Yes
B (spread eagled)
1 and 2 : One of the girls remains with you to torture you, while the other attended class or does her usual tasks so none of the teachers notices. They change positions every two or three hours.
(maybe one of them is more cruel then the other?)
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Partly yes (shoes and socks only removed)
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So, the winning votes are....RopeBunny wrote: 2 weeks ago 012.
And it feels as though not one, but multiple decisions are being made across the room, starting with whether (Yes or No) my uniform is confiscated, removed. Am I stripped down to my underwear?
Secondly, how am I going to be secured, in this room? Possibly (A) another hogtie, on the bed. Or (B) tied to the actual bed, or (C) the single wooden framed chair.
Finally, will anyone remain? Maybe (1) Alex or possibly (2) Erika, or (3) neither of them, both girls closing the door and leaving me.
Yes.
B.
1.
013.
I don't fight back, and nor do my two captors behave as though they expect me to. Rules are rules, orders are orders and we're all in this now, sucked into the game, at the whims and mercy of others.
Doing as we're told, for better- Alex and Erika -or worse- me -and these roles could change. Easily.
Which isn't to say we're like robots, devoid of emotion. We aren't simply following the steps, uncaring and unfeeling. We just know not to argue with or disobey those whispers from above.
"What about the gag?"
"Um...?" Freed from the ropes, now scattered across the floor. Helped up, standing, having taken a moment to stretch, arms up and reaching leg muscles pulled tight, up onto tip toes before sinking, arms lowering to reach left and right. Dropping to my sides.
Facing off against Alex and Erika, the door behind me yet I won't- can't -run.
"Well...." Looking at me, as I stare passively back. "I think..."
"Probably...."
Because nobody mentioned, considered my gag, which, arriving at the thought even whilst Alex nods, her words mirroring those I can't say.
"We leave it on."
"Definitely." Nodding agreement, smile growing, on hers and Alex's face, growing in direct correlation to the nervous tingle washing across my skin, suddenly feeling too hot.
"Not your clothes, though." Erika holding out her hand. "Tower Hill girl, come on and give them up."
"Fffgggdddmmnnn." Nodding, to show I understand, might not like it, might be my insides are a complete mess at the fact, but I understand.
And I'll comply.
Boots, and socks, which I stuff into the boots, handing them across the small- infinite, given our roles -gap, Erika taking both, tossing both into a corner.
Leggings, bending to roll them down off my butt, to the knee after which stepping out of each leg in turn. Alex taking these, which get tossed too, both girls giggling, happy.
School tie, loosened and removed, shirt following, fingers working downwards, collar to waist and shrugging it off, handed over before I do something stupid like disobeying.
Like running.
Facing them now wearing nothing more then grey cotton pants, small pink bow on the waistband. White bra filled out by my C's, nipples feeling as though stabbing at the flower pattern lace of the cups. Fidgeting, arms up to cover my chest, lowering to my crotch before lifting again to fold beneath my chest.
Dropping to my sides. Restless, overflowing with nervous energy, the tamped down urge to run, or fight, body a mass of tingles.
"Gggrrrddddmm." Fighting to control my breathing, slowly, seeking out some form of calm and finding just enough to return Alex and Erika's amusement filled gazes with my own more level stare. Acting calm, uncaring but beneath the surface I'm full of nerves, half stripped, the exposure ramping things up higher, making this that much more real.
I can feel, actually feel cool air against the now exposed tops of my breasts.
"Pppffftt rrsssgggmmnn." Taking a step towards them, a second.
Come on then, bind me already.
"Lay down." Alex, Erika nodding though, and even I nod. Might not like it, might be my insides are a complete mess at the fact, but I understand.
Stepping between them and climbing up onto the wooden framed single, a relatively basic, mass produced looking thing much like the other furniture here. Not cheap, not for St Christopher's, but not bespoke either.
Duvet already pulled off, flung and the pillow too, pale blue bottom sheet cold against my skin, the mattress giving slightly as I lay down, in the rough centre on my back.
Staying still, going doll like and letting my thoughts drift away. And it isn't a lack of interest in my fate, it's to help me remain calm whilst they bind me, and then afterwards it won't matter as much, won't cause as much panic because I'll already be helpless.
Less panic, hopefully.
Feeling my limbs pulled, stretched, muscles: biceps and calves, belly, going tight. Staring at the ceiling, wondering at an alternative timeline where I'd caught Lucinda, where she hadn't tripped.
Would I, right now be binding her to my bed? In her underwear?
Is that what you'd of chosen for us?
Snatches of words intruding on my thoughts, a disjointed conversation I'm not really paying attention to.
"Like this?"
"Tighter, if she gets out...."
"What about after?"
"After what?"
"No, you do the right arm, I'm not fucking crawling all over."
Pressure, weight. Blinking, actually looking and finding Alex sprawled across me, laid on her belly legs dangling off the bed, reaching and grunting as she binds my right arm, securing it to the upper corner post, which happens to be in the corner of the room, against two walls.
Climbing off me, briefly flashing a smile as our eyes meet and.
Done.
Taking stock, only a quick inspection as I'll no doubt have time later, time to struggle and fight, time to find out if I can escape, if I'm allowed?
Rope has been wrapped and knotted around each limb: wrists and ankles. Four ropes, each of which, the trailing ends have been wrapped and secured low down to a separate bed post, all four ropes pulled and yanked tight, the effect being to reel each limb in, straightening me out, forcing my body flat against the bed, pinning me to the mattress, body splayed out legs spread and arms the same, an X.
"Me?"
"Well," Alex, shrugging one hand already on the door, "it is my room. So."
"True." A shrug from Erika, and if she resents leaving she isn't showing it.
The two of them, my captors exchanging a look, knowing smiles turned smirks: look what we did. Smirking at me, watching as I squirm beneath their scrutiny, a lab experiment on the table, spread out for study. Pulling at all four ropes simultaneously, attempting to bring legs together and arms down, to cover and hide myself, breasts and crotch.
Smirks growing, Alex giggling slightly as I very obviously barely move.
Opening her door, closing it behind Erika and turning, leaning back against the wood arms crossed beneath her impressive E cups.
Looking at me, pondering.
Seeking to embarrass me, Alex might (A) order me to struggle, filming it on her phone. Or (B) she unexpectedly wants to talk, to compare my bondage to her own self bondage attempts.
Maybe (C) Alex strips off her St Christopher's uniform, putting on mine, boots and shirt and leggings and tie. Trying it all on for some unknown reason.
I don't fight back, and nor do my two captors behave as though they expect me to. Rules are rules, orders are orders and we're all in this now, sucked into the game, at the whims and mercy of others.
Doing as we're told, for better- Alex and Erika -or worse- me -and these roles could change. Easily.
Which isn't to say we're like robots, devoid of emotion. We aren't simply following the steps, uncaring and unfeeling. We just know not to argue with or disobey those whispers from above.
"What about the gag?"
"Um...?" Freed from the ropes, now scattered across the floor. Helped up, standing, having taken a moment to stretch, arms up and reaching leg muscles pulled tight, up onto tip toes before sinking, arms lowering to reach left and right. Dropping to my sides.
Facing off against Alex and Erika, the door behind me yet I won't- can't -run.
"Well...." Looking at me, as I stare passively back. "I think..."
"Probably...."
Because nobody mentioned, considered my gag, which, arriving at the thought even whilst Alex nods, her words mirroring those I can't say.
"We leave it on."
"Definitely." Nodding agreement, smile growing, on hers and Alex's face, growing in direct correlation to the nervous tingle washing across my skin, suddenly feeling too hot.
"Not your clothes, though." Erika holding out her hand. "Tower Hill girl, come on and give them up."
"Fffgggdddmmnnn." Nodding, to show I understand, might not like it, might be my insides are a complete mess at the fact, but I understand.
And I'll comply.
Boots, and socks, which I stuff into the boots, handing them across the small- infinite, given our roles -gap, Erika taking both, tossing both into a corner.
Leggings, bending to roll them down off my butt, to the knee after which stepping out of each leg in turn. Alex taking these, which get tossed too, both girls giggling, happy.
School tie, loosened and removed, shirt following, fingers working downwards, collar to waist and shrugging it off, handed over before I do something stupid like disobeying.
Like running.
Facing them now wearing nothing more then grey cotton pants, small pink bow on the waistband. White bra filled out by my C's, nipples feeling as though stabbing at the flower pattern lace of the cups. Fidgeting, arms up to cover my chest, lowering to my crotch before lifting again to fold beneath my chest.
Dropping to my sides. Restless, overflowing with nervous energy, the tamped down urge to run, or fight, body a mass of tingles.
"Gggrrrddddmm." Fighting to control my breathing, slowly, seeking out some form of calm and finding just enough to return Alex and Erika's amusement filled gazes with my own more level stare. Acting calm, uncaring but beneath the surface I'm full of nerves, half stripped, the exposure ramping things up higher, making this that much more real.
I can feel, actually feel cool air against the now exposed tops of my breasts.
"Pppffftt rrsssgggmmnn." Taking a step towards them, a second.
Come on then, bind me already.
"Lay down." Alex, Erika nodding though, and even I nod. Might not like it, might be my insides are a complete mess at the fact, but I understand.
Stepping between them and climbing up onto the wooden framed single, a relatively basic, mass produced looking thing much like the other furniture here. Not cheap, not for St Christopher's, but not bespoke either.
Duvet already pulled off, flung and the pillow too, pale blue bottom sheet cold against my skin, the mattress giving slightly as I lay down, in the rough centre on my back.
Staying still, going doll like and letting my thoughts drift away. And it isn't a lack of interest in my fate, it's to help me remain calm whilst they bind me, and then afterwards it won't matter as much, won't cause as much panic because I'll already be helpless.
Less panic, hopefully.
Feeling my limbs pulled, stretched, muscles: biceps and calves, belly, going tight. Staring at the ceiling, wondering at an alternative timeline where I'd caught Lucinda, where she hadn't tripped.
Would I, right now be binding her to my bed? In her underwear?
Is that what you'd of chosen for us?
Snatches of words intruding on my thoughts, a disjointed conversation I'm not really paying attention to.
"Like this?"
"Tighter, if she gets out...."
"What about after?"
"After what?"
"No, you do the right arm, I'm not fucking crawling all over."
Pressure, weight. Blinking, actually looking and finding Alex sprawled across me, laid on her belly legs dangling off the bed, reaching and grunting as she binds my right arm, securing it to the upper corner post, which happens to be in the corner of the room, against two walls.
Climbing off me, briefly flashing a smile as our eyes meet and.
Done.
Taking stock, only a quick inspection as I'll no doubt have time later, time to struggle and fight, time to find out if I can escape, if I'm allowed?
Rope has been wrapped and knotted around each limb: wrists and ankles. Four ropes, each of which, the trailing ends have been wrapped and secured low down to a separate bed post, all four ropes pulled and yanked tight, the effect being to reel each limb in, straightening me out, forcing my body flat against the bed, pinning me to the mattress, body splayed out legs spread and arms the same, an X.
"Me?"
"Well," Alex, shrugging one hand already on the door, "it is my room. So."
"True." A shrug from Erika, and if she resents leaving she isn't showing it.
The two of them, my captors exchanging a look, knowing smiles turned smirks: look what we did. Smirking at me, watching as I squirm beneath their scrutiny, a lab experiment on the table, spread out for study. Pulling at all four ropes simultaneously, attempting to bring legs together and arms down, to cover and hide myself, breasts and crotch.
Smirks growing, Alex giggling slightly as I very obviously barely move.
Opening her door, closing it behind Erika and turning, leaning back against the wood arms crossed beneath her impressive E cups.
Looking at me, pondering.
Seeking to embarrass me, Alex might (A) order me to struggle, filming it on her phone. Or (B) she unexpectedly wants to talk, to compare my bondage to her own self bondage attempts.
Maybe (C) Alex strips off her St Christopher's uniform, putting on mine, boots and shirt and leggings and tie. Trying it all on for some unknown reason.
Has to be C.
Maybe they destroy them or sell them online so you will get real trouble when you show back up at school next time without correct clothing - if you ever get back at school.
Or they pretend to be you and have such a bad behavior that they - or better you - will be expelled forever.
Maybe they destroy them or sell them online so you will get real trouble when you show back up at school next time without correct clothing - if you ever get back at school.
Or they pretend to be you and have such a bad behavior that they - or better you - will be expelled forever.
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B please. Lets hearvall about it.
Loving this so far. I vote B.
Excellent, thanks for commenting to say so.
Luckily I can combine B and C, Alex can try on Sammy's uniform AND talk about her self bondage.
So we'll go with that, with the tie.
Might be a slightly longer chapter, due to the talking. But hoping to write and post today.
Thanks all
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Nope not gonna say it, nope no way.
Of course it'll be a lot longer with a teenage girl talking.
OOPPPPPS I said it, BAD ME.
Runs away and hides where ya can't find me.
Of course it'll be a lot longer with a teenage girl talking.
OOPPPPPS I said it, BAD ME.
Runs away and hides where ya can't find me.
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME 
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014.
"All alone."
"Dddrrrfffgggg." Head lifted up off the bed to better see Alex, leaning against her closed door, arms crossed beneath her large bust.
Nervous. Excited.
Not sure if I'm nervous because suddenly it's only the two of us, or due to my being tightly spread tied to Alex's bed, or the fact I'm helpless- haven't properly checked, yet, but I expect I am whilst dressed in nothing more then a white lace bra and grey cotton pants.
Not sure if I'm excited because I'm- most likely -helpless and therefore at Alex's mercy, or due to my almost complete lack of clothes around another girl who isn't a friend.
Either way, my insides are at war.
"You know what." Suddenly in motion, striding forwards, towards the bed. Towards.
"Ffgggdddmm." Ffuuuuuuucck, towards me and I panic, yanking at the ropes, shaking my head and suddenly I don't want to know where this leads.
Completely missing whatever else Alex says, shift of the mattress bringing me back, blinking, finding her sat, perched beside me. Small smile, almost friendly?
"Because they didn't say, right?"
"Gghhdddfff?" What?
"Exactly." Nodding. "Fuck em. I'm taking it off, so we can talk."
Leaning in and I go still, limp. Halfway convinced she's taking my bra, nipples- fucking traitors we're supposed to be scared, not excited -leaping to stabbing attention. Tensing, breath held but all Alex does is remove my gag.
Giving me a frown as she straightens back up, tossing the scarf away.
"Better?"
"What?"
"Is it," smiling now, "bet-"
"-Please don't take off my bra."
"Really?" Laughing, at me, not unkind. Amused.
"What a bizarre idea."
"Please."
"Thought never occurred to me." Waving it away, swatting the air.
"I'm Alex."
"Oh. I know."
"Yes." Glancing at the door, the road travelled. "Guess you do?"
"Right, sorry." My turn to laugh, too nervous, too high. "Sammy."
"Comfortable, Sammy?"
"Fucking." Looking at each of my bound wrists, stretched arms in turn, back at Alex. "Really?"
"Right." Laughing, gentle and wow aren't we fast becoming friends here. "Sorry."
"Except you're not."
"No?"
"Otherwise you'd let me go."
"Busted." Grinning, standing up and beginning to walk idle half circles and patterns around the small floor space of her room.
Glancing at me often, clearly enjoying the sight and I suppose you would. I suppose I would were our roles reversed, or if I'd bound and half stripped Lucinda, for instance.
After all, a bra and pants hardly covers much of me. I'm basically all exposed skin here, saving my crotch, and breasts. But the bra does an amazing job of hugging my C cups, the half lace showing shadowed skin beneath, the tops, my cleavage visible.
Plus the bondage helps, I assume? No doubt for someone into it, having me stretched out and obviously unable to move, to do more then squrim, it must add to the visual appeal of Alex's view.
"You could let me go?" I venture, not even sure if I want her to let me go. Not even sure why I don't? Alex giving me a look, a hard stare and she's right.
It isn't up to us, and I wasn't actually asking, so it doesn't count.
"I've tied myself up."
"You did?" Shocked, head up off the bed to stare, Alex nodding. Small blush rising up her neck and onto both cheeks.
"Few times." Bending to remove each shoe in turn, opening her wardrobe and placing both low down, the open door preventing my seeing exactly where. "With rope."
"What else could you use?"
Shrugging in response. Doesn't know or doesn't care, slipping off her tie, reaching in to- it appears -hang it.
"Legs are easy, of course."
"Oh." Nodding. "Of course."
"Wait." Stepping back and turning to stare at me, shirt completely open, slash of pale skin visible in the gap. "Are you taking the piss?"
"Trying to."
Brief moment of silence, and then we're both laughing. Becoming friends, see.
"Legs." Shirt in the wardrobe, bending to pull off each sock in turn, slapping at her legs with both as they dangle from her right hand. "Because I can easy bend and shit."
"Right?" Frowning. "I. Guess." I suppose? "It'd be easy enough to bind your own legs, if you knew how."
"Internet." Another shrug.
"Wrists are easier in front." Socks in one of her bedside drawer units two top drawers. Slamming it and climbing up to sit on the bed, managing to occupy the space between where my arm stretches up and my leg points down. "Because you can bite at the rope." Showing me, miming: wrists held crossed, held up to her mouth and miming biting down on rope, tugging, pulling her wrists downwards.
"So." Thinking, frowning. "Holding the rope in your teeth and. Pulling on the ends to tighten the knot?"
"Basically." Nodding. "Tightening it that way works well, and tighter is better."
"Oh." Doing a slight squirm, emphasising the point of my own tightly pinned and bound body. "Indeed."
Alex laughing, bringing her legs, ankles pinned together as she bends at the knees, bringing ankles close to wrists.
"I can just about tie my ankles and wrists." Looking at me. "Like this."
"Right." Nodding, distracted by the on and off flash of black underwear I keep seeing, as Alex wriggles her- pretend -bound limbs.
Missing the wider picture completely, for now.
"Yeah." Climbing off the bed, bending to work her skirt down and off, placing it in the wardrobe and shutting the doors. "You know," smile suddenly appeared, a teasing playful thing that makes my belly flip flop, "I could show you?"
Pausing, both of us. Alex glancing at the ceiling, the door. Which I blink at, unsure.
Picking up and stabbing her phone awake, as though the answer will come through there. But, no.
It seems Alex's question, wasn't a question.
"Or," shrugging, "not. Still. May-"
"-You're naked?" Blurting out what I've only just realised.
Slow, Sammy, real slow.
"I'm," looking down at herself, "what?"
"Well." Blushing, both at what I can see, and at my mistake. "Okay. But...."
Not naked, but Alex is now equally as exposed as me. Black thong, the triangle small enough at the front and likely even less behind, the waistband nothing more then an elasticated strip. Her own bra white too, a plunge like mine with half lace cups, but so much more filled out, Alex's E's noticeably larger of course, her cleavage like a deep valley.
"I'm curious, is all."
"Curious?" Which I needn't of asked, because she's already climbing into my leggings.
Watching, then, unable to do anything else and protesting seems silly. Stupid. Watching as Alex dresses in my uniform, even my socks and boots, laced up. Shirt closed and tie knotted. Transformed into a Tower Hill girl, and it's kind of spooky, weird to see.
"How do I look?"
"Well...." Watching the shift of her, turning left and right. Admiring herself in the full length wall mounted mirror, glancing at me. Slim, like me, but taller. Filling the blue shirt out far better then me, and you can see my bust, but you can see Alex's more.
"Suits you."
"Fuck off." Flipping me off whilst laughing.
And what happens next, because it feels like the right moment, now, to ask?
It's possible Alex forgot to lock her door. So some other St Christopher's girl could come in (A) and mistake Alex for a Tower Hill student. Binding and gagging her before Alex can point out the truth of things.
Or most likely the door is locked, and maybe (B) Alex climbs onto the bed, showing me some self bondage.
Or this was all just a distraction, Alex puts her own uniform back on and (C) leaves, abandoning me.
"All alone."
"Dddrrrfffgggg." Head lifted up off the bed to better see Alex, leaning against her closed door, arms crossed beneath her large bust.
Nervous. Excited.
Not sure if I'm nervous because suddenly it's only the two of us, or due to my being tightly spread tied to Alex's bed, or the fact I'm helpless- haven't properly checked, yet, but I expect I am whilst dressed in nothing more then a white lace bra and grey cotton pants.
Not sure if I'm excited because I'm- most likely -helpless and therefore at Alex's mercy, or due to my almost complete lack of clothes around another girl who isn't a friend.
Either way, my insides are at war.
"You know what." Suddenly in motion, striding forwards, towards the bed. Towards.
"Ffgggdddmm." Ffuuuuuuucck, towards me and I panic, yanking at the ropes, shaking my head and suddenly I don't want to know where this leads.
Completely missing whatever else Alex says, shift of the mattress bringing me back, blinking, finding her sat, perched beside me. Small smile, almost friendly?
"Because they didn't say, right?"
"Gghhdddfff?" What?
"Exactly." Nodding. "Fuck em. I'm taking it off, so we can talk."
Leaning in and I go still, limp. Halfway convinced she's taking my bra, nipples- fucking traitors we're supposed to be scared, not excited -leaping to stabbing attention. Tensing, breath held but all Alex does is remove my gag.
Giving me a frown as she straightens back up, tossing the scarf away.
"Better?"
"What?"
"Is it," smiling now, "bet-"
"-Please don't take off my bra."
"Really?" Laughing, at me, not unkind. Amused.
"What a bizarre idea."
"Please."
"Thought never occurred to me." Waving it away, swatting the air.
"I'm Alex."
"Oh. I know."
"Yes." Glancing at the door, the road travelled. "Guess you do?"
"Right, sorry." My turn to laugh, too nervous, too high. "Sammy."
"Comfortable, Sammy?"
"Fucking." Looking at each of my bound wrists, stretched arms in turn, back at Alex. "Really?"
"Right." Laughing, gentle and wow aren't we fast becoming friends here. "Sorry."
"Except you're not."
"No?"
"Otherwise you'd let me go."
"Busted." Grinning, standing up and beginning to walk idle half circles and patterns around the small floor space of her room.
Glancing at me often, clearly enjoying the sight and I suppose you would. I suppose I would were our roles reversed, or if I'd bound and half stripped Lucinda, for instance.
After all, a bra and pants hardly covers much of me. I'm basically all exposed skin here, saving my crotch, and breasts. But the bra does an amazing job of hugging my C cups, the half lace showing shadowed skin beneath, the tops, my cleavage visible.
Plus the bondage helps, I assume? No doubt for someone into it, having me stretched out and obviously unable to move, to do more then squrim, it must add to the visual appeal of Alex's view.
"You could let me go?" I venture, not even sure if I want her to let me go. Not even sure why I don't? Alex giving me a look, a hard stare and she's right.
It isn't up to us, and I wasn't actually asking, so it doesn't count.
"I've tied myself up."
"You did?" Shocked, head up off the bed to stare, Alex nodding. Small blush rising up her neck and onto both cheeks.
"Few times." Bending to remove each shoe in turn, opening her wardrobe and placing both low down, the open door preventing my seeing exactly where. "With rope."
"What else could you use?"
Shrugging in response. Doesn't know or doesn't care, slipping off her tie, reaching in to- it appears -hang it.
"Legs are easy, of course."
"Oh." Nodding. "Of course."
"Wait." Stepping back and turning to stare at me, shirt completely open, slash of pale skin visible in the gap. "Are you taking the piss?"
"Trying to."
Brief moment of silence, and then we're both laughing. Becoming friends, see.
"Legs." Shirt in the wardrobe, bending to pull off each sock in turn, slapping at her legs with both as they dangle from her right hand. "Because I can easy bend and shit."
"Right?" Frowning. "I. Guess." I suppose? "It'd be easy enough to bind your own legs, if you knew how."
"Internet." Another shrug.
"Wrists are easier in front." Socks in one of her bedside drawer units two top drawers. Slamming it and climbing up to sit on the bed, managing to occupy the space between where my arm stretches up and my leg points down. "Because you can bite at the rope." Showing me, miming: wrists held crossed, held up to her mouth and miming biting down on rope, tugging, pulling her wrists downwards.
"So." Thinking, frowning. "Holding the rope in your teeth and. Pulling on the ends to tighten the knot?"
"Basically." Nodding. "Tightening it that way works well, and tighter is better."
"Oh." Doing a slight squirm, emphasising the point of my own tightly pinned and bound body. "Indeed."
Alex laughing, bringing her legs, ankles pinned together as she bends at the knees, bringing ankles close to wrists.
"I can just about tie my ankles and wrists." Looking at me. "Like this."
"Right." Nodding, distracted by the on and off flash of black underwear I keep seeing, as Alex wriggles her- pretend -bound limbs.
Missing the wider picture completely, for now.
"Yeah." Climbing off the bed, bending to work her skirt down and off, placing it in the wardrobe and shutting the doors. "You know," smile suddenly appeared, a teasing playful thing that makes my belly flip flop, "I could show you?"
Pausing, both of us. Alex glancing at the ceiling, the door. Which I blink at, unsure.
Picking up and stabbing her phone awake, as though the answer will come through there. But, no.
It seems Alex's question, wasn't a question.
"Or," shrugging, "not. Still. May-"
"-You're naked?" Blurting out what I've only just realised.
Slow, Sammy, real slow.
"I'm," looking down at herself, "what?"
"Well." Blushing, both at what I can see, and at my mistake. "Okay. But...."
Not naked, but Alex is now equally as exposed as me. Black thong, the triangle small enough at the front and likely even less behind, the waistband nothing more then an elasticated strip. Her own bra white too, a plunge like mine with half lace cups, but so much more filled out, Alex's E's noticeably larger of course, her cleavage like a deep valley.
"I'm curious, is all."
"Curious?" Which I needn't of asked, because she's already climbing into my leggings.
Watching, then, unable to do anything else and protesting seems silly. Stupid. Watching as Alex dresses in my uniform, even my socks and boots, laced up. Shirt closed and tie knotted. Transformed into a Tower Hill girl, and it's kind of spooky, weird to see.
"How do I look?"
"Well...." Watching the shift of her, turning left and right. Admiring herself in the full length wall mounted mirror, glancing at me. Slim, like me, but taller. Filling the blue shirt out far better then me, and you can see my bust, but you can see Alex's more.
"Suits you."
"Fuck off." Flipping me off whilst laughing.
And what happens next, because it feels like the right moment, now, to ask?
It's possible Alex forgot to lock her door. So some other St Christopher's girl could come in (A) and mistake Alex for a Tower Hill student. Binding and gagging her before Alex can point out the truth of things.
Or most likely the door is locked, and maybe (B) Alex climbs onto the bed, showing me some self bondage.
Or this was all just a distraction, Alex puts her own uniform back on and (C) leaves, abandoning me.
My C Her E
Oh absolutely A.
Bra cup/breast sizes, and usually I'll write cup, after the letter but sometimes the sentence works better if I don't.WhereAmI wrote: 2 weeks ago
But, but, but what's a C and what's an E? Enquiring minds want to know?
My C Her E
A is smaller, up through C and so on towards E and higher still.
015.
Sudden rush of air and I look up, startled. And Alex turns, startled. Both of us discovering a girl, in the actual room and holding the- impossibly open -door.
"Hey is anyone in here, you forgot to lock...." Looking up, now that she's already inside. "Your...." Blinking, as we two blink back. "Door...?"
Letting go the door, fingers gone limp and sliding off, arm falling to her side. Another Prefect, judging by the blue tie, those yellow bands bracketing the cross. Sixteen, and a size twelve, curves drawn inwards down passed the stomach, back out around the butt, upper legs. Body like an hourglass. Busty, which apparently is a requirement here, this girls E cups looking slightly less ridiculous then Alex's given her slightly larger frame. Bright, almost dyed red and maybe it is, hair.
Watching, somewhat of a helpless observer given my roped state, and I see the newcomers face cycle rapidly through surprise and confusion.
To anger, as she launches into the room, at Alex.
"No, wait. Chelgggmmmdddsssttt." Words, what sounds like a name, cut off as Alex is knocked to the floor, the new arrivals hand plastered over her mouth.
Straining to look, to see. Head up off the bed, shoulders lifted arms pulled tight to the point of hurting, but I want to see.
And it's all very one sided. Maybe the new girl is stronger? Or possibly she just caught Alex off guard, knocking both the wind and the fight from her, disorientating her? Or, even, given what we've just been talking about, it's possible Alex wants to be bested, to be tied up?
Probably wishing she didn't want to, wasn't caught out, though, given how extreme the new girl is being.
Arms yanked and bound behind, at wrists and elbows, pinned together. Alex's wrists are secured by a rope wrapped above her breasts, whilst the elbows have an additional rope stretching down and wrapping Alex's waist. The whole forcing her hands flat to the small of her back, palms down fingers splayed out left and right. Effectively forcing Alex's arms to bend, to jut up and then back down quite savagely, looking bizarrely like wings.
Legs rope pinned side by side, bound at the ankles, knees and upper thighs. Ankles pulled at and reeled in, more rope to hogtie her. Tightly, moaning and whimpering as her back is forcibly bent, arched, ankles tied off to elbows.
Gagged with the same scarf used on me, teeth biting down on the knot.
Lifted, with some effort the new girl lifts Alex up off the floor, dumping her on the bedside drawer unit, just about long and wide enough to accommodate a skinny, tightly hogtied girl. Alex moaning, small struggles, testing out the ropes, her bindings. Laid on her side face right next to the bed, breasts thrusting forward, bouncing and shifting beneath my- borrowed, stolen? -shirt as she wriggles.
Very obviously not escaping.
Alex's face right there, staring at me as I stare back, powerless to look away. Feeling strangely guilty, of all things, that she's bound instead of- yes I'm bound to but still -me, due to my uniform. The clear misunderstanding and probably they'll both laugh about it later.
Likely whilst I'm still laid here, bound and by that point probably gagged too.
Unable to tear my eyes off her for another reason though: she looks incredible, the way not just my uniform but the ropes hug her skinny curves, accentuating them almost. And I don't care a fuck for girls.
I think?
But she looks.
Pretty, I'd almost say.
"Hey." Having to click her fingers to draw my attention. "Girl."
"Wha...." Blinking and focusing on her. "Um...."
"Michelle." A nod, followed by a shrug. "Chelle."
"Dddffflllggggmmmmnnnnrrrrrrrr."
"Shut up." Taking a pace to her left and swatting. Spanking, with some force Alex's butt cheek.
Smiling as Alex let's loose a muffled scream of mixed shock and discomfort.
"Tower Hill girl."
"Yes?"
"What?"
"Oh." Almost got into trouble, answering when I shouldn't. "Sorry. Um, I'm Sammy."
"Sammy." Nodding, not seeming in the least suspicious.
"I'm one of the Pyre Prefects." Gesturing, and it makes sense, then, if I'm not from her building she doesn't see my not belonging. "Doing a sweep as a favour."
"Yes." Nodding, body tingling, feeling so close to imminent doom. "Right."
"Want to tell me what happened?"
"Well...."
Feeling guilty, feeling a little bit sorry for her I might just (A) tell the truth, so Alex gets freed, and I don't, and Chelle leaves.
Or on the opposite end (B) lie, meaning I get freed, and Alex doesn't, instead Chelle takes her away. Evidence or some other crap.
Or, still telling huge lies but (C) this time Chelle frees me, and leaves, and Alex is still in the room, tied and gagged.
Sudden rush of air and I look up, startled. And Alex turns, startled. Both of us discovering a girl, in the actual room and holding the- impossibly open -door.
"Hey is anyone in here, you forgot to lock...." Looking up, now that she's already inside. "Your...." Blinking, as we two blink back. "Door...?"
Letting go the door, fingers gone limp and sliding off, arm falling to her side. Another Prefect, judging by the blue tie, those yellow bands bracketing the cross. Sixteen, and a size twelve, curves drawn inwards down passed the stomach, back out around the butt, upper legs. Body like an hourglass. Busty, which apparently is a requirement here, this girls E cups looking slightly less ridiculous then Alex's given her slightly larger frame. Bright, almost dyed red and maybe it is, hair.
Watching, somewhat of a helpless observer given my roped state, and I see the newcomers face cycle rapidly through surprise and confusion.
To anger, as she launches into the room, at Alex.
"No, wait. Chelgggmmmdddsssttt." Words, what sounds like a name, cut off as Alex is knocked to the floor, the new arrivals hand plastered over her mouth.
Straining to look, to see. Head up off the bed, shoulders lifted arms pulled tight to the point of hurting, but I want to see.
And it's all very one sided. Maybe the new girl is stronger? Or possibly she just caught Alex off guard, knocking both the wind and the fight from her, disorientating her? Or, even, given what we've just been talking about, it's possible Alex wants to be bested, to be tied up?
Probably wishing she didn't want to, wasn't caught out, though, given how extreme the new girl is being.
Arms yanked and bound behind, at wrists and elbows, pinned together. Alex's wrists are secured by a rope wrapped above her breasts, whilst the elbows have an additional rope stretching down and wrapping Alex's waist. The whole forcing her hands flat to the small of her back, palms down fingers splayed out left and right. Effectively forcing Alex's arms to bend, to jut up and then back down quite savagely, looking bizarrely like wings.
Legs rope pinned side by side, bound at the ankles, knees and upper thighs. Ankles pulled at and reeled in, more rope to hogtie her. Tightly, moaning and whimpering as her back is forcibly bent, arched, ankles tied off to elbows.
Gagged with the same scarf used on me, teeth biting down on the knot.
Lifted, with some effort the new girl lifts Alex up off the floor, dumping her on the bedside drawer unit, just about long and wide enough to accommodate a skinny, tightly hogtied girl. Alex moaning, small struggles, testing out the ropes, her bindings. Laid on her side face right next to the bed, breasts thrusting forward, bouncing and shifting beneath my- borrowed, stolen? -shirt as she wriggles.
Very obviously not escaping.
Alex's face right there, staring at me as I stare back, powerless to look away. Feeling strangely guilty, of all things, that she's bound instead of- yes I'm bound to but still -me, due to my uniform. The clear misunderstanding and probably they'll both laugh about it later.
Likely whilst I'm still laid here, bound and by that point probably gagged too.
Unable to tear my eyes off her for another reason though: she looks incredible, the way not just my uniform but the ropes hug her skinny curves, accentuating them almost. And I don't care a fuck for girls.
I think?
But she looks.
Pretty, I'd almost say.
"Hey." Having to click her fingers to draw my attention. "Girl."
"Wha...." Blinking and focusing on her. "Um...."
"Michelle." A nod, followed by a shrug. "Chelle."
"Dddffflllggggmmmmnnnnrrrrrrrr."
"Shut up." Taking a pace to her left and swatting. Spanking, with some force Alex's butt cheek.
Smiling as Alex let's loose a muffled scream of mixed shock and discomfort.
"Tower Hill girl."
"Yes?"
"What?"
"Oh." Almost got into trouble, answering when I shouldn't. "Sorry. Um, I'm Sammy."
"Sammy." Nodding, not seeming in the least suspicious.
"I'm one of the Pyre Prefects." Gesturing, and it makes sense, then, if I'm not from her building she doesn't see my not belonging. "Doing a sweep as a favour."
"Yes." Nodding, body tingling, feeling so close to imminent doom. "Right."
"Want to tell me what happened?"
"Well...."
Feeling guilty, feeling a little bit sorry for her I might just (A) tell the truth, so Alex gets freed, and I don't, and Chelle leaves.
Or on the opposite end (B) lie, meaning I get freed, and Alex doesn't, instead Chelle takes her away. Evidence or some other crap.
Or, still telling huge lies but (C) this time Chelle frees me, and leaves, and Alex is still in the room, tied and gagged.
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C or B, C or B, C or B. I hate having to make decisions.
B or C, B or C, B or C. I Hate decisions.
Let it be
That was so hard I better have a
🌶 to calm me down.
B or C, B or C, B or C. I Hate decisions.
Let it be
That was so hard I better have a
🌶 to calm me down.To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME
A please.
But regardless of who ends up tied up, that person should be moved to another hiding place as soon as possible, now that it's been discovered
But regardless of who ends up tied up, that person should be moved to another hiding place as soon as possible, now that it's been discovered
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I'll go with A as well.
