Moment of Truth

by Scribe of Domina

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Storycodes: F/m; mpov; bond; rope; hogtie; feet; gag; scarf; roleplay; rom; cons; X

College freshman plays bondage games with roommate's sexy big sister.

“As her old farmhouse came into view my fear became mixed with the seemingly incompatible feelings from earlier. Of her hand pressing tightly over my mouth while its sister slid its way into my pants to gently grasp my dick. Jennifer had never done anything like that before. Had she meant to? I doubted it. I had been wriggling in her grasp. It probably just slipped in. still… this wasn’t the first time she had gotten carried away. She always got carried away with me.

It started when I moved into my new dorm. I was finally free. No more high school. No more parents. No more chances of being stuck in a dead-end job back in my dying little town. I was in college now. I was a man. I was so eager I had arrived a day early and already moved in. That day my new roommate Jacob was supposed to be moving in. The knock on the door signaled his arrival. Maybe he couldn’t reach his key. It had been a struggle for me the day before. I threw the door open.

“Welcome, Ja…”

This was most certainly not Jacob. There was no way anyone would name a woman Jacob. Oh, what a woman she was too. Standing nearly six and a half feet tall in sneakers she more than dwarfed my flat five-foot body. Flat. That was a good word to describe me. No muscle. No fat. I was a living sheet of paper. Flat. That word had no meaning when it came to her. 

No, she was round. Every part of her was round. Her legs were thicc, meaty, man breakers. Her hips were massive. Her stomach was nice and full too. She wasn’t obese, just plump. Her arms were more than a match for her legs. They were clutching a large cardboard box. Its positioning drew my eyes to her largest curves. Her breasts had to be a K Cup at least. 

“Can I come in?”

I nearly tripped over myself trying to get out of her way. She slipped inside and dropped the box onto the empty bed. She turned, looked at me, and smiled the most beautiful, delighted smile I had ever seen. He took my hand and shook it.

“Name’s Jennifer, nice to meet you.”

“Christopher. Nice to meet you too. Who are you, exactly?”

“Oh, sorry. I’m Jacob’s sister. He couldn’t make it in yet so he had me bring his stuff over.”

“Is this all of it?”

“No, there’s more in the truck.”

“Then let me help.”

“Why thank you, Christopher. You are much sweeter than Jacob.”

I blushed at her strange compliment. It took no time at all to get them all in. To be honest she did all the heavy lifting. As we worked, we chatted and laughed. She was so easy to get along with. As she sat the last box on the bed she stared at its contents.

“Oh shit.”


“Grabbed one of my boxes by mistake. He would not be happy to see this.”

She held up a length of white cotton rope.

“Why not?”

“This is what I used to tie him up with.”

“Tie him up?”

“Yeah, you know, tie up games.”

I just looked at her confused.

“Wait, you never played those when you were little?”

“No, not really.”

“Not even cowboys and Indians?”

“Never. Of course, I was the only kid in the neighborhood. Probably why.”

“Oh no, we’re fixing that, right now.”

I watched as she closed and locked the door.

“What are you doing?”

“This is what I’d do to Jacob when I got bored on Saturday nights.”

With a speed I would not have attributed to a woman her size she was on the bed wrestling and tickling me.

“Stop! Stop!” I laughed.

It did no good. I was soon face down as her rope pulled me into a gentle hogtie. It honestly felt very nice. She pulled me up into her lap and began tickling my feet.


“Has anyone ever told you that you have the cutest feet?”

I blushed hard.

“N…no. Can’t say that they have.”

“Well, you do.”

To punctuate this she began kissing, sucking, and nibbling on each one. I squirmed even more. I had never been into this before, but it felt pretty good. I felt her hand explore my bound body. It was only then I realized she had been controlling both of my bound legs with only one, and still was. Her laughter at my plight had become a sensual moan. I became lost in the sensations. My mind was just floating on a pleasurable cloud. So much so that the alarm on her phone sent a jolt of pure terror through my body.

I was dropped onto the bed and quickly untied. Jennifer started cleaning herself up.

“Sorry I went a little long there. I have a thing for cute feet. Just be glad we weren’t back at my place.”


She just smiled and gave me a little case on the cheek right next to my mouth. I just watched as she sauntered out of the room. Seeing she left the box and the rope I stuffed it into the corner outta sight. An hour later Jacob arrived.

The two of us got along well. When he was there. He was off partying most of the time. He never let me know where he was going. This was true for others as well it seemed. One day about a month into the semester Jennifer returned to take him to lunch. When I informed her of his absence, she just shook her head.

“Selfish little shit,” she muttered.

The moment of anger soon passed, and she turned back to me with a big smile. 

“Guess I’m taking you.”


She stepped inside and her smile broadened when she saw the box. She pulled the rope free once more.

“Hands behind your back.”


“We’re gonna do a little roleplay. That’s one of the best parts of tie up games. You’re going to be a college boy kidnapped by a beautiful older woman to be her date.”

“How’s that different from what’s really happening here?”

“Flatterer. Starting in reality will be easiest for you. Fantasy comes later.”

Not for me. The fantasy was happening right then and there. I had spent many nights touching those ropes hoping I would see her again. I didn’t understand why but I did. So I was more than happy to comply with her request. To watch as my arms were stolen from me and my chest wrapped in her web. 

“Aren’t people gonna see?” I asked.


She took off her jacket and slipped it over my shoulders as best she could and zipped it up to hide the rope. I was dubious but the fact she kept me pressed to her side as she walked helped to hide things as well.

She took us through the Wendy’s drive through and out to the local park. We settled into a secluded picnic table with me placed squarely on her lap. She asked me about how school was going and what it was like living with Jacob. These were in between moments of her feeding me fries and chicken nuggets. Once we were done, she spotted a miniature train that ran on a loop around the park. She bought us tickets and helped me into the back car as the train took off with its sole passengers safely onboard. 

The cars were meant for kids, so it was a tight fit. I was pressed between the side and her pleasant curves. Telling myself it was just for comfort's sake I leaned into her as much as I could. She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in more. Her hand rubbed my bound body through the jacket. I moaned softly. I just wanted to live there.

Once our all too quick ride was over she led me back to the car. To my surprise she ushered us both into the backseat. 

“I’m sorry,” she told me.

“For what?”

“I just can’t help myself.”

Pulling more rope from her purse she bound my legs together before removing my socks and shoes.

“So damn cute.”

Her thick fingers let fly and my sensitive soles were once again under assault. My laughter filled the back of the car.

“You need to be quiet. We don’t want to draw any unwanted attention.”

“I can’t!”

She grabbed a scarf left on the seat and tied a knot in the middle. Then she reached up her dress and pulled off her panties.

“What’re those f…”

Before I could finish, she shoved both into my mouth. The moist panties went first followed by the knot. The rest of the scarf wrapped around my head, tying it off in the back.

“Much better.”

She went back to her games. I lost all track of time. All I know is that when she finished, I was a panting mess. She lifted me up and began fiddling with the knot on the scarf. She stopped and just looked at me.

“Wha…?” I mumbled.

Without warning she dove on me, kissing the knot. The kisses flew fast and hard. She began moaning and panting. Her hands held my head in place. Not that I was trying to move it. I was too shocked and too aroused to do anything. She pulled herself away and continued to untie me.

“I think we shouldn’t be alone anymore,” she said. 

I stepped onto her creaky front porch. Every time before this night the house looked warm, inviting. I felt excited to be there. This night it looked practically haunted. I felt a great unease. As I rang the doorbell I thought back to those past visits. 

Jennifer lived far outside town. So far in fact there were no paved roads. It was here she insisted Jacob and I come for lunch every Saturday. Since the college didn’t let freshmen have cars on campus we had to take the bus. She would pick us up at the bus stop, last one on the line, and drive us the rest of the way there. She was a professional chef so all of her meals were exquisite. The three of us got along famously. It felt like I was part of the family. 

Jennifer was night blind as it turned out. So if night fell before we left Jacob and I had to spend the night. It happened nearly every week so I suspected she was doing it on purpose. I assumed it was to keep Jacob from partying while she goaded him into doing his coursework. 

He soon found a work around. He would have a friend drop him off and pick him up. So I was arriving alone. Jennifer and I played it cool for the first few weeks. We just acted like he was there. No harm, no foul. To tell the truth though I kinda missed her wilder side. So I began pressing my luck. I wore no socks on Saturdays and took off my shoes when I entered the house. I could see her struggle to keep her eyes off them. It didn’t take long for her to figure out my little game.

“You little brat,” she laughed.

She turned around and plopped down on the beanbag chair I had taken up residence in. She then spent the rest of the day rubbing her massive ass all over me. As the time for bed came I was too exhausted to move, let alone get up. She left the room for a few minutes finally returning with a duffle bag, wearing her flannel jammies. 

“Remember, you asked for this,” she warned.

She unrolled the sleeping bag in front of me, climbing in so that she was on her stomach looking up at me. She inched the bag closer like a slinking worm. I watched in fascination as it reached my feet. Then climbed up so my feet slipped in with her. 

“Mine,” she growled.

Her mouth latched onto my toes and I was lost in a night of erotic torment. The next day she seemed in no rush to drive me back. 

“I think it’s time for your first real tie up game.”

I gulped. My erection stirred back to life.

“You will be a detective sneaking through the femme fatale’s house trying to find the evidence you need.”

“What about you?”

“I’m the femme fatale. Duh.”

She smiled and headed off to her room. Taking a deep breath I tried to get myself into character. I had no idea how to do that so I just walked around looking at anything and everything I could waiting for her return. When she did not after a few minutes I walked down the hallway to her room. I never heard her coming. A hand clamped over my mouth from behind and I was yanked into a closet. The door slammed shut and I was thrown up against the back wall, mouth still covered.

“So we meet again, Detective,” Jenny purred, fully in character. “Tell me, boy, what did you find?”

I tried to answer her but her hand didn’t allow me.

“Be that way. I have ways of making you talk.”

I tried to ask her what that was when her other hand, formed into a claw, attacked my chest with powerful tickles. I nearly collapsed from the intensity of the situation. I squirmed and laughed through her palm. Her hand ran wild all over my helpless body.

Then it happened.

She reached my sweatpants. I often used them as sleepwear when I stayed over. I hadn’t had time nor the motivation to change that morning. This would be the price. They had started to slide down as I slid up and down the wall from her attack. She gripped the front to pull them up. The tops of her fingers grazed my dick.

I inhaled deeply and shuddered. 

“Maybe you hid the information in here.”

Her hand slid into my pants and gripped my dick. I moaned into her hand. Neither of us moved. We just stood there looking each other in the eye. Mine were full of terror. Hers were full of lust. After an eternity she took both hands off me. 

“Let’s get you back to school.”

I didn’t see her again for weeks. When Jacob was put on academic suspension and moved out I knew I might never see her again. I lay on the bed thinking about her. Thinking about the look in her eyes. I had never seen such pure lust before. It posed a question I needed an answer to. I didn’t have her number. Why hadn’t I asked her for it? All I had was her box.

That was it!

So there I was on her porch, box in hand. I had walked all the way from the bus stop watching the rising moon thinking about my question. Dreading her answer. Fearing my response to it. Even if I didn’t know what it would be. Finally, the door opened and I was face to chest with Jennifer again. I nearly dropped the box. She wore nothing but a transparent night gown with faux fur lined cuffs and collar. I just stood there, open-mouthed.

“Hello, Christopher.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think…”

“Oh relax. I saw you walking up on my security cameras. I had plenty of time to change my clothes if I wanted to. I don’t. Now, how can I help you.”

“I wanted to give this back to you,” I said, indicating the box.

“Did you? Did you really?”

“What do you mean?”

“You chose to come out here late. You know the bus doesn’t run this late. You know I can’t drive you back. You know there are no street lights on the road to guide you on the way back. You knew you’d be trapped out here. Trapped with me.”

Had I? I just got a late start. Didn’t I?

“Why are you here?”

“I have a question.”

“Only one?”

“I… uh…”

“Ask it.”

“That day in the closet.”


“The look on your face.”

“Go on.”

“Were you going to rape me?”

We just stared at each other for a moment. I could no longer feel my heartbeat. Was I dead?

“Yes. In that moment I had every intention of finally having my way with you.”

My response came. I didn’t think of one, it just came out. From somewhere deep within.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I saw the fear in your eyes. I never wanted you to be afraid of me.”

“I’m not. I’ve never been.”

“That’s sweet of you to say.”

“It’s true. In that moment I was afraid you were going to think I was a freak.”

“Why would I think that?”

“You could feel how turned on I am by you dominating me.”

“Thank you for being so honest. Now, ask me the other question you came to ask.”

I didn’t know what she meant but my mouth still did.

“Do you still want to rape me?”

“I’m going to cut to the chase. One of two things will happen tonight. You will either sleep out back on the hammock and I will drive you back to school first thing in the morning.”


“Or you will come inside. I will strip you. I will bind you. I will fuck you.”

“Do I still have to leave first thing?”

“You will spend every day this week bound on my kitchen table so I can feast on your feet. Every night you will be trapped under me in bed. Both during sex and after. Choose. Now.”

I took off my clothes and turned around, arms crossed behind my back.

“I’m yours.”


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