For the rest of the week, the thoughts that plagued her mind seemed unavoidable. Everywhere she went she was reminded of what she'd dreamed about-television shows would inevitably show a woman tied up, or there'd be a commercial about a rope sale at the hardware store, and even the local lasso competition Dice couldn't shut up about just served as a reminder of what Cat couldn't seem to forget. She wanted to be tied up; restrained. She would take longer baths than usual, rubbing her clit furiously to the thought of Sam touching her rope burned flesh and gagging her until her screams came out as a mere muffled moan. It was beginning to occupy so much space in her mind that there was hardly any room for anything else. Sam was beginning to notice.
"Why did you change the channel!" Sam shouted, when Cat quickly grabbed the remote to change from Sam's favorite crime detective show.
"I don't wanna see anyone get kidnapped!" Cat yelled, taking the remote and sitting on it so Sam couldn't change it back.
"Kidnapped?" Sam replied in confusion. Cat had been acting weird all week. First she nearly socked Dice in the face while he was yammering about that competition, then, she nearly ran full speed past the hardware store when they passed it to go grocery shopping the other day, and now, she couldn't even watch Murder Mystery? Then things slowly began to piece together. The dreams, the fear of ropes, the wet shower...!
"Cat!" Sam shouted, her voice surprised and scandalized. "You horny dog!"
"What?!" Cat exclaimed, her eyes widening to an almost comical expression. "Oh no! Don't tell anyone, Sam! Please! I'm dirty! I'm gross!" Sam just leaned her face toward Cat, mouth twisted up in a sardonic smirk.
"Wow." Was all Sam could say. Cat covered her face with her hands. "That's hot as fuck!" Sam said, her voice low and hoarse.
"Huh?" Cat said, taking her hands away. "You're not totally disgusted?"
"Nah. It's relatively normal, Cat. People have kinks. I've got em, you've got them, probably even Goomer has some." Sam said nonchalantly, leaning back. Cat made a face of disgust at even the mention of Goomer.
"Actually," Sam continued, "if you want to, that gives me an idea."
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Sam could feel herself getting wetter as she tied Cat in the rough ropes she'd traded the rich homeless looking guy at the corner down the street from their condo. Cat lay on her stomach like a hog tied calf, as Sam laid the rope over her bare skin in patterns she'd seen online. After a few minutes she had her in nearly unescapable binds, and the sight was nearly delicious.
"Unf, Cat. I'm good at this." Sam said, biting her lip in arousal. Cat licked her lips, feeling her wetness rubbing onto her inner thighs.
"Tighter." Cat whispered.