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Stacy and Becca lie together on Becca's simple bed. The girls are both completely naked, except for Stacy's skirt and the chastity belt beneath it.

Becca pulls Stacy in closer to her. Her skin is still damp from the recent rigorous sexual experience Stacy gave her.

Stacy can't bear to move. She's lost in the happiness Becca's warmth gives her. She can't stop smelling her girlfriend's hair. She wears a big, goofy smile on her face. She tries to have as much of her soft, young skin in contact with Becca's as possible.

This is perfect. Except for…

Stacy's pussy throbs a needy reminder into her loins. She twists her hips awkwardly, trying to relieve some of the discomfort of her denial.

Becca realizes Stacy doesn't feel as blissfully relaxed as she does and grabs hold of her hand.

"I'm sorry, hun. I should never have put you in this position," Becca offers, clearly feeling bad.

Stacy wraps her smooth, vanilla leg around Becca's and pulls them together, even tighter. There's not an inch between them.

"You didn't. I chose this," Stacy admits, squeezing Becca's hand in hers. "I wanted to do this. For you."

Stacy rubs her nose cutely against Becca's. Becca's eyes widen with adoration. She almost looks like she wants to cry.

Becca, be with me forever.

"I wanted to show you how much I care about you," Stacy explains. "I needed you to know how much I want to be with you."

Becca nods, trying to free herself from the emotions overwhelming her heart.

"Oh, it's okay, hunny!" Stacy giggles, kissing Becca's eyelids.

"You are too good for me. I haven't done anything to deserve this, to deserve you," Becca whines. She sniffles and rubs her face into the pillow, trying to dry her eyes.

Stacy feels the urge to cry as well. She pushes her lips against Becca's and kisses her with all the passion in her heart. The soft and tender firmness of her mouth causes Becca's whole body to go limp.

"I'd do anything for you," Stacy promises, staring into her girlfriend's eyes as she finishes the kiss.

Becca seems almost disoriented by the intensity of Stacy's affection.

"Including, wearing this," Stacy adds, pressing her locked vagina against Becca's satisfied pelvis.

Becca emits a whimpered moan of sympathy.

"Stacy, you are so special to me," Becca whispers, tracing her hand over Stacy's naked breasts. "I'm so excited, just being near you, just looking at you. You excite me to my core, but it's more than that. You make me feel warm and heavy…"

Becca suddenly feels very shy and averts her eyes from Stacy.

Becca, I love you. Just say it! Tell her.

Becca clears her throat and changes the subject.

"Are you going to be okay? You've never worn a device like this, have you?"

Stacy runs her hand over the rigid metal frame around her waist.

"Why did you agree to wear it?" Becca asks, finding a comfortable spot on Stacy's chest to place her head.

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Miss Cara places a chastity belt on the coffee table in her living room. Stacy stands in front of it, nervous and weirdly interested.

"Do you want to know how it works?" Cara asks. She admires Stacy's cute, bare feet as she waits for an answer.

"This is the same one Becca is wearing?"

"The exact same one, dear," Miss Cara confirms, tapping her fingers against her hip.

Stacy picks the belt up to get a closer look.

Not as heavy as I thought it would be. Becca's wearing this right now…

Stacy tries to imagine everything Becca would be feeling while this device is strapped to her. She runs her delicate fingers around the inside of the belt. There's a soft, black lining that runs along the seem of the waist and crotch.

"That lining is made of high quality neoprene," Miss Cara explains. "It's the finest belt money can buy, as far as comfort goes. It's almost like wearing a really heavy pair of panties."

"Panties you can't remove," Stacy adds, unable to remove her eyes from the belt.

Miss Cara giggles and walks up beside Stacy pointing to the metal waistband. Stacy can't help but feel an alluring pull towards Cara's scent. The woman's nylons rub softly up against the side of her leg.

"The waistband is put around the top of your hips and pulled tight. The width of your hip bone will make it impossible to just pull them down like underwear," Cara points out, leaning closer to Stacy as she talks. "Then, this bottom strap will come around between your little cheeks and wrap up in front of your vagina. We just lock that in place here, with the little bolt attached to the front of the waistband."

Stacy feels a little excited as Miss Cara's fingers touch hers. Holding this ancient sex device in her hands is causing her to feel alive with nervous energy.

"It's safe to wear?" she worries, out loud.

"Of course. Do you think I'd make either of you two girls do anything under my supervision that could possibly harm you?" Cara asks, a loving look of concern in her eyes.

Stacy shakes her head slightly.

"Exactly, dear. Becca's worn this for close to a month before. She was completely fine. Well, physically she was," Miss Cara says, becoming quiet as she seems to drift off into some naughty memory.

Stacy stares at the belt again, trying to imagine wearing it. It looks so alien, so unsettling, yet she doesn't feel scared by it.

"So, would you like to try it on then?" Miss Cara inquires. Her beautiful, long hair smells like heaven and it seems to be magnifying her sensuality.

Can I do this? I'm just trying it on. I haven't committed to anything yet. Becca is wearing it right now. There's nothing to be worried about. Right? Come on, Stacy.

"Alright," Stacy says, nodding gently. She swallows a lump in her throat.

Miss Cara smiles and feels compelled to run her fingers through Stacy's dark hair.

"Awe, good girl. I'm proud of you."

Stacy feels like Miss Cara is patronizing her a little, but the words actually fill her with a pleasurable gratification.

"Thanks. Um, should I just go into the bathroom and put it on?" Stacy wonders, unsure how to proceed.

"Oh, don't be silly," Cara laughs. "I'll help you put it on right here. You've got nothing to be shy about, do you? Not with an adorable body like yours, hmm?"

Stacy can feel herself becoming aroused as she's embarrassed. Her hot, warm face fills with blood and the excited nerves in her belly make her feel wet.

"Take off your panties, hun," Miss Cara instructs, calmly.

Oh god. Settle down. Just relax and follow her directions. Don't think about anything.

Stacy puts the belt down and tries getting her hands up under her tight work skirt. She can barely reach her underwear.

"Let's just take off your skirt. You won't be able to get the belt on wearing it anyways," Cara suggests, putting her hands on Stacy's waist and undoing the skirt's buttons.

Feeling Miss Cara's hands on her body again, causes Stacy to feel incredibly submissive. The strong woman undoes her clothing and the skirt falls to her feet. She stands, frozen for a moment, just in her pink thong and expensive top.

Relax Stacy. It's okay. Calm down.

But seeing Cara in front of her, in those tall heels and nylons, makes Stacy bubble with arousal. She feels her pussy tighten and begin to ache subtly as her bum flutters with pleasurable tingling.

"Stacy, dear, your panties?" Miss Cara repeats, picking up Stacy's skirt and folding it onto a nearby chair.

Stacy begins to slowly pull down her underwear without hesitation. Miss Cara's request is something she definitely doesn't want to resist. It gives her too much satisfaction obeying her commands.

As the pink thong descends past her knees, Stacy immediately feels the cold air on her exposed, damp lips.

Oh god, this is awkward. This is embarrassing, always being so horny in front of her. Why can't I control myself!? Every time she sees me like this, she knows how much power she has over me.

Miss Cara collects Stacy's panties and inspects them briefly.

"Mmm," Cara purrs, enjoying the scent and feel of the girl's underwear in her hand, "this chastity business has you excited does it?"

Stacy tries to hide the redness of her face. Being humbled or humiliated in this small way always turns her on so much, but frustrates her to no end. She can feel her exposed clit, buzzing between her rosy, wet lips. She reaches for the belt on the coffee table, but Miss Cara stops her.

"Hold on a moment, dear. There's something else we must do first."

Miss Cara walks across the room as beautiful and elegant as always. She comes back with a small, white box.

"You remember this?" she asks, pulling a tiny, egg shaped vibrator from the case.

Stacy's naked bum makes her feel incredibly vulnerable. She can't help thinking about the night at the bar when Cara had the small device inside her, forcing her to want to gush all over. Her pussy begins to pulse heavily with need.

"Yes, Miss Cara, I do," Stacy manages to mumble, despite the tightness in her chest.

The woman brings the smooth toy over to Stacy and puts it against her clit. Cara gently caresses the back of Stacy's neck with her other hand as she looks into her eyes.

"Do I excite you, Stacy?" Miss Cara whispers, kissing the girl's forehead.

Stacy shivers lightly as the little toy presses into her pleasure button. Her arms hang at her sides, unable to move. Miss Cara smells lovely and her voice is like caramel.

"Yes, Miss Cara. But, why do I need that inside me?"

Cara moans in Stacy's ear as she slowly begins to move the egg up and down, wetting it on Stacy's dripping lips.

Oh fuck. Why does she love to tease me so much? I'd give anything to have her make me cum again.

"If you are to be wearing this belt for the next few days, we won't have any access to the inside of your delicate, little pussy. This will ensure that, you will always be, well… aware of what you can't have."

Oh god, that sounds torturous.

"That sounds a little cruel, doesn't it?" Stacy questions, hoping Cara's fingers slide inside her.

"It won't be that bad, dear," Cara comforts, continuing to slather the toy with Stacy's arousal. "I just don't want you getting bored. And I want to be able to treat you when you're being good. Doesn't that seem alright?"

Stacy's pussy is still very swollen and pent-up from the day's earlier teasing. She can feel the sexual anxiety in her belly rising into her chest, making it harder to breathe.

"Okay, I'm trusting you. Because that's what Becca would want me to do," Stacy asserts, trying to stay firm, despite her horny, trembling pussy. It throbs harder now as Miss Cara plays with its hard clit.

Cara pushes the smooth device past Stacy's thick, pink lips. They swallow the toy up with a distressing hunger.

Stacy almost yelps from the intense pleasure her cunt sends up into her body. She can feel her swollen walls and glands contracting around the vibrator. Her legs feel weak and become unsteady.

Miss Cara picks up the belt and opens it.

"Alright, let's put this part around your waist, like this."

Cara stands right up against Stacy as she has the girl pull the steel belt around her. Stacy can feel Miss Cara's warm breasts pressing gently against hers. She positions the waistband just above her hip bones.

"There. Now, we tighten it like this," Cara explains, twisting a metal piece behind Stacy's back. "So that it's nice and snug." She closes the plate down, making sure the waistband won't loosen at all. "How does that feel?"

"It's more comfortable than I thought. It's kind of tight though, on my hips, and a little on my belly. If I had to pee it would be a bit uncomfortable," Stacy admits. She moves around a little in her new accessory. It feels restrictive, but it's almost comforting in a weird way.

"Yes, well, the real discomfort doesn't come from the physical belt, but more from the restricted access to your lovely pleasure spots. And don't worry about having to use the washroom. See the bottom strap here, there's little holes in the front for your pee to go through. It will be a little trickier than you are probably used too, but I have a bidet in both of the upstairs washrooms, to make cleaning quite easy."

The reality of this whole situation is beginning to weigh on Stacy's consciousness. She can feel her body getting heavy and her head becoming light.

What am I doing? I can't get myself into this. This is too weird.

Miss Cara seems to notice Stacy's unease and puts her arms around her warmly.

"You don't have to do this, dear," Miss Cara says, hugging Stacy affectionately. "I just thought this would be the best way for you to really understand your little girlfriend. To experience what she's gone through, to feel her urges and desires and to trust in me completely."

Stacy feels herself melting in Cara's arms.

This feels so good. She loves Becca and protects her. She's not going to hurt me. I know that. This might not be easy, but, if it will get me closer to Becca…

"I want to do this, Miss Cara. Three days, right?" Stacy asks, clarifying the details.

Cara slowly lets Stacy go and takes a step back, sizing her up.

"Yes, seventy-two hours, from the time I lock the belt up," the woman states, pulling the remote control from the box. She doesn't press any of the buttons though, she just looks at it casually and makes sure Stacy sees it too. "It's Friday afternoon now, which means, by the end of the day Monday, you'll be done."

Stacy can feel the egg sitting inside her, making sure none of the aching, swollen muscles inside her pussy can relax.

"And you want me to stay here all three days? Can I do what I want? Can I be with Becca?" Stacy asks, checking her boundaries.

"Yes. You will be wearing this belt to better understand Becca. Part of that is to be here for an extended period of time. If it isn't during work hours and Becca is home, and I don't need either of you for anything, then I don't see why you two can't spend some time together."

Stacy thinks for a moment. The conversation seems to have turned to bargaining.

Miss Cara presses the remote and Stacy feels the vibrator come to life inside her.

Ohh, fuck! This isn't fair!

She can feel the tight, swollen tissues around the device spasm from its pulsation. Her quivering lips allow her wet arousal to drip between her legs.

"Oh my goodness, you smell horny, sweetheart. Oh, it's delightful. Part of me really doesn't want to put this belt on you. My mouth is watering just thinking about that wet cunt of yours."

Stacy is now in heat as she tries to concentrate on the agreement being discussed. Her young pussy throbs with pleasure and sends distressing pangs into her ass and stomach.

"You'll give me Becca's key though? As soon as you lock me?" Stacy asks, through whimpered groans.

"As soon as I lock your belt, you can have the key to Becca's."

Miss Cara moves a little closer to Stacy now, unable to take her eyes off the horny girl in front of her.

"Can you feel the toy, dear? It should be sitting there right against your G-spot," Miss Cara says, placing her excited fingers against Stacy's moist cunt. She slowly moves them up and down along the girl's slit, from top to bottom. Every time she touches Stacy's clit, the girl jumps wildly. She can't help but become turned on by this herself.

"But, if I agree to do this," Stacy mumbles, her belly beginning to cramp in distress, "what do I get out of it?"

Miss cara raises an eyebrow as she reacts to Stacy's demand. Her fingers don't stop though, they quicken and focus on Stacy's trembling bead. It gets harder and harder against the soft fingertips.

"Besides Becca's key of course?" Cara remarks.

Stacy nods. Her pussy throbs as the toy buzzes inside her. She can feel herself leaking honey onto Cara's fingers. Her clitoris shoots lightning bolts of bliss into her belly and ass, making it difficult to stay standing.

"Greedy girl. The whole purpose of you doing this is a reward, almost in itself. It will bring you closer to Becca, living as she does for three full days. You'll experience what she does and understand her on a whole new, much deeper level. Of course, you'll be a lot closer with me as well." Miss Cara turns the vibrator up.

Oh fuck! I want to cum! Please, please.

Stacy shakes on her wobbly legs as her pussy begins to convulse around the smooth toy. Her G-spot aches and begs to explode inside of her.

"Miss Cara, please, I can't think! I want to cum," Stacy begs.

"I have to make sure our little device is working, dear," she says, keeping Stacy's clit stimulated. "You are not to cum, darling."

Oh god. Focus!

Images of Becca's feet and beautiful bum bombard Stacy's consciousness. The way Becca smells and the adorable look that's always on her face makes Stacy moan.

"And if I wear if for three days… you'll allow her to be with me after?"

Miss Cara fingers Stacy's honeyed lips. She can feel the girl's juices leaking out of her as she teases her.

"As long as you behave and follow instructions, like Becca does so well, then yes," Cara agrees.

Stacy lights up with hope.

Becca! My love, I'm going to do this for you.

"You will be living as Becca does. This weekend, you'll see what her life is really like and you'll experience it beside her," Cara explains, steadily moving her fingers up and down along Stacy's slit.

I'm going to cum. This is too much!

"The more you commit yourself to your role, to me, to the situation, the happier we'll all be."

Stacy's clit buzzes and throbs against Cara's fingers. Each little stroke of her puffy, hot slit makes her groin ache. She gasps for air as her chest tightens. The smooth toy inside her cunt pulses relentlessly, causing her sensitive tissues to cramp and yearn.

Miss Cara, stop, please. I'm can't stop myself!

Stacy tries to pull her hips away from Miss Cara, but, the woman won't let her.

"Becca will love it and you'll give me no choice but to trust and respect you greatly."

Miss Cara's fingers slide up and down the entrance of the nubile hole. They make Stacy's whole body tremble as they indulge her soft, pink, aroused tissue.

"On Monday afternoon, if you've been a good girl, I'll let you out," Cara promises, removing her fingers from Stacy's soaking pussy.

Oh god!

Stacy's body is swathed with relief as she manages to stop herself from orgasming. An orgasm that surely would have gotten her in some sort of trouble. But she quickly becomes gripped by an awful, aching desperation in her pussy. The idea that she won't be able to cum again for several days seems agonizing.

"Do you want to taste yourself?" Cara asks, lifting her honey soaked fingers to Stacy's lips. "You won't get another chance for a while."

Stacy's mouth drops open, helpless to control herself. The vibrator tortures her and pushes her right to the edge. Her G-spot is ready to make her gush all over Miss Cara's living room floor. She wants to please Cara, she wants to taste her own naughty juices. She moans helplessly as her mouth waters in anticipation.

"You are so eager, aren't you? Too bad, I'm going to help myself instead."

Miss Cara slowly licks the sweet wetness from the fingers, one by one. She sighs and groans as she takes in the potent flavour of Stacy's distressed femininity.

"Oh god. One day you've been without an orgasm, and you taste this good. Mmm… I can't wait to taste you in three days." Miss Cara continues to suck clean her fingers as Stacy writhes in front of her. "So, shall I lock up the belt then?"

Stacy is really struggling with the decision.

There's so much to consider. Too much. I shouldn't be making this decision now... I can't think with this toy inside of me!

"I need some time to think!" Stacy pleads, barely able to focus.

"Take as long as you'd like, dear," Miss Cara offers, placing her warm fingers under Stacy's nose. "But, in five minutes, I'm revoking my offer to give you Becca's key as part of the deal."

Stacy feels her mind and body revolt against every aspect of this notion. The smell of her hot cunt torments her, intensifying her urges.

Agree! Just agree. I'll be able to please Becca. I'll be able to lick her and taste her and make her cry with happiness.

Stacy's belly is cramping with aroused tension. Her G-spot aches and the vibrator continues to melt her insides. Her vagina feels like a boiling cauldron of heat and desperation.

"Of course, if you really want out, you can just ask me and I'll unlock you any time, dear. We can discuss this as we go. I just want what's best for the both of you. I mean that. You girls both make me very happy and I cherish and appreciate you for that."

"Alright. Please, I'll do it. Lock me up. Just as long as I get Becca's key and that you are being honest with me!" Stacy cries, on the edge of an immense orgasm.

I can do this. I have to. For Becca.

Miss Cara turns the vibrator off.

"It seems this remote is working just right, hmm?" she comments, wryly. "Let's get you locked in."

Stacy feels disoriented. She can't smell anything except her own arousal, it magnifies her wild urges. Her insides swell and ache as they squeeze the dormant toy, desperately seeking relief.

Miss Cara pulls the bottom strap tight between Stacy's legs.

Oh god! I'm helpless. I can't cum. I can't do this! Settle down Stacy. Becca can do this, so can you! It's going to be okay. It'll be fine.

"I want it to be nice and snug against your little hole. We don't want you to be able to wiggle anything in between here," Cara giggles, almost cruelly. She pulls the strap even tighter and locks it in place.

Stacy feels the metal strap pressing all along her underside. It's a very strange feeling.

Miss Cara locks the front of the belt up. Immediately a sense of panic rushes through Stacy's body and causes her stomach to churn.

"I'll have the key to unlock you right here around my neck for the next three days, alright?" Cara informs, affectionately. She tucks the necklace under the front of her shirt and the key disappears in her cleavage.

Stacy tries to settle her breathing. Her pussy is still throbbing between her legs and the front of the belt is pressing against her swollen clit.

How am I going to do this? I need to cum right now. I can't think about anything else.

Her pussy quivers around the motionless toy, desperately trying to squeeze it against her G-spot. The strain and slight pleasure is just enough to make her knees weak and her juices drip, but nothing more.

"Put your skirt back on, Stacy. Becca will be home in about two hours. Until then, I believe you have a lot of paperwork to finish."

Cara turns around and fixes her shirt and hair.

No… no, I can't. I can't!

"No!" Stacy blurts out, catching herself by surprise. Panic immediately fills her stomach.

Cara slowly turns herself back around. Her eyebrows are raised and curious.

"No? Would you like to elaborate, dear?"

Stacy takes a deep breath. Her tight, wet groin feels maddeningly frustrated, locked in the device.

"Miss Cara, I'm scared, please. I can't do this," Stacy begs. She doesn't get any reaction from Cara, so she continues. "I already feel so turned on it almost hurts. My insides are aching and I really want it to stop. Please."

"The aching will stop in a few moments, just stop being aroused, dear," Cara says, with a smile. She checks the ornate clock on the wall.

"I can't, Miss Cara. I can't! Please. If, you could let me…" Stacy mutters, awkwardly.

"Have an orgasm?" Cara suggests, assisting the poor, horny girl in front of her.

"Yes. Please, I'd be willing to make it up to you in some other way. I just… let me start the next three days with some relief. Please?"

Miss Cara doesn't move. Her face doesn't reveal any of her thoughts.

Oh no, what have I done? I should have just kept quiet!

Stacy feels like crying. The physical and emotional stress from being so turned on all day is making her extra sensitive. And now, she fears Miss Cara is going to become cross with her.

"I understand, sweetheart," Cara acknowledges, smiling a little. "I know how you feel. I know exactly what you're going through and I sympathize with you greatly, Stacy, dear."

Oh, Miss Cara. You can be so wonderful.

The words out of Cara's mouth seem like a cool breeze on a gruellingly hot day.

"I just want you to be happy and fulfilled. I know what I'm doing and you just have to trust me on that. Trust me for your own sake, as well as Becca's, hmm?"

Stacy nods, but feels hopeless. The idea of going three days without being able to have Becca or anyone touching her pussy, seems impossibly cruel.

"But," Miss Cara adds, "I'm willing to do this for you."

Stacy's eyes widen and she almost screams.

"Thank you, Miss Cara!"

"You've been very sweet and done everything I've asked so far. I should reward you for that. Just remember, you're going to be making this up to me, yes?"

"Yes, I will. I promise, I will do what you want. I will work hard the rest of the day and this weekend, I'll be good," Stacy declares, almost humming with excitement.

"Down on your knees, Stacy," Cara commands, in a heavy, strict tone.

Stacy instantly drops to the soft carpet. She submissively places her hands behind her back.

Miss Cara hikes up her fancy skirt and shows Stacy her beautiful lace underwear. It's dappled with a few dark spots of moist honey. She places them gently against Stacy's nose.

"The smell of my wet cunt arouses you, correct?" Cara inquires, admiring Stacy's soft, pretty hair.

Oh god, her smell. I want to drink it up.

Stacy takes a deep breath in, hoping to experience as much of Cara's pussy as she can.

"Yes, Miss Cara. It really does," Stacy moans, giddy with perverse excitement. She can feel the damp panties on the tip of her nose.

"Good, because I don't want this to take long. This is supposed to be work time right now."

Cara switches Stacy's little vibrator on.

Oh fuck! Oh fuck!

Stacy's whole body quickly begins to tremble as her pussy contracts around the smooth, rigid device. It rips pleasure-waves deep into her cunt and belly.

"Stand up," Cara instructs, lovingly. She helps Stacy to her wobbling feet.

Stacy shivers with pleasure as she knows her glorious orgasm is close. Every little smell, taste and word from Miss Cara is incredibly arousing. She feels the vibrator turn up another notch and her legs almost buckle.

Her belly cramps and swells as her pussy aches with delight.

"Will you be a good girl and cum for me?" Cara asks, sliding her panties to the floor.

"Yes, Miss! Please!" Stacy begs, gratefully.

Cara takes one of Stacy's hands and places it between her legs.

Oh goddamnit! She's so wet! I can't believe how horny she makes me!

Miss Cara leans in close to Stacy and puts her lips against the girl's ear.

"Feel my delicious pussy dripping on your fingers," Cara moans.

Stacy shudders as Cara guides her hand and helps her finger her warm, juicy perfection.

"I bet you're wetter than this, aren't you?" Cara teases, nibbling Stacy's earlobe.

Oh god, it's coming.

Stacy feels a deep throbbing bliss awaken inside her. It echoes from within her swelling glands and spreads through her groin and into her ass.

The vibrator seems to intensify its rhythm, causing Stacy to whimper loudly.

"My hot cunt is so turned on. Oh, I can feel my clit, it's so hard. Fuck me with your sweet, little fingers, Stacy."

Every time Cara speaks, Stacy is pushed closer to the edge. She can't stand this much longer.

I'm going to cum. But I don't want to! This feels too good!

"You're a naughty, little girl aren't you? You fantasize about putting your tongue in this cunt of mine don't you? You bad girl."

Stacy tries to relax herself, hoping to make this last a little longer. She stops moving her fingers against Cara's soaking labia, it's turning her on too much.

Cara quickly takes notice though and eases Stacy's fingers deep inside her slick, velvet canal.

Oh god! It's so warm and juicy.

Stacy's mouth waters as she tries to stop herself from coming. Her little asshole tightens and quivers as the egg in her pussy makes her insides swell and gush. Her whole body shudders as she fingers her gorgeous mistress.

"You're being such a bad girl. You want such naughty things. You want your pussy filled and your little tongue to be used."

Stacy moans loudly. Her chest trembles and causes little squeaks to spurt out of her as she shivers with arousal.

"You like to suck women's toes, don't you? You like to put them in your mouth and lick all of the sweetness from them."

Cara pulls Stacy's fingers from her pussy and puts them into the girl's mouth.

Oh fucking damnit! My god! I'm going to cum!

"Taste my pussy! Taste the wet flavours from my horny cunt, you naughty girl."

Stacy's inner walls begin to seize as they're overtaken by an extreme sexual reflex. The hot juices in her mouth make her body shake and her mind a slave to Cara's demands.

"Cum for me!" Cara urges, harshly, keeping her fingers deep in Stacy's mouth.

Oh god! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!

Stacy shrieks cutely as her impossibly tight pussy contracts rigidly around the buzzing toy. All of her luscious tissues throb and pulse from the breaking waves of heroin pouring through them.

"Taste my fucking pussy, dear! Suck my dirty honey off your fingers."

Stacy's belly cramps as she continues to cum wildly. Her swollen glands and heaving insides spasm wet, hot pleasure through every inch of her body. She can feel her asshole quivering with delight as its own nerves fill with bliss.

Ohh god…

Stacy feels the immense waves of pleasure slowly subsiding. She licks Cara's pussy from her fingers as she enjoys every last second of her naughty orgasm.

Fuck me, that was unbelievable.

Stacy tries to breathe again. She can feel her insides becoming raw and incredibly overstimulated as the buzzing continues to torment her.

Cara pulls her fingers from the girl's young mouth and picks up her panties. She turns the vibrator off.

Oh thank goodness.

Stacy's creamy arousal drips out from the little holes at the bottom of the chastity belt. Cara notices.

"Take yourself to the bidet and clean yourself up, darling," Cara instructs, adjusting her skirt back into place. "Then meet me in the office, ready to work."

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"And now we're here," Stacy says, finishing her story. "I got to be with you and experience giving you that orgasm. That was the most amazing thing I've ever done..."

Becca doesn't know what to say. She pushes Stacy onto her back and climbs on top of her. Becca's long, rich-brown hair hangs around their faces. They smile at each other. That's all either of them can do.

"Kiss me," Becca demands. Her adorable, little mouth quivers with loving appreciation.

Stacy grabs Becca and pulls her face against hers. They share their deepest desires and emotions through the passionate dance of their lips and tongues.

After a few minutes, the girls are exhausted, panting on their backs. They giggle from the pheromones and dopamine filling their heads.

Becca curls up next to Stacy and puts her head on her stomach.

" You've been getting to spend a lot of time with Miss Cara. What do you really think of her?" Becca asks, somewhat guardedly. She plays with Stacy's little belly button.

"I don't know. She's very…" Stacy begins, looking down into Becca's eyes.

I can't lie to you… I never will.

"There's something so overwhelming about her. I don't know how to explain it," Stacy admits, running her fingers through Becca's hair. They still can't keep their hands off each other.

"She's beautiful and very sexy," Becca points out, hoping Stacy isn't offended.

Stacy smiles and chuckles a little. "Well, of course she is. I'm not denying that. But there's more to it than that, isn't there."

"Something about the way she makes me feel, deep inside myself. Like she knows things about me, that even I'm afraid to know."

"The way she talks to me sometimes..." Stacy confesses, unsure how to finish her sentence.

"It makes you want to do anything for her."

Stacy and Becca look at each other, slightly worried.

"Becca, when she's touching me, I feel weird… I mean, I'm your girlfriend," Stacy explains, awkwardly.

Becca sits up a little and runs the tip of her nose over Stacy's ribs. The girl's skin quickly gets goose-bumps from the gentle sensation.

"Stacy, Miss Cara is a sexual person. What she does with us, to us… it's separate from what you and I have. You know? I know it's confusing, but do you know what I'm trying to say?"

Stacy can't get over how unbelievably gorgeous this young, lovely girl on top of her is.

"I'm not sure. I've felt very confused lately," Stacy admits. "I feel like I miss you, and then I feel sad and angry. But then I'm turned on and aroused and in lust and then I feel guilty, because, I only want to be with you. My body is for you, yet I'm letting this woman touch me..."

"No. No, Stacy. I'm the one who brought you into all of this. And, again I'm sorry for that. I mean it. I know how complicated this whole situation is," Becca grumbles, lowering her chin onto Stacy's breast amidst her thought. "But it doesn't have to be, because it's us. Just you and me, that's all that matters. Nothing bad can happen unless we let it happen."

Stacy smiles as she plays with her girlfriend's hair.

How is she so amazing?

Becca traces her hands around Stacy's nipples, causing them to harden under her fingertips.

"We can get through this. Because, I have to be with you, alright? I just need Miss Cara's support. She's so important in my life and always will be. I know you don't understand that, but I just need it. And the fact that you are still here, still wanting to be with me, makes me yours. I'm yours Stacy."

Stacy is touched, but Becca can still sense her hesitation.

"To Miss Cara, sex is just sex. It's not the same as two people who are in love. With her, it's truly separate. It's about freeing yourself through pleasure and empowerment and self respect and trust! It's not romantic love. You just have to trust me."

"It's okay. I trust you, Becca. I always will. And I think I understand. Much more now than I did before, anyways. Miss Cara can be very nice, despite her strictness sometimes."

"Really?" Becca says, lighting up. "You don't hate her?"

"No, of course not. I just, I feel frustrated with her, because she's keeping us apart," Stacy confides.

Becca buries her face in the safety of Stacy's soft, warm breasts.

"Well, she isn't right now!" Becca giggles, popping her head up and wrapping her arms around Stacy. She kisses her frantically like an excited puppy.

Stacy can't help but laugh. Her body reacts ticklishly to the affectionate licks of her lover.

Miss Cara opens the door to their room. Both girls freeze.

"I hope you two are having a good time."

Becca rolls off of Stacy and bows her head slightly.

"Yes, Miss Cara, we are. Thank you," replies Becca.

Stacy pulls the bed covers up over her chest, trying to feel less vulnerable.

"Becca, dear, please go get showered and dressed. You can wait for me downstairs on your chair. Be in your uniform, please," Miss Cara instructs.

"Yes, Miss Cara," Becca complies, scurrying across the room to her closet.

"Stacy, would you please come with me?" Miss Cara requests. "Don't worry about changing back into your clothes. I don't think you'll need them."

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Continued in Chapter 10.

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