It was a Friday late in spring as I was heading back from campus. I lived in a student house where you rented a room and where the kitchen, dining room and living room were communal areas. Most of my fellow housemates had already gone home for the weekend, since they were some of the lucky few that did not have classes on a Friday and their parents also lived not too far away.
I was unfortunately not so lucky and neither was my neighbour Charlotte. Both of us had more strenuous fields of study than the rest of the inhabitants and as a result we both always had Friday classes. Hers however were usually only in the morning, but my timetable was far more depressing, since my Fridays were always full of classes from morning till night.
Even though my parents only lived about an hour's drive away, this resulted in me staying at the student house over weekends unless it was a long weekend. Charlotte had it far worse in that case. Her parents lived so far away that she could only go visit them over our winter and summer holidays which were longer. This resulted in us spending most weekends hanging out with each other and, although we had only been living in the same house for the past few months, we had grown quite comfortable with each other.
Due to most of my days being filled with classes, especially near lunch time, I mainly ate lunch on campus rather than waste time and fuel going home and battling traffic just for a quick snack before heading back. But this day was different. The saddest part of my Fridays that year was that I ended it with two double periods. The first double was physics and the second algebra, I know, boring as hell. Fortunately for me, both those lecturers were away for a conference at that point in time, which it seemed had slipped their minds to tell us rather than just leaving notes on their doors, and I chose to take that opportunity to go home and make a decent meal for lunch for a change. Little did I know what a surprise was waiting for me at home.
My room was near the back of the house, but my parking spot was in the front of the house due to there being a lower chance of my car sinking into the harder soil at the front of the yard. As a result of this I always enter the house through the front door. I had already entered the house and locked the door behind me when I heard it the first time. There was a soft moaning sound in the air. The moment I heard it, it took me a few seconds to process just what I had heard. Then I heard it again and realized that it was coming from the back of the house.
As I headed back I started making out a faint buzzing noise amongst the moans. I had already had a fairly clear idea of what was going on by this point in time, but I only found out the full truth after I had entered the hallway which led to both my room and Charlotte's. Her door was wide open and the sound was clearly coming from there. I was curious and decided to go and take a look. My conclusion was that she was masturbating and that the worst that could happen would be that she would see me, get very embarrassed (which is a turn-on for me, so that would still be a win) and maybe not talk to me for a while.
Charlotte was very hot by my definition and naturally even a quick glimpse of her masturbating would be worth the effort. She had short red hair which she said was far easier to manage than when she was younger and had to wear them long. She was a good athlete and trained often. This meant that her legs were well defined and wonderful to look at. A fact that she gladly emphasized by wearing shorts or short skits as often as possible. She also had a lovely round ass, which was another aspect of her body that she would gladly flaunt. She did not have very large breasts, but they were still a fair hand full as my father would say. Her face was what you would define as cute, with large bright green eyes which seemed to sparkle when she was up to no good, which she often was.
The sight that I saw when I entered her room though was even better than I could ever have hoped for. She was lying naked on her bed with a vibrator tied to her pussy. Her feet were tied to the two bottom posts of her double bed, spreading them wide. Her hands were chained to the two upper posts and locked in place with padlocks, something she had obviously needed to stretch very far to achieve as her body still seemed to be stretched to nearly it's limit. She had a thick blindfold on and a large black ball gag was tied into her mouth, both of which seemed to also be holding a pair of headphones and their corresponding cables in place. It was from these headphones that most of the moans were emanating, obviously they were turned to their highest volume.
After a quick glance around the room I noticed firstly the video camera which was filming the whole scenario, but also two keys. The first was on her bedside cabinet on her left hand side, which she would never be able to reach with her hands bound, and the other dangling a distance above her right hand. It was connected to a small plastic bag with ice it which was slowly dripping away into a bowl on the floor.
I had read of this kind of mechanism for releasing yourself if you were to do some self-bondage, which Charlotte seemed to be a fan of on the basis of the amount of wetness present on the vibrator and her neatly shaven pussy. What Charlotte did not know, was that I was very much into bondage. I had tried self-bondage when I was younger, but quickly realized that I only stayed turned on while I was still tying myself. Once I was done and waiting to get free, the fun faded extremely quickly.
Charlotte was oblivious to my intrusion, not being able to either hear or see me, and seemed to be doing whatever she could to get off to the vibrator. On closer inspection I saw that the vibrator was set to its lowest setting and concluded that its purpose was not to drive her to orgasm, but just to keep her temptingly close to the edge.
The porn which was playing on her laptop and which she was listening to, seemed to be part of a playlist of videos of bound damsels being forced to orgasm over and over again. I just watched the show along with the videos with approval as a plan began to take root in my head.
I quickly removed the key which was attached to the plastic bag, effectively making it impossible for her to escape, although it would still be a while before she realized this. After that I took the video camera in order to copy the video to my laptop and various other disks and external storage devices. It would come in handy as a future component of my plot.
After making a few copies of the video I returned to Charlotte's room with my laptop. I had a bit of typing to do, but did not what to miss the show. Would she even realize that she was tied down for too long or not? As I was typing away I glanced up to the videos playing on her laptop every now and then and realized that bondage was not her only turn-on. Many of the videos also included topics such as embarrassed naked females, public masturbation and orgasm denial.
After a while I had finished with my masterpiece: a contract for basically making Charlotte do anything I would want her to. The principal was simple: whenever I say the sentence "I order you to..." she was to perform the command given to her, or suffer whatever consequence I felt necessary. She was to dress however I wanted her to if I told her to, strip on command, anywhere, any time, submit to being tied how, when and in whatever position or condition I chose and various other fun little conditions.
The trick would be getting her to sign it, but she had placed herself in a position where she was at my full mercy. I went back to my room and printed out the contract before returning to her room. It was time that Charlotte knew she had been caught.
The first thing I did was to pause the porn playing on her laptop. The change in her demeanour was instant and a serious turn-on. One moment she was still happily humping away at the vibrator and then she was lying dead still, clearly worried and seeming to listen extremely intently. I walked over to her and pinched one of her already erect nipples. The shock of the occurrence quickly turned her worry into full blown terror. She was straining at her bonds to reach up, in the futile hope to get hold of the missing key. While she was panicking I decided to make absolutely sure she could not escape by removing the remaining key from her bedside cabinet.
Under normal circumstances I am what many would define as a nice guy and there have been many parents that have told me that they wished their daughters would fall for me, but I also have a sadistic side. This is why, when I saw the bag of clothespins in Charlotte's closet, I just couldn't resist. I quickly grabbed two and headed back to her. By now she had realized that her efforts were in vein and was again trying to determine where exactly and probably who exactly I was.
