What if.... (F/F) *NEW*

[RopeBunny]

Playing let's pretend with my life....

Chapter 001, below, is true. I've changed a couple of minor details, her name. And exact dialogue, I'm never going to remember that.

But the TUG happened, and for various reasons I've often wondered.

What might've happened, if we'd kept going?

See what response this draws, and okay I might continue regardless, I often write according to my own whims and not the level of interest created.

Still, enjoy.

[RopeBunny]

001.

We hadn't been dating long, couple of months? Three? Long enough we'd reached sex, an unhurried wander through kissing and dry humping, extended foreplay where either hers or my bra came off.

Was Sophie into bondage? We'd both pinned the other whilst ontop, and twice with passions running high I'd playfully threatened to lock her to the bed.

Her reciprocating once, whispers in my ear whilst hands drove me wild, promising to buy cuffs, to use them on me.

If only she knew.

I'm not a Domme, leaning dependent on mood, like most. Often playful, which is likely how it began.

"Parents not home?"
"Working." Taking her hand, shoes and jackets shed in the hallway, stowed. "Empty house for the afternoon."
"Really?"
"Definitely." Grin to match hers, Sophie willingly following me upstairs, to my room.

Even at eighteen, without a licence I was already heavily into cars, Japanese ones anyway, all huge spoilers and sweeping lines. No posters of boys- into girls anyway -on my walls, instead modified Skylines compete for space with Honda Type R's and WRX's, a passion dad, a petrol head, encourages.

A Japanese navel flag, the red on white sunburst, hangs down above my desk, bookshelf holding a small collection of horror and Sci-fi, a dozen comics. Model of the USS Excelsior, pride of the fleet.

Only a single bed, though, unlike Sophie's my room isn't large. The bed is metal framed and squeaks whenever we have sex, which invariably leads to giggles that never spoil the mood.

"So." Sitting down on my bed, hands in her lap gazing up at me, cheeky smile. "What are you going to do with me this afternoon?"

And it's those words, combined with the smile, plus the basic fact I haven't tied up or been tied in months. I grin back.

"I." Pointing at myself, stepping closer. "Need a shower. And, you." Closer still, Sophie spreading her legs to make room, hands coming around to clasp my jeans clad butt whilst I reach out to run a finger across her exposed cleavage. "Are going to wait whilst I do."
"Don't want company?" Leaning in, running her tongue down the flat planes of my exposed belly. "Lou?"
"Not this time."

Stepping back, feeling Sophie's eyes on me, tracking the walk to my wardrobe, where I bend down and open the rarely opened bottom drawer. Rustling sound overly loud in the quiet room, digging inside the shopping bag I keep buried, folded.

Standing up, coiled length of rope in hand and Sophie's eyes gone wide as she sees.

Smile- good, thank fuck -splitting her pretty face.

"Is that," licking her lips, "for me?"
"Yes." Nodding. "I'm going to tie you up, to wait for me."
"In here?"
"Wrists to the bed." A second nod, stepping closer and Sophie rises as I approach.

Two years older then me, a curvy eighteen to my skinnier more toned ten, C cups somewhat dwarfed by my E's but still plenty enough to keep me interested. Hair a long curling cascade like mine, but dyed purple with black tips, whilst my own is blonde. No ink on me but Sophie sports black tribal styled branches climbing her left arm, scattering of red and green leaves, plus a grinning black skull on her left buttcheek.

Jean's, faded blue on me and white on her, Sophie has on a one piece beneath hers, the kind which fastens at the crotch, tight and hugging she's braless beneath the dark grey fabric. I'm in a cropped tee, black with 'Triumph' across the bust in white. I wear mostly car and bike themed tops, nothing with unicorns or sunsets.

"Wrists."
"Behind you." Helping, gently turning Sophie until she's facing the bed, taking her offered- a second time -wrists and placing them side by side, palms touching.

Brief internal war, the urge and desire to move them higher, to bind chest and wrists but. No, not today.

Small steps, if she let's me a second time?

Doubled rope passed around her wrists, bought through the loop and pulled. Yanked tight.

"Fuuuuck." Gasped breath. "Wow that's tight?"
"If it was looser, you'd escape." Keeping the pressure on the rope with one hand, stepping in close and reaching around, taking hold of her breast and flicking my thumb across the nipple, soft kisses to her neck.

Sophie gasping, but in pleasure now, leaning back into me and her wrists shift within the pinched loop, the denied urge to touch me back.

"It has to be tight, so you'll stay where I put you." Kisses delivered between words, still idly flicking her now rock hard nipple. "You want to be good, for me, don't you?"
"Yesssssss." Like a sigh. "Okay. Lou." Turning her head and we kiss, long and wet, and all the while I'm keeping up the pressure on that rope. "Okay."

Letting go and stepping back a pace, Sophie sighing but remaining still. Compliant.

I finish the binding, wrapping around her wrists a couple more times before using the initial loop to make a knot, passing the remaining rope around vertically, between her wrists. Pulling everything tight as I go, final knots to seal her in.

Getting a second rope. Sophie not realising as I double and wrap it between her wrists, unawares until I begin guiding her backwards, and even then not fully realising until she glances over a shoulder.

"You're." Surprise in her tone, actually attempting to take a step forward, away though by now it's too late. "Oh?" As the ropes pull tight, bringing her to an unexpected halt. "You're thethering me?"
"I did say. To." Emphasising the word, grinning. "The bed."
"Right." Little nervous possibly scared laugh, accompanied by a little struggle, wriggling, pulling at her arms which of course don't move far.

I've left her less then a half metre slack, enough for a half pace in any direction, enough she can turn around and see what I've done: the rope wrapped and binding her to the corner bedpost.

"Guess." Smiling now, thank fuck. "I'm really not going anywhere?"
"Not until I decide."
"So, what." Looking at me as I step around in front, licking her lips, another nervous laugh. "You're the boss of me now?"
"And is that...."

Perhaps a little too enthusiastic, perhaps layering it on a little too thick and heavy for a first time. But damn I've missed the ropes, and once begun it's hard to reign in.

I step in close, reaching up to grab a handful of hair at the same time plunging my other hand down inside Sophie's jeans, yanking her head forward and meeting her lips with mine. Taking kisses even while my finger slips easily inside her already damp pussy.

"Is that a problem?" Pulling her face back mere inches, finger still pumping, sliding. "Soph?"
"No." Panting, legs shaking slightly as her orgasm builds. "Fuuuuuuucckkkk. No. Lou, I'll be good."
"Perfect." Letting go, and slipping my hand out, making a show of licking my finger, Sophie biting her lip as she watches, unable to come closer.

Remaining quiet, not protesting nor begging despite the orgasm I just denied her. Being good, learning? Despite at that point I wasn't actually teaching.

"Fucking." Wriggling, pouting. "Tease."
"Yes." Grinning, having just stood in front of her and stripped naked, out of- bound -reach. I nod. "Just be grateful we can still kiss, that I didn't ballgag you too."

Too heavy again, internally cursing myself all the way into and through a short shower, which I'd planned to stretch out, to enjoy mentally picturing Sophie throughout, in my room, forced to wait.

Only now I'm semi panicking that she isn't, despite the lack of protest, having fun.

So after quickly toweling off I return, freeing her without a word.

And we have sex, Sophie all but pouncing on me as soon as the rope comes off. Amazing, loud, non bondage sex, and neither of us mentions the ropes.

[BlissfulMisery]

Missed this due to the board outage, but seems like an interesting concept. Metaphorically walking the path not taken, as it were. Certainly I think almost anyone can imagine some example from their own lives, even if the subject matter likely varies quite a bit.

A Japanese navel flag, the red on white sunburst

Should be 'naval'. Although technically also the Imperial Japanese Flag (well technically army and navy), but that is a sordid topic well beyond the scope of this thread or board.

"Fuuuuck." Gasped breath. "Wow that's tight?"
"If it was looser, you'd escape."

Facts

Being good, learning? Despite at that point I wasn't actually teaching.

In fairness, dominance and submission does not come out of nowhere - it is a core part of social dynamics, even if in a different fashion then we usually talk about on this board So perhaps the roles are a little more natural then we (or others) might like to admit.

"Just be grateful we can still kiss, that I didn't ballgag you too."

Too heavy again, internally cursing myself all the way into and through a short shower...

Only now I'm semi panicking that she isn't, despite the lack of protest, having fun.

While as you hinted at, this is semi-fictional (in that every detail is not accurate/might be changed), I will say these parts, with the self doubting (and these are not the only ones) are *very* believable/relatable, even if, once again, the details might vary.

Would be interested in seeing where you take this as it diverges further into 'entirely fictional', but can certainly understand if your whims take you elsewhere. Still, a good chapter regardless, even if it remains a standalone.