They Do Say Bondage Can Be Magic {darkest_fate & Agnes}

[darkest_fate]

Allie Clark had to wonder if she could pinpoint the exact moment this whole thing went wrong.

Some would argue it was from conception. Like, she was in Ilvermorny, school of magic and wizardry and shit in America. Technically she was in the university part, getting an actual degree (because just learning about Muggles through "Muggle Studies" was dumb), and at twenty years of age, she was an adult by every accounting besides the whole drinking one. So she should be able to do whatever she wanted. Okay, yes, that sometimes meant apparating down to the nearest Muggle town (she kept forgetting the name) and using her phone to look up things she shouldn't, mostly downloading.

Downloading what? Well, ah, videos and tutorials, mostly. Some of them were what her friends might expect: modern witches and wizards made Quidditch tips and tricks, and there were cool recordings of professional Quidditch practices. Allie had an honest to God shot at going pro at the sport if she didn't fuck things up, so that meant actually dedicating time to getting better. Plus there were quasi-illegal downloads of a few killer wizarding bands (Allie was soft into the whole gob-rock craze), and a few technically forbidden rap videos (Allie had latched onto the movement that pointed that learning to rap made you a killer duelist; given that she could explelliarmus like Harry Fucking Potter, she kinda proved that).

But most of them... like, a ridiculous amount of them... were BDSM videos. Sometimes porn of girls being tied up and used well by others. Some were men... though not many. Allie had done enough experimenting to find that while she didn't strictly hate guys, she wasn't quite as attracted to them. Plus, it never really felt like the girls were fully surrendering to men just because they wanted to. There was always this slight hint of force, and Allie didn't dig that. no, she liked it more when the girls submitted to other girls: bonus points of the domme did it through sheer force of personality.

But the real conception of Allie's current situation was the tutorials. Very thorough videos instructed people on the intricacies of BDSM: terminology, care, and...and self-bondage. Allie's curiosity started to turn a bit more into a desire at that point, and it was getting easier and easier to picture herself in some of those vids. It kind of sucked that there weren't a lot of tall, lean blondes with runner/Quidditch player builds. She was a Chaser, which meant long arms and limbs were a plus. She almost always kept her straw blonde hair in a tight ponytail, and probably would've cut it drastically short if she wasn't already getting enough butch comments. So, yeah, not a lot of her type were doing the tying up.

And that was the position Allie was most interested in. It sounded... good. Let someone tie you up, give over your control, let your desires and another person's wants of your body take over. So, yeah, the self-bondage sounded like a plan. She was good enough with spells, and had mastered the whole casting without speaking thing. She was already planning on using her wand for stimulation, so it shouldn't be too difficult.

See, Allie had it all figured out. Pick an afternoon with no Quidditch. Estella would have a Prefect meeting, and she always stayed after for reasons. Then Allie just had to get regular rope and the right spell memorized. she'd done the unknotting spell enough times to master it, after all. She could keep her skirt on and her uniform top, and just, like, quickly tug them into place and hide the ropes if it came to it. Tuck the wand into the waistband of her skirt at the right angle, set for vibrate, tighten the knots, and go.

Then she'd seen the tips on self-gagging, and that had seemed like an added bonus. Again: silent spells. No problem.

All of which meant Allie Clark, star Quidditch player for Thunderbird House, had tied knots around her wrists connecting to the massive bed frame. Others wrapped about her ankles to help. She'd then tied the wand around her belly, raising her shirt to bare the white flesh beneath. She could see her trembling abdomen already, with the top of her wand poking out, angled underneath the blue and cranberry skirt. She had her usual boy short panties underneath (already with a noticeable damp spot, but as she opted for black, it didn't show), with only the slightest hint where the wand was angled. First she adjusted her simple gag (a balled up and totally clean sock with a bandana to tie it in place) and bit. Then she tugged the ropes into place. Finally she activated the vibration on the want.

Next came a few other issues. First off, she'd twisted just a little, and jammed her wand at an extremely awkward, all too arousing angle. Put simply, the thing practically ground into her clit through her shorts. On top of that, the ropes dug in just right, the painful spice slicing right into the arousal. She'd twisted hard and gotten the sheets all tangled up around her, making her realize belatedly she should've kicked those off as well. She'd gone from slightly damp to fucking soaked in about thirty seconds, and could already feel her lower belly rumbling.

Fuck, this is hotter than I'd thought. She twisted, groaning into the gag, closing her heterochromatic eyes (one green, one blue) as she did. Fuckity, fucksticks on a Pukwudgie's clit! Yep, she was about to cum, and it had been, what, minutes? Time to adjust, roll the hips, pretend like you're riding a broom and definitely don't think about how that often felt far too good. Al let out another groan, rolling her wrists, tugging, feeling a sharp thrill as nothing gave. She could feel it getting more and more... enough that she didn't even hear the door to her shared dorm/apartment opening, and she had been so certain she would too...

 

[Agnes]

Well, the problem really started from the fact that Allie and Estella Clark, step-sisters and infamous overachievers Ilvermorny University of Witchcraft and Wizardry, really had no boundaries when it came to personal space. You can't really blame them either. Despite looking as painfully different as they could be, Allie being a tall, pale blonde with a toned body fit for a Quidditch captain and Estella being a shorter, curvier, caramel-skinned brunette that alluded to her bookish nature, the two had grown up together and had shared quite a few memories, ever since Ella's mom married Allie's dad when they were still girls. They shared a room in the dormitories and most of their stuff was interchangeable - makeup, food, devices, sometimes even clothes. Made sense, right? So of course, you can't really blame Estella for not expecting to see her sister tied up, gagged, wrapped up in the sheets like a coccoon, moaning and groaning and rolling her hips against Isolt knows what, right?

"Hey, Allie, the meeting got cancelled today and I-" Her jaw dropped to the floor. "Isolt's tits."

Let's rewind a little bit.

Sure, they've walked into each other on pretty embarrassing moments, that was almost a given. They also had their little vices on the internet, which was no surprise given that they were two grown adult women who could do and watch whatever they wanted. While Allie might be interested in Quidditch videos and whatnot on YouTube, Ella spent her time on video essays and chess tournament reviews (no, she wasn't a nerd for learning chess from muggles, it's basically the same thing, shut up). Obviously, there were some differences, but there were also some similarities between the girls two, like their tendency to apparate down into the Muggle town (she also forgot the name) to get booze with their fake IDs (easily transfigured which a flick of the wand) and their interest in gob-rock and H-Pop (you'd be surprised at how well hags can sing).

Coincidentally, they also shared a certain penchant for BDSM videos.

And it went further than a casual watch to flick her bean too. It started with just a passing curiosity for the kinkier side of porn, being interested in blindfolds and some roughness as one does, but it quickly became a more than a passing interest for Estella. Whips and chains excited her, apparently, and what's more, she found herself gravitating towards the one wielding the whip. It was a small gripe of hers that most 'dommes' in these videos were all tall and statuesque like Allie, but that was nitpicking, if anything. And it quickly became clear to her that she much, much preferred the lesbian side of things, much for the same reason Allie did, unknowingly. There was a certain presence and force of personality that resonated with Estella, who was a natural leader and visible figure of sorts, being the Prefect of the Horned Serpents and the Head Girl when she was back at the school part of Ilvermorny. She disliked the way there seemed to be a hint of force and belittlement in the men and preferred how the women seemed to willed the submissive to submit, though she knew full well it was just a script. Whether it was an uttered command, a simple swing of the paddle or sitting regally on a chair as the submissive licked her boots, there was a certain flair and style to how they moved. So of course, being inquisitive and studious as she was, Estella dove deep into the realm of BDSM.

She never would've expected that reading about sensory deprivation spells, spanking methods and ideas for aftercare in bed during sleepless nights would actually come in handy though. Until now.

As it were, she stood completely shell-shocked, face red and eyes wide, mouth in a perfectly shaped O as her hazel eyes locked onto the mismatched green and blues of her step-sister. A voice in her head told her she should probably apologise and immediately back out of there, but she was completely frozen and frankly intrigued (and aroused) by the sight before her. It must've been quite a sight - while Allie was completely tangled up in a sensual mess, Estella was the paragon of proper dress and conduct. She was wearing a dark grey suit jacket over her white blouse, the gold and turquoise necktice matching the same-coloured badge of the Horned Serpent on her jacket. The blue and cranberry skirt, reaching just around her mid-thighs, were accentuated by black thigh high stockings and a pair of black pumps that clicked authoritatively with every step. Well, they didn't sound particularly authoritative in most cases where she's just bolting between places, but still.

Then, their eyes still locked, Allie's whole body trembled, her limbs tugging helpless against the bonds that bound her to the bedframe, and the young woman let out a muffled groan that would've alerted everyone in the dorm if she wasn't gagged.

Did she just... cum right in front of her?

The thought immediately snapped Estella our of her reverie, and her first action was to slam the door shut and lock it securely, not wanting anyone to walk into them. Only then did she get a chance to breathe and think, and it didn't take long for her to out two and two together. At first, she thought she was in some kind of danger or something, but obviously not, as she quite literally just orgasmed in front of her. Unless something else made her moan like that, and Estella doubted even the most fucking delicious pumpkin spiced latte in the world would make her sister make a sound like that. No... she just walked into her practising self-bondage.

They do say bondage can be magic.

"Not exactly subtle, are you?" she joked teasingly after the long silence, wanting to break the ice a little and ease the palpable tension that had just permeated the room, ignoring the utterly uncomfortable warmth that seemed to be passing through her abdomen, flushing her cheeks red. Dropping her bags on the floor, she walked over to her bed, heels clicking against the floor, trying her best not to glance at her exposed midriff and chest and failing miserably. Was that her wand poking out of her skirt? Oh, Merlin. "You really should just put up a sign next time, Allie," she chided, tsk-tsking like a disappointed parent, actively avoiding the fact that she was tied up, though she got to the topic soon enough.

Biting her lips, her breath just a little heavy (okay, quite a lot), Ella glanced down at the tangled sheets around her sister's body, and slowly peeled them away to allow her some sort of movement... only to see that her ankles were also tied, and that her skirt had ridden up to complete expose the soaked boy short panties, the slight outline of the wand visible. "Oh wow..." she breathed automatically, the soft scent of the orgasm caressing her senses, setting her nerves on fire and bringing on a heat between her thighs that really was inappropriate. Fucking hell, she was her sister. "Do you need my help getting out?" she asked helpfully, though her mind wandered to places that were quite the opposite of what she spoke.

"Or..."

A moment of madness. That was all it took. Without even really thinking straight, Estella climbed onto the bed on her knees, heels still at her feet, and waded to straddle the paler, larger girl, placing her plush, round ass down on her thighs as she placed herself right before her crotch. Suddenly, she placed two fingers against the soaked panties, pressing right into her folds against the fabric, damp and warm. "Looks like I interrupted something important," she whispered, eyes never leaving Allie's as she brought the digits up to her lips and sucked on them, tasting her sister's juices, the lewd act sending her heart thumping rabidly.

"Let me help you finish."

She tilted her head, asking for her affirmation as she pulled out the ashwood wand from her pocket.