As she re-entered the room, Heather noticed that Matt had disappeared. She was led to her bed by Lisa and told to lie down on her back. Silk scarves, gentle to the touch but impossible to wriggle free from, were tied to each wrist. With her elbows bent her arms were secured either side of her head to each edge of the bed. Lisa pondered whether to bind Heather's legs as well, but thought better of it, it would be finer for her slave to squirm.
'Well my sweet little prisoner,' she began. 'I've had a lot of fun tonight and for that I thank you. However, for you this is just the beginning. From now on you belong to Matt and I. You are to obey us in every respect and address us as your Mistress and Master. Don't even think about disobeying us, we wouldn't want the rest of the campus finding out what you get up to in your spare time would we! Besides, this is what you wanted isn't it?'
'Yes Mistress,' replied Heather meekly.
Lisa continued. 'Now, it's time for you to rest, you have a busy day tomorrow. We will come to wake you in the morning.'
Just as she spoke, Matt walked through the door, a DVD in his hand.
'Ah, perfect timing. We thought it a shame to waste all your pent up sexual tension, so think of this as our gift.'
As Matt placed the disc in the player by Heather's bed and turned on the TV, Lisa was laying the duvet over her slave's naked body, before kissing her on the forehead.
'Goodnight, sweet dreams,' smiled Matt evilly. He hit play and the screen came to life with the start of a pornographic film. The volume was adjusted, not too loud to wake the neighbours, but enough to distract Heather, then her tormentors left the room, flicking off the light as they departed.
The room was filled with the glow of the TV and poor Heather could not take her eyes off the screen. In the first scene, a busty blonde was tied and gagged, her naked body stretched and teased as she was brought to orgasm. Even with the sound down, the blonde's cries of frustration, pain and finally ecstasy filled Heather's room. In her unfulfilled state, Heather's pussy burned with desire. She tugged at her own restraints, trying to work a hand free so that she could bury her fingers into her wet pussy, to play with her clit and bring out the orgasm she had so far been denied. Thrashing her body from side to side, all Heather succeeded in doing was matching the throes of the girls on the screen. The realization that she was starring in her own private bondage display, plus time spent recapping on the evening's events did nothing to cool her ardour. However, she could do nothing. Dead tired from her physical and mental exertions she tried to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes the orgy of sounds from the DVD distracted her. Scene after scene rolled by as Heather whimpered in sexual frustration.
Eventually she fell asleep, but even her dreams were filled with scenes of bondage. A few short hours later Heather awoke. Sunlight filtered through her curtains, but still the TV scenes continued, obviously on a loop. Her whole body ached, as if her muscles had remained tense all night. Her pussy dripped with cum, soaking the sheet between her legs. A single tear of frustration ran down her cheek as she realised she was still bound. Somehow she managed to doze, until her door was pushed open, making Heather jump.
'Wakey wakey, sleepy slave!' exclaimed Lisa as she bounded into the room. 'How did you sleep?'
'How the fuck do you think!' was the reply that flashed through Heather's mind. However, she bit her tongue.
