Kelly - Part 1
Kelly suddenly started feeling a little drowsy. Looking at her cup she wondered, ‘Did someone drug me?’ Thinking back to when she had retrieved this particular cup of coffee she remembered seeing Professor T’Soni getting a cup of coffee, same as her and she was smiling awfully big at the time. While the coffee was still piping hot, she thought she set it down when Kasumi invited her over to discuss her new colored nail polish. But just before she headed back to her office, she remembered Shepard calling her over to discuss at some emails on her terminal. Even Dr. Chakwas had the opportunity as she mistakenly almost took her cup thinking it was hers.
“Drat!” she thought, anyone of them could have drugged her.
The yeoman that was dressed in nothing but a short my little pony t-shirt and a pair of pale pair of pink underwear started to doze off at her terminal in her estate room. Not sure how long she had been out, she wiped a large pool of drool from her mouth when she sat up. She was going to stand but noticed that she didn’t move. She looked down at her legs and noticed that one of them was tied to the chair in some sort of origami fashion.
Confused and still groggy eyed, the red head tug at the chair until she felt a pair of hands firmly grip her shoulders which instantly made the woman freeze.
At first panic raced through her body as she realized she wasn’t alone but then slowly she began to smell the scent of a woman; definitely a woman. “Oh god! It’s you!” stuttered the red head unaware of the identity of the ship’s Lady Casanova. Her fear quickly turned to excitement as her thoughts raced from not only would she soon find out who the flortilla lover was, but she would finally have her turn. She wiggled and giggled at the ideas she had been dying to try with the mystery lover.
The prompt to lover gently pushed the chair forward trapping the woman’s arms between the desk and the chair. Satisfied that Kelly wasn’t going to be able to turn around, Lady Casanova delicately placed a silk blind fold over her eyes. The psychologist pouted as she felt the object about to keep the woman’s identity a secret tie securely around her face. She muttered, “No fair. I want to see you.” A warm breath breathed into her ear, “Swoosh”
The next thing Kelly felt was an object being placed into her ear. She wasn’t sure what it was as a hand drifted down her shoulder caught her attention instead. The woman’s voice spoke in an alluring tone but much to Kelly’s surprise, it was in a foreign language. Knowing from personnel files that no one on the ship spoke French, Kelly knew that a voice translator had been placed in her ear. Everything the woman said was heard in French.
Shifting nervously in her seat the redhead quickly thought how clever this woman was to know that the only earth language she didn’t speak, was French. And the reason behind that was because of an ugly break up with an ex-girlfriend of hers in college; who consequently was French. Not only could she not hear the seductress real voice, or accent, it was entirely in the earth’s most romantic language.
The wanting redhead thought, ‘Damn she’s good.’
Circling the yeoman’s body, the incognito woman answered as if she could read Kelly’s very thoughts, “Oui”. It was one of the few words in French just about everyone knew; meaning yes.
The chair holding Kelly prisoner pulled away from her terminal when she felt a pair of gently hands take her wrist bringing each hand behind her. Her immediate thoughts were, ‘Handcuffs, I can handle that. It’s not like it would be the first time. There was this one time with a turian….’ Her thoughts were interrupted when instead of hard cold metal against her skin she felt a soft warm texture. As it coiled around her wrist and tightened she pondered, ‘Ok, rope. I’ve been tied up before. No biggie. It can be fun.’
Continuing her amusing thoughts, it dawned on the half naked woman that it wasn’t just her wrist being secured in the bindings, but rather her entire arms were being tied together. It wasn’t painfully tight but being wrapped so many times her arms, they had become completely incapacitated. The sensation was unusual and hot. Never before had her arms been secured in such a way and pleasantly surprised, it wasn’t painful at all; unlike prior bondage adventures. As if she could see, she looked down at her leg remembering the burn marks that took months to heal.
Once the woman’s arms we safely secured behind her back with 50 feet of rope that displayed about 20 loops around her arms, the seductress moved to the front of Kelly. A hand drifted down her leg and stroked the inside of Kelly’s thigh. The woman flinched at the touch. The chair Kelly was sitting in was forcefully swung away from her terminal and came to a stop. Based on the hands she felt on her knees she gathered that she was now directly facing the charmer who was suddenly starting to feel more like a femme fatale as the soft hands on her knees forcefully prided open her legs. One foot was tied to the base of the chair making it even easier for the siren to only have to wedge one leg open.
Hungry hands zealously stroked the inside of Kelly’s legs. All the waiting she had already done, she didn’t want to wait another second. “Oh God, fuck me!” Upon hearing the eager words the hands froze and slowly withdrew. It was clear to the seductress that Kelly had not learned the rules of the game and who was in charge.
Chuckling to herself, the woman said, in French, “We shall have to do something about that.” The ship’s doctor turned her head to try and analyze what had just happened; one minutes she was receiving a nice massage next, her would be lover was gone.
Dropping a very large coil of rope in Kelly’s lap, the vamp snaked a piece of fine rope over Kelly’s cheek showing her was it was. The woman swallowed hard and asked, “That isn’t for what I think it is, is it?” The woman’s hummed, “Oui”. With the same regard for the blind woman, the heavy rope was removed from her lap and she heard it land a few feet away. With a single tug at her feet, her leg was instantly freed and she was guided over to where she heard the rope fall.
Using nimble fingers the enchantress laced a beautiful yet skillful harness for the pale skinned woman. The red rope she was using wonderfully complimented the redhead’s hair. The seductress almost felt bad that she couldn’t see the rope that was being laced around her body.
The mistress was proud of the braiding skills she picked up during her adventures. It had taken months to learn the beautifully intricate rope designs of Shibari; the ancient art form of Japanese Bondage. Not only was this style of bondage breathe takingly gorgeous, they were quite practical and if done right was painless and left very little evidence of ever being used unlike prior methods of modern day bondage.
The first thing Kelly felt was a single long piece of a rope around the back of her neck and it draped down the front of her body. The dominating figure slid the rope down between Kelly’s legs, around her ass and back up her shoulders. The sightless woman felt the two ends of the rope loop in and around themselves as it covered her body.
With her arms still tightly secured behind her, Kelly felt her thighs being wrapped up next. With a tug of a rope Kelly felt herself being lifted off the ground by the rope. After she overcame the fear of not falling, she actually felt free and knew it was completely erotic.
Hanging up in the air, the redhead felt her feet being tucked under her and tied to her thighs. She was now in a spread eagle position and there was nothing she could do about it. Her hands were tied behind her back, her feet were completely immobile, she was off the ground and couldn’t run away if she tried. Not to mention she was also blindfolded. The psychologist probably would have screamed at the top of her lungs for help if she hadn’t been enjoying every indulgent moment of it immensely.
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