I [M] was lured to a kinky college girl’s [F] dorm, edged and left tied to her bed whilst she went to comfort her best friend over a breakup

[Your usual caveats apply – this was a few years ago now, pre-pandemic, when happy accidents like this could actually happen.]

When I downloaded Kinkd I never thought anything would come from it. It struck me as one of those apps that was overwhelmingly used by horny (and somewhat creepy) dudes with little respect for women, and my initial few weeks on the app seemed to confirm that hypothesis.

At least that was until I met Bella. It started with a Tinder-like match, some casual, very non-kinky conversation that I thought was headed toward a peter-out, despite some initial chemistry. She was very much a brat, and a tease over text, and perhaps it was that spark that kept the chat rolling over a few days, despite the fact neither of us had seen a full face shot of each other during our chat.

Even so, our conversation went on. It was a Friday mid-morning meeting when I received her latest text, a single line reading only “wanna come over tonight?”. Whilst I’m a pretty dense guy, I could read these signals a mile off, and the sheer implication had made me tent my pants a little knowing that I might knock off work that night to get it on with a stranger I’d never met before.

So of course we exchanged details for our plans that evening. I was to come meet her outside her dorm later that evening after my work drinks, and her uni drinks respectively. That day went so, so slowly, and I can’t pretend that didn’t have to resist the temptation to retire to the bathroom a few times that day to ‘settle some nerves’ pre-date.

Flash-forward to that evening, and I’d arrived at Bella’s dorm a couple of minutes early, being the lame, hyper-punctual soul that I am. Even though I was only a few years out of uni by that point, I’m sure I looked super out of place hanging around outside student housing, doing nothing in particular. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long until Bella called my name, poking her head around the door to let me in.

I didn’t know short girls might be a thing for me until I saw her. No more than 5’2”, curvy in all the right places and a stunning rack that was more than visible in her post-Friday sesh outfit. Contrasting that was the fact she was still very much wearing her Friday night makeup, and the girl could definitely nail her wing-tipped eyeliner.

We went inside, and after sneaking past a number of her friend’s open dorm rooms we made it to hers, and settled onto her bed to get to know each other. I was a bit shy, in all honesty, and it took some time, and a lot of cheap vodka before we really started to open up to each other. Discussion about uni and tastes in film soon gave way to previous sexual escapades, kinks, and eventually, Truth or Dare.

The first few truths weren’t exactly groundbreaking, but did reveal that we both loved to edge a partner until they were a begging, horny mess; and that we both *definitely* loved bondage. Fuelled by inexpensive spirits, I decided to be ambitious, and pick dare for my next round.

Again, she was more than forthright.

“I dare you to spend the night tied down. Right here, in the cuffs under my bed.”

I swear I might have stammered a few times before she followed up for me.

“Come on! We already know you’ll like it. And I promise to play nice…”

Saying this she’d already moved towards me, lifting my shirt up over my head and laying a few tentative, teasing kisses on my torso. Trying to find some confidence, I feigned a sigh and helped her to strip me completely naked. Her smirk told me that she’d been waiting way too long for things to escalate, and my suspicions were confirmed when she stripped out of her figure-hugging tee to reveal the black lace bodysuit underneath.

And so she moved to cuff me down, each of my wrists and ankles being secured into one of the four padded cuffs that had previously sat underneath each corner of the bed. Not content with only that, she leant over each limb in turn, pulling the hidden straps tighter until my naked body was wholly taut against the restraints. She giggled –

“Yeah… they do that.”

So far I’d had a great view of her body as she’d crawled over me fussing over the cuffs, but that wasn’t to continue. She pulled from her draw a soft material blindfold, and slipped it over my head despite my (admittedly half-hearted) protests. Now my world was dark, and my only clue as to what was coming next was the sound of her rifling in the drawer again, prompting me to open my mouth, and slipping a ball-gag between my teeth whilst I lay too speechless to offer any resistance.

She hadn’t even touched me, and yet I was rock hard from the sheer intensity, and attention she’d given to rendering me completely powerless. My erection could only strain as I felt a few cool drops of lube make contact with my skin, followed by both of her hands beginning to work my shaft with an expertise none of my previous partners had ever had.

Bella could play my entire body like a fiddle. Her rhythm seemingly quickened, slowed and adjusted in response to any clue I involuntarily gave her. All the while she mocked me in the most ridiculously bratty tone – “you poor thinggg”… “does he wanna cummm?”

Every time my body tightened, about to cross the point of no return I’d feel her hands leave my cock, high and dry with nothing but the cool air to hump. The second time I felt her lean down to blow cool air over it, leaving my twitching cock helpless with her mouth just centimetres from me.

And so the edging continued, bringing me to the brink four times and now entirely desperate to cum. The fourth time she pulled away I launched into a string of desperate moans behind the gag, thrashing as much as the cuffs would allow me in response to this latest denial. There were a few moments of silence…

*WHACK*

I’d never been hit with a crop before, but Bella had just given me my first taste of impact play. And despite what I’d thought, my body responded like I’d been struck by lightning, the impact of the crop rippling through me and forcing me to elicit a long, deep moan from a place I didn’t know I possessed.

Bella made full use of this, alternating her torturous handjob with short bursts from the crop, and showing me *exactly* how someone’s body can be made to betray them. Every sound, every movement was used against me to keep me on edge, and I had no doubt Bella planned to keep me there for some time to come.

But eventually the crop stopped landing across my body, and there was silence for a few minutes as I heard Bella tapping away at her phone. Soon after she pulled away my blindfold, leaving my eyes blurry and struggling to re-adjust to the dampened light in the room.

“So this is really bad timing, but my friend Katy just messaged me telling me she’s had a huge fight with her boyfriend…”

I tried to make a sympathetic sound from behind my gag (not easy), but she continued for me.

“I’m hoping I’ll only be an hour or so, but there’s no reason this has to stop if you want to stay here? Up to you of course, but I’m having fun.”

I thought about it for only a moment, before nodding and grunting affirmatively.

“Okay great! Well… you just stay here then, and I’ll be right back with you before you know it!”

And with that, she re-fixed the blindfold over my eyes, leaving me to protest the fact that she’d omitted the detail of me having to wait for her bound and gagged as she threw some clothes on and sped out of the room, off to console a friend I’d never meet whilst she’d left me cuffed to her bed, gagged and edged to within an inch of my limits.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m784bg/i_m_was_lured_to_a_kinky_college_girls_f_dorm