College Friends

A Rough Day

 

Myra watched Jamie squirm on the table, trying to relieve herself from the pressure of not having an orgasm.  After a few minutes, Myra walked to the cabinets and pulled out a devise which Jamie couldn’t see.  Myra was still hiding the object when she returned to Jamie’s side.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?”

“Horny,” Jamie cried.  “Please let me cum.”

“I’m sorry honey, but I’m in no position to let you cum.  Only your master can let you cum, and he has requested that you spend the day on the verge of orgasm.  Jamie have you ever heard of a butterfly vibrator?”  Jamie shook her head no.  Myra held up the piece of bright pink plastic which looked like a butterfly, with three lengths of leather straps hanging from the plastic.  “Jamie, this is a butterfly and your master has requested you wear this today during your classes.”

Myra walked over to the wall and started the pulley system once again.  Again the pulley system pulled Jamie’s legs towards her head and pulled them apart.  Myra then placed the cool piece of plastic directly on Jamie’s swollen, throbbing clit and wrapped one of the leather straps around her waist.  She then took the other two straps down between Jamie’s legs and wrapped them around each hip and joined them to the strap around Jamie’s waist.  To top off the butterfly, Myra put a small padlock, much like the one on Jamie’s collar on the butterfly.

Myra lowered Jamie back down and returned to the table.  Myra then started to untie Jamie’s legs, then her arms.  “Jamie, now you are free to go, but I feel I should tell you that your butterfly is remote controlled.  Your master has the controller and will start and stop the vibrator whenever he chooses.”

“Oh boy,” Jamie said getting off the table.  “I guess I’m in for a long day.”

“Yeah I think you are.  Now go change and I will meet you out front.”  Jamie quickly changed and came to the showroom to find Myra working on ordering some new inventory for the store.  Myra still wore the corset with her pierced tits still sticking out for everyone to see.

“Okay Jamie, I talked to your master and he told me you are done with you classes around 3:30, and you have cheerleading practice at 4:15, right?”

“Yes that is correct.”

“Come back to the shop before your practice and I will remove the butterfly.  Then when you are done with practice come back here and I will have something for you to wear when you see your master tonight.”  Without another word Myra leaned in and French kissed Jamie, and grabbed her tit, then patted her on the ass as Jamie left the store.

Wearing only my t-shirt and basketball shorts, Jamie raced home.  She wanted to wash her face; she could still smell Myra’s pussy.  Once she was at home Jamie washed her face, then stripped down to nothing and stood in front of a full length mirror.  Jamie wanted to see what her pussy looked like bald, but couldn’t see a thing with hot pink piece of plastic on her clit.  Jamie walked closer to the mirror to check the fading marks on her tits left by the riding crop.  Jamie was in wonder at the fading mark when the butterfly vibrator exploded on her clit.

Jamie about screamed from the pleasure the butterfly gave her.  The pleasure was so powerful, she had to grab a hold the mirror just to stay on her feet.  As quickly as the vibrator started it stopped leaving Jamie panting from desire.

“Oh my god,” Jamie said to no one.  As Jamie started to recover, she felt her juices running down the insides of her thighs, and she knew she would have to cover up for her classes.  Jamie put on her heaviest cotton panties, a pair of tight fitting cotton shorts, and another pair of loose fitting shorts and covered them all with a pair of sweatpants.  For a top Jamie wore a loose fitting sweatshirt with no bra underneath.  She figured if she was going to be a little naughty she might as well be very naughty.

Luckily the weather had turned a little chilly and no one gave Jamie a second look as she walked to class.  As Jamie got closer to her class, she started to get butterflies in her stomach.  She waited for the butterfly to go off on her trip to class, but as she sat down at a desk she realized it wouldn’t come.  Jamie prayed the little butterfly would sleep through class and not explode on her during the professor’s lecture.

Much to Jamie delight, the butterfly slept through the first twenty minutes of class, and Jamie quickly fell into her normal routine of taking notes and listening to the lecture.  Then the butterfly exploded on her clit once again, only this time the butterfly hummed with a little more power.

Jamie jumped in her chair and gyrated in her chair from the pleasure of the vibrating butterfly.  She closed her eyes and put her head in her arms on the desk trying to muffle the moans which were escaping her lips.  The butterfly worked on her clit for nearly a minute and stopped.  During that minute the entire class turned their attention from the Professor and turned it on Jamie, who was still coming down from getting close to the orgasm she so desperately wanted.

When Jamie recovered she informed the class she was ill and she grabbed her backpack and hustled out of the room.  Jamie decided her classes weren’t that important and headed home.  She would enjoy and hate the little butterfly that pressed on her swollen clit in the privacy of her own room.

She made it back to her house without the butterfly starting up.  Then as she stepped through the front door of her house, the butterfly came to life once again.  Jamie hustled into her room and jumped on her bed and writhed on her bed in pleasure.

Once the vibrator stopped its work, Jamie stood up and studied herself in her full length mirror.  Much to her dismay, the crotch of her sweatpants were soaking wet from the juices pouring out of her pussy.  Jamie stripped out of all of her clothes, she thought it would be stupid to have a top on and bottomless, and tried to catch up on some homework she needed to complete.

Jamie found it impossible to get any work done with the butterfly vibrating, and quickly turned her focus to trying to figure out a pattern to when the butterfly would start again.  Unfortunately for Jamie, I was turning the butterfly off and on, and I had absolutely no pattern as to when I would start her vibrator.  Jamie spent the rest of her afternoon thinking of her throbbing clit and gushing pussy.  On several occasions she found herself pinching and twisting her rock hard nipples, but quickly stopped for fear of the nipple play would push her over the edge.

With only an hour left before cheerleading practice, Jamie changed into more loose clothing and rushed towards The Collar.  As Jamie pulled her car into the parking lot, the butterfly hummed to life once again, only this time much more powerfully.  Jamie tried to grind her pussy into the seat of her car, while she brought both of her hands up to her braless tits and started to massage her nipples.  In a matter of no time Jamie was moaning a jumping in her seat as a layer of sweat covered every inch of her body.  Just as she was approaching orgasm, the little butterfly stopped.  Reluctantly, Jamie stopped with it and waited in her car to come down from the high she was on before entering the shop.

Myra and Jamie were both shocked by what they saw when Jamie entered the front door.  Myra was surprised by the sight of Jamie, who looked frazzled with her messed up hair and sweat covered body.  Jamie was surprised by Myra who wore a black and white French Maid outfit with a mini-skirt that barely covered her ass and a pair of fishnet stockings.  On top of it all Myra covered her short spikey black hair with a blonde shoulder length wig.

“You look like you’ve had a long day,” Myra said.  Myra knew exactly what Jamie was going through, since she herself had gone through plenty of those days in her past and would go through more in the future.

“I have had a long day.  And I’m sooo horny,” Jamie said.  “What’s with the outfit and wig?”

“My Master is coming home from a trip to France this afternoon, and I want to please him with his own French Maid when her walks in the door.  Now come over here and let me get the butterfly off of you so you can go to practice.”  Jamie obediently walked over to Myra turned around and dropped her loose fitting sweatpants to the ground  Myra affectionately ran a hand over Jamie’s muscular ass then unlocked the straps which held the butterfly onto Jamie’s body.  As Myra un-hooked the straps Jamie could feel the relief of the pressure the vibrator was causing on her sensitive bud.

“Did you break your rule and cum during the day?” Myra asked as she walked back behind the counter holding the butterfly by one strap.  Jamie shook her head no, and pulled up her sweatpants.  “Are you sure, your sweatpants look a little wet?”

“I sure, I was close a lot of the time, but I was able to hold off.”  The two women talked for a little longer then Jamie said she had to get to practice early so she could change.

“Okay, but make sure to come back here after practice.  I have the outfit you are to wear to your Master’s this evening, and we’re going to put the butterfly back on as well.”  Jamie left with the thought of putting the butterfly back on in a few hours, and shook her head.

Jamie went through practice without any problems until they were sent home to do their workout.  Jamie’s cheerleader coach believed in fit and trim girls and demanded each girl do five hundred sit-ups a night to stay in shape.  Jamie decided she would head home, do her quota of sit-ups, shower then head to The Collar.

Everything was going fine.  Jamie was working up a good sweat with her sit-ups and she was feeling good, real good actually.  As the sit-ups neared three hundred, Jamie started to feel a stir in her stomach, and then it hit her. 

Jamie had heard of girls having an orgasm while doing sit up, but had never experienced it before.  Jamie was stuck in a crunch when the orgasm of relief flowed over her.  As the orgasm built her hand flew down to her clit where she pinched and pulled on the swollen nub.  While one hand played with her clit, her other hand squeezed and pulled on her nipples, and brought each nipple up to her mouth where she sucked vigorously on each.  The orgasm lasted ten minutes, and Jamie had flooded the floor, and her short shorts with her juices. 

When she came down, she knew she had made a mistake, but she couldn’t help herself.  She knew she would pay for breaking her restrictions, but it would be well worth it.   Trying not to compound her problems Jamie rushed to the shower and took a quick hot shower.  Once she was out of the shower, Jamie threw on a loose fitting pair of sweatpants, and a bulky sweatshirt.  Jamie decided to forgo a pair of panties and a bra, since she figured she was heading to The Collar where she would be given an outfit by Myra.

Five minutes later Jamie pulled her car into the parking lot of The Collar and parked in the parking space closed to the front door.  She didn’t want to walk around outside in the outfit Myra picked out for her more than she already was going to.

When Jamie pushed her way into the store, she found Myra, who was still dressed in her French Maid outfit leaning on the counter, but this time she look disheveled.  “Myra what’s wrong?” Jamie asked as she approached her new submissive friend.

“Nothing, it just after you left I talked to my Master and he told me his flight was delayed in returning.  Then he asked me about my day, and I told him about you and our session this morning.  Then I accidentally told him about your punishment for the day.  My Master thought it was funny and decided I should be in on the fun.”  Myra stopped and lifted her short skirt to reveal a black butterfly vibrator sitting snuggly on her own clit.  Myra then turned around to show Jamie the straps of the butterfly were attached with a small padlock just as Jamie’s had been for the entire day.  “Only my Master has the key to the padlock and he will not be back until later tonight.”

“The butterfly can be remotely controlled from that far of a distance?” Jamie asked.  Without a word Myra grabbed Jamie’s hand and brought it down on top of the butterfly.  Jamie felt the maddening vibration of the plastic device.  The butterfly wasn’t vibrating at its highest rate, but was enough to keep a woman on the verge of orgasm.

“It’s a vibrator with a set speed which you need a code to turn off.  Only my Master knows the code, which he will have to put into the remote when he gets home.  So this little baby doesn’t stop until it is told to.”  Myra finally let go of Jamie’s hand and let her take it off of Myra’s vibrating pussy.  “If you go into the shower room you will find the outfit your Master requested you wear for this evening.  If you have any problems getting it on just come out here and I will give you a hand.

Myra watched Jamie disappear down the hallway toward the bathroom, and then busied herself with work to get her mind off of the maddening humming in her crotch.  Myra was very aroused, but this in contrast to some of the other tests her Master had made her perform was a piece of cake.  But Myra didn’t want Jamie to take her day lightly, and made the most out of her horniness.  Ten minutes later Jamie came out of the shower room and headed for Myra. 

“Myra I have a couple of problems,” she stated as she stopped in front of the counter.  Jamie was wearing a bright pink satin corset which had a shelf that lifted Jamie’s large tits up and together.  Myra thought Jamie’s nipples looked like the barrels of a double barreled shotgun.  The corset stopped just below Jamie’s bellybutton, where there was nothing until the lacey top of the matching fishnet stockings.  On her feet Jamie wore a pair of eight inch stiletto high heels that were black in color.

“What are your problems?” Myra asked coming around the corner.  Myra studied Jamie for a moment and was amazed by how stunningly sexy the tanned beauty was.

“I can’t tie the corset on,” Jamie turned to reveal an opened back.  The back of the corset was held together by a fat black satin ribbon, which was threaded through eyelets in the corset.  Myra worked quickly to pull the corset tightly and tied the ribbon in a big bow at the bottom of the corset; the excess ribbon fell down between Jamie’s round ass cheeks.

Jamie turned to show Myra the effect of the tightened ribbon in the back of the corset.  The tight corset had pushed Jamie’s tits higher and smashed them together even more, and it caused Jamie’s hips to flare ever so slightly, giving her the perfect hour glass figure.

“Wow you look gorgeous,” Myra said.  “What was your other problem?”

“Both of my stockings keep falling.  Is there a way to keep the stockings from falling when I walk?”  Myra walked behind the counter and returned with a round devise.  Myra dropped down on her knees and pulled Jamie’s stockings down and wrapped her thigh with double sided tape.  Myra then pulled the stockings up to the correct height, and pressed to make sure the tape took hold of the lacey material.  Since she was down there, Myra leaned forward and gave Jamie’s clit, which was poking out between her pussy lips a quick suck and kiss before standing up.

“Anything else you need me to do for you?”

“I think that was it.  I guess I should get going.”  Myra held up a finger and rushed behind the counter and quickly as the butterfly and her outfit would allow.  Myra searched for a second then held up the hot pink butterfly which Jamie had worn all day.  “I can’t let you forget this baby, or you and I will both be in big trouble.”  Again Myra dropped to her knees in front of Jamie, only this time she leaned forward and started to suck on Jamie’s clit without waiting.  After a couple of seconds of sucking, the little nub of nerves was alive.  Myra brought the butterfly up to the clit and attached the straps so the vibrator sat snuggly once again directly on Jamie’s clit.  Almost as soon as Myra closed the pad lock on the straps, the little devise started to vibrate without stopping on Jamie’s growing clit.

With the butterfly attached, Myra stood and turned Jamie around and put the leather collar back on Jamie’s neck with a pad lock.  With Jamie ready to go Myra turned Jamie one last time and gave her a deep, wet French kiss.

“I think you’re ready to go,” Myra said as she swatted Jamie hard on the ass.  Jamie threw on her overcoat which she had left there earlier in the day and headed for me and my plans for the evening.

 

 

To be continued……….