Sophie found herself in a now familiar position. Curled up in Michelle's bed, dressed in her pyjamas. Wonderfully soft cotton ropes bound her wrists snugly together, and a silky scarf was wrapped around her eyes, making the whole world dark. She was used to this sort of treatment. What made tonight new and exciting were the sounds of more than one set of feet crossing the hardwood floor, the whispered conversation, the weight of the bed shifting as multiple partners nestled in next to her. The flirtatious statement.
"Michelle was right, Sophie. You look really cute when you're all trussed up." Teasing words spoken while delightfully gentle hands set about petting her hair.
It was an idea that had first come up when she was in a similar state, bound up, but curled in Michelle's arms. Her frisky playmate had quickly become something more like a girlfriend. They hadn't made anything official yet, but the pair found themselves spending more and more time together, both in play, and in their personal lives. They'd discovered that they actually had a lot in common and really enjoyed one another's company.
They'd also realized, in short order, that they were both Switches, enjoying both teasing and being teased. It had taken some time for that aspect of their relationship to settle, but after a bit of experimentation it had. Michelle was her lover, friend and mistress; although she rarely made Sophie refer to her in such formal ways, nor did she mind Sophie's occasional 'rebellion', where she took charge and 'got payback', tying Michelle up and making her beautiful mistress her plaything.
Michelle did, however, delight in a sort of gentle public humiliation of her submissive pet. Nothing cruel, of course. Whatever Michelle was, she was never cruel with Sophie. It started off very simple. Wearing a choker in public, 'like a collar'. From there, it became spending much of her free time with Michelle, and from there, it became a matter of 'serving'. Michelle loved to tease her on that front in private, but in public, it wasn't bad at all. Carrying her things, holding doors for her, pulling seats out. The furthest it had gone was when she was made to give Michelle a massage. Humbling acts of submission, but none that would seriously harm her reputation. As far as anybody else knew, Michelle Wilson and Sophie Green were romantically involved, and Sophie was a very pleasant partner to have.
Then one evening, Michelle proposed her wonderful, exciting, scary idea to her trussed-up lover.
"Soph." She said in the surprisingly shy, but devilishly curious, tone she always used when suggesting a new idea she was uncertain about "Would you like it if I shared you with my friends some time?"
In that moment, Sophie wished Michelle had blindfolded her as her eyes went quite wide, and her cheeks went very pink.
"I-if... W-what? Share me?" she stammered.
"Only if you want to!" Michelle quickly added, sounding slightly nervous. She was always so cautious, and easily panicked, if she was suggesting something she was excited but uncertain about. It was quite endearing, really. She was an affectionate mistress, always careful to ensure Sophie liked her ideas.
"No, it's not that." Sophie said thoughtfully "I just.... You mean like when we play, right?"
"Yeah." Michelle affirmed "I thought it might be fun to involve some cute friends, is all."
"You wouldn't feel jealous?" Sophie asked "I don't want to do anything that would hurt your feelings."
"Nah." Michelle said playfully "I'm going to be there, of course. In charge of everything. Guiding my friends as they torture you...."
She let her sentence trail off. Torture. A scary word, but Sophie had very quickly learned that to Michelle 'torture' just meant pleasure delivered in a slow, teasing fashion. She couldn't imagine the beautiful cheerleader causing her even a bit of pain. It had become almost immediately apparent that Michelle wanted Sophie to find nothing but pleasure and happiness during her adventures in submission. Even when it came to making her feel afraid, humiliated or nervous; Michelle was incredibly talented at working things so perfectly that those emotions were strictly controlled, creeping through Sophie's mind to enhance her pleasure.
"They won't hurt me, will they?" Sophie asked quietly, expressing her second real concern in the proposal "They... Wouldn't even want to, right?"
"Of course not, silly." Michelle cooed, kissing her nose. "The cheer team loves you guys. Seriously, I'm not the only cheerleader who likes ogling you track ladies. Is it like, a rule, that you need a great ass to do track in college?"
Sophie blushed at this remark.
"Nobody I want to bring in to our play would ever dream of hurting you, Soph. I promise. I just know some friends of mine would love to join in our little games, once and a while, and I don't mind sharing such a delightful pet with my dear friends."
