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On Brad's coffee table, visible only to him, sat the physical embodiment of his Tight. It was small black sphere, a little bigger than a gold ball, propped up on its two tiny feet. The entire front half of it was taken up by a devilish face with an evil red grin and commanding, piercing eyes. In a low gravelly voice, also audible only to Brad, his Tight hummed chant-like a single consonant chord. And as it hummed, it watched.
A few feet away, Brad concentrated on knotting the ropes that lashed his girlfriend, Mandy's arms together behind her. From wrist to elbow, the cords joined her limbs, melding them as one, and forming deep grooves like valleys of flesh. Mandy grimaced as he pulled the last knot snug. Her muscles twitched but had no effect on her bound arms. She turned to him, glaring. "Brad! You made it too tight! It hurts. Loosen the ropes." Inside Brad's head, the humming grew louder, and his Tight's deep voice boomed, "NO! THE ROPES MUST BE TIGHT!" Brad shook his head at the pleading girl. "Um, I'm afraid I can't do that, Mandy." "Oh, come on, Brad. Please! Just loosen them a little." Again the voice reverberated in Brad's head. "LOOSE ROPES ARE FOR THE WEAK!" "My Tight says loose ropes are for the weak." "Your WHAT? Brad!" "MAKE HER SIT IN THE CHAIR!" "Sorry, Mandy, but you have to sit down now." "Sit down? Ow! Brad, not so rough!" "TIE HER ANKLES APART!" "Right. I have to tie your ankles apart, too, Mandy." "What do you mean, you HAVE to? What's going on, Brad?" Again the white cords dug deep, as Brad quickly bound her ankles to the legs of the chair.
Make Friends With Your Tight
"NOW PICK ME UP!"
"Brad, please, my hands are going numb. What- What do you have there? What IS that thing?"
"Huh? But you can't see My Tight, Mandy."
"Yes, I can! It just appeared out of nowhere. It- It looks like a little head. Except... Brad, that's NOT your normal little head."
"CARRY ME OVER TO HER!"
"And it talks! How cute!"
"You can hear it, too?" said Brad.
"Now I can. It just said to carry it over here. But Brad, why are you doing whatever it tells you to?"
"PUT ME ON THE SEAT!"
"Brad! Get that thing away from me. It's looking right up my skirt! And you know I'm not wearing panties. It's... creepy!"
"MY TIGHT SAYS GET THE GAG! SILENCE ALL THAT YAKKING!"
"Pumpkin, I have to gag you now."
"No, Brad! Wait! You don't have to do whaheffmmpphh!"
Now using its own tiny feet, his Tight began to inch forward, licking its wicked little lips.
"MMMPPHH!" cried Mandy, her wide eyes glued to the black sphere as it crawled closer and closer.
"Um, Tight?" asked Brad. "What about me?"
"YOU'LL GET YOUR TURN! BUT FOR NOW..." His Tight's booming voice faded as it disappeared under the hem of Mandy's skirt. "MY TIGHT SAYS SHE'S MINE!"
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