Justin was bored. Here he was, sat alone in his dorm room, in the middle of Spring Break while the rest of his classmates were partying it up in Cancun. How had it come to this? Only a couple of weeks ago Justin had a girlfriend and a guaranteed place on the trip. Then he managed to mess it all up. Justin couldn’t face the prospect of seeing Maddy so soon after their break-up (or see her potentially hook up with other guys) so he’d sold his ticket to his otherwise reclusive roommate. He’d used the money from the ticket to buy himself a new gaming laptop. The idea was to distract himself while everyone else was away having a great time. Except there was one problem: it still hadn’t arrived.
Justin had already resigned himself to the fact he’d probably spend the whole week just watching Netflix and wanking when he heard a knock at the door. He almost couldn’t believe himself when he heard the noise: it was finally here! Justin rushed to the door and was greeted by a burly delivery guy who handed him a tablet to sign. Hurriedly scribbling his signature, a package was shoved into Justin’s hands as the delivery guy raced away to his next drop off. Justin could barely contain his excitement as he closed the door behind him. Placing the package on his desk, he grabbed the scissors and quickly ripped open the box.
His excitement quickly turned to a confused disappointment when he wasn’t met by his gaming PC, but something altogether different. Assaulted by the smell of leather, the box was filled with the kinds of things you might see in Fifty Shades of Grey rather than Radio Shack. Picking up the first item, Justin could see it was a thick leather collar with D-rings around the side and a clasp to fit into place. A metal chain with a handle was attached, presumably a leash of some kind. Under the collar were some other items, including a pair of metal handcuffs with some frilly purple fur coating. Justin stood there for a moment in a state of complete disbelief. What was happening right now? Who would send him a box of bondage gear? Did Maddy send this to him as some sort of sick joke?
Examining the package, Justin was horrified as he realised his mistake. The package wasn’t addressed to him, but to someone called Christina Yuen. Justin’s mind began reeling. Not only had he opened someone else’s mail, a criminal offence he was pretty sure, but he’d also now seen the last thing anyone would want someone to accidentally see. Mortified at what he’d done, Justin quickly put the collar and handcuffs back into the box and tried in vain to tape it back up. Alas, in his excitement he had practically ripped the box open, and there was little way to hide that fact. Sitting down at his desk Justin’s mind was running through a million thoughts. Who was Christina Yeun? Why was she ordering bondage gear to his dorm room?
After about twenty minutes Justin had sufficiently calmed down and he reassessed the situation. Despite having opened someone else’s mail, he’d done so accidentally. There was no intention there. What was more, it was addressed to his dorm room. Unless Christina happened to be the kinky girlfriend of his reclusive roommate (which he highly doubted), she’d sent this package to the wrong address. It was her fault. What’s more, given the contents of the package, there’s a chance Christina wouldn’t want to report it as missing to the college mail services. She’d probably just claim it had never been delivered and get it sent out again. There wouldn’t be any expectation that Justin would have the contents. Right?
As he sat on his bed ruminating, Justin found he couldn’t take his eyes off the package. He thought back to Maddy, how she’d asked him to tie her up one night. How instead of just going along with it, he’d freaked out. This led to an argument, her saying how she felt rejected, Justin unable to formulate any kind of response. Eventually she just left, and that’s the last he’d seen her. She texted him the next day saying they should probably start seeing other people. As Justin reflected on his relationship, he kept trying to understand why he’d freaked out like he did. And the whole time his eyes were locked onto that box. What else did it contain?
Eventually Justin’s curiosity won out, and he opened the box again to inspect its contents. As he handled the collar, he noted how sturdy it was, and admired the fantastic feeling the leather had. The handcuffs seemed to be made of real metal, with safety clasps on the side to release. The purple frill looked like it cushioned the wearer’s wrists as they wore them. As well as the collar and cuffs, Justin found a bright red ball attached to a strap, with a similar clasp to the collar. Justin didn’t need any second opinion to realise this was a ball gag. As he handled it, he briefly imagined what it would be like with that big red ball in his mouth, before banishing the thought. Next to the ball gag was a sturdy looking blindfold, with soft purple fur padding on one side.
Whoever Christina was, she had good taste, Justin thought to himself. His mind wandered back to Maddy, and Justin wondered what if he had said yes to tying her up. He started imagining her wearing the contents of the box. It didn’t take long for Justin’s already stirring penis to get hard. Soon his mind started to branch somewhere new. What must some of these things feel like to wear? Bringing the box to his bedside, Justin lifted out the collar and tentatively placed it around his neck. The leather felt cool against his skin. The leash hung awkwardly from the D-ring at the front as Justin closed the clasp, imagining it was Maddy buckling it around his neck. Picking up the gag, he paused for a moment, contemplating what he was doing, before placing the red rubber ball behind his teeth, feeling the straps dig into his cheeks as he tightened it. Placing the handcuffs over his wrists, he hesitated before clicking the metal band around his left hand, and then his right. His hard on was raging at his point, desperate to be touched as Justin awkwardly placed the blindfold over his head, wishing he had done this bit before the handcuffs.
Once the blindfold was on, Justin fell back into bed and fantasised about Maddy. He imagined her on her knees, collar around her neck, her hands tied behind her back as he gazed longingly at him, murmuring something through the ball gag. With each stroke, Justin felt like his sensitivity had been dialled to eleven. Justin lost himself in the fantasy, moaning into the ball-gag, caring less and less about who in this empty dorm hall could hear him. Before long Justin could feel himself getting close, slowing down his strokes to make the feeling last. Balancing on the edge, Justin strained against his restraints, before exploding into a mind-numbing orgasm, his load shooting across his stomach and chest. Between the intensity of the orgasm and the soporific effects of the blindfold, Justin drifted off to sleep in a state of post-orgasmic bliss.
A knock at the door…
A loud knock at the door the next morning jolted Justin awake. Panicking at the prospect of not being able to see, he quickly remembered the blindfold and self-induced bondage from the night before. Fumbling around, Justin brought his still-handcuffed hands up to take off the blindfold before finding the releases on the side of the handcuffs to remove them from his now sore wrists. Justin slowly took the ball-gag out of his aching mouth, marveling at how he was able to fall asleep with such a thing in for so long. Justin’s self-reflection was cut short however by another assertive knock on his door. Who could it be? Quickly removing the collar from his neck, Justin threw all the bondage gear into the box it arrived in and kicked it under his bed. Throwing on some sweatpants and a hoodie, Justin didn’t care about the stains across his chest, he was just focused on getting rid of whoever was knocking at his door.
As soon as Justin opened the door, he was transfixed. Rather than the burly delivery man from the day before, in front of him stood one of the most beautiful people he’d ever seen. She was a little shorter than Justin, with a petite frame and mesmerising face. She looked like she could be a model, or an actress from one of those K-Dramas that his roommate was always watching. Justin was so speechless at the sight of this woman, he hadn’t even noticed the silence that had emerged. Breaking the awkwardness, the woman spoke first.
“Hi, this is going to sound embarrassing, but I think I sent a package to this address by mistake. My name is Christina, I lived in this room last year, and I must have forgotten to change my address when ordering.”
So… this is the mystery Christina. This is the bondage enthusiast who unwittingly sent Justin a box of her deepest and darkest desires. A gorgeous girl stood in front of him basically admitting that she was kinky. What should he do? Justin knew this wasn’t going to be one of those pornos where the girl offers the pizza guy some other way to settle the tab. He’d opened Christina’s mail and just spent the last seven hours locked up in her bondage gear. There was no way she was going to be cool about all this. Justin could imagine the drama that could emerge from all this. The accusations, what this would do for his reputation on campus, even his position as a student. The right thing to do would be to own up to the situation. Here. Now. Explain how it was all one big misunderstanding.
“No, no package was delivered here, sorry.”
As Justin said the words he was screaming in his head. What are you doing, he thought to himself. Any chance of being able to get out of this situation honestly was rapidly evaporating. And for what? There’s no way she’ll believe this. With a slight tilt of the head, and a brief pause at his response, Christina nodded thoughtfully.
“Oh, okay... Well, if anything does happen to get delivered here, please let me know, okay?”
“Of course!” Justin replied, knowing full well he was in too deep now to say anything to the contrary. Not only had he opened her mail and touched himself wearing her bondage gear, but he’d also now lied about it to her face. There was no going back.
As Christina walked down the corridor, Justin closed the door, both wishing he could have stood there talking to Christina forever, and thankful it was over and he’d (somehow?) gotten away with it. Being sure to lock the door behind him, Justin took off the hoodie and sweatpants and went to shower to wash himself from the night before. In the shower his thoughts turned to Christina, and he started fantasising, imagining her wearing all the bondage gear. As his erection stirred, he fought off the urge to masturbate right there in the shower.
After drying off, Justin retrieved the box from underneath the bed and placed its contents in front of him. Picking up the collar, he wrapped it around his neck and attached the leash to his bedframe this time. Placing the blindfold around his head, Justin secured his hands behind his back, limiting his ability to touch himself. Once the handcuffs clicked into place, he felt a rush of intense feeling as he struggled in his bonds. The leash kept him from being able to pull back fully, and he was bound to his bedpost, unable to touch himself until he let himself out. He fantasised about Christina being bound to the bed like this, struggling until an unknown captor let her free. Gyrating his hips back and forth, Justin was desperate to orgasm as he tried in vain to reach around.
Eventually his base feelings won out, and Justin reached for the safety release. With his hands behind his back, it took a couple of attempts, but once his hands were free, he started vigorously masturbating, imagining Christina having just freed him, watching him touch himself as she kept him chained to the bed. Justin could feel himself about to cum, buckling at the intensity of it all. Once again Justin lay there in a state of absolute ecstasy, marvelling at how much his life had changed in less than 24 hours. He’d loved the feeling of not being able to touch himself, and wondered what it must feel like to be actually restrained, with no safety clasps to let him out.
Justin spent the rest of the day on Reddit. The further and further he delved into bondage. He saw scenes of people tied up in hogties, unable to move, being forced to crawl on their elbows and knees as the rest of their limbs were restrained. With each picture and video Justin got more and more aroused, but he was struggling to find anything he could do by himself. Each of these scenes either had such complicated restraints that another person was required to be present to tie the person up; or they involved keys that were frozen in ice and dangled from a ceiling. Shortly after moving in Justin and his roommate had noticed a bolt hanging from the ceiling. Now Justin imagined Christina being tied up, the key to her release hanging from the bolthole, pleading Justin to release her so they could have sex.
Another package
The next morning Justin awoke surrounded by the bondage gear. The leash and handcuffs were fastened to the headboard while the blindfold and gag were slumped around his neck. Once again he’d fallen asleep in the bondage gear, after having orgasmed countless times to the wild porn he’d found. Deciding it was time to get some fresh air (and coffee) Justin put on some respectable clothes, opened a window, and went to leave his room, when he nearly stumbled over a box in front of his door.
He didn’t remember hearing a knock. Then again, it wasn’t uncommon for the delivery companies to just leave packages by doors and take a photo as “proof” of delivery. Thinking for a moment it might be his gaming PC (but also secretly hoping it might be something else) he threw away any intentions to leave his room that day and the package inside to inspect its contents.
As Justin had hoped, it was once again addressed to Christina. She must have ordered in bulk, with the delivery being split across multiple packages. Justin could hardly contain his excitement as he inspected the contents of the box. The first thing Justin pulled out of the box were a pair of impossibly high heels. In matt black, these heels had a platform and must have measured at least seven or eight inches. Next to the heels sat a pair of purple panties. They were made of a thin silky material, decorated with flowers and other ornate patterns. In a moment of curiosity Justin held the panties up to his hip – they looked like a perfect fit.
Justin had never worn girl’s pants before. Before his ex, he’d never even seen a pair on a girl. He remembered back to a time when Maddy jokingly suggested he wear a pair of her panties when he’d run out of clean underwear. He thought back to that time they were walking back from a party, and she pleaded with him to change shoes, so that her feet could get a break from the heels she was wearing (when you both have the same shoe size, it’s a surprisingly frequent request). Pausing for a second, Justin could hear his breath as he considered what he was about to do. He was alone, no one would know, and he could take them off straight away afterwards. Sliding off his towel, he looped the panties around his ankles and slowly brought them up to his hips. Sure enough, they hugged his body in a way that made the material sit naturally, rather than make anything squeeze or bulge.
The one thing the panties couldn’t stop bulging however was Justin’s penis, which was standing to attention from the feel of the material on Justin’s body. Touching himself, he loved the feeling of his penis rubbing against the silky material and imagined Maddy touching him through the panties. Next his mind went towards the heels. By chance they also happened to be his size. The platform heels had laces in the front with a zip on the side, and Justin was able to fit his feet in before zipping it back up. With both his feet now arched, he unsteadily tried getting to his feet, using his bedframe for support. Towering in his room, wearing nothing but the pink panties and platform heels, Justin started to imagine Christina or Maddy wearing what he was wearing. It didn’t take long for Justin to get fully erect, but he put off the urge to masturbate right there, wanting instead to check out what else lay in the mystery box.
The next item Justin pulled out of the box was the same shade of purple as the panties and handcuffs and consisted of two sections of material meshed together by a webbing of string, with zips on either side. As Justin held it up to his body, he saw it was a corset, like Kiera Knightley in Pirates of the Caribbean. Trying to wrap it around him, Justin found the zips barely made it across his chest, let alone be able to come together by his stomach. Looking more closely at the overlapping layers of string, he recognised where you could tighten or slacken the corset. Sure enough, loosening some of the knots Justin was able to pull the two pieces of material further apart, until they were able to join together by Justin’s stomach. Breathing in, Justin was then able to slowly zip up the corset and fumble with the string, until he’d tied the end loops around his stomach. Admiring himself in the mirror, Justin saw the appeal of such a piece of clothing. It was designed to squeeze his figure and accentuate his hips and chest, and he saw his waist had shrunk to a not unbelievable size, practically melting into his hips. Wishing briefly that he did indeed have tits to be able to show off, Justin’s mind went towards some of the toys that had recently come into his possession, and fantasized about how he could tie himself up wearing his new clothes. Peering over to the box, he noticed there was one more item.
The next item gave Justin pause. It was a butt plug. Black, made of some kind of silicone, with a pink sparkling jewel on the end. Justin had never stuck anything up his ass before. He’d never understood the fascination girls had with it. He’d heard that guys could at least get some pleasure from the pressure on the prostate, but why was a girl like Christina interested in sticking a plug in her ass? As he considered this question in his mind, he couldn’t deny he was getting hard at the prospect. Maybe he could try? Thankfully the butt plug came with a generous bottle of lube.
Thinking about how many new things he’d tried in the last 24 hours, Justin decided, rather than overthink it, to just give it a go. Bending over, he applied some lube to his finger and tentatively felt around his asshole before gently pushing the tip of his finger in. As if on cue, he could feel his sphincter clench and his penis stand to attention. Applying more lube, he was able to put the rest of his finger in and found the whole experience not totally unpleasant, even managing to relax a bit in the process. Eventually, he built up the courage to take the butt plug, lather it with lube, and bring it to his asshole. It took Justin a couple goes of slowly pushing it in and pulling it out again, each time pushing it further and further, until he felt his ass swallow up the bulb and nestle itself around the narrow tail. The feeling was foreign, but not entirely unpleasant. His penis was rock hard as he adjusted to this new experience. Checking himself out in the mirror, he liked the way the pink jewel caught the light, and was shocked to see his reflection. Deciding to go a step further, he dug out the collar and leash, and imagined himself being led around a party dressed like a sexy purple slut. Justin didn’t even wait to lie down to touch himself, instead balancing on his 8-inch heels, watching himself in the mirror as he stroked his cock through the panties. As his hips buckled, he could feel the panties catch his load, as his cum started to pool around his crotch. As he orgasmed Justin could feel his sphincter contract, adding a whole new sensation to the experience. Needing to lie down after that experience, Justin felt himself dozing off, his thoughts being entirely consumed by images of Christina and Maddy taking turns dominating him, the two of them making out over his helplessly restrained body.
Asking again
Justin was woken out of his stupor by another knock on the door. It was late afternoon, the sun was close to setting. He’d drifted off again after his last orgasm, lying diagonally across his bed still dressed in the corset, panties, heels, and collar. The butt plug, having started off as a pleasant feeling, was now an annoying presence in his ass. Another knock rapped on the door, this time more forceful. Justin sprung up and reached down to unzip the heels. Another knock, banging on the door. Realising he didn’t have time to take off the corset, much less remove the butt plug, he threw on his sweatpants and hoodie to conceal the frilly panties and corset. Stumbling over to the door, he nearly forgot about the collar, fumbling at the clasp as he looked through the peephole. Sure enough, he could see Christina standing there on the other side, this time looking decidedly more impatient. Shit shit shit, Justin thought to himself. He ran back to his bed and threw everything he could under the bed, stuffing it in behind his old suitcases and textbooks. Running over to the door, he braced himself as he opened it to have Christina rip him a new one.
As he opened the door, Justin felt something strange happen. Suddenly a vibrating sensation erupted from his ass. What the hell? Justin thought to himself. The butt plug had come alive! Was there a remote that came with it? Did he unwittingly set it off as he forcefully shoved everything under his bed? It was too late now. The plug had only turned itself on as he had already started opening the door. He now stood in front of Christina; conscious he was wearing her corset and panties while her butt plug vibrated away inside of him. What the hell had he become? Conscious of the awkward silence he had let emerge last time, Justin stammered out a hello. Christina’s annoyed demeanour quickly melted away as she smiled, mistaking his awkwardness for flattery. Not that he wasn’t hopelessly obsessed with her. But his mind was mostly focused on the now vibrating plug in his ass that was sending new sensations throughout his body, as he prayed that Christina couldn’t hear the whir of the motor.
Christina apologised for interrupting him again, but she really needed to know if anything had been delivered to this room by mistake. She told Justin how she’d spoken with the delivery company, who’d said two packages had been delivered, but couldn’t disclose to her who had signed for them. Justin could hear the desperation in her voice, but knew if he owned up now, he’d be in a lot of shit, probably put onto a register or something. As he looked into her pleading eyes, Justin thought he was going to have to give the whole gig up when a spark of inspiration hit him. Justin began to suggest how, because it was the holidays, maybe the mail was being delivered but not yet distributed, and perhaps she was going to receive all her packages at once, once the holidays were over. Justin explained to her how he’d ordered a gaming PC that still hadn’t been delivered, as if that were proof somehow.
As the plug whirred away, Justin prayed Christina would believe him and leave him alone. A look of acceptance broke out across Christina’s face. She thanked Justin for his time and told him if another package were to arrive, to let her know straight away. Assuring her he would, Justin closed the door and slumped against the inside of it, unsure of how he’d managed to survive that encounter. Seeing Christina again she was somehow even more beautiful the second time round, and Justin fantasised about what it would be like to have sex with her, to see her dolled up in the corset and heels, maybe even to have sex with her while she wore the butt plug.
The rest of the evening he continued to play with his new toys. It had been almost a week since the start of Spring Break, but in the last few days Justin had become obsessed, barely eating or leaving his room, just wanking as much as his body would allow and tying himself up in various positions. By the time the knock on the door came the next morning, Justin was in a trance. Christina was the only person he’d spoken to all week. He knew exactly what was going to be on the other side of that door, and didn’t even question the package as he brought it in, only just remembering to lock his door before opening its contents.
The final package
Sure enough, it was another package addressed to Christina, containing another raft of sex toys and bondage gear. Justin couldn’t wait to play with it all, having practically been living in the corset, heels, and panties. Pulling out a pair of serious looking handcuffs, Justin was ecstatic. Unlike the pink frilly ones he’d received in the first package, these had no safety latch on the side, and instead came with a set of keys. Next to the handcuffs was a coil of rope. With these two new items, Justin could finally make his fantasy a reality.
Underneath the handcuffs and rope was another pair of heels, but with a twist. While these shoes had the same platform and laces and zip combination of the other heels, there was no heel to speak of, meaning Justin would be teetering on his toes the whole time while wearing them, looking not totally unlike a pony. Placing them by his bed, Justin pulled out the next item, which was another butt-plug, but this one had some kind of fluffy tail attached to the end. The tail plug was larger than the previous butt plug, and Justin was excited at the image of a darling fox tail hanging from between his legs. The final item was a simple looking ring gag. Excited, he buckled the straps behind his head, imagining Christina forcing Justin to his knees, making him suck on her strap-on before she fucked him in the ass. Justin felt under his panties and pressed on the butt plug as he started to touch himself, imagining himself completely at the mercy of Christina the dominatrix. It took all the will in the world not to cum right then and there, but Justin had a plan.
First things first, Justin attached the keys to some string and hung them from the bolthole in the ceiling. Justin’s fantasy involved an ice-release, and he wanted to make sure he measured everything accordingly. Once Justin noted the length of string needed, he carefully coiled the key and string into an ice-cube tray, filling it up about half-way, and placing it in the freezer. Justin had read online an ice-cube of that size would last about 1-2 hours before fully melting, which was an ideal amount of time. He also decided to shower and shave, wanting to make a ceremony of his first real self-bondage session.
After exiting the shower, Justin donned his panties, loving the feeling and look of the panties on his now shaved body. Unfurling the rope, he began practicing some basic knots he’d read about online. Watching the YouTube videos meticulously, Justin spent the next half an hour practicing the knots over and over, wanting to make sure he got everything right. Once he was happy with his rigging skills, he tied the rope to the bolthole and attached the handcuffs to the end. Realising his wrists would be at a different height if he were wearing the pony-heels, he went over to his bed and started lacing up the boots. Once on, Justin noticed how much more challenging these boots were to stand in than the other platforms, and how he had to concentrate a lot more on not falling backwards. Justin walked around his room for ten minutes or so, getting used to the new balancing act these pony boots offered. Once satisfied he could stand in the boots, he then measured where the handcuffs should hang from to ensure he is forced to bend by the waist. He then raised the handcuffs a little higher, wanting his self-bondage scenario to force him into a slightly uncomfortable position, as he imagined Maddy or Christina would do to him. With the handcuffs secured, it was time for Justin to put on the finishing touches.
It took Justin about twenty minutes to ease the tail-plug into his ass. He’d read online that patience was key when playing back there, and he took his time, balancing all the while on his pony boots which caused his penis to go wild. Once he heard the pop of the tail settling in, his erection was rock hard. Finishing off his outfit with the corset, collar, and ring gag, Justin was excited to see the ice had frozen and he could finally start his first self-bondage scene!
Tying the ice-cube to the bolthole, Justin was comfortable that once the ice melted the keys would be within reach. Turning around, he bent forward until his body was almost 90 degrees. Fumbling with his hands behind his back, he marvelled at how far he’d gone down the rabbit hole since that first package. As he stood there teetering on his pony boots, he secured one handcuff around his wrist before pausing for a moment to steady himself for the situation. Should he go through with this? Already he was drooling like mad from the ring gag. His urge to make his fantasy a reality won over any doubt he had, and Justin took the final plunge, locking the handcuff around his other wrist into the handcuffs. For the first time since discovering this new kink, Justin was genuinely helpless until that ice melted. The corset was tightened up to the tightest Justin had ever done before, compressing his body into a sexy hourglass figure.
After less than half an hour Justin realised he’d overdone it for his first self-bondage scenario. As he stood in his self-made prison, he could feel his calves burning. His shoulders were aching from the strappado, the rope around the handcuffs making sure to prevent him from lowering his arms. His ass, at first enjoying the feeling of the huge butt plug, was now also wanting a break and his mouth was so dry from the ring gag preventing him from being able to close his mouth. The corset forced Justin to take short, shallow breaths, something that would become more arduous the longer he stood there. He’d massively overestimated his body’s limits. He could feel the drip-drip-drip of the water on his ass as the ice slowly melted.
After what feels like an eternity, Justin felt the keys fall free and start swinging by his hands. After a couple of attempts, Justin was able to grab the key and tried putting it in the keyhole. Unsuccessful at first, he presumed he simply had the key the wrong way round. After a few more attempts however, Justin started to get worried. He realised in his haste to set up the ice release, he’d never actually tried the keys in the handcuffs. What if there was a special way to use them? What if there was a safety latch or something that he’d overlooked? What if he was stuck like this??
After ten minutes of trying to no avail Justin realised something was wrong. As much as tried, he couldn’t get the key to fit the keyhole, much less open the handcuffs. He began freaking out. His mind started racing. It was about midday on Friday, meaning his roommate would be back from Cancun latest by Sunday evening. Could he survive until then? He remembered something about humans being able to survive three minutes without air, three days without water, and three weeks without food. At least he could breathe through the ring gag, he thought to himself. If he couldn’t pull the bolthole from the ceiling, which he highly doubted he could do, he’d have to wait until his roommate got home and have to live with the eternal embarrassment of being discovered tied up in a pink corset, girl’s underwear, and a tail hanging between his legs.
As Justin began freaking out, the unthinkable happened. He could hear a key in his door. Justin froze. Desperate not to be discovered like this, he tried one more time to pull himself free from the ceiling. His mind was racing. Was his roommate back already? Did someone accidentally go to the wrong room? Were they going to try their key in his door, realise their mistake and leave? Sadly, instead of it being any mistake, Justin could hear the key turn in the lock, and could do nothing as the door swung open. On the other side stood Christina, with a smirk across her face.
“Having fun there?” Christina said with malice. Justin shook with desperation as he tried to get himself free, terrified of having been discovered by the girl whose stuff he’d stolen. As she strode in, she made sure to close the door behind her before taking off her jacket. Underneath the jacket Justin could see Christina wearing a striking leather corset, thigh-high boots, and a set of sexy, all-black lingerie. She looked like Angelina Jolie from Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
“You know I would never normally condone this invasion of privacy, using my old key. Except when I realised that’s exactly what you did to me by opening my mail and lying to me about it.”
Justin stood there frozen in fear and shame, trying in vain to give some kind of response but only making gurgled utterances through the ring gag.
“Of course, I was mortified when I realised I’d forgotten to change my delivery address. But I just assumed you were a normal human being who wouldn’t go through someone’s stuff. Except you’re not. Once I’d changed the delivery address, I decided a little payback was in order. I personally delivered the last box to you. With one small change.”
As Christina stood there pontificating her evil plan, Justin felt something strange in himself. As well as being mortified and terrified, he was also incredibly turned on. What was going on?
“Honestly, I didn’t think this would work so well. I assumed you’d test out the keys. But you didn’t, and now here you are, all mine to play with. Who do you think installed that bolthole all those years ago? Now it’s Friday night, and we only have a couple days of Spring Break left, so let’s make the most of this time, shall we?”
With her final comment Christina pulled out a riding crop and strap-on from her bag and Justin realised he was completely at her mercy.