The Bible girl takes control [m22 F23][(light) femdom][college]

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Back when I was in college I lived in a house that with 9 other students. We mostly got along great but because there had been some tensions in the past we had one rule ‘Never fuck a housemate’.

For me this worked out great, plenty of other people to meet outside of the house. And truth be told, having to deal with a breakup between your housemates ain’t fun.

I lived in that house for more than 4 years and after a couple of years you get used to the status quo. Whoever lived with me, was not interesting on a romantic level.

So the evening when Ashley bound me to a chair came kind of as a surprise.

Ashley came living in the house about 4 months after I joined. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes and a nice curvy figure. But what you noticed first about her is that she always seemed to smile, and was kind to basically everyone. Basically a genuinely nice person. One reason why Ashley and I didn’t get along was because she was a very devout Christian.

Where I live, students don’t ever go to church unless they take their faith very seriously. Ashley went every sunday, twice.

But nevermind that, as long as we didn’t discuss religion we got along great. She didn’t drink, but that didn’t stop her from going to parties. One evening we had a movie night in my room with a couple of housemates. The evening was winding down and people were leaving my room to go to bed. With the 3 people remaining we discussed our (lack of) relationships. We kind of ignored Ashley because she would probably get engaged the moment she started dating, and there had been no announcements. I had recently broken up and was trying to find a rebound.

After that discussion the others left, but Ashley stuck around. I wanted to go to bed as well and to signal that I started throwing the stuff from my bed to my desk.

When I turned around Ashley was standing right next to me. “If you promise not to tell anyone, I’ll be your rebound” she said with a lot more confidence than I would ever have given her credit for.

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She untied her hair and let it fall over her shoulder while keeping eye contact. She put an arm over my shoulder and got a little closer, and for a moment I thought she was going to kiss me. But she moved past my face and whispered in my ear “and as long as you give up control for the evening.”

Truth be told I had already lost my mind with her first sentence and was basically willing to agree to every term she could think of. I just nodded. She pushed me in the chair that was standing right next to me and straddled me. She reached around me for her coat that was hanging over the chair. I heard her rummage around and felt her take my wrist. A couple of clicks that didn’t mean much to me until I felt the other ring of a handcuff go around my wrist and lock in.

She leaned in for a kiss and after that she said “now don’t walk away” with a devious look on her face I wouldn’t have even thought was possible. She walked out of my room and returned in a couple of minutes with a backpack. She turned it over and a bunch of rope fell out. She looked at me questioningly “You ok with this?”. I didn’t have much experience with BDSM at the time but my rock hard erection was hard to argue with. I just nodded.

She walked over sat on my lap and I asked the only question I could think of. “Who are you and what are you doing?” She laughed and explained that breaking with religion meant breaking with her family and she wasn’t ready to give those up. “But a girl has needs” she said with a mischievous grin and leant in to give me another kiss.

She reached for a rope and tied my free hand to my cuffed wrist. Then she undid my belt and pulled my pants down. Got rid of my socks and underwear and tied my ankles together and to the chair. I never felt more vulnerable, sitting in a chair half-naked, with my dick pointing in the air, cuffed to a chair, with a clothed girl in front of me.

She pretended to lean in to give me a blowjob but she actually just undid the lowest button of my dress shirt. She worked her way up and pulled it back over my arms until her ties didn’t allow the shirt to go any further. She grabbed another rope and made a tie above my knees. At this point I was not able to even move away from the chair. And giving up control felt good, as I was struggling against the rope, my dick was leaking pre-cum in buckets.

Ashley leaned over again, and brushed with her arm against my dick. After that moment I wanted more, but she was very carefully avoiding it, knowing full well what she had done. Instead she tied a rope to the rope that bound my ankles and pulled my feet backwards. She tied that rope to the loop of the handcuffs, basically making me one with the chair at this point.

Only then did she start to undress. She got rid of her unshapely big sweater and revealed a tight white tank top. It showed her curves very well. She pulled that one over her head as well and to my surprise she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Her breasts looked amazing and I wanted nothing more but to touch them. I wriggled in my chair and she smiled in reaction. Her “Careful boy, don’t fall over” was enough for me to stop moving. She continued to undress and her loose jeans revealed her legs and a surprisingly amount of lace on her panties. She undid those as well, and in front of my stood this seemingly innocent housemate who had started to masturbate.

As she was rubbing her clit she slowly got closer. She sat down on my lab again, still pleasuring herself. She pushed her fingers in my mouth for me to lick it. I could taste her juices on her fingers and I lapped it up like a puppy. At the same time I felt her other hand lightly touching my dick. I wriggled again, trying to push my dick forward but I was of course still tied to the chair. She smiled and continued masturbating until I could feel the muscles in her legs starting to contract. She looked up from what she was doing, and I could see the the excitement in her eyes. She continued rubbing herself and she threw her head back, trying to suppress her moan.

After she came back she leaned in for a kiss and lifted herself. She grabbed my dick with one hand and started rubbing it against her entrance. With her other hand she grabbed my neck and squeezed a bit. She didn’t block my windpipe, but the pressure was enough to make me surrender the last self control that I had to her. “Now be a good boy and make me cum again” she said in a pouty voice, and she lowered herself onto me.

I could feel her wetness around my dick and she slowly started moving. Every time she was in her most upward position I could fear her breasts lightly touch my chest, as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. One hand moved over my cheek and slowly slapped me, moving in the same rhythm as her hips. I let out a slow moan and she slapped me harder “Shhh, they know I was the last to leave your room. Don’t ruin this” she whispered.

As she increased her rhythm she moved her hand back to her clit and started rubbing. The other hand went back around my throat. Squeezing every once in a while. She must have felt that I was getting closer as she stopped moving her hips all of a sudden. “I said make me cum again, I didn’t allow you to cum”.

She got off me and reached for her back. She pulled out a vibrator and walked back to my chair. She put one foot in between my legs and started playing with herself. She grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me close to her pussy. “Look at that thing, that could have been your face if you had been a good boy” she murmured. As she got closer to her orgasm she grabbed my hair tighter until it hurt. I desperately wanted to be in her as she orgasmed again.

Then at once she turned around and sat on my lap again. She got hold of my cock and let it slide in. Then she bent over a bit and started moving quickly. Her ass clapped against my leg and I had perfect overview over her back. I felt my orgasm come quickly but before I could cum I felt her grow tight around me. She put a hand in front of her mouth to cover a moan as I felt her convulse around me. That was enough to sent me over the edge. One last time I tried to push my hips forward to little effect, but the orgasm came anyway. All the frustration from being tied up ebbed away from me as I came. All I could do was slump in my chair and wait for Ashley to stop her slow gyrating motion.

She got up, kissed me on the cheek and whispered “how about next Sunday for our next session” in my ear as she started untying me.

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