What’s up?


Just wanted to get to know you is all


How did you find my snap?


I got a friend thats real good at finding people like that.
and you have a pretty memorable face.


🙈🙈 Thanks

What are you up to right now?


Just working on my tan. Kinda bored tbh…



Their small talk went back and forth three more times before Erin got another bright idea. She opened up the Snap Map, and sure enough, tucked away in the upper right corner, there stood a little cartoon version of her crush.

The first thing Erin noticed was just how far away he was. He was practically off of the resort, on the coast somewhere. Just how much did this guy hate noise that he would wander so far out just to tan? The second thing she noticed was that even his cartoon version looked hot as hell.

She was already on her feet when she typed her next message: ‘I’ve been out exploring for a bit. This beach is so lovely.’

But her eyes weren’t on the beach. They were on the map. He was exponentially slower to respond than she was, so she would probably only get three more texts from him before her ‘exploration’ brought her straight to this secluded little edge of the beach. Then this conversation could move from digital to verbal, before hopefully moving elsewhere.

Erin didn’t notice the pain in her soles this time. She was busy looking at the map and rehearsing her future conversations. By the distance between his icon and her arrow, she still had nearly a hundred meters to walk, but she already couldn’t hear or see one soul. Frankly, she was more than okay with that. Bystanders didn’t fit in well with her plans anyway.

Erin’s heart rate soared as the icons drew closer. He was right around this next bend! She knew it! She tucked her phone away, drew a deep breath, and completed the last stretch of her journey.

Her heart pounded just the same, but her emotions shifted drastically as she turned around the rocky bend. This newest stretch of coast was just as desolate as the last hundred meters had been. It was significantly rockier, with some dense bushes inland, and the only sign of other people, was a pink and yellow parasol planted vertically in what little sand there was.

At the base of the parasol, Erin saw a peculiar item. A gray plastic bag, rustling in the beach’s gentle breeze. Through its shifting creases, Erin could see the outline of a solid object. Her confusion morphed to curiosity, and she walked over to the bag.

Facing the pole as she knelt down and spread the bag open, Erin peered in and frowned. There was a smartphone in there with an awfully familiar case. Erin’s eyes recognized it at once, but her brain couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. She pulled out the phone to examine it more closely, and in doing so, Erin confirmed what her eyes had told her. This was Carla’s phone! But what was--

Cliiick

Erin flinched as her left wrist was slapped by a fuzzy band that promptly encircled it. Her eyes shot up in time to see Carla slap the other end of her furry handcuffs around the parasol’s stem.

Erin’s tongue caught in her mouth and she pulled back her hand, only to find that the umbrella was firmly planted in the sand. Her gaze shot upward and her eyes were met with Carla’s smug stare. She had fixed her hair and done her makeup much like Erin had, and that only added to the triumphant aura she was emitting.

“C-Carla,” Erin stammered. “Wh-wha-- How di--”

“Oh, Erin,” Carla said with a pitying tone. “You know I love you, but you’ve really got to stop being so gullible…”
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A quick recap for everyone that chose to skip Part 1:

Two tourists, a nurse named Erin and a kindergarten teacher named Carla, are on vacation in the Bahamas. They have played TUGs together for years, and have a bag full of tie up equipment.

On the way to their room, they saw a good-looking guy and both fell head-over-heels for him. Unfortunately, most of their clothes were lost on the way to the resort, and neither of them were comfortable introducing themselves without changing first.

Erin had secretly stashed an extra bikini, and went behind Carla’s back to go talk to the man from before. Carla wasn’t pleased at all when she found out, but Erin got away.

Alas, Erin could not find her crush. That is until he added her on Snapchat out of the blue. While they chatted, Erin used the Snap Map feature to track him down. She followed his signal to a secluded beach, only to discover that it was all a trap set by Carla, who handcuffed Erin to a parasol she’d planted in the beach.


Anyways, here’s Part 2:



Inside Erin’s head, the pieces of the puzzle began sliding into place one by one. And with every new realization, she felt more and more foolish.

The second text she’d got had mentioned a friend that was really good at finding people online. Well, Carla was that friend! She could track down the profile of any snack she wanted within ten minutes, and Erin had been out and about for much longer than that.

From there, it was just a matter of screenshotting his face, creating a snapchat account with a made-up username, and luring Erin out of sight. In an instant, everything had become perfectly clear to Erin, except for what would happen next.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing,” Erin demanded. “Let me go!”

“Oh, I’ll let you go. Eventually,” Carla said. “But first, I need something from you…”

Erin could certainly guess what Carla meant, but she didn’t want to believe it, and she found herself almost subconsciously playing dumb again. “There’s nothing in my bag that you shouldn’t already have.”

“Correct,” Carla said before kneeling down to Erin’s level. “But I don’t want what’s in your bag.”

Erin said nothing. She only gulped silently as Carla went on. “My good clothes are all gone, you’re my size, and there’s no Torrid here. So, I’m gonna need you to undress for me.”

“WHAT?! Are you joking,” Erin shrieked.

Carla didn’t budge. “Oh, I’m dead serious. I’m just doing to you what you did to me. You always try to steal whatever cute guy comes my way, and I’m not letting it happen this time! You know I can take it off by force, especially with one hand tied, so make it easy for the both of us and gimme your clothes.”

Erin’s face was steaming hot. She could sense that she must be damn near pure red right now, and it was no surprise. She was fuming with spiteful rage and the humiliation of defeat. Everything Carla had said was true. At least, to a degree. Erin and Carla had the same taste in men, and whenever one caught their eyes, a friendly competition tended to ensue; but Carla had just taken that to a whole new level. This was mortifying!

Slowly, Erin pulled down her bottom, glowering at Carla all the way.

“Oh don’t give me that look,” Carla said, snatching up the bikini bottom. “Now, hold still.”

Erin complied, mostly because she wanted to stay on her knees and keep the sand away from her nether regions. Although her body was still, her head swiveled around to observe Carla pulling out a roll of silver duct tape.

Erin’s heart sank. “What the hell is that for?!” In spite of her protests, she didn’t pull away as Carla crossed her ankles behind the parasol’s stem and began wrapping them up.

“It’s to make sure you don’t do anything stupid,” Carla said. “Especially for this next part…”

Erin pondered on that for a moment before Carla reached into her bra and pulled out a key. She took Erin’s hand, and removed the handcuffs before standing upright and folding her arms, as though she were looking down on one of her misbehaving students.

“Now,” Carla commanded. “Off with the top.”

Erin felt herself involuntarily curl her lip like a snarling dog, but thanks to Carla’s forethought, Erin really wasn’t in a position to resist. After some thought, she tore off the last of her bikini and threw it straight at Carla’s face.

She caught it right out of the air and frowned. “You should be thankful for how considerate I’m being.

“Thankful,” Erin shouted as Carla grabbed her wrists and pulled them in front of her. “Now that one’s gotta be a joke!”

“There’s no joke,” Carla said. She crossed Erin’s wrists in an X and began rolling the tape around them, first horizontally, then vertically. “I led you to a spot where you won’t have to worry about anyone seeing you naked, and I set up some shade to keep you from burning.”

“I can definitely think of nicer ways to treat a friend, you bitch,” Erin growled as Carla lifted her bound hands over her head and began wrapping them tightly around the parasol's pole.

“Well,” Carla said in a passive aggressive tone, “there’s definitely nicer ways to talk to a friend.”

She knelt down in front of Erin, pulling a large handkerchief from her bag. Erin hoped it was for a cleave gag, but was once again disappointed when Carla began balling it up. “You know the rule of our tie up games. If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothing at all. Now, open up.”

Erin’s face heated up again with anger and embarrassment, but mostly anger. Carla had another thing coming if she thought this was just another one of their innocent games. But game or not, there was never any saying ‘no’ to Carla’s gags.

Perhaps it was that fact of reality, or perhaps it was just Erin’s submissive tendencies, but one way or another, she obeyed. The cloth filled up Erin’s mouth, but she was still able to close her lips and shake her hair out of the way. She didn’t want the tape’s adhesive going anywhere it shouldn’t.

Carla ripped off three strips of tape. Applying them in a very familiar order, she smeared the first strip over Erin’s lips until it was totally stuck, then she placed the second strip just below it, and the third just above, all the while completely ignoring her captive’s fierce glare.

“There,” Carla said as she eyed Erin up and down. “That ought to do the trick.”

Erin looked down, avoiding her friend’s eye contact. It was normal for Carla to admire her work, but Erin felt especially exposed this time, and she didn’t like it at all. With her eyes glued to the ground, she saw Carla’s feet walk behind her. Moments later, she returned, clad in a pretty black bikini set.

She did a sexy little spin, clearly delighted with her change of clothes, and then smiled down at Erin. “How do I look?”

“Hggmmpf grr mmph!” Erin growled through her gag and squirmed against her tape. Carla was just taunting her for the hell of it now!

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Carla said. “For this guy, you would absolutely do the same to me.”

She then knelt down one last time and reached into her bag. This time she pulled out a length of rope. Erin looked at it in confusion. Rope was a favourite of neither one of them, and Erin already wasn’t going anywhere, so why add a rope?

“Here,” Carla said. “I’ll give you something to cheer you up.”

She wrapped it in a loop around Erin’s waist, and a fresh wave of embarrassment came over the redhead as she realized what was happening.

On only one occasion in Erin’s teenage years had she been bold enough to ask for a crotch rope. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and the awkwardness that followed had brought about instant regret. But ever since, Carla had it in her head that Erin secretly wanted a crotch rope accompanying every TUG. In truth, it didn’t normally do much for Erin. Especially in circumstances such as this.

“Mmn! Nnmmph!” Erin squealed a muffled plea and shook her head, but it fell on deaf ears.

Carla secured the crotch rope to Erin’s post, reassured her that she’d be back later, and was on her way. Erin screamed bloody murder at Carla’s back until it birthed a sore throat, and that was before Carla had even stepped out of sight. Naked, alone, and with no hope of escape, Erin hung her head and sighed through her nose.
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Definitely an interesting way to treat a friend 😂
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Great start [mention]TomYi[/mention] Enjoying the different setting and the mix of competition between them.

I trust this won't be the first competition between the girls?
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Oh it's far from over! Next part arrives tomorrow.
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It was a damn good thing Carla had thought to give her some shade, and it went well with the gentle breeze of the sea shore. Perhaps with her consent (and some damn clothes) Erin would have quite enjoyed watching the ocean whilst taped up on the beach. Unfortunately, these were far from ideal circumstances. Erin couldn’t believe what Carla had done. The whole thing was just so snake-like, and it would be quite a while before she could forgive her old friend.

She knelt there on the coast, watching the waves and tugging uselessly at her bindings every now and then. It was unclear how much time had passed, but Carla had probably found that guy by now; and if he hadn’t Fort Knox’d his social media accounts, she probably knew half his life story already too. She was probably at a bar with him right now, sipping cocktails from a coconut shell, and flirting in all the right way--

Erin gasped and froze. Footsteps! The sand muted them to an extent, but they were amplified more by their creator’s heavy weight and high speeds. The sound was unmistakable. Someone was coming!

Erin started to panic. She twisted her arms and pulled at the tape, desperate for the freedom to cover herself, but the tape held as strong as ever. As the approaching walker came around the bend and into view, Erin’s stomach dropped into her legs and her heart jumped up into her throat. It skipped a beat, although she would have preferred it stop altogether.

It was him!

A pair of stylish sunglasses now covered his eyes, but there was no mistaking him. This was the very man she had been searching for. He was here, in the flesh. She must have fallen asleep and into a nightmare. That was the only explanation! She sure didn’t remember falling asleep, but that was a much more believable scenario than this. How in the hell could the universe concoct such a series of coincidences to create the perfect storm of humiliation for poor Erin?

The man’s lively jog ended with a small, startled jump. He stared at her with alarmed, perplexed eyes, and she stared back with a mask of despair.

“Woah, Jesus! Are you okay,” he called out.

A muted whimper was all that got through Erin’s gag. It wasn’t a response, but an involuntary act. She hadn’t even begun thinking about what to tell him. The gears in her head were currently spinning up a plan to leave the resort and fly back home ASAP, all while letting her face be seen by no one.

His head swiveled around, undoubtedly searching for any sign of Erin’s captor. Seeing no one, his gaze shot back to her and he made a B line straight for the bound and gagged damsel. Once more, Erin struggled to escape, and once again, she failed. She wanted to look away from him like she had with Carla, or hide behind her own hair; but a paralysis had seized her head, and kept her eyes locked with his as she hyperventilated through flaring nostrils.

“Did someone attack you,” he asked. His approach slowed as he got near her, but he stopped early. His eyes lowered from Erin’s, and there was a drastic shift in his expression. “…and give you a crotch rope while they were at it…”

The mere mention of her crotch was enough to break the freezing spell on Erin, and her head dropped like a stone. She wanted to cry, but not in front of him like this. Her first impression was bad enough already.

She heard an amused chuckle escape his lips as he lowered himself in front of her, and the sound cut through her like a sabre. “Heh. Lemme tell you, I would do go jogging all the time if it always ended with me meeting another kinky kindred spirit.”

“MMNN?!” Erin’s head shot up, nearly slamming into the parasol that held her in place. Did she just hear him right?

Erin sniffed and tried her best to pacify her hammering heart. Her hair had fallen all over her face, but her visitor reached up and gently brushed it back over her ear. He removed his sunglasses and looked at her with beautiful emerald eyes, and a sly grin that poorly veiled his ecstatic excitement.

“I mean, it’s kinda obvious right now, but just to make sure, you are into bondage, right?”

‘Yes, but mostly just for fun, and as a relaxing escape from my exhausting life as an overworked nurse’ was the honest answer. ‘Kind of’ was the answer she wanted to give were it not for her tape gag. But for some reason – some stupid, flustered, spur-of-the-moment reason – she slowly nodded and said, “Mhm.”

He beamed and giggled, and that was clearly just the tip of his joyous iceberg. Erin thought it was adorable, and it went a long way towards undoing her prior terror. She didn’t feel so judged anymore. He had sincerely meant it when he called her a ‘kindred spirit’, she could tell; and although he had the wrong idea, Erin liked the thought.

He had been squatting in front of her, his eyes level with hers; but now, he straightened his back and dropped on his knees. Erin had a full view of his chiseled body, and now had to look up at him. He looked down at her and lowered his voice to a moan. “My name’s Derek, and if you don’t mind…”

His hand reached up and Erin flinched. She tried her best to move away, but could only really move her head. Derek leaned back and put his hands up.

“Alright, alright,” Derek said. “You must really like that gag if you wanna keep it that bad.”

He… had ben reaching for her gag? Erin felt herself blush as she realized that her knee-jerk defensiveness was misplaced. Suddenly, mitigating her embarrassment became a top priority for her, and she spontaneously decided that playing along was the best way to do that.

“Mhm,” she nodded again

My, oh my,” Derek responded. “You really are one kinky girl. How lucky am I to have found you?”

For the first time in a while, Erin’s mood lifted. He was saying the sweet lines that she only ever heard from the imaginary actors in the romantic fantasies of her mind.

Derek drew out a long breath and said, “If I might be so bold, would you like to have some fun?”

In all her manic embarrassment, Erin had never noticed just how suave his voice was. Silky smooth, as a matter of fact. He spoke with a southern American accent, but a rather subtle one. Just enough to give his words a provocative twang. It was just like the voice she had always imagined coming from the cowboys on the covers of her romance novels. And the way he smiled at her… She remembered the gorgeous grin he had shot her earlier that day, and it was peanuts compared to the look he was giving her right now.

A part of her wanted to say ‘no’. Bondage had never been an outright sexual thing for her, and the thought of entering that realm scared her. But for this man, and for what he was offering, ‘no’ just seemed incomprehensible.

She nodded a third time.

Derek’s heart-melting giddiness returned en masse, if only for a brief moment. He then managed to collect himself. “Alright. Just remember to snap your fingers if you want me to stop.”

Derek shuffled closer to Erin, his smile wider than ever. She had been so fixated on his face, that she didn’t see his hand reach toward her. And this time, he wasn’t going for her gag.

“Mmph!” Erin flinched, and her eyes slammed shut as Derek took hold of her crotch rope, sent tingles jolting through her womanhood.

The tape covering her lips might have muffled her words quite effectively, but it did little to hide the pleasure in her tone. Derek certainly caught that, and he tugged on her rope again.

Erin pressed her thumb against her fingertips, ready to snap, but she stopped herself. Erin had thus far gone out of her way not to trigger Carla’s crotch rope, and it was just now donning on her how good of a job her friend had done. Another shot of pleasure was enough to make Erin relax her fingers.

Derek caressed his other hand along Erin’s thigh and up her torso. Her breath grew heavy, and a quivering moan accompanied each exhale. She opened her eyes, and found that they wouldn’t open all the way.

A tiny ‘smak’ sounded off as Derek’s lips pressed against Erin’s neck, and her rythymic moans were broken up by high-pitched mewls.

He kissed her neck over and over, in rhythm with the brush of his hand and his pulls on her crotch rope. It created a symphony of sensation. One that would become overwhelming every now and then. The kisses on her neck felt wonderful, but sometimes he would hit a particularly ticklish spot.

Erin wanted to pull away and tell him that he was tickling her, but she knew that she couldn’t. She involuntarily tried to push away his lips, but her arms remained tied above her head. Already, the thought of snapping her fingers had been packed, shelved, and stored away in the farthest depths of her memory.

Before Derek had happened by, Erin’s tape had taunted her. It reminded her that she was stuck until Carla got back. Now, it taunted her in a new way. Its unyielding adherence made it loud and clear to Erin that she was at this man’s mercy.

And she could not believe how much of a turn on that was.

Derek’s hand ceased its caressing and rested on her breast as the beat of his tugs grew faster. Erin’s moans and mewls raised an octave or two in response. She was approaching the end, and they both knew it.

Erin’s eyes fell shut, and for a long moment, she reached the ecstatic peak of her sexual mountain. There, she teetered on the edge of her climax. It was a well-timed bite from Derek on the side of her neck that elicited a squeal from her, and sent her over the edge.

She wanted to hold him. She wanted to be held by him. But she could only achieve the latter. She nuzzled her face into his chest, and she realized just how sweaty she had gotten. After a moment, she lifted her head and gazed longingly into his eyes.

She wanted to smile at him, and it seemed as though Derek knew that. He gave her a smile of his own as he reached up and slowly peeled the tape off of Erin’s lips. This time, she let him, and he pulled the handkerchief from her mouth.

Erin took a moment to catch her breath. Once the taste of her stuffing had faded, Erin grinned up at her white knight and said, “Are you doing anything later?”
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Cop that Carla. The universe is a fickle mistress 😉
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Neither of the ladies seemed happy when Carla returned to Erin. After all that work, the brilliant scheming, and the superb execution, she hadn’t even been able to find the damn guy.

Carla was pissed. She had found his Facebook account in just eight minutes, but when it came to the real world, hours of scouring hell’s last acre had turned up nothing. And Erin… well, she knew how Erin would feel.

Carla returned to free Erin just in time. The sun had lowered enough that her umbrella was no longer providing cover for the bound captive. Carla had changed back into her old clothes, and she returned Erin’s black bikini for their sour trip back to the hotel. Erin had scowled at her from start to finish, and she was probably far from done, but Carla’s skin was more than thick enough. She stood by everything she had said earlier.

When they got back to their room, they were greeted with a stack of suitcases, and a letter of apology. Their lost luggage had been found, and that was the first bit of good news they’d had in a while. With the arrival of their lost clothes, Carla gathered up something to change into and headed for the bathroom.

“I’m still mad at you.” Erin’s voice cut through the air and shattered the silence. It caught Carla off guard and she stopped dead in her tracks. “But there’s a way you can make it up to me.”

Carla turned and looked at her friend with sheer puzzlement. Erin had been giving her the silent treatment since her gag was peeled off, and Carla had fully expected it to go on for much longer. Resuming conversations on the same day of a big fight was so unlike Erin, let alone negotiating compensation this early.

Erin continued. “I wanna tie you up.”

Carla raised an eyebrow. This was just getting more and more bizarre. “Erin, you’ve always preferred being tied up over me...”

“Yeah, well I’m in a different mood now,” Erin snapped. “You left me all tied up and now it’s my turn. Let me tie you up right now, and I’ll forgive and forget. We can go about our vacation as though nothing happened.”

Something was so off. Erin was hiding something. Still, her choice of words painted an awfully tempting picture. They were on vacation in the tropics, and it sure would be a shame to spend their whole time there with an elephant in the room.

Carla let out a deep breath before saying, “Alright. But can I change first?”

“Absolutely,” Erin said. “But I decide what you change into.”

Of course, there was a catch. Already, the deal was getting worse and worse. Still, they had seen each other naked before, and Carla couldn’t imagine anything Erin would have that would be painful to wear.

“Strip,” Erin commanded before turning to her bondage briefcase.

Carla rolled her eyes before complying. She stripped down to her underwear, which was nothing special. For girls their size, underwear only ever came in a blank, boring beige. Erin turned to Carla and threw a crumpled mess of pantyhose at her. Carla caught it, and soon realized that it was in fact a whole bodysuit of pantyhose.

“Where on Earth did you get this,” Carla asked as she eyed the fabric up and down.

“Webstore,” Erin answered, curtly. “Now put it on.”

Again, Carla went along with it. It took a fair bit of messing around, but eventually, she stood tall with the pantyhose stretched over her entire figure. Carla had been so preoccupied with her new attire, that she only now noticed the small pyramid of tape rolls Erin had arranged in front of her.

“Are… are you seriously gonna mummify me,” Carla asked.

“Obviously,” Erin said. “There’s a whole lot of worse ways we could do this, now are you game or not?”

Carla rolled her eyes again and shook her head in disbelief. “Whatever. Let’s do it.”

Erin had Carla stand beside her bed with her arms at her sides. She started the first roll at the tips of Carla’s fingers and began working her way up, pinning Carla’s arms in place.

Carla wasn’t exactly thrilled with where this was going, but it was a reasonable price to pay. Sometimes, not even Carla could believe that she and Erin were still friends, but neither one of them could hold a grudge against each other. That was what had kept them together all this time. And also, Erin had no one else to play tie up games with, which was probably no small factor.

Erin wasn’t cutting any corners. She had every square inch of Carla’s body from her buttocks to her collar bone fully covered in tape. Carla had tested her bonds every now and then, and found that not even halfway through the mummification, she could barely move a muscle.

Erin then ordered Carla to sit. Carla turned to sit on the bed, but Erin grabbed her and forcibly stopped her rotation.

“What,” Carla said. “I’m not sitting on the bed?”

“Oh no,” Erin said. “I’m calling the shots here, and it’s the carpet for you, girl!”

Carla gave Erin a sour look, but it was far too late to back out now. Erin truly was calling the shots. With Erin’s help, Carla sat down on the floor next to her bed. Erin grabbed a short stool and lifted Carla’s heels onto it before starting the next roll at her ankles.

Erin was just as thorough with the lags as she had been with the torso, and there was no pantyhose in sight by the time she was through. She even wrapped up Carla’s feet, literally stopping her from wiggling her toes. At least it would protect her from the rough carpet, but if this was foreshadowing, Carla wasn’t looking forward to her gag…

Almost on cue, Erin grabbed two normal pairs of pantyhose from the briefcase, as well as something Carla hadn’t expected: her AirPods.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing,” Carla demanded.

“I’m fulfilling our deal,” Erin replied with a cold, blank face.

“No,” Carla cried. She struggled a bit, but quickly gave up. Still, her protests persisted as Erin planted the wireless headphones in her ears and pulled the pantyhose over her head. “I never agreed to sensory deprivation! Erin!”

“Oh, shush,” Erin said as she tapped at her phone. “It’s like you said: I totally would do the same to you.”

Carla never heard that last line. Erin hadn’t given her the chance. Lizzo’s nasal whine was all her ears perceived as Erin balled up the final pantyhose and shoved it in her mouth. Then there was more stuffing, and more after that. The pantyhose created a membrane that made choking next to impossible, but Carla’s mouth was soon packed to the point where it wouldn’t close.

Erin had a plan to deal with that. She could feel Erin start another roll of tape under her chin and wrap it up over her head, pressing her jaw shut. It was then that Erin moved on to wrapping the tape over Carla’s lips and entombing the abundant stuffing inside her. The last thing Carla saw was her redheaded friend blow her a kiss before wrapping Tape over her eyes and ears.

She felt Erin wrap up her entire head in the same thorough manner as her body. And when she was done, there was nothing. Robbed of her voice, her sight, and her mobility, there was nothing Carla could do but lay down with Lizzo in the darkness…

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Erin smiled down at her handiwork. Payback was a bitch, just like her.

She knelt down and shoved her mummy over, inching it bit by bit under the bed. Carla tried to turn her head and cry out for an explanation, but all that escaped was an inaudible murmle. Erin found that extensively satisfying. There was no way Carla could get in the way now.

“Oh, Carla,” Erin said with a pitying tone. “You know I love you, but you’ve really got to stop being so gullible.”

Erin checked the time. She was right on schedule, and the return of her lost clothes meant that she could make use of a special little something she’d packed…

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She emerged from the bathroom minutes later, wearing a pink satin bathrobe over her special surprise: A lacy pink babydoll dress with spaghetti straps and a little pink bow at the base of her ample cleavage. She had put on some Evening Rose perfume, and fixed herself up with some red lipstick as well. Although whether or not that would matter remained to be seen.

Erin had cleaned up real nice if she did say so herself, and she even had enough time to clean up the room too before there was a knock at her door. She rushed over to it, grinning from ear to ear. She peered through the peephole and spun around, squealing like a schoolgirl. Two deep breaths to calm herself, and she opened the door.

“Hey, Derek…”
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Ooh, nice twist there [mention]TomYi[/mention] Now - will they both end tied, or will Carla just be left alone - excellent revenge by Erin!
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Oooh dear, Carla. That's about the only type of bondage that scares me. Although why'd she block her ears, now she won't hear Derek and Erin lol.
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Erin took a step back to let Derek inside, and as he stepped past her, she took the opportunity to eye up her handsome guest. He was wearing a denim-colored button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A touch that Erin greatly appreciated. He had changed into a new pair of shorts that greatly complimented his ass, and for shoes… well, Erin didn’t know. Her eyes had stopped on his ass.

She did however notice the bag he brought in with him. Her typical date would only bring his keys, phone, and wallet, but this guy had clearly come prepared for all manner of fun. The thought of which got Erin all riled up immediately.

“Good to see you safe and sound,” Derek said. “Y’know, I really didn’t like leaving a pretty gal like you all tied up.”

Erin smiled up at him. “I told you my friend would come back eventually. You can save me another time.”

“Speaking of which,” he began glancing around the room. “Do we gotta worry about this friend of yours?”

Erin grinned and shook her head. “You’ve got me all to yourself, big boy.” She slowly ran her tongue along her lower lip, looking Derek dead in the eye as the shed her robe and put her lingerie on full display. “Now, what are you going to do with me?”

Her little spell had worked. She could see it in his eyes. All rational thought drained from his head, displaced by sheer primal desire. Once Derek had soaked in the sight before him, his eyes rested on Erin’s face.

Before she knew it, his pudgy face was pressed against hers, and his body was pushing her back. It was as if he couldn’t move close enough to her. A tinge of pain, followed by a wave of coolness swept over Erin as she slammed into the door. Neither feelings were pleasant, but they were more than outweighed by the pleasure brought on by Derek’s deep kiss. Erin couldn’t get enough of it, and their lips smacked together over and over.

Erin wanted to rip of his shirt, or at least unbutton it, but as she ran her hands to his chest, he grabbed her wrists and pressed them against the door, holding her hands up as though she were in a pillory.

Unlike her first encounter with Derek, this was a position Erin had been in with plenty of men before. It normally didn’t do much for her, but with Derek, it brought back the memory of them on the beach. Erin felt Derek’s lips kiss her teeth, and she realized that she was smiling ecstatically.

Just like he had done on the beach, Derek’s mouth moved to her neck. And once again, it shot tingles through Erin's being. She struggled worthlessly against his grip, and it almost tantalized her as much as the tape bondage had. Almost.

As Derek’s lust grew, his hands loosened from her wrists and began wandering around her body. The instant her hand was free, Erin reached over and latched every one of the door’s locks.

With her privacy ensured, Erin put a hand on Derek’s chest and pushed him off of her. She shook the disheveled hair out of her longing eyes, and whispered, “Take me.”

And there was his sly little smirk again. That playful look of hunger and eagerness that was so damn contagious. Part of it frightened Erin, because she knew that his plans for her led through uncharted waters. In spite of that – or perhaps, because of it – she had never been so excited.

“I’m afraid, that’s not quite how this works, darling.”

What? The lust was wiped from Erin’s face and replaced with confusion.

Luckily, she wasn’t lost long before Derek explained himself. “Y’see, I may choose to fulfill your desires, but first, you gotta fulfill mine. And the thing is, I desire not just your body, but your mind as well.”

Her mind? What, was he going to hypnotize her? Erin still wasn’t getting it, but she was helped a fair bit when Derek reached into his bag and pulled out a clue to his riddle. A clue in the form of a black leather collar, with a steel ring in its centre.

He approached her, holding up the collar in both hands like a ceremonial dagger dedicated to a sacrificial lamb. “I want you to submit yourself to me. Allow me to put this collar around your neck, and make you mine.”

‘Well, he’s making a rather big deal over some little accessory,’ Erin thought in silence. ‘Still, if this is what it takes to get the D, then what choice do I have?’

“Okay,” is what she said.

“Good girl,” he whispered with a grin. Kind of condescending, but whatever.

Even as he strapped the leather around her neck, she didn’t think much of it. She figured that it was just another kind of game. If roleplaying was what Derek wanted, then Erin was more than willing to play along. Why not?

“Now,” Derek said as he handed his bag of goodies to his sub. “Take this, and follow your master.”

Master? They were really going to do that? Erin simply nodded, fearing that she might chuckle at the corny title if she opened her mouth at any point. Derek turned his back on her and headed into the room. She followed, enjoying the view as she walked.

He spun to face her, and pointed to the foot of the nearest bed. “Kneel there, my girl.”

Erin involuntarily cringed at the thought. He was pointing at the bed that concealed her mummified friend. Just like that, her master/servant roleplay had gotten complicated.

“Um,” she started. “I-I kinda-- Aah!”

A puny gasp rushed out of her throat as Derek hooked a finger through the ring of her collar, and yanked her face up to his. It wasn’t forceful enough to hurt Erin, but it did shock her into the realization that she was wearing more than just a jingly choker. She froze up, feeling much like a kitten being held by the scruff of its neck.

“Are you going against your master’s will,” Derek asked with a slight growl on the last word.

“Oh, n-no,” Erin stammered instinctively. Just like on a first date, she was terrified of saying the wrong thing and ruining her shot with this dreamboat, and that fear hijacked her train of thought. “Whatever you say!”

“Whatever you say, what?”

Erin blinked rapidly. She had no idea what Derek had meant. Luckily, he took notice, and clarified. “When you wear that collar, you address me by my title.”

“Oh,” Erin, exclaimed. “You mean ‘Master’? Whatever you say, Master.”

Derek’s lips curled into a grin, and he released the tension on Erin’s collar. “Good girl. Now, obey your master, and kneel on the bed.”

He pointed again, and this time, Erin’s nervousness overpowered her reluctance. “Yes, Master.”

She climbed on the bed and knelt in front of Derek like some well-trained dog. “Sorry, Carla,” Erin whispered under her breath.

In her hands, she still held the bag Derek had brought. He reached inside, and her eyes followed his hand until he placed a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze up to his own eyes.

“Keep your pretty eyes up here while I work,” Derek commanded.

“Yes, Master.”

It was getting easier to say that line without scoffing at its campiness, and Erin obeyed each command more naturally than the last. She just told herself over and over that it would all be worth it. But then Derek brandished a long, red rope, and her heart began to race.

Regardless of the swirling excitement and anxiety in her head, she maintained eye contact as he had commanded; even as he took her hand and she felt the rope slithering around her skin. Erin never saw his handiwork, but she could feel a sort of wide rope bracelet forming on her wrist. Derek pulled his knot tight, but the bracelet never constricted, and that made her feel somewhat safer.

Once he’d finished, Derek used another red rope to give the same treatment to Erin’s other wrist. He brought his focus back on her face, which hadn’t moved from where he’d commanded. Erin looked back at him, half expecting a sexy reward for her compliance, but the only surprise she got was a shove to send her sprawling on her back.

Erin sank further into the mattress as Derek crawled over her. Flustered as ever, she simply laid there and tried to control her breath as Derek grabbed her bound hands, and one by one, fastened them to opposite sides of the bed frame. Between her hot dom, the devotion to her roleplay character, and the unfamiliar feeling of rope bondage, Erin hadn’t thought to predict just how he would tie her up; and now, it was loud and clear.

Erin pressed her lips tightly together as she heard the faint zip of a tightening knot, signaling her complete restraint. “Derek,” she said.

Before she could go on, Derek put a finger over her lips, and whispered “shhh.” Any other day, Erin wouldn’t have stood for that condescending crap for one second. But Derek’s gesture shut her right up. She watched silently as he crawled down her body, and inhaled sharply when he started to tie her ankle as well.

Erin’s old games had never involved the speadeagle position before. Tape didn’t favor this method very well, and its status as a sexual icon made things awkward for her. Carla had occasionally joked about tying her like that ironically, but there was no joke in this. It was as legitimate as it got, and it brought on a new level of helplessness.

She felt like an actual sex object. A slave girl on full display. And this impression was backed up plenty by reality. Her limbs were stretched apart to the point where she couldn’t move much at all, let alone resist her captor. And although the ropes weren’t constricting, she could not pull out of them. Derek had even tied her wrists in such a way that the knot had no loose ends. Said strands were now tied to the bed’s sturdy frame, far out of reach.

He reached into his bag again. Erin tried to look up at whatever Derek retrieved, but never managed to catch a glance before he was on top of her again. And just when she had gotten her breath under control too…

He kissed her. It was just as passionate as it had been before, yet more cursory, as though he had suddenly gotten himself in a big hurry. Erin didn’t mind though. She could keep up. She just laid there, relishing the touch of his tongue against hers. That is, until he abruptly pulled away; and in stark contrast, the object that replaced his tongue was cold and hard.

“Gmmph?!” Erin let out a startled cry, and her eyebrows shot upward out of pure reflex as Derek reached behind her head, and leather straps tightened into her cheeks.

Although she had been tempted more than once to order her own ball gag, Erin had never even touched one before. Still, she knew enough about bondage to identify the rubbery object in her mouth. Erin instantly regretted not getting to see her gag. What color was the ball? Or the straps? Did they have rivets and stuff like that? She was actually quite surprised by just how much she wanted those answers.

Erin’s curiosity was jolted away by a tickling touch. She recognized it right away as Derek’s signature neck kisses. It seemed that her collar couldn’t keep his lips at bay after all. The kisses began migrating upward to her cheek, then to her earlobe. No one had ever kissed Erin’s ear before, and she was amazed by the tingles it produced.

Between kisses, Derek whispered into her ear. “You’ve been such a good girl. Now, relax and enjoy your reward…”

His lips returned to her ear, and it caused her to let out the girliest, most pitiful mewl she’d ever produced. He snorted between his kisses, undoubtedly laughing at her garbled whimper. Whether he thought it was cute or comical didn’t matter much to Erin. She was humiliated one way or another.

From there on, Derek made it his mission to elicit more mewls from his prisoner. Erin fought hard to control herself, but he succeeded time and time again. Erin could feel goosebumps sprouting along her bound arms, but she couldn’t do anything about it. She couldn’t do anything at all.

On countless occasions in her life, Erin had been bound, gagged, and helpless. But his was something else. She was a plaything now. A little bitch for Derek to walk all over. It reminded her of the devastating shame one felt in their nightmares about going to school naked.

And she had allowed this to happen.

She had invited this man into her room, took on the role of a slave, and obeyed his every command until that role became indistinguishable from reality. If this had happened with anyone else, in any other setting, she would indisputably be at her lowest point ever.

But here, and now, she was riding high on cloud nine!

She didn’t know if her feelings were because of her partner, or just a facet of herself that had gone undiscovered until now. Hell, maybe it was some sort of insane kick out of having sex right on top of an oblivious friend; but whatever the cause, Erin was more thrilled than she ever could have predicted! She wanted Derek so bad. She wanted him inside her this instant! But she could do nothing to act on her lust. Erin was forced to lay there and wait for him, and in some unexpected, nonsensical way, that made everything so much better!

Derek sat up, and began unbuttoning his shirt in a playful strip tease. Erin reveled in every second of the show. Especially the bare-naked finale. Derek threw his shirt away, and reached down with both hands. He pulled the cups of Erin’s chemise down, and scooped her breasts out into the open.

Erin’s pathetic yelps returned in spades as Derek began working on her nipples. First there were light pinches and twists between his thumbs and forefingers, then his fingers ran around in circles, and then it was his tongue running circles. All the while, his hardened manhood grinded against her. Every so often, it would rub up against just the right spot, and the resulting swell of pleasure made Erin want to hold and caress him; so much so that she would forget about the ropes, and find herself tugging pointlessly against them.

And then it was over. Only Erin knew it was really just getting started. Derek lifted off of her and turned away. His trousers dropped, and under the sound of his heavy breathing, Erin could hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper.

Derek turned to her ankles, and loosened them from the bed frame. Erin understood immediately, and spread her legs far apart for his entry. He crawled over her one last time, and looked her in the eye as he found his way inside her. Erin winced, breaking eye contact and mewling yet again.

That would be far from the last sound to filter through her ball gag. Erin’s breath grew heavy as she felt him push deeper and deeper. His motions starting slow and steady, but intensifying which each thrust.

By the time Derek reached high speeds, the hotel room’s lights were shining off of his sweat. Erin could feel herself sweating bullets as well. Seismic pulses of ecstasy throbbed inside of her, and she knew it was a cervical orgasm. What she didn’t know, was how long it would go on for. She had been biting into her gag the whole time, but now she did so hard enough to hazard permanent marks. Erin bit down regardless.

She clutched at handfuls of sheets and mattress – the only thing her bonds would allow – and let him have her. Her moans turned into garbled yowls, and Derek seemed to feed off of this. He began grunting and growling beneath his breath like some sort of wild animal.

Derek shifted into top gear, and Erin began to gasp. He was hitting a spot! Her orgasmic pleasure began flaring up with each thrust until it reached a new magnitude, like two flames coming together to form an inferno.

Erin squeezed her eyes shut and chomped into her gag, but couldn’t hold back her scream. Derek held three long, deep thrusts before crying out and falling forward. He caught himself before letting himself sink against the shivering redhead.

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A minute later, he laid face-up on the bed. Erin, freed from her ropes, rested serenely on his shoulder with an arm draped limply across his chest. She had wanted to latch onto him and never let go, but found that her limbs had turned to rubber.

They were limp, but far from numb. Her orgasm still reverberated throughout her being. It had been the greatest she’d ever had, and once it had subsided, she would ask for more.

Erin knew that her thoughts ought to be on Carla right about now. She needed to be released soon, and Erin should be trying to figure out how she could keep her friend in the dark. At the very least, she needed to cover up the part where they had sex right on top of her.

But Erin was thinking about none of those things. The workings of her mind could barely even be classified as thoughts, but rather, mad longings. She felt amazing, and she wanted more.

It couldn’t go on forever. No matter what, Derek would eventually have to fly back to his corner of the world. But regardless of where he went, the impression he left on Erin this warm summer eve would go on forever. Something had awakened in her, and to call it a revelation would be a criminal understatement.

A smile spread across Erin’s face as he pondered on all the kinky items she would soon be adding to her special collection…
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So it's not just me! I've always thought Master sounded so damn corny lol. You've got some brilliant writing skills, looking forward to more :)
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Oh wow that was a fast response. Thank you! I tried writing from Erin's POV for most of it, and I'm glad that you liked the result.

Unfortunately, that was actually all I had planned for this smutty tale. It's the end!
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