But you won’t wanna look in the box when I’m through

Anna invited me back to her dorm for “a cup of coffee”, and who am I to deny a lady her escort. I mean shit, she lived all the way on the other side of campus at Sutherland Hall. It was, to say the least, a long trek, but it was a warm clear night, and I had the company of a lovely lady.

We made small talk as we walked, but mostly she just clung to me like Glad Wrap; her arm around my waist, head nestled against my chest. Something about her replies was pensive, like she was vaguely afraid of something nebulous that she wasn’t even clear on. As we finally reached the top of the hill and started toward Sutherland’s lobby it finally hit me what it must be.

“Hold up,” I whispered to her as we stood in the floodlights outside the dorm. I turned to look at her, sliding one arm around her waist and gently cupping her chin with the other hand, “It’s ok. We don’t have to go any further than you want.”

She smiled and those blue eyes teared up a bit. “Thank you.” I lent in for what I’d intended to be a chaste kiss, but she gripped the back of my head and pulled me in for a few moments of hungry hard liplock.

After she pulled back, she took a second to compose herself and pulled out her student ID. The security guard on the desk raised a quizzical eyebrow but didn’t say anything as she signed me in.

The five minute wait for the elevator was spent in intimate touching and giggling, kept barely PG due to the wandering eyes of the guard, but once we found ourselves alone in the lift that all changed. As the doors slammed shut, I aggressively pressed her against the wall and with an oddly gentle manner began to brush my lips over hers. Her eyes wide, filled with something of a cross between fear and desire, she allowed my ministrations with only shivers as a response. I began to move down as the elevator went up (thank those above and below for slow hydraulic elevators), my lips traversing her cheek and jaw, slowly working my way back to her earlobe.

I bit down hard, then gently sucked it into my mouth, running my tongue along its outline. This elicited a surprised squeak and another tremor as her knees went weak. “I’m going to make you scream tonight.” I whispered in her ear, pulling back just as the doors opened on the third floor.

Still a little unsteady on her feet, Anna groped for her keys while holding on to me like a lifeline, and we made our way down the hallway to the double she had been assigned. Sutherland is broken up into double rooms for the most part with a handful of suites for up to eight students. I glided up behind her wrapping my arms around her waist and briefly kissing her neck as she fumbled with the lock. “Will your roommate mind?”

“She went home for the week,” Anna turned back and grinned, finally working the locking mechanism on the door. A flick of the light switch and I was happy to see that Sutherland’s policy of using full beds instead of twins was still in effect. Anna lead me into the room, suddenly nervous again, “so about your coffee...”

I kicked the door shut behind me and plastered a wolffish grin across my face. “I see something far more likely to quench my thirst.”

I quickly scooped her up and deposited her on the bed, eliciting a squeal of surprise. I climbed up after her and dropped down between her legs. She tensed immediately as my hands slipped up beneath her dress. “Gabe, I...”

“Hush,” I cut her off, my hands finding a pair of black lace panties (I have no idea what cut they were, and honestly don’t give a shit. While I enjoy unwrapping presents, it’s whats under the paper I care about. I’ve never understood the obsession with lingerie.), “I’ve already guessed that you’re a virgin. I’m not going to change that.”

Her obvious relief at that was enough for me to get those panties down over her knees, and now she was enthusiastically helping. I gazed down at her well kept bush, then up at her eyes which were now staring at me with that oh so familiar look of both lust and fear. “Ornithorhynchus anatinus,” I whispered, and watched this beautiful eyes slip shut, “Good girl, Anna. Now, are you as relaxed and open as you were at the club?”

“More,” she murmured softly, a smile spreading across her upper lips and I extended a finger to brush her lower ones. She was quite wet already.

Now I have a confession to make. I suck at knots. No matter how much shibari practice I put in, I’ve never been a very good rigger.

“Good girl. Now keeping your legs spread as they are now, I want you to raise your arms above your head and cross your wrists,” - She languidly moves to comply- “Now, when I wake you, you will find that you are unable to move your arms or legs, and it will appear to you that they are tied to the bed. Do you understand?”

But knots in the head? Yeah, I’m pretty good with those.

“Yes, Master.” Dear gods that was a turn on. She really was a hardcore submissive.

And what’s a bondage session without a safe word?

“Now, if at any time tonight anything I do makes you feel too uncomfortable, you will find that no matter what is happening, you will be able to say ‘purple ping pong balls’, and everything will go back to normal, you will be free of all bindings and able to do whatever you choose. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” He voice was a low moan of excitement.

“Good girl. Now you will awaken when I snap my fingers, bound to the bed.”

*snap*