Dresden Academy

Who: Maddy and Riley
What: Maddy surprises Riley with a corset and a challenge to disrobe her and it quickly goes downhill.
When/Where: Thursday, March 8th. His dorm room.
Rating: NSFW

Maddy never quite knew what to expect with Riley. It was both entertaining and irritating. This afternoon she hoped it would be the former.

It was bright and sunny outside. A perfectly beautiful day. Riley would be hiding somewhere and eventually he'd come and crawl into the hole of his room. Maddy smartly paid off his roommate to go fuck off for the rest of the day and arranged herself comfortably on Riley's bed.

She was wearing an assortment of period authentic underthings and a very thin, printed silk kimono. All she had to do now was wait for him to come back to the dorms and enjoy the surprise she set up for him.

Given that it was a nice, sunny day outside, Riley had chosen to engage in his favourite nice, sunny day activity, which was ruining the day of people who were enjoying the nice, sunny day outdoors. He would wander around reminding people of the atrocities going on in the horn of Africa, asking others if they were registered to vote, and (his favourite) insisting that everyone trying to enjoy a little bit of sunshine was going to get skin cancer and die a horrible painful all in the name of getting a tan.

After a run-in with a sunbaker that came very close to ending in his head being ripped off his shoulders, he decided that he'd had enough fun for the afternoon and it was time to retreat back to his room for a nap or some other entirely relaxing and non-exerting activity.

His bed, it seemed, had other ideas. He opened his door to find Maddy atop it, seemingly in her pyjamas. "It's a bit early for a slumber party, don't you think?"

She smirked at him gleefully. "I wasn't thinking of slumbering." She swished open her robe so he could get a good view of the corset and all of its intricate ribbons that ran up her front. "Unless you really needed a nap," she added with a false yawn.

He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. "I could be mistaken, but I think you had an ulterior motive for occupying my bed this afternoon." How very interesting. He reached back to the closed door to lock it properly, just in case his roommate decided to come back in a hurry. No point in sharing the view.

She nodded in affirmation. "Well, you did mention that you'd like to strip me of a corset using only your teeth. Hate to disappoint." The sheer intricacy of this corset would have him entertained for hours, even if he did break down and use his hands. She did hope he would.

"You can't hold the things I say when I'm high against me. Though, I really would like for you to hold that against me..." he added, eyes taking in every last detail of the creation she was wearing, unable to help himself. It looked thoroughly complex, as though it must have taken her several hours and the help of an army or two of slaves to get her into. There would have to be a good dozen yards of ribbon alone, criss-crossing the front and sides (and likely the back as well, which he had yet to see). "Turn around."

She tried not to beam when he decided he wanted to play along. She remembered her showmanship and turned around slowly, sliding the kimono first off one shoulder and then the other. She let the silk slide down to the mattress, rolling her hips with a slight flourish. She watched his interest over her shoulder, chin resting on her pale skin. She offered him her best come hither wink.

"You've done this before," he accused lightly. She was entirely too good at it to be making it up as she went along. Even so, he moved to the bed and sat beside her, fingering curiously at the back of the corset. Now he was even more baffled as to how she got herself into it; he couldn't even tell where the ribbons started or ended.

"I never have," she replied. "I'm a performer," she explained easily. She curled her shoulders in a wave, running her fingertips along the edges of her corset seductively. Her hands moved behind her, sliding along to meet his fingers and help them to the edge of a ribbon that was a decent place to start.

He worked the end of the cord out of hiding and traced it back up to where it criss-crossed another one which presumably led in the opposite direction to another end. "You're not afraid I'm going to wreck it?" Why did she have to offer him herself in the most complicated corset ever known to man? If he managed to work it out at all, he wasn't sure he was capable giving the thing the gentle handling it probably required. It looked so delicate that it should be touched with gloves, or museum tongs or something. He pulled gingerly on the ribbons.

"If you do I can repair it." She turned her body just enough to see him without straining her neck. "You could just rip it off me. The ribbons are entirely replaceable." Maybe she'd underestimated the challenge. "Next time I'll wear one with hooks," she whispered.

"Where's the fun in that?" He muttered, loosening one end of one ribbon and moving to the other side to pull on its opposite, working his way up slowly as his fingers pressed up against the silken fabric into her spine. He wiggled closer and sneaked a peek at her front over her shoulder to see if it was loosening as well.

"Hooks and ribbons?" she offered smarmily and made sure to push her chest out as he peered over her shoulder. It was a bit looser, but not enough to really shift her spine and curl over him. "Is this position working for you?" she asked, voice all husky and shot through with latent hunger. She would lower herself to the mattress luxuriously, lay out on her stomach or side, whatever he liked.

He shrugged and pulled hard on a particularly twisted ribbon. "When did you turn into such a tart?"

And then again, maybe he wasn't game. He was back to being his usual Riley self and she felt all of her efforts deflate entirely. "I've always been," she replied with a little sigh and tried to blame it on the constriction of the corset and not the weird feeling in her chest like something was tightening, ready to twist itself in knots. "When did you become so observant?"

"Always have been," he replied in turn, not taking his hands away from her body and choosing to struggle with the ribbons some more. This was soon remedied with the sound of tearing and his sudden, wide-eyed jump off the bed.

She felt his warm hands rush away before she registered the tear. She could have laughed really, because it was her own damn fault for wearing this extremely complicated thing. She slid her wand out of its usual (and fairly miraculous) hiding place and undid the magic that roped all the ribbons together. She took off the corset to examine the damage; it was easily fixed, a bit of boning had poked through the tear and it simply needed a new panel of fabric. She could do this before she finished her homework tonight.

It was about then that she realized she was topless in Riley's presence again and this time they weren't high or drunk. She felt strange sitting on his bed in silk garters, panties, and a slip skirt to cover them. She was plenty covered and yet entirely vulnerable. What was worse was that she wanted to be this vulnerable with him and she was sure he had no idea what to do with that. "It's okay," she promised. "I can fix this blindfolded with one hand tied behind my back."

Riley didn't say anything in return, just stared. Maddy was topless in front of him, and although it had happened before it wasn't quite like this. He wasn't prepared for it or to pretend that he didn't care. He wasn't entirely sure when this odd flirtation with Maddy had progressed so far, but he was curious even whilst being violently opposed to showing anything as common as curiosity about a girl, of all things.

She stared back at him, standing near the bed as he was. This was probably going to end badly, any way it played out. She had to know that would be the end result, somewhere outside of the want and the sudden need to impress, the serious realization that she liked him in a new sense. She started to shoulder on her kimono, obviously he'd had his fill of staring at her and she didn't think he was quite ready for the reality of her without some mind-altering substances involved.

"I'm sorry I ruined your corset," he offered lamely, still staring a bit. She'd said she could fix it easily, but he'd still ripped it. Rather clumsily in fact. Much like an oversexed teenager being offered a warm body for the first time. How embarrassing.

"No, it's fine," she reassured him and wrapped the kimono a little tighter around her body. Now that it was just her and a bit of silk between them she wasn't sure how she'd get back to her dorm unnoticed. "Sorry I wasted your afternoon," she added and rose from his bed to leave before she embarrassed either of them any more.