Samantha was moving it back and forth as the other girls strapped her arms behind her back. She gagged at the bitter taste, and realized it was a bar of soap. MPHH…!” she was silenced as something was shoved into her mouth. Her arms were pulled behind her and secured. She barely had a chance to comprehend what was happening before she realized she was being tied into a strait jacket. She struggled, but was held tight, and felt her arms being pulled into a pair of sleeves. She had agreed to be submissive, but this sudden invasion of her privacy was still shocking. no!” She said as her shirt was forcibly removed. Rosie didn’t have time to fully process what was happening before they had grabbed her. She opened her mouth to argue, but was interrupted as the door burst open, and Samantha stood in followed by two other girls, each holding articles of clothing. How many people where there? She didn’t know there was more then one, she hadn’t agreed to that. Wait, she thought, how many are there? Suddenly her nervousness turned to pure anxiety, even fear. What did Samantha have planned? Samantha left and closed the door.Īfter a moment she haired footsteps in the hallway. Samantha’s tone gave no room for argument, and the anticipation of what could come, along with her clear control was exciting, she was sat nervously, a pit forming in her stomach. Far to mature, and the want-to-be rebellious look isn’t good for you.” Rosie gaped at her and couldn’t respond. “Hmmm… we will have to do something about those clothes. She looked at Rosie’s black jeans and button up shirt. Once they were there, Samantha turned Rosie to face her and examined her again. The bedroom was large and spacious, with a queen sized bed, bookshelves, and paintings on all walls. They passed a well stocked kitchen, a cozy living room with several couches and a television, and went down a white walled hallway into a bedroom. Rosie’s instinct was to pull away, but she let herself be lead. “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough.” Samantha began dragging her further into the apartment. So what are we going to do? Are we going to just start, or talk a bit first?” Rosie was trying still play the role of submissive while making sure the boundaries were kept. This was the sort of treatment she could expect. She was here to play sub, she told herself. She tried to back up a bit, then mentally checked herself. “Hehe your just as cute as I expected,” she smacked Rosie on the butt, making her yelp. She looked Rosie over, examining her wavy brown hair and shorter, broad hipped build. The woman dragged her in by the arm, closed the door and locked it. “Rosie?” the woman asked, and Rosie nodded. This was definitely a woman who could make that hurt, and definitely one who would have no problem dominating over someone. Rosie stared at the woman’s arms, hoping whatever the plan was didn’t involve a lot of spanking. Rosie, herself almost 6 feet tall, wasn’t used to having to look up at another woman. The door was almost immediately answered by a tall, athletically built blond haired woman. At least if it turned bad she could always ask for it to start. Just turn off the dominant side, and let someone else take control. That was all part of it, and they had similar interests, but it was still frightening. She had no idea what was in store for her, it was all Samantha’s decision. Not only that, but the plan was meant to be a surprise. She knew this would be difficult, having to let someone take control of her for a change. Almost every discussion she had and every drawing she made had her playing dom. It was a role she she was always interested it but didn’t even discuss as much. On top of that, she was here to play the sub. She didn’t really know this person, did she? How well can you know someone you’ve never seen before? Do online meetings and relationships count the same as in person? The person’s name was Samantha, and they certainly had a lot of similar interests, but it was still frightening. After years visiting a… strange… community online, speaking to people without seeing them, even making art for it, she had been offered a chance to actually try living it. A single offer, coming to her from someone she had spoken too online but had never met in person. It could have been any other apartment door in any other hallway, but the reason she was here was certainly strange. There was nothing outwardly strange about them. Rosie stood nervously in front of a strange door in a strange hallway. The TBDL, the bedwetter and the sleepover.The TBDL, the bedwetter and the sleepover.
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