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I've been caught doing something I'm not supposed to. I'm not sure what,and it doesn't really matter. All that matters is that I'd do anything ratherthan be revealed. The person who caught me is whatever guy I fancy this week,but at the time I originally thought this up it was one of the guys I was incollage with, Tom. When I think of him I remember how much taller than me hewas, with a lean frame and large hands. His face was handsome, but becauseof its character instead of his looks.
He tells me that he wants to play with me, and that when he's done he'lllet me go my way without telling anyone my secret. The game will last a monthor so. The time period doesn't really matter as the fantasy is only the firstday. The day before the game starts he phones me and tells me what to wear.A black bra and garter belt with stockings, a black skirt and a black shirt.No knickers. He hears my obvious worry over this and says that he'd never fuckme unless I asked him too. His morals only stretch so far.
The next day I meet him at his house before collage. He is standing behindme and reaches round me to undo a few more buttons on my shirt. He looks overmy shoulder and down it to check I'm wearing a black bra. He pulls up my skirtenough to check I'm wearing stockings. He smoothes his hand over my arse tocheck I'm not wearing anything else. All this time I've been forcing myselfto stand still and submit myself to this inspection. The back of my neck itchesand I'm longing to turn and face him. I'm not usually one to submit to anythingI don't want to. At long last he walks away and opens a draw. He pulls outtwo objects and throws them to me.
'Get to it' he says as he walks out the room. One of the objects is a tubof Vaseline. That's ominous. The other is like two belts attached together,one to go around my waist and one through my legs. On the second belt are twodildos, the second one smaller than the first. I can guess where they'll go.In front of the first dildo is a lump covered in padding.
He's expecting me to call out, to say that there's no way this is going tohappen. I can guess what he'll say next, and that I'll end up putting the belton anyway. So I get to it. I cover the two dildos in Vaseline and take offmy skirt. I then put my legs through the leg holes and bend over, spreadingthem as far as they can go. One dildo goes in my pussy and the other up mybutt. I then fasten the belt catch. As I do, I realise that it won't come offwithout some form of key. Only to be expected. I put my skirt back on, wigglea bit to get the two intruders comfortable and call him back into the room.
He walks over to me and pulls my skirt all the way up, checking the fit andthe locking mechanism. Satisfied, he sits down and pulls out a palm top computer.He fiddles with it for a bit before coming back over to me and showing me thescreen.
'This is a program I've designed myself. It takes your pulse from this.'He puts a simple black choker around my neck, done up with a similar but moreornate and delicate locking mechanism then the belt. 'It measures your muscletension with this,' he said, locking a skin tight band around my abdomen, 'andit sends all that data to this.' He taps his palm top. 'This then uses thatinformation to control the output of these.' His fingers, slide along the beltto lightly brush my thighs. 'All I need to do is start the program. Have fun.'He presses a button and I gasp, my body convulsing with new sensations. Silently,the two dildos and the padding that rested on my clit have started vibrating,sending waves of pleasure all the way to the tips of my toes.
Tom watches with a smile as I try not to show the pleasure I am feeling.After two minutes I can feel the orgasm building, when dildo in my pussy andthe pad on my clit stop. The one in my arse keeps going, keeping me aroused.After another minute, the vibrator in my pussy clicks back on. Then both thevibrators click off and the pad over my clit starts vibrating. Five minuteslater I am still on the edge of the same orgasm. I turn to him, my breath comingerratically.
'There's no use you looking at me like that. I can, and will, keep you onthe edge for hours. Now get a hold of yourself, we've got to go to collagenow.' The walk to collage is a kind of divine torture. I can't even try toget use to the belt, as different bits of it keep switching on and off. Luckily,I've always had a good poker face. I can feel my face flushing but, other thanthat, I look normal. I figured I could just say I was tired and thought I wascoming down with something. That ought to cover all my bases and explain myodd behaviour. But Tom has other ideas.
'I want to watch you today, so you might as well tell anyone who asks thatwe're going out. You can't tell anyone what's really going on, not that I thinkyou will, and you've got to look like you're enjoying yourself. Not that thatshould be difficult. If we're sitting together you've got to keep in physicalcontact with me at all times. It's a game, with your satisfaction at stake.If you play well, it'll be worth your while. Enjoy.' He holds out his handto me. 'Best to start now.'
I took his hand and we continue with our walk. Thinking it best to practiceacting normally, I strike up a conversation about various people we know. Thisamuses him, but he plays along. Just before we get to collage, he stops walkingand backs me against the fence that surrounds someone's garden. With his handseither side of my head, he bands his face down to mine. I go on tip-toes andwrap my arms around him, returning his kiss with enthusiasm. It's a game andI'm a very competitive person, plus I might as well enjoy it while we're playing.
After a few minutes he pulls away, still looking amused but with a glimmerof respect also in his eyes. I smile a challenge at him and grab his hand,striding to make it to collage in time for the first class. The game has changedsomewhat. It's no longer a one sided game of dare, but an advanced form ofchicken. The fun is in seeing in who will back down first.
A kind of tension has gone out of him that I hadn't even noticed was there.At a guess I would say it's because I kissed him back. Before, this could haveseemed like a drawn out rape or at least some kind of prostitution. Tom isn'ta bad guy, and I would guess that this would trouble him. But now he has mypermission in a way, or he at least knows that I'm enjoying the game.
As we walk into the Common room we get some very interested stares. You mustunderstand that this is quite a small school where everybody knows everybodyelse and have done for the past seven years. A new couple is a thing of excitementand much frantic gossip. Especially when it's an unexpected couple. Both setsof friends look on with open mouths as we ignore them and sit down, me on hislap. I can sense that my face is flushed and my eyes teary plus I'm havingtrouble concentrating enough to make conversation so I just snuggle up andpretend to be tacking a nap. Every now and then I catch my breath for no apparentreason, and he'll start to chuckle. Opening my eyes I start a murmured conversationthat anyone around us would take as sweet nothings, but is really somethingaltogether different.
'You could just turn them off during the lessons.You won't be there to enjoy the effect anyway, and their presence will be badenough.'
'That wouldn't be a good idea. Not only would itgo against the spirit of the game, you'd also start to feel really sore. It'sfor your own good…'
'Oh come on. I have a hard enough time concentratingduring biology as it is and as for art, I can't keep my hand steady. I haveto get this painting finished!'
'Well then you should have thought about that beforecompromising yourself, shouldn't you? It doesn't matter what you say. They'restaying on and they're staying in.'
'Well, can I sit in the library or something then? Or go home sick? Lookingat the wreck I am now, anyone would believe me. You could come over to my housewhen you finish your lessons…'
'You go home then. Of course… that'd mean that the belt stays onovernight. I have better things to do than to follow you around just becauseyou can't play by the rules.'
'I'm sure I could break it off if I tried.'
'That would negate the whole point as I would then be forced to tell everyone.Look, it's only a half day today. Come back to mine with me after third period,and I'll take it off. If you want me to.'
With that the bell rings and I make my slow and slightly bow-legged way toBiology. Why would I want to keep this hellish thing on? Maybe it'd be funin the short term, but I can feel my juices soaking into the tops of my stockingsand it's taking serious effort not to collapse and just let my mind float awayon the gentle but insistent buzzing. And it's frustrating. I really reallywant to cum.
Sitting through biology is pure hell. Not only do we sit on wooden stoolswhich force my intruders as far into me as they could possibly go, but theteacher doesn't like me and keeps springing questions on me. Finally even heis forced to ask me if I'm OK. Double art is marginally better, as I'm prettymuch left to my own devices. As expected, I don't get much done. I do haveto put up with my friends quizzing me about Tom. Luckily I'm a very convincingliar, and fob them off with a story about a mutual friend we didn't realisewe had and a party. Fortunately I don't have to talk to them during the breakin the lesson as I spend it draped over Tom. We're beginning to get disgustedlooks from those around us, but he won't let us go somewhere more private.He says if I'm that keen then we've got all afternoon.
After Art finishes, I meet him in the common room and we make our way backto his house. He offers me a cup of tea, but by this time I'm nearly cryingfrom frustration.
'Please… just take this evil thing off me. I'm so uncomfortable… Please…'I'm disgusted with this begging, but I really can't help myself.
'Really? And where are you uncomfortable?' His lips curl into a cruel smile.I'm not averse to talking dirty when the mood is right, but being forced todo it is just degrading. I think that is the part that he really enjoys. Seeingthe anger and defiance in my eyes while knowing that I'll do what he says.I'm determined not to give him the triumph of seeing me embarrassed, so I lookstraight into his eyes.
'My pussy. My pussy is uncomfortable.'
'And are you just uncomfortable? Isn't there anything else you want besidesme to take the belt off?' He sees that I'm going to need a bit more persuadingto answer that question. 'It's not coming off until you answer me. I can eventhink of a few ways to make it worse. Besides, the only way you can get somethingis to ask…'
'I… I really need to cum. Please can I cum?' I finally drop my eyesand blush. Looking away from his face I notice that, unsurprisingly, I'm notthe only one who's turned on. The front of his trousers is swelling nicely.
'I have two options for you. Listen carefully and think before making yourdecision. We wouldn't want your stubbornness getting in the way of your pleasure.Option number one. I take the belt off. You're free to try and cum, but themoment the vibrating stops, you'll go numb and your orgasm will just ebb away.And then you'll be too sore to touch yourself for the whole of tomorrow. Optiontwo. The belt stays on for a short while longer, but with the teasing optionoff. I'm sure that you're not averse to pleasing me while I please you. Remember,I have both the keys and the remote control. Also, how well you do in thisgame may affect the harshness of the next one.'
I knew which option I want to go with, but do I really have the guts? Theodds were I'd happen sooner or later, so I might as well get it over with.It's not like it won't be enjoyable, or like I find him unattractive. If heasked me out in a social setting, instead of for blackmail, I'd say yes. Butstill, it's giving in and I hate doing that. But, I reason with myself, it'sonly really giving in if I let it seem like my second choice…
Smiling him I get up and kneel between his legs. Seeing his surprise at myattitude makes me feel like a predator instead of prey, a role I'm much moreused to. Just when I think I've got the edge he stops me telling me to waitwhere I am. He rushes out of the room. He comes back holding something, butbefore I see what, he tells me to face the front. Coming round behind me, Ifeel his breath on my neck, causing me to arch it in pleasure (I love havingmy neck played with). His hands take my wrists and by the time I realise whathe's doing they're firmly handcuffed. I'm about to protest when he slips ablindfold over my head. I start to tell him the deal is off when I feel himkissing and nibbling my neck. The blindfold and the fact that there's reallynot much I can do about it merely make the sensations that much more intense.I start to think that maybe that isn't such a bad idea as I croon softly inpleasure.
After a short while He leaves me to return to his seat, pulling me gentlyforward. He unzips his fly and I feel his hard cock hit my cheek before heguides it into my mouth. I've done this a few times before, but never withoutthe aid of my hands. I'm only a petite person, with a relatively small mouth,but a tongue that more than makes up for it. I lick up and down his shaft,teasing him and making soft sucking sounds until I take his head as far intomy mouth as I can, my tongue playing and caressing. After a while listeningto his appreciative groans, I decide to really go at it, and in return hispenis twitches and my mouth is flooded with his warm, salty spunk, I manageto swallow it, only a little dribbling out of the corner of my mouth.
When he gets his breath back, Tom walks around behind me and undoes the handcuffs.He stops my hands as they move to take the blindfold off.
'Leave it. Everything's so much more intense when you can't see. And I don'twant you to feel self-conscious when you cum for me.' He helps me up and liesme on the sofa. I hear him fiddling with his palmtop as all my intruders comeon, on a low level. Very very slowly the intensity of the vibrations startto increase. I'm so near the desperately needed release when I feel him undoingmy shirt and pulling down my bra, exposing my breasts, small but firm and nicelyrounded. I feel the damp warmth of his mouth surrounding my nipple the slightlyrough texture of his tongue playing across it and his slight stubble rubbingmy breast. He bites down slightly, and I explode, every muscle in my body tensingand my back arching as I have an incredible intense orgasm. It just goes onand on until, seeing stars, I black out.
I wake up a minute or so later to see him leaning on the desk across theroom smiling at me, in a victorious self-satisfied way. After a second I realisethat, although he's taken my blindfold off, he's not changed anything elseabout my appearance. My skirt is almost around my waist and my shirt open,showing my bra pulled down off my breasts. Turning scarlet, I fix my appearance.Moving about I notice how sore I feel, still stuffed full of plastic even thoughit's no longer moving. As I look at him he throws me the keys. I get up toleave the room and he moves in front of the door. Fine. I turn my back andunlock the mechanism, squatting to gently pull the dildos out. I drop the belton the floor and undo the two sensors. Picking up my bag I head for the doorwhen he stops me.
'What now?'
'I'll give you tomorrow off, you can go into collage or say you're sickif you want. You probably won't be able to walk that well. I expect to seeyou in town on Saturday, in Starbucks at 11:00. Oh, and I'd wipe my face ifI were you.' He turns away, dismissing me, as I put my hand up to my face,feeling his dried sperm. I run out of the house, scrubbing my face with mysleeve and trying to ignore the tears in my eyes.
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