There was a discerning gaze emanating from coach Amelia Emerson as she watched one of her athletes, Sarah House, line up for what would be the last vault on the day. Last weekend, her team had been destroyed at a meet after nearly every single one of her athletes had one disaster after the other on both the vault and beam. Step outs, falls, etc. the deductions had mounted in rapid succession for every member of the team.
Well, everyone besides Erika, of course. Amelia’s gaze drifted towards the raven-haired twenty-two-year-old woman for a moment. Erika stood arms crossed, watching with head tilted, eyes ready to roll at her teammate, most likely. The team didn’t wear their university-colored uniforms during practice, so of course Erika was in her usual black and violet leotard. It was maddening that her most experienced and talented athlete was the malcontent goth, but she couldn’t deny the woman's success over the past 4 years.
The 5’9” athlete was something else and had been awarded all-conference status every year. Even during last week's utter failure, Erika took second in the all-around, and won beam and vault outright. She would have placed first overall if it weren’t for her insistence on such unconventional floor routines, Amelia thought, exhausted. She had tried for four years to get it through that obstinate mind that appearances could matter, and when you go against the grain, you're more likely to run afoul of the whims of the judges on the floor. The music choice Saturday was decidedly strange, some low energy and depressing song from a band called Following Tears, or was it Flowing Tears? She shook her head at her star.
Erika seemed to sense the coach’s lingering gaze, as she turned and glared at Amelia, who seemed to fidget uncomfortably at those piercing gray eyes descending yet again on her. Erika was a strong willed, and at times a real bitchy smartass. Weirdly, the coach had to admit while she could be exasperating, it was impressive how the goth gymnast continued to succeed and still maintain her…unique brand of gymnastics. In a way, she admired that uncompromising personality. Amelia had certainly been far more timid at the same age. Erika was talented beyond belief and Amelia did see how dedicated she was. If only she would listen, damn it, and not turn every coaching moment into a battle of wills, I could actually help her grow even more.
Breaking away from the goth gymnast, the coach watched Sarah sprinting down towards the spring board. Amelia’s mind locked back to the work at hand. She nodded as Sarah’s body soared into the air, beginning a Yurchenko 1.5. Her breath caught for a fraction of a moment, then evaporated as the 20-year-old’s legs began to separate in air and she landed on the pad with a hop and a step. “Sarah, you’ve got to keep your legs together and trust in yourself!” The coach shouted.
Before she could say anything else, a sardonic voice lashed out from the goth gymnast. “Wow, really? I never would have guessed that’s what she needed to do for such a hard vault.” The words dripping with the sarcasm Amelia found so damn frustrating.
Before she could catch herself, Amelia called out Erika, “Well, if it’s so easy, why don’t you demonstrate for the team?” The coach immediately regretted her tone and words. One, it was not the way she wanted to conduct herself in front of the team. They needed to see her as level-headed and an authority figure. They didn’t need to see another petulant spat between her and the goth athlete. Second, she knew all too well Erika could and would nail the vault. In the strangest inversion of conventional wisdom, the goth was the most consistent and best at the two hardest apparatuses, vault and beam. The national team was even eyeing her to help with those two at the Olympics this coming summer.
The goth huffed, and before Amelia could stop her, lined up for a vault. The coach decided to grind her teeth rather than get into another shouting match. She watched as the goth gymnast took a deep, centering breath, closing her eyes. Amelia admired the athlete before her. Erika could go from shouting to cool and collected in the span of seconds. She often wondered what was going through that young woman’s mind in these moments. Is she envisioning what she’s about to do like I used to when I competed? As the red-haired coach pondered her star athlete’s mind, the goth let out an exhale. Her gray eyes shot open, focused as she raced down towards the vault horse. Her legs were powerful and confident. She moved with effortless conviction that always impressed the 36-year-old coach.
Amelia looked on with genuine respect as the young woman turned into a twisting blur of black and violet. The beauty and perfection of the vault were undeniable. She stuck the landing, as she always did, Amelia ruminated. The goth gymnast looked over her shoulder with a trademark smirk. The rest of the team gave a round of applause, and in an attempt to save face, and because deep down she was always impressed with her star athlete, Amelia gave a hearty clap.
It was well past the scheduled end of the practice, so Amelia quickly reminded her team to report early Monday morning for the next practice before she dismissed the collegiate athletes to enjoy their open weekend after a quick cleanup. The coach retired to her office. She shuffled through a stack of paperwork. It was monotonous, and her mind kept drifting back to Erika’s last vault. The cold, arrogant confidence and that smirk. The coach ran her hands through her short pixie cut hair. It had been the humiliating punctuation to a rough week for the fairly young coach.
Looking at the ticking clock mounted on the wall, she saw it was really late. The gym would be empty by now. Maybe I should indulge in some special training tonight... her eyes drifted to the two gym bags in the corner of the room. One in official university black and green. The other a simple weatherworn red that had faded to pink from the years. This second one contained the equipment for her special training.
Without a second thought, she seized the familiar bag and walked briskly to the other side of the main gym. It was indeed empty. The undergraduates would be out drinking and partying downtown, and the faculty would all be home trying to catch up on sleep. Her own duties wouldn’t return until Monday morning. The night was hers to enjoy.
She strolled into one of the back storage rooms. It was a large room brimming with extra, mostly antiquated equipment. She glanced over to a worn balance beam that was probably older than her. She had used it before for her fun special training, but she had her mind set on another stored item. Directly to the right of the beam was an old and frayed vault horse.
Her mind thought back to another vault horse, the one where Erika had put on her display. Amelia smiled to herself. She couldn’t pull off that sort of move anymore, but she could pull off something that would probably shock even that bewilderingly unflappable gymnast. Setting her bag down next to the horse, she stripped down completely. She looked down at her tall, still very much athletic frame. She had softened some from her competition days, but not completely.
She wasn’t vain per se, but she knew she still struck an impressive figure, and once she applied her beloved rope and chain, she really would be a sight. With how much she used this store room for her personal pastime, she really ought to stow away a standing mirror in here to enjoy the show more. It wasn’t like anyone came back here. Honestly, the surplused materials here probably should be cleared out, but Amelia had discovered this forgotten part of the university shortly after taking her coaching job here a few years back, and she had shielded it from the administration’s prying eyes. It was simply too nice a space for her self-bondage games. Quiet, secluded, and with plenty of things to tie herself to. She ran a hand across the vault horse. How many times had this apparatus humiliated talented and hopeful young women? Tonight, it would repeat that role, but in a very different way.
Amelia pulled out a few lengths of coarse red rope, a pair of handcuffs with attendant keys, a small timed lock box, a ring gag, and a few vibrating friends. One of the latter she slathered with plenty of lube and seated in her behind. She opened a connected app on her phone and set it to run until the battery died and randomized its settings. It began buzzing with irregularity. Amelia moaned. She wasn't the biggest fan of anal, but there was something deliciously humiliating about having a butt plug in while bound.
Next, she placed a matching pair of egg vibrators to each nipple, and applied a couple strips of tape to each to hold the devices in place. These she couldn’t control with the app, so she simply had them set to their highest setting. Knowing she’d be feeling the effects soon, Amelia quickly inserted the last vibrator into her sex. It was controlled by the app as well and so she applied the same settings as she had to the butt plug. She had lubed the device well, but honestly, she probably could have forgone that with how excited she was already.
She used a length of rope to quickly fashion a crotch rope to hold the last intruder in place during her planned fun. The rope was jute and felt slightly rough against her. She’d probably rub herself raw with it, considering how bothered she was. It wouldn’t be a big issue though, since she would have the whole weekend to recover. She could simply lean into the ache and agony it would create. As she cinched the rope one last time, she shuddered and had to quickly grip the vaulting horse.
Amelia squeezed as the devices in her front and rear entrance, just by a happy accident, began pulsing in an alternating cadence with each other, and they were both not exactly on a low setting either. Her toned arms, not as strong as they once were, flexed and she grunted through the pleasure. She thought for a minute that she would climax before even getting fully into position. Finally, though, the one in her front cut to a slow steady hum, giving her the space to try to actually get into her desired placement. She had laid out what she needed atop the horse, and quickly pulled herself up onto it.
Sitting on the top of the vaulting device, her knees bent with her legs under, the buzzing little friends were driven deeper, eliciting a gasp from her lips. The vault horse’s slope meant that she would constantly have to flex once bound to prevent herself from potentially sliding off, though hooking her feet over the back lip would make it a somewhat easier proposition. It added another fun element of mild predicament that would leave her strong legs a little worn out by the end.
She quickly grabbed another length of rope from one side and lashed calf to thigh. She repeated the process with the other leg before she lifted the ring gag to her mouth. Drool pooled already in an anticipating mouth. She popped the gag past her teeth, her tongue twirled and caressed the leather swathed circle. The secluded room meant she didn’t have to wear a gag that really stifled the moaning and screaming she’d be making soon enough. The front vibe started revving from low hum to high buzz and back again. It was a delightful feeling, and Amelia closed her eyes for a second to groan in pleasure.
She managed to regain some semblance of self-control, though, and quickly picked up her little lock box. She placed her handcuff key in the small rectangle, shutting the lid over her soon-to-be only means of escape. She quickly set the box to not open for 45 minutes, a fun, but not too long, a sentence. She placed it resting on the vault horse, pressing against the back of her bare ass. It would be a constant reminder of her helplessness. Then with one hand she grabbed the hinged handcuffs, locking them around one hand.
Before locking her second hand away, she caressed her chest one more time. Her own strong fingers massaging and groping with known familiarity. Just as the front vibrator crested into its highest point on its ramping cycle, she squeezed with her hand pressing hard against the vibrator taped over her right nipple. She gasped and threw her head back. It was nearly enough to send her over the edge, but not quite. She didn’t want to ruin her own fun, so she quickly placed her hands behind her back, locking the cuffs around the other wrist. She was truly secured now for the next forty plus minutes.
Amelia could tell this was going to be a good session. She was so aroused already. After the stressful week, this was the perfect way to unwind. She closed her eyes. The rear vibe started to buzz faster, while the one in front switched from ramping up and down constantly to a staccato pulse at a fairly high intensity. She moaned and flicked her tongue across the bottom of the leather ring prying open her mouth. Her drool was already threatening to run over her lips and down her chin.
The university gymnastics coach let herself fall into a fantasy as she liked to do during her special training. She imagined that after a grueling and demanding practice, her team of collegiate athletes rebelled and punished their unfair coach. That they had stripped her, bound her, and left her here to be found by the janitor to teach her a lesson. The discovery dooming her to be fired and publicly shamed all thanks to a gaggle of young women she had mentored.
But before leaving her to her fate, she dreamt they humiliated her, calling her everything from a whore to a bitch. She pictured each taking turns spanking her ass or slapping her vibrating tits. She whined, spittle oozing down her lips. An image of her star pupil dressed in her black and violet leotard flashed in her mental fantasy. That haughty, confident smirk only surpassed by the arrogant glare of her gray eyes. Amelia groaned loudly, picturing that talented goth gymnast blowing her a kiss before waving goodbye, and saying, “Who knew you were so kinky, coach,” as the team departed together, cackling to themselves.
She felt the edge of an orgasm cresting between her legs at the daydream. “Um, hello coach, did you hear me? I said, who knew you were so kinky?” Amelia’s brows arched as the phantom voice in her dreams spoke. Wait, no, that wasn’t part of her fantasy. Instantly, her eyes shot wide, and a dismayed scream let out.
Lost in her fantasy, Amelia had failed to hear the door open and Erika entering the room. Unlike dream Erika, this real one no longer wore a leotard. Instead, she stood in baggy black street clothes. Gothy makeup now replacing her no-nonsense makeup-less look from practice. The ponytail was gone, replaced by two pigtails. The smirk from earlier was back, though now on blackened lips. Gray eyes highlighted by black eyeliner looked both surprised and intrigued.
The red-haired coach panicked, thrashing aimlessly atop the vault horse at first. She tried to close her splayed knees, but quickly felt herself sliding down off her little platform, so she stopped and tried to bring her cuffed hands around to cover her womanhood in an attempt at modesty and to abate some modicum of the immense embarrassment she felt.
Amelia shook her head, wide eyed at how Erika was drinking in her humiliation with a smile. It proved too much; the stimulation from her vibes, the tight rough ropes and unyielding cuffs, the humiliation of being discovered by one of her athletes, and a very particular one at that. The orgasm that had been knocking at the gates seconds before Erika’s presence had been known finally slammed home.
Her body shaking and tensing in beautiful bliss and humiliation. She felt her hips rise involuntarily at the feeling. A shriek ushering past the open ring in her mouth. She came crashing back down, her butt slamming hard on the vault horse. Through the haze of pleasure, she realized too late that as her firm ass thumped back down; it hit the lockbox containing her handcuff keys. The small, but important, part of her self-bondage setup careened off the apparatus from the impact, clattering away to the tiled floor below. She whipped her hands around far too late and soon began whimpering and mewling at her new predicament.
“Ooo, was that important?” Erika asked mockingly, striding into the room. That damn arrogant confidence again, but this time, and maybe, if Amelia was being honest, every time before, it aroused her submissive heart.
Amelia tried desperately to pull her hands free of the cuffs. She needed to escape her restraints now. Find a way to explain all this away. The younger woman was getting close. Think Amelia, think! Nothing was coming, well one thing felt like it might again. She managed a few more mewls and some more thrashing that only made her nearly fall off her perch. In fact, she would have if Erika hadn’t leapt forward and caught her, pushing her back into position.
“Woah, coach. You nearly had a little tumble there. That excited to see your dark star?” One of her hands was still resting on Amelia’s chest, pressing the egg vibrator there hard against her nipple. The older bound woman grunted something sounding like a no as she shimmied her chest, trying to shake the pale hand away. Thankfully, Erika seemed to realize the situation as she quickly released her grip and held her hands up as if surrendering. “Oh, sorry, coach. I…uh…um well, I guess…we share at least one thing in common besides being great gymnasts.”
Adrenaline, arousal, and pure panic pulsed through Amelia. This was a horny fantasy brought to life. Yet it was terrifying and so much more humiliating than she ever imagined, but that also made it so much more pleasurable, paradoxically. But wait…what was that about having at least one thing in common, and had Erika just paid her a compliment over her skills as a gymnast?
Before she could fully register what had been said, Erika, hands still raised, smiled that arrogant little smirk, but there was a hint of an alien uncertainty to it as well. “Hey, coach sorry to interrupt your fun, but I think it was probably a good thing considering it looks like you lost your release. Look, I can leave if you want, well after returning that little time release for you, but…” The goth gymnast let her words trail off.
Amelia’s mind fogged by the orgasm, and the surprise visitor struggled to grasp precisely what Erika meant. Time release? One thing in common? Those words seemed to point to a singular possibility that her star athlete was in some fashion into bondage. It was a titillating prospect.
So what, though? This isn’t some two-bit porn channel movie. She was a university coach, and this was one of her female athletes. This was bad on so many levels.
“Can I take out the ring gag so we can talk?” Erika asked sincerely this time.
Amelia felt her chest rising and falling rapidly, not only from the pleasure still pulsing from the vibes, but from her fear as well. She managed a small nod. The goth gymnast quickly stepped behind her and unbuckled the speech-impairing gag. The redhead coach worked her jaw and licked her spittle covered lips and swallowed. Erika’s shadowy form drifted back into her vision.
“I can explain…” the gymnastics coach started before realizing any excuse she could concoct wouldn’t pass muster, especially with Erika’s sharp mind. Hanging her head slightly, she gritted her teeth and managed to choke out a part of the truth, each word feeling heavy on her tongue. “Look, Erika, this is exactly what it looks like. I tied myself up here to have some fun, and…” Before she could finish, a shudder shot up her spine as the front vibrator altered its setting once more.
She gasped and looked back into those gray eyes. They looked so different now. Confidence remained, but there was something behind it that she was seeing for the first time. Amelia wanted to call it longing, or perhaps admiration, but that made no sense. She wasn’t thinking clearly with the devices buzzing away. She needed them off. “Erika, the phone, can you deactivate the…um, the devices in me?” It was beyond humiliating to ask that of the younger woman, but this moment called for her to have her faculties.
Erika listened for once without any snide remark. Small miracles. She grabbed the coach’s phone and tried to open it. “What’s your passcode?” the goth asked, with almost a hint of respectful hesitation.
Amelia grunted out “1…2…3…4” between gasps as the devilish things kept working her over. She heard a small snort and a barely audible “Of course.” There’s my bratty little bitch, Amelia remarked to herself. It was oddly comforting to be truthful.
Erika flipped through the app and turned off the two vibes she could, while Amelia, with her flexibility, ripped the two small vibes from her chest. She panted, trying to gather her thoughts. She looked over to Erika, who stood expectantly leaning against the old balance beam.
“Look, Erika, I know this must be a shock, but if you’ll get my lockbox and set it in my hands, you can just walk out, and we can act like this never happened. I'll even cut you some slack at practice,” she spoke with a false authority. She knew it was a long shot, but she had to try.
The answer from the goth was quieter than her usual biting remarks, “I can do that if you want, but…I may have similar interests, and if I am being honest I…” the black clad woman was faltering in a way Amelia had never seen. Never once had she seen Erika like this at a competition, no matter the level. The goth stood up and squared her shoulders, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, as if she were about to take to an apparatus.
“Amelia, I’ll respect whatever you want. Give you back your keys, walk away, and we never have to speak of this again, but there is an alternative. Instead of that boring option, there is the more exciting one. The one where I stay and show you how much fun this sort of thing is with a partner. Because I can tell you don’t have a human release planned out with how desperate you sounded about me getting the keys for you. And I’m betting you’ve never been bold enough to try with someone else. This definitely seems like a risky self-bondage caper, and I should know because I have done my fair share.”
The bound older woman found herself at a loss for words. Erika had never addressed her by her first name, always coach or Ms. Emerson. It put her on the defensive so easily, and how had the young woman known her bondage experience was limited to self-play? Was there some tell or something? She should be screaming for option one, and begging Erika to forget this whole ordeal, but then why wasn’t she? The answer was both complex and simple at the same moment.
On the simple side, she was horny as hell, and Erika was offering to feed that lust, to feed her dark fantasy of being at the mercy of the team she coached, or at least one of them. On the more complex side was this kinder, gentler tone and look to the typically intense goth. It stirred something inside her. A quiet whisper that floated by her ear in the dimmest corners of her subconsciousness. The reason Erika always seemed to get under her skin like no one else. Something that remained elusive, but ever present.
The goth’s hand suddenly played across sensitive nipples, “So, coach, what do you think? Have I got talent or what?” The words were familiar and haughty, but now were delivered with a new seductiveness. Her skin pimpled in anticipation and sensation as those hands played at her chest. Her dark star was proving talented yet again. "Want more, my naughty coach?"
Without thinking, Amelia clenched her jaw and nodded. Dark lips descended. Surprisingly gentle kisses traced up the older woman’s toned stomach to her awaiting chest. Low moans involuntarily issued forth from the coach’s mouth. A tongue circled her nipple, as the gothic gymnast rose on tiptoe to reach her target. Something cold perked Amelia’s nip, Erika’s tongue piercing had dragged across the sensitive nub. She gasped. “Oh, did my slutty coach enjoy my piercing? What do you say we make things more interesting, coach?”
Amelia nodded frantically. She didn’t care now about anything, but enjoying the moment, and enjoying her partner in this clandestine act.
“Well, let’s get you down, and see what fun, kinky things we can dream up.” After a couple of minutes, the rope binding her legs was gone, and Amelia stood next to the vault horse, nude, in front of one of the athletes she coached, handcuffed and still stuffed front and back, the crotch rope holding it all in. No, not simply one of her athletes. This was Erika. The goth brat that had so often headlined any kinky fantasy. Standing face to face, Amelia had a couple inches on the younger gymnast. The goth wrapped her arms around the red-haired coach’s neck, pulling them both closer. Baggy black clothing collided with sensitive bare skin. Amelia shivered, and Erika smiled a new playful smirk. “You’re mine tonight, coach. I’m going to teach you so many things.” The older woman whimpered. This inversion of the daily power dynamic between the two was intoxicating for Amelia. Truthfully, was it that different, though? Erika rarely listened to her or treated her as a superior. Was that why this felt both exhilaratingly new, but also comfortably familiar?
A hand glided into Amelia’s short cropped red hair. Those fingers felt wonderful. Erika leaned up, her hand pressing the back of Erika’s head down towards her. She makes me want to melt to her whims; Amelia mused as their lips met in caress. Was this wrong? She was a good deal older and was the younger woman’s coach. Yet, Erika was the one pressing for this, guiding them both to some unspoken outcome. The older woman sighed as their kiss ended. The smaller woman looked up into Amelia’s expectant eyes, arching an eyebrow and she licked her lips, the silver tongue stud teasingly flashing at the action. “Alright, let’s see just how kinky you are, coach. But first kneel for your mistress.”
A part of Amelia balked at the idea of prostrating herself before a woman so much younger than herself. That voice, though, was drowned out in the raging storm of lust, anticipation, fear, and something more. She complied instantly.
“My, my, what a good, slutty coach,” Erika teased, booping her on the nose. Again, the goth gymnast had found a way to make the situation more humiliating. More degrading, and just with a light touch. The heat between Amelia’s legs, though, betrayed that the coach wanted, no yearned, for more. Seeing the sheen glistening below, Erika reached down and played with the older woman’s crotch rope. “You really are a naughty coach, huh?” Amelia whimpered with desire in response, closing her eyes as she eased toward her second orgasm. Then suddenly, her world erupted in pain. Erika slapped the coach’s lower lips where they bulged around the tight rope not once, not twice, but at least a dozen times.
“Uh, uh. You’ll have to show me what you can do to earn another orgasm, Amelia.” Then, with that sly smirk, Erika stood and pulled out the coach’s phone and snapped a number of pictures showing each to the kneeling and embarrassed woman. The first one she claimed didn’t show Amelia’s chest well enough. The next she said the coach had blinked. Another was just not right, while in another Amelia was apparently not enthusiastic enough. By the end, there were over two dozen images captured. “Hmm…I need to see what supplies you brought us to play with. I don’t have much in my bag, so why don’t you kneel there and relax? You’ve had a tough week. Oh, and I guessss I could leave you with a little entertainment.” The younger woman teased, reactivating Amelia’s front and back vibes. “Okay, let’s see what your mistress has to work with.” Mistress? Why’d that sound and feel so right?
As the coach whimpered in pleasure, her new younger mistress pulled item after item out of Amelia’s gym bag. Between pulses of building desire, Amelia thought to herself, well I really have built a nice collection. Erika laid out the full contents in a shockingly well ordered manner. “So, many options, coach. But ah, here are your spare cuff keys, I’m guessing. Good, now we can toss those pesky cuffs and let you enjoy all this wonderful rope.” The goth gymnast strolled back to the now softly moaning Amelia. Erika re-buckled the ring gag in her mouth. “I hope you are still pretty flexible, coach, or this next part is going to hurt. Just in case, grunt three times if you can’t handle it or anything else tonight.”
Amelia nodded, but then tensed. The front vibe had randomly cycled into an intense mode. Realizing what was happening, Erika mockingly smiled, “Hey, I know you are a slutty coach, but you had best remember your manners. You don’t get to cum without permission now that you're mine.”
That last word. Mine. It electrified Amelia’s nerves. The orgasm that was already near suddenly became an undeniable certainty. Desperate to obey, Amelia choked out a, “Muh ah cmph?”
“Nope,” was all the younger woman said as she plunged several fingers suddenly inside Amelia’s gagged mouth, pinning the older woman’s tongue down and preventing a repeat of the attempted plea. At the same time, Erika leaned in and planted a series of passionate kisses along the restrained woman’s neck. The violation of her mouth, the buzzing toys, and the lips at her neck proved too much, and she shuddered through another orgasm. As the ecstasy receded Erika retracted her defiling digits, and she bit Amelia’s neck hard enough the woman was sure she would have a hickey. She didn’t care, she was in the afterglow.
Erika interrupted that bit of bliss with her next words. “Tsk, tsk. Where was your control? You always ask us that. Well, I mean not me, of course. I am too good, but you do ride the others about it. And now? Look at you.” Erika wiped the spit on her fingers across Amelia’s chest. “You’re a mess, and you failed to listen to your mistress. You’re gonna have to pay.”
The already tired coach whimpered. She wanted to protest how unfair it had been. How she shouldn’t be punished for failing, but the truth was, she wanted it. Erika seemed to have an express lane to her deepest humiliating desires. I’m a pathetic, slutty little thing that disobeyed my black-hearted mistress. She can do whatever she wants with me, and I’ll happily take it for her. This smirking, cocky little bitch.
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Erika looked down at her work. She had done a hell of a job rigging up Ms. Emerson. Er, that sounded too formal in her mind. Amelia, perhaps? Yes, there was something intimate in using her coach’s first name again and again. The same coach she quietly had admired over the past four years. She had only come to this second-tier gymnastics program, because Ms. Emerson, Amelia that was, had caught her attention. Even back then, she had heard about Amelia’s career and was impressed with her knowledge and skill. Erika had instantly known she would be the right coach for her college career. And she hadn’t been proven wrong. The coach was demanding, but not in a cruel way. She gave amazing advice and saw every little space for even the smallest of improvements.
Erika might act like she wasn’t listening these past years, but she drank in every little suggestion, every observation. But thanks to years of practicing shutting people out, the goth had always lashed out at Amelia every goddamn time. It made it seem like she hated her coach when the truth was quite the opposite. It had always just been how she protected herself from pain. In fact, observing Amelia’s skills as a leader and her dedication both to the sport, and more specifically, to the athletes under her care, was so very endearing and inspiring. The truth was, Erika had become smitten with her much older coach. It was a ridiculous crush, a taboo one even. She had kept those feelings suppressed for the last couple of years, but then tonight had happened.
After hearing Amelia suggest a few things for her floor routine during practice, which, embarrassingly, Erika had thrown back in her mentor’s face at the time, the goth gymnast had come back late at night to practice some new ideas inspired by her coach. She did that often to save face with Amelia. Tonight, though, things went very differently. Before she could change back into her leotard, she’d heard all too familiar noises coming from the back. Cautiously checking it out had revealed her coach tied atop a decrepit backroom vault horse.
It had presented her with the perfect opportunity to approach her crush in a setting other than athlete and mentor, and a kinky one at that. Despite her apathetic, I don’t give a shit, attitude at times, the real Erika was a timid person afraid to share herself. To be honest with others about her tender side, let alone the kinky side that most would judge her for.
And now she had just finished tying up her mentor and crush, in a well, crushing position. Heh, good one Erika. Looking down, she flushed at the sight. Coach, er, Amelia was in quite the position. After removing her cuffs with the spare keys, the goth gymnast had tied a simple but strict breast harness with rough red rope from Amelia’s own bag. She had then bent the older woman’s arms up her back in a reverse prayer. It was impressive how flexible the redheaded woman was, years removed from competition. The reverse prayer had then been connected with the chest harness so that any time she tried to relax her arms even the slightest, it pulled hard on the ropes snaking around that beautiful set of breasts. Erika couldn’t help herself; she reached down and gave a small slap to one of those perfect mounds. Amelia grunted once through her ring gag, which was now padlocked on.
The real proof of her coach’s continued flexibility though was displayed by how Erika had handled the woman’s powerful legs. She had pulled both long legs up and behind Amelia’s head, crossing her ankles and tightly binding them with rope, that for good measure she also connected to the reverse prayer tie a few inches below, and would tug at her chest as a result. It put her pussy on full display, well with the modest coverage of the crotch rope cutting deep between her lower lips, of course.
Erika had left the two intruders in place. Why fix something if it’s not broken, right? She did, however, find a small egg vibrator that she had wedged under the rope directly over Amelia’s clit, smashing the sensitive spot. Just to make sure it didn’t move, she had added some tape into the mix as well. It sat dormant for now, but Erika couldn’t wait to see how her coach, turned willing bondage slave, reacted when it roared to life at its highest setting. She smirked at the thought.
“Almost done, coach! Just the final touch. We need something for those naughty nipples of yours.” Erika held up a pair of tweezer style nipple clamps and the earlier pair of egg vibrators the other woman had used in her first set up. “So, which would you like?”
Amelia grunted something unintelligible and tried to indicate with her head towards the small vibrators, going as far as to stick her tongue out through the ring gag in a desperate attempt to avoid the clamps. Too bad for her. Erika had already decided even before asking, but now she feigned surprise, saying, “Oh! Wow, what a dirty, kinky bitch. You want both? Of course, you can have both.” Amelia whimpered in dejected defeat.
Erika paused, waiting to see if those whimpers turned to the three grunts she had set as their safety. When that didn’t happen, she rushed in without mercy. The older woman’s nipples were already erect; she was clearly loving every second of what was unfolding. It made it easy to apply the clamps. Then, using tape, Erika secured one of each of the small vibrators as well. The vibrations might feel good, but they would also now agitate the painful clamps. Hope you are really a masochist coach, she thought.
Then she dragged the tightly packed woman across the floor, to directly under the balance beam. Erika ran a few ropes around the beam and connected them to three key points. One at the crossed ankles behind Amelia’s head, another at the center of her chest harness, and the last one at the crotch rope. She then worked each rope up inch by inch until a mewling Amelia swayed halfway between the ground and the underside of the beam. She added a couple extra support ropes for safety and to make the position bearable for how long she planned to keep Amelia like this, but made sure plenty of tension remained on the original three anchor points. The crotch rope and the breast harness in particular sounded to be quite uncomfortable from the whines now escaping the ring gag.
“Hope you are comfy. I’m going to use my mag release for my self-bondage, and I plan to set it for two hours. Meaning you’ll be here for that long, plus my setup, and well, I also thought since my coach is such a captive audience and she’s in such a unique position to observe my skill on the beam, I’d do a little routine for you first.” A sweetly pitiful groan emanated from her coach at the prospect. Could she be any more beautiful, Erika thought, feeling the heat rising once more between her own legs. Erika stripped completely. It was going to be weird to do a few moves on the beam nude, but she thought it might be fun, especially with such a special audience. It’d be a kinky way to show off all of her body and skill to her crush.
As the last of Erika’s clothes pooled around her ankles, she noticed Amelia was panting hard while looking with lust at her pale and toned body. Exactly what she hoped to see from her slutty slave coach. She smirked back. “Getting a little turned on, are we? What a slut! Here, let me help you with that.” And she quickly turned on the small vibes at the older woman’s tits and clit. The reaction was simply perfect. Amelia howled and her thrashing caused her to sway side to side under the beam. It was surely causing the rope to bite deeper into the beautiful woman’s tender flesh. Erika decided to leave the main two intruders working on a random setting as she figured that would help mix things up and keep them from getting stale in the couple hours to come. Entertainment if you would.
Speaking of entertainment, the goth thought to herself. She did a quick side mount to get up on the beam. She then let her nude form stretch out across the apparatus, laying on it directly above the swaying woman below. The sight was mesmerizing, like a sexy metronome. Erika rested her head on her hands, and let one leg dangle off the side of the beam as she stared down into that pleasure and anguish filled face. Pleading eyes confusedly asking for both an end and for a continuation. Without the three grunts, Erika made no effort to release her coach turned balance beam ornament. “So, I’m going to do a short routine up here, and I expect you to pay attention. Think you can do that?”
When she didn’t get an immediate response, she used her dangling leg to give a hard kick to Amelia’s exposed ass. It sent her swaying in a whole new direction and caused a whimper, before the older woman recovered and uttered something like, “Yhsh, Mhtrsh.” Just for fun, Erika gave Amelia another two swift and strong kicks, causing the woman to moan and sway even more.
“Good, now with this unique perspective, I really want you to pay attention and be ready to give me some meaningful feedback on my performance.” She rolled up effortlessly into a seated position. She pressed down with her foot on the clit vibe. “Got it, coach?” she asked innocently as Amelia shrieked from the pressure placed on her most sensitive spot. Erika withdrew the foot, only to deliver two more swift kicks to her ass. The gagged woman mewled and managed another “Yhsh, Mhtrsh!”
Erika smirked, “And if I find your feedback lacking…I’ll just leave you here all weekend until the staff finds you on Monday. So, you’d better pay attention down there.” Without waiting for a response, she stood up on the beam. She had no intent of leaving her coach, her crush, in such a terrible position all weekend, but Amelia didn’t need to know that right now. Erika smirked once more and readied herself for a quick routine. Afterwards, she would tie herself up alongside, well just above, her mentor. One of her deepest desires was being made real.
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The gymnastics coach couldn’t quite believe the events unfolding. She’d been discovered by her best athlete. Then instead of being released, the gothy gymnast had teased, tortured, and tied her in ways she hadn’t dared think of in her fantasies. Currently, she was dangling underneath a balance beam, in a fairly strenuous position, the ropes biting her in a number of sensitive spots while vibrators worked so many parts of her. The worst was the buzz at her clit, constant and unyielding. She’d already orgasmed in this position multiple times, or maybe the better description was she had endured one continuous orgasm. The pleasure was rapidly turning to a different sort of pain from the ropes.
Speaking of which, at that precise moment, the ropes suspending her here under the balance beam jerked, shaken by Erika landing another perfect aerial component. It pulled the rope fractionally deeper into her pussy and heightened the pressing vibe harder onto her most sensitive spot. Her body shuddered. Her hands and arms pushing backwards towards the floor, pulling on her chest. She felt tears welling in her eyes, though currently she wasn’t sure if they were joyous, pained, or both.
A shadow swung above her, once, twice, thrice. Erika was doing a wolf turn. Through the haze of sensations consuming Amelia, she tried urgently to catch glimpses of the routine taking place above her and causing her additional anguish with each impact. Erika had threatened to leave her here all weekend if she couldn’t provide any legitimate feedback. There were two main issues with that. First, her position and predicament made it nearly impossible to focus on and observe anything in a cogent manner. The pain and bliss pulled her focus, and tied as she was, she couldn’t even hope to track every move. The second, and more problematic, issue was Erika was immaculate in her beam routines. She was simply flawless. What insight, after all these years, could she hope to give?
Beam had always been Erika’s absolute best apparatus, and she had been damn near perfect when she arrived at university, and in the four years since the small room for improvement that Amelia had tried to get her to see had evaporated, probably out of spite more than anything. Yet tonight was making Amelia aware that Erika wasn’t all bravado and pride. Here in this strangely kinky atmosphere, she seemed to be communicating something else entirely with body language and with unspoken words between her playful, seductive even, actual words. What Amelia felt radiating tonight from Erika were emotions approaching adoration, and lust, perhaps. It made Amelia feel special in an odd way. To be the focus of so much attention from her usually dismissive star.
That star was now doing her final pass a pair of double back handstands into a full twisting double tuck for her salto dismount. Her eyes tracked the final sequence as much as she could, but was distracted by something she had missed until now. A glint in the light. She shouldn’t have been looking so closely there, but there was no denying Erika had at least two rings piercing her labia. Amelia reddened and closed her eyes as another wave of ecstasy washed over her.
A hard slap to her behind sent her swinging and caused her to look down to see Erika, nude, glistening from the exertion of the routine standing, with that trademark smirk. “Hey, I told you I’m going to want actual feedback. I hope you didn’t have your eyes closed for the whole thing.” The younger woman was letting her hand move slowly, caressing Amelia just above her pussy.
“No matter. Time for me to join you. I need to gather a few things. So, since I don’t want to leave you bored while I get set up myself, why don’t we get these other two intruders to one of the high settings to match the three eggs?” The words were dripping with expectation as the goth’s hands slid across sweat slicked skin. Despite how intensely sensitive she was already, Amelia didn’t hesitate. If Erika wanted to send her careening into a mind breaking state of pleasure, she willingly would leap into it for the other woman. Why exactly, though? Amelia wasn’t prepared to say or even expressly think it. Instead, she gave an emphatic nod in assent.
Those black lips parted, smiling down at Amelia, her hands running through the coach’s short red hair, causing Amelia’s eyes to loll and moans to burble out from the ring gag. A small, giddy laugh, something so genuine and foreign coming from Erika. Then suddenly the intruders in her front and back went from random pulsing to intense high speed. The already overstimulated Amelia lost all connection with reality for a moment. Every part of her seemed to buzz and hum. She didn’t even feel the pain as her arms pulled back trying to straighten behind her and her crotch rope tightened against the absolutely thoughtless thrashing her body did as she convulsed through a surreal state of bliss. Her mind blank, as she vacillated between wails of pleasure and nonsensical babbling.
At some point, the various vibrating offenders cut off, though her stuttering mind failed to register it for far too long. Every inch of her skin felt alight in tingling ecstasy. She’d never felt this way before. Self-bondage was fun, but this, this was something else entirely. Eventually, she became aware of a hand tapping her face lightly. “Heeey, hey there, coach. Back with me?”
Amelia mumbled something she thought was a yes. She wasn’t quite sure, honestly.
“Good,” a light kiss to the forehead following. “How was that? It’s nice to have a partner in all of this, huh?
In orgasmic afterglow, Amelia could only agree with her.
“I’m almost ready to join you. I’ve got our release set up.” A pale finger pointing up to a string hanging from the ceiling, dangling slightly above the beam. A black cylinder with a single handcuff key stuck like magic to the bottom side. “The mag lock is set to release the key in two-ish hours. It’ll drop into my hands and then I’ll be able to free us. Since this will be a lot longer, and I have no idea how durable you are, I took the clamps and egg vibrators off. I’ll reactivate the other two on random shortly. I doubt their batteries will last, but I have one other idea to keep you entertained.”
With that, the goth gymnast produced a shiny purple ball gag with something smeared on it. Amelia didn’t recognize it as one of her own, but immediately got an answer from Erika. “See, you aren’t the only one with fun toys. And I had this fun idea that since I’ll be tied straddling the beam above you, and you are wearing a nicely open ring gag, I thought to help keep you entertained, I’d do my best to drool into that sexy moaning mouth of yours. What do you say? Want to drown a little in my spit?”
Oh, the humiliation. The idea made Amelia instantly wet again. She moaned what she hoped was a yes and nodded.
“Great!” Erika said, before her face fell into a more serious look for a moment, as if she were going to say something else, but decided not to. Instead, she remounted the beam. She started by tying her feet crossed under the beam. The coach noticed that a small rope connected those pale ankles to her crotch rope. She could already tell that would be a fun aspect of their joint bondage. The next move by her star athlete was to fashion a small harness of rope around her waist that allowed her to position a magic wand perfectly over her own womanhood.
Before turning it on, though, the goth did something surprising. She tied small strings to each of her pussy rings and tied those off to the beam. Now if she tried to rise, it would pull painfully, Amelia imagined. Something that would be unavoidable too once the wand set to work. Erika slipped a single side of a pair of hinged handcuffs around one wrist. Next, she carefully picked up the purple gag again, bending forward against the beam as much as the pussy ring bondage would allow, dangling the ball gag in Amelia’s vision. “See that brownish stuff on the gag?” The coach gave a quizzical nod. “I had some honey left over from my lunch that I put on here. It should make me really drool, so I hope you are prepared to be drenched.” An expectant moan escaped the ring gag. Erika smirked, then her face contorted again into something serious. This time, the look lingered. What was going on in that bright mind of hers? What was she thinking behind those beautiful gray eyes?
Erika paused. She had been having so much fun playing with Amelia. She’d spent a full five minutes alone watching the older woman convulse in pleasure under the beam after she had turned the two internal vibes all the way up after her routine earlier. It had taken all her will to tear her vision away and start working on her own self bondage for the evening. Now, looking down, there was something Erika wanted to admit. Something that would be a point of no return. Something that would likely shatter their worlds. One might think that had already happened on the night of mutual bondage and sexy fun, but somehow the words trying to claw their way out of her throat felt heavier. More final. She’d already backed out once, and part of her wanted to again, but she couldn’t.
“Amelia, I…I know this is inappropriate, but seeing as we are this far gone, I need to tell you something.” Erika’s gray eyes saw a mix of bewilderment and anticipation on the older woman’s face. “I want you to know how much the past four years have meant to me. I know I didn’t show it, but you helped me grow so much as an athlete and a young woman.” She was losing her nerve. She looked up for a second and took a breath. “I treasure having you as my coach, but, see, I think I want, no need, us to be more. I like you, Amelia, and I know that’s probably wrong, but I can’t keep going on like I don’t.” She looked back down to see, unsurprisingly the redhead looked stunned. She wouldn’t be able to make any meaningful response Erika knew, but that’s exactly why she had chosen to say her words now.
This way, Amelia couldn’t rebuke her, not immediately. She could enjoy a couple of hours knowing she had made her peace. Amelia knew her feelings now without Erika having to face the very real idea that she would be rejected. The goth gymnast crammed the gag into her mouth before she said anything else she’d regret. The honey tasted sweet, and spittle was already forming in her mouth. She flicked the wand on to its max, causing slightly painful vibrations to her lower lips, stretched as they were, but feeling perfectly arousing otherwise on her clit. She leaned down on the beam and finished cuffing her hands behind her own back. The position pressed the wand harder against her, and she gasped. Spit was already beginning to threaten to escape.
Tied up and lashed to the balance beam with her crush below her, Erika couldn’t help but cum in a matter of minutes. As her body quivered from the climax, her legs jerked up, pulling on Amelia’s crotch rope and eliciting a small surprised shriek. As Erika’s legs kept pulling up with each pulse of her orgasm, it kept tugging, and based on the sounds now escaping the other woman, Erika could tell they were both riding plenty of pleasure. She let the feeling wash across her while she heard Amelia gasping below.
Rational thought groggily returned to Erika’s mind after a few more minutes. By then, her honey gambit was paying off. A near constant stream of spit flowed from her gagged lips directly onto Amelia below. A lot of it had missed its mark, coating the older woman’s face, but with conscious thought back, Erika began directing the torrent. Soon, more of her drool landed directly into the open ring gag than did not. She wondered how her coach, her crush, would handle the humiliation and predicament.
To her surprise and lust, Amelia did not try to block or cough the foreign saliva out. Instead, she kept swallowing it greedily, almost. Erika’s gray eyes became enraptured by the sight of her mentor of the past four years literally tied up and drinking her spit. It was too much, and another orgasm wracked her. This time, half consciously, she let her hands raise up lazily, checking that the key and mag lock remained in reach. It indeed was, but as her hand brushed it, there was an odd feeling.
That odd feeling turned to horror as the lock and key separated from the string holding them aloft. A lust-addled Erika, caught by surprise, couldn’t act quickly enough. The magnet and key slipped past her hands, hit the balance beam, and fell down to the floor below. Erika froze. Her gray eyes locked with Amelia’s. Neither moved as what had just happened slammed into their minds. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t. Erika was always careful about her releases. She’d never screwed up. Yet a black magnet and key on the floor said something else entirely.
No, no, no! Irrationally, the goth gymnast thrashed in her bondage. Her hands flailing in the air, fingers occasionally glancing at the improperly tied string that the key and magnet had fallen from. A taunting reminder of her failure. In her panic, Erika thrashed. Her legs tugged pointlessly, pulling painfully at Amelia’s crotch rope based on the squeak from her. Erika, at the moment, didn’t have time to really think about that. She had to free them. This was her fault. They might be, no, they were almost certainly stuck because of her, and in such an indecent pose. She screamed into her gag. She tried fruitlessly to reach her ankle bindings. It was no use, the crotch string and cuffs wouldn’t allow her to reach far enough down, and no matter how hard she tugged up with her ankles, much to the screaming of her mentor, she couldn’t get them high enough to reach.
Come on Erika, think! There was crying coming from below. It pulled her frenetic mind downward. She saw Amelia’s eyes had welled with tears and she was sobbing through her gag, occasionally sputtering and choking on her own spit as she did. Erika, seeing the taunting key on the floor and seeing the woman she had hoped to treat to a wonderful evening so distressed, simply lost it. Tears started forming at the edges of her vision, warping the world, and leaving only Amelia’s despair clear. Erika tried to reassure her, but the gag reduced the words to a muffled, incoherent bleating. The result was another gush of saliva dropping onto the already broken woman, who turned her face and closed her eyes in dejected sorrow. Gone was the excitement, the lust, the fun.
It didn’t take a genius to see why her mentor would be so distraught. If they were indeed stuck, the worst case might end in a medical emergency for one or both. Best case was someone happened to find them before that, but then Amelia was almost certain to lose her job over this bit of impropriety with one of her athletes. It wouldn’t matter that this was consensual, that if anything, Erika had pressed for it. And after an incident like this, her beautiful and caring mentor would likely never work as a coach again. With a little lust and carelessness, Erika had destroyed the life and career of this wonderful person. Finally, the tears poured forth. Her vision of the defeated beauty below blurred mercifully. Their fates set. Erika would keep trying to free them, but she knew she stood no chance. Desperation to save Amelia, though, fueled the futile effort. How had this turned from dream to nightmare so quickly? she lamented as a new, now unwanted, orgasm built between her legs.
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Epilogue
The gym was always a creepy place late at night to Sarah, so the moans and shrieks she heard coming from a back room had been precisely not what she wanted to hear when she had come back to pick up the keys she had left behind. Every horror movie ever told her to turn around and flee, but curiosity was a bedeviling thing. She stood outside one of the gym’s back storage rooms, her hand resting delicately on the handle. The noises were weird. They sounded like at least two people in distress, but also, there was, how to put this? There was a sound closer to someone having a good time.
Was it just two people banging? If so, she should go, right? I mean, who wants a creepy voyeur? Sarah thought. It wasn’t like Sarah would even want to see that. She had never really gotten the whole appeal of sex thing. The couple of times she tried it, it had just felt boring. But what if there was someone actually in trouble? Fuck! She thought. She’d always been raised to help those in need, and if it was two people having a good time, she could feign surprise and back out quickly. No harm, after all, this was a gym, not a bedroom.
She tensed, but opened the door with intent, flinging the door inward. The sight she was greeted with seemed to fit and not fit both of her visions. There were two people here who seemed to need assistance. But why that was, and who they were, pretty much broke Sarah’s brain. Tied to an old balance beam was a familiar black-haired gymnast. Erika’s tear-streaked face was bulging from a violet ball gag. That’s what that is called, right? Sarah thought. Her hands cuffed, and her body otherwise tied up. And below, more shockingly, was Sarah’s coach, Ms. Emerson, trussed like a piece of smoking meat suspended below the beam. Both women looked upset, but they were moaning in a way that made Sarah think this was one of those weird sex things. Considering who the two people were, it made sense. While Sarah might not get sex or romance herself, she had eyes and ears. It had always been obvious these two were attracted to each other. Good for them. Alright, time to back out slowly.
But then Erika seemed to notice Sarah. She frantically garbled something at Sarah, spit flying all over their coach. That’s gross. Seeing the urgency and beckoning look, Sarah stepped forward and unbuckled the gag on her teammate.
“Ugh, thanks, Sarah,” Erika said more timidly than anything she had ever heard from the brash star of their program. “Uh, I guess you wouldn’t believe this is all just…a misunderstanding?” She seemed to be having a hard time saying the words, as if distracted. It must be the thing Sarah could hear humming away at the woman’s nethers, she supposed. “Nope.”
“Right, um, well, we are stuck…could you, um, maybe unlock my cuffs? The key’s on the floor there.” She nodded with her chin. Sarah saw a key laying next to a weird looking black cylinder.
Putting most of the situation together, she saw an opportunity. If she helped the best gymnast she had ever met and their coach, then maybe if she were lucky, they would help her work on the damn vault. It kept killing her scores in the all-around. It never even occurred to the young woman that she could snap some blackmail pictures or coerce the two with this little discovery. Her mind focused solely on helping.
In short order, Sarah assisted the two still very nude and embarrassed women to free themselves, which included turning off a fair few buzzing love devices. Apparently, they had been like this for several hours. They seemed nervous, worried even once they were free. It took Sarah a minute to parse out why, but it eventually clicked that they were afraid of some kind of administrative discovery and reprisal. That was silly. This was their personal business, and honestly, it was kind of cute. Maybe I’m more of a romantic than I think, at least when it comes to other people. “If you’re worried that I’ll tattle, don’t. The rest of the team and I sort of assumed you two were already screwing each other.”
The two looked surprised at that statement. She decided to ask after a reward for her good deed for the day. “So, seeing as I helped you two, could one of you maybe, as a thank you, help me with my vault?”
The two looked again at each other, a smile and a smirk on their lips this time. Erika spoke for both of them. “Yeah, definitely.” Score, Sarah thought. A weird way to earn some extra training and help, but still it was great knowing she’d get some one-on-one with the best vaulter in the conference and their amazing coach.