#lee things

A group of friends, your S.O, your play partner. It feels like a humiliation ritual. You know they wanna play with you or tease you or whatever. They enjoy it like you do.

But asking???

To be teased?

To be tickled and messed with even over text?

The sound of the front door slamming fills the apartment.

"Yo, let's go. Bedroom. Five minutes."

"Wha- you literally just walked in the door! Like, now, now?"

The look on her face was the only answer you were gonna get before she slipped into the bathroom and closed the door. Your other roommate just chuckled from their side of the couch and went back to scrolling on their phone.

"Better hurry, last time you made her wait you lost your voice for 2 days. Hop to it bun"

A sigh was the last thing that passed your lips before pushing yourself off the couch and making your way to her bedroom. Why did you agree to this again? A lost bet? A deal gone bad?

Nah, nope. It was just your turn in rotation.

Every roommate in your household when they moved into their apartment had agreements like any other. Clean up after yourself, take care of your own pets, and keep up with bills. Simple.

But, one rule in particular was a bit, well, unique.

Once a week, one person would be the entire household's "stress relief". To keep up morale is what they called it. Keep things lively in the apartment and give everyone something to look forward too. Especially if that person had been a particular little shit prior to their turn.

And for you? It was day 1 of 7.

Boundaries were set in a hand written list and taped on the back of the calendar. The crinkled paper very apparently read many times over.

Entering her room, you settled down criss cross on her bed, wearing your lounge shorts and crop top that you had switched into after your shower. Your attention focused on the stitching of her comforter, before the soft click of the door knob snaps your attention to the taller woman walking into the room.

"Do you work in the morning?"

Her voice was steady, a hint of agitation lacing her words.

"Uh, n-no? I'm off tomorrow."

She gave a small nod, walking over to you and placing a hand in the middle of your chest, the pressure pushing you down gently onto the pillow.

"Good. You're gonna be here for a while."

You tensed. She smirked, bending over to grab the Velcro cuffs linked on the corners of her bed.

You swallowed, voice hesitant.

"Oh.. one of those days?"

She didn't say anything in response, instead working in near silence. Grabbing your arm,she kissed the inside of your wrist before putting it into the cuff. Before long, you were strapped down, unable to move an inch.

"Did, you uh, want anything in particular tonight?"

The waiver in your voice made the words come out less confident than you wanted them to, but the silence was driving you up the wall with anticipation.

She looked over her handy work, taking in the sight of you. Helpless, nervous you. She reached down, running a single pink nail down the side of your neck, the sensation making you gasp and squirm instantly.