I had been waiting for this weekend rather eagerly. My dorm-mate, a sweet but more conservative woman by the name of Jane, was going to see her family. My eagerness wasn't because I loathed her, quite the opposite actually. We disagreed on some socio-political matters, sure, but generally enjoyed each other's company. There were just things I wanted to do that I really couldn't around her for the risk of getting walked in on accidentally. Hopefully my happiness when she told me wasn't too obvious...
The whole week I'd been planning. It has been a while since I had gotten a chance to do it, but I badly wanted to be restrained for a while. Under my bed was a larger lockbox that held my gear. Jane never asked about it or expressed curiosity thankfully. I had cuffs, ropes, tape, gags, blindfolds... everything a rope bunny could want. It had a couple different vibrators and dildos of course. That and a couple sets of clamps, one of which I was too scared to try out.
As to the plan itself? Frozen keys, cuffs, and rope. Our ice tray could easily hold my keys, so I'd be freezing them Friday evening. When I set myself up Saturday, the ice cubes would be in a bowl nearby. Once they melted I could squirm over to the keys and get loose, but until they did I would be well and properly stuck. My legs would be tied together, the knots on the front side of them to make it harder getting loose while cuffed. I was still debating a gag or blindfold but would decide that Saturday based on my mood.
Friday evening arrived. It couldn't have come fast enough for me, but I made sure to be courteous still. I wished Jane farewell and hugged her at the door. We had chatted some about our plans so she thought I'd be mostly just studying. "Do try to have SOME fun this weekend, Savannah" She joked, grinning. "Good to get out and see family or friends, can't always be holed up in the dorm working on assignments or on the computer gaming" If only she knew.
As she turned I found myself quietly comparing her figure to mine. She was a slim blond with hair stopping halfway down her back. Her outfits were well covering but nice, a long sleeve shirt and pants being her choice today. I wasn't quite as thin, but still on the smaller side even if more padded. I kept my curly brown hair shorter, barely making it down to my shoulders. I tended to wear shorts and tank tops, something that I knew took getting used to for Jane. We really were quite different, both in personality and appearance. Still, she was sweet enough. Were she bi I may have made gentle motions to try a few things with me. As it stood, I didn't tell her about my preference for women.
Within a minute of the door shutting I grabbed the lockbox and set it on my desk. A quick dig through my purse and I had keys in hand to open it. Slowly, I started pulling out my supplies. As my hand ran over my cuffs I shuddered slightly, the image of my planned setup in mind. I picked the small pair of keys for them and unlocked them. A quick trip to the fridge saw them set in an ice tray, propped to help them be properly encased. After that, it was plugging my favorite vibrating wand in to charge. Both would be ready in several hours. The plan was to sleep in the interim... after I played a bit.
Inside the box was a set of black faux leather cuffs with belt hooks. Not as helpless feeling, but still pleasant restraint. There was a pair for my wrists and another for my ankles, connected by a chain that likewise was easy disconnecting if I needed to. I put those down on my bed before grabbing a ball gag from the box. It was a nice large one, not quite enough to make my jaw hurt but enough to fill it. Onto the bed it went also. Then I went through my purse, pulling out a bullet vibe I kept in there. The fact that I had one in my purse at all times made me blush occasionally thinking about it. I had used it before in restrooms on campus, the exhibitionist nature of it a turn on. All it needed was a brief cleaning in the sink and I was ready.
I stripped down, tossing my clothes into a basket at the end of my bed for them. My hands ran over the tips of my rounded breasts, the nipples perked from the movement of cloth a moment ago. Gently, I massaged them as I sat down on the bed. A small moan was stifled as I bit my lip. Attention then shifted to my toys. The gag was first, the familiar feeling of it making me want to immediately touch my slit. With some reluctance, my hands went to the leather cuffs. I slid them around my ankles, pulling them both tight and buckling them into place. A light kick confirmed my reduced movement. After that, my wrists. The chain was long enough that I could easily take them on or off, short enough that they reduced my range of motion.
For a few minutes I relaxed, pulling at the restraints and testing them. I could feel myself entering a certain state of mind, a blend of want and adrenaline at the helplessness that came with restraint. My hand found the vibrator and I carefully positioned it and turned it on. A teasing trace around inner thighs. And finally against my clit. I moaned loudly into the gag, the noise startling me. I instinctively glanced towards Jane's room. Slowly I relaxed, telling myself mentally "You're safe, Savannah... just enjoy this..."
Another moan, a few different scenarios running through my head. One of being handled by a mistress, teased and riled up as I writhed. The thought made me pull some at the cuffs, flexing ankles and wrists even as I reveled in the stimulation. Guiltily, the thought of getting caught by Jane only for her to take the scene all the further crossed my mind. It made me blush but left me panting at the image of her. Reluctantly I moved the thought elsewhere, my mind turning instead to my closest friend.
I met Mary in highschool. Her build was similar to mine, though she was taller than me. Like me she wore her hair curly, but more shaggy and loose in a way that framed her face beautifully. The two of us shared several interests, gaming one of them. We had become close quickly over the course of a year and remained steadfast friends since. That friendship was just a bit more than games and gossip though: we both liked girls and had similar kink interests. We had talked in private about our fantasies and kinks several times, shared smut back and forth. I had thought about asking her out but was never quite brave enough. She in turn had never asked me. We still hung out regularly, having been accepted to the same college. Her for medicine, myself for computer science. With a bit less guilt than before, I started imagining her being here. Being the one to do all this to me, to-
"Mmpfgh? Ffgggh!" The vibrator died, leaving me whimpering and pulling against my cuffs in frustration. The battery must have died. It felt so much better than just my hand... but I wasn't about to lose the progress made. The bullet vibe landed on the side of the bed and my hand picked up where it left off. Within a minute, I was back to the buzzed and slightly desperate state I was in before. The thought of Mary actually doing a session with me, feeling me, touching me, teasing me...
"Mgh...yhs, yhs, fgh, MrRY-!" My whole body arched, pulling against the restraints hard as orgasm rode through me. It took a lot to control my volume (the dorm shared walls with other people after all), but hopefully I had kept it quiet enough. I collapsed into a gasping mess on the bed, body trembling. Slowly I came down from it, the blankness of the mind allowing a trickle of proper thought to enter again. My hand fumbled at the belt loops of the cuffs. They unlocked easily enough, letting me stretch out properly.
Dazed but content, I got up and went to shower. The ball gag stayed in while I cleaned. It just felt so good having it there. Washing my intimate bits drew soft sounds of pleasure from me, especially my clit as it was still sensitive. If I didn't have plans for the morning I may well have started feeling myself again in the shower. In my head I could almost hear Mary quietly smirking and telling me "Come now, Savannah... you can't ruin your plans tomorrow~". Quiet moans met that image mentally. God, I wanted her... maybe I'd be brave enough to ask her soon. My attention turned to finishing up cleaning. Once I decided I was tidied enough the gag finally came out. My jaw felt somewhat sore, but it was manageable.
With a towel wrapped around me for warmth, I brushed my teeth and went back to my room. Apart from panties I didn't feel a need to wear much to bed. The soft afterglow I felt encouraged me to slip under my blanket quickly. Before I settled though, I heard my bullet vibrator roll off the bed and hit the floor. With a groan, I got up and washed it. A fresh battery got it working again and it returned to my purse. I then checked the wand I had plugged in: ready for the morning. With a tired smile, I unplugged it and quickly slipped back into bed. It didn't take long before I was asleep.
Saturday. I woke up late but quickly. There wasn't a need to get dressed, the panties I'd be losing in a bit anyways. A quick zap in the microwave and I had biscuits and sausage heated up. Digging through the fridge, I poured some juice for myself and stood at the counter eating. I tried not to eat too fast (a stomach ache ruining my plans would be miserable) but wanted badly to get started setting up. At one point I slightly bit my tongue, cussing quietly. But, it was ultimately a good meal and would keep me full for a while.
