Rachel and Emily

[twistedsmile]

F/f,sbf,cuff,gag,stuck,caught,reluct,X


"Funny story." Rachel couldn't believe her luck. "Those keys don't actually unlock those cuffs."

Rachel figured that Emily was a sensible sort of person, who wouldn't try on a pair of handcuffs without a key to let herself out. But Rachel didn't want to leave the real key - she didn't want Emily to actually let herself out. Rachel had taken a gamble.

"You probably should have checked that before you tried them on."

Her plan had worked perfectly.

"I'm really sorry, Rachel," said Emily, her eyes fixed on her cuffed wrists, too ashamed to look Rachel in the eyes. "I know I shouldn't have been going through your things. I just got so curious."

"Well then." Rachel put on her most authoritative voice. "Since you are such a curious little mouse, perhaps I should show you what this stuff is all about."

Emily was a meek girl. Bookish. With curly blonde hair, and big glasses that exaggerated her eyes, making her look like a deer in headlights. When they met, an image flashed through Rachel's mind - Emily tied to her bed, those big eyes staring up at her, begging. She pushed the thought down. She needed a roommate. She needed someone to share the rent. And she wanted this specific girl so badly to be her roommate. She wasn't going to let her sick desires scare this sweet, innocent girl away.

Rachel loved reading smut. She loved the stories about the girl who goes snooping through her roommate's things. The girl finds a pair of handcuffs and she just has to try them on. She was just so curious, you know, she couldn't help herself. Then the roommate - then Rachel, she would come home to find Emily like that, like a mouse in a trap. And she would have so much fun playing with her.

From time to time, Rachel would bring home dates. She liked to chain them up, and when she spanked them, when she fucked them, a part of her wanted to make as much noise as she could - so loud that Emily had to hear it. At least, that's what she hoped for. She wanted to make Emily curious. But if Emily did hear, she was too sweet and too polite to ever say anything about it.

One day, as Rachel was heading out, she realised she had left a pair of handcuffs hanging off the bedframe. A wicked impulse came over her, and she decided to leave the cuffs there, and left her bedroom door ajar - just wide enough that Emily would surely see the cuffs if she happened to walk past and glance inside. Maybe, she thought... Rachel came home, disappointed to find that the handcuffs were empty, hanging right where she left them. But her bedroom door had been pulled closed.

A couple of months later, and Rachel came home from work early to find Emily sitting on Rachel's bed. Emily's face was bright red and her hands were trembling as she tried desperately to make the key unlock the cuffs around her wrists.

"Isn't this a pleasant surprise."

Rachel was trying her best to play it cool, but her heart felt like it was going to explode. Emily, this sweet little mouse, had fallen right into Rachel's trap - and now Rachel had to figure out what she was going to do about it. She grabbed Emily's cuffs by the chain, and pulled them up towards the crossbar at the head of her bed. Emily was pulled onto her back, now fully laid on Rachel's bed.

"Hey! What are you--" Emily tried to protest.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Rachel grabbed another pair of cuffs from her bedside draw, and looped them around Emily's cuffs, locking her arms above her head. "Isn't this why you put those cuffs on in the first place?"

Rachel was almost disappointed to have to remove Emily's glasses, and lose those big doe eyes. But then she saw the way Emily's pupils dilated, trying to focus on Rachel's face. She reminded Rachel of a Disney princess. God, she thought, don't let me fall in love just like that. It was too soon. And she wanted to do such terrible things to Emily.

"You wanted to know what it's like, right?"

Emily demurred. She wanted to know what Rachel did with all those men and women she brought home; why they all made so much noise. But she didn't want to be like them. Did she?

Rachel had pulled out another of her toys. "Do you know what this is?" she said, holding it up for Emily to see.

Emily squinted, trying to make her eyes focus. "N-no..." All she could make out was a blur of black and red.

Rachel hesitated. Could she really do this? This was probably crossing a line. And yet, this might be her only chance. After this, Emily would probably want to move out, and Rachel would never see those big beautiful eyes again. She pulled Emily's mouth open with surprising ease, and delighted in hearing Emily let out a moan of surprise as she pushed the red silicon ball past her teeth. She lifted Emily's head, reaching her hands under the mounds of curls, to buckle the straps of the gag behind her head.

"Now, little mouse, I need to go run some errands. I won't be more than an hour or two. That should give you plenty of time to get used to the feeling of being in bondage."

Emily's eyes went wide at the thought of being trapped like that for TWO HOURS. Rachel was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. There's that deer-in-headlights look, she thought. Emily's face, awash in a sea of blonde curls, the stark red ball gag between her lips. And those eyes... It was too much for Rachel's heart.

She slammed a key down onto the bedside table, loud enough to startle Emily. "Or... If you really want to get out, I've left the key right here on the bedside table." It really was the right key this time. But Rachel knew full well that there was no way Emily could reach it.

"If you're still here when I get back," Rachel said as she left the room, "I'll introduce you to some of my other toys..."

Rachel walked down the corridor to the sound of Emily calling out noises that might have been "wait, please" and "I'm sorry". She couldn't bear to leave her. She opened the front door and slammed it shut again, then took off her shoes and tiptoed back towards the bedroom. She sat on the floor of the corridor, across the hall from her open bedroom door. Chained down on her back and without her glasses, Emily couldn't see Rachel, but Rachel had a fantastic view of Emily as she wriggled and strained against her bonds; trying hopelessly to reach the key.

One hour. She had to wait at least one hour. One hour to enjoy just watching Emily, finally in bondage, finally at Rachel's mercy. One hour to think about what she was going to do next. She looked at her watch. Just one hour...

[twistedsmile]

I was reading some old "caught in self-bondage" stories on the plaza, and there's a particular genre (which the above story describes) of the curious vanilla person getting stuck in their roommate's toys. The roommate then discovers them and immediately starts acting like a Dom(me).

All the one's I've seen are told from the sub's perspective; which makes sense, they are self-bondage stories, after all. The roommate is then more of a plot device - the consequence of curiosity, and the satisfaction of the MC's hidden desires.

I was thinking about what one of those stories might look like from the other side - the Domme's perspective - and was inspired to write this story. It's more of a proof-of-concept than a full story, which is why I posted it here. I might re-write it into a full story/series if I get a good enough plot idea. You never know.

An interesting thing I ran into when writing this was consent. When writing one of these stories from the sub's perspective, you can handwave away the consent issue by having the MC reluctant at first but eventually (in their head) admitting that they're actually enjoying it. You can also go non-consensual, and because the story is told from the sub's perspective there's a tacit assumption that this is what is actually desired (by the author/readers imagining themselves in the MC's position).

From the Domme's perspective, the Domme can't (and shouldn't) assume consent. And going non-consensual in this case feels a lot more sinister/problematic. That's kind of why this story stops where it does - we're right up to the line.

The other thing about these stories is, told from the sub's perspective there's this constant building of tension - the curiosity, marvelling at these mysterious toys, the temptation to try them, the realisation that you're trapped, the approach of the discoverer, and the fear at what they might do now that you're helpless to resist.

It's hard to build tension in the opposite direction - especially if the Domme just one day discovers their roommate already trapped. That's why this story frames Rachel more like a hunter, laying a trap for Emily. But it's still not building tension. It's more like... anticipation. Hope.

Perhaps it would work better to write the story inter-cutting between both perspectives. But that might defeat the purpose. I dunno.