My roommate is actually tying themselves up?

"Received," Xin Xin typed back, already mapping out her evening in her mind. First, she'd slice up a watermelon for a pre-dinner fruit. Then, she'd boil some noodles, to be paired with the half-roast chicken she'd just snagged from the convenience store downstairs and two packets of spicy strips. Once they were both full, they'd curl up on the sofa and pick up the movie they'd left unfinished last week. "Movie" was a euphemism; it was porn. They'd been roommates since college and now lived together after starting their careers, so there was little they kept from each other. They'd even openly discuss which scenes were particularly stimulating, sometimes even commenting mid-watch, "This is so fake," or "Can you really get off like that?" The key finally turned in the lock. "I'm home—" Xin Xin used her foot to close the door, her voice as bright as usual. "Tian Tian, roast chicken! Didn't you say you wanted..." The living room was dark. The curtains were half-drawn, and the setting sun squeezed through the gap, slicing the floor into strips of golden yellow. The teacups from the afternoon were still on the coffee table, and Tian Tian's discarded shirt from the morning was draped over the sofa. Everything seemed normal, yet the silence was unnerving. "Tian Tian?" Xin Xin placed the bag by the entrance, kicked off her shoes, and walked in barefoot. The moment her soles touched the floor, she felt a subtle wrongness. At this hour, Tian Tian would usually either rush out of the bedroom to snatch snacks or be in the bathroom humming off-key while showering. Today, there wasn't even the sound of running water. The bedroom door was ajar, a warm light spilling from the gap. Xin Xin raised her hand and knocked twice. "Playing dead? Or hiding in here watching porn without me again?" No answer. She pushed the door open. And froze. Tian Tian was kneeling in the center of the rug. She was wearing only a loose white home T-shirt, her lower half clad in light gray safety shorts. Her hands were bound behind her back with thick cotton rope, tied in several loops, the end secured with a tight knot at the base of her thumbs. The rope extended upwards, crossing over her chest, cinching her not-so-ample breasts into a distinct curve, her nipples pressing against the fabric. Her thighs were spread and secured, and her legs from the knees down to her ankles were also wrapped in rope. She'd been in this position for so long that her calves and inner knees were slightly red. The dark cloth that had been stuffed in her mouth had fallen to the side at some point, and she was breathing with her mouth slightly open, her eyes wet as she looked up and met Xin Xin's gaze. The air seemed to be sucked out of the room. Xin Xin stood at the doorway, still holding the bag of roast chicken. She stared, stunned, for a full two seconds before her eyes slowly lit up, a smile spreading uncontrollably across her lips. "...Well, well." She casually tossed the bag aside, took two steps closer, crossed her arms, and tilted her head, scrutinizing Tian Tian from head to toe. Her tone was as light as if she were reviewing the dinner menu: "Didn't know you had this little hobby, huh?" Tian Tian's ears instantly turned crimson. She instinctively tried to bring her legs together, but the ropes restricted her, and she could only twist her waist in a futile attempt. Her voice was rushed and soft, laced with the breathlessness of her panting: "Xin Xin! Wh-why are you back so early... Didn't you say seven? Quick, help me untie this!" "Seven?" Xin Xin squatted down in front of her, their eyes level. Up close, she could clearly see the tiny glints of moisture on Tian Tian's eyelashes and the way her Adam's apple bobbed with shame. "I came back early. What, did you time it perfectly to start playing?" "No... I, I just suddenly wanted to try it..." Tian Tian's voice trailed off, her eyes darting away. "I bought the rope last week and kept it in my drawer. I got off work early today, so... I just wanted to see if I could untie it myself. But I couldn't." "Couldn't untie it." Xin Xin repeated the words, finding them particularly amusing. She reached out, her fingertips lightly touching the faint red marks on Tian Tian's inner wrist where the rope had been. "You tied it pretty professionally. Practiced a few times?" "First time! It's really my first time..." Tian Tian rushed to explain, but her body trembled slightly at the touch. "Xin Xin, stop messing around. My hands are really numb. Please help me untie it, okay?" Xin Xin didn't answer immediately. She just looked at the person before her. How was Tian Tian usually? Cheerful, carefree, her eyes curving into crescents when she smiled, capable of a sudden change of mood and a barrage of insults during an argument. When they watched porn together, she'd shamelessly comment on the male actors' endowments and the female actors' moans. But now, she was kneeling here, bound and unable to move, unable to even bring her legs together, her eyes filled with panic and shame. The contrast was so stark it made something in Xin Xin's chest flutter. "Untie it?" She suddenly smiled, her voice retaining its usual playful lilt. "Let me see..." She moved behind Tian Tian and reached for the knots. Her fingertips slid from her wrist to her forearm, then followed the crisscrossing ropes upwards, brushing past the side of her chest, which was constricted by the bindings. Tian Tian's breathing hitched noticeably. "The knots are pretty tight," Xin Xin's voice came from behind her. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? To make sure you couldn't untie it, so you'd have an excuse to keep kneeling?" "I didn't! Xin Xin—" "Don't rush," Xin Xin moved back in front of her, squatting down again. They were close enough to feel each other's breath. She slowly took off one of her socks. She held the white cotton sock between her fingers, still warm from her foot, carrying a faint scent of soap. Tian Tian's eyes widened abruptly, her voice instantly rising: "What are you doing... Xin Xin, don't do anything crazy! Take off the sock—" "But," Xin Xin continued, her fingers tracing down her cheek to her chin, gently lifting her face, "there's one condition." "What condition..." "No more playing alone from now on." Tian Tian froze. Xin Xin's gaze fell on the fading rope marks on her wrist, her voice lowering, yet with an undeniable calm: "What if something dangerous happens? The ropes won't come undone, you can't breathe, or you suddenly cramp... You're home alone, and there's no one to hear you scream. I came back early today by chance, but what about next time?" She paused, her thumb lightly brushing Tian Tian's lower lip. "So, from now on, I'll tie you up." Silence hung in the room for a few seconds. Tian Tian's eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn't processed the meaning of the words. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. Her face flushed visibly, all the way to her ears and neck. Seeing her like this, Xin Xin suddenly let out a low laugh. A hint of her usual teasing remained in the sound, but it was layered with something deeper, more serious. "Actually," she said, her voice very soft, almost whispering by Tian Tian's ear, "I've liked you for a long time." Tian Tian's body went completely rigid. "I can't pinpoint exactly when it started," Xin Xin's fingers still rested on her chin, her gaze unwavering. "Maybe it was when we were watching a movie together and halfway through, you suddenly said with a blush, 'Being treated like this might not be entirely unacceptable'; or maybe it was even earlier, when you smiled and your eyes curved into crescents, only to mercilessly tease me the next second. Anyway... I've liked you for a long time." She pulled back slightly, so she could see Tian Tian's expression clearly. "So when I found you tied up like that today, my first reaction wasn't surprise, but – finally, an excuse to touch you." Tears welled up in Tian Tian's eyes, but this time it wasn't from fear. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she just reached out, grabbed Xin Xin's neck, and buried her face in her shoulder. Her voice was muffled, with a slight nasal tone, and a tremor of relief: "...You liar." "Mm." "You just said you were going to tell my mom." "Just to scare you." "You're terrible." "I know." Xin Xin's hand rose, slowly settling on Tian Tian's back, stroking her gently. They remained in their embrace, neither speaking. The chirping of insects outside grew clearer, and the low hum of the refrigerator in the living room could be faintly heard. It felt as if something had finally settled, or perhaps, as if something had just truly begun. After a long while, Tian Tian lifted her head from Xin Xin's shoulder. Her eyes were still red, but they had curved back into their familiar crescent shape. She stared at Xin Xin for two seconds, then suddenly reached out, pinched her nose, and yanked it sideways. "Ow—!" "That's for scaring me," Tian Tian's voice held a hint of laughter again, though still with a noticeable nasal quality. "If you liked me, you should have just said so. You almost made me cry for real." Xin Xin caught her hand, pulling her back into her embrace, resting her chin on Tian Tian's head, her voice lazy: "So, you agree?" "Agree to what?" "That from now on, I'll tie you up." Tian Tian's ears turned red again. She nuzzled into Xin Xin's embrace, her voice softening, but without refusal: "...We'll see." "It's not 'we'll see'," Xin Xin lowered her head, her lips brushing Tian Tian's hair, her tone light but serious. "It's 'you must'. It's too dangerous for you to play alone. If you want to be tied up in the future, come to me. We can discuss how you want to be tied, for how long, and with what props. But alone, no." "…Huh?" Tian Tian blinked, her eyes opening in confusion as she looked at me, her pupils still dilated. "Wh-why…" "Why not continue?" I smiled, withdrawing my fingers and slowly licking away the moisture, the salty,腥味 spreading on my tongue. "Because I don't want you to get it so easily." Her expression shifted from confusion to shock, then to a wounded disbelief. Tears finally welled up in her eyes. "You, you…" "Me what?" I got up from the bed and retrieved the props I had prepared from a box under the bed – a black gag, and a black blindfold. The leather and silicone gleamed coldly under the light. Seeing these items, Tian Tian's eyes widened, and her body instinctively recoiled. But her wrists were still bound, leaving her no escape. "Wait, wait, Xin Xin, what are you going to do—" "To keep you quiet." I climbed back onto the bed, first tying the blindfold over her eyes, obscuring those tear-filled orbs. "And to keep you from seeing." "No! Xin Xin, please, don't do this…" Her voice trembled with sobs, tears seeping from beneath the blindfold. "I-I'll be good, I promise, don't cover my eyes…" I ignored her pleas, adjusting the blindfold to ensure she couldn't see anything. Then, I picked up the gag, cupped her chin, and forced her mouth open, pressing my thumb against her teeth. "Mmph—" She tried to resist, but I was stronger. The gag was shoved into her mouth, the strap buckled tightly behind her head, forcing her mouth open into an unclosable arc. Saliva quickly pooled, trickling down her chin, leaving a glistening trail on her jaw and dripping onto her collarbone. "Much quieter now." I admired my handiwork, patting her cheek and feeling the dampness of her tears. She let out muffled whimpers, shaking her head from side to side, trying to break free from the blindfold and gag. Her wrists, tied to the headboard, twisted futilely, leaving red marks on her skin. Her chest heaved, and her thighs pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other. Clearly, the interrupted climax had left her in agony, her body still craving the peak she had been denied. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, my voice as soft as a viper's hiss, "I'm going out now, to buy something downstairs. You'll wait for me here, understand?" Her body stiffened, then she struggled more violently, letting out a series of urgent whimpers, as if trying to say something. She shook her head, tears seeping from beneath the blindfold, soaking the pillowcase. It was clear she didn't want to be left alone, didn't want to wait in the darkness for an unknown fate. "Good girl." I kissed her forehead, feeling the cold sweat on her skin. "I'll be back soon. Before I return, no orgasms, understand?" She couldn't answer, only continuing to let out muffled cries, the sound dulled and pathetic through the gag. I stood up, deliberately making my footsteps heavy as I walked to the door, opening and closing it with a "bang." Then, barefoot, I silently returned to the bedside, standing like a ghost in the shadows. Tian Tian lay there, completely unable to see, unable to make a clear sound. Her body still trembled from the earlier stimulation, her thighs rubbing together, clearly trying to suppress the surging desire. She turned her head, her ears twitching slightly, trying to catch any sound. I stood in the shadows by the bed, watching her silently. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing ragged and shallow. Saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth, glistening in the light like a silver thread. Her wrists were bound, her body twisting, trying to find some pathetic pleasure through friction, but always falling just short. The agony of unfulfilled desire furrowed her brow. "Mmph… Nngh…" She let out pained whimpers, shaking her head from side to side. Her purple wig was disheveled, clinging to her face and obscuring half of her cheek. Watching her, a strange sense of satisfaction washed over me. She was mine, completely mine. Her pleasure was mine to dictate, her climax mine to control, even her senses were stripped away by me. This sense of control was more intoxicating than any physical stimulation, like a glass of aged liquor, burning in my chest. Time ticked by. Tian Tian's movements gradually slowed, as if she realized struggling was futile and began to wait quietly. Yet, her body still trembled slightly, the muscles on the inner thighs twitching occasionally, betraying the suppressed desire still screaming within, like a trapped beast. I untied the ropes from her wrists – her wrists were already deeply red from the constriction – then quickly exited the bathroom, my steps a little unsteady. I rummaged through a box from under the bed and pulled something out. A dildo. Pink, not small, the kind with a suction cup. I’d bought it a long time ago, secretly using it to satisfy myself, but now… I wanted to use it to discipline my sweetie. I walked back into the bathroom with it. Sweetie was still sitting on the floor, looking at me with confusion and anticipation, her chest heaving, her lips still swollen and red, glistening – with my wetness and her saliva. When she saw what I was holding, her eyes widened instantly, her mouth falling slightly open. "...What, what is this?" Her voice trembled, filled with shock and disbelief, "How do you still have that?" "I have needs." I smiled, crouching down to meet her gaze, my fingers tracing her moist lips, feeling their soft texture. "And… now it's going to be used on you." "...Huh?" She flinched backward in panic, but her back was against the wall, with nowhere to escape. "N-no… that’s too big…" "No?" I raised an eyebrow, my fingers pinching her chin, forcing her to look at me. "When you were licking me earlier, I didn't hear you say 'no'." She bit her lip, her eyes a mixture of panic and excitement – that conflicting desire made her tremble all over. I gripped her chin, my thumb and forefinger pressing hard, forcing her mouth open. Her eyes were wet with fear, but more so with excited anticipation – the pleasure of being forced made her breath quicken, her chest heaving. "Open." I commanded, my voice low and unquestionable. "Let me see how wide you can open your mouth." She hesitated, her lips trembling slightly, then slowly, obediently, opened her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue nervously retracted, her throat quivering slightly. I pressed the tip of the dildo against her lips, feeling its soft texture. The pink tip contrasted with her pale lips, the visual impact making my heart race. "Take it in." I commanded softly. "Be good." She let out a whimper, her eyes pleading yet longing. I didn't stop. I slowly applied pressure, pushing the dildo into her mouth. Her eyes snapped open, a muffled whimper escaping her throat, her lips stretched wide, unable to close. The tip of the dildo pressed against her tongue, the unfamiliar sensation of invasion making her body tremble violently. "Open wider…" I commanded, panting, continuing to push slowly. The corners of her mouth were stretched to the point of pain, tears welling up, but her hands unconsciously gripped my wrist – not to push me away, but to hold on tight, as if seeking support. The dildo continued to deepen into her mouth, the pink rubber slowly pushing aside her tongue, pressing towards the back of her throat. Sweetie's eyes were wide, tears streaming down her face, tracing paths down her cheeks, gathering into glistening threads on her chin. Her hands tightly gripped my wrist, her nails digging into my skin, as if confirming my presence, or perhaps seeking more. "Deeper," I commanded, my voice hoarse with excitement, "Swallow it, let Mommy see how deep your throat is." She let out a whimper, her throat instinctively contracting, trying to expel the intruder. The tip of the dildo reached the back of her throat, the pressure of the foreign object making her tremble violently, her chest heaving, her nipples hardening from the stimulation. Then— "Gag—mmph…" She gagged, her body arching sharply, like a shrimp struck by a blow, tears erupting, a torrent of saliva spilling from her mouth, dripping onto her chest, forming a lewd trail. I immediately withdrew the dildo, watching her gasp for air, her chest heaving, her face flushed and dazed, her lips swollen and wet, smeared with saliva and the wetness from my crotch. "Good girl," I murmured gently, stroking her face, wiping away her tears, but my finger deliberately slid into her mouth, stirring her hot, wet mouth. "You did so well, your throat is so tight." She looked at me blankly, her eyes wet and longing, her lips slightly parted, her tongue unconsciously chasing my finger. The way she looked, used, made me feel hot all over, and the wetness between my legs began to secrete again. "Now, for the other end." I said in a low voice, husky and dangerous, with unquestionable authority. I had her kneel on the tiled floor, her ass high in the air, her legs spread wide, completely exposed before me. Her pink entrance was already glistening, parting slightly, as if inviting me in. The dildo was still wet, smeared with her saliva, shining under the bathroom lights. I squatted down, moved the dildo to her legs, and pressed the tip against her entrance, slowly drawing circles. "Watch," I commanded. "Watch how this goes in." "Enough," she suddenly pushed me away, her voice laced with command, but not anger, rather a languid, all-encompassing control. "Today... I want to try something different. You've taught me so much... now it's my turn to try new things with you." She got out of bed and retrieved a thick duvet from the closet – it was a winter down comforter, heavy and soft, still carrying the scent of sunshine on its off-white cover. She spread it on the bed, smoothing it out, then turned to me. My wrists were still bound by silk ribbons, held above my head. My body was flushed from the previous licking, and a dampness had spread between my legs. "Untie her," Tian Tian murmured to herself, a smile playing on her lips, but not to set me free. "Then... wrap her up. Wrap her into my... big zongzi." She untied the silk ribbons from my wrists, but immediately commanded, "Get on it, get into the duvet. Feet first." I hesitated, but looking at the silk ribbons in Tian Tian's hand – and the mingled threat and anticipation in her eyes – I complied, sinking into the spread-out duvet. The comforter was soft, fluffy, and sinking into it felt like being enveloped by clouds. Tian Tian immediately began to wrap, like making a zongzi, starting from my feet, which were already a little numb from being bound. She rolled the duvet upwards, circle by circle, tightly encasing my calves, thighs, and waist. "Wait... it's too tight..." I protested softly, but without much real resistance in my voice. "Tight is good," Tian Tian smiled, her hands not stopping. "When you tie me up... isn't it like this? Making me... unable to move?" She continued to roll, the duvet covering my chest, my arms pressed to my sides, completely immobile. She even wrapped my shoulders, leaving only my head and neck exposed. Then, she picked up the silk ribbons and tied a few loops around the outside – one at my ankles, one above my knees, one at my waist, one around my chest – securing it, ensuring the duvet wouldn't come undone, and ensuring I... couldn't possibly break free. Finally, I was completely wrapped in the thick duvet, like a giant caterpillar, like a white mummy, unable to move even my fingers, only able to slightly turn my head. "So tight..." I whispered, a hint of panic in my voice, but more so a strange sense of security – the feeling of being completely enveloped, utterly immobile, like returning to some primal, protected state, or like being imprisoned in a gentle cage. The weight of the duvet pressed down on me, constricting my chest, making my breathing shallow. With each breath, I could feel the duvet rise and fall. "Tight is good," Tian Tian leaned down and kissed my forehead. "This way... you're completely mine. Can't run, can't hide, can only... feel." She got out of bed and took something from the nightstand – it was an electric massager, pink, a little larger than a regular bullet vibrator, with two metal pads and a thin wire connected to a remote control. "What is this..." my voice tightened. "An electrostimulator," Tian Tian smiled, a hint of mischief and danger in her smile. "I bought it secretly... learned from you, hid it. Today... the first time using it... on you." She lifted a corner of the duvet – right to the spot between my legs – where my underwear was already soaked from my previous arousal. She removed my underwear, revealing the pink wetness. Then, she placed the two metal pads between my legs, one above my clitoris, one below the entrance, cold and hard, pressing firmly against my skin. "Wait... Tian Tian... that..." I tried to struggle, but the duvet was too tight, I could only writhe in vain, like a fish out of water. "Don't be afraid," Tian Tian said softly, her fingers stroking my cheek. "I'll... start gently. And..." She paused, placed the remote on the nightstand, set the program, then leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I'm going out. To buy some coffee... probably... I'll be back in an hour." "Wait—" My eyes widened in shock, my heart clenching violently. "You can't—you can't leave me like this—" Her fingers finally released my nose. Air rushed into my lungs, and I gasped like I’d just surfaced from underwater, my chest heaving. The tape still bound my face, making a faint rustling sound with each breath. Her fingertips remained on my skin, cool yet possessing a slow, certain control. She looked down at me, a spark in her eyes, as if appraising something just finished and about to be undone. “Mommy…” she whispered, a hint of triumph in her voice, but also a deeper probing. “I want to play something else. Something more interesting… and more shameful.” She picked up a pair of scissors, the blades tracing the edge of the tape, cutting it away bit by bit. The plastic wrap and tape fell away in layers, with soft tearing sounds. As I emerged from the restraints, my skin was already flushed a light red from prolonged pressure. Sweat had soaked me through, making me slick and glistening under the light. The air against my body felt almost painful. “What… else?” I managed to ask, my voice muffled by the gag in my mouth. My body felt weak and numb. She didn’t answer immediately. She turned and walked into the bedroom. I heard the sound of something being dragged from under the bed, a box being pulled out, its contents shifting with a faint clatter. A moment later, she returned, holding a few items: a black leather collar, its metal ring glinting coldly under the light; a stainless steel dog bowl, silver and icy; and a furry tail-shaped butt plug, brown, like the tail of some large dog. She stood before me, holding these things up, a smile curving her lips, her eyes filled with anticipation and a touch of challenge. “K9,” she said. “I want to see Mommy be my bitch. Crawl, eat from the dog bowl, bark, let me walk you… like a real pet.” My heart skipped a beat, and my core involuntarily moistened again. The shame was more profound than any tape – not the physical restraint, but the stripping of identity. To become an animal, something that could be led, commanded, disposed of at will. I opened my mouth, wanting to refuse, to say something to preserve a shred of dignity. But looking at the collar in her hand, at the spark in her eyes, the words caught in my throat. “You don’t want to?” she tilted her head, her fingers slowly stroking the leather of the collar, making a soft rustling sound. “Then should I keep wrapping Mommy up? Wrap you all night, so you can’t move, can’t breathe properly? Or… tie Mommy to the headboard, put in a vibrator, and then I go to sleep?” Both choices were surrender. One was complete stillness and suffocation, the other was objectification as a pet. At least the latter could move, could breathe, but… no longer human. I lowered my head, my voice barely a whisper. “…Okay. I’ll be your bitch… your pet.” She smiled. It was a dangerously bright smile, like she’d finally received something she’d long desired. She knelt before me and fastened the collar around my neck. The leather felt cool against my skin, the buckle clicking softly near my Adam’s apple. The touch of the metal ring made me swallow involuntarily. “Good girl,” she murmured, her fingers slowly caressing the collar. “My bitch… needs a mark.” Then she picked up the tail and dangled it before my eyes. The furry tail swayed gently in the air. “You have to wear this too. A bitch needs a tail. One without a tail… isn’t complete.” I crawled onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow, my ass raised high. The wetness between my legs was already trickling down my inner thighs, staining the sheets a darker shade. Her fingers reached for me, parting my already slick and soft entrance, pressing the tip of the butt plug against it, and slowly pushing it in. “Ah… it’s so full…” I let out a suppressed moan, my body trembling slightly from the intrusion of the foreign object, my fingers gripping the sheets tightly. “Relax,” her voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable command. “Relax… let it go in… let the tail grow.” The butt plug slowly pushed its way inside, the feeling of being slowly filled making my whole body tense. It wasn’t until it was fully inserted, the furry tail resting against my buttocks, swaying gently with my breath, as if it had truly grown there. She patted my ass, her voice crisp. “There. My bitch has a tail. Now crawl. Crawl like a bitch. No standing up, no human words, only barks.” I crawled off the bed, my hands and knees on the floor. The collar swayed with my movements, the metal ring making faint clinking sounds. The tail brushed against my skin behind me, a strange and constant sensation. The wetness between my legs dripped down my thighs, leaving long, thin wet marks on the floor. She stood before me, holding the leash, her voice calm but commanding: “Woof. Bark twice. Let me hear how my bitch barks.” “…Woof…” My voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of a sob. “Woof woof… woof woof woof…”