Tol and Smol

 i'm not sure this is a thing, but i wrote it, so whatever.

Tol and Smol
sammy_808@live.com
https://sammytriesagain.blogspot.com/2022/01/smol-and-tol.html

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Catherine was riding up the elevator alone after her post-work trip to the gym.  Her next door neighbor usually got home around this same time, but despite reading through her mail in the lobby for ten minutes, Catherine hadn't seen her.  She wasn't sure why she liked riding up with her, since she usually tried to squeeze her 6'2" frame into a corner.  "She doesn't want to smell me after I've been sweating for an hour," and "I don't want to scare her since she's so small" were two of the many excuses she had come up with over the past few months.

As she closed the front door to her apartment, her mind raced through all the various fantasies she'd had about "Mousy Neighbor Girl."  The two of them getting stuck on the elevator and being forced to introduce themselves to each other.  The girl tripping in the lobby and Catherine being there to keep her safe.  The one she thought about late at night that had zero context, just her brown eyes peering up from between her thighs.  She ran her hands through her light sea-foam dyed hair, and grimaced as the sweat soaked tangles brought her back to reality.

"Time for a cold shower," Catherine told herself as she bent down to untie her shoes.  Before she could do that, she heard a series of thuds on the other side of the wall, along with the shattering of glass and a series of muffled screams.  "That's probably not my business," she thought to herself.

"Maybe someone's having a fight?" the responsible side of her brain responded.  "That's where Mousey Neighbor Girl lives?  What if she's in trouble?  What if I didn't see her because someone trapped her in her apartment and is now beating her up?"

Despite the fact that all of these situations sounded just as implausible as her other fantasies, Catherine was sure she wanted to try to find out what was going on.  She walked back to her front door, and grabbed the kendo sword she kept in the closet.  "If someone's messing with her, I'm going to make sure they regret it," she muttered under her breath as she stepped back into the hallway.

She slammed her fist on the door once, and was surprised when the latch popped open.  The door hadn't been closed completely, and that made Catherine even more suspicious.  "Hey!  I don't know what's going on here, but I am more than willing to kick the shit out of you!" she shouted as she slowly made her way through the duplicate of her own apartment.  The living room and kitchen were empty, and she popped open the first bedroom and laundry room doors to make sure no one would sneak up behind her.

When she got to the master bedroom door, she counted to three before slamming it open and bracing herself to fight.  The scene that was presented to her was definitely not what she had expected to see.  Mousy Neighbor Girl was completely naked, dangling off her bed in a fairly strict hogtie, and was trying to keep her knees on the floor to keep the noose around her neck from constricting any more.

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"I missed seeing that Pastel Princess by coming home early," Sammy thought to herself.  "She'd probably still be at the gym about now."  She glanced across the bed at the coils of rope and pile of locks.  "Anyway, it's good to change things up, and it's been forever since I did anything fun like this."  She thought through her plan one last time.

"It's not any different than other things I've tried before.  I just have to grab the key to open the lock around the wrist ropes, and it all undoes itself.  This neck rope is just for show, to bring a little extra edginess to it."

An hour later, Sammy was beginning to regret that "extra edginess."  She had measured the neck rope wrong, and it was just a little too short for her to get the key from the nightstand.  In her struggle to get to it, she had knocked the nightstand over, smashing lamp, and sending the key bouncing across the floor.  Now she was trapped, half suspended from that rope, and it seemed incredibly likely that she was going to accidentally hang herself.  She tried to keep calm, but had no idea how to fix this.

It was getting harder to breathe as the noose slipped tighter and tighter around her neck.  She could feel her brain getting hazy, as she heard a rumbling from somewhere to her left.  "Roomba shouldn't be running now," she thought to herself.  In a flash, she felt herself being hugged tightly and placed back on the bed.  A huge hand wrapped itself around her neck, and with a quick tug, the noose loosened, and the rope was flung off of her.  She looked up, and as the oxygen rushed back into her brain, saw the sea-foam colored hair of the giant next door before passing out.

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"Oh my god, someone is trying to kill Mousy Neighbor Girl," was the first thought to pop into Catherine's mind.  With no one else in the room, she dropped her wooden sword, and scooped the tiny girl up and put her back on the bed.  She quickly untangled the rope around her neck, and kept her fingers on her neck to track her pulse.

"Hey, come on, stay with me," she said quietly, lightly tapping the girl's back.  "I've got you, and won't let anyone hurt you, just blink for me, ok?  Can you blink for me?"  The girl's eyes fluttered, she inhaled deeply through her nose, and then focused on Catherine's face inches away from hers.  Her eyes went wide, and Catherine could see her face turn bright red as her skin turned hot.  She blinked three times before shutting her eyes are tightly as possible.

"Christ, ok, good," Catherine said as she sat back.  "Now let's see."  A web of leather criss-crossed her head, holding something in her mouth preventing her from talking.  Catherine quickly saw that it was locked shut in five places, and so couldn't just be slipped off.  The girl's legs had been folded over and her ankles lashed to her thighs, with another rope looping between her ankles.  A chain had been wrapped around this, and the two ends were connected by a lock that also trapped the loops of rope that bound her wrists together.  These loops were also connected to a rope that stretched around the girl's waist before looping around through her crotch.  A giant purple gem was attached to a plug that was fairly obviously jammed in her ass.

"I...you...someone else didn't do this to you, did they?" Catherine asked.  The girl kept her eyes squeezed shut as she shook her head back and forth.  "You weren't," she paused before continuing in a whisper, "you weren't trying to kill yourself, were you?"  The girl turned an even darker shade of red before shaking her head again.  As the adrenaline cleared from her system, Catherine started noticing her other senses, such as the tell tale smell that filled the room.  "Oh.  My."

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"God!" the amazon exclaimed as she rolled backwards onto the floor.  "This is some kind of sex thing!"

Sammy suddenly wished very hard that her Pastel Princess had not saved her, and that no one would have discovered this until she was dead.  It wasn't possible for her to blush anymore, so her body did the next best thing and she started bawling into the gag.

"Hey, no, stop that," her neighbor said as she pulled Sammy's bound body into a tight hug, "Look, I thought someone was trying to kill the cute Mousy Neighbor Girl, and then I get here and find you like this, and it's all ok, and I'm just trying to sort it all out in my head.  I mean, what would you think if you burst in and saw me like this."  Sammy looked up to see the blood rush into her neighbor's face before being crushed back into the hug.  Sammy could feel the powerful muscles cradling her, and felt reassured as her hands caressed her back.  She could feel her neighbor more than hear her as she said, "Nevermind, let's not think about that, ok?"

After they had both calmed down a bit, the Pastel Princess started plucking at the gag harness.  "Are the keys to this thing in here?"  Sammy shook her head as she looked up at the face next to her.  "No, that'd be too easy, wouldn't it.  You have to wait to get it off, right?"  Sammy meekly nodded.  "Ok.  Let's go through it.  Bathroom?"  Shake.  "Other bedroom?"  Shake.  "Laundry room?"  Shake.  "Kitchen?"  Nod.  "Please tell me they're on the counter?"  Shake.  "Do I have to dig them out of the ice cream?"  Sammy gave a look of shame before closing her eyes again.  "That's fine.  I'll go search your fridge, and you stay here.  We'll get you out of that, and we never have to discuss it ever again."

She eased Sammy back onto the bed, and after a moment of confused panic, slid a pillow under Sammy's head and pulled a blanket over her naked body.  After a quick look around the room, she was gone.  Sammy also surveyed the mess.  Her lamp was cracked into a dozen pieces, and was certainly done for.  The two plates she'd left there instead of taking back to the kitchen had tumbled over the stack of unread books, but were at least intact.  Her wine glass from last night was not so lucky, and covered the floor in a minefield of jagged shards.  The book she had been reading had landed half open, and was splayed open in a way that Sammy knew was going to permanently bend the pages.

"Oh, and there's just two dildos and my vibrator.  Great to see those survived and landed on top of everything," Sammy thought to herself.  The princess from next door was here, and Sammy could not possibly have had a worst first impression on her.  "Hi, I'm the pervert in 1004?  I wondered if I could borrow a cup of sugar for what is certainly some bizarre sex game I saw in a porno?" Sammy imagined.  "How am I ever going to be able to see her again?  Ride in the elevator with her?  See her in the lobby?"

--

The good news, as Catherine saw it, was that the tiny ring of keys was simply sitting on the bottom of the freezer.  The bad news was that Mousy Neighbor Girl didn't seem to have a dustpan.  "She'll be bleeding everywhere if I can't clean up that glass."  She eventually settled on folding over a bunch of paper towels and then running them under the faucet so that she could clean up the glass that way.

As she returned to the bedroom, she saw Mousy Neighbor Girl's eyes flash over to her before she blushed again.  Catherine swallowed hard, trying to contain her own feelings.  She knelt down on the floor, and tried each key on the ring until she eventually found which belonged to which lock.  With the locks gone, she could unbuckle and release the various straps, slowly pulling it off and removing the gag.  She looked over, grabbed one of the discarded plates, and sat the gag on that before putting it on the floor.  "You're ok, right?"

"I," croaked the girl.  "I'm so sorry!"

"Hey, you're fine.  I was just so worried that someone was trying to kill Mousy Neighbor Girl."

"Sammy."

"What?"

"Sammy.  Well, Samantha, but only my boss calls me that."

"Oh my god, of course you have a name," Catherine blurted out as she turned red herself.

"Don't worry, you're Sea-foam Princess in my head," Sammy replied.

"Oh my god, no you didn't," Catherine said as she pushed her face into the bed beside Sammy's.

"Well, 'Pastel Princess,' but I usually try to add the color in. Pink Princess, Purple Princess, 'I don't think that's the color she wanted' Green Princess."

Catherine chuckled into the sheets as she thought back to the previous summer and the disaster when her usual colorist was out.  "That was an awful choice wasn't it?  It was supposed to be closer to this," she said as she held out a strand of her hair.  "And I'm Catherine.  Or Cat, I guess."

"Cat and her Mousy Neighbor Girl," Sammy prodded gently.

"I know it's dumb, but you just looked so-" Catherine stopped suddenly.  "Well, we should probably get you out of the rest of that, let me just clean up this glass first so you don't cut yourself."

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Sammy waited until she'd turned back to the shattered glass before quietly letting out, "I've always been scared to introduce myself, because you're this cool buff lady who can probably bench press a car, and I'm just a scrawny nerd who spends too much time on the internet."

There was a pause before Catherine responded, "You're cute.  I've seen people completely ignore you on the elevator.  Even if I didn't have neon hair, everyone looks at me all the time.  I sometimes wonder what your life is like.

"Also, you'd totally want to squat to life a car, so you can use your legs."

"So I haven't irreversibly freaked you out?" she asked.

"I am quite freaked out, I'm just very good at holding it together.  You do have to promise you won't do something like this again."

"Oh," Sammy replied quietly.  "Yeah, that makes sense.  This was my first attempt at self-bondage in awhile, and I seem to have gotten dangerously rusty at it."

"What?  No," Catherine turned around from the pile of glass she'd collected.  "You do you, but you have to let me know ahead of time, or like schedule it or something.  I'd much rather check in on you than think you're being murdered next door."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I have anxiety issues, and getting ramped up into 'choke an asshole and throw them in a dumpster' mode on a weekly basis is not going to help them."

Sammy was quiet for a minute.  "Can you choke this asshole?  You never have to do it again after this, but I've just imagined you picking me up for so long, and I never thought I'd have a chance, and I know it's a lot to ask after everything, but this has been a fantasy since I first saw you.

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Catherine was sure she had the dumbest face possible at that moment.  "I, um, how?  Since you first saw me?"

"I know, Mousy Neighbor Girl is a perv, but you had all the evidence before I said anything."

"Like pick you up by the neck?"

"Yes!  Please?"

"I'm not going to throw you in a dumpster, besides that was just the one time, and that guy deserved it."

Sammy laughed.  "No, just here above the bed, and you can stop if it makes you uncomfortable!"

Catherine walked over, and wrapped her hands around Sammy's neck.  "If your eyes close or you make any scary sounds, it's over, ok?"  Sammy smiled and gave a short nod.  Catherine flexed her thighs, and Sammy was pulled out from the covers and into the air.  When she was fully standing upright, she remembered her new friend was completely naked and almost dropped her in surprise.  Sammy wiggled in her grasp, but could do nothing about it.

"Tighter!" gasped Sammy.  Catherine complied, squeezing until she felt the breath catch under her fingers.  She felt a rush throughout her body and gently laid Sammy back down.

"That's enough for today, I think," Catherine stammered as she covered up Sammy again.  She tried to make sense of the feeling, most disturbed by the sudden wetness between her thighs.  "Let's, um, let's un-bondage you now, ok?"

She stumbled around, walking back to the kitchen before Sammy called out, "the key fell on the floor in here somewhere."  Catherine remembered seeing the single key sitting next to the pile of books, and rushed back to get it.  She was shaking slightly as she uncovered the lock, resting gently above Sammy's ass.  The key slid in easily, and the latch sprang open with a single twist.  Sammy tugged at the ropes while Catherine tried to find a place to help.  She gave a soft grunt, and Catherine realized that the odor had returned as she worked at the crotch rope.

"So, I'll leave you to clean up the rest," Catherine said as she backed away slowly.

"Please don't go!" Sammy implored, untangling her wrists and rolling over.  She reached out to Catherine, who grabbed her hands to keep her from falling off the bed again.  "I'm sure I can find a way to repay you!"

Catherine again felt her body betray her, and wanted nothing more than to sit on Sammy's face and see what happened when she caught her mouse.  "Um, do you want to get dinner tomorrow?  We can continue this conversation then, except, like, with clothes on?"

Sammy blushed deeply again as she pulled the blanket around herself.  "Yeah, that's probably a better idea."

"Meet you in the hall at 7:30, then?"

"Sounds like I've roped you in!" Sammy said with a smile.  Catherine returned the smile, added some finger guns, and then quickly made her way out of the apartment, double checking Sammy's door was latched shut.

"She's so cute!" Catherine squealed to herself as she closed her own door.  "That joke didn't even make sense, and it's still perfect!"  She stripped out of her workout clothes and jumped in the shower, smiling the entire time."

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"I am such an idiot," Sammy moaned into her bed.  "'Want to get dinner?' 'I roped you in!'  What the fuck does that even mean?"  She picked at the ropes holding her legs bent over, wanting to get free but using the bondage as an excuse to wallow on the bed.

"So, for today, I've made her panic that I was getting murdered, flashed my whole naked ass at her, asked her to help me be an even bigger pervert, and then completely failed at basic human interaction."  She screamed into her pillow.  "I guess as long as I somehow avoid chopping my own hands off with the silverware, maybe she won't think I'm a complete gremlin."

Tol and Smol

sammy_808@live.com

https://sammytriesagain.blogspot.com/2022/01/smol-and-tol.html