Bound to be Dared (F/self, F/F)

[LunaDog]

Many thanks for your very kind words. Nowadays, I have to write a lot for my day job, so I have less energy to also write in the evenings. But here is a new chapter involving these new roommates.

Never mind. It was well worth the wait.

[tugtourist]

This is a really good series!

[Beaumains]

Never mind. It was well worth the wait.

Luckily, this wait is (a little) shorter.

This is a really good series!

Many thanks!

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It was six in the morning, and I was wide-awake. My short night would not be elongated due to the radiant light as the sun penetrated the thin canvas. My alarm would ring in two hours. Another drawback of camping.

But how did I figure out the time? You might wonder. I had to be tied up, right?

Indeed, ropes circled the sleeping bag, but only around my legs. We tried them around my torso as well, but the thin sleeping bag and foam mat pressed the ropes into my skin. Hence, we settled with merely bound legs and a piece of string near my neck to keep the bag shut. A minute ago, I had untied this string by sliding one hand out of the sleeping bag, freeing myself. Kinda. I loved the feeling of ropes around my legs too much. Then I grabbed my phone, disappointed by the clock.

Next to me, Hope was fast asleep. Her long, raven-black hair was tied in a loose ponytail, squeezed between her pillow and head. Sleeping, she was no longer commanding and intimidating. I crept to my backpack and removed one of my LSAT training books, a notebook, and a pen. What else was I supposed to do? I had to study anyway.

Soon, my brain was transported to reading comprehension questions that involved sentence structures no well-meaning person would ever employ, using three implications, two negations, and a handful of expensive words. The topics, ranging from economics and science to sociology and law, were diverse and complicated. This exam would give every normal person a migraine. But, somehow, my mind could deal with such nonsense: decompose sentences into parts, understand how these parts are connected, and then derive a conclusion. That came naturally to me despite not majoring in the humanities. I had to drill practice exams to become faster and more consistent.

Hope groaned when her alarm sounded and accepted her night was over. “Mornin’, Cy,” she yawned before noting my work. “You’re such a fuckin’ nerd.”

I bobbed my head with a grin. Hope changed into her hiking shirt and shorts. She had a real adult job as a low-level HR associate at a Fortune 500 company, which she combined with irregular private domme sessions on the weekends. Looking like a goody-two-shoes and an overachiever would not make me a friend. Meanwhile, Hope had already rolled up her sleeping bag and mat, so I had to scramble out soon, too. “So smart, yet so useless,” she told me as I clumsily changed in the tiny tent and struggled to push the sleeping bag back in its sack.

After a quick, mediocre breakfast, the other girls packed the tents, and we began hiking back to the car. My backpack weighed two-thirds less than yesterday, and I almost enjoyed the hike. Yet, my luck ran out.

“You can’t do that in public!” I hissed as Sujata pulled out handcuffs linked by a foot-long chain.

“Who cares?” she giggled. “I reckoned you were into public play?”

“Hidden public bondage!” I countered. My thin shirt and shorts did not hide metal cuffs. “You should not force your kinks onto others.”

Hope slapped me on the shoulder. “And who’s watching?”

That was a lie. The other day, we saw two dozen people. This early, I expected fewer, but still a non-zero number.

Sujata clicked one cuff around my right wrist. I had not fought back. “And if someone sees us, they see students up to no good. Maybe a hazing. Whatever. They won’t assume you’re horny, kinky, and crazy. They won’t care, Cy. And they won’t recognize you, you silly goose.”

Was that the difference? If you are cuffed in public and alone, it is a fetish, and in a friend group, it is group pressure. Alone, I would be vulnerable, both mentally and physically. For the same reason, bachelor parties ended up burning down the bar.

I predicted that I would have my hands forced in front of me, but Sujata snatched Arwen’s left wrist and pushed it into the other cuff. She blushed merrily. I was known for my dares and could not chicken out. Besides the mental challenges, there were physical ones. On the wide paths, I would hold Arwen’s hand, allowing us to walk in tandem. However, on the technical parts, we shuffled side by side; it was inelegant.

A middle-aged couple with two beautiful Akitas appeared on a thin footpath.

“Goooooood morning!” Hope exclaimed as we passed them. They glanced at my wrist as I gave them an uncomfortable nod. I was flushing. At least Arwen was able to say hi softly as a dog sniffed her knees.

“You two are wimps,” Sujata sneered. “Next time we meet someone, you’ll engage in small talk.”

“You were nude, bound, and tortured in front of 50 bondage enthusiasts at a garden party, and a measly pair of handcuffs goes too far?” Hope added. “We also have bikinis with us. Do you prefer that? Or what about a gag? Or should I add a collar and leash? Be a good girl and show basic human decency.”

I sighed with a red face before turning to Arwen. She nodded obediently.

“And what do you then say?” Sujata asked.

“Eh, yes? Uh, Mistress?” I muttered.

Hope swatted me on my ass. “Big mistake, Cy. You’ll regret that.”

We descended using a less steep path than the previous day. We followed a calm stream, passing fields with goats and cows, holiday cabins, delicious wild black raspberries, and, fortunately, no other people. Until it went wrong.

We passed a pristine lake when five boys in swimming shorts approached, of whom three were shirtless. They were ripped and handsome. We stood on the side to let them pass. Hope checked that I made eye contact and wished everyone a good morning. I did so, all with a fake smile I reserved for the worst Karens at the garden center. Of course, the guys ogled at the chain hanging down my wrist like toddlers seeing a chocolate cake. They could not muster the courage to say something. Perfect. They carried on, peeking over their shoulders as Hope chuckled, examining our crimson faces.

“Which of them do you think I handed the key to?” Hope said.

Had she? That was wicked.

“The blonde one with the curly hair. You like that Disney channel boyband look,” Arwen replied. Was she calling Hope’s bluff?

“He was cute. Would you want to go swimming together? How far would you go for that key?”

“Nah, you can have him. I hope he enjoys bondage, because you deserve to hang from a tree by your ankles as he plays with your titties,” Arwen persisted.

Hope shrugged. She had overplayed her hand. We soon reached the car park. Arwen and I had to climb into the backseat while shackled together while dealing with the rucksacks. Back at the girls’ house, the cuffs were unlocked. I picked up my car and drove to Gregory’s, not for bondage, but to study and have dinner together. Okay, I would be tied up again, but that was not the primary purpose.