"Hey Jim, could I talk to you in the kitchen for a sec?" asked Simon.
It was late on a Friday night and Jim, Simon, and the rest of the guys had gone out for drinks after work. Now they were hanging out at Jim's place playing games, getting high, and eating pizza like a bunch of college kids. The apartment wasn't huge, but the eight of them had room to sit around the TV comfortably.
Without looking up from his game, Jim replied "Sure, just give me a minute."
Simon waited at the entrance to the kitchen, trying to hide his anxiety. One of the other guys, Andy, got up and started to walk past him.
"Uh, just give it a second," said Simon, holding up a hand.
Andy tried to peer past him into the kitchen, but Simon moved to block him. "Alright then, can you go and get me a beer?" asked Andy.
Simon looked around a bit, then nodded. "Sure."
As he walked into the kitchen he kept his gaze squarely fixed on the refrigerator. He opened the door, pulled out one beer for Andy and another for himself, then turned around. He was again careful not to look anywhere but in front of him as he walked back towards the living room.
He handed Andy his beer and cracked open his own, nearly draining half the can in one gulp. Jim cursed from the living room as he lost his round, then passed the controller to someone else and got up. "Alright, what's up?" he asked.
"Just uh, just come with me," stammered Simon. He led Jim into the kitchen.
Tied to a chair in the middle of the floor sat Jim's girlfriend Sarah. She was naked except for a rope harness that criss-crossed her body in an intricate pattern, with knots tied in strategic places to cause discomfort whenever she moved. One of her arms was tied to the chair with the same hempen rope while the other was attached with a pair of handcuffs. Her legs were forced open with a spreader bar, exposing her crotch for anyone to see, and her ankles were secured to the chair. She was also wearing a leather blindfold and an open-mouthed gag.
Across her forehead, written in lipstick, were two simple words: "I Consent."
Simon was trying his best not to look at her. Jim cursed under his breath.
"Sorry Jim, I saw her like this and I didn't know what to do."
Jim shook his head. "I'm so sick of this shit."
"What do you mean?" asked Simon.
"So, here's the thing," began Jim. "Sarah likes to be tied up, and I mean she really likes it. She basically can't get off without it. Sometimes she wants it so bad that she'll tie herself up like this while I'm at work and just sit here helpless for hours until I get home. Which sounds hot, and granted it was the first couple times she did it, but now it's mostly annoying. If I'm at work and she doesn't reply to a text right away I'll get worried that she's tied herself up again, and maybe she messed something up and now she's choking to death while I mess with spreadsheets."
"Shit," replied Simon.
"Yeah. And you remember Andy's bachelor party?" asked Jim. "She completely forgot that I'd be gone overnight. I came home to her the next day, tied up in the living room, dehydrated, with a puddle of piss at her feet. Definitely takes the fun out of it."
"Damn," exclaimed Simon. "Yeah okay, I can see why that might get a bit upsetting."
"She also loves to do this after a fight. It's like some passive-aggressive bullshit she pulls because she knows I can't resist her when she does it. I'll come home the day after a long argument, fully prepared to tell her off, but then there she is tied up with a butt plug in her ass and 'I'm sorry' written across her tits. But she's never actually sorry, she just wants me to forgive her so she can do whatever it is again a month later."
"I see," said Simon. "She's uh, not wearing earplugs, right?"
"Nah, and honestly I don't even give a fuck anymore. I've been thinking about dumping her for ages and I think this is the last straw for me. I don't care what she hears."
Simon cursed under his breath and glanced back towards the living room. "So uh, okay, that's cool I guess. Maybe you should untie her and I'll go get a towel or something so she can get dressed?"
Jim contemplated Sarah's bound form. She was starting to make little unpleasant sounds through her gag like she was trying to say something, but with her mouth forced open she was impossible to understand.
"No, I'm going to leave her like this," said Jim. "It's the only way the bitch will learn. Maybe she'll be less likely to cheat on the next sucker she dates."
"Damn dude, that's uh... pretty cold. Won't you get in trouble? I don't think being paraded in front of your friends is what she had in mind when she did this."
"Whatever," replied Jim with a dismissive gesture. "It says 'I Consent' right on her forehead, right? I don't think I'll get in any trouble. And besides, she's done plenty of shitty things to me too."
Simon glanced around the room. "So what do we tell the other guys?"
"I don't care. Just tell them anything," said Jim.
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Simon and Jim left the kitchen. A controller freed up and Jim jumped at the chance to get back in the game, while Simon returned to his post at the kitchen entrance. Andy was still there.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"Uh, well, Jim's girlfriend is tied up naked in the kitchen."
"No shit? That sounds like something I need to see." Andy pushed past him before he had a chance to reply. "Damn, Jim's girlfriend is fucking hot."
Simon had to admit that Andy wasn't wrong; Sarah was hot. She had cute perky tits and an athletic build, and while most of her face was concealed Simon remembered her cute smile and sultry eyes. Her straight chin-length black hair matched the neatly trimmed pubic hair between her legs. Simon wanted to look away, but with Andy openly admiring her he felt like he ought to look too.