My new roommate is a crazy Dominatrix (Part 2)

Tenjou’s already been living under Elea’s thumb for days. Right now she’s on the dining-room floor, hogtied so tight with duct tape that every breath comes in short jerks. A fat ball gag keeps her mouth stretched wide, drool sliding down her chin as she twists uselessly. Elea walks in slow, boots still on, already deciding how she wants her feet serviced. She’s just prying one heel off when the doorbell rings. It’s Aly, Tenjou’s friend, worried sick after too many ignored texts. Elea opens the door in nothing but a leather harness that makes Aly’s eyes linger a second too long, and invites her straight in. The moment Aly spots Tenjou squirming on the floor, she rushes forward. Elea’s on her before she can finish the first step. Tape lashes around Aly’s wrists, then cinches her arms flat to her ribs. A ball gag is jammed between her teeth and buckled before the shout can leave her throat. Two more wraps and Aly’s hogtied right beside Tenjou, both of them panting through their gags. Elea drops into the chair in front of them. “Foot worship contest,” she says, voice low and amused. “Best effort keeps the gag out. Loser wears the loser’s face like a footrest.” She yanks the gags free. Both girls stretch their necks, tongues working across Elea’s bare soles, licking between her toes, desperate not to be the one who ends up taped to the winner’s feet. Every stretch tugs at their taped limbs; every moan vibrates against skin. When Elea finally picks the loser, she doesn’t hesitate. Fresh strips of tape seal the loser’s face flush to the winner’s soles, nose buried, mouth sealed against warm skin. Both girls stay hogtied, one forced to breathe nothing but the other’s foot scent, the other left shaking from the strain. Elea stands, satisfied, and walks out, leaving them there—bound, gagged by each other, and utterly hers.