Craftsmate and I were in the middle of messing around when I heard the door to the common room open. It was around lunchtime and I figured my roommate, Sunshine, would be having lunch somewhere.
This was, apparently, not the case.
“Ivy?” She called toward my room, “you home?”
I was blindfolded and gagged and bent over the end of my bed. I managed to wriggle my hand out of the scarf that bound my arms behind my back and yanked the ballgag out of my mouth in a mess of drool.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. “Just hanging out in my room with Craftsmate.”
“Oh,” she replied, apparently oblivious to what was going on. “Hi, Craftsmate.”
“Hi, Sunshine,” Craftsmate called back, trying not to laugh. He shoved the ballgag back into my mouth and retied my wrists, leaning down and whispering, “better keep quiet, then.”
Outside of my door, I heard Sunshine take out her phone and call up for a taxi. Inside my room, Craftsmate reached around and clipped a clothespin onto my clit. I bit down hard on the strap of the gag as I heard Sunshine list off her address and her name.
“No, no, it’s Sunshine,” she clarified, “S…U…N…”
Craftsmate pinched my nipples hard and I squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold.
“No, S. S. S…U…”
I managed to keep it together until she left. After telling me that I had been good, Craftsmate left me seated on the floor, wrists tied tightly (but not so tight that I couldn’t get myself out), his cum dripping down my back.