Care and Flirting

You happily agree. Though, you seem to be only there for moral support as you idly chat, but stay out of her way. Despite still being half chained up, Sandra seems to quickly get over the awkwardness of being caught in what was probably the most perverted thing she's ever done. The doe-eyed library major smiles liberally while laying out her ingredients. As you've come to expect from the intelligent woman proves to be quite resourceful, figuring out new grips to chop vegetables or sift flour, and delicately scooping. Truth be told, you spend a fair amount of time dumbly staring at her, especially when she stands on tip-toe to reach something on the top shelf. Your so focused on admiring how elegant the curves of her back look with her cuffed wrists pulled so high above her head that you almost miss the splendid sight of her shawl lifting up and leaving only her damp, sheer blouse to cover her round breasts.

She catches you ogling her and responds with a flash of her pearly whites, clearly finding it pleasant to be the apple of your eye. Moreover her smile curls up to be lopsided in a mischievous nature. "Oh shoot," she says with the classy delight of 50s housewife, "I'd better put on an apron if I'm to mix the batter."

The stunning brunette spins around fast enough to make her skirt splay teasingly. You get another titillating glimpse of her thinly covered bust as she slips the shawl off, but she quickly grabs a nearby apron replace it. Unable to properly put it on with her hands shackled, the scheming minx wheels back around, making the apron's strings flail while she clutches the garment to her chest like it's a stripper's skimpy bra. The whiling beauty then cooed "would you be so kind as to tie me up." Maintaining alluringly deep eye contact, the brown-eyed vixen points to the dangling strings with her chin.

She patiently watches you walk behind her, and stares at you flirtatiously. Her face curls with a coquettish smirk as you pay special attention to the simple bow you tie above her comely behind. The well-turned woman leans into you and responds with a startled gasp when you pull the knot tight. You chuckle.

Sandra turns around and, with a naughty smile, she accuses, "you enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"Would you hold it against me if I did?"

She grabs your belt and pulls you into her until her large breasts press into you. "I going to hold whatever I like against you," You hear her nervous smile turn into a devilish grin by the time she finishes speaking. The image of her firm breasts wrapped tight in her wet blouse is filling your mind and she knows it.

Delightfully, the two of you continue to flirt. The witty banter and playful teasing gives you rush like looking over a plunge on a rollercoaster especially when the buxom brunette "accidentally" splatters your cheek with marinara sauce and cleans it with a quick peck from her lips. You respond with a playfully scolding her and an audible slap to her behind.

She smiles broadly and opens her mouth to speak, but unfortunately you don't get to hear her clever retort as the moment is abruptly ended by someone opening the door to her apartment. Turning, the two of you see the slender form of Vivian enter the room.

Sandra's roommate raises an eyebrow to what is probably your best deer-in-headlights impression. "Am I interrupting something?" asks Vivian with a slight huff of being inconvenienced.

Nervously chewing her lip Sandra stepped forward. "Stephen was just giving me a hand." She cautiously showed her shackled hands to Vivian. "The key is frozen in ice."

"Why didn't you just put it in a pot of water on the stove?" asks Vivian now more confused than annoyed.

You turn to Sandra and share a look of bemused embarrassment upon hearing such a simple solution. The usually restrained beauty let's out a surprisingly silly giggle. "I'll get the bottle of ice," she adds before scurrying off to her room, leaving you with Vivian.

The staunch feminist gives you an appraising look, but asks nothing. You know she'll get whatever questions she has answered by her roommate later. The enigma herself returns not too much later with the half melted chunk of ice, and while the self bondage mechanism sits in a stovetop pot, you prepare for tonight's D&D session.