1. Switchback


    Date: 9/19/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: visioneer, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    do it, you have to take off your clothes.” For a moment, Brooke thought Colleen’s resolve had withered. She bit her lower lip, looked around as if seeking an escape, and drifted to the window. She pulled aside the blinds. Even at night, one could see the college administration building across the tree-studded commons. “Not on my watch, Banes,” Colleen said. She lifted off her sorority shirt and folded it with the Greek letters exposed. Nothing bearing ΔΣΕ could touch the ground or be treated with disrespect. Every pledge had this tradition seared into her brain with humiliations most need experience only once. Colleen’s fingers seemingly sought reasons not to unzip her shorts, not to push them down, not to shed her panties. But she did, and she folded each with the same care as her shirt. She handed her clothes to Brooke and crawled naked onto the bed like it was thin ice over rushing water. She eased onto her back and crossed her arms over her breasts. Brooke retrieved a gym bag from the closet. “Brooke?” Colleen said. “Yes?” “Where did you put my clothes?” “Hanging in the bathroom. I put a bra with them.” Brooke dug four padded leather cuffs out of the gym bag. “Okay.” Brooke buckled a cuff around Colleen’s left ankle. Her skin felt cool, almost clammy. “No bras tonight,” Colleen said. “That’s bold for some of the girls.” Brooke laughed. “Like Phoebe? Let’s hope jiggling tits jiggle loose some credit cards.” “Are you two getting along?” “Well enough.” Colleen smiled. “Some ...
    of the girls painted pride flags on their cheeks for the wedding.” “Maria, Ashley…and Laura, I think,” Brooke said. “It’s cool two guys got married on campus.” “I had class, couldn’t go.” Brooke fitted a cuff to Colleen’s right ankle, pushed the leather tongue into the buckle, and snugged it. “It’s only right,” Colleen said. “People should be free to marry whomever they love. Thank you Justice Kennedy. Do you know the newlyweds?” “Seen them around, but no.” Brooke took lengths of black rope from the bag. Colleen wiggled her toes. “I had a class with Dave. He’s—“ “Collie?” “Yeah?” “You got to spread your legs.” “Okay.” Brooke tied the ankle cuffs to the bed frame. In turn, she lifted each of Colleen’s arms and wrapped a cuff around the wrist. Colleen smiled through her apprehension as Brooke fussed with the buckles. “How’s that?” Brooke said after tying off the last cuff. Colleen surveyed her spreadeagled body. During rehearsal, she had neither undressed nor been tied. A mistake, thought Brooke at the time, but Colleen had been determined to project a nonchalant face to the girls, some of whom had voiced second thoughts. Now, Colleen jerked each cuff, timidly at first, then harder, and whatever apprehensions she had hidden blossomed. “Oh my God,” she panted. “I’m helpless…I can’t…Brooke…I can’t…” Brooke cupped her face. “Colleen! Look at me. Phoebe. Zoe. Chandra. Maria. Emily. Ashley. Haley. Laura. Me. No one touches you that doesn’t run our gauntlet. We all pledged together. ...
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