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.
Clair closed her eyes and started to drift into the pain in her wrists. The ropes were tight, probably too tight but She and Fred would learn over time. Fred folded her legs back and positioned his cock. God this girl was beautiful! He thrust into her with one violent motion. God this girl was wet, there was almost no resistance. Fred started pumping with everything he had, slamming his hips down, then pulling almost all the way out, then slamming down again.
Fred came after only a few minutes. Clair, who was zoned out and feeling every thrust and the way it pulled on her wrist was disappointed. She let Fred lay on top of her while she lowered her legs.
"That was quick," was all she said.
For just a second, Fred's blood boiled. He sat up and slapped the side of Clair's breast with his hand, hard! Then he immediately thought, "where did that come from?" Primal indeed.
Clair inhaled sharply in surprise but when Fred looked down a second later she had a faraway smile on her face. He slapped her other breast.
"OH, I'm not done with you yet cunt!" Fred growled.
Sticking two fingers of his right hand in Clair's vagina and his thumb on her clit, he almost lifted her hips off the bed and he began violently stroking in and out. Clair moaned. Fred kept it up relentlessly.
"Yes, Oh god, yes," She started chanting "Yes... Yes... Yes..." in rhythm with each thrust of Fred's hand.
All of a sudden, Fred realized she had gone quiet and he wasn't holding her up with his thrusting hand anymore, her body was rigid. He quickly grabbed the nipple closest to him between his fingers, squeezed as hard as he could and twisted it about 90 degrees. Clair screamed until her lungs were empty and then collapsed. She looked unconscious but she was breathing, Fred checked.
Fred waited several minutes until Clair's breathing steadied and while he was waiting, he took the condom off and cleaned up. He switched sides of the bed then slapped the sides of her breasts again.
"Time for round two slut," he whispered right in Clair's ear. Her eyes snapped open when he hit her, she sighed with he called her 'slut.'
Fred went in with his fingers again but this time he started pinching her other nipple much sooner. Clair kept her eyes open this time and alternated between watching Fred's face and watching what he was doing to her nipple. She cried out several times as he became unusually brutal with either her cunt or her nipple. Fred switched his finger to the other nipple then leaned over and grabbed the nipple he had been tormenting in between his teeth. This bent over position gave him less leverage to finger fuck Clair, so he increased his thumb action on her clit. It wasn't long before Fred's triple attack had it's intended effect and had another screaming orgasm.
This time Fred only allowed Clair to relax for as long as it took him to roll on a fresh condom. He grabbed Clair's hips and manhandled her onto her stomach. She cried out and he didn't understand until later that being twisted over had tightened the ropes on Clair's wrists. Fred pulled her hips up and mounted her doggy style. He set the pace to optimize his pleasure, going faster or slower as he drew out the approach to his second orgasm. When he came, he was surprised that it was more intense than the first. He literally collapsed onto Clair's back exhausted.
"Hea Caveman," Clair said as loudly as she could with Fred laying on her back crushing the air out of her, "You need to let me breath, and my hands are turning purple, I don't think that's good."
Fred scrambled off the bed in a panic. "Oh, they are Purple," and he quickly started untying them. "Shit, I knew that was too tight, can you move your hands, do we need to go to the emergency room?"
Clair was much calmer now that she could catch a breath, "It's OK Fred, they will be fine although we need to be more careful next time. Perhaps we should find some tutorials online."
