Finding Tara with Heather

I get home to my room after my classes only to find a note on our bed explaining that Tara is at Heather's, and to come if I dared.

Oh boy, that jump starts the evening!

I am Carter, and I am a college student madly in love with Tara, my hot and extremely sexual girlfriend.

I warn you, this blog might contain explicit sexuality. Don't worry. Tara corrects my words so I won't betray her trust.

So, I put my school stuff away and leave our room in Faulkner.

Wait, you might know Faulkner. It's a huge dorm building, for something like a thousand students. Six floors and a single massive, long corridor on each. We are on the first floor, so we don't need to use any of the elevators. We get out of our room, and leave by the door.

There is another big dorm Baxter, but it's something else. It's in the sport's section and I think it was originally just for African American students to hide them in the back? I ain't sure.

But one thing is sure, you can't shack with your girlfriend. Well, girls can share their room with their girlfriend, and boys with their boyfriends, but mixed company is banned.

So, Tara changed room to be roommate with my roommate's girlfriend, and then, the two girls switched room.

That's how Tara and I can be roommate which is sweet. We are even engaged and getting married this summer. We even had both beds stored and replaced by our future marital bed.

Heather is in O'Brady. That's a smaller building, with only 24 rooms over three floors. But it's a girls only dorm. Yes, they have those. To be fair, there is also Langley just for boys, also 48 rooms.

Why would anyone choose these two? Well, the rooms are bigger than Faulkner, they are quieter and you share a much bigger living room with only seven other rooms, not eleven.

To get in the non-Faulkner or Baxter buildings costs more and needs waiting in the stupid waiting list.

Tara and I decided not to play this game and instead, got a room with one of the two negligent RA. Room Advisors who do not give a fuck about who rooms with whom.

I get outside. It's that fast.

Now, this is where is gets tricky, as I walk to O'Brady, I think about Heather, Tara and me.

When I came to college, I heard about the True Goddess Movement. It's this well, cult like group ruled by a cabale of female students and which locks guys in male chastity.

It might surprise you, but I joined, voluntarily. No one forced me, no one twisted my arm and what I hope, once married to Tara, is that I will spend my whole adult life in chastity.

Why? Now that is the trick question. I could answer what I first said to Tara. That I am addicted to masturbation. I could tell her what I told her next, a few weeks later, that I being in chastity allows me to be more in touch with my emotions and the rest of my body.

But it's all lies. Well, partial truths. In reality, I am kinky and submissive. There, I said it. You wouldn't know it from my demeanor. I work in a shop for God sake! I am a luxury car mechanic who looks tough and who no one wants to mess with.

And I want my girlfriend to boss me around, hurt me, tie me, and just because I am fair, I want the same to occur to her. Just, well, not really from me.

I admit, it's fucked up.

I guess I should say that I have an actual mechanical engineering degree. I am not your low education car mechanics that swears every four words. I even to rebuilts, custom builds, I tune engines. I am a rockstar in my little region of Florida and could make myself a name in Miami or even LA.

Tara tells me that I am rambling, so let's cut to the chase. It's tricky with Heather.

The True Goddess Movement or TGM as everyone calls is, is hierarchical. Sophia, the high priestess is the head cheese. Her roommate, Riley, is her second in command, and the key warden. Previously, Sophia was the second in command and Riley was already key warden, so I am not 100% sure they are supposed to be the same person but what do I know?

Under them are the gold members, of which both Tara and Heather are now part of. They form the elite of the TGM. To become a Gold member, you need the girls pledged to you to become silver members. And for a girls to ascend from bronze, the first level, to silver, they need enough people to rise to silver.

In short, it's a pyramid scheme, but with no money involved. Instead, the currency is sex, and copious amount of it,

Silver and gold girls rules over their downline, so that when Tara decides to have sex with one of the freshman girls or more likely, their boyfriend, they can't say no.

Heather, was under Tara and helped her get Silver, and later, Gold. Heather is gay. She still had a few guys pledged to her because she needed them to rise, but I pity them. At least, Tara had sex with them from time to time.

But Heather recently gained her gold brooch and as such, she is no longer pledged to Tara.

Why would Heather join a group that locks guys in chastity if she is gay? Well, Heather is more kinky than sexual and when doing a scene, she plays, asexually, with both genders.

Unlike me, who is a submissive or Tara who is a switch, Heather is a pure dominant. She either has vanilla lesbian sex or is the top dominant of a scene. In fact, she quickly was named one of the mistress of ceremony by Sophia.

As I get into O'Brady, I wonder what I will find. Two friends talking about school and life? Two girls having passionate lesbian sex? Or Tara tied up, being beaten by Heather.

I listen to the door, and quickly realize, it's that last option. Sweet!

I knock, and hear back. "Go away, whoever you are".

That's Heather. When she gets into the mood, she is cranky, which is odd.

"It's Carter"

"Why the fuck didn't you say do? Get your ass in here. It's not locked"

I open the door and breathe in the scene.

Heather had a beam installed on the ceiling, with a few hooks to suspend someone.

As it happens, Tara is currently nude, tied in an elaborate Shibari bondage, including a rope built gag, and suspended, roughly at Heather's hip height.

Heather herself is wearing her latex full suit. It's shining black, and covers her feet, but not her hands, and goes up to her neck. It's very, very, very form fitting. In fact, I can see the outline of her pussy lips and her nipples.

I once heard Tara express an interest in such a piece, but Heather explained that it's custom tailored just for her, and costs a fortune.

She also has an identical baby pink one, which I have actually occasionally seen her wear around campus, under a skirt and a tube top. She did turn heads.

Heather is also holding a cane, which is a bad sign.

"What took you so long?", she says

"Sorry Mistress, teacher kept us and I didn't know about this event".

I use Mistress with her, but only when she is dominant. She isn't actually my mistress. And for the record, she never dominates me, I am just a package deal when she dominates Tara.

"Didn't you get the memo?"

"I did, on a piece of paper"

"Oh, let me guess, the bitch's phone is dead because she again forgot to charge it"

"I can check it, Mistress"

"Please do"

I run to her things. They are piled on the floor as if she had undressed in a hurry which was probably the case.

I find her phone, and indeed, it's dead.

"It is indeed dead, Mistress"

She growls something. "How can you be expected to take care of yourself or your boyfriend, if you can't even charge your phone! Now, I have to punish you both. Shorty? Get naked so I can tied you the fuck down"

Shorty is the nickname she has for me. I am only five foot nine, which isn't that short, and she is five foot six, but I am not as tall as many other men, or even as Tara, who is five foot ten.

I strip naked as she takes out more rope from her storage trunk. She had this chest that could belong to a pirate ship in the old days with a busted lock in which she stores ropes, ropes and even more ropes.

Different length (she sewed a color code on the ends and the middle of each rope), different fabric and different colors.

Still, it starts with my hands and arms restricted behind my back. I am almost sad I don't have breasts, as I look as Tara's wonderful tits squeezed by the rope and hanging under her.

Tara and I tie each other up, but never as fast or as nice as Heather does. I know she ties her roommate sometimes, but I've never talked to her and only saw her once. I think. She was leaving the room in a Starbucks uniform and was rushing out.

What was that night? Oh right, Riley, Heather and Tara has sex on Heather's bed and I could only watch from the floor, kneeling on a little piece of carpet.

It doesn't take long for me to be up in the air, and for Heather to pull us apart, and then, let us crash into each other.

She did use the cane, but it was hardly necessary. Just our own weight on the ropes was enough.

Tara got down first, but seeing the rope marks on her body made me smile. How long was she up?

"Tonight, bitch, you'll leave your clothing and phone with me. I will charge it. Come naked tomorrow at 7h00 am and I will give everything back to you. "

But Tara can't answer. She would say she was horrified, but later tonight, when we will both leave O'Brady, me dressed and her naked, she would be so wet from the excitement that I will only eat her out a few minutes before a mind-blowing orgasm.