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| Bagging a Roomate | |||||||
| by Phil | |||||||
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| © Copyright 2007 - Phil - story from yahoo groups | |||||||
| Storycodes: F/f; bond; bagged; messy; cons; X |
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| Bagging a Roomate by Phil F/f; bond; bagged; messy; cons; X | |||||||
| “Come on, Amanda! It will just be for today, and not even for that long!”
Sherri’s voice took on an almost pleading tone as she widened her eyes with a
mixture of hope and apprehension. Clasping her hands together in front of her
chest, Sherri looked up towards Amanda, not letting up for an instant, “Besides,
you agreed to it already, and you’re the only one I’d trust with this!” This time though, Amanda had begun to wonder if Sherri hadn’t
gone completely nuts, and she found herself repeating words she had been
speaking for almost half an hour, “But Sherri, you want me to tie you up… and
put you inside a garbage bag! I mean seriously, regardless for how long it’s
going to be, why on earth would you want to do this?” As Sherri finished her words, she gave Amanda a soft
seductive wink, while taking a small step closer. She could see Amanda’s will
weakening as she looked over the several trash bags already laying on the floor
of their apartment, and as Amanda finally sighed and rolled her eyes, Sherri
felt her heart skip a beat. She had
barely finished before Sherri was almost running for the box, while Amanda took
a moment to clear a seat off on the couch. She could feel a little curiosity
growing in herself now, wondering what it would be like to have Sherri inside a
garbage bag, and feeling a bit of excitement at the thought. Amanda didn’t get a
chance to finish her thought though, as the smaller woman came skipping back,
box in hand, and being offered forward like a new toy. Amanda took the box in
one smooth motion, and then stood up, glancing over Sherri’s short skirt and her
tight tank top. Giving only a single nod as she considered it, Amanda tore off a
single trash bag from the roll, “Alright, strip.” As Amanda stood up, she noticed the moisture between Sherri’s legs, bringing a
wicked smile forth, “Don’t get too far ahead down there, little one. We’re just
beginning.” Amanda’s voice snapped her out of her musings on what it
could mean though, and she felt her knees being pushed up against her chest
while Amanda’s voice filled her ears, “Can’t have you moving inside your bag,
now can we?” Another unfolded trash bag was tied tightly around Sherri’s body
and knees, keeping them pinned up tightly to her chest. One more bag locked her
bound ankles back up against her bum, and her wrists down over her calves, and
then Sherri found herself unable to move at all, and she looked up to Amanda
with a brilliant smile, her recent worry now forgotten with her fantasy so
close. Sherri’s voice betrayed her eagerness, and she was answered with a firm shake of Amanda’s head, “Not yet, first I need to keep you quiet.” Sherri
wasn’t given much time to think on this before she felt a thick wool sock pushed
past her lips, and from the taste of the fabric it hadn’t been washed in a
while. The tearing of tape reached her ears, and a wide strip of duct tape came
down over her mouth, sealing the sock in place. Amanda gave a slight grin now as
she smoothed the tape out, “That’s an old sock that’s been on my floor a while;
it has a hole in the heel, so it doesn’t have much use. I was going to throw it
out anyway. Speaking of which, it’s your turn now, honey.” Amanda twisted the top of the bag
closed; making sure to keep it somewhat loose so she could get her bound friend
out more easily later. With a wistful sigh as she looked down towards the trash
bag, she then turned back to her work, idly noting just how much like a normal
trash bag it looked like before she began cleaning again. Sherri could
still see out through the liner somewhat, and she could hear Amanda going
through the apartment, ignoring her bagged friend while she went through her
chore. It had already gotten quite warm inside her bag now, so Sherri leaned
back and closed her eyes now, rocking her hips down onto her heels to help the
growing pleasure she was feeling there, even as she began to lose all sense of
time. She began to rock more and more steadily now, a muffled moan escaping her
confines. She began to dream, imagining herself being picked up with the other
garbage in the apartment, her roommate not realizing her mistake until too late.
As the first of these dreams hit her, Sherri exploded into her first orgasm… Sherri began to make soft mewling sounds into
her gag, but her roommate shook her head once, “No, not just yet Sherri. I’ve
been working hard all day, just for you to have some fun? You wanted to be like
garbage today, so that’s just what I’m going to treat you as.” Trying to call out again, her tall roommate appeared overhead once more.
Her bags began to drag as Amanda moved her towards the kitchen of their small
apartment, and Sherri could only watch as the opening of the bag was propped
open against the counter. Before she could wonder what was going on, a sudden
rush of items and some liquid flew over her, slapping lightly against her body
and filling up the bottom of the bag. As Sherri cleared her head, she looked
down, and cried out loudly. Garbage, Amanda had begun to fill her bag with
actual trash from the kitchen! The smell hit her nose a half second after the
thought became clear in her mind, but before she could protest she was hit with
another load of kitchen trash. Sherri noticed that she was now nearly half
buried in the stuff, with most of her head and shoulders coated or covered in
some manner. Once more, Amanda appeared, her grin nearly from ear to ear. As Amanda walked out of
sight, Sherri began to get really nervous… she knew what kinds of parties they
threw, and by the end of it she was sure to be buried in garbage and food. She
began to try to struggle anew as she realized that her fantasies of being thrown
out with the trash were become more and more real with every second. Even as
fear began to flood her through, she felt a new warmth and wetness between her
legs, and it wasn’t from the waste surrounding her… all she could do now was
wait for the party. There was no difference at all, save for the slight that could barely be seen from the largest bag in the pile. Inside her plastic prison, Sherri gasped heavily through the sock, rubbing herself to yet another orgasm as she waited for morning; hoping desperately that Amanda would need to clean the apartment again very, very soon!
04.02.07 |
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