One of the most prudent pieces of advice that Jade had ever received was a bit of advice from her medical science teacher back in high school. “Jade,” Mr. Harris would say, “Under no circumstance should you commit yourself to a romantic relationship your freshman year in college”. Of course he didn’t say it like that word-for-word, but it was good advice. She had seen many a star-eyed nursing majors take major hits to their GPAs almost instantly after entering a major relationship.

However, Jade saw no decrease in her GPA after starting this relationship. Maybe it was because she wasn’t a freshman anymore, or maybe her grades remained steady because both she and Hannah knew how to keep their grades up no matter what.

Given the fact that Jade was a nursing major and Hannah was a engineering/mathematics major, time for such activity was limited, if there was time for it at all.

But now it was summer break, and now that they had the spare time in abundance they didn’t quite know what to do with themselves. Perhaps it was something about the rushed, ‘we wouldn’t be doing this’ nature that made it all the more fun.

To the other people at the university that knew that Hannah and Jade lived together, nobody was that surprised to see them as an item. Jade was reserved, careful, gentle, and maybe a bit too focused. Hannah on the other hand, was loud, extroverted, and what some would describe as ‘too smart’. Was there a better match out there?

Hannah was missing a bunch of filters, and Jade maybe had a few too many. Hannah was the crazy little redhead with a constant jolly mood and Jade was the pale goth girl with a chronic case of resting-bitch-face. A perfect Yin for Jade’s Yang.

Of course, all this came about from Jade pandering to Hannah’s obvious (she made no attempt at hiding it from anyone, much to Jade’s occasional embarrassment) kinky side when Jade tied her up and stuffed her in a closet so she could have a Hannah-Free environment for an important project of hers.

One thing lead to another, and Jade discovered her bisexual side, as well as the new frontier of leather and duct tape.

Hannah was a creative soul, so things never got dull, but Jade often wondered if there would ever be a point where it would get repetitive. Not any time soon, from the looks of it.

So now it was summer break. Jade could take a well needed break from her studies, and she could take a moment to sit down and think about her relationship with Hannah.

Hannah was what some would describe as hyperactive. Always striving to master a new hobby. Being a bonafide savant, it was never hard for her to cruse her her studies and still find the time to be a chess master. Not quite a grandmaster, but easily the best chess player in the university.

It was a cool late-summer afternoon, with rain threatening and a stiff breeze outside, which was just the thing Hannah was hoping for. They would take turns weekly being the dominant, and right now Jade was out for groceries, with a certain twist.

Before she went, Hannah grabbed her hair and pulled her face closer to hers (Jade was quite a bit taller than Hannah), planted a firm kiss, and slapped a few strips of tape over Jade’s lips. Mind you, this was during the seemingly never ending COVID situation, so nobody would care if they saw a woman walk into a store with a mask over her face, which just so happen concealed the tape over her lips.

Another stipulation that Hannah enforced while it was her week in charge was that whenever Jade would leave the house, she had to wear at least one article of leather clothing. This was easy to do on the cooler days, but during the height of summer Jade would have to go around with a leather bra or even a leather mini-skirt under her summer clothes.

Jade’s uncomfortableness around this whole situation was an absolute delight for Hannah, so when Hannah sent Jade to the store with the multiple layers of tape over her mouth, she kept her eyes on the black leather riding boots that Jade was wearing as she walked out.

“Mmph mm!” Jade said back to Hannah.

“Love you too,” Hannah said. “Hurry back, I have plans for you.”

Even though this was scary and embarrassing, more so than anything she could think of, Jade loved it. She loved being ordered around by Hannah, and she loved that she had to go to the store without the ability to speak, all because Hannah told her to.

There was a little grocery store not far from their apartment that had good prices, and since the only thing they really needed were your basic milk, cheese, popcorn, and breakfast sausage, there wasn’t much of a point in starting up the car for a little trip like this. Besides, what would a cop think if they pulled Jade over and saw duct tape on her mouth? Surely something similar to that has happened somewhere. Jade wondered how something like that would end up. Surely as soon as she saw the police lights come on she would rip the tape off, but what if someone had a locked ball gag or something like that?

This wasn’t the first time Jade had to go out into the public with some sort of catch like this. She imagined that there would be more of it to come when winter break came around, since there is a lot that someone would conceal with a heavy winter coat.

Meanwhile, Hannah was busy preparing for the next activity. It was another one of those ‘kill two birds with one stone’ situations, or a ‘win-win’, if you will.

First, outfits were everything! Hannah went into her room (which she barely slept in now a days) and she dug out some of her ‘special’ clothes. Given the leather Fetish, one could assume that the majority were leather.

Normally she wore brown leather, given that it looked good with her copper red hair. As they say, a brown leather jacket and red hair go together like potatoes with a steak. But for some reason there was something about black leather that implied dominance with just the color alone. She started with a pair of black pleather leggings, which she preferred over actual leather because it was stretchy and a hell of a lot more comfortable.

Next, came a pair of black leather riding boots. Pretty similar to the pair that Jade was wearing now, walking down the sidewalk and then the isles of the store with a scarf and a medical mask covering up the strips of tape over her mouth. Hannah smiled at the thought of it.

A white tank top would do, just to prevent chafing. She put on one of her black leather jackets, one of her favorites because of the studs on the shoulders. It had special meaning to her because she considered it the first real Sex item that Jade had gotten for her. It didn’t matter that there was just a tank top underneath, with her bra under that. It’s not like the jacket’s coming off. She zipped it up halfway, just to show a bit of cleavage.

Next, a pair of soft leather gloves, because why not?

Now it was time to prepare the rest of the equipment. A few rolls of duct tape, a chess board with its pieces, and a shock collar (don’t think that Hannah is being overly cruel, the collar was actually something that Jade introduced as one of her previous games).

Jade had mentioned earlier that she had wanted to get better at chess, and Hannah figured that combining learning a hobby and BDSM was a perfect scenario. This would be an advanced chess lesson.

Jade finally returned, with two plastic grocery sacks in each hand. “Mmph!” she called, to announce she was home.

Hannah was in the bathroom touching up her makeup when Jade got back. She popped out and smiled at her. “Put all that away and then sit at the table, I’ll be right out.”

Jade felt a jolt of excitement go up her spine. Something she liked about Hannah was that she was easy to read. Such as this instance, she knew that Hannah had something pretty fucked up planned just by the fact she was wearing black leather and smoky eyeshadow.

She hurriedly put the groceries away, and then she took the scarf she was wearing off, exposing her face and taped lips to the slightly stuffy air of the apartment. She couldn’t help but take a peek at the table. She knew that Hannah would have preferred to keep it a surprise, but Jade couldn’t help it. A chess set, duct tape, and a shock collar. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

Jade had on a reasonably cute outfit. A soft gray blouse, black leggings, a tan pea-coat, and of course the black leather boots. Hannah hardly let her wear anything else on her feet.

Jade was just finishing up when she heard the click-clack of Hannah’s heels on the tile floor. She turned around to face her girlfriend, who behind her glasses set a pair of wild eyes with a little hint of evil in them.

Jade gestured to her own face. “Mmph mmm?”

“No, no makeup. Sit down on the chair,” the lion said to her pray, even if she was looking up at her. For some reason both agreed that the height difference made Hannah’s domination all the better.

Jade obeyed, she knew that Hannah can always find a way to make her more uncomfortable at any moment.

“What’s the safe-sequence?” Hannah asked.

“Mmph-mmph-mmph!” Jade replied.

“Good, I just wanted to make sure you remembered.” Previously it was to mmph the tune of Jingle-bells, but given the nature of their activities, they might not be able to do that articulately. Therefore, three strong mmphs would have to do. Anyone could reasonably do that in most situations.

The second that Jade’s back rested against the wooden dining chair, Hannah started with the tape, firmly welding Jade’s back to the back of the chair with the tape, but leaving her arms Free, as if she were being constrained by a particularly strong seatbelt. Hannah moved down her lap, and then her calves. In a sense, Jade was now one with the chair.

Next, Hannah taped up Jade’s fingers, essentially turning her hands into gray mitts. If you’ll recall, this is what Jade did to Hannah the first time they messed around like this, so don’t feel bad for Jade.

Hannah thought about it for a while, and in a situation that was completely inappropriate for this kind of conversation, Hannah brought up the fact that all those people tied up in movies and TV shows typically don’t have their hands taped up, and how it makes escape far more unlikely. To Hannah’s point, all the ones in the movies and TV shows that get away don’t have their hands taped. Jade’s parents didn’t quite know what to make of it when Hannah brought that up the last time they visited. It made the rest of the evening pretty darn awkward.

Getting tape off the fingers was a dreadful process, but it really elevated the experience for both Hannah and Jade… during the BDSM session and not the clean-up phase, that is.

“Okay!” Hannah exclaimed excitedly. “Welcome to your first chess lesson! Well, the first one using this tactic. If you make a good move or get a question correct, I don’t shock you. If you get something wrong or I just feel like shocking you, I’ll shock you.” Hannah then latched the collar against Jade’s neck. Of course, neither of them could ignore the creaking of the tight leather as Hannah moved her arms around.

Jade wiggled around in her bonds in an effort to test them, only to find that at the best case scenario she could wiggle the whole chair and scoot a few inches at a time.

Hannah took this as a full fledged escape attempt. Of course, she knew it wasn’t, but if she called it as such, she has an excuse to shock Jade.

“Okay, escape attempts are also worth a shock,” Hannah pressed the collar-button at the third level out of six.

“Mmph!” Jade squeaked in surprise. More in surprise than in actual pain.

“I’m a merciful chess teacher, so I won’t click it up into level four yet. However, that ends the next time I have to shock you.” She put the remote for the collar back into one of the pockets of her jacket. Hannah scooted Jade’s seat closer to the table, and she sat across from her. “Okay, let’s get started.”

“Mmpshm?” Jade asked.

“I didn’t understand what you said, but no talking during the lesson unless I call on you.” She reached back into her pocket and she pressed the button on the remote for three seconds straight. She giggled as she watched Jade try her best to keep her arms at her side, and try her best not to yelp into the tape too loudly. “Okay, switching to level four…” Hannah said placing the remote next to the board. She figured that there would be many more shocks involved in this lesson. “Okay, are there any more escape attempts or interruptions, Jade?”

Jade loved it when Hannah became tyrannical like this. Of course, she didn’t like being shocked, that’s why she liked it. She loved the cruelty. She slowly shook her head.

“Good. Now, this is called the Grob Opening, and it starts by moving this pawn…” Hannah looked up to catch Jade peeking at her cleavage. Sure, Hannah intentionally only zipped up her leather jacket half way for just this purpose, but hey, it’s another excuse to shock Jade.

“Hey! Pay attention!” Hannah reached over for the remote, and she delivered another shock.

Jade squealed at the sudden shock, and she snapped her head to the right. That hurt significantly more.

Hannah didn’t feel bad. Just last week Jade effectively mummified Hannah in duct tape and zapped her just to see her squirm around. “Switching to level five…” *click* “okay, where were we? Yes, the Grob Opening.”

Hannah resumed her lecture, making sure that Jade’s emerald green eyes remained on the chess board, even if it were just out of fear. She could see the fear in Jade’s eyes, and she loved it. There was something so interesting in her staring intently at a chessboard out of pure fear.

“Okay Jade, so, if the board were configured like this…” Hannah said as she moved some pieces around. “Black to check mate in two. Go.” Hannah leaned back, her hand already moving over to the remote.

Jade shook a little. Truth be told, she was extremely aroused. Still, she didn’t want to get shocked. Perhaps it was the fear involved. She reached out with her tape-mitts, and she hesitantly scooted one of her bishops to C5, but in doing so, she scooted one of the pawns halfway into another space, which would be understandable, considering the state of her hands.

“No cheating!” Hannah announced, instantly pressing down on the button.

“Mmmph!!” Jade squealed, returning her hands to her neck as if attempting to alleviate the pain. When Hannah finally let go of the button, Jade slumped her shoulders and rested her hands on her lap.

“Cheaters never thrive, Jade,” Hannah said as she moved the pawn to the legal place. “Also, moving the bishop was the incorrect move, in fact,” Hannah moved a knight, which put Jade’s king in check. “That was the wrong move. You know what that means…” Hannah dramatically held up the remote.

Jade shook her head frantically. “Mmph mmph! Gmrrmph!” she called out, careful to not accidentally mmph out the safe sequence. She reached her arms out for the remote, as if that would help anything.

“Sorry Jade, rules are rules. Moving up to level six…” she pressed the button.

“MMMMPHHH!” Jade flailed around in her seat, the same way Hannah would flail around on the floor for Jade’s own sick pleasure when the roles were reversed.

Hannah didn’t keep the button pressed for that long, mainly because not even Jade would press it down on level six for that long even when Hannah would willingly break the rules of whatever game they were playing.

“Let’s try again Jade, I’m sure you’ll improve soon…”