“I… Um…” it was Miranda’s time to blush and lose her words. She had completely forgotten she’d never put on pants again. The flabbergasted expression didn’t last long, as the blonde shook the awkwardness away and snapped back. “Never mind that!”
The blonde sat up, getting on one knee and forcing the bound girl off of her, yet never letting go of the makeshift leash. She made no effort to hide her smooth mound, instead pushing her free hand on Emily’s chest, right between her breasts. The athletic girl’s back and tied hands were lined against the wall as the bully pressed a knee between her bound legs, immobilizing her. One hand to steady herself against the wall, Miranda hooked a finger into the other girl’s collar, pulling slightly as she leaned over, their faces nearly touching.
Emily felt her blush deepening, if that was even possible. She had never had so much as a boyfriend, let alone a lover. The naked leg pressed between her own, rubbing against the inside of her still moist thighs, the black bra visible through the t-shirt as it held back Miranda’s modest chest, the expensive perfume mixing with her natural fragrance, the lips so temptingly close to her own… If she wasn’t already dripping wet from her previous ordeal, this would certainly have gotten her there. No, it wasn’t like that! It was merely her body reacting to touch after being denied so long. And the dominant position her teammate held over her didn’t help at all. It wasn’t as if this played out like her wet dreams or anything…
“I’m not letting you go. Finders keepers, no?” Miranda’s eyes were focused entirely into hers.
“Bu-but my… My parents! My parents will be home soon!” retorted Emily, hoping her lie wouldn’t be too obvious.
The blonde’s playful smile returned, the hand on the other’s collar running down to her chest, grabbing a handful of her breast, pressing the clamp into the soft flesh. Emily gasped more so from the touch than the pain.
“Don’t lie to me. I have already checked your phone, read the messages. You, and by extension we, are all alone for the weekend.”
Emily felt her eyes bulge as her lie was called out. The knowledge that Miranda had found a way into her phone terrified her, even if it made sense. How else would she have been able to control the toys? She squirmed under the bully, looking away in shame. She could only hope Miranda hadn’t looked deeper into her phone…
“You won’t even try to deny it?” asked the blonde, letting go of the other girl’s breast, instead softly tapping her on the cheek in approval. “Good girl.”
Emily felt her heart flutter at the last sentence. She focused on the countertop behind her teammate, trying to distance herself from the situation she was in. Miranda’s sudden tight grasp of her chin broke any effort made, as she was forced to face the other girl again.
“If you do what I want for the weekend, I won’t leak the photos I took of you to everyone in Uni.” Her tone was still playful, but the threat was clear.
Emily shivered. Her worst fear had come to pass. Not only was she going to be humiliated and exposed to everyone she knew, her life ruined as everyone would learn what she was into, but she would lose her scholarship too, along with any dreams of edu-
“Hey! I said I won’t do it. Don’t freak out on me.” Miranda said, nipping Emily’s anxiety attack in the bud. “I’m just going to play with you, and it’s gonna stay between us, ‘mkay?”
The athletic girl had begun hyperventilating, which had clued in her teammate to what was happening. She barely felt the sting on her sore nubs as the clamps swung to the tune of her elevated breathing. The words spoken just barely calmed her down enough to speak.
“And… you…wh-what…?” Emily couldn’t get her thoughts in order when Miranda shushed her, placing a finger over her lips.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanna try some stuff out,” she whispered. “I like this stuff too, though I don’t have anywhere near the same amount of toys as you do.”
Her voice was calm, soothing, even if her suggestion was lewd beyond anything Emily could have expected. She always believed that if anyone found out about her, they would label her a pervert, shun her for her wants and needs, shame and humiliate her. She had read things online about finding partners, yes, but to find someone who knew, who would understand, and for that someone to be… her, of all people.
“O… Okay. You promise you won’t tell a-anyone?” asked the bound girl, looking into her captor’s eyes, trying to determine her intentions.
“Yes, as long as you work with me.” Miranda smiled.
“Mmhm,” Emily nodded, giving an uneasy smile. She didn’t really have a choice here, but still. “A-are we gonna have… a s-safeword… or something…?”
“Hah, no! That’s for agreeing parties. You are more like a prisoner right now. It’s my way or the pictures go out!” Miranda tapped her finger on Emily’s chest.
“Bu-but…! But wha-” stuttered the auburn haired captive.
“But nothing,” snapped the blonde. “I hold all the cards here.”
The words were spoken with a finality that nearly made Emily bite her tongue. Despite being taller and much better built, Miranda’s will towered over hers, even if she was half-naked. The bound girl dry-swallowed, realizing that she had no other option, that enduring whatever the other girl had planned for her was necessary. Maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…? Miranda stared her down, waiting for another retort. When none came, she smiled as she reached behind, bringing the gag to Emily’s face. The two stared at each other wordlessly for a minute or so, before the bound girl parted her lips, accepting the gag.
“Come on then,” Miranda said, as she stood up. “I might even get you to cum, how’s that?”
Emily hated to admit that the prospect did light up her face. After a week of denials, plus the hours spent with the vibes today, she was dying for release. She nodded hesitantly in agreement. It’s not like she had a choice. She could only hope that her teammate would keep her word, even if she didn’t really trust her. All she could do was play along. Miranda pulled the blindfold back over her eyes and promptly ignored the high-pitched whine of complaint Emily let loose. How was she supposed to walk without seeing?! But then, she remembered what had happened in the garden, and her nipples throbbed lightly. Taking a shaky, deep breath, she began to follow the makeshift leash into her own living room.
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