Journal of Bound Euphoria

My consciousness is shifting in the darkness, my world veiled in a soft haze. The chill of cool air against my bare skin sends shivers through me, as I fight the urge to cover myself- not that I could. The only part of my skin not exposed is covered by the soft ropes binding my ankles and wrists. I can feel the buzz of anticipation pulsing in my gut, but I’m not afraid. This is a situation I’m very familiar with.

Where am I?

The soft clicking of heels on tile floors drew my attention- looking up I am greeted by my Mistress, my fear easing immediately at the sight of her.

She was absolutely stunning.

Her long, black hair fell past her shoulders, barely covering her breasts. I could feel my heart beating faster as she drew closer, and even more once I noticed the crop in her hand.

Her hand brushed my cheek as I met her deep brown eyes- and she smiled. A soft, reassuring smile that took all of my worries and doubts away. I slowly bowed my head in resignation.

She placed a kiss on the top of my head, before her hand under my chin guided my gaze upwards again. She pressed her soft lips against mine, and I relaxed into it. There was nothing to worry about, I was safe here.

My ropes seemed to curl around me tighter, the bright red strings keeping me anchored to the spot. A deep hunger awakened in me as I welcomed her tongue in my mouth. I needed this- I needed more.

She pulled back, a smirk on my captors lips as she was suddenly several feet away, riding crop in hand. She raised her arm high in the air, my eyes following it upward until I saw the tip of a crop. She swung, my eyes closing as the blur arced through the air, racing towards my soft breasts. I braced for the impact, the sharp bite of hard leather striking soft, delicate flesh-

But it never came.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, only to see I was alone, and where she once stood was gone. Now there were no walls, no ceiling- or even a floor. Below me there was nothing but the empty, cold abyss. A sliver of fear crept into my heart as I felt the ropes securing my legs untie themselves, falling away into the dark below.

I began to panic as I saw the ropes holding my wrists suddenly loosen, feeling them slide against my skin.

No no no!

As they fell away I grabbed at them, but they were like silk, and slipped right through my fingers. I screamed as I plummeted into the darkness.

…

I can’t move.

No one answered my call.

I’m falling faster.

I can’t see.

Helpmeplease-

Kara!

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A cry escaped me as I woke suddenly, panic sprouting in my chest. I quickly sat up, breathing heavily while I raked at the stray wisps of brown hair that clouded my vision. Slowly, I glanced around my room, only to fall back on my pillow as I came to my senses.

“… fuck.” Even though I was alone, my voice was barely a whisper.

My labored breaths are the only sounds to be heard in the comfort of my small room. I try to slow my breathing in an attempt to calm myself down- but to no avail. I closed my eyes, a choice I instantly regretted as images of past experiences filled my mind’s eye once again.

I tried to push those thoughts aside- I felt exhausted. I just wanted to go back to sleep, but the burning need in my core wouldn’t allow it. I could feel the small things like my nipples pressing against my night shirt, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep again like this, no matter how long I tried.

Whining in frustration I rolled onto my side, hoping to make this quick so I could get maybe another hour or two of sleep. I’d normally take my time, but I felt desperate. I slid my hand past the seam of my pajama pants, not surprised to find I was already a little wet. I started by rubbing slow, rhythmic circles around my clit, going fast, then slow, making myself even more aroused before I continued.

I pulled my hand away, licking my finger before slowly slipping it inside me. I let out a soft moan as I fingered myself, feeling my arousal grow even more. I used my other hand to gently massage my breasts through my shirt, before pinching and teasing my nipples. I just wanted to get relief as quickly as possible so I could go back to sleep.

I pulled my finger out, only to add another, biting down a moan as I closed my eyes. I let my mind drift from one perverted thought to another as my hands worked. My breathing became ragged and I felt hot. I tossed the blankets off, before deciding ‘fuck it’ and pulled my pajamas pants down too, letting them rest around my ankles.

I shifted, turning over on my back I spread my legs wide. Licking my fingers again, cringing a little as I tasted my own arousal, before burying my fingers deep in my pussy. Now that I was unrestricted I was able to move much faster like this. Picking up the pace I tried holding back my moans, biting my lip in an attempt to stifle my cries of pleasure as I frantically worked.

I could feel my orgasm begin to build, as I got closer I pulled my fingers out, using my wetness as lube I began to quickly rub my clit. I was breathing faster, letting soft moans escape me. I used my other hand to pull my shirt up, pinching and pulling at my nipples, enjoying the pricks and tingles of pain that only drove me closer to the edge.

I let go of my nipples, pressing a pillow over my face as I moaned into it. I was on the edge, pushing myself over into euphoria as my orgasm peaked. ‘Oh, oh fuck yes! Fuck me, Kara!’ Stars exploded behind my eyes as my orgasm ignited, burning through my core as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through my system. I thrust my ass off the bed, my hips searching for more pressure as my hand furiously rubbed my clit.

As I came down from my high my hand faltered, and I collapsed back down into the mess I made. I was in too much bliss to care really. Feeling satisfied, I pulled my pajama bottoms back up, licking my fingers clean before grabbing my blanket, my head once again hitting the pillow as I pulled my blanket around me.

I blinked as I looked up, the clock on my nightstand says it’s a little before nine. I still have plenty of time. My brain supplied through my sleepy, post-orgasm state as I closed my eyes, content at now going back to sleep. However, as my glow faded and I became more aware, I started to question what I just read.

Wait… what time did I need to be there again…?

… Damn it!

Kicking the blankets off me in panic as I jumped out of bed, grabbing my phone off the nightstand as I ran to get ready. I was surprised but thankful that there were no missed calls or messages asking where I was. If I hurry I may not be very late!

Once in the bathroom turned the water on before I quickly stripped off my T-shirt. Choosing to ignore the mess inside my pajama bottoms, I removed them too before stepping under the warmth of the shower. I wasted no time getting to work scrubbing my hair, lathering up my soft skin and quickly rinsing off.

I really regretted not being able to enjoy it, since I love hot showers. There’s just something incredibly therapeutic about it, to the point where I could stay in there for hours, (especially once my… active imagination kicked in)- but sadly there was no time for fun.

Once I was out of the shower and dried off I threw on some clothes and finished getting ready. My hastily assembled outfit consisted of socks, shoes, a bra, panties, blue jeans, a t-shirt and of course my jacket. It was a little old and one of the sleeves had a small tear, but I’ve had it for years. It’s more of a comfort and sentimental value than a fashion statement.

There we go, now maybe I can avoid looking like a zombie- well, an unpresentable zombie at least. By the time I was done I saw I had two unread messages, so pushing my dread aside I checked them.

Kara: Did you miss your alarm again?

Kara: Allie?

… Shit.

Alena: Hey, yeah I did, I’m so sorry!

Kara: It’s alright, no rush, just wanted to check that you were still coming?

That’s… odd. Normally Kara is much more strict on punctuality. Heck, I still remember all the punishments I got for being tardy over the years, so she must be having a pretty good day!

Alena: Yeah of course! I just overslept again!

Kara: Rough night?

Not exactly…

Alena: Yeah kinda, just weird dreams.

Kara: I’m sorry. Though you always have been a dreamer. What’s your eta?

Alena: I’m leaving now, I’ll be just a few minutes late. Sorry!

Kara: No prob, let me know before you arrive.

Alena: Gotta make sure you are both decent? Please make sure Kate has *some* clothes on so that doesn’t happen again?

It was both amazing and mortifying.

I’ve never seen Kate shout like that before… Well, not with me at least. We were both beat-red for the entire dinner which Kara forced us to still have while making every dirty innuendo she could.

She’s so evil.

Alena: or should I say what you consider decent?

Kara: Yeah, freak accident. She tripped and fell right out of her panties this morning.

Kara: She’s fine though, luckily the bed was there to catch her.

I won’t lie, I felt a small bit of jealousy at that, which I managed to shamefully push down. So that’s probably why she’s in such a good mood…

I looked in the mirror, watching myself wince as I pulled my hair up in a ponytail before replying.

Alena: uh-huh… I recall having similar ‘accidents’.

Kara: You both are really accident prone, I guess it’s a sub thing?

I couldn’t help but laugh as I sent my last message before pocketing my phone, grabbing my keys and heading out the door.

Alena: Hmm… maybe it is?

Alena: Driving, be there in a bit! ^-^

I hopped in my truck, backing out of the driveway before revving it a little. I know a lot of people don’t like trucks, (and I didn’t really either at first), but Dad said I could have his old one as a first vehicle. So as a broke college student I wasn’t about to turn a deal like that down!

It kinda grew on me over the years. It’s been really reliable, so I really can’t say I don’t like it anymore. I took a moment to turn on one of my old playlists and headed towards Kara’s apartment.

Kara and I have been friends since we were teenagers in High School together. At the time I was a bit of an introvert and mainly kept to myself, then one day this random, punk-decked girl sat down next to me. I didn’t really say anything, (and if I’m being honest I didn’t want her to say anything either), but she started up a conversation about music and just kinda adopted me on the spot.

I use the term “adopted” because I wasn’t looking for a friend. I was an awkward and shy loner, and happy for it. I had people that I knew, but never any real friends. I was introverted- I didn’t really go out much, didn’t talk to new people or make friends- and I was okay with that. At the time I was happy just as I was with peace and quiet.

Then Kara just… happened.

It was honestly one of the best changes in my life, and it was a change I never knew that I wanted. When we first met she was miles ahead of me socially and extremely outgoing. She could- (and did!) -hold a conversation all by herself, only stopping to take a drink or ask a quick question.

So you can picture me just sitting there awkwardly as this black-haired girl goes on and on, but… I couldn’t help but be enthralled. To put it poetically, if I had never met her parents I would’ve assumed Aphrodite had some fun around 20 years ago, because she was just… stunning.

It wasn’t just that she was pretty, her charm was indescribable. The closest I think I could get is that she was likable and real. She just had a way of luring me out of my shell, and was never forceful or annoying, instead she was very patient and… persistent.

I certainly didn’t make it easy though, not that it mattered to her! In fact at first she seemed okay with talking to herself with me as an audience, but some of her jokes or insults directed to our other, more stuck up classmates were just so good I couldn’t help but laugh with her!

She was and still is a rebel at heart, and it got us both in more trouble than she’d ever admit. Kara was the kind of girl to purposely get us both in trouble just to see me disciplined. Note that I said I was disciplined, because she sure as hell never was. (Well… not really- but that’s a story for another time.)

Over time I learned to love her company. We would hang out together often, and became closer over the years until eventually we were inseparable. I became more open and outgoing during that time since she helped slowly draw me out of my safe space, both socially and in time, sexually as well.

She was the person who made me recognize my submissive nature before she introduced me to BDSM. A while afterward I also figured out I’m bi- (and in a very fun way, but that’s another story!). Shortly afterwards we started dating, and during that time we learned a lot about each other. I also learned things about myself that I certainly would’ve never discovered on my own.

Though after a few months it became apparent to both of us we just weren’t meant to be a couple. It was more of a relief for both of us than a disappointment, especially when we both voted to continue with our friendship and our d/s dynamic since we still really enjoyed it, even as just friends. Although I often joke with her that she just befriended me to have a sub.

Things were going really great… but sadly things changed when Kara met her girlfriend, Katelyn.

When I first met Kate I was both really happy for Kara, but also a little shocked. I’m not sure how I can describe this, but Kate is one of the nicest adults I have ever met. I didn’t really understand how such a collected, sadistic person like Kara found such a cute, small bean like Kate.

At first everything was fine, and they went out more and more, growing closer over time. After about a month Kara eventually opened up and told her she was a dom, and after talking a bit on their own they invited me over one day. We talked about our dynamic a bit with her, and she brought up some… reasonable concerns.

Surprisingly she was fine with being a submissive to Kara, but as Kara’s girlfriend she didn’t understand why Kara wanted to interact sexually with other girls. Even though we explained it wasn’t romantic, she still felt uncomfortable and a little betrayed. Although… as much as it hurt, I couldn’t really blame her.

They fought over it for a bit, but eventually I just conceded. As much as I hated it it wasn’t worth Kara losing someone she could spend the rest of her life with. So much to both mine and Kara’s disappointment, we ended our sessions together. I really don’t have any hard feelings towards Kate for it, it wasn’t her fault and she had every right to feel that way. It was just kinda sad and painful to end it like that.

Not to mention the lonely nights didn’t really help.

That was almost three months ago. Kara and I are still really close, and we try to at least have coffee every Monday to talk and catch up. I’ve also gotten to know Kate better as well, and I would say we have become pretty good friends. Still it was a nice surprise for them to invite me over to their apartment for breakfast.

Their apartment complex towers above me as I turn into the parking lot. It was a tall, elegant building in the heart of the city that was fairly basic in its design. Although the exterior of black, opaque glass gave little away as to the contents. It was hard to tell it was even an apartment building- which was kinda the point, actually.

One of Kara’s relatives owns these apartments, and being extremely generous they let Kara live here for a quarter of what it actually costs. Plus, if Kara is to be believed, discretion is literally what they were made for. She said these are secret luxury apartments, with most suites rented to celebrities on tour, small politicians, or away-homes for the rich on business trips.

Though I wouldn’t put it past her to just be messing with me…

I pull into an empty parking space, turning off the engine before pulling out my phone to let Kara know I’m here.

Alena: I’m here, are you two um, dressed?

I open the door and hop out, pulling my jacket around me tighter despite the warm weather. I approached the tinted glass doors that mark the entrance and scanned my guest pass. As I step inside I move past the well furnished lobby- (with a very kind receptionist, might I add) -to the elevators. Once inside I felt my phone buzz again, so I pressed a button for one of the higher floors and pulled out my phone as the doors closed.

Kara: Unfortunately yes, we both have our clothes on and our assets covered.

Kara: … for now.

Kara: 🙂

I had to take a moment to get control of my very active imagination. It’s a double edge sword: a great and overactive imagination means it’s easier for me to be creative and spontaneous. However, two beautiful girls going at it in my head while in public is not… ideal.

I swear Kara just lives for seeing me worked up.

Alena: … Ooookay, I’m on my way up.

As the doors chime I step out and turn left, already knowing right where to go as I walk down the brightly-lit hallway. I pass a few paintings of various styles, none of which are really to my taste.

It still amazes me that Kara (and by extension Kate) can live in a place like this, the building itself is huge. It makes it even more insane that there are only a few apartments on each floor, so they must have more square feet than my house! Discount or not, these must cost a fortune… Turning the corner I spot their door, taking a moment to collect myself before giving a quick knock.

Kara has a rule that subs are not allowed to wear normal clothes while in her apartment, however underwear is still permitted. Kate, since she is Kara’s girlfriend and submissive now has to follow this rule. While we’ve become used to it by now I still remember how embarrassed she was when she first found out this still applies when they have consenting guests over.

Which means me too.

It’s fine, you’ve seen this a hundred times. Take a breath, it’s no big deal. I mentally prepared myself as I heard soft footsteps behind the door, although I did inwardly chuckle at the idea of Kate having to stand on her toes to check the peephole.

Don’t stare, don’t stare, do-

After a moment Kate opened the door, and I lasted half a second before I broke eye contact. Who could blame me? Although I am 100% going to use the excuse that it was because I am shy and don’t like eye contact.

Before me stood Kate. She was about my height, her shoulder-length brown hair was pulled up in a short bun. As my eyes drifted lower I saw she was wearing her normal home clothes. Which only consisted of a cute black lace bra, panties and thigh-high socks- not the sexy lace kind, hers were made of thick cotton, with cute stripes at the top.