Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
Clair and Fred are off to college and trying to enjoy their freshman year. Like most college freshmen they are having sex, and better yet, bondage sex. Enjoy.
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Their freshman year was tough for Clair and Fred. Not only did they have to adapt to being away from Chain, but academic life was very different, more self-directing and requiring self-discipline. Both were also aware that the freshman class made up almost half of the university. That meant that there were a huge number of their classmates that would flunk or drop out before the year was over. Fred was convinced that some of their classes were just designed to weed out the low performers, especially Calculus.
They both went home on weekends as often as they could, it was only a few hours' drive. Fred didn't have a car on campus, so they usually took Clair's. Fred usually spent the weekend at his parents' house, but Fred's mother wasn't quite as liberal as Jill and just assumed separate bedrooms. Since both Clair and Fred had roommates in their dorm rooms, there wasn't a lot of sex their Freshman year. On those rare weekends when Fred stayed at Clair's, usually because Fred's parents were busy, Jill and Bob had no problem with Fred staying in Clair's room. Jill would even leave a stack of Trojan's in the bathroom, her way of reminding the 'kids' to have safe sex. Bob, on the other hand, just tried not to think about it.
Halfway through the semester, Fred got some news that was bitter/sweet. His Dad's job in Quality Control at Chain Manufacturing really hadn't worked out. There were several 'incidents' where customers had returned entire orders due to quality issues. Fred's parents realized that there was no future in a company town like Chain when you were fired from the Company. They sold the house and moved back to Arizona in a matter of weeks. This meant Fred would see them much less often. It also meant that he and Clair could spend almost every weekend together.
It was on one of those Saturday afternoons that Clair explained why her family was so liberal about sex. Clair's parents had announced after lunch that they had errands to run to the grocery store, hardware store, post office, etc. They would, Clair's mom was emphatic to point out, pick up some Chinese for dinner and would absolutely not be home till at least 6pm. Fred got the message Jill was sending loud and clear, but he still found it somewhat disconcerting. His own parents were so strait laced that he was having trouble believing Jill and Bob's attitudes towards sex.
His concerns, however, didn't slow him down; he was horny. They were naked in bed within minutes of the garage door closing. Clair was in the mood as well, in the mood for a good bondage fuck. She had encouraged Fred to tie her up several times in the past, one time in the doom room when Clair knew her roommate had a two-hour exam. This time she hopped up and pulled the cloth belt out of her bathrobe. She handed it to Fred and flopped down on the bed, putting her hands up next to the headboard, flashing Fred a seductive smile.
Fred was a Computer Science major; it hadn't taken him long to figure out how Clair's brain was programmed. And he definitely liked taking charge. He had been fantasizing about Clair riding him in a reverse cowgirl, but that could wait, this was good too. He tied Clair's hands to the center spindle of her old wood bed. Fred was rolling on one of the condoms that Clair's mom had left in the bathroom.
Clair easily twisted her hands out of the tie and glared at him.
"I thought you were an Eagle Scout?" she sneered.
"Well, I didn't take Bondage Merit Badge," Fred replied.
"I'm sure you can do better than that Fred."
"I didn't want to hurt you or leave rope marks that your parents would see," Fred said in his defense.
"Look Fred, I want to tell you some things about my parents, and I will, but I also need to confess a few things about me. Being tied up is a turn-on for me."
"Yea, I figured that out already." Fred said.
"And how does that make you feel?" Clair asked.
"Hot." Fred replied simply.
"Good, because right now I need to be fucked. But also understand," Clair continued, "that to be a turn-on for me, the bondage needs to be real. If I know that I can just twist my hands out of it, you might as well not tie me up at all. I'd really prefer to use handcuffs or chain or something absolute. I need to know that you are TOTALLY in control, that I'm not getting out until you decide to let me out. Otherwise, it's just not a turn-on. Do you understand?"
"I think so," Fred replied, "I like that too."
"And as to hurting me," Clair continued slowly, "I hope this doesn't scare you, but some pain makes me wet as hell."
"You didn't seem that turned on when you stubbed your toe last night in the bathroom," Fred laughed.
"Yea, that HURT. What I'm talking about is loss of control and pain together in a sexual setting. I've been doing some research and sex releases endorphins in the body, so you feel the sex more intently. Pain and fear also release endorphins like adrenalin and that can heighten sexual experiences even more."
"That makes sense I guess, but why does tying you up turn me on? That bothers me because I love you." Fred sounded worried.
"There is a part of our Cave ancestors still in each of us. Cave men used to raid the neighboring village, grab the girls they thought could bear children, drag them back to their cave by the hair and rape them. Women evolved to look for Men who took charge, were strong and could defend them from Sabre Tooth Tigers and stuff. Some BDSM people call this being 'primal.' I just call it fun!
"OK, Clair, this primal Boy Scout is about to tie you up and pound your cunt into the mattress." Fred said with enthusiasm.
"Oh goodie," Clair giggled, "but can I ask you for one more thing?"
"Yesssss," Fred drawled.
"When you think I'm close, grab my nipples, pinch and twist, hard. I want to try that! Hurt me while you fuck me, Fred!"
Fred loved Clair's nipples. Clair's were the only nipples he had seen in person but from what he had seen in porn hers were exceptionally long and puffy.
This time Fred pulled Clair's wrists in front of her and used a square lashing he had learned in Scouts. When he had her wrists tightly bound, he pushed them to the headboard and used the remaining rope to tie the lashing to the headboard. Clair twisted and turned her wrists, but they wouldn't budge. She tried to reach the knots but could not. Clair started to pull herself up to see if she could bite the knots, but Fred quickly grabbed her hips and violently yanked her down.
