Dubcon and reluctance begins two-thirds of the way into the story
*****
Everything was in place. The camera was angled down at the bed, and I was restrained by a set of soft wrist and ankle cuffs. Of course, I felt like I simply
had
to put a ballgag in my mouth. With my hands directly behind me and my feet restrained to the corners of the foot of the bed, my body made an inverted "Y" shape for the camera. I had the key to my cuffs in one hand, and a remote for the camera in the other.
I took a few pictures, writhing this way and that. I didn't need to act. This was the first time that I had photographed myself in restraints, and the thought of being so vulnerable and helpless if anyone were to find me like that scratched the part of my brain that had been itching so much lately. I didn't understand why, not completely, but I didn't care. I just wanted to capture my image while I was young and hot, and if I got a little kinky with it, so what? I'd only ever share these pictures with people that I really trusted.
Finished, I maneuvered the key in my hand to the lock on my wrist cuff. Then the worst possible thing that could have happened, happened. I dropped it. A muffled scream was cut short when I saw that the key was on the edge of the mattress. If I could just reach it...
In my attempt to pick up the key, my fingers brushed it just enough that it fell off the bed. I screamed into my ballgag and cursed my stupidity for not being more careful. A knock at the door scared me, although it was somewhat comforting at the same time. I wasn't sure what to feel, but I can say for sure that I was conflicted.
"Kelly? Are you ok in there?" my roommate Adam asked.
"Go away!" I tried to yell, but with the gag in my mouth, I probably sounded distressed. I don't know why I wanted him to leave, because I needed him to get the key for me. At the same time, I didn't want him to see me restrained and so easily fuckable, if he so desired, which, let's face it, he probably desired me already. Most guys did.
"Kelly? Are you in trouble? I'm coming in!"
I heard Adam try the handle, but the door was locked. I panicked. Quite a bit, actually. A few moments later, he had picked the lock.
Oh, fuck!
As soon as he saw me, I struggled against my restraints. There I was: bound to my bed, nude, spread-eagled, and squirming about in what was probably a very enticing manner. I was his for the taking.
Sure, he was attractive in a "I don't give a fuck," confident kind of way, but we were roommates and nothing more. It would be foolish to pursue a relationship because we would be stuck with each other if things didn't work out. To sum things up, I would've fucked him if we weren't roommates.
We stared at each other in silence for maybe 15 seconds. I'm fairly sure that I held my breath the entire time, extremely anxious about how events were going to unfold.
"Errr, I'll just be on my way. I thought you were in trouble..." he said and turned to leave.
I mumble-screamed into my ballgag. He looked back at me and saw the panic in my eyes. Hesitantly, he took a step forward, briefly glancing at my camera setup.
"Do you, uhhh, want to tell me something?" he asked.
I nodded my head vigorously. Adam stepped forward slowly, as if he were trying to get close to a wild animal without spooking it. My breathing intensified as he got closer to me; my breasts heaved up and down. I was dripping sweat.
His eyes dart all over my body quickly and respectfully. Thankfully, his gaze didn't linger to the point of awkwardness.
When he got close enough to me to remove the gag, I turned my head to the side so he could see the clasp. I nearly shed a tear when he removed it, but I composed myself because he still needed to unlock the cuffs.
"Thank you so much! Can you please get a key for me? I dropped it. Can you reach between the mattress and the wall to get it?"
Adam inspected the gap between the bed and the wall and found that it was nearly nonexistent. "I'm just going to move the bed..." Adam began.
"It's really heavy. The frame alone takes two people..."
Adam shrugged, then unsuccessfully tried to move the bed. Scratching his head, I was sure that he knew what he had to do, but he didn't know how to tell me.
"Just get on the bed with me," I said. "It's ok. I really need the key. It should be more or less directly behind my head."
He hesitated for a moment, gulping. Crawling onto the bed, he leaned over my head to reach down behind the mattress to find the key. His chest was pressed up against my face, making it difficult for me to breathe. I mumbled into his chest until he got off of me.
"I can't breathe..."
Adam looked me up and down, then at the area where the key had fallen. Then he surveyed my body once more, perhaps a bit longer than necessary.
"Are you just sightseeing, or...?" I asked.
He coughed nervously into his hand. "It's... Well... I'm going to have to crawl over you, so..."
"Yeah, I understand. Can you please just get on with it?"
In moving into position, Adam momentarily had both of his legs between mine, and both of his forearms resting on the mattress on either side of my breasts. He smiled bashfully at me momentarily; I did the same. Swinging his left leg over mine, he tried to reach for the key with his left hand while his right remained on the bed next to my boob. He needed to get his fingers closer to the floor, which meant that his body became closer to mine as a result.
He was now laying on top of me; my tits were crushed into his chest. I was surprised to find myself getting hot and bothered at the contact, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted to with me, and that he apparently wanted to, given the hardness that I felt against my thigh. Yet, he was acting like he was going to just let me go.
Adam could have ridden me for as long and as hard as he wanted, and I would have been powerless to stop him. The idea that he wanted me, that he could have me, and yet he wasn't going to simply because he respected me as a human being instead of a warm hole to fuck? I shivered at the thought.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Yeah. Please just get the key."
"I'm working on it..."
His upper leg shifted to lay against my bald pussy. My clit swelled; needing to soothe it, I twisted my hips a little to get some much-needed stimulation.
I noticed that his hand on the mattress had moved to my ribs just below my breast. He was grunting in his attempt to reach the key. I wasn't sure if he even realized that he was touching me, but to be honest I didn't care. His touch felt nice, and besides, he could do whatever he needed to in order to get the extra leverage and reach that he needed so he could get the key and free me.
"I got it!" he exclaimed. He turned to face me, smiling; I did the same. Our lips were nearly touching. After a few moments, he proudly showed me the key. "So, did you want me to put this back in your hand? I could hold onto it and help you take pictures. If you want."
My clit throbbed at the idea; I resisted the urge to rub my thighs together, knowing it was impossible at the moment anyway.
"Just unlock me, please."
Adam surprised me by doing just that. Without hesitation. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then he handed me the key and turned to leave. I looked at him curiously.
"Are you gay or something?"
He stopped in his tracks, then hung his head and sighed. Turning around, he gestured to his erection. "Does it look like I'm gay?"
"Then why didn't you... try anything?"
"I dunno... Because I'm not a psycho, I guess."
"Oh. Well. Thanks."
"Believe me, I would love to."
I chuckled weakly. "That's not a good idea..."
He had made his way to the door, then stopped again. "You know, I really wouldn't mind helping you take pictures in the future. That is, if you wanted the help."
"You've already helped me enough, Adam, thank you."
After he left, I sat up on the edge of my bed and sighed in relief that he didn't take advantage of me. Then, I felt really uncomfortable when I glanced at my open nightstand drawer. Inside was everything I didn't want a guy to see: vibrator, sanitary pads, birth control... He had seen far too much of me, as well as things that I would rather have kept hidden. I wasn't looking forward to hashing out what happened with Adam, but I knew that I was going to have to.
*****
Later, I summoned the courage to face Adam, this time clothed a bit more than necessary, trying to hide my figure as much as possible. I was so ashamed. I wanted to move out, but I didn't have anyone that I could move in with. I had to find out how he felt about things to see if we could continue living together...
"So, uhhh, I know that was kinda awkward earlier," I said.
He shrugged. "Everybody's got their thing. I don't judge." He was doing schoolwork on his laptop; he hadn't looked up to respond.
"Do you think we can still be friends?" I asked anxiously.
"Yeah, why not?"
Why not?
Why not?
What the fuck did he mean, "Why not?"
Frustrated, I messaged my sister Megan and asked if I could visit to talk to her about something important. She readily agreed.
*****
"He just let you go?" my sister asked, astonished.
"Yeah."
"And he didn't make you promise to do anything for him?"
"Nope."
"Is he gay?"
"No. I asked. He sported an impressive bulge in his shorts."
"How impressive?"
"
Very.
"
Megan blushed and fanned her face. "And you were just laying there with your legs spread, basically asking for it?"
"Yeah, well, I wasn't
asking
for it, but yeah, basically."
"Wow."
"So, what do I do?"
"What do you mean? If you don't want to have sex with him, then you should count your blessings that he's a nice guy. Wait... are you
sure
he didn't even
ask
you to do anything for him?"
