Paramedic in Charge

Chapter 3

Being tied up was painful. Sylvie's wrists were bound behind her back with some kind of rope or chord. It cut into her skin slightly, it was so tight. Getting free was totally out of the question.

Her ankles were also bound, making the prospect of getting up from her kneeling position on the floor a difficult prospect.

Groaning in pain, she briefly tried to struggle with the bondage. It was a waste of time, and it actually made her wrists hurt more. She might have cried out if there wasn't something large in her mouth, secured between her teeth with a strap that was fastened behind her head. A ball gag, she realised. She couldn't open her mouth any further, or close it even slightly. Attempting to talk produced a pathetic gurgling noise.

The door to the room, whatever this unfamiliar room was, opened. Alexa Bliss walked in. Short, blonde, beautiful, but with great mischief in her eyes. She was wearing a kinky, revealing leather outfit, complete with elbow length gloves.

Sylvie's eyes locked onto some kind of short whip that Alexa had in her right hand. She was lightly slapping it against her left palm as she walked slowly across the room.

"Mmmm," Sylvie gasped behind the gag. The whip was going to be used on her. There was nothing she could do about it.

"You want to make noise? I'll give you something to make noise about!" Alexa said cruelly. She drew the whip back and swung it towards Sylvie's face.

Sylvie woke up, startled and sweaty. It took her a few moments to fully comprehend that she had just had a smutty dream about Alexa Bliss. The realisation made her start sweating even more. She felt confused, rattled. Why was she having smutty dreams about a woman? She had never been attracted to a woman before. She didn't think she was attracted to Alexa, but clearly her subconscious disagreed with that.

Or was it the bondage photo that had triggered the dream? She had never tried bondage before, on either the giving end or the receiving end, if those were the right terms. Thinking about being restrained and gagged for sex did excite her though.

"That must have been it," Sylvie muttered to herself. She turned over in her bed, wanting to go back to sleep.

But she couldn't. Was it not simply the thought of being tied up that had caused the dream? Was it specifically being tied up by Alexa? She felt her cheeks warming up. The whole thing was intensely embarrassing. And in a few hours, she had a shift to work with her new colleague. Her new incredibly pretty colleague with the blonde and pink hair. Her new colleague who tied people up for Instagram pictures.

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Eventually, Sylvie had gotten back to sleep. But when she showed up at 51 for the shift, the dream was still very much on her mind.

Forget about it, she told herself as she got changed in the locker room. She had to be professional.

"Get a grip. You're the paramedic in charge," she said under breath.

Not in the dream you weren't, a voice in her head said. It put images from the dream right back in her mind's eye.

"Oh, hi, Sylvie," Alexa said cheerfully, breezing into the locker room like nothing was going on.

Nothing is going on, Sylvie had to remind herself. Not outside of her own head anyway. "Good morning," she said. She had quickly busied herself in her locker in case she started blushing, not even glancing at Alexa. Mercifully, her cheeks didn't start warming up.

"Cold, isn't it? Somehow it seems worse in Chicago than it used to in Columbus."

Figuring she could hardly avoid it all day, Sylvie looked at Alexa. Only then did she realise that Alexa had walking in wearing a red leather jacket and black leather gloves. Leather, like in the picture. Leather, like in the dream.