Living the Fantasy

"I knew I left it around here somewhere!" I shouted to myself, desperately searching for my laptop.

I huffed, angered I couldn't find my stupid laptop. I just got some great fucking inspiration for another bondage erotica story too. I searched my bed, my dresser, and my closet but it was nowhere to be found. I let out a loud groan of frustration, flopping backward into my bed. I shot back up when a realization popped into my head.

"Oh no. If I left it somewhere and someone found all my writing, I'd be so fucked."

I couldn't help but hyperventilate at the idea of some random guy finding all the smut I wrote. This couldn't be happening. No, I refused to believe it was happening. I darted to my feet and began my search again, tearing apart my room. Only when I found nothing did the horror really sink in. I had left it behind at a class or at lunch or somewhere and it was probably in the hands of some perverted creep.

I let out an angry groan followed by a whimper of despair. I was so screwed. If someone from this school found out about my secret, I would never hear the end of it.

"Look it's the nerd slut who likes being tied up," I heard an imagined voice.

"Yeah, the nerd act is all a show. She's just a fucking slut," another voice mocked.

I shook my head desperately to drown out my mind's imaginary scenarios. Then, I heard a knock on the door.

I didn't have it in me to deal with a guest, especially since I had no real friends here other than my online writing group. Not that a group of horny guys vying for my attention is what I'd call much of a friend circle. There were a couple of guys that were interested more in my writing than getting in my pants, so it wasn't completely awful. Honestly, it gave me a semblance of normality.

The knocks were becoming more insistent. I guess I couldn't ignore them forever. Bouncing to my feet, I slowly approached the door. I stopped dead in my tracks when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I wore a tight light blue shirt that barely left anything to the imagination when it came to my perky, B cup breasts, especially with no bra on. The shirt clung to me like a second skin of polyester. My flat stomach was as on display as the rest of my body. And to top it all off, I had a pair of tight black short shorts that cupped my round ass just perfectly.

I never wore this kind of attire outside. It was just something to wear when I was home playing late-night video games. My comfy outfit, if I'd have to call it something. My eyes darted around the room scanning for something less revealing. My floor was a mess of clothes, bedsheets, and my undergarments. Fucking god, this was such a bad time for a guest in my dorm. I'd have to shoo them off without letting them in.

"Hey um, I'm a little busy. Can you come back later?" I asked the mystery guest.

"I guess I could go. But I'll be leaving your erotica collection for all the school to see, Lexi," a man's voice replied.

There was one level of bad, like people finding out my turn-ons. Even worse, there was people finding out what I wrote; then there was this. He didn't just know I wrote erotica but was threatening to reveal my secret to the whole college. While it wasn't against college rules nor was it something I'd get in trouble for, I'd totally be the laughing stock of the school. I had no choice; I had to let him in. After an uncomfortable silence, I replied, hoping he was still there.

"Let me get something on," I stated.

"I bet you look good naked. Even with all the loose clothing, I know you got a cute bod."

I cringed at his every word. This was an absolute fucking nightmare. I spotted a hoodie on the floor, grudgingly picking it up. I slipped under it, almost knocking off my thick-rimmed glasses and poked my arms out their respective sleeves. At the very least, I wasn't going to give this guy the pleasure of seeing my chest.

I turned the deadbolt lock on my door and took a deep breath. Fuck me sideways while I was bound and gagged, I knew the guy. We had gone to the same high school together. He used to torment me all the time for my nerdy sweaters and "quick to answer the teacher" attitude. His name was Tyler and he was reasonably attractive for a college guy. His short black hair, neatly trimmed and well kept, reminded me a lot of the void of space, oddly. His dark green eyes were dull and almost jade-like, hard at work feasting on my body. I felt my skin crawl at his lingering gazes at my chest.

Tucked under his left arm was none other than my laptop. I tried hard to swallow the lump in my throat as I fixed my gaze on the device that had gotten me in this shitty predicament. I had to think of a way to get it back. I prayed he hadn't downloaded any of the incriminating evidence.

"Going to invite me inside, Lexi?" Tyler said smugly. I hated every second of this but ultimately I stood aside, allowing him into my very compact dorm room. "Looks like a hurricane went off in here, cutie."

"Don't call me that you ass. And I was looking for that thing you have tucked under your arm."

"Oh yeah," he started, pulling out my laptop "You left this in class yesterday. I swiped up looking for something nice to embarrass your nerdy ass. It was a good thing you left open your laptop. Left it on your social media too. I did not expect to find what I found though. You're a naughty girl, cutie."

"I said stop calling me that! And give me back my laptop you thief!" I snapped, reaching out for my laptop. He dodged my lunge and I fell face-first on my bed. I rolled over and growled at him. Tyler was staring lecherously reminding me that my ass was now perfectly displayed for him. My face blushed as embarrassment washed over me. That just made me even angrier. Before I could charge him again he put a hand up, like a signal to stop.

"Don't. I have plenty of copies of your stories for personal reasons if you catch my drift. No, I'm here to return your laptop and make a deal with you." He arched an eyebrow, a challenge for me to attack him again.

"What kind of deal?"

"I think the things I have in mind will be beneficial for both of us."

I sat up and listened intently. While this felt like the start to an awful blackmail plot, he hadn't outed me and he could very well be telling the truth. I guess I'd give him the benefit of the doubt. Hearing the deal and then sending him on his way worked just fine for me. And of course, there was the off chance that this 'deal' of his was beneficial for me.

"I return your laptop to you. No harm, no foul, and I'll even help keep your secret."

"And what am I giving you in return?" I asked quizzically.

"Well after reading your story about precious little Brittany, I realized exactly what you're into. You want to be dominated. So you ask what I want? Well, I want you to be my submissive."

He has to be joking. There was no way that he was just going to waltz in here and bargain me into being his submissive. The idea was ridiculous and I was ready to spit in his face.

But then again, I thought, it would be kind of fun to live out some of my fantasies. Self-bondage only really gets so enjoyable before getting old and stale. On top of that, I'd have someone to confide in, trust, and look after me. I mulled over the idea more and more even though I knew he was watching me intently, waiting for an answer.

"And if I say no?"

"Well, then you won't hear from me again."

"Just like that, you'd give up and not use your bargaining chip?"

"Of course. I'm not a monster or a freak," he chuckled, "I used the threat to get my foot in the door. If you say no, I'm not going to force you."

He seemed sincere but there was only one way to be sure. I lowered my head as if to signal him that I was going to say no. If he really let it go, I could trust him. But if he didn't, I'd never be able to hand myself over to him like that.

"No," I whispered.

"Ok," he said blandly.

I heard the thump of my laptop landing on my bed next to me. When I looked up I was alone in my room; he'd vanished as quickly as he came. I took a deep breath. I hoped this wasn't the worst mistake of my life but I just had to be sure. That was the point of the whole concept right? To be able to trust the person you're giving yourself to.

The next day in class, I was acutely aware of Tyler. I never saw him glance my way nor did his friends. He either was very good at hiding it or he really had let me go. If it was the latter I knew I would have to do some grand gesture to get his forgiveness.

I already had a few ideas in mind. I could come to him, on my knees in a public space like in the story he mentioned. I'd have to find a leash to put around my neck like in the story. Tyler must have liked it if he brought it up. I wondered how many stories he kept. I wonder if he got off to all of them, or if he imagined me in place of the submissives of my stories.

Another thing I could try was a more direct approach. I could tell him the truth and apologize for deceiving him, then accept any punishment he deemed fit. Relationships, especially BDSM relationships, required trust. If he ever found out later, I would be in colossal trouble. I'd give it a few more days before I'd approach him. That way I'd be extra sure and I would feel safe in his care.

My plan to wait for the next few days wasn't appearing to be worth it. Each day I thought more and more about it. Maybe he knew my real answer and when I sent him away, he only complied to give me peace of mind.

The latter would turn out to be true. At the end of the week, he snatched my arm from behind after all the other students left. He was wearing a band tee shirt with a big logo, a pair of washed denim jeans and his usual sneakers. I couldn't help but be hyper-focused on him and everything he wore and did and said.

The stillness in the both of us was something neither of us wanted to be the first to break. I didn't want to move just yet. I figured he was waiting for me to pull away, to screech, or tug myself free. Oddly, I didn't do anything. I was still as him, looking into his eyes, admiring the softness of the green.

"I should get to my next class," I said meekly.

It was almost like I was asking permission. Why did I need his permission? Oh no, I was already ensnared. It was his damn eyes. No no no! I needed just a little bit longer. I really wanted to do this right.

He was being as still and silent as a statue. I was starting to fear him a bit and thought maybe I should pull myself loose. I didn't realize my heart had started to race. My whole body tensed up and I tried to swallow a lump in my throat that would not budge. Suddenly his grip softened and his lips twitched into a smile. Not a sadistic one or a scary grin, but a warm comforting smile.

"Reconsidered my offer?" He started and then there was that smug look he had when he first barged into my life, "Or are you still waiting to see if I can be trusted?"

I never understood the phrase 'my jaw dropped' but right now I was feeling that. He knew. He fucking knew. I barely registered that I had stopped breathing or the heat in my face. I felt paralyzed, shocked.

I snapped out of it as he leaned and grazed my cheek with his lips. A light rub of his nose on my skin before he backed up. When his facial expression returned into my view, my breath returned. I looked down to notice his hand withdrew and let out a sigh of relief.

"The latter," I whispered. Tyler owned me and he knew it.

"I guessed as much. Now get to your class cutie. I'll wait as long as you need."

And with his last remark, he gave me another warm smile and walked past me to the door. I couldn't process everything that just happened. It took me another few moments to shake off paralysis. I left for my next class that I was sure to be late for. Not that it mattered much.

I got there and I couldn't register a word the professor said. That moment played back in my head over and over. The feeling of his lips, the smell of citrus from his body wash, the sound of his lips pressing against my cheek. I was acutely aware of every feeling still lingering in my senses. Even my mental image was still picture perfect. I couldn't get away from him.

On my way home I tried hard to push the thoughts of him away. I needed some clarity of mind to process everything that was buzzing all day. I pushed the rim of my glasses up the bridge of my nose. I paused, took in a deep breath like I was trying to exhale my troubles.

This wasn't a bad thing, right? I mean he basically blackmailed his way into my life and stole my laptop. On the other hand, he has been completely trustable otherwise and no one found about my secret. Unless they were all keeping quiet on the topic.

I made it back to my cozy little room just after sunset. I had picked up some crappy fast food for my dinner. I didn't have it in me to prepare a real meal like I normally do. No matter how hard I tried, there was a large part of me that wanted this, wanted him. I wanted to be his submissive, to give him his every desire, to be owned by him.

Sleep was hard that night and I was more sexually riled up than usual. I wasn't able to get anywhere with my writing. Tyler never once left my thoughts. My memories dragged me back to that moment, his lips on my cheek. My core started to heat up when I thought how much I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted his lips on mine, I wanted to taste him.

My whole body was heated now. I had realized that my fingers had tickled their way down my stomach, down to the waistband of my shorts. I didn't bother diving into my panties just yet. I gently teased myself, barely parting my labia. Long drawn-out breaths kept me aware of where I was. I had to be very careful not to get too loud. While I didn't have anyone in the room with me, there were plenty of people in the dorm building. And with the walls being paper thin, half the dorm would hear me moan.

I cursed myself for at least not taking his number after he pecked my cheek. I cursed myself for letting another chance slip me by. Worst of all, I cursed myself for not allowing him to be here. I wanted his control, I wanted him on top of me. He was absolutely right; I desired to be dominated, and it drove me crazy.

There was light wetness now in the cotton of my panties. A small little speck, forming the beginnings of my arousal. I had to stop. If I kept going I wouldn't be able to contain myself. Unfortunately, I kept thinking of Tyler, of all the things I wanted him to do to me. I huffed and puffed trying my best to at least resist this but I couldn't manage it.

A ding noise came from my still active laptop. Saved by the bell so to speak, I was snapped out of my lust-fueled desire and grabbed at my laptop. The only people who messaged me were my ma and pa or a teacher looking for an assignment. I pulled up my email and there was nothing. I was so certain that the noise I heard was my email. Then I saw it, an alert on my Twitter; Tyler.

He left me a private message with two things. The first was him apologizing for not giving me his number with the tail end of the first part leaving his number with a wink. The second half, made my heart stop or my chest suddenly became so tight it felt like it stopped. There, in the ink of the internet, was my first command.

"Btw no cumming without my say so cutie or ELSE. Your body and your orgasms are my property now."

I quickly drafted up my response, erased it, and then rewrote it. I did this a couple of times until my response was a playful tease but not too desperate. I didn't want him to think I was being too needy, at least not yet.

"What does the ELSE contain? Cause I'm pretty horny and you're not here to stop me."

It was maybe a minute when he replied again. Although, staring at your screen blankly in the middle of the night while waiting for a message every second feels like forever. And when he did reply it sent jitters through my system. I almost forgot that I was horny to begin with.

"It means to behave or I'll have to tie you up. I won't let you come for hours, constantly keeping you on edge as a horny slave should be. Maybe before I leave you to go to bed will I let you orgasm. We'll see how my mood is."

"You would leave me tied all night? After torturing me all day? I can't have been that much of a bad girl already."

"I can give you a list of all the times you've been bad so far. So best to behave now and lessen your punishments later."

I thought about what situations he could be referring to. I didn't recall misbehaving, well excluding this time. I'd been pretty normal about this whole ordeal honestly. I think a normal girl would have called the cops or gotten a restraining order. Yet here I was, throwing myself at him happily because I felt like I'm living in one of my stories. Oh and it felt absolutely fucking amazing.

Tyler and I exchanged messages back and forth, mostly banter until he had to sleep. He had a test tomorrow in his criminology class. I never formally accepted being his submissive but we still acted as if that dynamic was already in place. I had a momentary thought just before I succumbed to sleep that I should be a brat and disobey. It would be fun to see how I'd get punished for orgasming without his consent. But my body was too tired and my arousal was quickly fleeting into exhaustion.

It was finally the weekend again, a little over a week had passed since this all had begun. I was getting more and more comfortable with Tyler. Today would be the big test, however. Tyler was taking me out to dinner later tonight at a mediocre restaurant. He claimed the food was good despite the rundown look of the place.

We didn't talk much in person. We sent tons of messages via texts and Twitter messages. But during the day, we kept a respectable distance from each other. I watched him from the corner of my eye secretly hoping that he'd come over to me. Flashbacks of that peck still tingled on my cheek. I desperately wanted more but I wasn't going to be the one to cave.

Now he was taking me out, to what I assume was my first real test as a submissive. Especially when his invitation came with conditions. The first was to be showered and ready, except for my clothing. I was to wait in a towel until he arrived where he'd pick out my attire. It was a simple enough request that I didn't mind accommodating. It was the second condition that was making my stomach turn in knots. After dinner was done, he wanted to dole out the punishments I owed him.

I checked my make up for the millionth time and cleaned my glasses again. I straightened my hair and left it down. The often tied up bundle of mocha hair was now flowing in a curtain around the sides of my face. Figured it would be best to wait to style my hair until after Tyler arrived. He was arriving two hours ahead of our reservation so I should have the time.

Finally the knock I'd been waiting two hours for had come. I stood up in my towel, still clinging tightly to my body. The cotton fabric brushed against my nipples that I didn't realize were hardening. The minor sexual sensation caused me to stutter for a moment. Tyler knocked again more impatiently and I rushed to open the door.

I swung back the door, bowing my head a little. I knew I would be embarrassed but I felt really meek in his presence right now. One swipe and I'd be completely naked for him. I wouldn't put it past someone like him to do that. I clutched the towel tighter and backed away slowly, never once raising my head.

Tyler smelled of citrus-like shampoo or body soap scented with oranges. I could see from my downward gaze that he was wearing jeans and sneakers, looking like this would be a more casual excursion. Then there was the feeling of his soft, smooth finger lifting my chin. I found myself locked in a staring contest with his dark green eyes. They felt inviting, warm, almost as if luring me further in. I felt my breath hitch as his lips parted and I wasn't sure if he was going to kiss me, bite me or just talk.