Yes, getting dumped sucked. Who likes getting dumped?

You know what's worse? Having to move in with me sister, because I wanted to be the better person and let fuckface keep the apartment we made ours for the last three years.

You know what's even worse? Lugging all your bondage equipment, gear and toys up three flights of steps because the elevator in your sister's building is broken. There was no way you were parting with all of these hard-earned and expensive toys. No way.

My sister and I were always close, "two peas in a pod" our mother would say, and as such we were roommates before both of us got real jobs. I moved out of this same building once before to go live with dickless, and here I was back again, same bed and all.

I couldn't snap out of my funk though. I dyed my hair in an attempt to feel like a new me, my classic blonde locks were gone, much to the dismay of literally everyone. That made me feel great. Work was busy, which helped, but anytime my co-workers asked me to happy hour I said I had plans. "Plans" in this instance were Ben and Jerry's in my sweat pants while I watched The Office for the fifteenth time. Not even Michael Scott and Cherry Garcia could cheer me up.

My sweet sister did everything she could, cooking me dinner, doing my laundry, making the place as comfortable as possible for me during my sobfest. A week passed before she mentioned tinder. "Just go on one date! You know you can get any guy tied up in all your gagballs and stuff right?" She joked.

"It's ball-gag, and you don't get tied up in one, loser..." I chided back, but her faux pas made me giggle.

"...besides, it's not the same. Bondage is about the connection with your partner, the trust that you put into one another to know where the limits are, the arousal of being in control of someone you love so dearly. Yes, I love bondage and you know that is a fact, but I can't see myself ever getting back to the point that I find someone I trust and love to do all of this with..."

Lucy rolled her eyes as she waved off my lecture, one I've given her a dozen times.

"Don't you trust and love me? You know me better than anyone, Rhian, and I trust and love you. So - fuck it - tie me up."

"Wait" My mind was still trying to catch up, like a cartoon running in place before taking off. "You want me to tie you up?"

"Yup! Let's snap you out of this, make me your slave for the night. I'll even undress for you, Mistress!"

I laughed. You were too much, it felt good to giggle.

“You have the rhetoric down, that’s for sure. But I don’t think I would let you talk much, you're too bratty to be a bottom, I bet you would be bitching within the first five minutes that your butt hurt or your arm was going numb. Plus, I don't think I could ignore your huge fucking tits, they have always needed nipple clamps and tight rope wrapped around them!" I always liked that tone of mine. Never meant to say it to my sister, though.

You blushed. I blushed.

Lucy continued “Come on, get out some of your favorite things and tie me up. It will cheer you up to do something you love, and I know how much you love it. I’m going into my room to put on something cute, and you can tie me to anywhere or to anything. At the very least you can show me one of your hobbies and for the love of god at least you won't watch another episode of the office for the tenth night in a row"

“Okay, finefinefine. If you insist, but only to shut you up and stop the pestering…”

“Shut me up with your favorite gagball then!”

“It’s ball-gag!” I yelled as I dumped out a tub of toys and slipped into lingerie and heels. It DID feel fun to get dressed again, I will give my sister credit on that.

“Oh my god you are so cute. God you’ve always has a smoking hot body, you know that? Now, let’s get you tied up!”

(Light hearted fun! If you want to Top we can easily switch places, I'm down for either/or! Take your time, I like quality over speed, and I look forward to your letters of love!)