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Kate's Test -
Part 2
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 color 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 behavior, 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 throbbing. 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, reveling 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, it’s 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, 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 slide 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 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 folled 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 definately a
keeper!"