13 comments/ 108669 views/ 78 favorites Kate's Test By: lofwyrkp Many thanks to RedEva for invaluable help with editing. All errors are the authors fault. --------------------------------------- Kate's Test "Finally!" Kate though, her roommate had finally finished packing and had left for home. She had thought that this moment would never arrive, Claire had taken so long to get packed, and it looked that she'd never get the flat to herself. These past months had been hard on her, having to share with a stranger, after having own bedroom for so long. She'd tried to get on with Claire, but she'd found it hard to do. She was just too set in her ways to accept another sharing her personal space. They'd had a few chats, getting to know each other a little better, but she never felt quite comfortable around her. There was something about Claire that made her wary of opening up too much. She couldn't put her finger on it, but had a feeling that Claire was way too interested in her. She'd known some predatory girls back at high school, and she every so often Claire had that same predatory look, usually when she thought that she wasn't being watched. That look or whatever it was had stopped her from opening too much to her. She knew that no matter how innocently they chatted, no matter how innocently Claire always seemed to bring the subject around to boys and sex, she had this inner sense not to open up to her, no matter how outlandish and bizarre Claire's own tales were. There was no way she would ever confess to loving the feeling of being the helpless damsel, of being the maiden being tested and tormented before her prince charming arrived to save her. So for this first term she'd had to restrict herself to subtle and "restrained fun". All she could manage with sharing the room with Claire was the quiet use of her favourite handcuffs. She often slipped into bed, and slid her hand under the edge of the bed to quietly pull the cuffs from their hiding place. Just the touch of the cool steel turned her on, making her nipples harden ever so slightly. She'd slip each wrist into the cuffs, and burying her hands under her duvet she's close them until she heard that faint "click" telling her that she was trapped. She would have preferred to cuff her hands behind her back, but sharing with Claire made that impossible, too greater a risk of being caught, so she'd had to settle for this. Even so, imperfect as it was, it was such a turn on to her, and quite often she rolled onto her front, pressing her breasts into the mattress, her cuffed hands busy between her thighs, eagerly stroking that hard, slick centre, her hips grinding into the mattress as she bit the pillow to stifle the sounds of her release. Now, with Claire gone for the long weekend, she had the place to herself, and she could indulge herself to her hearts content. Almost all the other students had taken the opportunity to get away from the pressures of university life, so she told the odd little white lie, telling all that she too was going home for the weekend. "Right" she thought, "First things first" as she made her way to the kitchen. Taking a Tupperware bowl, she carefully coiled up her release string, making sure that either end was free of the water filled bowl. One end was the loop that hooked over the nail she'd hung picture from; the other contained the keys that would open up the cuffs. As she left the water to freeze, she returned to her room, to set up the reminder of the necessary equipment. Just the thought of what she was about to do made her legs go weak and sent shivers through her. She could feel the familiar tingling in her nipples, and she just knew that her panties had a huge damp patch, she was that excited. After all she'd been looking forward to this moment for so long. She worked quickly, eager to get everything set up so that she could begin. As she moved the chair, wrong way round to its position under the nail, she tried to remember the exact moment when she decided to test herself in this way. Ever since she could remember she'd loved the idea of being the helpless heroine, but even that hadn't been enough for her. From this simple beginning had grown the desire to be tested, to be challenged. Her favourite fantasies always contained the same, familiar elements; a heroine, bondage, lots of great sex, and a challenge that had to be overcome so that she could be freed. Somewhere along the way it she had settled on this current plan. What made it the more exciting was the fact that if she failed, everyone would know about it, well not all the details exactly, just that she'd done something outside the norm. She'd laid the groundwork almost from the beginning of her university days, by joining in on the bitch sessions, making fun at those girls who had decided to augment what God had given them naturally. It hadn't taken long for her to make a bit of a name as a radical, one of those women who looked down at those women who'd undergone surgery. It was only much later had she found out that Claire had undergone surgery herself, not for vanities sake, but to repair the damage from a bad car accident. She'd tried to make amends about her comments, but this topic had been the one unspoken disagreement between them. Satisfied that the legs of the chair were in the right position, she went to her trunk, locked as always, as she definitely didn't want Claire to see what she kept away from prying eyes. Inside were her vibrators, the rest of her cuffs, her clamps, and most importantly, her latest additions, four heavy, titanium rings, in two sets of two. As she held them, she wondered if she could really go through with this, was the risk worth the probably intense emotions she'd be going through. If she couldn't last the distance she'd end up marking herself, probably forever. Even as her mind wondered about the wisdom of her plan, she couldn't take her eyes of the rings. The larger pair had a circumference that would just slip over her breasts, gripping them in a cold, hard bondage. She'd practised breast bondage before, safely at home, and had discovered exactly the right diameter that would cause her breasts to swell, to be held proud and taught. She had been blessed with a natural D cup, which needed the support of a decent bra. When she'd bound them up tight, she had found that they didn't show any signs of sagging, that they pointed straight out of her chest. She'd tried walking, even jogging, and they hadn't moved, well not much, they were just this solid mass of flesh, looking exactly as if she'd had them stuffed full of silicone. The breast rings, as she thought of them were an inch deep, to emphasise the unnatural shape they'd force her breast to take. If she failed then these would adorn the base of her breasts, making low cut tops, bikini's etc a thing of the past. The inner surface of each of the rings had been engraved with lots of tiny teeth, all set to face the same way. These would slip on easy enough, but the teeth would dig into her skin, preventing removal. Next to the larger pair was a similar pair, just smaller, ready to take her nipples into the same restrictive bondage. If these ever got unto her nipples, she'd be forced to go around with permanently hard nipples, nipples which would poke through pretty much anything that she currently owned. All that was left to do was to set up the lab equipment that she'd "borrowed." It had been too easy to wander past the chemistry labs, and to take the odd set of supports used to support al that chemical apparatus. It took longer than she would have thought to get the supports holding the bands set up just right. Eventually she had them set just as she'd imagined them. Now if she lowered her breasts onto her apparatus, the larger bands would grip her breasts and the smaller ones, her nipples. Next came the silk cord, for strength, which was threaded through the rings, and tied to her favourite nipple clamps. These were something special, they didn't open up from side to side, and instead they opened like a grabber, like those you got at the fun fair for grabbing the stuffed toy. These would grab her nipples evenly around the tip, holding them ever so tight. The silk cord led from the clamps, through the rings, around the simple pulley she'd fitted to the base of each set of supports, and into the bathroom, where the cords were looped over the shower rail and tied to a bucket, which was set underneath the shower head. Even though setting up the necessary equipment had taken a little time, in fact longer than she'd originally thought, it hadn't dampened her excitement; if anything it had only increased the depth of her desire. Her nipples were already aching, and she hadn't even attached the clamps yet! All that was left to do was to retrieve the now frozen length of string, and to set up the finishing touches. She quickly stripped, and got her vibrators ready. She always felt so sluttish, getting ready. There was something pretty decadent in kneeling on the edge of the bed, naked, with a handful of vibrating toys. First up, literally, was her anal vibe. A quick slide into her hot pussy, and it was covered with enough of her juices to enable it to slide into her ass with little trouble. She knelt there, enjoying the way her ass slowly opened up to accommodate the intruder, first past the outer ring, a pause, then past the inner. It wasn't that large, but it felt that way once she'd nestled it deep in her ass. Next was the vibe for her pussy, this was a little larger, curved slightly so that it pressed against her clit from the inside. Together they filled her pretty full. Finally was her butterfly vibe, carefully placed over her hard and expectant clit. Moving carefully, she then stepped into her tight latex pair of panties. These she slowly slid up her legs, until they firmly gripped her ass, ensuring that all her toys would be held in place. Next up was her gag; somehow loosing the ability to speak was such a turn on. The feel of the soft rubber as it slipped behind her teeth, holding her mouth open, was such a rush. With deft practice she did up the buckles, ensuring that she couldn't shake the gag off. Gingerly she went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, until there was a slow and steady drip of water into the awaiting bucket. Moving as quickly as she could, she returned to the set up by the chairs and before she could have too many doubts, she cuffed her ankles to the chair. Now she was held firmly in place, all that was left was to turn on all of her toys, and to bend forward and to slip the clamps over her nipples. She paused, for a moment, it wasn't too late to back out, but before she could really articulate the thought, she cuffed her hands behind her back, trapping her in her own experiment. As the cuff closed around her wrist; she felt a heady rush that left her weak. It was too late for her to have second thoughts now. Now she'd have to endure her test until the ice melted and dropped the keys into her hands. She could feel the vibrators all working between her thighs, trapped in her latex panties. What made them work so well on her was the fact that they all pulsed at different rates. One would be on, then another, then two, and eventually they would synchronise and she'd get the full effect of all three working their way on her. This moment was so intense, such a turn on; she had to fight the need to make it. She could already feel the pull of the weight of water in the bucket, and she could watch as her breasts were being pulled towards the waiting bands. If she came now, she'd come off her high too soon, and she'd be unable to withstand the steadily increasing pull until her hands were free. Stifling a groan, she tried to think of something else, like numbers tables, but the thrice damned vibrators were working their magic on her tender parts. Currently her anal vibe was working in harmony with the butterfly on her clit, sending shudders through her, and the pull on her tits was just enough to help turn her on more and more. She could feel her pussy awash with her juices, the panties trapping her juices next to her skin, making her feel all slick and hot. The butterfly cut out, to be replaced with her pussy vibe. The feel of it as it vibrated against her anal intruder was almost too much. She could feel the thin membrane that separated them being pounded into submission. All the while the pull on her nipples increased, and she had to lean forward, trying to reduce the pull on her nipples. She was lost in that moment, between heaven and hell. Her nipples and breasts were becoming increasingly painful, but the combination of vibrators and the situation she was in was just keeping her too turned on to care. She was startled out of her fugue by the feel of the cool metal as her breasts brushed against the top of the bands. She's almost got too lost in the moment and had almost fallen into her own trap. Taking a deep breath she pulled herself more upright, but the strain on her breast was incredible. The pain was just on the edge of being too much for her, but the toys kept things almost bearable. She was shocked to realise that this time she maybe had set her sights too high, and she desperately turned her head, trying to judge how much longer it would take for the ice to melt, but judging from the amount of ice she could just catch a glimpse of, she realised that she'd well misjudged how much she could take. Again she felt her breast meet the cool bands, but this time coincided with all three of her vibrators switching on together. This boost was all she needed to lift herself up again, She was poised right on the edge of making it. It felt that this moment could go on forever, balanced as she was. Her heart leapt into her throat when she heard a key in the lock. She was supposed to be alone for the weekend. "Kate" she heard Claire call, "I've a surprise for you" she said as she opened the door and stepped into the room. Claire's mouth just hung there, open, catching flies as she tried to make sense of the scene in front of her. There was her roommate, Kate, naked apart from a pair of black, shiny panties, her breasts stretched into an incredible shape by the weight pulling on them. After an eternity, Claire managed a half hearted explanation, "I'd forgotten my reading texts and I though I'd best come back and retrieve them." and with that Claire leaned against he door frame, trying to make sense of the muffled sounds coming from Kate's gagged mouth. Regaining her composure, Claire then stood, and her eyes followed the string from nipples to bathroom. "I always thought you were a secretive one" she said, "and now I know exactly what you'd been holding back from me" Kate, for her part, wanted nothing more to drop through the floor, the shock at being discovered had jump started her mind, and for the moment she managed to forget the pleasures and pains that were coursing through her body. She tried to make Claire understand that she just wanted release, so that she could sort of explain everything, but all she could manage were muffled, unintelligible gibberish. She watched as Claire returned from the bathroom, her fingers tracing along the silk cord, until the met the bands that had been threatening to trap her breasts. "Oh My!" Claire exclaimed, "I see what you were doing, and here I thought you absolutely hated girls with artificial breasts. Now I know how much you wanted to be like them" "But I don't" was Kate's mental cry, "It was just a test" she thought, knowing full well that Claire was ignoring her gagged cries. At that moment the vibes kicked in again, taking her mind of Claire, and back to her predicament. Her thighs were aching, and she knew that the next time all three set off together would be the time she came. Already she'd lasted longer than she thought she would have managed, the threat of the bands had been just enough to hold her off from making it. As she concentrated on the feelings deep within her, and tried to block out the terrible tugging on her breasts, she watched, fugue like as Claire walked past her, and deftly removed the key from the hook. "I'm sorry Kate, but I really want to see how this works out" was Claire's response to the question in her eyes. "I've often lain in bad, listening to your furtive movements, wondering how I could ensnare you, and all the while all I had to do was to wait and you'd fall into my hands" With that, Claire quickly dived into the bathroom and returned with a bottle of baby oil. "Let me help" Claire cooed cruelly, liberally covering her hands with the oil. Kneeling beside Kate, Claire then gently took her straining breasts in hand, and softly massaged them, working the oil into the taught, stretched flesh. "Doesn't that feel good?" she asked, as she slowly cupped her hands and started to gently squeeze her tits, squeezing them as if she were milking a cow. Kate found she couldn't disagree. The feel of Claire's hands as they massaged her aching breasts was such a pleasant and unexpected turn on. Claire tilted her head, seeming to listen to the pitch of the vibrators as they kicked in, one after another until all three were working their magic on Kate's trapped body. Claire could visibly see Kate's struggle with the sensations that were running through the centre of her being, and the strain of keeping her breasts free of the bands that would trap them. Judging her moment to perfection, Claire put her hand between Kate's shoulder blades, and pressed down firmly, forcing Kate's torso towards the floor. Kate couldn't resist the pressure, and she felt her oiled breasts slip into the bands. "Oh My God!" Kate thought as she felt the bands constrict her breasts as they slipped onto them. "Claire, STOP!" she tried to say, but if Claire understood, she showed no signs of obeying. The feel of the bands as they slid along her taught breasts and permanently trapped them was the final straw, and Kate could feel her orgasm building deep within her. She forgot what was happening to her, what it would mean for her future, and instead just concentrated on the feelings, from the vibes in her ass, pussy and on her clit, to the feel of the cool metal as it slipped around her breasts. With a guttural cry, her hips started to buck as she came, and came hard. Her whole body felt as if she were on fire. She could feel herself make it time and time again, until she was totally lost in the intense feelings that were coursing through her. Some dim part of her brain was vaguely aware that she had clumped down, and with Claire's help her nipples too were now banded. Her limbs were still trembling as Claire undid all the cuffs and clamps, freeing her, before helping her onto the bed. She could feel Claire's fingers tracing around the bands, stroking and fondling her breasts which were now turning a fetching shade of pinky purple. "Now Kate" Claire cruelly cooed, "We both know what you've done, and I think that this will be the beginning of a beautiful relationship." Kate's Test Ch. 02 Kate knew that she was very lucky in that Claire hadn't pressed herself on her while she was in that vulnerable state; instead Claire had just given her a look, a look that was cool and very calculating. Kate could feel the heat of Claire's eyes as she drank in the image of her, and in the end, she had to look away, her eyes downcast, wishing for Claire to leave. Eventually she heard the door close and she was alone again, left with the certain knowledge that she had taken the first step upon a journey, and she had no idea where it was leading. As she started to put away all her toys and makeshift equipment, Kate realized that her new breasts, well not new exactly, but reshaped breasts were going to take a little getting used to. No longer did they gently bobble as she walked; they remained firm and full, jutting stiffly out in front of her. As Kate stood in front of the mirror, turning from side to side, her eyes took in her new look. Her breasts were a fetching shade of ruddy pink, contrasting against her pale skin. They stood high on her chest, a bit higher than normal, the nipples sticking straight out, like two little buttons. Kate tried jumping up and down and wasn't surprised to find that they remained firm and unmoving, at least, she thought, she could run without needing a sports bra, one good thing she supposed, not that she ran for fun anyway. It wasn't until a few days later that Kate realized that maybe she'd gone too far with her fantasy. Her clothing was the first of her problems that she had to address. She tried on one of her t-shirts, but all that did was attract attention to her reshaped breasts. The material clung snugly to every enforced curve, no longer reaching her waist. Her banded nipples tried to poke holes through the material, and it didn't take too much of a close look to see the bands that encircled her nipples. She tried on top after top, some tighter than others, but all they did was to attract attention to her breasts, and especially her nipples. Having said that, Kate had to admit to her secret self that the image she saw looking back at her in the mirror was sexy, in a very skanky way. As she turned round and round, viewing herself, she couldn't help but feel the first stirrings in her pussy. She could feel her labia start to swell, pressing against her waking clit. Standing in profile, looking at her jutting breasts, she watched her face colour in a heady mix of embarrassment and arousal as she imagined walking through the mall, letting all the horny teenagers get a good look at her. "Not just yet" Kate thought, not really ready to go out dressed like, well she wasn't quite sure what, but it certainly wasn't decent. After the tighter tops, Kate tried on her loose ones, shirts that could just be tied at the waist, old, loose jumpers and the like. While they had the desired effect of hiding just how firm and high her breasts were, they brought their own problems. As she walked around her room, getting used to the new feelings coursing through her, she realized that the material ever so slightly shifted as she walked. The effect of that little movement on her heightened nipples was electric. Every shift in her top brought the feel of each individual thread as it rubbed across her taught nipples. It felt like her pussy and nipples were connected to the same electric circuit. The more she moved around, the more her nipples were rubbed, and the faster her pussy flooded with her juices, and the more turned on she became. In the end she settled into a routine, although settled didn't adequately describe her situation. While at class, she wore her loosest tops, trying to hide from her classmates her changed breasts, although this had the effect of distracting her. By the time she walked from the dorm to the class, she could feel the tops of her thighs slick with her juices, and her clit would be throbbing with an aching need to make it. She soon found that giving in to that need was a mistake. Kate could remember her first class and the desperate need she had to orgasm by the time she managed the walk to class. She could barely sit still, listening to the lecturer drone on and on, all the while her mind was distracted by the sensations flowing from her breasts to her aching pussy. Eventually the class ended and she almost ran to the restrooms, eager to find an empty stall, eager to relieve the ache between her thighs. Closing the door with a slam, Kate slumped down onto the seat and quickly hoisting her skirt up around her waist, she exposed her swollen pussy to her quick and eager fingers. Resting the index and ring fingers on either labia, she let her middle finger slip between her swollen lips. Kate bit down on a moan as she felt her finger make contact with her clit, a clit so swollen that she was sure she could feel the ridges on her finger as she lightly ran the tip over her button-like clit. It only took a moment for her finger to work its magic. She let out a low, shuddering groan as she came hard. Letting herself make it turned out to be a mistake though, after she came down off her high, Kate realized that her body was even more sensitive, the slightest touch almost being too much to bear. The brush of her top against her breasts and nipples changed from an arousing caress to the most exquisite torture. Every shift sent shivers through her as her body tried to respond to the caress of the material. But she was spent and even that light touch was too much. After that, Kate had to settle for being permanently turned on in class, always trying to sit alone, so that her classmates wouldn't get too close and realize just how aroused she was. If class was bad, then sharing her room with Claire was worse. She couldn't remember Claire being around so much before but she hadn't paid too much attention to Claire's comings and goings. Now it seemed that Claire was up and around before her, and she was there when she got back from class. It seemed to Kate that Claire didn't want to leave her alone for a moment, and that was damn frustrating. The only thing that made the situation bearable was the fact that, although Clair couldn't take her eyes off her breasts, she didn't make a move on her. Instead, Claire just let her eyes do the talking while Kate was uneasy with what she saw there. It got so bad for her that Kate started to avert her eyes, usually fixating on a spot on the floor, anything to avoid that predatory look. In her heart she knew that such behaviour, instead of putting Claire off, would in all likelihood attract her even more, but she couldn't seem to break herself of this newly forming habit. It was so much easier not to look at her when they talked than to see that desire. As the days passed, Kate's thoughts couldn't help revisit the self bondage session that had gotten her into this state. Although she was finding it tougher than she thought she would, she found that she really did enjoy the feeling of near permanent arousal. She could feel the need to be restrained building up in her again, if only Claire would leave her some time alone. The desire for some serious self-bondage was becoming almost unbearable, when Kate had a lucky break. Returning to their rooms, Kate found a note from Claire, telling her that she had been called away on a family emergency and that she'd be back tomorrow. Claire ended the note with, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Kate couldn't decide whether this was a challenge or a dare. She decided that she would risk this being some sort of a set up. After all, she knew that Claire had designs on her and didn't put it past her to fake the note so that she could come back and surprise her again. Nevertheless, she had been turned on all day and here was an opportunity to indulge herself, albeit a somewhat risky indulgence. Deciding that she had no time to waste, she dashed into her room, and feeling a little bit daring, she quickly put on her ball gag. There was something helplessly decadent about the feel of the cool rubber as it forced her jaws apart, making her salivate uncontrollably. Just this tiny act set her heart racing and her clit was throbbing, hard. Her mind racing ahead to what she could manage. Kate guessed that Claire would be gone for a good few hours, and maybe all night, but assuming an all-nighter might be a terrible miscalculation. Working deftly, she took her string and the keys to her wrist cuffs, and went into the kitchenette, and she set about freezing the key into a block of ice. She'd carefully marked out on the plastic container how much time it would take for the ice to melt and for the key to drop, and not wanting to tempt fate, she regretfully poured only enough water for an hours time. She wished it could be longer but she didn't want Claire to find her helpless again. While the ice froze, she quickly assembled the rest of her bondage gear, the spreader bar, the butt plug, the ankle and wrist cuffs, chain, and her clover clamps. Nodding to herself as she checked off all the toys she needed, she cursed when she realized that she'd almost forgotten her vibe, briefly turning it on, checking the batteries. Her first task was to thread the chain through the eyebolt that she had found when she first moved into the room, taking care that the chain slid freely. To one end of the chain, she attached the wrist cuffs; to the other she attached the clover clamps. Walking quickly back into the kitchen she saw that the rapid freezer had done its work and her key was safely frozen in its block of ice. She deftly tied the free end of the string to the eyebolt so that the ice hung freely. Now all she had to do was wait an hour and her key would drop into her hands. Stripping, she wasn't surprised to find that the tops of her thighs were coated with her juices. She had been trying to ignore the hard, insistent ache that demanded release; she wanted to draw this out as long as possible, well for about an hour actually, before she came. Her clit was hard, throbbing in time to her pulse and Kate felt so turned on, so naughty. The threat of Claire's return was adding a dangerous edge to her play. Stepping into the spreader bar, she bent down and quickly did up the ankle restraints. She would have smiled but for the gag, as she felt the strain in her thighs as the bar held her legs widespread. Pausing only a moment, she turned on her rabbit vibe and slowly slid it along her slightly parted inner lips. The feel of the vibrations passed to her clit through her labia, almost, but not quite, tipping her into an orgasm. She let the tip tease her, feeling the head as it swirled in its circular motion, before slowly sliding it deep in her. She let out a little moan as the vibe filled her completely, diving deep into her wet pussy. A little twist and she could feel the ears of the rabbit nestle against her demanding clit, sending a fresh source of vibration through her. Tensing the muscles buried deep within her, she gripped the vibe to keep it from falling out. She knew that this would be a challenge but if she used her panties to keep the evil toy in her, then she would make it all too fast. Taking a breath, she reached round and slid the plug against her ass. This part always made her feel naughty and decadent. The cool steel as the tip of the plug pressed against her tight sphincter sent a shiver through her, almost distracting her from keeping the vibe buried deep within her. She pressed just a little and groaned in pleasure as the plug forced its way into her ass, adding to the full feeling. She could feel the vibe pressing against the thin membrane that separated her two toys, and the movement as the vibe swirled in her was almost too much. She desperately needed something to distract her mind a little, or this would be one of her shortest sessions. She could feel her orgasm building, insistent and demanding immediate relief, but she wanted to ride this sexual high a little while longer. Taking the clover clamps, she opened the jaws, and settled them onto her nipples, as near the base of each as the rings around them allowed. She let out a sharp hiss of pain as the clamps bit, temporarily setting her orgasm back. Kate knew her own body too well though and she knew that soon, the bite of the clamps would transform into exquisite pleasure, adding to the building heat between her thighs. After a quick check that she hadn't forgotten anything, she raised her arms, and slipped them into the awaiting cuffs. Now her arms were held high above her head, held there by the chains that attached them to the clamps. Any lowering of her arms now would tug on the clamps, squeezing and tugging on her nipples even further. As she swayed there, concentrating on keeping her muscles taut, holding her vibe deep in her, she could feel the ache in her breasts and nipples slowly change, transforming into a new sexy feeling. Experimentally, she lowered her arms a little, seeing just how the clamps would respond, and immediately raised them again, as they bit into her tender nipples a little too hard. Instead, she concentrated on the play between the vibe and her butt plug, revelling in the sensations that were coursing through her. Lowering her arms a little, she rode the fine line between pain and pleasure, always edging a little closer towards her long awaited relief. She could feel her juices slipping past the vibe and coating her thighs where they cooled in the slight draft of the air conditioning. Closing her eyes, she let herself go, and let the insistent need take over, carefully juggling her arms to bring the right amount of pressure on her aching nipples. She could feel the ears of the rabbit caress her clit, taking her towards what she was sure would be an explosive orgasm. Just as she reached the point of no return, the rabbit let out a shudder and slowed right up, barely moving in her, its movements not enough to give her that final push. Kate's mind raced, "This shouldn't be happening," she thought, "I put in new batteries last week and I haven't used it that much since." It was damn frustrating; her vibe had gone from a source of increasing pleasure to a demon toy that was keeping her on edge without letting her make it. She raised her head and looked at the ice, and saw that her key was almost free, she'd only have to endure this for a couple of minutes longer, then she could free her arms and use her hands to bring herself to the long awaited release that she so desperately craved. Try as she might, the thrice damned vibe was keeping her just on edge enough, horny enough that she knew it wouldn't take much to bring her off, but not enough to allow her to make it in her current situation. Finally, the key dropped and Kate pounced on it, eager to free her arms from the chains. She was looking forward to burying her fingers deep in her aching pussy, quickly stroking and circling her clit until she made it. Grabbing the key wasn't too difficult and she slid the key home, eagerly awaiting the welcome click that would announce her freedom. Try as she might, the key wouldn't turn! Puzzled, Kate tried the other cuff thinking that this was just a temporary setback, but the key didn't work in the other cuff either. Desperately, Kate racked her mind, trying to make sense of the situation, but she couldn't. She kept the keys secure, clearly marked, so that this sort of accident couldn't happen. The ringing of the phone broke her introspection and her heart dropped like a stone when she heard Claire's dulcet tones as the phone switched to voice mail. "Kate, not sure if you're hearing this, but I thought I'd give you a chance, that is if you weren't too eager to make use of my absence." Kate heard a wicked giggle as she continued, "I was a little naughty. I swapped your keys around. See you soon, bye." Kate's head swam with the news, Claire had sabotaged her keys, setting her up for who knows what and in her haste to take advantage of her absence, and she'd fallen right into her trap. Kate didn't have long to wait until she heard a key in the lock and that, in itself, was very suspicious. It was as if Claire had been watching her all along, waiting for the right moment to strike. She could only stand there as Claire entered the room, a wicked grin on her face and a set of keys in her hand. "My, my, what's this?" she asked as she stopped in front of Kate. "I see that you couldn't resist after all." With that, she reached out a hand, and slowly, slid the vibe part way out of her, before sliding it back and then whipping it out. Kate couldn't take her eyes off Claire's hand as she slowly brought the vibe up to her mouth and parted her lips, letting her tongue slide slowly along the length of the vibe tasting Kate's fresh juices. "Hmm," Claire said, "pre-orgasmic, if I'm not mistaken. It seems that I'm just in time." With that, Claire causally tossed the vibe to the floor. Kate couldn't believe her eyes or ears; her mind, also, was racing with Claire's comment. Kate struggled to comprehend how Claire could tell from just a taste that she hadn't made it. As if she was a mind reader, Claire added, "Don't worry pet, you'll learn in time to tell the difference." With those worrying remarks, Claire disappeared into her own room, returning after a moment, holding in her hand something small and shiny. She stood close in front of Kate, well inside her personal space, almost threateningly close. Her eyes tracked Claire's hand as it brought the shiny object close, and Kate recognized it as a ring, a ring that matched the ones she currently wore around her breasts and nipples. Seeing the dawning realization in her eyes, Claire added, "That's right. This tiny ring is to complete your set." With that, she stepped back, turned and disappeared into Kate's room. In a mater of moments, she returned with one of the heavy clamps Kate had used earlier, and the vacuum. It became obvious to Kate that Claire had practiced this moment and she watched as Claire attached the ring to the tip of the vacuum nozzle, and then to the clamp. Adjusting it slightly, Claire pointed the nozzle right between Kate's widespread legs, the ring and vacuum pointed straight at her clit. Kate couldn't take her eyes off the ring, and the threat that it promised. She knew by experience that having her breasts and nipples permanently bound was tough enough, but if her clit were bound the same way, then she'd be a slave to her clit, an engorged clit that would demand relief almost every waking moment. Shaking her head, she tried to convey to Claire that she wasn't going to play, but the gag muffled all intelligible communication. Claire raised her hand and patted Kate on the cheek, "Just remember the choice is all yours," she said, before lowering her hand and raking her nails along to top of Kate's right breast. The shock of the touch made Kate start and she felt the vacuum press into her sex, almost trapping her before she had a chance. With a jerk, she thrust her hips back, freeing her clit from the lure of the suction. Kate watched as Claire settled onto the sofa and slowly slides her left hand up and under her t-shirt. She couldn't believe it; Claire was going to use her predicament as a way of getting off. Kate could not take her eyes of Claire's hand as it slowly disappeared under her shirt. The way the material stretched to accommodate her hand as it made it's way towards her breast was hypnotic. She felt herself starting to respond to this sexy sight. She tried to take her eyes off Claire, but every time her gaze shifted, Claire would let out a little moan, attracting her attention again. Kate wasn't too surprised when she saw Claire undo the tops of her jeans and slide her other hand between her legs. Kate felt slightly ashamed to be used this way, as a living image for someone to get off. Even as she thought this, her body betrayed her with a fresh stirring in her loins. It seemed that her clit had a mind of its own, and it so desperately wanted relief, even if that relief brought consequences. Kate's Test Ch. 02 Kate had to admit that Claire made a sexy sight as she lay on the couch, her hands hidden from direct view, but the way her top and jeans moved left little to the imagination. Claire's breathing shortened as she came closer to her orgasm and Kate found herself breathing in time, her body synchronizing with Claire's. As close as she was, she realized that she couldn't just make it like this and that damned ring was going to be needed to bring her off. Gently she thrust her hips forward, trying to balance the feel of the ring as it vibrated against her clit and the suction that threatened to trap her. She just about managed to get it so that the ring was stimulating her towards a great orgasm without slipping onto her clit when Claire opened her eyes, and taking in the situation told her, "Cum for me Kate, cum for me." Claire's hand seemed to writhe quicker and quicker as she played with herself, her eyes drinking in the sight of the helpless Kate, and Kate found herself thrusting her hips against the ring in time with Claire. With a low growl, Claire orgasmed, her limbs trembling as she got off on the sight of Kate and her predicament. The sight and sound of Claire's orgasm tipped Kate over the edge. She could feel the tight metal band slipping onto her clit but she no longer knew nor cared. The feeling as her clit was squeezed into the ring was sheer heaven as she started to cum. Her clit was thumping in time to her pulse as her blood fought it's way past the constricting band, magnifying the intensity of her release. Kate was crying out "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" as one orgasm followed another. She'd never been multi-orgasmic before but the feel of the tight ring as it hit the base of her clit, leaving the tip swollen and exposed. The vacuum was sucking cool air past the incredibly sensitive tip, sending fresh waves of pleasure shooing through her. Her thighs were trembling with the strain of keeping her upright as she kept on cumming. In a daze, she hung her head, totally spent. Her limbs felt so weak, as if she'd ran a marathon. She barely noticed when Claire pressed the right key into her hand, and left her there, along with the parting words "You're definitely a keeper!" Kate's Test Ch. 03 I absolutely love the two chapters of "Kate's Test" by lofwyrkp, and decided, I am going to continue the story. If you like it, Part 4 is already lurking somewhere on my mind. -------------------------- Kate's Test Part 3 For one week now Kate was in heavenly hell. Since she had the band on her clit, she was barely thinking straight. Claire still left her mostly alone, but the looks she was throwing at her have changed. Not so much predatory anymore, not like a hunter looking for its prey. The looks Claire was casting at her were now more of a fine connoisseur sampling her newest acquisition. But nevertheless, Kate was still left on her own, Claire has still not made her final move, was still watching. Kate, who already had to struggle with daily life when she had only four titanium rings putting her body into special bondage, was barely able to follow classes now. Since she had the fifth ring, bonding her clit, she was a puppet on a string, and the puppeteer was her own clit. In the last days her clit had grown in size, was maybe one inch long, and the protective hood was held back by the ring. This resulted in her being in constant bliss, her sensitive clit being caressed by the skirts she was wearing now, to put as little pressure as possible on it. On every move, she felt bolts of electricity flashing from her clit to her brain. On the second day after the clit-ring was taking hold of her, she thought that maybe her clit would get used to it, getting less sensitive, without the hood protecting it, but it didn't look like it. Today was even worse than any day before, she had just managed to 'survive' the first class of the day – chemistry – and was heading for English lit in the building on the other side of the campus. On each step her skirt was caressing her elongated clit, and the baggy top tucked on her nipples in sync. She was already dripping wet, early in the morning. All her thoughts circled around getting release, somehow, quickly, NOW. But she had already learned that just frigging herself to an orgasm didn't really help. What she needed, what she wanted, she could not really understand, but her thoughts kept coming back on that scene where Claire was masturbating in front of her, telling her to cum for her, while she was in heavy bondage. Just thinking about making Claire masturbate, that she somehow had the power to make Claire horny, was a major turn-on. She badly wanted that feeling back, when she was tied and helpless, watching Claire playing with herself. She got butterflies in her stomach just thinking about it, and her pussy was leaking. With a moan she finally sat down at her desk, struggling against an orgasm she could feel building up in her clit. That was another change in her, since she had the band around her clit. Until she got the clit ring, when she could feel an orgasm building up, she had that feeling starting deep down in her pussy, slowly spreading out, reaching for her clit, and she came when the feeling was reaching her clit. Now it all started in her clit, the feeling spreading out from there, going up to her brain and crawling back down to her stomach. And since her clit was constantly teased, it was more like she was pre-orgasmic 24/7, her line of thought constantly being bent to sexual images of bondage – and of Claire. She managed it through the rest of the classes; the worst was always walking to another room, being almost her normal self, while sitting, moving as little as possible. The way back home was bringing her into a state of sexual frustration, her nipples tried to poke holes into the sweater and were hurting from the constant rubbing and tugging of it. She entered the room and was happy to see that Claire wasn't there. "I can't take it anymore" she was thinking, desperate. "I need to cum, I need to play with myself." First of all, she needed to get rid of her clothes. Her nipples were on fire, and her clit had turned her pussy into a faucet. Juices were running down her legs, her labia were swollen and sensitive and if she didn't get out of her clothes right now, she had the feeling that she would just faint. In her present state she didn't even care about Claire coming home soon or anything else. Walking to her bed, she pulled the sweater with one quick motion over her head and got rid of her skirt. Breathing heavily, feeling her heart beat in her throat and her ears, she just dropped on her bed, frantically rubbing her clit. "I want to cum, I want to cum, I want to cum", somehow this mantra had kicked out any other thought. She kept flicking her clit, expecting to cum any moment, being for hours in a pre-orgasmic state, but she just couldn't cum. "I want to cum, I want to cum, I want to cum", someone was saying out loud in a desperate voice. Only after awhile, she realised it was herself. "Oh my god, what's wrong with me" she was asking herself "I can't cum". She started to sob. Being on the brink of an orgasm, and not able to cum, was just too much. Jumping from bed, she frantically ran to grab the key to her trunk, and opened it, looking for items that could help her to her much needed orgasm. In her aroused state it had completely dropped out of her mind that Claire could walk in any minute, all she could think of was getting release. She took out her handcuffs, a blindfold, her favourite gag, ankle locks and several rods, that fixed together made a nice spreader bar. The priced item of the growing collection of 'little helpers' was a huge dildo that she had bought some months earlier but never used because of its intimidating size. It didn't look like a penis, just a plain rounded cylindrical shape, but it had an extension. When Kate bought this monster, she wanted it the moment she saw it. It would fit nicely to her bondage games, she had thought back then. The main part was 'only' 8 inches long, but it was a staggering 6 inches in diameter. It was so big it would never fit into her pussy. But that was just fine with her, because it had an extension on top, like a second much smaller dildo. That added another 3 inches and was 1 inch thick. On the base of the monster was a special suck cap, guaranteed to never let go, until one pulled the release lever. This thing looked really weird, and most would say, "it's not useable", but for Kate it meant stimulation with the smaller part, while threatening herself with the huge part. She loved such mind games while doing her self-bondage sessions. The plan was to attach it to the side of the desk and fuck herself doggie-style, while being gagged and hand-cuffed. In the end she had just chickened out and left the monster untouched – until today. Unlike the other games she had played before, this time it wasn't planned, she just came up with ideas as she went along. First she gagged herself, placed the blindfold just above her eyes, to be pulled down as one of the last things to do and attached the handcuffs to her left wrist, letting it hang there for now. Already those few items made her knees weak and her heart beat like mad. While holding the dildo in her hand, she had a sudden idea how to add an element of threat and pressure. She went to her trunk again and fetched four nipple clamps and some rope. Putting all her remaining items on the end of the bed she rubbed a part of the floor clean so that the suction cup would hold well. The space between the bed and her desk was about 4 feet wide and just about right for her plan. She measured the distance from there to a nail on the wall with the rope and added several feet to that length. Cutting four separate lines of that length from the rope, she tied one nipple clamp to each line, placing those ends on the floor and letting the other ends hang from the nail on the wall. After that she set the spreader bar to a bit more than shoulder width and laid it down on the floor, over the lines with the nipple clamps. The final preparation, before she could set everything in motion was to tie a knot in the loose ends of the lines hanging from the nail and hanging a weight from it. The weight sat on the ground, pulling the nipple clamps away, but not too much. Now everything had to go quickly. She took the monster dildo and fastened it with the suction cup to the floor. Pulling on it, she found out that she couldn't pull it off, not even with both hands. Satisfied, she cuffed her ankles to the spreader-bar, standing right above the dildo, leaned over to grab the nipple clamps and pulled hard to lift the weight at the other end some 10 inches from the ground. Since the lines went under the spreader-bar before going to the wall, the clamps got pulled downwards. A pair of lines she let run to the left of the dildo and the other pair to the right, and – holding her breath – clipped them to each of her inner pussy lips. Ouch that hurt! The clamps were really biting into her sensitive flesh, and her small inner lips got pulled down by the weight, spreading her lips to a thin 2 inches and slightly going outwards. Finally she used her ankle-cuffs to tie her feet to the bed and the desk. She was now standing there, her feet held immobile by the spreader-bar and the ankle-cuffs, her dripping quim maybe 10 inches above the huge dildo, spread open painfully with the help of the nipple clamps, gagged, and now just about to pull the blind-fold over her eyes and to cuff her hands behind her back. She had bought new hand-cuffs after Claire had switched the keys, the new ones had a built-in timer and opened automatically. No more getting caught by Claire! She set the time to '30', blindfolded herself and locked the handcuffs behind her back. When she heard the faint 'click' of the lock, she moaned into her gag. Now she was completely helpless, couldn't move one bit, didn't see anything, and already her pussy-lips were screaming for release. The only way to ease the pain was to bend her knees, bringing the weight down on the ground – and also her quim close to the dildo, but not touching it. The meanest part about it all was, that this way her labia didn't get pulled to extreme length, but after a few minutes her muscles started to shake from the unnatural posture, with somewhat bent legs. After 15 minutes her legs were really shaking and the only thing she could do, to prevent herself squatting down (on the dildo!) was to straighten herself up, but therefore pulling painfully on her labia. She grunted, when the clamps bit down on her soft flesh pulling them down. Giving in quickly she bent her legs again but this time her muscles were hurting so much, that she just couldn't control them so well anymore. She felt the thin part of the dildo getting shoved up her wet cunt, sending a shock of electricity though her body. She moaned into her gag with pent up sexual desire and couldn't resist her urge to get more of the dildo into her cunt. Suddenly she felt the six inch thick base touching her flesh and she panicked. She was really scared of what could happen, she simply didn't believe that she could take something with SIX fucking inches in diameter. She pushed herself up again – or at least tried to. Her legs just shook and her muscles refused to comply. She spent too much time standing with bent knees, only concentrating on saving her labia from getting pulled down. The thin part of the dildo was well up into her cunt, the thick part pushing against her, and she couldn't get up! She was screaming into her gag, shaking her hand-cuffs in desperation, but they didn't let go. She tried to figure out how much longer she had to suffer through all this, swallowing hard. At that moment she heard the door open and someone stepping in. That could only be... "Hello Kate, my darling" Claire purred into her ear, raking a finger nail over her flat sweaty belly. Kate wanted to cry, talk and run away in the same time. "It took you awhile to offer yourself again to me in such a nice way, pet" Claire whispered next to her "but finally you did. And this time I am going to accept your offer". Claire removed the blindfold and Kate had to close her hurting eyes from the sudden brightness. She was breathing hard, and her legs demanded her attention again, pushing the humiliating scene to the back of her mind. Her body weight slowly, oh so slowly started to push her onto the dildo, she could feel her cunt slowly getting pushed open, her lips getting more and more spread. Claire could see how the huge base of this monster-cock started to push Kate's labia into her cunt, and quickly removed the nipple clamps. "I don't think we need those anymore" she purred. When Kate opened her eyes to look at her captor, she saw her putting her notebook down on the desk, facing her. On the flat screen she saw – herself! Claire must have hidden a webcam somewhere in the bookshelf, and had known very well, when to enter the scene. After setting down the notebook, Claire stepped again behind her and fiddled with her handcuffs. Did she want to release her? Hope shot up in Kate. When it made 'click' Claire said: "Just switching off your timer, pet, we don't want the show to end, no?" Not stopping there, she opened the spreader bar and the ankle-cuffs and pulled her Kate's feet from under her. That made Kate immediately fall down a full inch on the dildo, pushing muscles to the side she hadn't even known were there. Kate just wanted to die, what could she do? She was stuck, in the purest sense of the word, and no help in sight. She tried to talk through her eyes, begging Claire to release her, but to no avail. Slowly she could feel the dildo sliding deeper into her, her pussy lips stretched to the tearing point, her cunt spread like never before. It hurt, awfully, but in the same time, she started to feel 'good' somehow. She felt a hot feeling spread from her pussy all over her body, and even though her clit was left alone, she could feel that an orgasm was slowly building up, while that monster claimed more and more of her. Claire was walking over to her bed, laying down on it. Keeping at the head-end of it, she was almost in front of Kate. "Come on, Kate, let go. Take that monster like you should. Fuck yourself for me. Show me that you can take it." She started to undress herself, while she was watching Kate. Kate couldn't avert her eyes. Claire was undressing herself in front of her, going to masturbate, because of what was going on. She felt suddenly so good. Finally she was able to make Claire needy again. She could feel something go click in her head, and finally understood what was preventing her from cuming. She wanted, no, she needed Claire with her. She needed to play with herself while Claire was watching. She wanted to make Claire cum, just from watching her. Claire was by now completely undressed and leaning against the wall, her legs spread as wide as possible, slowly stroking her pussy lips and rubbing her clit. She made sure Kate saw all of this, and whispered softly "Come on, Pet, fuck yourself for me. Get this thing up your cunt completely." Upon hearing this, Kate moaned softly into her gag and let go, slowly sliding down on the monstrous dildo, impaling her like an elephant's prick. She felt more than full, she felt like being slowly cut in half and she had completely forgotten about the thinner part of the dildo. Her pussy lips were completely pushed into her, drawn by the log being pushed into her quim. She was shaking like in fever, looking down with astonishment, seeing that rod not only slowly disappearing into her, but also saw how her belly got pushed out by it filling her up, as if she were pregnant. She felt so full, as if it would come out of her mouth any minute. The deviant view of this huge *thing* disappearing into her alone made her almost cum. She moaned into the gag and grunted endlessly. Suddenly her eyes flew wide open and her heart missed a beat. The thin part of the dildo (as if 1 inch is thin!) hit the bottom. She had never felt anything like that, no cock has ever reached her cervix. It felt so great when the soft round tip rubbed her closed cervix. She pulled air through her nose in short gasps, and felt an orgasm hit her. She grunted and shook and looked into the eyes of Claire while she came. It was the weirdest orgasm she could imagine. Stronger than any before, but somewhat 'handicapped' because her cunt, which usually was milking and grabbing whatever was in her quim, was stretched to its limit and didn't do anything, couldn't contract at all. Claire was really enjoying herself, slowly stroking her pussy lips and fucking her quim with two fingers, licking them from time to time. When she saw Kate cumming, she cooed, encouraging her to go on. She knew that Kate couldn't see what she saw: There were still something like 3 inches to go, and hell would freeze over before Kate would be able to prevent the inevitable. While Kate had her orgasm, she kept on slowly sliding down on the rod. Actually, the only thing that was still slowing down that progress, was the tremendous girth itself. A thinner dildo would already be up her twat to the hilt. Sliding farther down on that trunk meant one thing for Kate, and suddenly she panicked. Switching from an immense orgasm to sheer panic made her mind go blank, and she grunted. She wanted to lift herself up from the dildo, but even without worn out muscles she could never have done that, with the dildo firmly impaling her. Her eyes rolled back, while the thin tip of the dildo slowly opened her cervix, sliding into her innermost part bit by bit. Feeling herself split in two like that was finally too much for Kate, she orgasmed again, this time falling into a coma, while her butt finally reached the floor, the dildo firmly inserted into not only her vagina but going right through her cervix. Kate's head lolled to one side, but she didn't fall, the dildo held her upright. Claire stopped playing with herself, and made sure, that Kate was breathing normally and that the dildo hadn't done any visible damage. Happy with what she saw, she opened the door to their room and said to a girl waiting outside: "Like I said, she's definitely a keeper. And keep her is what I am going to do." -------------- To be continued (?) Kate's Test Ch. 04 She motioned the girl to come in and said: "Come on, Stephanie, I think we have to get her off that monster dildo first, before you can start." They took hold of Kate and pulled her of the dildo, putting her on her bed, pushing everything on it aside. They set her up so that her legs were spread wide, her gaping open pussy on the edge of the bed. Claire looked doubtful "Do you think you can work on her like that?" Stephanie replied: "Let me first start with what you wanted on her belly, and let's see how quickly her cunt closes up again." "Okay, but remember what I told you, I want the letters so be large and easily readable like the headlines of a tabloid newspaper." Claire referred to the tattoo she had asked for. Stephanie was a still young, but renowned tattoo and piercing artist with a shop downtown. Steph got out her tattoo equipment and started with her task. In the meantime Claire was busy to hogtie Kate to the bed. Her arms to the bed posts at the wall, and her ankles to the posts in front, making sure that her knees were tied also, keeping her legs wide apart. She was barely making it before Kate started to wake up, feeling the pain from the needle on her belly. She first tried to lift her hands, and when she couldn't she tried to sit up. Failing to do so, she looked in panic at Claire and wanted to scream. Claire put a finger on her lips and just shook her head. Kate slowly closed her mouth again and looked with big eyes at the stranger tattooing her. She knew, she should fight or scream, but somehow Claire has silenced her simply by putting a finger on her mouth. Kate didn't understand what kind of power Claire was holding over her. She just knew she felt better when she did what Claire wanted. When Stephanie was done with the tattoo, Claire nodded her approval and said "Steph, I think you can start now with the clit piercing". She looked deep into Kate's eyes when she said it, and continued "You know, Kate, the ring on your clit, I think you never really looked closely at it, it has two holes on each side. That's for a piercing, which you will get now. With that piercing in place, you will never be able to remove the ring again, and it has some other advantages, too". She smiled somewhat cruelly and flicked her finger over Kate's clit. Kate didn't know if she should moan or scream. A clit piercing??? This is really getting the wrong way! "Please, Claire, I will do what you want, but not this!" She begged. "I will blindfold you know -- if I have to gag you, too, is up to you" was the only response, she got from Claire. Claire tied a scarf around her head and kissed her on the mouth: "Be strong, my darling, do it for me, make me proud", and Kate melted into her. Stephanie was getting out her piercing tools, and something that looked obscenely dangerous: A long but thin steel bar, like two inches long and fitting through the holes in the clit ring. She first punched a smaller needle through Kate's clit pulling a thread through it that in turn was used to pull the steel bar through both the new hole in Kate's clit and the clit band. Now the band was held by the needle. Pushing two small balls over both ends of the needle, and securing them with some kind of rivet, the new adornment to her clit was done. The two balls were fixed to the clit like a kind of dumbbell, and surely they would make the clit get stretched and turned with every step that Kate would be doing. No way to remove that unless Kate would willingly risk permanent damage to her clit. Claire smiled and thought of the other function of that it would provide. Just thinking of it and what it would mean to Kate made her pussy dripping wet, and her needy clit itch. After the tattoo and the piercing, Stephanie was almost done. She forcefully slipped two tight fitting thick aluminium rings over both of Kate's index fingers and told Claire that she was done for today. Kate was still suffering from the piercing but when she heard that, she just moaned anxiously. What else did Claire want this girl to do with her? Suddenly she felt a pair of lips pressed on her mouth, giving her a hard kiss, while playing with her nipples. Kate moaned and kissed back, not even knowing whom she was kissing. She heard someone leave and was getting scared that she would have to spend the night tied like she was. But then she felt someone working on her ties and Claire said "I am going to release you now. You may look at yourself and find out what's new on you." When finally released again, Kate heard the door open and close and then silence. Claire must have left, too. She carefully removed the blindfold with aching arms. Everything on her hurt: Her arms and legs from being stretched and tied, her clit awfully from the piercing, her belly from the tattoo, and her pussy still hurt from that dildo. Oh! The dildo! With all the stress after waking up again, she had forgotten about that 'episode'. She was worried that something might have done damage, and quickly went to the large mirror to check herself out. Even without really looking at the tattoo that tried to get her attention in the mirror, she looked at her pussy, still somewhat open and was amazed that she was still so stretched that it didn't want to close. But there was no blood and when she pushed two fingers inside, she couldn't feel anything weird and it didn't hurt as much as she feared. Her cunt got stretched to the limit, but not *over* the limit. Phew! With that worry off her mind, she quickly set her sight on her belly, and after figuring out what the mirrored writing meant, she staggered backwards and had to sit down. "Oh my god, what did she do to me" she moaned. She could never walk around like this. No more free belly, no bikini. Okay she has had a hard time with these things lately anyway, thanks to her breasts standing proud, but still... "Property of Claire" was written in tall easily readable letters on her belly. Everyone could read it from several metres away. Kate was in shock, and she was expecting herself to throw a fit any minute, but somehow she only had some butterflies flying around in her belly, while she looked at the tattoo. She had a feeling like it was 'good' to be put in place. She liked belonging to Claire and she realised that she has been waiting for quite a while for Claire finally stepping forward and claim her. Her pussy started to get wet again and agreed happily -- which brought her attention back to her pussy, but this time not concerned, but rather turned on. Looking at her clit she tried to understand this weird piercing she got. When someone would have told her about a clit piercing, she would have expected a cute little ring (she had actually been toying with that idea for awhile), but not this. Her long clit stood out an inch, with the titanium band holding the hood back, and the new rather heavy balls pulled her clit down. She was shocked to see how enflamed her clit was after the piercing. She hardly dared walking after looking at it, wondering how she should take care of the wound, with the ring and the steel bar in the way. To prevent the steel balls pulling her clit and keeping it enflamed she put on underwear for the first time since she had gotten the titanium band on her clit and went to sleep, exhausted from everything that has happened after she came from school. The next morning she woke up from the weirdest dreams of huge dildos, piercings, tattoos and being hog-tied to trees. At first she wasn't sure what is reality and what just a dream, but when her hand went to her pussy, she felt the rather large piercing in her clit, thankfully it didn't hurt so much anymore. She checked out Claire's bed and saw that she must have left already, without waking her up. Looks like she was still ignoring her. But then she saw an envelope on the bed, placed in such a way that Kate couldn't miss it. "KATE" was written on it. When she opened it, she found a sheet of paper with instructions how to clean her piercings and how to take care of the tattoo for the next days. That must come from that tattoo shop girl. But there was also a letter from Claire. "Dear pet, I had to leave early this morning, and decided for today I am not requiring your services. Before I left, I went through your clothes and sorted them a bit. I removed all the clothes that you must not wear anymore, and put in the top drawer the ones you're going to wear today. I understand that this is all new to you, so I am helping you, by telling you what you're going to wear from now on. Love, Claire" Kate gasped and jumped, naked as she was, to the cupboard. Opening it, she found it almost completely empty! Claire had simply removed all she could find, it seems. Opening the top drawer, she found some clothes and a sheet of paper on top of the thin pile: "Wear this, and nothing else". She let the paper fall on the flour and grabbed her clothes. It was a meagre assortment of her most revealing clothes, that she used to wear before her first 'accident', when she wanted to tease some cocks. A mini skirt so short that she could never bend over when wearing it, she never even dared wearing it with a G-string. A tight top, cut so short, calling it belly free would be calling a cruise ship a boat. Last time she wore it, one could see the lowest part of her bra. She had never put those revealing things on since she tried to hide her new boobs, and since her clit band kept her wet, sensitive and horny all the time. Claire wanted her to wear that??? Is she nuts? And with what kind of underwear, what would fit to that? Barely finishing that thought, she picked up the slip of paper from the floor again and just read it again "... and nothing else". She almost climbed into her cupboard, head first, and yes there was no underwear anywhere in sight. Claire had taken not only her sweaters and 'modest' clothes, she took all her underwear. Looking at the two pieces of cloth she was supposed to wear, then at the clock, and with a fatalistic shrug she started to put on the top and the mini skirt. She had no time anymore, and if she came late, she would end up in big trouble. With all her squirming around sitting at her place (horny as hell), and her running to the toilet (trying to frig herself to an orgasm) and her not being her usual observant self, people started to have an eye on her. She must not be late! Panicking, she raced for her sneakers, only finding her red fuck-me pumps, reserved for wild Friday night parties. Still somehow on fatalistic autopilot, she put them on and headed off for classes. Only when she hit the campus, being in bright sunlight, she started to realise how she must appear to others. Her proud full boobs were straining against her top, the lowest part her the globes clearly visible, the long banded nipples forming little tents. Her mini skirt was happily showing of the lower parts of her firm butt, and if she would not have shaved her pussy, one surely would have seen at least her beaver, she was sure. Blushing, she started to walk less confidently, trying to make little steps as not to make her skirt move too much. Seeing the guys watching her, tripping over their tongues, she felt a jolt of electricity race from her clit into her belly, and up to her throat. She swallowed hard, trying not to get too exited. Just a few more minutes, and she would be in class. While heading to the entrance of the building, she couldn't get the image of herself out of her head, walking around with no underwear, and the shortest of short skirts, and her breasts ready to be touched by anyone who would dare, standing out as they do, with the top barely reaching the lowest part of them. She could feel the tickles in her belly getting stronger, and her pussy getting wet. Without noticing it, her hips started to do an inviting dance while she walked, making all the guys drool, and not a few girls getting hot, too. She barely made it to her place before the teacher entered, but at least she had made it. On the other hand, she had to hurry so much, that she was now sitting in class, half naked, surely smelling pussy, and her overly sensitive clit was threatening to push her into an orgasm sooner or later. While walking, she found out how devilish the piercing on her clit works. When she had the titanium band holding back the hood, offering her love pearl to the world, she only had to struggle with the skirt rubbing on it every now and then. But now, with every single step she made, the weight of the piercing kept tugging on her clit, pulling on it like a lover might playfully do. And now, sitting down, she also quickly learned that the piercing jewellery was wide enough to force her to keep her legs open. If she closed them, the bar got twisted, really hurting her clit. She ended up having her knees more than a foot apart meaning anyone in front of her looking her way might be able to catch a glimpse of her dripping pussy. Lunch was simply a catastrophe, with her leaning heavily against the wall, while trying to quietly ride out the second or third orgasm that hit her. This piercing was really too much! By the time she was on her way home, she must have had like 6 orgasms, and her cum was covering the inside of her legs all the way down to her feet. At each break she had ran to the toilets, cleaning herself with tissue, and each time she just had ended up playing with herself, but never reaching an orgasm. Each time she tried to cum, she couldn't -- and when she was just walking the clit piercing made her cum. ------- Might get continued... Kate's Test Ch. 05 When she opened the door to their room, she saw Claire sitting on her bed flipping idly through a magazine. "Oh no" she thought – she never expected Claire to be there, seemingly evading her since the piercing. But there she was, smiling at her. "Hello Pet. It's good that you are on time, and I am happy to see you do as I told you. The tattoo suits you fine." Kate blushed and quickly closed the door behind her, dropping her bag on the floor. The damn tattoo – she had forgotten about it, with her mind being busy elsewhere, help captive by her clit. "You know, Claire, this tattoo is really... " "Shhhh", Claire put her finger on her lips. "Everything is just fine, Pet. You look so sexy with your big excited eyes, your tits on display and that cute pink colour of excitement on your face. You look like you just got caught having sex. You make me so hot!" While Claire praised her, she was starting to play with herself, fondling her breasts and nipples with one hand while her other hand had disappeared under her skirt. She looked a bit flushed herself by now. Kate swallowed hard, the butterflies in her belly were ready for take-off, her knees started to get weak. Claire was doing it again, using her to get off. She slowly sat down on her own bed opposite of Claire and kept on watching with growing excitement. Without noticing it, she mirrored Claire's movements on her own body, playing with her breasts and her wet pussy. Just one little tug on her short top had been enough to push it to her throat, shamelessly displaying her naked tits, held in bondage by the titanium rings. Claire immediately stopped playing with herself. She leaned forward and hissed, "And who allowed you to play with yourself? You stop this instant or you will be in big trouble." Kate stopped with a shocked face. She hadn't even really noticed what she was doing. Was she a pervert? Masturbating in front of another girl, her room mate. And... and... and how could she dare telling her to stop whatever she wanted to do? How could she forbid her to play with herself? There, the thought was finally in the open. She needed to cum badly, and she wanted to make herself cum, and Claire told her to stop! While she had been watching Claire playing with herself, she had the feeling that this was finally the moment she would be able to cum. She looked at Claire with big eyes and then slumped against the wall starting to cry. She could only cum when Claire was watching! She was under the spell of this witch Claire. And she was sure, if she didn't do what Claire wanted, she could never have an orgasm again. While Kate sat and cried bitterly, Claire came over to her and said, "Shhhh, my darling pet, don't cry. If you do as you're told, everything will be all right. I will take good care of you." Giving her little soothing kisses on her cheek, Claire started to play with Kate's nipples, pulling on them lightly. She hugged her tits, caressed them and gave them kisses too. Kate slowly stopped crying and leaned against Claire, moaning. Quickly she was on fire, and as her tears dried on her cheeks, her quim opened up and she got wet 'down there'. She wanted to touch her clit, but she didn't dare, with Claire so close. Desperately she spread her legs wide, inviting Claire to touch her, to play with her, but it did not happen. Claire just kept on playing with her tits, kissing her nipples, sucking on them, playfully biting on the titanium bands. When Kate was just a panting mess in her hands, she suddenly stopped and went back to her own bed. "Look at me" she said, "And don't you dare to touch yourself – EVER AGAIN." The last words were spit out at her like bullets. Kate heard them and jumped. Her legs were rhythmically squeezing against each other, her pelvis danced a slow blues, and she wanted to touch herself so badly. All the sexual stimulation during her day came down on her like a hammer, and she moaned desperately. She didn't dare to tough herself, and grabbed her blanket instead. "Look at me" Claire said, "Look into my eyes." Claire again started to play with herself, opening her legs, pushing her skirt up. With one hand she spread her labia, with her other hand she flicked her clit, getting wet quickly. Her smell of arousal hit Kate and added to her state of helpless arousal. When she tried to look directly at Claire's busy hands, Claire quickly caught her: "I SAID LOOK INTO MY EYES." Kate complied, and kept her eyes locked with Claire's. On the edge of her vision she could see movement; she could 'almost' see what Claire did, but not quite. She heard wet noises, and she smelled Claire's pussy. All the while, she kept staring into Claire's eyes, shaking with sexual need and desire. "Oh Kate," Claire whispered, "I am soon cuming. Do you want me to cum?" Kate nodded in a way that showed clearly that this nod came from some deeper layer of her mind. Some animalistic instinct made her nod, just a short hard nod. She was all flustered, panting, her eyes still locked with Claire's. Claire stopped playing with herself, and leaned forward. 'Don't be too hasty' she thought to herself, 'don't scare the doe off.' She slowly raised a hand, inviting Kate to take it. When she held Kate's hand, she slowly pulled her off her bed, making her stand up. "Just keep on looking into my eyes, and I will cum for you," she whispered. Sliding forward until her pelvis was on the edge of her mattress; she slowly leaned back and therefore pulled Kate closer to her bed, making her kneel down in front of her. She never left the eyes of her victim, keeping her under her spell. When her shoulders touched the wall, she was lying almost flat on her bed, still clasping Kate's hand. Kate, being held by Claire like that, had to follow Claire's hand, and ended up kneeling right in front of Claire's wide spread legs. She could smell the arousal of Claire, and her head started to spin. She was not a lesbian, she was not into women. No she was not. It smelled so good. A strong smell, unlike anything else, not even like her own scent. Strong, spicy, musky, earthly. It didn't smell like sex, it just smelled better than anything she had ever smelled before. Still looking into Claire's eyes, the scent was slowly taking her mind away, only leaving desires, needs and instincts. Claire could see in Kate's eyes a change, almost like a falling curtain. She whispered, "Come now, my pet, come and eat me. Make me cum, this is what you really want." Kate's eyes flickered from her own eyes down to her wet pussy and darted back up, looking at her again. Claire smiled encouraging and nodded almost imperceptive. Kate closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Then she looked at Claire's waiting pussy, and slowly leaned forward. The closer she came to her, the stronger was the smell. She started to feel the heat radiating from the engorged pussy lips. Her heart was beating in a slow but strong rhythm; she could feel it in her throat. Her own pussy was dripping; she surely made a mess on the floor. While her blood rushed in her ears she finally lost the battle and gave in. Quickly covering the last few centimetres, her lips touched Claire's clit, sucking it in. Claire felt fire shooting from her clit through her whole body, and she had to cry out. She had been waiting all those months for this moment. In her own way, she was in love with Kate since they started to share this room. Just that Claire's own way meant her dominating Kate completely. With Kate's lips kissing her quim, she would soon be under her will completely. The heady feeling of her successful conquest united with the electric bolts that Kate's ministrations sent through her body, and she came in one big explosion. She grabbed Kate's head and pushed her into her pussy, pressing her face into her, rubbing her nose over her quim, using Kate as she would a dildo. She was cuming hard, and spread her cum all over Kate's face who was struggling for air. Her actions slowed down after a moment and then she let go of Kate and lay there spent from a wonderful orgasm. Kate looked at Claire and couldn't believe what she just did. She didn't kiss a girl and like it, no she sucked on another girls clit until she came, and obviously she did a good job at that! Her stomach started to cramp, and she tried to wipe Claire's cum from her face. Claire sensed the change in Kate and quickly acted. "Kate, you were so wonderful." She pulled her on the bed next to her and took her face in her hands. "I am so glad to have you," she whispered. Giving Kate little loving kisses on her face, she asked, "Do you still want to cum?" Kate's pussy quickly jumped on that question, pushing all other thoughts on Kate's mind aside. She needed to come for days now, and here was the chance to get it. She eagerly nodded and said, "Oh yes Claire, please make me cum." Letting herself roll on her back, she spread her legs invitingly and tried to pull Claire closer. Claire let herself getting pulled over and started to play with Kate's nipples, pulling on them, pinching them lightly. Kate responded with encouraging noises and kissed Claire right on her lips. Forgetting all about how she should not like sex with another girl, she acted on instinct and kissed Claire with all the eagerness that her pussy sent through her body. Soon they were all over each other's bodies and made out like there was no tomorrow. Kate was panting, "Oh please Claire, make me cum." Claire continued her tender ministrations, all the while making sure not to touch Kate's pussy, setting Kate expertly on fire. While her hands roamed over Kate's body, she smiled at Kate and said, "I would love to make you cum – now and every day from now on. But I can only give so much to you, if you give yourself to me. Would you do that, Darling?" While asking this, she finally touched Kate's pussy lips, lightly tugging on them, fondling them. Kate started to see fireworks and almost came that moment. She grabbed Claire's hand and screamed, "Oh Claire, yes, please, I want to be yours, please make me cum, I am yours!" "Promise me to mine by body and soul. Make the tattoo on your belly come true! Promise to be mine, do as I say, and never ever touch yourself again, this pussy here is MINE." Claire whispered that on a very low tone right into Kate's ear, all the while caressing Kate's labia, rubbing them, pulling on them, and keeping her on the edge. When Kate nodded, she let go of her and fetched a little remote control from under the mattress. She pressed the remote into Kate's hand: "Here, if you're serious and give yourself to me unconditionally, press this button to show me you're serious. After that, I will allow you to cum, and I will make you cum, like you never did before." Kate was on the brink of cuming, and hardly heard what Claire said, desperate to get Claire back taking care of her quim. She took hold of the remote and just pressed the button... Kate's Test Ch. 06 ... and nothing happened. Kate had expected something significant in whatever way to happen, like the earth opening a hole and swallow her. But then... something happened. Claire was finally taking care of her! With one hand she took the remote out of Kate's hand and in the same time, she started kissing Kate's pussy. Then, after dumping the remote and having both hands free, she took Kate's outer labia and pushed them out and upwards, making Kate's elongated clit stick out even further. Claire stopped for a short moment to adore the sight and then sucked Kate's clit into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. Then she lapped at Kate's whole cunt with gusto, over the full length in slow long strokes. Kate was in heaven: Finally she got what she needed – attention for her hungry pussy. Her breathing became quick and she grabbed the blanket she was sitting on, and pulled on it with all might. She could feel an orgasm building up in her, and didn't want to cum too quickly. With all the waiting for it, she didn't want this moment to be over too quickly. She wanted to stay on the brink of orgasm, forever, sure in her feeling to be finally able to cum. Claire could feel Kate trying to resist and put all her attention back on Kate's clit, sucking it in, holding it with her lips, letting the tip of her tongue caress it in a slow circular motion. Kate responded to this by going over the edge, and finally having a much awaited orgasm, the first for many days. Her clit took over and her whole body shook in unison with her vagina doing gripping motions. Claire was holding her, while Kate was riding out her orgasm, and when she could feel Kate regaining control of her senses and her body, she let go of her and stood up. "Kate, my darling, now that you gave yourself to me I will take good care of you. But I know that you love masturbating too much, and I do not allow you to play with my property, which is you." She grinned at her and continued, "Listen up, I have a few rules for you, and I want to explain something to you." Kate, upon hearing this, quickly shook off the last waves of her orgasm that still were travelling through her body, and looked at Claire warily. "That clit piercing that keeps you so nicely on the edge, is not only heavy and large to do what it did to you all the time. There's more to it, and now that you gave yourself to me and pushed that release button on the remote, it will control you." Claire took Kate's hands and folded them on her belly. "Those titanium rings that you got on each of your index fingers are senders, and in the one small ball on your clit piercing is the receiver. If you get your hands too close to your clit, you will get an electric shock in your clit. No more frigging yourself anymore!" Kate was shocked to hear that, but in the same time, her pussy responded by sending an 'electric' shock on its own through her belly. Again Kate had to learn that somehow she was getting off on this being owned by Claire. She was just not sure, if she could refrain from masturbating for long. Not with that damn piercing pulling and twisting her clit all the time. Certainly her first reaction was to do, what was forbidden: Her hand sneaked down her belly towards her waiting wet pussy. She closed her eyes, half waiting for an electric shock, half not expecting anything. When her fingertips were just touching the stubble of her not so recently shaven mound, she suddenly jumped up with shock. Her clit just got hit by an electric shock. It wasn't as bad as she was fearing in the back of her mind, more like touching a 9 volt battery with your tongue. It didn't *hurt*, but certainly it completely upset her and destroyed all ideas of touching herself. Being kicked out of her sexually charged mind-set for the moment, she turned to Claire and screamed "You bitch! How can you dare doing that to me! I really thought you're good to me, and you like me, but this is too much!" Claire had expected something like this and kept her cool: "Kate, I am very disappointed in you. I don't want to hear any such talk from you anymore!" She was chiding Kate like a little child, and clearly showed that she was in charge. "I am going to leave you alone now, to think about your behaviour. Best would be you go to sleep now." Instead of leaving as she had just announced, she first turned to Kate's cupboard and opened it. Before Kate could say anything, she removed a long skirt and a tight top and threw them on Kate's bed. "This is, what you're going to put on tomorrow." She then locked the cupboard and took the key with her, leaving the room. Kate just stood there, still naked, with an open mouth and looked at the clothes. With a sigh, she sat down next to them and tried to reason herself into her new live. After all, Claire hasn't been abusing her so far, and besides, looking back on the last days, as humiliating as it has been, she really liked the way she had felt all the time. She smiled to herself, absently playing with her breasts, and thought about how she used to jog for 10, 15 miles until recently. Sometimes she managed to run until she reached a point where she didn't feel any tiredness anymore, no pain, couldn't stop, didn't even want to stop, passing her 15 miles, kept on running, feeling high like a lark. The past days, since Claire had caught her impaled on the monster dildo had been the same, only a hundredfold stronger! Her hands still played with her breasts, and she slowly, without noticing, pushed herself back into a state of arousal. Thinking of being high from running led to thinking of being high as Claire's sex slave led to giving up all resistance, falling back into the obedient mode she had been in. She sighed again and finally noticed how she was playing with her breasts and stopped with a smile. Her pussy was wet again and she felt the urge of touching herself, but didn't. "I am going to wait. Claire will be there again soon, and I will tell her that I am sorry", she thought. Since it was still not quite time to turn off the lights, she decided to do something for her future, sit on her butt and study until Claire came back. Several hours later, lost in her studies, she suddenly realized that it was way past midnight, and that there was no Claire coming back! She felt a weird loss and sadness, seeing that Claire was so upset that she had decided to not come back for the night. At least she had managed to get her mind off her sex-hungry pussy for awhile, she thought with a smile. She quickly got herself ready to go to sleep, threw the clothes that Claire had left for her to wear the next day on her chair and went to sleep. Since it was really late, she quickly was asleep. The next morning when her alarm clock kicked her out of bed she saw that there was still no Claire. Where did she sleep? With whom? She was jealous! Angrily she stomped to the bathroom for her morning routine, which included shaving her pussy. After cleaning herself, rinsing off the soap, she shaving cream in her hand and wanted to rub it on her mound. The unexpected shock from her activated clit piercing forced her to remember what had happened yesterday, and that she couldn't touch her pussy anymore. She closed her eyes and sighed. How's she going to clean herself? She felt so silly doing that with the shower head from a distance, as if she was one of those weirdos who thought sex was dirty. But it looked as if that's what she had to do from now on. Another thought crossed her mind. She had to clean her most private part, as if it was not _her_ most private part. Is that what Claire wanted? Make her see, to whom it belonged? But that still didn't help with the problem at hand – literally. How could she shave herself? How get the cream on the stubbles? In the end (after another shock), she found out that she could put the cream simply on her razor and hold the razor at the end of the handle. Shaving herself like that was very awkward, and humiliating in a sense. She really felt detached from 'down there'! Returning to her room, all fresh and dry, she picked up the clothes that Claire told her to wear. The top was too tight, showing off her breasts in a very aggressive manner, but Kate was getting used to the kind of clothes that Claire had left her, when she sorted through them. Thankfully, the white skirt was a long one going all the way down to her ankles. Only when she was ready to leave for classes, did she realise, that it was one of Claire's skirts – and that Claire loved to wear that skirt together with her leggings, because it looked so sexy seeing the leggings shine through the very see-through skirt! Only there were no leggings anywhere for Kate to wear! Since she was not wearing any underwear, nothing was shining through, but that was exactly the problem: Everyone could see that one would have seen any existing underwear – and didn't see any. Claire made her again walk around half-naked, showing off her body to everyone she passed. And again Kate was giving in. With a shrug she set out to walk over the campus to the first class. It was a bright morning with clear sky and the sun was smiling down on her. When the first guy walking the other way stopped in his tracks to stare at her legs, she realised that with the morning sun behind her he could see through the skirt as if it wasn't existing. Her pussy responded to that with a warm feeling spreading out, and in the same time she blushed like a little school-girl. The piercing did not help either, with its usual pulling and twisting of her clit, and by the time she was past the guy and reached the building, she was surfing on a cloud into the hallway, high with arousal. She could feel her arousal run down her legs, and had to stop, leaning against the wall for a moment. When she closed her eyes, she saw her huge monster dildo appear in her mind and her eager pussy responded with a burning desire to be filled. With growing frustration she continued towards class, knowing that she couldn't even masturbate anymore. Arriving at class she sat down at her desk and tried to relax and concentrate on the teacher. In her horny state she couldn't help but notice how beautiful the young teach looked. She must have been around 26 or 27 and pretty tall, certainly taller than 6 feet. Only her strong features and the womanly curves she was presenting kept her from being seen as a stick. Kate tried to squeeze her legs together for some kind of stimulation, but got only punished by the clit piercing getting twisted and hurting her. "Damn", she muttered in frustration. She wasn't able to do anything with her pussy anymore. At least she could still play with her boobs, but not in class. She kept checking out the teacher and imagined how she would push the poor woman down on the floor, pull up her shirt and sit on her face. She needed release so badly. Poor Kate was so hot and horny, she didn't even notice that her daytime wet dream was "Chicks only". After lunch she caught herself humping a good deal of nothing while playing with her breasts in a bathroom stall. Her nipples were even longer than usual, and she paid them special attention – big surprise, it was the only thing she could do. Sitting on the toilet seat she tried to lick her own nipples, but couldn't quite reach them with her tongue. Not daring to play with her pussy, she gave up and quickly left the bathroom. On the way out she bumped into another girl in the door, and to prevent falling down she had to cling to the girl for a moment. Suddenly the girl opened her eyes wide in shock and pushed Kate away from her, screaming "Get off me, you pervert!" Kate realised only then, that 'clinging to the girl' meant holding her left breast in her one hand, and the girl's butt in the other. Looking in shock at the slowly closing door of the bathroom, tears shot into her eyes and she turned around and ran all the way back to her dorm room. She was a lesbian! Claire had turned her into a lesbian. Choking on her sobs, she threw herself on her bed and asked herself what was going on. She was not a lesbian! She still liked cock and she was going to prove it right now! Not realising that her wet cunt was still in control and just made her come up with whatever reasons needed to reach an orgasm, she jumped up from bed and turned everything upside down to find one of her sex toys, hoping that Claire would not have taken them away, or at least might have missed one. In the end she hit the jackpot by simply looking where she used to hide her sex-toys until recently. She thought Claire had taken them all away, but there was only left: The small vibe she had bought as her very first sex toy, a thin little thing that had looked interesting until she had tried it the first time. It was too thin and too short to do anything exciting with it she had learned back then. Turning it on she found the batteries okay and quickly got to her bed with it. She would prove once and for all that she still liked cocks and she was not a lesbian. At first she set the vibe aside and started to play with her nipples, flicking them to make them even larger as they usually are. They responded quickly and stuck out a full inch, helped by the titanium bands holding them in bondage. Hefting her tits in her hands, she was feeling herself up, enjoying the weight of her tits, still amazed about their unnatural shape and how they defied gravity. Since she's gotten them bonded (with the help of Claire), she still hasn't dared going to swim, showing herself to just anyone in a bikini. But somehow it didn't sound so bad to her anymore as it used to. Maybe she should join the crowd on the next spring break, she thought. Letting her hands move down slowly over her body, she could feel goose bumps spread over her skin, in eager anticipation of her ultimate goal, making herself finally cum. Only when she reached the first stubbles of her shaven mound, she remembered to not go any farther, or she would get zapped again. In her heat she had almost forgotten. Quickly she took the vibe and turned it on and set it on the mattress, holding it at the lower end with her hand. She was hoping she could fuck herself silly on it, without getting zapped. When the tip of the vibe touched her pussy lips she moaned and could feel herself open up. Slowly she lowered her pelvis, driving the vibe into her love-channel. Her heart started to beat faster and faster and she could feel her mind slipping into a pink cloud of arousal and need. Forgetting all caution she shoved the little vibe all the way up into her vagina, and then let out a high-pitched scream of hurt, anger and frustration. She had gotten zapped by that damned piercing. All her sexy feelings were gone, the perfect interruption before anything could happen. She swore and threw the vibrator against the door, shattering it into pieces. Before she could do anything else, the door opened and Claire came in. She stood there, her arms akimbo, and she said "I heard you scream, and I heard something hit the door - did you do anything you shouldn't?" Assessing the situation, she quickly knew what must have happened. Kate stood in front of her bed, naked, her juices of need still running down her legs, and the small vibe she had left intentionally where it has been lay broken up right in front of her. "Didn't I tell you already several times that you are not to cum without my permission? Didn't I tell you to not touch yourself? You are mine now!" Claire was furious, shut the door behind herself and grabbed Kate by her wrist. She pushed her towards the bed, making her fall on it. Leaving her there, she went to fetch a thin very short dress and threw it to Kate. "Don't say a word, put that dress on, get into your red shoes and come with me – I'll give you one minute." After that she left Kate alone and waited outside in the hallway, looking at the clock there. 40 seconds later, Kate came out, wearing just the dress and her shoes. Awkwardly standing in the door, she clasped her elbows and asked in a tiny voice "Where are we going?" Claire took hold of her and pushed her along while walking down the hallway towards the exit. "You will see," she said. Reaching her car, she opened the passenger door and told Kate to sit down and buckle up, closing the door behind her as Kate complied. -------------- I think this is my second to last submission. I have one more piece on my mind, and that's it. Anyone wants to take over?