My greatest escape (and greatest mistake)

Hey everyone! I’m not sure if this tale can compete with SecretlyTyed’s ‘Greatest Adventure Part 1-3’, but I’ll give it a try. By the way, SecretlyTyed, that was a lovely story!!:wink: Okay, so it happened just over six months ago. My long-time friend Alice and I were at the same college (we still are, though it’s summer break now, yay!! Don’t worry Anna, we’re both 21). She had been into bondage for some time as well and thought it would be fun to act as my mistress for a night. I live with my boyfriend in his small house near our campus. There, I got dressed in what was then my sexiest lingerie: a white lacy corset paired with matching panties. I packed my favorite ball gag, handcuffs, and plenty of rope into a gym bag and drove to Alice’s dorm building. When I walked into her room, she was standing there wearing black latex and holding a whip. I knew she was quite accurate with whips because we used to play cowboys and Indians as kids in our neighborhood. She promptly ordered me to undress, so I stripped down until I stood before her in my white lacy lingerie. Pleased, she rummaged through my bag of goodies and got to work.

Soon enough, I was hogtied on her bed. My wrists were secured with two pairs of handcuffs. My knees and ankles were bound very tightly with hemp ropes, using a tight cinch knot that connected the cuff chains on my wrists to the ropes around my ankles. The ball gag was strapped firmly into my mouth, and drool was already trickling down my chin. “Now,” Alice said, “I have to step outside for a few moments. Struggle as hard as you can, Nicole. I’m sure you won’t get out of this.”

With that, she left me alone and stepped into the hall. I heard voices coming from there; she must have been talking with other friends. I proceeded to test my bonds. I immediately found my ticket to freedom. She had finished the hogtie using a rope with the knot within reach. I easily freed myself of the ropes on my legs, shuffled over to where she left the keys for my cuffs, and released myself completely. In no time, I was lounging on her bed, casually pleasuring myself while waiting for her return. My panties were lying at the foot of the bed because I had wanted them off to massage myself.

Soon after, she came back in and cried out in shock seeing me free. She yelled, “How did you do that so fast!?” That was when I made the biggest mistake of my life. Wickedly smiling at her, I said, “You’ll have to do better than that, amateur!”

I barely had time to scream before she let her whip fly and catch me squarely on my exposed, shaved pussy. As I curled up from the stinging pain, she was upon me. Needless to say, she was furious. My corset was pulled off of me, and in no more than two minutes, I was back on the floor, hogtied again. Only this time, it was inescapable. My legs were bound at the knees and ankles once more, and my wrists were cuffed twice over. She had attached two pairs of handcuffs instead of ropes to hold my hands to my ankles. She took the rope that used to be there for that purpose and used it along with another one to bind my breasts tightly, bringing on pain I had never felt before. My panties, wet from my aroused state during the first bondage session, were crammed into my mouth and held in by the ball gag tighter than ever. Finally, my fingers were encased in duct tape.

As she finished, Alice said, “There! That should keep you in your place and out of trouble.” I moaned. She bent down to my level and whispered, “Do you think this is bad?” I managed to say, “Uh-huh” through the gag. “Well,” she said, “If you call me an amateur again, you’ll get far worse than this. Don’t ever disrespect me again, Nicole. I am your mistress. Clear?” I nodded.

She told me she was going out for the evening with her friends. She quickly changed out of her latex suit into normal clothes, bid me goodbye, and left. Oh, how I struggled! I tried and tried to free myself, but to no avail. Finally exhausted, I lay there naked on my best friend’s dorm room floor in the most secure bondage I had ever been put in. At last, I fell into a fitful sleep.

I woke up with panic. I looked at the clock. Five hours had passed, and no sign of Alice. My poor breasts felt like they were burning, and I needed to pee, but I dared not relieve myself on her carpet or she’d have killed me! So I waited. And waited. And waited some more.

By the time Alice returned, I was crying my eyes out from worry, pain, and frustration. She released me agonizingly slowly, taking off one piece of bondage every five minutes. At last, all there was to do was remove the final pair of cuffs from my wrists. As the last lock clicked open, I immediately scrambled around and knelt before her, begging for forgiveness. She patted my head and said soothingly, “Just remember your manners next time.”

After I relieved myself, put on my lingerie and clothes, and packed up my bag of toys, she told me I was free to go. What a night!! Despite myself, I couldn’t wait for the next session with her!:) Sorry about the length of this story. Hope you liked it! (Anna, this might be a cool one to post on the main site too!:wink: ) Thanks for reading, Nicole