Comrades in Bondage (F+/FF)

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Tau Iota Epsilon: Comrades in Bondage
Saturday, April 2, 2016

TIE Constitution:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vSx ... sp=sharing

TIE Handbook:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/10_O ... sp=sharing

Best friends forever, right? ¡Ay, dios mio! So I thought. It is true, but best friends are the worst enemies in TUGs and bondage. Tau Iota Epsilon calls itself a sorority, and we love each other in true sorority manners and are in truth a bondage club. We welcome girls of all levels of kink and vanilla as long as they like to be captive or captor.

We had—eh—thrown luck to decide who would be tied and gagged. The losers would be taken captive and subjected to anything their captors desired. Captive of desire—¡Ay! My Big had an incredible putana side to her. During sorority wide activities, she was the one I dreaded being in charge of me if I be defeated. Instead, we reached into a big box and grabbed a white box. Each box had something inside it. Unfortunately, Sky and I grabbed the boxes with ball gags inside.

Skylar, like me, was one of those freshman girls who were brought together as littles. We were young freshmen, and Sky and each received a Big. ¡What fortune! We had never heard of such things as bondage, but let me tell you that we were graced with good teachers who had a passion for this strange new art and were willing to instruct us and fill us with wonder. ¡Ay! We were an odd pair, but we were roommates who became friends and happily practiced using one another.

I remember it well the first time we had a booth at the school sorority rush. Volunteers were tied up and gagged inside a closed booth so that they would not be visible. Many warning signs were plastered on the booth to let people know before they looked inside, and Sky and I volunteered to be the examples. Truly, it was a bad choice since both of us can take elbow bondage, which gave one or two new sorority girls unrealistic expectations for that semester. It is life.

«We are your Littles,» I said to Dana and Zoe, «That was the contract. Do as you wish to us.»
«Oh, you are a snarky one,» Dana, a girl with orange hair, responded to me.
«First step,» Zoe said as our humble president and leader, «Take off your clothes.»

I don't understand: ¿Why do people call it red hair? It's like saying I am a rope bunny. ¡I am not a rabbit! That does not undo my love of captivity. Ahhhhhhhhh. Surrendering into sorority love is a good thing. Someone had even brought my personal toy collection with them, and that's why I am telling you this story. My toy collection is very—eh—¿eclectic?

Skylar shrugged and removed her clothing, and I did the same without any complaint. Several girls giggled every time such occurred. ¡How cute Skylar looked! She had her teal panties and a purple sports bra, like a good member of our little bondage sorority. I fortunately had a white bra that was not fancy and black panties.

There are two armbinders in my collection along with a straitjacket. However, I am a svelte and taller girl at 173 cm and only weighed 115 pounds at the time—¡a stick! Sky was much shorter at 157 cm and weighed about the same as me. My straitjacket was not going to work on her nor would my armbinders necessarily fit. Well, both of my armbinders leave the hands exposed due to my enjoyment of that feeling. It is a particular feeling that I prize in bondage games.

I smiled and allowed Dana to put my arms into the sleeves of my straitjacket. There was never a doubt in my mind—Dana being nice and gentle was a façade. The putana side would appear any moment. She had no ill intent, but she was—eh—sudden with it. She pulled the straps to a firm tightness while I hugged myself more strongly. Tighter and tighter she went, and then came one final strap—crotch strap—that she pulled with sudden, vicious tightness. ¡Putana! Ah, but my black latex overcoat with its yellow straps looked very chic on the form for which it was made.

«¿Are you used to that strap being loose for your f-ckboys to get inside?» someone teased me.
«At least the boys wish to come inside for me,» I shot her down like a single-winged bird.

My yellow armbinder almost went into Skylar's armpits, but it worked. Her hands were where I could see them, and her arms had enough bulk that the device worked when the black laces were tightened and knotted and the straps went around her shoulders. We were an interesting pair, ¡an exquisite pair of contrasting cuties! She has blonde hair, but mine is almost black. Her eyes are blue, but mine are dark brown. She is from Milwaukee, Wisconsin; I am from Toledo, Castille.

«Well, this is off to a good start,» Sky turned to me and smiled while more of our toys came out.
«But, I must ask you, ¿did you give permission for them to raid your toys?» I looked at her.
«Of course I didn't, but that's part of the fun,» she said, wiggling her eyebrows, «Enjoy it!»
«She's right, Emilia,» Dana said, holding my black head harness with its 60 mm yellow ball gag.
«Girls,» Zoe looked around the room, «I need 4 pairs of ankle socks ¿Can you provide?»
«¡I'm screwed!» Skylar said with wide eyes and a look of shock on her face.

I smiled because there was nothing I could do. Everyone in TIE knew that Skylar was a queen at toughing out worn socks. I was not a girl who—eh—tossed her cookies when gagged with worn socks, but I hate them to this day. The payoff must be exquisite for me to endure this humiliation because it is too much of a punishment otherwise. Skylar can handle anything, though, including a famous gag that started with us girls here in the sorority and her in particular: the orgasm gag.

Our friends in TIE technically did not permit the orgasm gag during official TIE functions, but it was obvious that this rule was about to be "forgotten." Another girl showed that she had already raided Sky's room and taken her bag of scarves that were for no purpose except for Sky to enjoy as a bondage toy. ¡Thieves! Nothing but the best for us. ¡Estoy en la luna!

My leather body harness with all its rings and straps was added to Skylar's bondage. Unlike my armbinders, these straps had enough holes in the straps so it could be tightened to fit a girl of all sizes. I know ¡because I carefully added the extra holes by myself! Before the crotch strap was tightened, Zoe's socks went between Sky's p-ssy and her panties. But, ¡how cruel! They pulled the crotch strap so tightly that Sky jumped and yelled at them with unkind words.

«¡You giant bunch of c-nts!» she said in a rare use of profanity from her.
«That's enough out of you," Zoe jammed a giant wad of scarf and socks into Skylar's mouth.
«¡GUHHHHH!» Skylar groaned while the thin pairs of ankle socks and the scarf that kept them from slipping down her throat filled her mouth before it was tightly knotted, «¡GMMMMMM!»
«Awwwwww, Skylar,» I added to the teasing, «See how many of our sisters love you.»
«Guh uh uh mmmm huh uhhhh» she grumbled into the giant sock conglomerate.
«¡GUH!» Dana gagged me with the harness and made sure it was tight, «¡Ou ah uh _ah _irl!»

Dana and Zoe, our Bigs, made a spectacle of us captive Littles. Skylar's scarves were plentiful enough that they could have tied up three of us head to toe, including elbows, because she used cheap, solid color varieties ranging from 140 cm squares or rectangles 180 cm long to ordinary common bandanas found easily at Wal-Mart, Amazon, or—¿dare I betray her?—thrift stores! It was easy to tie our legs together with the simple material and to cinch it well.

Ah, then came the wands. Our bras were unhitched and taken away from us by others while our Bigs pushed the wands tightly against our p-ssies. There was no escaping this spectacle, and our sisters worked in teams of two girls whose jobs were to hold us down, move us at the request of Big, and torture us at the request of big. One kept her hands on my shoulders; the other held my legs down. ¿What was there to do except enjoy it? My words were garbled by my gag.

It matters very much that Skylar and I are—eh—easy to please. We orgasm more easily as more fetishizing happens to us. The scarves that tied our legs together kept us from fleeing as easily as we might have dared, and my straitjacket forced me into that uncomfortable hug. In 5 minutes, I had at least two orgasms, and Skylar had at least three. Estoy más feliz que un regaliz.

«¡GMMMMMMM!» the tone in Skylar's voice told me that the sock flavors had hit her tongue.
«¿Any more ankle socks in the room for round two of Sky's ordeal?» Zoe solicited even more!
Calls like «¡Sure!» and «¡Definitely!» and «¡Yeah!» went up since there were 20 or more of us.
«¡Heyyyy!» I protested the removal of my own socks, «¡Hivv thothe _ack, _ou howar_s!»
«Gmm mmmmm hmmm mmmm mm mmm mmmm mm mm mm mmmm,» Sky rolled her eyes.
«¿What did you just say to me?» Zoe asked sarcastically, «You said, ¡Best big ever! ¿Right?»
«Gmmm uh ummm hmmm guhhh muh mmm,» Skylar—¿¡Why were you trying to talk!?
«¡Guh! Thith ith an ou_hathe,» hypocrite I am, I spoke and drooled up a thunderstorm.

The vibration continued and was accompanied by intense groping of my titties. Orgasms came a little but too quickly for our liking because the spasms and the—¿how do you say?—¿I guess the word is cum? ¡Ay! Emissions were strong and plentiful. I soaked my panties; Sky soaked Zoe's socks. We were victims of sisterhood and friendship of a very strange kind.

Then came the gross job. Zoe took the socks out from Skylar's p-ssy, and someone tightened the crotch strap on the leather body harness. Of the thin ankle socks, three each went into one of the cum soaked socks, and Zoe took an enormous sheer scarf, one of those 180 cm ones, and knotted it around the neck of the two socks to keep the socks from slipping down Skylar's throat. With a practiced flourish, Dana unknotted the scarf that was holding Sky's first gag and removed it.

«Gosh, ¡blegh! You girls are really doing this, ¿huh?» Sky groaned when she again could speak.
«You bet,» Zoe said with a smile, «Be a good little and open your mouth nice and wide.»
«I don't get a choice,» my fellow prisoner shrugged and opened her mouth.
«And deep down inside, you know you secretly love it anyway,» Sky's Big teased her.

The face that Sky made was unforgettable. ¡Ay¡ The combination of Zoe's foot cheese, the cum, and the material made the gag unsurpassable. The scarf was knotted very tightly, and then both of the long tails were wrapped and wrapped and wrapped around Skylar's head. With each wrap, the tails were pulled between Sky's teeth to push the package into her mouth further, and after an excessive number of wraps the scarf was knotted in front of her mouth for a reason.

Out came the teal vet wrap, ¡for true Tau Iota Epsilon flavor! The stretchy material wrapped and wrapped and wrapped Skylar's head while she rolled her eyes. Then Zoe wrapped around Sky's chin and the top of her head several times. Then came my black leather hood. ¡Ay! They were encapsulating my friend like food to go into the freezer for preservation. ¡They laced it too well! The black leather conformed to Skylar's face—¡but the arousal in her eyes! She liked it. Now it is good to tell you that this is where my bondage modeling friends got the idea for this. Sky has a gray wristband for a reason: she is allergic to tape adhesives!

¡There was no stopping these Bigs! ¡Posture collars! Including my personal yellow one. Skylar received a classic black collar around her neck, my yellow one went around my neck. This was a gem of a scene for us Littles. ¿What do they think of us? ¿Are we this dangerous? ¡Ay! I felt a bit overwhelmed by all these additions, like putting us face down on a long bench. Various girls worked together to secure our chests to the bench, and scarves tied our thighs to the bench's legs. This bench is infamous in TIE as the "Spanking Bench." The name was carved into the bottom of the bench, including the date in 2014 on which it was given to us by one of the girls.

«I once made Sky sleep while gagged like this,» one of our sorority sisters candidly admitted.
«Yeah, but she wasn't in an armbinder at the time,» Zoe responded to this accusation.

Then the scarves appeared again. The first two scarves were used to tie the wands in place right against our p-ssies. Then they used bandanas to blindfold us; my blindfold went under the straps of the head harness before the straps were tightened to squeeze my face. All of our bindings had a thorough review with straps—¡Ay, especially crotch straps!— tightened and lacing checked. It was obviously what the plan was now. Our sisters were going to line up by seniority, with more experienced members first, taking turns paddling our bare bottoms and groping our titties.

Oh, the girls had no idea that both Skylar and I had borrowed this bench one night for playing… and letting our then respective boyfriends take us to the cleaners. Skylar is the only girl who has ever had that bizarre pleasure. It was an evening of passion. Kind of funny, I dumped my future husband shortly after that only to reunite with him after a lesser boyfriend in the middle. First, I had to learn to take a more mature approach to relationships. We are married to those men.

One by one they came up to us to smack our tushies with the paddles and squeeze our titties. Oh, it was really good, but they each took two turns. ¡Ay! Dana grabbed my p-ssy on both occasions when it was her turn. ¡Me cago en diez! It was horrible orgasming both times she did that to me, but I could not miss the opportunity. ¡Estoy más contento que un niño con zapatos nuevos!

The worst part was the straitjacket strapping my arms between my body and the bench. After my next orgasm, I finally surrendered using the important Rule of 5: «¡GUH! ¡GUH! ¡GUH! ¡GUH! ¡GUH!» I let a series of strong cries into the gag, making sure that each was distinct and had big breaths between it. I had reached my limits, and my desire for freedom was skyrocketing.

«All right, Millie,» Dana said in a stern but sweet, «Let's get this gag off your head.»
«¡UGH!» I grunted when the gag was removed, «Thank you. Please, remove me from this room and coat and let me rest on a bed. I will undo the rest when I am ready.»

That was the end of the game for me, but—¡Ay! ¡What an unforgettable game!—it was good. I fell asleep on my sorority sister's bed and woke up the next morning still bound and blindfolded.

THE END