-05: Jenna-

Friday night had ended up being eye opening, albeit incredibly awkward afterwards.  I… think I orgasmed?  Jenna seemed frustrated when she untied me.  My panties were soaked; I could barely feel anything between my legs because of the constant vibrations.

But the battery had given out.

I was so disoriented, so exhausted that I went straight to sleep, and when I woke by noon on Saturday, Jenna was not there.  I still felt confused, trying hard to process what exactly I felt the last night.  It had felt so good: from being handcuffed, gagged… to Jenna trapping my legs spread open and moving the vibrator over my panties.  The vibrations eventually had created a wave through my body that I hadn’t felt before and I had nearly shrieked, thankful for the gag even if it was my own panties stuffed in my mouth.

I lay in bed most of the day, thinking about it.  My nipples were sensitive, making me flinch whenever my t-shirt brushed over them whenever I moved.  And I knew I had to change my panties again.

When I finally pulled myself out of bed, I noticed the vibrator charging on my desk.  I grabbed my towel and shower caddy; left the room to shower, then dressed and went down to the cafeteria for some food and some space other than my bed.  My bed felt violated–I would have to wash the sheets before bed tonight.

The thought of doing laundry on a Saturday night felt embarrassing.  And lame.

I returned to my room, about to open the door when the door opened from the other side, startling me.  Jenna’s boyfriend, Jared, popped out, his facial expression of surprise but also hiding a devilish smile. 

“Oh, hey Penny,” he greeted as he opened the door wider, allowing me to step in before he stepped out.  “I’ll be back in a bit.”

I assumed he was talking to Jenna when he said that, and I shrugged, ignoring the comment and focusing on grabbing up my bedsheets.  I stopped, however, when I saw Jenna sitting on my bed, the vibrator in her hands.

“Time for round two,” Jenna stated.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes.  “Jenna, last night… it was weird.”

Jenna rolled her eyes in response.  “You have homework, don’t you?  And that’s to ‘enjoy’ three times.  And you enjoyed it last night.”

I stayed close to the door.  “I think I’m supposed to be ‘enjoying’ it by myself. But you’re here.  And now with Jared here too–”

“He’s gone for the next hour,” Jenna waved off.  “Now take off your pants.”

“Jenna, be serious here.”

Jenna stared at me, nearly glaring.  “Do you want my help or not?”

“Not.”

She didn’t stop staring; I looked down, my cheeks flushing red as last night fluttered in the back of my mind. Even Dr. Johnson had said that I would enjoy the sexual experience a lot more tied up… Could he have been right?

“Penny.”  Jenna shifted, patting the bed right next to her. I slowly relented, stepping into the room and sitting on the corner of the bed to keep my space.

“Why don’t you tie yourself up?”

I frowned, glaring at Jenna.  “I haven’t exactly had time to try since you’re always here.”

“Come on,” Jenna whined.  “You promised that I could have this fun with you.”

“I promised noth–”

“Pleeeease,” she begged, moving closer to where I sat. “This is what roommates are for. I’m here, you’re here, let’s have some of that ‘college experimental experience’.”

I could still feel my cheeks burning red. I could comfortably express that, although attractive, I was not sexually attracted to Jenna. I never even thought about kissing her or ‘experimenting’, as she put it. But when she was prominently a fixture in my private space, it was going to be increasingly difficult to be by myself for the time being.

“...Fine. When Jared’s gone–”

Before I could finish my sentence, Jenna already had a strip of duct tape waiting and she pushed it against my mouth, smoothing it out while also expressing a squeal of content. “You consented!” she whispered victoriously when I tried to express my protest with wordless grunts.

My hands reached up to pull the tape off, but Jenna seemed to have all of my moves figured out. She had a longer strip of tape at the ready, and she grabbed my wrists, quickly wrapping the tape around them in front of me. That’s when I saw the large roll of tape on the other side of her.

“Mm-mmph-mm!” I squeaked, trying to speak through the tape in objection.

“Trust me,” Jenna underlined as she grabbed the roll, wrapping a few more layers of tape around my wrists. “You’re going to love this.”

I was already loving it. The thrill from the surprise, the tape binding my wrists together; the blush of my cheeks was not going anywhere, actually burning more as the whole situation sent a chill of anticipation down my spine.

But I’d never share that with her.

Once she finished with my wrists, she ripped a few extra strips, pressing them to my mouth and jaw, reinforcing the single strip that had initially rendered my words unintelligible. I squirmed in my seated position, more to test out the strength of the tape than to actually escape.

“Stand up.”

Before I even could respond, my body had reacted without thinking and I stood up almost eagerly. Jenna grinned. “Oh, you are definitely a little bondage sub, aren’t you?”

“Hmn!” I argued against the tape gag, reaching out with my bound wrists to try and smack Jenna for finding the whole thing amusing.

She easily smacked my hands back down, placing the end of the roll of tape in the middle of my chest, then unrolling it, wrapping it around my upper arms twice. Halfway around the third time, she left the roll hanging in the middle of my back and grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it up until the fabric uncovered my simple cotton bra.

“Oh, sweetie, you need cuter bras,” she cooed before the screech of the tape unraveling drowned out my muffled argument; she moved the tape to wrap just under my chest, adding a few layers to pin my arms to my sides, my taped wrists now trapped tightly against my exposed abdomen.

Once she ripped the tape off the roll, she focused on my lower extremities. I hate to admit I helped a little, only muffled grunts escaping the tape on my lips when I struggled. She pulled my leggings down and I stepped out of them; when my legs were shoulder-width apart, she sneakingly touched my panties, but didn’t say anything. I grunted a bit louder in protest, knowing that she had felt that my panties were already wet. I appreciated that she didn’t use that to further verbally tease me.

Instead, she left my wet panties on me, and grabbed another pair from the same drawer that she had grabbed from last night. I stepped into them without question.

“I won’t even hold the vibrator this time, so you could argue that you played with yourself,” she spoke absently, still focused as she directed me to lie down on my bed.

She grabbed the vibrator from my desk, turned it on, and slipped it in between the layers of panties between my legs. I squirmed on the bed, grunting minor arguments, but my legs were still spread, wanting the vibrations.

Then she hit the right spot.

A tremor ran through my entire body, my grunts turning into a loud moan. Satisfied with the position of the vibrator, Jenna held it in place with one hand, her other hand directing my legs to close on it. I began to writhe on the bed as the vibrations hummed against my pussy, moaning again involuntarily.

The feeling of helplessness as Jenna carefully wrapped the tape around my thighs to make sure that the vibrator didn’t move out of its spot, then taping my ankles together. I continued to squirm on the bed, but the movements were no longer struggles; they were writhes of arousal as the vibrator continued.

The last thing Jenna did was turn on her stereo, volume up just enough that it would drown out most of my moans and noises apart from screaming. “I’ll be back in ten minutes,” she cooed as she leaned close to me, kissing my forehead.

I tried to argue, tried to ask her to stick around just so I didn’t end up hurting myself… But she slid out the door, leaving me alone in the dorm room. I didn’t have much time to think about it, my breath catching in my throat as the vibrator hit that perfect spot again, and I writhed in my bed. I couldn’t move much at all; the mattress was old and I sunk in a little bit, making it impossible to maneuver in my bound situation. The fabric of my bra brushed against my hard nipples and I moaned again, squirming. The remainder of the tape holding me helpless made me moan more and I turned my head from side to side, unable to do much else.

The vibrator refused to relent. Jenna had put it on the medium setting, and its constant vibrations, immovable and trapped between my thighs and the panty layer, began to take me. The tape had begun the job: every new layer Jenna had added to my situation and I had become more aroused, submitting more to the loss of movement… The loss of control.

Now, the vibrator hummed, taking away the rest of my control. My chest heaved against the tape as I took a shaky breath, turning my head to moan into my pillow so that I wouldn’t be too loud as my body shuddered, my pelvic muscles tensing as the vibrator and bondage released an orgasm in me. The sensation was a full-body reaction; something I’d never felt before. I moaned loudly against the tape, writhed helplessly as the orgasm overwhelmed me.

And the vibrator didn’t stop after the first one.