Double Bind

Chapter 1

Lauren snuggled into a large beanbag chair in the corner of her dorm room, with her white Macbook perched on her lap. She grabbed a magazine off her desk and put it under the laptop to insulate her legs from its hot underside. Even still, the temperature of her legs and thighs was slowly rising as the computer continued to heat. She was about half way through her first year of college, and had been lucky enough to be given a room to herself, which adjoined a common room shared by three other students.

The girl was grateful for the privacy, as she knew plenty of college kids who lived with one or even more than one roommate, and who had to resort to elaborate arrangements in order to have any time to themselves. Having her own room was especially helpful because her boyfriend Scott, a year older then her, still shared a dorm room with another guy. This way they could enjoy their sex life without having to worry about other people getting in the way of their plans.

It was a pity, Lauren thought to herself, that the advantages of the room had been going unused recently. Scott was away at a fencing tournament, and had been gone for the past three days. Prior to that, he'd been so busy with practice, and she had been so concerned with catching up for midterms, that they'd only had sex twice in as many weeks. Frustrated and horny, she found her mind frequently drifting from the paper on primate evolution that she was working on, and the internet was only a click away. Deciding that it would be better to clear her mind by giving herself over fully to pleasure, she grabbed her modestly-stowed rabbit-ears vibrator from its bedside hiding place in a sunglasses pouch, and settled back into her favorite chair.

Pulling off her jeans and tanktop, her left hand slunk its way up her slim torso and started to brush against her breasts. She set her laptop on one thigh and googled "ropemagic" without much deliberation. Clicking on the first search result brought her to a site that featured lots of young, thin, beautiful Japanese women artfully photographed in various states of undress. What was unusual about the site was that all of the women were bound in yards and yards of lightly colored rope. There were dozens of photo sets on the site, but the amazing thing about them was that every girl seemed to be tied differently. And, while some of the girls looked to be very tightly and restrictively bound indeed, others appeared to wear their ropes more as a form of decoration than as a means of restraint. They coiled around arms, legs, and stomachs; they framed smooth, heart-shaped asses; they even gently supported pert breasts, forming perfectly symmetric and elaborately knotted bras of rope. Lauren imagined struggling against carefully and securely wrapped bonds, and let herself give in to the sensations of the vibrator she was holding between her legs.

From a young age, Lauren had been unusually interested in bondage, without even realizing that there was anything particular about this or that it had a sexual element at all. She had always paid attention to cartoons featuring women with bound arms and legs and a cloth gag pulled between their lips. In high school, after her parents were asleep, she would lock her bedroom door and tie her arms and legs with scarves. One time, after seeing something similar online, she had pocketed a handful of clothespins from the laundry room, and then - with her ankles, knees, and thighs all tightly bound in silk scarves - she had taken two of the wooden pins and carefully placed them on her stiff, eagerly-awaiting nipples. It hurt, but she liked it. The feeling was strangely addictive, maybe because it seemed to produce not only a physical sensation but a kind of emotional longing as well. She left the pins on for a few minutes, relishing the mild jolts of pain as she hopped into the bathroom on her bound legs in order to admire her perky C-cup breasts and clamped nipples in the mirror over the sink. A heavy gasp accompanied her removal of the clamps, as blood returned to her flesh and brought an unexpected burn with it.

Lauren was lucky that her boyfriend seemed to enjoy bondage as well. She had been reluctant to even mention her interest at first, and she had never told him about her solo exploits, but the first time he (nervously) grabbed a couple of silk scarves from her closet and used them to tie her wrists to the headboard before going down on her for what felt like a deliciously long time, she reacted very well. She loved the way that the scarves pulled her arms above her head and spread them, exposing the smooth skin of her underarms, and making her feel vulnerable while at the same time giving her something to tug and struggle against. "You should do that more often," she purred at him as they cuddled, after several tremendous orgasms had radiated out from her engorged clit and shuddered through her body. "Go down on you?" he said, while she wriggled her hands out of the amateurly tied scarves. "No, silly. Tie me up," she replied. "And I won't break, you know. You can tie me a lot tighter than that."

That was all the encouragement Scott needed. He had been harboring bondage fantasies since he was a child, too, but he hadn't known how to bring them up. He thought they might scare Lauren away. Over the next few months the two of them experimented with bondage as often as they could. Sometimes it was as simple as her getting fucked in a spreadeagle position. Other times, he would hogtie her by wrapping her wrists and ankles and then looping another scarf around both coils. This was a great position to let her struggle around on the bed and turn herself on, as her breasts were squashed underneath her and her nipples rubbed against the soft covers.

Scott even went to a hardware store and bought about a hundred feet of rope, which he cut into smaller segments and used to tie her more securely. He was lucky to have been born with an intuitive spatial sense, and he'd been able to follow a decent online tutorial showing how to construct the shinju and box harness that so many good bondage sites seemed to use. She knew what this was, of course, as she'd seen it on many Japanese bondage models, but the first time that she found herself tightly restrained with wrists just above the small of her back, upper arms trapped at her sides, and breasts slightly squeezed by the top and bottom ropes that wrapped around her torso, she almost swooned from the surprising feelings of arousal and serenity that welled up in her. She loved the way that her slender body looked in the mirror when adorned by the ropes.

What Scott really wanted to do was to take the tie to the next level. There were two ten-foot pieces of quarter-inch thick rope in his bag of bondage tricks, and he could think of nothing better to do with them than to wrap one tightly around each of her jutting breasts. He knew it would squeeze the base of her tits and making the flesh bulge out, as he had seen in so many of the bondage pictures that could make him instantly hard when he looked at them. He thought about how he would love to to see his girlfriend with tightly cinched tits and clothespins on her erect nipples. With her arms strapped to her sides and her hands out of the way, he could force her petite body to her knees and hold onto the chest harness while she sucked on what he was sure would be his almost painfully hard cock. Or with her arms totally restrained, he could force her face-down onto the bed and penetrate her, or even, as he had long wanted to do, fuck her in her tight, firm ass.

But he couldn't do it. Tying her in playful or romantic ways was one thing, but subjecting her to the humiliating treatment that he yearned to try would probably scare her away. Not that he wanted to hurt her or upset her; in fact, the girls in the Hogtied pictures and the Sex and Submission movies all looked like they were incredibly aroused, and he thought that more serious bondage and sexual torment could help his girlfriend really let go and submit to her deepest erotic passion. Still, tying her tits like that and using clamps on her might make her think that he was some kind of sadist, and he was too embarrassed and worried to ask her about it.

Lauren, meanwhile, was finding herself in a near-constant state of erotic desire. The bondage they'd played with had been great, but it was tame compared to the stories she'd read and the pictures and videos she'd seen. Even relatively soft-core and "girl-oriented" stories like Terri and Jennifer's Bondage Adventures, which described the pleasurable bondage frolicking of a pair of lesbian friends and their cohorts, included more edgy things like ball gags, nipple clamps, and vibrating butt plugs. Bondage was turning into an escalating arms race for her, and now that she had started, she needed more. She wasn't ashamed of her more elaborate fantasies, as long as they remained in her head, but she was ashamed to talk about them and she didn't know what Scott would think. Would he really want to shove a vibrating plug in her ass and tie it in place with a crotch rope? Even if he would, she couldn't bring herself to say the words out loud. They were too embarrassing. Instead, she contented herself with mild "damsel in distress" bondage games, while letting her imagination run wild when she masturbated, thinking of being captured by a devious mind bent on extracting every bit of pleasure and pain from her body.