The Wrong Crush · Part 2 (2/2)
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“What’s a coincidence?” May asked quizzically.
The blond shook her head. “Oh, nothing. I just know someone whose favorite food is pineapple.”
May was very confused, but also quite aroused as the bright green gag approached her lips once more. She felt leather pressing the corners of her mouth. The silicone sank past her teeth with a pop and a moan. The leather strap wrapped around her head, flattening her short dark hair down. A last tug and the sound of a buckle coming home, causing another soft sigh, only muffled now.
Cleo curled into view in front of May’s face. “Oh, that looks like it found its forever home,” she said, lifting May’s jaw to one side and then the other. “Now what do you say to us, adding two more items before I hogtie you?”
Unladylike noises now oozed out of May’s mouth. Hogtied? And what else could her head need? Oh, definitely has to be a blindfold, one voice in her mind pointed out. Oh, please yes! “Yhsh, phwsh. Wuhevah ough whnt Mphtresh Keylough!”
“Great! I knew you were a pro!” Cleo bounced over to the duffle and came back with a blindfold, unsurprising, and another piece of cloth that she sat aside long enough to take May’s glasses off, making the bound woman’s world blur in fuzzy vision.
“Wht’sh haght?” her mind already sure it was a pair of panties. A lacy black pair, no less. Far more frilly and girly than May would have conjectured. Not that she had thought about what panties Cleo wore or anything so crass.
“Oh, don’t worry, just a very intimate gift for you from someone who really likes you.”
“Mhmmph,” May couldn’t believe it. Cleo had just admitted she had feelings for her. It was a weird third person way to do it, but darn it, she would take it.
The blindfold slowly slid down over her forehead. The anticipation was something else. Every part of her seemed to buzz. She watched with blurry vision, taking every last second of Cleo’s face in. It was surprisingly calm for someone who had just admitted their feelings. Cleo is that cool, she supposed. Then darkness came. It was wonderful, exciting.
Before she could fully enjoy it, something else began pulling down over her head. Oh, god, oh god, she’s pulling her panties over my head! That’s freaky right? But oh, how hot. Something told her they would be a used pair, and for some terrible, perverted reason, she couldn’t wait to smell Cleo. I’m such a weirdo, she thought, the voices in her head remaining silent in agreement. And soon enough, the cloth passed over her nose. It was definitely a used pair. The musk was inebriating. Her head swam. So, this is what she smells like there? she thought. You are the luckiest woman alive, those tiny voices in her head cheered together.
It was interesting, besides Cleo’s stale sweat and what was probably her erm, dried juices, there was another sweeter scent mixed in. She would have thought it to smell like peppermint or leather like Cleo, but instead it had a faintly familiar cherry smell she was sure she knew, but couldn’t quite place. She had little time to consider it though as Cleo asked, “I want to keep this nice and secure while I tie you up the rest of the way. I see we have shiny duct tape, but also some black tape that might match better. What do you say, bondage expert?”
Duct tape on her head would be a bad idea. It would pull fiercely at her hair when it came off. Electrical tape, definitely. Besides, she loved the stretch and give of it more, anyway. “Eghrtrcrghl!” she grunted past the ball gag and panties now.
“Duct tape it is!”
“Whgh? Whht, ngh! Eghrtchghl!” a worried May screeched, thrashing as much as she could, her legs flopping on the bed in one long mass.
“Riiiight! No, electrical tape. I heard you the first time.”
“Mmph! Eghrtchgh hghp pwhsh!”
A laugh cut through her, thrashing and yelling. After a moment, May felt embarrassment creep in. She hadn’t caught the tone earlier. Cleo was teasing her.
“Okay, I’ll stop messing with you, but man, it was fun to see you get all worked up.”
May felt a thumb press tape to her cheek. It wound around her head at least a dozen times over her lower jaw, over the gag. Then the process repeated over her blindfolded eyes. This drew the panties tight against her nose. The fragrance of flesh and cherries sweetly filling every inhale. She knew she was actively and lewdly groaning; she just couldn’t be bothered to worry about that right now. She had too many wonderful sensations and thoughts to keep her occupied. The firm rope enrapturing her. The drool soaking the bed and the tape. Warm grazes of skin as Cleo moved about. May felt right. This is how she always wanted things to be, with the person she had envisioned for so long.
Firm hands pressed her bound ankles towards her tied wrists, rope pulling rope together. She…she was in her first real hogtie! What a momentous moment! Oh, what eloquence that little gem of a phrase was, May’s voices sarcastically pointed out to herself. She giggled into her gag.
“Oh, like that?” Cleo asked, giving a few light pats to May’s butt.
“Mhmm, yphsh, Mphtrsh.”
“Then let me add the final touches.” Cleo flipped May on her side, then cold plastic and silicone nestled against her damp panties. At first, she thought it was her vibrator, but no, it definitely was much bigger. “I saw that cute vibrator you have, but since you’re wearing your panties, I thought we’d need something more powerful. So, ever used a hitachi?”
May shook her head. She’d seen them before, but they were a little pricier than what she was willing to spend.
“Well, it should be fun, then.” Rope soon secured the wand in place. It wasn’t perfect since it was added after her thighs were already pinned together, but she had a feeling it would do the job, especially as she felt where it pressed in on her when she was rolled back over to her belly. Her body weight drove the device against a quite sensitive spot. A muffled whine that May had never made before tumbled out of her gagged mouth, earning another chortle from Cleo.
“Okay, two more to go.” The blond rigger announced, as she wrapped twine around and between May’s big toes and then anchored that to a small exposed part at the back of her gag. It was unexpected, but very welcome. It pulled the gag deeper into her mouth and made the position even more inescapable. The last restraints were a set of ropes that held her lashed to the bed so she could only wriggle a few inches in any direction. This was everything May could have hoped for.
She expected that Cleo would probably start the vibrator or something like that soon, so she simply fell into the moment, enjoying the strictest bindings she had ever known. The way her hands could only slide the barest across her buttocks. The way if she pulled up with her feet, they could only barely move bound as they were to her arms, the only real result being how it pulled the gag deeper thanks to the toe twine, occasionally even making her choke ever so wonderfully. Trying to shift either way on her bed only brought the pull of tight, wonderful rope around her body.
She was moaning and whimpering constantly. It felt like so much of her body was on fire with the kiss of the ropes. All the while, she was reminded of her captor by the scent of the panty hood. Stale sweat and sweet cherries. Now all she needed was Cleo’s touch and that tantalizing wand to turn on. She knew she’d probably cum instantly when that happened, and as embarrassing as that might be, she couldn’t give less of a fuck…
The reverie was broken by Cleo’s husky, sultry voice. “Damn girl, you are a cutie all bound up like this. The perfect surprise present for someone.” Someone? You mean you right, Cleo? May jokingly thought to herself at the silliness of her captor.
“Alrighty then, looks like my work’s done, so time to leave. Do hope you enjoy your bondage, my little gift,” Cleo said with a seductive voice. A familiar hand patted May on the head and then followed with a playful swat to the side of her butt.
Oh, my goodness! May thought at the touches. She was so lost in sensation she didn’t register the bed shift with Cleo’s weight departing. It wasn’t until the door to May’s bedroom shut that she realized the dirty talk might have been more than that. Is…she really leaving me here like this? No, can’t be, right? Then another door, the heavy main door to the apartment, closed. She did not just leave me here, did she? For how long? I can’t get out of this! Oh, no, she thought, panic rising among her mental council.
This was all just part of the play, right? That had to be it. Cleo is going to come right back in. That’s it. Has to be. Tentatively, May tried to relax, and drop back into enjoying the fun, and somehow the panic subsided bit by bit. She was safe in her bedroom, she reassured herself. Cleo was outside her front door, probably…surely, and she was bound so that there was no way to fall off the bed. Knowing she was alone and helpless even helped her get more into the mood. The bondage felt so good, and as her fears eased away, the arousal returned with force. Long heavy inhales through the fabric on her face only working her up further. She was so very horny, like she had never been before.
If only Cleo had turned the freaking hitachi on, she’d be cumming her brains out right now. All the same, she started pumping and gyrating her hips against the inert device as much as the bondage would allow. Anything to generate friction, heat. She needed this, like now. It started working. Her breathing shallowed. Her chest tensed, then her bound thighs. So close, a little more! She tried twisting slightly. “Ghkk!” she choked as the gag drew deep into her mouth, her ankles pulling back, but she didn’t care. Her body lifted before slamming back down, giving her that final push. Her lower half clenching and unclenching as the zenith of her efforts washed through her body. She sputtered and coughed as her body untensed as she tried to suck in air through flaring fabric covered nostrils. Her mind was dizzy, fuzzy, buzzy; all the uzzys…Mmm, cherries, she thought listlessly for a second.
As time passed, the ecstasy faded, and the physical toll rose. Slowly, May became aware of discomfort in her drawn elbows, at the corners of her mouth, and her toes were feeling tingly even. How long had it even been? It was hard to tell, blinded, blissful, and bound. Surely, Cleo would be back soon, or maybe she had snuck back in during the orgasm? May had to have been loud when that happened, though she had no memory of making any noise, only that perfect tension and then slackening through her body.
“Keylough?” she asked tentatively. Nothing. Concern rising, she tried again, and again no response. She must be out front; she tried to reassure herself. You sure though? a pesky little voice asked her. She tried calling out louder. Silence. Was Cleo not playing earlier? Has she actually left me? That’s really hot, but really unsafe, she thought. Would she just have to lay there and do what exactly?
Enjoy it for what it is, one errant voice suggested. Then there was a loud noise as the front door opened. Heavy, racing footfalls that seemed to oddly dart around the kitchen and living room in confusion from the sound of it, before they became louder just outside May’s door. Relief. Cleo had returned for her. May started shouting to Cleo, though it was a garbled, gagged mess.
The door slammed into the wall as it was flung wildly open. A bit dramatic, but kind of hot, May thought to herself.
“Fucking, cunt! Cleo, I’m going to fucking skin you alive for this when I find you!” a more feminine, still familiar somehow, voice, certainly not Cleo’s husky one, bellowed out. May’s mind froze; her blood ran cold. Who was this? Where was Cleo? She started struggling with everything she had, even if it was futile.
“Oh, shit! May, I’m sorry!” The new voice sounded surprisingly concerned, at least. May slowed her struggles when cold hands touched her shoulders. “It’s going to be okay; I’ll get you out. Hold on.” The voice and touch calming. May stilled obediently to the newcomer. She felt chilly digits try to untie the string between gag and toes. “Of course, she tied it too tight and most of the gag is covered in tape. Amateur!” The owner of the voice finally struck May. This was, this was Eden!
Suddenly, May felt the tension on her toes release. A gentle, soothing sounding voice beckoned May to be extremely still as her savior planned to use a knife to cut some of the restraints. May felt sawing at her toes. “This is way too tight. One sec.” Finally, the twine pulled ticklishly free from between May’s toes. The focus turned to May’s gag. Tape was rolled away in reverse of its earlier course. As the bright green gag was revealed. Eden swore again, “Fucker, she used my damn gag. Wait, is this all my shit?!”
What, the gag was Eden’s? May thought, confused. Did that mean that the panties?… In that moment of realization, it occurred to May that the scent of cherries that had so consumed her while bound had suddenly grown stronger as Eden worked. That’s…that’s her perfume. She had cum with Eden’s underwear plastered to her head. And the gag…it was Eden’s. She’d probably had her pierced lips and tongue on it. And now it was in May’s mouth. Shock shot through the tied woman, not just at the revelations, but also at how she wasn’t revolted by it.
“And my underwear? Oh, god!” Eden seemed to have recognized her purloined panties, indignation followed immediately by embarrassment. Soon the tape was completely gone, panties lifted, blindfold removed, and ball gag pried free. Still bound, May lay looking up from her bed. The other woman was close enough for May to make out plainly, despite the absence of her glasses. The once scary face of Eden, steel glittering across the woman’s face from rays of sunshine peeking in through the window. She had always seemed intimidating, like she was eternally angry at May specifically, but right now, that was gone.
Despite the metal adorning it, her face seemed soft, especially her eyes, filled with fear and worry. “May, uh, are you okay? Does anything feel numb? I’ll have you out shortly. I’m so, so sorry she did this to you.” She looked so different now, even though nothing had changed about her face.
May blinked. “I’m okay, but why are you here?”
“Uh, fuck. I’m sorry, Cleo sent me a picture of you tied up and said…” Eden’s face stiffened and went paler than usual.
“She did what? Why?!”
Eden’s face ignited with some realization, “Tricky bitch. Um, she said in the caption that I had, uh, better hurry to unpack the, um, present she had left me, and then sent me your address.”
May blinked again, unsure of how to process this or what exactly it meant. Before she could respond, both Eden and May looked back to the doorway as they heard a small knock on the frame. A familiar, though for May blurred, blond framed face appeared. Cleo stood there, but something had changed in the last few minutes. Looking at her, May didn’t quite feel that rush, the desire not really there anymore. It was sudden, jarring, confusing. She wasn’t mad, but also wasn’t happy to see Cleo. May’s eyes drifted back to Eden as she stood up, putting herself between her best friend and the bound May. It felt like Eden was protecting her, shielding her. Eden too felt different in May’s mind now it seemed, too.
“Cleo! The fuck?! How could you do this? And with my stuff! And don’t get me started on how unsafe it was to leave her here alone!” A flutter hit May’s stomach at the protective tone. The room was spinning, it felt like. It was confusing, and the little voices, once so talkative, remained unhelpfully silent. The pieces of what was happening were there, but they were jumbled in May’s befuddled mind.
Cleo raised her hands in surrender and cracked a smile, that while beautiful, no longer seemed enticing to May. “Hey, first off I was in her friend’s room right next door, so she was safe, and I remember all the rigging lessons you taught me when you had me tie you up for your games.”
Eden looked back hesitantly at May, embarrassed. It was a sweet, vulnerable moment. Then it passed as she turned back, and Eden restarted her tirade. “Fine. But still, what the fuck?”
May added, “Uh, yeah, could you explain what’s going on?”
Cleo leaned against the door frame. “Look, sorry to scare and confuse you two, but see, I had to do something. I had to find a way to get you two in the same place. Lord knows you two dingbat introverts would never figure it out, well I guess Eden had, but she’s too damn sweet, she’d never think to make a move.”
Eden’s bristling body slackened as she took a step back, eyes to the ground, her fury tamed. “No, this isn’t because of what I said, is it?” she asked more sheepishly than May would have ever thought possible of the punk.
“Hey, you told me all about little May-May there, going on about how kind, caring, and intelligent she was, and it was obvious you were crushing hard on her, had been for what, two years? You weren’t going to say or do anything about it, especially because you told me she was into me, and you’d rather her be happy than with you.”
May looked between the two women. Am I in a love triangle? She thought, shocked.
“Exactly. She wants you, not me. It was annoying enough when it looked like you were toying with her feelings at the party, but this?!” Eden seemed ready to cry. Can badasses cry? May wondered at the drama unfurling before her eyes.
“Well, dipshit, I was trying to make sure she would be a good fit for my best friend, and that you were for her. When she didn’t bat an eye at me talking about your bondage escapades, I knew exactly how to get you two together.”
May’s own indignation broke in, “Wait, that was about Eden? Not you?”
A smirk cut across Cleo’s face, blurry for May but clear as day for Eden. “Yeah, sorry May-May, but every story I shared with you was actually one of Eden’s.”
“So, she’s the one who vandalized the statue?”
“Yep, and all that other social justice stuff is her dreams. I’m more ‘go with the flow’ than ‘be the difference’.”
Once more, May found herself looking at Eden in a new light. “So, you tied me up, and sent her a picture to get us to…together, or something?”
“Yep, that’s about the sum of it May-May.”
“And, uh, Eden, you like me?”
A barely audible, “yes,” drifted from the punk turned heroine of the afternoon.
“Look, if I’m wrong about you two being made for each other, sorry. My bad. I can help untie May,” Cleo said, stepping into the room.
“Wait! No, uh…” What am I saying? May thought, confused. Until minutes ago, I was scared of Eden, but if all those things I thought I learned about Cleo were about Eden, maybe…and the way she was willing to protect me without hesitation… “This is so messed up, but um, maybe we should talk, Eden. What do you think?”
Wide-eyed Eden answered, stammering, “Sure, uh, I’d like to.”
“Perfect! It’s settled; you two wallflowers get to know each other, while your fairy godmother of bondage exits stage left.” And the once woman of May’s dreams slipped from the room nearly unnoticed as the other two women sat silently on May’s bed staring at each other.
May, still partly bound, spoke first, “Soooo, you really did a number on the founder's statue.”
An embarrassed smile came to Eden’s pierced lips. “Um, yeah, I just couldn’t take seeing that damn thing every day and what it represented. But uh, please don’t tell anyone. I’d rather not learn what jail is like.”
May giggled. Before now, she wouldn’t have been surprised to learn Eden had been to jail, but now she was learning that was another misconception. The two kept talking. It was stilted at first. They were both quiet introverts, obviously, but it didn’t take long for the conversation to really start flowing. For the first time in her life, May found herself so at ease talking to someone else, even more than with Cleo on that couch a week ago. They shared a remarkable overlap of interests, bondage obviously one, but there were others too. Starting on the shallower end with how they were both anime dweebs who loved shows from the 80s and 90s, a topic brought on by May’s small manga collection on a nearby bookshelf. Though they did disagree on the eternal dub versus sub debate. Eden preferring the dubs, and May the clearly superior subs.
May had to concede in the playful argument that her own fluency in Japanese, along with three other languages, might make that an unfair conversation. Eden was so impressed with May’s linguistic skills, showering her with praise, the same praise May later showed Eden when she learned how the punk vigilante had helped on a number of eco-friendly civil engineering projects on the campus. Her professors had discovered how good she was, and kept asking her to assist, a real sign of her talent. That, in turn, had led to the two of them discovering that they shared a dream of working for the same international non-profit.
Words spilled freely from the two women from that point forward for hours. Eventually, the bondage, which had somehow been ignored for a long time, started to bother May, and Eden offered to set her free or at least re-tie her. Intrigued, May had chosen the latter, obviously. Eden’s work was cleaner, tighter, and somehow more comfortable. Mesmerized by her new obsession, this unconventional beauty sitting on her bed, May wondered how she had wasted so much time avoiding this person who felt increasingly like a second half of her.
Who knew where this would go, but May had never felt so connected to someone as she did that night talking with Eden, bound on her own bed in her underwear. Sex was not on the table, they needed to get to know each other more, that was clear, but at the end of the night, which turned out to be 4 a.m., as Eden finally fully liberated May from her bondage, something electric happened. Their faces came close, and May, seeing those metal pierced lips, couldn’t stop herself. She leaned in without hesitation. Her warm lips feeling the cold of rings, then the human softness behind. The perfect analogy for this fascinating woman she was only beginning to learn about. Eden returned the gesture. It was passionate, sloppy, and everything May could want. Shockingly cool hands wrapped around May’s head. It was funny how quickly one crush could vanish to another, more promising one.
4 months later. May watched another funny video of a cat chasing a dog on Eden’s cracked phone, held above the cuddling pair. Eden stroked May’s short hair with her free hand while the other scrolled to the next short. May rolled slightly into Eden nuzzling her girlfriend’s shirt. The scent of cherries enveloping her. The two were laying on May’s bed once again. Eden in cut, dark jeans and a neon green and black shirt. May’s attire was a little less conventional. She currently was wrapped from ankle to neck in vet* wrap, minus two strategic cutouts of course at chest and crotch. Through black cotton, May gave a small nibble to the side of Eden’s otherwise unprotected breast.
“Hey!” Eden said laughing, “You ready to go again so soon?”
“Yeph!” May muffled into her lover’s chest. Eden tossed her phone aside, slipping her other arm from around May’s neck. The green and black haired woman rolling over and atop the mummified May. A familiar ball gag soon reentered May’s mouth. Then a click and the buzzing between May’s legs roared alive once more. Immediately, she groaned into the gag, her eyes closing shut.
May felt her arousal spike as her girlfriend’s piercings danced wonderfully across her chest. Cold but oh so desired hands constantly trading places, one controlling the wand, the other tracing across every part of May it could reach. May felt safe, loved, here under Eden’s control, more than anywhere else. Trust had built fast between the pair. Nothing was hidden between them. In only a few short months they had become two halves of the same. May loved her domme girlfriend, who took care of her and treated her with such loving tenderness. Eden was a gentle, sweet domme who only cared if May were happy, and happy she was. Theirs was a tale of two crushes, one foolish, misplaced, but the other a seed that had grown into a towering testament to love.
The Wrong Crush · Part 2 (2/2)
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