I was excited to start college both for the educational opportunities and the chance to have an active social life—and, hopefully, an active sex life, too. I was a virgin and hoping that the guys on campus would be hot and interested in a girl like me. I’m cute, but I don’t have long, straight blonde hair and big boobs like a lot of the girls who were popular in my high school. I discovered, though, that on a big campus, there’s someone for everyone—and I wound up learning a lot more than I’d bargained for.
I spent the first two weeks settling in with my roommates, getting familiar with my classes and new town, and enjoying being on my own. I looked through all the student group listings and discovered that in addition to things like a Spanish club and a hiking club, there was a BDSM club. I may have been a virgin in real life, but in my head, I was a wild woman in bed. I knew that my fantasies involved being tied up and spanked, and talking dirty, but I didn’t know how to attract like-minded men. I had a feeling that my standard uniform of jeans, a T-shirt, and cute sneakers wouldn’t lead most guys to look at me and think “kinky girl.”
The BDSM club was meeting that Friday, and I coaxed one of my roommates, Linda, into joining me, even though she sounded skeptical. “I promise, you don’t have to do anything. It’s not a sex party, just a club, and this time they’re going to be talking about bondage.”
“Okay,” she said, “but if it starts getting freaky, I’m out of there.”
She insisted I wear a little lip gloss and blush, and gave me a low-cut pink top to wear along with my darkest black jeans. She wore a skimpy white dress that showed off her tan and her long legs. Neither of us had any idea what to expect, but I was excited. Not only might there be a potential stud in attendance for me, but after all, this was what college life was about—trying new things.
The group was meeting off-campus, at a discreet location that had a side entrance. As we walked down the stairs, I heard what sounded like the crack of a whip. I was half-expecting to see people all dressed in leather, but when I entered, I found a group of twelve people around my age. They were chatting, and one of them was holding a whip in his hand, while a girl was dangling a set of padded purple cuffs from one wrist, but other than that, they looked like normal college students.
They all turned toward us. “Hi,” I said. “I’m Phoebe, and this is Linda. We’re new.” I had a feeling it was obvious that we were new, but everyone greeted us with warm smiles and we were offered cold sodas.
We each grabbed a Diet Coke and sat down. That night’s lecturer was named Mick, and he was going to show us how to use rope to tie someone up. “Any volunteers?” When nobody raised a hand, Linda nudged me. I looked at her, opening my eyes wide to indicate I wasn’t ready for that, but somehow she got my hand in the air, and before I knew it, I was the one volunteering to be tied up.
“Hi, Phoebe,” said Mick. He offered me the rope to touch and whispered in my ear. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I’ll be gentle… if you want me to be.”
I whispered back, my face flushing, “I’ve never done this before, but I think I’m game. I’m definitely curious.” I felt a spark igniting between us as I whispered in his ear, and I wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Maybe I’d get to find out.
“You can either keep your clothes on or get down to your underwear,” he said to me. “Which do you prefer?” Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, I figured. I stripped down to my underwear, grateful I was wearing a new pink-and-black matching set.
Nobody leered at me. People merely looked on as Mick identified the spots on my body he was going to bind, and discussed how to test bindings to make sure they were tight enough but wouldn’t hurt the sub, as well as other tips. As I offered up my body to him, I felt turned on in a way I never had before. It was exciting, especially because he was paying such close attention to me. Soon my ankles were bound, my wrists were tied behind my back, and he’d wrapped an intricate rope harness around my chest. As he worked, he explained each step to the crowd, but I was so nervous that I barely understood a word he said.
Then he held one last piece of rope and said, “You can also, if you like, wrap the rope around her torso and thread it between a woman’s legs so that it will rub against her pussy.” I certainly hadn’t been hearing the word “pussy” in my classes at my old school! “Would you like me to do that, Phoebe?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Mick tipped my chin up to look at him, and I knew he wasn’t in pure teacher mode anymore, but that he wanted me. “Say it louder, Phoebe, or you won’t get what you want.”
“I’d like you to string the rope between my legs.” He kept looking at me, silently prompting me for more. “So that it presses against my pussy.” I almost whimpered when I said the last word aloud. In the short time I’d been bound with the rope, I’d found it hot. Every time I moved to see if I could escape my bonds and found that I couldn’t, I got even wetter. Being trapped somehow made me feel safe, because Mick seemed like he would take care of me. I trusted him to release me if I really wanted him to. Since my ankles were bound, he had to wedge the remaining rope between my legs, and his fingers grazed my pussy as he worked. I was pretty sure he knew how excited he was making me.
My face burned; I couldn’t look at Linda or anyone else in the room, save for Mick. When he was done, the rope pushed my panties firmly against my sex. As Mick took a ruler and pointed to various parts of my body and lectured the crowd, I felt objectified—in a good way. I’d never had the chance to experience anything like this before, and my hunch had been right: I was definitely kinky.
When Mick was done explaining the fundamentals, and people had asked questions, the group broke up. People mingled, and Mick stood in front of me and said, “Do you want me to untie you now, Phoebe?”
I was torn. I obviously couldn’t leave the building without him untying me, but I liked what he’d done. “Not yet,” I said, and he stepped closer to me, so close that I could feel his hardness pressing against me through his jeans.
“Do you want me to kiss you? Do you want me to touch your breasts? Do you want me to tickle you?” He trailed a finger down my cheek, and my lips automatically parted when he grazed them.
“Answer me,” he said, his voice deeper and gruffer than it had been moments earlier. Mick tugged lightly on my lower lip, and I moaned, before saying, “Yes—to everything.”
He placed one hand on my ass as he pulled me closer, then kissed me. The pressure of his body against mine, plus the commanding way he took charge, combined with being unable to escape, all made me really horny. “You like this, don’t you, Phoebe? I bet you wish you were naked right now, and that rope was rubbing right up against your bare pussy lips.” His breath was hot on my skin, and I squirmed, amplifying all the sensations he’d created.
“Yes, I do.”
“Maybe if you’re a good girl, one day I’ll take you home, spread you wide open on my bed, and tie your wrists and legs so you’re fully available to me. I’ll play with your pussy while you can’t get away, and maybe even add a gag so nobody can hear you scream.”
A gasp escaped my lips, and I squirmed even more. “It’s too bad you can’t suck my cock right now,” he said, “because I think you’d look so hot doing it.” He rubbed himself against me again, then walked behind me and manipulated my body so my fingers could touch his hardness. It was only a tease, though. He kept whispering the filthiest fantasies in my ear, and when he finally untied me, I was so aroused I thought I might come spontaneously.
“Come back next week, Phoebe, and in the meantime I want you to think about what you want me to do to you when I tie you up. Write it down for me. That’ll be your homework. Somehow, you strike me as an A student.” He gave me one last kiss, and I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face. When I emerged, I found Linda flirting with a cute guy; she told me she’d be home later.
I rushed back to my dorm room and masturbated, thinking about all the naughty things I wanted Mick to do to me. Since then, he’s done all of those and more, but I’ll save our latest encounter, where he took me to a sex party, tied me up and let men and women come over and fondle me, for another letter. Needless to say, it turns out that I am indeed an A student—in bondage and in school!
—Ms. P.W., Via Email