The morning after (F/F)
Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2025 10:19 am
Jan blinked against the harsh light stabbing her eyes. Her head throbbed like a bass drum. Something felt wrong. Deeply wrong. Her arms wouldn’t move right. She tried to rub her eyes. Couldn’t. Rough fabric bit into her wrists, holding her arms pinned brhind her back. Panic flared hot in her chest.
She thrashed. Her naked skin scraped against coarse sheets. A muffled cry died against the thick cloth crammed in her mouth. The gag tasted of cotton and salt. Sweat. Her sweat? Sticky tape covered her face and pulled at her skin as she tried to spit the cloth out. She kicked out, legs tangling in thin blankets, tied together at ankles and knees, heels digging uselessly into the mattress. The bed frame groaned under her weight.
The door opened without a sound. A woman stood there. Tall, whip-thin, flame-red hair falling in messy waves around pale shoulders. She wore only a pair of high-waisted black latex knickers that gleamed under the room’s harsh light. Her expression was cool, detached, like she was examining a specimen. She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms, raising her naked boobs, the movement highlighting the sharp angles of her collarbones.
Jan froze, her frantic struggles dying mid-twist. Recognition sparked through the fog of panic and last night's champagne haze. *The art gallery opening.* This woman – Lily? Lila? – had been there. Vivid snippets flashed: leaning close near a pretentious sculpture, whispering conspiratorially about the host’s terrible taste, her breath warm and smelling faintly of gin. A shared laugh, a touch that lingered too long on Jan’s arm near the coat check. Had they left together? The memory dissolved like smoke.
Andomeda! They had admired the picture togeter. The naked curvy greek goddess, painted in more aluring pale north European tones. Jan had joked about hiw chubby she looked. Like her. Lila had joked about how Jan would look, chained naked to a rock awaiting the monster. Had jan confessed her fantasy?
“Good morning Andromeda!” She had.
The redhead stepped fully into the room, the door clicking shut behind her. Her bare feet made no sound on the thin carpet. She stopped beside the bed, looking down at Jan. Her eyes, a startlingly pale green, traced the lines of the ropes digging into Jan’s soft flesh, the swell of her breasts pressed against the tight coils, the frantic rise and fall of her stomach. A slow, deliberate smile curved her lips, utterly devoid of warmth. “Comfortable?” she purred, her voice low and smooth like velvet dragged over stone. She reached out, not touching Jan, but letting her fingertips hover inches above the older woman’s trembling thigh. The faint scent of latex and something sharp, like ozone, hung in the air. She traced the ropes around the older woman’s stomach, where they joined and dived into the crack between her thighs.
Jan flinched away as far as the bonds allowed, a strangled whimper escaping the gag. Her mind raced, clawing back through the champagne haze of the gallery opening. The shared jokes about the Andromeda painting, the way Lila’s (yes, Lila!) gaze had lingered on her curves, the hushed confession near the overflowing ashtray: *“Sometimes I imagine… chained. Exposed. Utterly helpless.”* Jan had blamed the wine, the heady atmosphere, the thrill of being desired. Now, naked and bound, the memory felt like ice water dumped down her spine. Her own foolish words echoed in her skull. She had said she wanted to be Andromeda, but she hadn't meant *this*. She hadn't meant Lila as the monster.
Lila’s hovering fingers finally made contact, tracing a cold, deliberate path along the rope bisecting Jan’s inner thigh. The latex of her knickers creaked faintly as she leaned closer, her breath a warm puff against Jan’s sweat-slicked neck. "You were quite vocal about your fantasy, darling," Lila murmured, her voice a low purr that vibrated uncomfortably in the small space. "All that talk of helplessness, of surrender…" Her pale green eyes scanned Jan’s flushed face, the panic widening her eyes. "I simply decided to… facilitate."
Jan thrashed her head, trying to dislodge the proximity, the implication. The gag muffled her furious denial, turning it into a pathetic whine. Memories sharpened: Lila refilling her champagne flute one too many times, the dizzying sensation of being steered towards the exit, a whispered promise of "something exquisite" back at her place. Had the door closed behind them with this chilling finality?
“And now the seamonster has come to take you.”
Lila’s smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth. Her fingers drifted higher, tracing the rope that disappeared between Jan’s thighs, the latex of her knickers cool and unyielding against Jan’s trembling skin. The deliberate pressure wasn’t painful, not yet, but it was possessive. Claiming. Jan’s breath hitched, her body arching instinctively away only to be yanked back by the unforgiving ropes. The coarse fibers burned where they dug into her wrists, a raw counterpoint to the cold dread pooling low in her belly. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the predatory stillness of the woman leaning over her.
Lila’s fingers vanished between Jan’s thighs and her lips closed around her voluminour left breast. Her tongue flicked against the engorged nipple and a dhiver ran down Jan’s spine as she let out a deep,sensuous moan.
“Dont try to tell me you aren’t enjoying tjis. Yiur body betrsys you.” She wafter her sticky fingers fresh from Jans thighs under the bound woman’s nose. “Admit to yiursekf. This is what you want. This is what yiu always wanted. Naked, bound, helpless, vulnerable, unable to refuse. With the hottest sea serpent this side of Neptunes Throne.”
Teeth closed on Jan’s nipple as her body dtiffened snd she screamed into the sticky wet folds if her gag.
She thrashed. Her naked skin scraped against coarse sheets. A muffled cry died against the thick cloth crammed in her mouth. The gag tasted of cotton and salt. Sweat. Her sweat? Sticky tape covered her face and pulled at her skin as she tried to spit the cloth out. She kicked out, legs tangling in thin blankets, tied together at ankles and knees, heels digging uselessly into the mattress. The bed frame groaned under her weight.
The door opened without a sound. A woman stood there. Tall, whip-thin, flame-red hair falling in messy waves around pale shoulders. She wore only a pair of high-waisted black latex knickers that gleamed under the room’s harsh light. Her expression was cool, detached, like she was examining a specimen. She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms, raising her naked boobs, the movement highlighting the sharp angles of her collarbones.
Jan froze, her frantic struggles dying mid-twist. Recognition sparked through the fog of panic and last night's champagne haze. *The art gallery opening.* This woman – Lily? Lila? – had been there. Vivid snippets flashed: leaning close near a pretentious sculpture, whispering conspiratorially about the host’s terrible taste, her breath warm and smelling faintly of gin. A shared laugh, a touch that lingered too long on Jan’s arm near the coat check. Had they left together? The memory dissolved like smoke.
Andomeda! They had admired the picture togeter. The naked curvy greek goddess, painted in more aluring pale north European tones. Jan had joked about hiw chubby she looked. Like her. Lila had joked about how Jan would look, chained naked to a rock awaiting the monster. Had jan confessed her fantasy?
“Good morning Andromeda!” She had.
The redhead stepped fully into the room, the door clicking shut behind her. Her bare feet made no sound on the thin carpet. She stopped beside the bed, looking down at Jan. Her eyes, a startlingly pale green, traced the lines of the ropes digging into Jan’s soft flesh, the swell of her breasts pressed against the tight coils, the frantic rise and fall of her stomach. A slow, deliberate smile curved her lips, utterly devoid of warmth. “Comfortable?” she purred, her voice low and smooth like velvet dragged over stone. She reached out, not touching Jan, but letting her fingertips hover inches above the older woman’s trembling thigh. The faint scent of latex and something sharp, like ozone, hung in the air. She traced the ropes around the older woman’s stomach, where they joined and dived into the crack between her thighs.
Jan flinched away as far as the bonds allowed, a strangled whimper escaping the gag. Her mind raced, clawing back through the champagne haze of the gallery opening. The shared jokes about the Andromeda painting, the way Lila’s (yes, Lila!) gaze had lingered on her curves, the hushed confession near the overflowing ashtray: *“Sometimes I imagine… chained. Exposed. Utterly helpless.”* Jan had blamed the wine, the heady atmosphere, the thrill of being desired. Now, naked and bound, the memory felt like ice water dumped down her spine. Her own foolish words echoed in her skull. She had said she wanted to be Andromeda, but she hadn't meant *this*. She hadn't meant Lila as the monster.
Lila’s hovering fingers finally made contact, tracing a cold, deliberate path along the rope bisecting Jan’s inner thigh. The latex of her knickers creaked faintly as she leaned closer, her breath a warm puff against Jan’s sweat-slicked neck. "You were quite vocal about your fantasy, darling," Lila murmured, her voice a low purr that vibrated uncomfortably in the small space. "All that talk of helplessness, of surrender…" Her pale green eyes scanned Jan’s flushed face, the panic widening her eyes. "I simply decided to… facilitate."
Jan thrashed her head, trying to dislodge the proximity, the implication. The gag muffled her furious denial, turning it into a pathetic whine. Memories sharpened: Lila refilling her champagne flute one too many times, the dizzying sensation of being steered towards the exit, a whispered promise of "something exquisite" back at her place. Had the door closed behind them with this chilling finality?
“And now the seamonster has come to take you.”
Lila’s smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth. Her fingers drifted higher, tracing the rope that disappeared between Jan’s thighs, the latex of her knickers cool and unyielding against Jan’s trembling skin. The deliberate pressure wasn’t painful, not yet, but it was possessive. Claiming. Jan’s breath hitched, her body arching instinctively away only to be yanked back by the unforgiving ropes. The coarse fibers burned where they dug into her wrists, a raw counterpoint to the cold dread pooling low in her belly. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the predatory stillness of the woman leaning over her.
Lila’s fingers vanished between Jan’s thighs and her lips closed around her voluminour left breast. Her tongue flicked against the engorged nipple and a dhiver ran down Jan’s spine as she let out a deep,sensuous moan.
“Dont try to tell me you aren’t enjoying tjis. Yiur body betrsys you.” She wafter her sticky fingers fresh from Jans thighs under the bound woman’s nose. “Admit to yiursekf. This is what you want. This is what yiu always wanted. Naked, bound, helpless, vulnerable, unable to refuse. With the hottest sea serpent this side of Neptunes Throne.”
Teeth closed on Jan’s nipple as her body dtiffened snd she screamed into the sticky wet folds if her gag.