Today is Wednesday, I love Wednesday. Why? Because I have no classes on Wednesday.

All I have to do is get up at a decent time to keep my sleep schedule on track and then I have the whole day to procrastinate studying.

Today should have started really great honestly.

Then I woke up to banging. Who the hell is using a hammer at 8am. I hate college students. What is Mark even hammering.

I sigh and decide there's no salvaging my sleep.

I begrudgingly roll out of bed. I put on some bikini type underwear because I just really want to be comfy. I pull on some frumpy pajama pants and a spaghetti strap shirt and make my way out of my room.

"Mark what the hell" I yell in no particular direction just hoping he hears. "This racket should be illegal, you know its my day to sleep in!"

I tried to sound frustrated but really I was just sleepy. I still felt all stiff and morning's just really aren't my thing ok?

Mark popped out from around a corner hammer in hand. I stepped back a bit in suprise.

"Fuck sake Mark! You trying to give me a heart attack too?" I glared at him through my sleepy eyes.

"Of course not! I was just getting a surprise for you ready, actually!" He looked too happy about it. I was in trouble.

"A surprise?... for me... at this hour? Oh this better be good." I say In an annoyed but curious tone.

He grins from ear to ear as I pulls a piece of cloth from his back pocket. "I promise you'll like it. trust me!"

I am not convinced.

"Oh come on! here, just put this on" he reaches out giving me the fabric and I know already what he wants to do with it.

I figur it'll happen either way so I indulge Mark in his theatrics and put the blindfold on.

I feel him take my hand and I let him guide me across the room. Or I'm assuming across the room. I'm honestly not all that sure.

"Ok there's a step here I just need you to get on it ok?"

This is a horrible idea. I know it but I take the step anyway. I feel him positioning me, making sure I'm standing on stable ground and then he moves back.

I guess he's just starting.

The sleep is starting to leave me and it's just now dawning on me that I'm blindfolded and listening to Mark.

It was hotter then I expected, being blindfolded. I was just anticipating his touch everywhere.

I was wet thinking about all the ways I was vulnerable in that moment.

After a moment I felt him reach both his hands around me? I was surprised. It felt like an awkward hug. It was oddly enjoyable.

And then his hands slipped under the waistband of my pants and I knew what was coming. Or I thought I did anyway.

He got a good grip on my undies and then spoke.

"You're going to want to get on your tip toes"

"Really?" I whined.

"Just do it." he said. And what can I say, I protest but I love when he tells me what to do. It gets me all excited.

I maneuvered onto my toes for him.

He yanks, and I mean yanks at my underwear.

I scream a little as they rocket up my back. I can feel them digging into me, splitting my ass and pressing up against my pussy.

He lets go and for a slit second I think that's it. I was all ready to have to embarrassingly ask him for more as per our deal.

And then my panties hooked. They hitched an they stuck.

There were two new hooks- somewhere in our house. And they were holding me hostage by my panties.

I guess I know what the hammering was about.

"Oh fuck" I begin to blush realizing the predicament I was in.

"Hey bad language!" Mark chided me teasingly. "You need to be punished!"

I can hear the shit eating grin on his face.

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do? I'm already up here?" Listen, it's too early to be horny like this.

"Oh I'm stealing your pants" he laughed a little.

"You wouldn't dear!" I struggled feeling his hands around my waist but quickly stopped realizing the wedgie dug in with every movement.

My pants were slipped to my ankles and I somehow got redder... and perhaps wetter.

I was so exposed. Stuck, half naked and horny like this? Brutal. I simply didn't know how to process it.

"Alrighty everything looks in order here I'll see you after class Sid!" I hear Marks foot steps start and I quickly protest.

"Wait! Wait Mark! You can't just leave me like this class is like 2 hours!" I plead. As much as I want him to draw this out I didn't know if I could handle 2 hours. My legs were already sore and I wouldn't be able to stay on my tip toes much longer.

"You're right. I'm sorry how silly of me" thank goodness. I sighed as his footsteps returned.

I felt his hands near my crotch. what was he doing? Oh god was he going to rip me down?

He pulled my underwear together so that all my weight was focused on my clit. Fuck.

"Oh come on!" I say exasperated.

"No you were right Sidney. Thank you" I could hear his smile. I could also hear all his footsteps and then the door opening. The slam and lock of our front door sealed my fate.

I stood there, legs trembling and cramping, trying to keep some of my weight off of my poor pussy.

It ached in an amazing but horrible way. Like way way too much of a good thing.

At a point I couldn't handle it any longer. I took a deep breath and made the decision to lower myself to a normal standing posting.

My legs ached more than my crotch.

Lowering myself wouldn't have been the worst idea had I not shook so much the stool fell from under me.

I yelped and fell hard. All my weight really truly hitting my clit. I moaned in a pained way.

At least without Mark here I can make all the sounds I want.

Periodically I would wiggle and squirm trying to rip myself free.

I cursed myself for wearing more sturdy panties than I normally would. My thongs would have definitely ripped by now.

You know the worst part? I couldn't stop thinking about how helpless and pathetic I looked. I wasn't even getting any pleasure for say. And yet here I was soaking my panties. I'm getting off on my own pain.

After what had to be about 2 hours but felt like days I heard the door open. footsteps approached.

"Well well! I was not expecting that Sid!" He was laughing. He was laughing at my pain. "You made it even worse for yourself then I meant you too. You really do love wedgies!"

"Oh man look how stretched these got!" I felt his hands fiddle with my blindfold and it fell away.

The light was bright but when my eyes adjusted I was treated to the sight of the ground not half a foot from my feet.

I don't know how high I started but this felt... truly embarrassing.

"Here let me get you down from there." Mark reached out and firmly grasped my hips. Then he did the worst thing ever and he pushed down. I felt my underwear driving into my most sensitive, already traumatized areas.

"Oh fuck! Mark no please!" I whimpered and cried.

He sighed "you're right that's not going anywhere" he lifted me up this time and my panties unhooked themselves.

"I don't like when you swear at me you know." He teased. I knew he didn't give a damn. He just wanted excuses to torment me.

"Oh please don't get on like this mark you just put me through hell you know"

"And sadly, it didn't teach you a thing did it?" He tisked at me. He's not done I know it. Im too sore for this and I try to get around him.

He grabbed the back of my stretched underwear and I can't really do anything.

"Not so fast!" He pulled me back and pushed me against the wall. I stop resisting and let it happen.

I feel the stretched fabric tense again as he pulls my waistband up my back.

"Hey I think I can get these above your head" he says it in casual delight. The same way you might talk about a food you like being on sail.

He tugged and stretched a few more times and then I felt the elastic snap over my forehead.

This is just great. I must look like such a loser.

Mark giggled. He fucking giggled at me.

I held my crotch in pain yet something about Mark's eyes on me and his mocking laughter made something in me feel alive. I was so fucking turned on by this humiliation.

I went to turn away and hide any enjoyment he might be able to see but he grabbed me.

"No no I'm not done with you yet Sidney. Don't you remember? I need that trophy."

"Please Mark figure something else out" I plead. "I don't think I can handle you ripping these off, I'm so sore" I loved the way beginning him made me feel. I felt helpless.

"Hmm I suppose I could settle for some pictures" he smiled deviously.

"No way! Not happening" I protest. This is my best kept secret. no evidence can exist.

"Ok then let me rip those off you?" I hesitated thinking of the pain and really just wanting to rest.

"You know what, take your pictures but... make it fast ok!"

"Wonderful!" He pulled his phone out. "Smile for me?" I flipped him off and he chuckled "ok turn around for me"

I opened my mouth to protest but decided against it.

I felt his hand pull the waistband off me. They didn't stop at my waist though. Mark pulled them all the way to the floor then planted his foot on them, preventing me from getting them.

"What are you doing?" I cover my sore ass embarrassed that he would see it, embarrassed he'd noticed me dripping.

"I decided these could still be a valuable addition to my collection" he informed me matter of factly.

I cast my eyes down and for the first time I noticed how absolutely hard Mark obviously was.

I was too tired to argue or process that. I stepped out of my underwear and ran to my room covering myself the best I could.

Mark better go easy on me tomorrow I thought.