Part 1:
This was Heather's time. The time she cherished more then any other. This was her time to be bound and helpless. Everyday between 5:30 and 7:15, that was her time to be alone, to take the time to bind herself, and to pleasure herself. Heather would long for this time pocket through out the days during her grueling and dull classes. She would wait impatiently for her roommate Beth to leave to her night class. Once the tall blonde would leave to spend the next hour drawing, once the room to room clicked shut, Heather would bounce to life and rush to her hidden treasure under the bed. Tonight was no different.
Heather's arm reached it's full length to get to the chest that held her secret. As soon as her figures found the worn and tattered box, a giggle escaped from Heather as she dragged it out. With a swift heave the box mad its way on top of the brunette's bed. The lid came flying off and Heather went to work. The first thing to go were the loose fitted PJs that were covering the short college student. The bat cover flannel bottoms dropped to the floor with a matching baggy t-shit soon to fallow. Heather, now in her laced bra and panties, crawls her way next to her clearly well used box. She reached in to retrieve the first of many well organized coil of ropes. With a simple tug the coil unravelled and Heather went to work.
The first go around was always her favorite. The first touch from the ropes against Heather's skin always sent an overwhelming tingle throughout her. She purred and began to burry her ankles under strands. It didn't take her long to finish her first set, but she certainly took her time before starting the next one. Gently kicking in place, Heather reveled the harsh hold the ropes had over her. Feeling herself starting to swell Heather continued her bondage with more ropes over her bare legs.
After several several minutes Heather finished her rope work. She ran her hands over the length of her legs, touching the binds over her ankles, then the ones pinning her knees tightly together, and finally giving a soft tug at the strand wrapped around her now incredibly wet and swollen sex. She exhales a sigh of extreme pleasure, feeling her excitement build. The short brunette lays back onto the bed, twisting around in the ropes. She give another tug at the rope holding her crotch, this time a little harder. The shock hit her hard forcing her to grab shod of the bed as another moan flew past her lips.
Releasing her hold on the bed Heather used her hand to cover her mouth. With her fingers grasping her cheeks, her lips pressed hard against her sweaty palms, Heather gave a third tug at the rope. She screamed with pleasure as the knot she made in the center if the rope dug deep into her panties and sex. Heather's hand vibrated from her scream, the feeling was wonderful. She freed her mouth from her hand, panting with excitement. Trying to not get up from her spot, fearing that she might loosen the hold her rope had on her sex, Heather blindly reached back into her box. Straining her arm, Heather felt all round the box until her fingers came across a strip of fabric. She giggled to herself at her discovery and quickly pulled it out. Hanging above her was a simple strip of fabric that was knotted at the center, no unlike the rope that was rider deep in her wet sex. Slowly opening her mouth, Heather place the knot behind her teeth and carefully bit down. She lifted up her head to quickly tie it tightly in place completing her gag.
Dropping her head back down onto her pillow, Heather giggled once more as her frisky fingers travelled back down to the rope that, like her sex, was growing wet. She started tugging gently over and over rubbing the knot around her panties. Purring into her gag, loving the touch. Her free hand finds its way to her breast and starts to gingerly grope each one making her whole body swell. Heather takes her time playing with herself, before adding the final piece to bondage.
Heather reaches over to her box again and fishes around once more. It isn't long before her warm finger tips touch cold mettle. The cold send a cool chill down her arm as she picks up the hand cuffs. Swaying back and forth, Heather was able to make onto her stomach on her third try. Closing her eyes, she reaches behind her to meet with the cuffs. The cold circular mettle wraps around the first wrist and starts to close. The clicks from the cuff ring like thunder in her ears. With each snap the cuffs make, Heather's sex grows more wet. Soon Both wrists are imprisoned behind her completing Heather Bondage.
Bending her knees, Heather feels the ropes tighten over her exposed skin. The deny her almost all movement and loves everything about it. The rope sits wedged in her sex longing to be played with. She moans in frustration as Heather's fingers just miss the rope. The cuffs dig into her skin making it impossible to reach. The whole experience is torture. The hold of her bondage feels as though hundred of hands are groping her making her increasingly excited, but not so much to throw her over the edge. She screams into the knot blocking her moan, this only adds to the thrill. Heather rolls around on top of her tiny bed fighting her binds... and loving every second of it. Heather purrs into her gag at the thought that she'll be able to enjoy this, her bondage time, to herself for the next hour.
"Hey, they cancelled my class you wanna..." The door to the dorm swung open and in Walked Beth. Heather's heart started pounding at the sight of her room mate in the door way. The two stared at each other for what felt like hours. Finally a wicked smile spread across Beth's face. Heather's mind raced wondering what her blonde roommate could be thinking.