Author's Note: I received a prompt asking for light bondage. I'm not much of a kink professional, but I gave it a go. Please review and ask for more prompts! I answer all PMs. Thanks!
Even the most innocent of minds couldn't control what happened in a dream. Cat, as unassuming and pure as she was, was no exception to the rule. So when the dreams began to happen; short but stark and clear in her sleeping mind, Cat woke up night after night aroused beyond any reasonable measure-only to have to get up, shower, and head to school.
They all started the same. She was in a room; it seemed like a basement of some kind, with a flickering bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. When she tried to move, she realized that she was tied to a chair with ropes that bound her skin in delicate triangular patterns. In one second's time, the clothes she wore dissolved until she was just bare skin and rope, restrained and straining against knots that by the second felt tighter and tighter.
"Hello? Anybody?" She would call out, but it seemed the thick air absorbed her words. She tried to move the chair, and her pert breasts strained against the ropes that were weaved against her nipples. "Oh!" She whispered aloud. The fruitless movements she made to escape her bounds only caused friction, and the sensation was tactile-and if the shockwave that went through her core could attest-it was enjoyable. Suddenly, from the corner of her eye came a flash of blonde hair.
"Sam?!" She shrieked, surprised. The light above her then began to shake, as if the basement she was in was caught in the midst of an earthquake. Her chair began to vibrate, the ropes tightened even more, and the vibrations shamefully began to reverberate through the apex of her thighs.
Then it stopped. The lightbulb flashed bright and then went out. She was now surrounded by darkness. She was not alone.
"Cat..." came Sam's whisper, and soon Cat could feel two small pairs of hands stroking and pulling at her nipples, rubbing the ropes and the flesh that strained against them. She couldn't stop herself from being aroused by the sensation, and before she could notice, a silk fabric was tied around her mouth. Uncharacteristically however, she didn't even bother to fight it.
Then the chair began to shake. She began to lift backwards onto two legs, then one, then another two. She tried to yell; the shaking and shifting back and forth made her dizzy.
"Cat!" Came her friend's voice, loud and insistent. "Cat! Wake up!"
"What?!" Cat yelped, opening her eyes. It was just a dream, she realized. With a deep crimson blush she realized she was wetter than she'd ever been, and looking up at a concerned Sam, who held her by both her shoulders as she lay tangled in her bedsheets. Sam could only laugh.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked with a chuckle. "Looks like you were having quite the dream!" She exclaimed, her eyebrow raised in question.
"It was nothing!" Cat screamed. Immediately she got up from her bed, and ran with to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
"Oh jeez!" The redhead whispered behind the door, her breaths coming out in rapid gasps of exertion. With her eyes tightly closed, she slowly reached down into her pj's to feel just how wet she was. She was soaked. She licked her lips, feeling delicately how her lower lips were nearly swollen with need. She had to take care of this, now. Sam knocked on the door.
"Cat? Are you okay?" Sam shouted through the door. Cat shrieked with embarrassment as she heard Sam chuckling to herself from the other side.
"I'm fine! Leave me alone!" Cat screamed. Suddenly she knew what to do. She jumped in the shower, and with a cry of desperation, turned it on freezing cold full blast. She screamed bloody murder, and screamed even louder when she heard Sam roar in laughter.
Sam knew she had a sex dream. She'd been having them all week. This time however, the moans had gotten almost impossible to ignore. Sam would watch, captivated, as Cat would twist and turn on the bed, tangled in her sheets and pulling at them as if she were confined in some way. If the blonde was honest with herself-it was hotter than hell.
When the shower turned off, and Cat was completely soaked and wetter than a dog, she sloshed out into the hall without a word; red hair hung limply in her face, covering her shame.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked, following her with a smile on her face that she couldn't rub off if she tried.
"Leave me alone." Cat said with a sniff. Cat wasn't really aware of the fact, but she was now the brand new owner of a bondage fetish.