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Jessica's eyes glinted with satisfaction as she led her Princess to Olivia's bedroom.

The room was bathed in soft, ambient light, the bed already prepared with sturdy ropes tied to each corner.

Olivia's heart raced with anticipation and lingering arousal, her body still trembling from the intense teasing and the call with Ian. She knew Jessica had more in store for her, and the thought both thrilled and terrified her.

"Lie down, Princess," Jessica commanded, her voice firm yet gentle.

Olivia complied, her body sinking into the soft mattress.

Jessica began to tie her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, the ropes snug but not painfully tight.

Each knot was expertly placed, ensuring that Olivia was completely immobilized.

Her arms were spread wide, her legs slightly apart, leaving her utterly exposed and vulnerable.

Once Olivia was securely bound, Jessica produced a ball gag and gently pushed it between Olivia's lips, securing it behind her head. The gag muffled any sounds she might make, adding to the sense of helplessness. Jessica leaned in close, her lips brushing against Olivia's ear.

"I have volleyball practice," she whispered, her breath warm against Olivia's skin. "You will stay here and think about your behavior. And remember, you belong to me."

With that, Jessica straightened up and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Olivia tested the restraints, pulling against the ropes, but they held firm.

She was completely at Jessica's mercy, unable to move or make a sound. The gag muffled her moans of frustration and need, leaving her in a state of heightened arousal and helplessness.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Olivia lay there, her body aching with unfulfilled desire.

The ropes pressed into her skin, a constant reminder of her submission and restraint.

Her mind raced with thoughts of Jessica, of the way she had taken control so effortlessly.

She thought of Ian, of his concern and hesitation, and how badly she had wanted him to dominate her.

The sensory deprivation made every sensation more intense.

The cool air brushed against her exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine.

The lingering scent of Jessica's perfume filled her nostrils, a tantalizing reminder of her Mistress's presence.

Every slight movement caused the ropes to tighten, amplifying her arousal and frustration.

Olivia's body was on fire, her arousal growing with each passing moment. She longed to touch herself, to find some relief, but the restraints held her firmly in place. The gag prevented her from crying out, her muffled moans echoing in the empty room. She writhed against the ropes, her hips bucking involuntarily, but it only served to heighten her frustration.

Her mind spiraled into a whirlpool of lust and longing.

She imagined Jessica returning, her hands caressing Olivia's bound body, teasing and tormenting her until she begged for release. She thought of Ian, of his strong hands and the way he had looked at her with desire. The fantasies drove her wild, her body trembling with need.

The hours dragged on, each minute an eternity of unfulfilled desire.

Olivia's skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, her muscles aching from the strain of her bonds. She was trapped in a state of horny limbo, aroused beyond compare but unable to do anything about it. The denial of release was a torment unlike any she had ever experienced, leaving her desperate and needy.

Suddenly, the sound of a knock on the apartment door jolted her from her spiral of thoughts. Olivia's heart raced, her pulse quickening with a mix of fear and anticipation. Through the muffling effect of the gag, she heard a familiar voice call out.

"Olivia? It's Ian. Are you okay?" His voice was filled with concern, and Olivia's mind began to race again, the fantasy of Ian's strong hands on her body taking over. She imagined him coming into the room, untying her, and taking her in a way she had only dreamed of. The thought of Ian dominating her, his body pressed against hers, drove her wild with need.

Olivia struggled against her restraints, the ropes digging into her skin as she tried to make a sound. Her muffled moans filled the room, a desperate attempt to get Ian's attention. She could hear him moving closer, his voice tinged with worry.

"Olivia? Are you in there?" Ian called again, louder this time. "I just wanted to check on you. I'm worried."

The sound of his voice, so close yet so unreachable, only intensified Olivia's arousal. Her mind spiraled with fantasies of Ian inside her, his hands exploring her body, his breath hot against her skin. She imagined him untying her, freeing her from her bonds, and taking her with a passion she had only ever dreamed of. The thought of him dominating her, making her his, was almost too much to bear.

But she was helpless, unable to respond, unable to move.

The gag prevented her from calling out, her muffled moans the only sound she could make.

She writhed against the ropes, her body straining for any semblance of relief, but it was futile.

She was trapped, her arousal growing with each passing second, her mind consumed by the fantasy of Ian's touch.

Ian knocked again, his voice filled with even more concern. "Olivia, if you're in there, please say something. I'm getting worried."

Olivia's mind raced, her body trembling with need. She wanted nothing more than for Ian to come in, to find her, to take her. But she was bound and gagged, unable to do anything but endure the torment of her unfulfilled desire. The fantasy of Ian inside her, dominating her, was so vivid, so real, that it was almost painful.

Her thoughts spiraled further, imagining Ian's hands on her hips, his body pressing against hers, his voice commanding and authoritative. She wanted to feel his strength, his power, to submit to him completely. But the reality of her situation kept her grounded in the present, her arousal a constant, throbbing reminder of her helplessness.

Ian's voice broke through her thoughts once more. "Olivia, I'm going to come in if you don't answer. I'm really worried about you."

The sound of the doorknob turning sent a jolt of anticipation through Olivia's body. She imagined Ian finding her like this, bound and desperate, and the thought made her even more aroused. But as the door slowly creaked open, her heart pounded with both fear and longing.

The door opened just a crack, and Ian's voice came through, softer this time. "Olivia, are you okay? Please, just say something."

Olivia's muffled moans were the only response she could give, her body trembling with need and anticipation. She was trapped in a limbo of arousal, her mind consumed by fantasies of Ian and the reality of her helplessness. The sound of his voice, so close yet so far, only intensified her desperation, leaving her aching for a release that seemed forever out of reach.