Bonbon Lyra Socks

>Lyra is on the bed
>She's discovered some new music which she's been listening to, with headphones
>She's so into it, she's dancing horizontally, as she lies on top of her bed spread
>No, "dancing horizontally" is not a euphemism
>It's loud enough to be heard through her headphones by Bonbon, who's entering the room as we speak
>She's doing the laundry for the pair; while Bonbon's like a responsible adult, Lyra is an excitable, naïvely irresponsible teenager, with clothes strewn around the floor and on every chair
>There's even
>"Lyra! Please get up and help me?" Bonbon simultaneously asks, pleads with, and demands of her lazy bones partner/whatever the pair's relation is
>While she can't hear Bonbon, Lyra sees her exasperation and just sticks her tongue out at Bonbon
>"Lyra! Your room is a mess! The whole place is like a... a pigsty!... you pig! It smells as bad, too."
>Bonbon isn't the most eloquent when she's frustrated
>Eyes closed, Lyra has her hands behind her head and a smile on her face
>"LYRA."
>She opens one eye and is greeted with a sock thrust in her face
>"This is why your room smells so bad, you dirty girl" Bonbon says, having pulled out Lyra's headphone jack
>Lyra scrambles up her bed, away from her own dirty sock held under her nose, blushing furiously
>"Hey hey, okay! No need to call me names" Lyra mopes
>"No, Lyra. It's been like this for months. You can't keep *living* like this! In this... this... mess!"
>It's not as bad as Bonbon makes it out to be
>She's simply a tidiness enthusiast
>There are more clothes out of rather than in Lyra's wardrobe though...
>And that sock... maybe she had a point about the smell
>Lyra steals a glance at the dirty sock still in Bonbon's hand
>She wants to whine, but Lyra can't bring herself to vocalise it, still a little shaken from the sudden sock in her face
>She's thinking too much about how she's fascinated with the idea of be intrigued by socks
>And there are a ton of dirty socks in the room
>Bonbon's own socks are clean on her feet, though, and are probably the only clean pair in the room
>Suddenly, Lyra realises that Bonbon's been speaking to her
>"...I mean, I suppose I could put up w- Hey! You're not even listening to me, are you?!" Bonbon snaps at Lyra
>"Huh? No, Bonnie, I just was-"
>Seizing the opportune open mouth opportunity, 'Bonnie' shoves Lyra's sock in Lyra's mouth, past the point of irritation with her
>"Oh, Lyra, please. Put a sock in it"
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>Lyra blushes again
>She can't believe it, she has a sock in her mouth
>The toe of the inside out sock is against her tongue *right now*
>She doesn't even attempt to spit it out
>"I think I could do with a little help from you, Lyra. I am going to get you to clean up the entire house for a change. We'll start with this room, right now"
>Having expected Lyra to remove the sock by now, she was mildly surprised to see Lyra, cheeks buldging, just shake her head in defiant protest
>It gave her the next idea she had
>"Right! That's enough from you! You're staying like this-" Bonbon picked up a kneehigh sock from the ground and wrapped it around Lyra's mouth
>Tying a knot at the back of her head, it acted as a measure for keeping the sock in Lyra's mouth
>Lyra was too embarrassed to protest
>Not that she wanted to protest in the first place
>So she just sat there, wide-eyed, as Bonbon, encouraged by Lyra's complicity, trussed up the turquoise one with socks
>Removing her own pair of socks, Bonbon tied Lyra's hands together behind her back, like a pair of handcuffs
>Lyra's socks were used as a pair of firm ankle bonds, and Lyra allowed Bonbon to hold her ankles up in the air with one hand as she tied the knots
>Bonbon picked up all the ankle socks she could see, some relatively unworn, some stinking of Lyra's feet, and tucked them all into Lyra's clothes
>A couple in her waistband, some into her bra, and some draped over her head
>"There, I've helped you get started, that's a few of your socks off the ground." Bonbon said to Lyra, mute and thrilled with her sock bondage
>"Now, it's your job to clean the rest. So go on" Bonbon said, shifting Lyra off the bed with the push of a foot into her back
>Forced into a kneel on the ground, Lyra looked up at Bonbon, now sitting on the bed, legs crossed, one bare foot bouncing up and down
>Lyra just shrugged her shoulders and wiggled her hands, tight in their inescapable bonds
>It was a "How can I clean up without my hands?" which Bonbon interpreted clearly
>"Oh, you poor thing. It's a hard job, isn't it, when you dont have hands." Bonbon teased
>Lyra's face burned with embarrassment, and she sucked a little more on the sock in her mouth
>"Let me help you, again" Bonbon smiled, gently pushing her bare sole into Lyra's face, until she was face down in the plush carpet, bound, with her butt in the air
>The sock draped on her head fell off onto the ground, by her face
>"You can still use your hands" Bonbon simply hinted
>Shuffling around on her knees, Lyra managed to get onto her back to try and pick up clothes without being able to see them
>She could barely contain her feelings, as she was laying on the floor, exposing her sensitive belly to Bonbon as her shirt rode up, and her toes curled as she tugged against the socks which held her
>The humiliating factor of being covered in smelly socks was Lyra's aphrodisiac
>It didn't help that Bonbon kept dancing her feet on her as she listened to Lyra's ipod
>Bonbon lay on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge as Lyra began to wriggle her way around the floor, piling up clothes in the corner
>Eventually, Bonbon couldn't assume Lyra's carefree irresponsibility any longer, and got up to follow Lyra the sock slut crawling around the room
>She took our Lyra's sock gag, and instructed her to kiss her toes after every article of clothing piled
>She also now had to use her teeth to pick up all her panties, socks (of which there were many left), bras, and shirts
>This forced oral, animal behaviour drove up the animalistic urges which peaked through Lyra body as she crawled, bound and covered in socks
>Bonbon swore she could even hear Lyra's breathing become heavier when a rank sock was held in her mouth, just below her nostrils
>After few hours, which were strangely intensely pleasurable for Lyra, she was released from the socks
>However, she never quite learned a lesson from the experience
>Remaining free spirited and largely lazy, Lyra often failed to keep up her end of the bargain, having agreed with Bonbon to share the household chores between the two of themselves
>This led to the belly-crawling of Lyra at Bonnie's feet, as Bonbon piled dirty sock after dirty sock on her back, collecting them all together in one place:
>On top of Lyra
>Though secretly, Bonbon suspected Lyra shirked the rules deliberately
>She always made sure at least some of her own socks would be dirty so Lyra's sock chores were a little more fragrant and enjoyable for her