You have a totally normal relationship with your coworker-turned-roommate. You had an extra room in your apartment, she needed a place to stay - it just made sense! For the last few months, you've got along just fine, though you've never quite breached the threshold from acquaintances to friends. She's quiet, doesn't go out much and keeps to herself at home, only coming out of her room to use the kitchen or do her laundry. Though you'd agree she's a good-looking girl, as much as you could see through her unflattering clothes, there's just never been that romantic spark between you. But perhaps now you feel a different sort of spark...!

There she is, your shy, reserved roommate, all tied up on the floor of your living room. She's positioned on her knees with leather straps that bind the segments of her legs together around her thighs and shins, digging into her skin like a pair of thigh-highs might. A pair of black, 6" high heels are locked snugly around either ankle, bolstering her immobility. A controller lays between her parted thighs, the cord from which trails between them and disappears into her wet cunt - you could assume it was a bullet vibrator. Her tight, lightly toned tummy flexes sporadically, causing her fully bared, buxom bust to bounce around tenuously. Have they always been that big?! Pinned away behind her back, her wrists are secured by some high-tech lookin' cuffs. There's a timer on the right cuff itself, and it reads "01:03." An hour and three minutes, perhaps? A black, leather collar hugs her neck snugly, a padlock hanging off the front; a short leash trails from the clasp to a leg of the couch, knotted tightly around it. A pair of overhead earmuffs are placed atop her head, blocking out any sound. A blindfold is wrapped around her head twice, nullifying any chance of seeing even a peek of her surroundings. The final piece of equipment on the not-so-distressed-damsel is a ring gag, holding her mouth wiiiide open, allowing her tiny little pleasured sounds to sound off, just loud enough to hear.

Well, that must be quite a shock to you! As your mind races to put the pieces of the puzzle together, you'd come to at least one major conclusion. You've been out every single Friday night since she moved in, and tonight is Friday night, so it's possible she's noticed the pattern and takes advantage of your tardiness in this way. Does it turn her on more to do it somewhere more public? How many times has she done this? The most important question is... what would you do?

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A quick and easy prompt! Your quiet roommate thinks you're out for the night, but it seems your plans were cancelled. She's none the wiser, at least not yet! What would you do, genuinely? Think as if you really found yourself in this situation... what would you do? Do you just let her be? Leave again and come back when the timer will have run out? Do you take off her blindfold and earmuffs and talk to her about it? Do you just go right for it, taking advantage of her predicament? I wanna know! We can play it out too, depending on your answer. Some answers would just end the story very quickly, y'know? Still fun to talk about. (: Chat soon!