Court Bound

Friday, September 12th, 2008

Second commission by Mega Bondagemon. Jess and Jen have been left tied up on a netball court. :o


Jess in Trouble

Friday, September 12th, 2008

My first commission from Mega Bondagemon. This is my OC Jess after getting into some trouble with a special leotard she had made for her…


Design diagram for the leotard, if you’re into engineering porn:

Jess and Laura (Incomplete)

Friday, September 12th, 2008

Note: Laura is D-Mizton’s original character, used with permission, all copyright and shiz (c) him.

“left early was sick sorry :(”

Jess frowned as she read the message, snapping her phone shut.

“Stupid Jen… I wanted to show you what I ordered…” she sighed to herself, having stuck around after school to meet up with her.

Just a little disappointed, she collected her bag and started to leave, pausing as she heard a sharp crash followed by a set of tinkles coming from the room next door.

She cautiously crept next door, slowly sliding the door to the science room open and slinking inside. She could see the door to the supply room at the back was open, the built-in window smashed with shards of glass lying on the floor inside.

Gulping, she walked up, peering around the corner to find a pink-haired girl in uniform rummaging through the chemical supplies, her back to her and oblivious.

Not wanting to disturb what could be a budding pyromaniac, Jess turned to leave, letting out a hiss as she accidently kicked a shard of glass, sending it skittering across the floor. She looked down in surprise, before turning to face the girl, finding her looking straight at her with piercing blue eyes, her arm swinging high over her shoulder.

Before Jess could fully absorb all this she felt something impact right beside her hand with a dull thud, her eyes going wide as she saw a heavy blade piercing her blazer sleeve and pinning it to the door frame, narrowingly missing her arm inside.

She felt faint, almost managing to let out a scream before the girl grabbed her by her hair, pulling a taser from her pocket in front of Jess’s face.

“Don’t move, don’t scream.” the girl ordered, letting go of Jess roughly.

Jess could only whimper, falling to her knees, her right arm still held above her by the knife embedded in her sleeve.

The girl walked past Jess, picking up her dropped bag, before starting to rummage through it. Jess sat watching stunned, before suddenly snapping out of it as she remembered what was in there.

“Uh, wait…” she said softly, watching in surprise as the girl actually seemed to pause.

Jess’s relief was short-lived as the girl turned around smiling, holding a large rubber wiffle-ball gag from the bag.

“Is this yours?” she teased, a smirk on her face.

“N-No, I mean, that’s for a friend!” Jess stammered, starting to blush.

The girl laughed to herself, before turning back to the bag, her body blocking Jess’s view. Despite every effort to crane her head around to see, all that was visible was the motions of her attacker pulling things out of her bag and laying them out on the bench. After a long, embaressing pause, the girl turned around with an evil smile on her face, striding forward towards Jess.

Jess found herself frozen to the spot, still deciding whether to try to fight or free herself, when she felt a hand grip her shoulder. A split-second later she found herself on the floor, the knife being pulled from her sleeve as the girl closed the door and locked it, trapping her inside the cramped store room.

“Ah! Ow!” Jess protested as she felt herself getting pulled up by the back of her jacket.

“Ssh. Walk.” The girl ordered, prodding Jess in the back with the knife.

Her heart racing, Jess could only nod and comply, letting out a gasp as the girl reached into her pockets and took her phone and wallet. Her anger quickly gave way to embaressment, as she saw the contents of her bag spread out over the bench in front of her.

“Very interesting things you’ve got here… Jess.” The girl teased, flicking Jess’s wallet shut and placing it on the bench, her phone following.

Jess said nothing, feeling herself blush as she looked over the ballgag, custom-made bondage leotard, and the myriad other things she had brought to use on Jen.

“You’re lucky though, I want to see more of these. If you were anyone else we would have already parted ways.”

“…w-who are you?” Jess stammered, unable to think of anything else to say.

“Laura. That’s all you’re getting.” the girl replyed, an annoyed tone in her voice. “Now why don’t you tell me about this?” she asked, looking down at the leotard.

“W-well… it’s something I had made for a friend… those straps, uh, go around her arms…” Jess struggled to explain, both nervous and embaressed, but continuing as she saw the girl listening impatiently.

“Uh, the straps tighten when the zipper’s done up… and there’s a release at the top…” she gulped before continuing “…and a spot for a lock…”

“Mhmm.” Laura hummed, running her hand over the garment.
“And the fabric? It’s thicker and heavier, right?”

“…there’s, uh, two layers of lycra… with a wire weave inbetween…” Jess explained, blushing.

“Hmm, interesting. Put it on.” Laura said bluntly, putting the leotard down on the bench beside her.

“W-what?! Here?!” Jess protested, not wanting to undress in front of some psychopath, least of all into something that would leave her helpless.

“Yes.” Laura said, holding up the knife as an effective end to the sentence.

“I-I… b-b-but…” Jess stammered, looking distraught, before swallowing and reaching for her tie.

Easing the tie loose before pulling it over her head, Jess slipped out of her jacket and started undoing the buttons down her shirt. As the V-shaped opening got larger and larger Jess blushed more and more, as her chest, then bra, then stomach all revealed themselves, before she slipped out of the shirt completely, letting it fall to the floor.

After pausing to shiver, mostly out of nervousness than being cold, Jess reached for the waistband of her skirt, blushing as she undid the clasp. Letting the skirt fall down her legs, she stepped out of her school shoes, before removing her knee-socks.

Jess stood waiting for Laura to hand her the leotard, trying to cover herself, standing in just her white bra and panties.

“I’m pretty sure gymnasts don’t wear underwear underneath their outfits…” Laura hinted with a smirk.