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 Bad Girls in Bondage (bd, Fdom, MFf, f solo bondage) By Thomas S.  Roche
http://skidroche.com

   PLEASE NOTE: The following story contains explicit sexuality.  By
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descriptions of sex, and that you do not reside in a country, state,
province or municipality that makes it illegal to possess or consume such
content.

   This story appears in Best Bondage Erotica, edited by Alison Tyler,
Cleis Press, 2003.

   Bad Girls in Bondage

   Thomas S.  Roche



   Merrill knew she really should have asked first before she borrowed the
ball gag.  Sneaking into your roommates' room to use their sex gear without
asking was quite inconsiderate.  But it's not like she planned the thing.
It just sort of...happened, and once things got going it was kind of hard
to stop.  And before long, Merrill didn't want to stop.

   She had discovered that Aaron and Esa were kinky shortly after she moved
in.  Esa'd made it quite clear; she didn't want Merrill to think all those
whimpers and slaps coming from their bedroom were signs of some sort of
domestic abuse.  Merrill had been sort of embarrassed; she murmured
something about that being cool and let it stand at that.  Esa assumed
she'd embarrassed her new roommate, and just mentioned that if Merrill had
any questions she should go ahead and ask them - "I'm not shy," said Esa.

   "Um...no, I don't think I really have any questions," she'd said in
response, turning several shades of red.  But in truth, Merrill really had
about a zillion questions - from who tied up whom to how Merrill could do
it herself.  She'd been fantasizing about bondage a lot ever since then; it
had occasionally been one of her favorite fantasies, but now she just
couldn't get it out of her mind.  She kept meaning to ask Esa for more
details, but never got up the nerve.  Merrill was fairly shy and it was a
little uncomfortable for her to ask about such things - especially as they
related to what Esa and Aaron actually did in bed, since Merrill had found
her roommates making more than a few guest appearances in her fantasies.



   Who did tie up whom, Merrill often wondered.  She usually heard Esa
yelping in response to slaps and swishes, but other times she heard nothing
more than muffled groans, so maybe they switched.  Merrill liked the idea
of Aaron trussed up on the bed as Esa spanked her, but she liked even more
the idea of Esa being tied spread-eagled as Aaron gave her a good spanking,
warming her caramel-colored buttocks, and then entering her from behind,
fucking Esa as she pushed her elegant ass up into the air, shoving herself
onto him.



   That image never failed to make Merrill come.



   Esa was truly gorgeous, one of those beauties that porn writers liked to
describe as "exotic" and that multiculturalists probably had some other,
more politically correct term for.  She was fourth-generation Japanese
American (what the hell was that, anyway, Quansei or something?) and
sixth-generation Italian American, her flawless skin a lustrous mix of
olive and café-au-lait, her lips full, the contour of her nose offering
just a hint of Rome.



   Esa was smart as a whip, in her third year of a Doctorate in
Linguistics, and had the kind of confidence that always caused Merrill to
melt.  Merrill recognized quite clearly that she had a hopeless crush on
her roommate, but like most of her crushes on women, that it was
essentially harmless.  But that didn't prevent Esa from showing up in
Merrill's most torrid fantasies, whether she was the one doing the spanking
of Merrill's creamy-white bum or whether she was using her slim fingers to
guide Aaron's cock between Merrill's recently-reddened buttocks.



   Nothing would come of it, of course.  Merrill would never have dreamed
of having her first tryst with a woman be with a roommate - she had seen
enough of that in the dorms to know what kind of havoc it would wreak on
the domestic situation.  But she thought about it an awful lot.



   Which is maybe how it started, that night Esa and Aaron went to an 8:00
jazz concert.



   Merrill figured they'd be out until at least midnight, so she was
looking forward to a long evening alone.  She liked to walk around the
house nude; it gave her a strange feeling of entitlement, even freedom.  It
kind of turned her on.  And since Merrill's very favorite thing to do when
she had the house to herself was to wank in the living room, she savored
that arousal as it built through the evening.



   The video wasn't really a bad thing.  When Merrill moved in, Esa told
her she could watch any of their videotapes, listen to any of their music.
Esa and Aaron being those sorts of people, their porn videos sat right out
on the living-room shelf with everything else.  Only a couple of them,
really: Bad Girls in Bondage, Spank Me!, Dangerous Lovin'.  Merrill settled
upon Bad Girls in Bondage and relaxed into the leather sofa with her
vibrator.



   The video was kind of embarrassing - not so much in subject matter, but
in production values.  Plastic surgery and bad lighting.  Purely lesbian
action, something that rather disappointed Merrill.  She hadn't seen much
porn, but she'd long ago decided that as much as she liked women, were she
to watch porn videos she would prefer the ones with really big dicks - as
big as possible, preferably.



   Merrill watched the big-haired lesbians flogging each other and saying
things like "Yeah, you love it, don't you, bitch?" It was pretty cheesy. 
Still, there was something especially hot about watching it in the living
room.  Merrill had gotten so turned on anticipating her evening alone that
she was wet before she started.  She was really close to coming before the
first spank ever landed on a meticulously liposuctioned ass.  But she
savored it.  She tried to get into the video and found before too long that
she was succeeding.  When the dominatrix brought out the ball gag and
forced it in to her victim's mouth amid squeals and whimpers, Merrill felt
a surge of arousal.  She always got turned on by the idea of being gagged.



   Which is when it hit her, so maybe she could blame it on the porn video.



   Maybe Esa and Aaron have a gag, Merrill thought.



   She knew she shouldn't go in there without asking, and she certainly
shouldn't borrow their bondage gear.  But Merrill was so turned on that she
wasn't thinking straight, and it seemed like a really good idea.  After
all, it was only 10:00, and her roommates wouldn't be home for at least two
hours.  She could borrow some stuff and have it back without them knowing.



   Feeling decidedly naughty and somewhat guilty, she tiptoed into her
roommates' bedroom and looked around.  There were leather restraints
attached to each corner of the neatly-made bed, a riding crop resting on
the pillow.  Merrill felt a surge of excitement go through her naked body,
and knew she was doomed.  She was going to do it, even though she
shouldn't.



   She found their bondage cache on the first guess.  She opened the drawer
of the nightstand and felt her breath catching in her chest as she looked
at an impressive array of ropes, shackles and gags.  Merrill could feel her
pussy throbbing as she picked through the drawer, caressing each item and
fantasizing about Aaron using it on Esa - or using it on her.



   She selected a pair of matte black handcuffs, making sure to take the
key.  She couldn't resist taking the ball gag, too - it seemed a little big
for her, but the idea of being gagged was such a turn-on for her that she
couldn't resist.



   Then she spotted the collar.  It was a simple one, plain black leather,
thick, clearly intended to be a dog collar.  It buckled and had a heavy
D-ring that you could attach a leash to.



   Wow, thought Merrill.  I wonder who wears that.



   Before she knew it, she'd slipped the collar around her throat and
buckled it.  She felt an intense warming inside her as she ran her
fingertips over it, feeling the place where the rough leather touched her
smooth neck.  The collar gave an added edge of submission to Merrill's
fantasy, and she could feel herself getting still wetter, her nipples
hardening as she took the handcuffs, key, and ball gag into the living
room.



   Relaxing into the couch as Bad Girls in Bondage continued playing on the
screen, she opened her mouth and inserted the ball gag.  It certainly was
very big, a little hard for Merrill to get her lips around.  It strapped
around her head and she buckled it, overwhelmed with arousal as she tried
to make a noise and got only a strangled yap.  She was helpless.  Helpless.



   She put her wrists behind her back and ratcheted the handcuffs closed.
Moaning into the ball gag, Merrill squirmed on the couch, fantasizing that
she was in the video (only without the big hair and bad lighting).  Maybe
Esa and Aaron were the stars.  Merrill was handcuffed, and her two
roommates were working her over.  She was on her knees with her head in
Esa's lap, smelling her roommate's pussy.  Aaron was behind them, spanking
Merrill.  Then, when the moment came, Aaron forced Merrill's legs open and
entered her from behind, fucking her as Esa cradled Merrill's face and
pushed her head back to kiss her ballgagged mouth.



   Merrill pushed her thighs together tightly, wishing she could reach her
vibrator and get it between her legs.  She forced her thighs together
rhythmically, feeling her pleasure mount, amazed that it almost felt like
she could come just from doing that.  She was very, very close.



   Which is when she heard the footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.



   She looked at the clock.  10:45.



   No.  They couldn't be home early.  They just couldn't.



   Merrill had tossed the key casually on the sofa next to her.  She
squirmed over and grabbed it, fitted the key into the lock of the
handcuffs. She had to get everything back into the nightstand before her
roommates made it up the stairs.



   She turned the key.



   Nothing happened.



   Merrill started to panic.  The key didn't even fit right; it was much
too loose in the lock.  She'd gotten the wrong key.



   Forgetting about the porn video, Merrill leapt up from the couch and
ran, still ballgagged, collared and handcuffed, into the bedroom.  She
pushed up against the nightstand and worked the drawer open with her cuffed
hands.  She reached in and began to fish around, but couldn't find any
keys.



   She went to turn around so she could look through the drawer - maybe she
could move stuff around with her nose or something, find the key, then turn
around and get it with her hand.



   But she lost her balance as she turned.  She went down, ass in the air,
onto the bed.



   Oh, fuck, she thought as she heard the key in the lock.



   Esa and Aaron were talking jovially about the concert, about how great
it was that even though the opening act had cancelled the headliner had
played a few extra minutes.  And it was so nice to be home early.



   "Hey, is Merrill home?" she heard Aaron asking.



   "Looks like she's been watching our porn, that naughty girl," said Esa
playfully.  "This is one of my favorites."



   Merrill heard the familiar drop of keys, opening of closet doors that
signified a couple coming home.  She laid there, helpless, on her belly,
cuffed and nude.  This was going to be really, really embarrassing.



   She looked up from the bed to see Esa standing there, dressed divinely
in a short leather skirt, black stockings, high heels and a black top.



   "My, my," she said.  "You are a naughty girl.  Merrill, I had no idea."



   Merrill tried to make a noise, but the ball gag had effectively silenced
her.  She looked at Esa with pleading eyes, hoping her roommate would just
find the handcuff key and not embarrass her too much.



   Instead, she called to her boyfriend.  "Aaron," she said.  "Come look at
this!  It looks like Merrill wants to play."



   Aaron appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide.  A smile broke across his
face as Esa sauntered toward the bed, her hips swaying.  Her smile was
sexy, evil and gorgeous.  Merrill felt heat pulsing through her cunt as Esa
sat down on the bed next to her and ran her hand up the back of Merrill's
naked thigh.  Esa's hand grasped Merrill's medium-length blonde hair and
tugged, giving her the sense of Esa's authority, and her own helplessness.



   "Is that true, Merrill?" she cooed.  "Do you want to play?"



   Merrill instinctively tried to shake her head, but found herself all but
paralyzed.  The pull of Esa's strong hand in her hair had absolutely melted
her.  The embarrassment didn't help, and it occurred to Merrill that what
was happening, ultimately, wasn't embarrassing at all.  Not as much as what
could have been happening.



   So she nodded, her eyes wide, looking up helplessly at her roommate.



   Esa's hand slipped between Merrill's thighs and Merrill squirmed as she
felt those slender, elegant fingers stroking between her swollen pussy
lips. Pleasure flooded through Merrill's naked body as she felt Esa tugging
firmly on her hair.



   "My, my," said Esa.  "She definitely wants to play.  She can hardly
wait. She's dripping.  Come feel this, Aaron."



   Merrill shut her eyes tight as Aaron pressed his fingers between her
legs, feeling how wet she was.  He uttered a noise of approval and slid two
fingers easily into her.  Merrill almost came.  She felt herself pushing
back against Aaron, coaxing his fingers deeper into her.  Esa reached under
and started playing with Merrill's clit.  The whole room began to spin, and
Merrill whimpered helplessly behind the gag.  She could smell the mingled
scents of Esa's body oil and her sweat, and deep underneath the faintest
hint of sex.  Esa stood up while Aaron explored Merrill more deeply with
his fingers.  Esa unzipped her skirt, let it fall, stepped out of it.



   She wasn't wearing any underwear.  There was only a black lace garter
belt hitched to the lace tops of her stockings.  Merrill couldn't believe
how gorgeous she looked, her long, slender legs framed by black lace.



   "Let's give this naughty girl a spanking," said Esa.  She climbed onto
the bed and Aaron helped her position Merrill's body so that her face was
in Esa's lap.  Now she could smell sex, right against her face, the
close-trimmed brush of Esa's pubic hair teasing her lips where they parted
wide around the ball gag.  The scent turned Merrill on even more, and as
Aaron positioned her legs wide apart, she spread them still further.  She
could feel her nipples, hard and sensitive, rubbing against the bedspread.



   Aaron knelt on the edge of the bed and stroked Merrill's pussy some
more, coaxing more juices out of her.  Then he lifted his hand and brought
it down on Merrill's rounded ass.  The sting flowed through her, exciting
her more.  He spanked her rhythmically, softly at first, then more firmly
as she began to wriggle and push her ass back toward him, begging for it.
Meanwhile, Esa looked into Merrill's upturned face, her dark eyes seducing
her, a faint smile on Esa's full, kissable lips.  The scent of Esa's pussy
grew stronger; Merrill knew that her roommate was getting wet.



   Aaron continued spanking her.  Every ten blows or so, he would pause and
ease his fingers into Merrill, making her surge with pleasure.  Then he
would return to the spanking, and the alternation of pleasure and pain
brought Merrill almost to the edge of rapturous tears.



   When her pale, round ass was so red and hot she couldn't stand it any
more, she looked up into Esa's eyes.  Esa smiled.



   "She's been such a good girl," Esa cooed.  "She deserves some sort of
reward, doesn't she?"



   "Without a doubt," said Aaron.



   "From the way she's squirming, I think she needs to get fucked.  Is that
right, Merrill?  Do you need to get fucked?"



   Merrill felt herself nodding, without the slightest hesitation.



   "Do you want Aaron to fuck you?"



   She nodded.



   She shut her eyes tight as Aaron took his clothes off.  "Open your
eyes," said Esa.  "I want to look into your eyes as he enters you."



   Merrill obeyed, looking up helplessly into her roommate's eyes.  She
felt the weight of Aaron mounting the bed.  He reached under her hips to
lift her up onto her knees, so her ass was upturned and her spread legs
exposed her waiting pussy.  Merrill felt the head of his cock teasing its
way between her lips.



   Her eyes went wide, held firmly by Esa's, as Aaron entered her.  She
came almost immediately, his quick thrusts bringing her over the edge so
that she bit down onto the ball gag and almost dislodged it.  Her whole
naked body shook as she came, and Aaron fucked her faster.



   "Such a pretty mouth," said Esa, reaching for the buckle of the gag. 
"It's a shame to gag it."



   Esa unbuckled the gag and before Merrill knew what she was doing, she'd
buried her face between Esa's spread thighs and was hungrily eating her
pussy.  The taste was sharp, inviting, exciting Merrill still more.  Esa
moaned loudly as Merrill licked from her pussy to her clit and back again,
then settled on Esa's clit and began to tongue it rhythmically.  Aaron
fucked Merrill faster and as the taste of Esa's cunt stimulated her still
more, she realized she was going to come again.  Esa was faster, though,
and as Merrill focused on Esa's clit she grasped Merrill's hair and pulled
her face tighter between her thighs, begging: "Don't stop....don't stop!"



   Esa came just before Merrill did, and her cries were lost in the twist
and shudder of Merrill's naked body as Aaron pounded into her.  Aaron's
climax followed only a moment later, and Merrill pushed back hard onto him,
milking his cock as she felt it fill her.  Esa ran her fingers through
Merrill's hair, smiling down at her.



   Moments later, Merrill heard Aaron fishing his keys out of his jeans and
felt him unlocking the handcuffs.  Her hands came away and Esa began to
massage her tingling wrists, getting circulation back into them.



   "Such a naughty girl," said Esa.  "Such a bad girl, planning this whole
thing and springing it on her unsuspecting roommates.  Aren't you a bad
girl, Merrill?"



   Merrill sighed.  All things considered, it would be too much work to
explain the whole thing - and what would be the point?



   So: "Yes," she said.  "I'm a very, very bad girl."



   "Just the way we like you," said Esa, and Aaron hastened to agree.







   END