07 - College Kinks - Lessons

On Saturday afternoon, Jess unlocked the chest under my bed and stood in front of it for a long time, her arms crossed, as if she was trying to solve a particularly difficult math problem.

"Emily notices everything," she muttered, repeating Mike's words. "Great. Very helpful, Mike."

I knelt next to her and waited. It was strange, watching her pick out my clothes. A week ago, I would have rolled my eyes if anyone had told me what to wear. Now I found myself holding my breath every time she reached into the chest, wondering what she would choose for me.

In the end, she settled on a simple black summer dress with thin straps, one I had bought for a wedding two years ago and had only worn once. She held it up against me and nodded, satisfied.

"And underwear?" I asked carefully. "Mistress?"

Jess looked at the dress, then at me, then back at the open chest. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Bra, yes," she said. "Panties... no."

"Mistress!"

"What? It's a long dress. Nobody will notice." She leaned down and whispered into my ear, "Except you. Every single second."

She was right. Every single second. I blushed.

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Emily and Jason lived in a small apartment above a bookstore, about fifteen minutes from campus by bus. The stairwell smelled of old paper and coffee. When Emily opened the door, she was barefoot, wearing black leggings and an oversized band shirt, her long black hair tied into a messy bun. Without the heavy makeup from the party, she looked younger. But her eyes were exactly as sharp as I remembered.

"You found it," she said, and stepped aside to let us in. "Come in. Shoes off, please. Jason just cleaned the floors."

The apartment was a strange mixture of two completely different people. One half of the living room was Emily: black velvet curtains, candles of every size on every surface, a bookshelf crammed with horror novels and books about tattooing, a framed poster of some band I had never heard of. The other half was spotless. A neatly organized desk, a small herb garden on the windowsill, a stack of perfectly folded laundry on the armchair. It was as if someone had drawn an invisible line through the middle of the room.

Jason came out of the kitchen with a tray of drinks. He smiled at us, the same shy smile I remembered from the party, and set the tray down on the coffee table.

"Hi," he said. "Lemonade okay? I made it myself."

"Thank you," I said, and sat down next to Jess on the couch, very carefully, smoothing my dress over my thighs. Emily's eyes flicked to my hands for a split second, and I had the horrible feeling that she knew exactly what I was, or rather was not, wearing underneath.

Emily sat down in the armchair opposite us, pulling one leg up under her. Jason did not sit down. Instead, he knelt on a cushion on the floor, right next to her chair, and leaned his head against her knee.

Neither of them said anything about it. Emily simply put her hand on his head and began running her fingers through his blonde hair, as naturally as if she were petting a cat.

My jaw dropped. I could not help it.

Jess, next to me, made a small sound that might have been a laugh. "So that's what you meant," she said to Emily. "Opposites attract."

Emily smiled for the first time since we had arrived. It changed her whole face.

"I wondered if you'd catch that," she said. "At the party, when Nessa asked how we met, I couldn't exactly explain it in front of Alex. He still hasn't figured it out, by the way. Jason's and my dynamic, I mean. For two years we have been together." She shook her head. "That boy wouldn't notice a marching band if it walked through his bedroom."

Jason chuckled quietly against her knee.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you that night," Emily said, turning to me. Her voice was surprisingly gentle. "It wasn't really about you. People look at us and see the goth and the golden boy, and they assume he's the one in charge, because he's the guy, and he's taller, and I'm the one with the tattoos and the attitude. And then they assume I must be some kind of rebellious phase for him. It gets old."

"I didn't mean it like that," I said.

"I know. That's why I apologized." She took a sip of her lemonade. "Now. Let's talk about why you're really here."

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It was not an interrogation, not exactly. But it was close.

Emily wanted to know everything. How long Jess and I had known each other. How long we had been together. What we had done so far, what had worked and what had not.

Jess was hesitant at first. She had promised me that our dynamic was ours alone, and looked over to me for approval every time she would reveal something. I nodded every time, but the exchange seemed to have caught Emily's eye. I thought I could see the faintest of smiles on her face.

When Jess told her about my punishment with the paddle, and my "yellow," and how she had adjusted, Emily nodded slowly, and some of the sharpness left her face.

"Good," she said. "That's good. Most people your age don't bother with safe words until something goes wrong."

"Exactly my point," Jess answered. "I never wanted to put her in a situation where she might not know how to communicate a problem."

"And don't forget that they exist just as much for you as they do for her," Emily added. "Safe words ensure that you don't misinterpret a playful plea for a serious one, or worse, the other way around."

Jessica nodded. I knew she understood perfectly well.

"And the contract?" Emily asked, turning to me. "Did she push you into it?"

"No," I said, a little too quickly. Then, more calmly, "No. I wanted it. I still want it. If anything, I pushed her. In fact, quite a few of these clauses were my idea, since I thought Jess' draft was too tame."

Emily studied my face for a long moment, and then, apparently satisfied, leaned back in her chair.

"Okay," she said. "I appreciate your honesty, both of you. So let me reciprocate and tell you why I do this. Why I meet everyone before they come to Mike's." She paused, and her fingers stopped moving in Jason's hair. "You heard my story at the party. About my dad."

I nodded. I remembered how quiet everyone had become then.

"Usually that is not the first thing I tell people about myself, but that evening I had been drinking more than I should have."

She paused, taking a sip of lemonade.

"When you grow up like that," Emily continued, "you learn that the people who are supposed to protect you are sometimes the ones you need protection from. And when I found the circle, it was the first place where I felt like everyone actually looked out for each other. Where power meant responsibility, not just... power." She shrugged. "So, I protect it. I make sure the people coming in understand that. Not just the subs. Especially the doms."

She looked straight at Jess when she said that last part.

"The circle has rules," she said. "Mike probably told you some of them. Nothing leaves the room. No phones out in the basement, ever. Nobody touches a sub without asking their dom first. And the most important one: a red is a red. Doesn't matter who says it, doesn't matter how far into a scene you are, doesn't matter if it's the most embarrassing moment of your life. Everyone stops. And afterwards, nobody makes fun of it. Ever."

"Has it ever happened?" I asked quietly. "Someone saying red? At one of those parties?"

"Twice that I know of," Jason said. It was the first thing he had said since we had started talking. "Once it was Mei, because she got a cramp in her leg. And once... well, it was me."

I looked at him in surprise. He smiled, slightly embarrassed.

"My first time," he said. "I panicked. I thought everyone would think I was weak. But Emily stopped everything, took me upstairs, and sat with me for an hour. Nobody ever said a word about it. Mike actually thanked me afterwards. Said it was good for the others to see that the colors actually work."

Something in my chest loosened when he said that. I had not even realized how tightly it had been wound.

We continued talking about this and that. Emily told us of Mei and Marcus, the two other members, who were not around for the last party, since they had to work, and even showed us some pictures of them on her phone.

Mei was tiny, about a year older than me, and, according to Emily, the funniest person she had ever met. Whatever that meant, I had rarely heard Emily laugh at a joke. Her parents were both born in China and moved to the US before she was born.

Marcus was older still, very tall, had dark skin and his physique reminded me of a typical American football player. Emily said that he was about to graduate with a degree in architecture, and that he and Mike had known each other for a long time. Apparently, together with Mike, he was one of the first members of the circle, and Emily suspected that he helped Mike build the dungeon, and made sure it was up to code.

"Will they be there?" I asked, with a lump in my throat. "At the next party... At my party?"

"Probably," was Emily's answer. "I can't guarantee it, but I doubt they would pass up the opportunity."

I did not know how to feel. Would it have been better if they had known me beforehand? Would that be worse?

"You know you can always talk to Mike," Emily continued. "If you are uncomfortable with that, they won't be invited. I know that both of them would understand too."

I thought for a moment and looked over to my girlfriend.

"It's your call, Nessa," she said. "You don't have to decide right away."

I nodded, but deep down I already knew the answer I was about to give.

"I do; I want them to come too. And besides, I am sure there will be some time to get to know each other beforehand."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Emily said. "Just about as much time as you had to get to know us. And if you spontaneously decide that you don't like it, you can send them away too. As I said, they would understand."

"No, I made up my mind. But it feels good to have the option," I said, relieved, before changing the subject. "So, can someone tell me what Isabella's and Leo's deal is? Are they a couple? Just friends? Friends with benefits?"

Emily smirked, while Jason and Jess laughed.

"They always say they are just friends, but there is some kind of energy between them," Jason said.

"It's really not our place to judge. Or to pry," Emily said, in a serious voice. "But between you and me, I think they 100% fuck, and not the vanilla kind," she added, grinning, causing us all, including Emily, to erupt into laughter again.

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After a while, Emily stood up and stretched.

"Right. Jess, come with me. I want to show you a few things." She nodded toward the bedroom door. "Jason, look after Nessa, would you?"

"Of course," Jason said.

Jess squeezed my hand, we exchanged glances, and she followed Emily into the other room. The door closed behind them, and I was suddenly alone with Jason, which was strange, because I was not sure I had ever heard him speak more than three sentences in a row.

He got up from his cushion, collected the empty glasses, smiled and nodded toward the kitchen. "Want to help me make more lemonade?"

The kitchen was small and bright and spotless. Jason handed me a knife and a bag of lemons, and for a few minutes, we worked side by side in silence. It was a comfortable silence, though. Not awkward at all.

"She's teaching Jess how to run a scene in front of people," Jason said eventually, without looking up from the lemon he was squeezing. "How to read you. How to notice the small things. Your breathing, your hands, your feet. Whether your toes are curling because you like something, or because you're about to panic. Emily is very, very good at that."

"Is that what it was like for you?" I asked. "The first time? At Mike's?"

He was quiet for a moment.

"I was terrified," he admitted. "Not of Emily. Of everyone else. Of being looked at. I've always been the quiet guy. The one who stands in the back at parties and holds people's drinks."

I laughed, surprised. "That's exactly what I did for Jess that night."

He smiled. "I know. I could see it on your face, when Emily asked you about the contract. You have the same look I had." He set the lemon down. "Can I tell you something? Something nobody told me before my first time?"

"Please do."

"When you're up there, everyone is going to be looking at you. And at first, it's going to feel like the most exposed you've ever been in your life. But at some point, maybe five minutes in, maybe ten, you're going to realize something. They're not judging you. They're not laughing at you. They're..." He searched for the word. "They're admiring you. Because you're doing something they know is hard. Something that requires bravery. True bravery. Every single person in that room has been where you are, or has watched someone they love be there. They know what it costs."

I did not know what to say. I just nodded, and kept cutting lemons, because my eyes had suddenly started to sting.

"And don't look at all of them at once," Jason added. "That's the mistake I made. Just look at her. At Jess. If she's looking back at you, nothing else matters."

We poured the juice into a jug, added water and sugar, and Jason tasted it with a critical expression before nodding in approval.

"What did Alex mean?" I asked, before I could stop myself. "At the party, when he said we should have seen what you did for Isabella's birthday?"

Jason froze. Then he laughed, and shook his head.

"Oh, no," he said. "No, no. I'm not telling you that one. That's Isabella's story." He grinned at me, and for the first time, I saw a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Ask her yourself. If you dare."

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When Emily and Jess came back out of the bedroom, about an hour later, Jess had a slightly dazed expression on her face, and Emily looked very pleased with herself.

"She's a quick learner," Emily said, dropping back into her armchair. "Better than I was, honestly."

"What did you do in there?" I whispered, when Jess sat down next to me.

"Later," Jess whispered back, and squeezed my thigh through the thin fabric of my dress, which made me jump. Emily raised an eyebrow, and I was now completely certain that she knew.

We stayed for dinner. Jason cooked, Emily opened a bottle of wine, and by the end of the evening, the four of us were laughing about everything and nothing, like old friends. When we finally said goodbye at the door, Emily pulled me into a hug that took me completely by surprise.

"You'll be fine," she said into my ear. "She's good for you. And you're good for her. I can tell."

Then she let go of me, crossed her arms, and was back to her usual, slightly intimidating self.

"And Jess? Remember what I said about the drop. Watch her the day after. And the day after that."

"I will," Jess promised.

On the bus ride home, I leaned my head against Jess' shoulder and asked her what Emily had meant.

"Sub drop," Jess said quietly, stroking my hand. "That's what she called it. Apparently, after a big scene, it's normal to crash afterwards, especially if it is your first time. Emotionally. Your body is full of adrenaline and endorphins and everything, and when that wears off, sometimes you just... fall. You get sad, or tired, or anxious, and you don't know why." She kissed the top of my head. "Emily says it's my job to catch you if or when that happens."

I closed my eyes and smiled.

"You always do," I murmured.

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When we got home, Jess stripped me as soon as we had crossed the threshold. I immediately fell to my knees and lowered my gaze. She had denied me for the last four days, and I was desperate to have an orgasm again. Thankfully, she had kept her teasing to a minimum while we were at Emily's. Still, the constant tickling of air on my vulva had made me excited and damp.

"What do you think?" Jess asked, as she went to lock my dress away.

"About what, mistress?" I asked, unsure what she meant.

"About everything. About being exposed in front of the others. About Mei and Marcus."

"I am looking forward to it, mistress," I answered honestly. "I like it if you degrade me, humiliate and punish me, so I doubt that I would have a problem with even a fraction of that in front of others."

"Interesting point of view. Speaking of which, I had something nice planned for tonight. Are you interested?"

"If that is your wish, mistress, then yes."

I was still looking at her feet, but I just knew that she cracked a smile at that answer. She always did.

"Get up and go to the toilet if you have to. Once you are finished, wait for me in the bathroom. I will get you when I am ready."

"As you wish, mistress."

I made my way to the bathroom, and Jess closed the door behind me. I emptied my bladder, made sure I was clean and that no stubble had formed on my mound since the last time I shaved, and then waited for my mistress on my knees.

We had no clock in the bathroom, so I did not know how much time had passed. I heard Jessica moving through the living room, and got excited for what she had planned. Judging by the sounds, she was moving between her room and mine, but I had no way of knowing what exactly she was doing.

My imagination kept me excited and even though I was very aroused and felt a familiar itch between my legs, not once did it cross my mind to touch myself. In this apartment, I belonged to Jess. And that included my body and my orgasms.

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After what felt like hours, although it was probably more like twenty minutes, Jess opened the bathroom door. My gaze was still firmly on the ground, so I did not look up immediately.

"Look at me, slave," the strict voice of my mistress commanded. I lifted my head. And then my jaw dropped and my eyes popped out of my skull.

In the door frame stood not my sexy girlfriend. Nor my mistress. This was a kinky sex goddess. She wore black leather lingerie, which consisted of a black, skin-tight, very, VERY skimpy top which made her breasts bulge out the top and the open sides. It had vertical strips and little silver chains hanging down from it, connecting it to black leather stockings which hugged her legs and accentuated her natural curves. She was standing on elegant black high heels, making her tower over me. The black thong she wore was probably the only thing not made of leather, and it left nothing to the imagination, as she did a little spin to reveal her backside to me. In her hands she held a crop, gently tapping her palm with its tip.

"I heard someone has been a good girl and has endured four days of denial without orgasm," she said. "Who might that be?"

I still hadn't found my voice. My jaw did not want to close.

"Nobody? What a shame, I was looking forward to giving her some release tonight, but..." she began.

"Me, mistress. It's me. I have been a good girl," I stammered, reluctantly lowering my gaze again.

She slammed her crop into her palm, causing a snap to reverberate through the bathroom. I flinched.

"Interrupting your mistress while she speaks? Not such a good girl after all, are you? Seems like I have to teach you some manners."

I was positively bubbling with excitement.

"Follow me, slave. Heel."

I quickly got on all fours and crawled over next to her, my head still to the ground, and stopped as I reached her, waiting for her to make a move.

SNAP

The crop slammed down on my exposed butt. I flinched, although I was surprised that it did not hurt nearly as much as I had expected. The sound was much louder than the pain of the impact.

"Do you have something to say for yourself, slave?"

"I am sorry, mistress, it won't happen again," I said.

SNAP

Another impact on my other cheek.

"Please forgive me, mistress."

"Do you think you deserve forgiveness?" she snarled.

"No, mistress," was my answer.

"And what do you deserve?"

"Whatever you think is right, mistress."

With those words she started walking out of the bathroom, and I followed by her side. As we entered the living room, I saw a path of rose petals on the ground, leading from the bathroom door to my room. The entire apartment was flickering with the light of dozens of candles, which brought tears to my eyes.

Jess led me along the rose petals to my room, where I could see that she had also placed candles around here and brought over the locked boxes with our toys.

"Lie down on the bed, slave."

I did as ordered while Jess unlocked one of the boxes and took out four lengths of rope.

"Spread your legs, and also your arms above your head."

Jess proceeded to tie one length of rope around each of my wrists and ankles, just like Mike had shown us in his basement with Sam, and how Emily had shown her earlier too no doubt. When she was done, she connected each rope to my bed posts and pulled them tight.

"Try to get out, wiggle a bit," she said. I could barely move. I was tied spread eagle on my bed, my legs spread as wide as my anatomy allowed, exposing my pussy to whatever she planned to do to me, and my arms and hands uselessly grabbing the air, leaving me completely helpless. Jess giggled at my desperate attempts to escape.

"Well, looks like I got you totally under my control now." As if she did not already have full control over me before.

"Hmmm, I like seeing you like this. Exposed. Vulnerable. Makes me want to keep you like this all the time." She giggled again, while gently sliding the tongue of the crop up and down my body.

"Maybe you should, mistress," I said, full of hope that she actually would. I enjoyed the helplessness. We should incorporate more bondage into our play, I thought.

"There you go, mouthing off again. Luckily, I know just how to keep insolent girls from talking." She opened another box, taking out a large red rubber ball gag. She bowed over me, her breasts almost falling out of her top, ready to shove it in my mouth, when her demeanor softened. "You remember your safe words when gagged?" I nodded and hummed three times in quick succession. Satisfied with that, she shoved the ball gag in my mouth and locked it shut behind my neck.

"Try talking back to me now, why don't you?" A satisfied smile spread over her face.

"Hmmff, hmmmp," was all I managed to say.

"Ahh, like music to my ears," she joked.

She took a step back, admiring her work.

"Do you know what day it is?"

I looked confused. I knew the date, and the day of the week, but even if I knew what she meant, the gag would have prevented me from answering. I just stared at her.

"A month ago today, we confessed our feelings for each other. In fact, I believe it was even about the same time of day," she explained.

I had not kept track. How could I forget? I looked up at her, ashamed I had forgotten.

"So blind to the simple things, are we, slave?" she began. I immediately knew what she was going to say next.

"Perhaps a little more blindness won't matter then." She pulled a leather blindfold out of a box and without delay put it on me. My vision disappeared, which only heightened my remaining senses. I felt the air on my skin, the liquid running down my thigh and...

SNAP

"HMMMFFF," was all I could exclaim through my gag as I felt the crop coming down on my inner thigh.

This one stung a lot more than the hits I had received earlier.

SNAP

"HHHHMMMMFFFFF"

My other thigh took a hit.

For a moment I felt nothing, then I felt something leathery brush over my body gently. It started on my neck, sliding down between my breasts and brushed over my already hard nipples.

SNAP

"HMMMMPPFFF"

A sharp sting on the side of my tit, just as the leathery sensation vanished. Jess was teasing me with the tongue of the crop again. I felt it slide to the other tit, brushing over my skin. I braced myself for what would inevitably come next, but she took her time. She circled my nipple several times, brushing against my soft skin, while I was straining against the ropes, anticipating the stinging pain.

"What's going on, slave? Waiting for something?" were her taunting remarks.

I relaxed at the sound of Jess' voice, which she clearly noticed.

SNAP

"HHHHHMMMFF," I howled out in pain as my other tit was struck. I strained and pulled on the ropes, but they did not yield an inch.

Jess waited, listening to see if I was going to use the safe word. But I did not. It was like ecstasy. I was drowning in my helplessness, fully at my mistress' mercy. The pain tingled through my body like electricity and caused my sex to throb violently. For four days I had been denied an orgasm. I was praying to all gods that I would be granted release tonight.

After a pause I felt the crop again. Brushing down my stomach, briefly stopping to gently tap my skin, before moving on down. It brushed over my mound, and tantalizingly slowly made its way down to my aching pussy.

When it brushed over my sensitive clit, which no doubt already protruded from its hood, I moaned loudly into the gag. This sensation alone already almost pushed me over the edge.

"Oooh, sensitive, are we? I like watching you squirm like that. Let's see how long I can keep you in that state." I could imagine the mean smirk Jess had put on when saying that. She really did enjoy keeping me on edge.

SNAP

I gasped. Then I screamed at the top of my lungs into the gag and felt tears trickle down my cheeks as the delayed pain echoed through my entire body. It wasn't a strong hit; in fact, it was quite gentle. It was where it was aimed that made tears well up in my eyes. Jessica had struck my sensitive pussy! I was writhing with what little wiggle room the ropes allowed, desperately trying to close my legs to shield my sex from another hit. But no other hit came.

Jess paused, waiting for me to give a signal. I did not.

Then I felt the mattress shift, as Jess lifted herself on the bed and on top of me. She removed my gag, loosening the straps, and letting it dangle around my throat.

"Everything okay, Nessa?" she asked softly.

"Fuck, yes, please don't stop!" I was surprised by my own answer. Although I was still blindfolded, I imagined her raising her eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, well. Getting quite used to pain, are we, slut?" My mistress had returned.

"Yes, mistress, more please!" I begged, surprising myself.

"I think I have just what you need." I heard the amusement in her voice, as she rummaged around one of the boxes.

"Here we go, let's see how you like this."

I waited. I felt nothing. Until...

"AAAAAhhhh, fuck!" My left nipple was burning suddenly, something small pinching down on it unrelentingly. And mere seconds later, the same sensation in my right nipple, but this time I was prepared for the pain, so I just gasped. Shortly after I felt a cold chain on my chest.

"There, is that more to your liking, my little pain slut?"

"Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress."

"That's a good girl. Let's see what else I can use on you here." With those words she flicked each of the clamps once, making me wince, and got off the bed again.

Mere moments later, I felt the mattress shift again, with Jess' weight now sitting between my spread legs.

I waited for a minute, or two. Waiting for Jess to do something, anything. To touch me, to hit me, anything. But she just sat there.

"Enjoying the view?" I asked, regretting it immediately when I felt a sharp pain in my nipples as she pulled on the chain connecting the clamps.

"AAAAAHHHH," I screamed at the top of my lungs, not prepared for the punishment.

"I'm sorry, mistress, I'm so sorry," I begged. But deep down I was not. I wanted her to pull again. And again. I had fallen in love with the clamps immediately. The pain was constant; I felt my heartbeat pulse in my nipples as the clamps pinched them without mercy. Even struggling against the ropes, which caused my torso to shift, made them move ever so slightly, which made them cause the sweet pain I was craving. I could not believe that mere days ago I had called yellow from being spanked.

"I liked you better when you were gagged," she said, in a stern voice. I felt her weight shift again, her legs brushing against mine, and then she forced something soft into my mouth which held the unmistakable taste of her pussy. Before I could react, she had inserted the gag again and pulled the straps tight.

"Just a little reminder who's in charge."

"Hmmmpffff," was all I could say through her thong and the gag.

"There, that's better," was her reaction to my muffled groaning.

I could feel her shift her weight again, leaning forward. I felt her hair brush against my thighs and shivered from excitement. I felt her warm breath on my labia, as she came closer. And then a kiss. And another. And another, all of them just barely missing my clit.

I wanted to scream in frustration. I wanted to curse her for denying me for four days, only to tease me now. But in my heart, I knew that that was not true. I craved her meanness. It turned me on so much when she was mean, degrading and uncompromising. I wanted her to release me, and at the same time I wanted her to tease and edge me till the end of time.

Eventually she lifted her head up from between my legs. My sex was throbbing with desperation and I needed stimulation if I wanted to not lose my mind.

Suddenly I felt something cold touch my clit. Then it started vibrating violently without warning, making me convulse, which in turn made the clamps shift enough to send a stinging wave of pain through my body.

I could not tell if it was the pain or the vibrator that made me cum, but a mere second after Jess had turned the vibrator on, I exploded in an orgasm like I had never felt before. I was thrashing about, not that it had any effect, since the ropes held firm, but the clamps shifted with every movement, prolonging the orgasm and making me shake even harder. I screamed at the top of my lungs into Jess' thong and the gag until I was out of breath, and with every wheezing inhale, I tasted her arousal.

Jess must have been out of breath too; I could hear her panting over my ringing ears, and she was trembling between my legs.

After a minute of climaxing, the waves of pleasure slowly faded. And yet I was not sated. I wanted more, I wanted Jess not to stop, to keep going.

And thankfully she did just that.

"It's not over yet, slut. I plan to have a lot more fun with you tonight." I imagined her mean grin in my mind.

Either I had briefly lost consciousness, or the orgasm had distracted me enough not to notice, but Jess must have pushed a vibrator into me. I heard a click and suddenly the inside of my pussy was vibrating. It felt weird, like I was enveloping it completely. Then I remembered. Sam had a similar vibrator inside her for the party. One that could be remote controlled. I shuddered.

"You look so sexy, it's a shame you can't see how desperate you look. Or wait, maybe you can."

"HMMMPP?"

I heard her rummage around some more, before I felt her standing up and leaving the bed.

"Smile for the camera, slut." I heard the clicking noise of her phone camera, as she must have taken a photo of me!

I struggled against my bindings, as if I wanted her to stop. The truth was, I did not. I just enjoyed feeling helpless.

"Aww, how sweet. Let's try some different angles."

I heard more clicks. There was nothing I could have possibly done to cover myself. I struggled, moaned, cried out. But it had no effect whatsoever.

"Uh, Mike just sent a text. He wants to know if the meeting went well."

A text? Really? While I was lying here naked, spread-eagle, gagged, blindfolded and with nipple clamps tormenting me while a vibrator was tirelessly working inside me.

"I should probably call Mike to tell him the meeting with Emily went well. That's way faster than a text," I heard Jessica say. She could not be serious. Was she going to leave me here tied up and make a phone call?

"MMMMHHHFFFF HHHHMMMFFFF," was my muffled protest, but Jessica apparently decided to ignore me. I felt her hop on the bed between my legs again, so I hoped she had just joked when I heard the rhythmic beeping sound of her phone establishing a call. Meanwhile, the vibrator egg inside me kept buzzing mercilessly.

"HHHHMMM MMMMHHHHFFFF."

"If I were you, I would be quiet," Jess said.

"What? Are you talking to me?" I froze. It was Mike's voice on speaker. She had actually called him!

"Oh, sorry, Mike, you must have misheard. I hope I did not call at a bad time?" I suppressed a laugh. Bad time. While she was sitting between my legs, mere inches from my vibrating pussy and I was squirming on the bed.

"No, it's fine, Jess, what's up? How was your meeting with Emily and Jason?"

"It was great, that's why I called. We really got along well, I had a long talk with Emily, and I think she took a liking to me. Well, as much as Emily can take a liking to someone, you know." Jess chuckled. How long was she going to talk to him? I could feel another orgasm approaching.

"Great to hear! How is Vanessa?"

"Oh, she's fine. Do you want to talk to her?" As she was saying that, she started rubbing my clit gently, tracing circles around it, and flicking it softly.

"HHHHHMMMMMMFFFFF!" I exclaimed, edging closer and closer to relief.

"What was that?" Mike asked, surprised.

"Oh, nothing. I am just reheating some coffee in the microwave," Jess lied. She was a menace.

"What, coffee at this hour?"

"It's decaf, no worries." I started trembling again. Staying silent required all my concentration and willpower, both of which were in short supply. And all the while Jess kept teasing my clit.

"Well, if you say so. I'll gladly talk to Vanessa, but how about we do that tomorrow. I was just about to head to bed."

I could not hold it anymore. My body was a sweaty, trembling mess, barreling towards the next incredible orgasm, and there was nothing that could stop it.

"Okay, Mike, sorry, gotta go, bye!" Jess blurted out quickly, realizing how close I was. The second I heard the sound of the call terminating, my body let loose.

"HHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFF"

If I had not been gagged, I was sure my scream would have burst the windows on the entire campus. I thrashed, I screamed, I threw my body in my restraints as much as they allowed and felt a thousand fireworks explode inside my pussy. It was torture. And it was the best feeling I had ever felt. The clamps jostled around, the chain jingling and the vibrator kept buzzing. I felt Jess switching from rubbing my clit to licking it, sucking on it and flicking her tongue at the same time. I could not stop. I did not stop. It was one orgasm leading to another. And another, and another until I lost count. For several minutes I lay there thrashing and screaming and feeling my sanity slip away.

Eventually Jess stopped licking and shortly after I heard a click, as the vibrator stopped buzzing. I was still screaming. There was no other way to get the energy out. Jess could have continued for hours, or until I lost consciousness, but after several minutes of continuous orgasmic release, I could finally feel the waves of pleasure and pain die down.

With a wet "plop" Jessica pulled the now silent vibrator from my pussy. I shuddered, but my energy was spent.

"Be careful, this is going to hurt. Ready? 3, 2, 1," Jessica said softly, and on "1" she released both my nipples at once.

"MMMMMHHHHH," I screamed with the last bit of breath I could muster.

Next, I felt her loosen the straps of my gag before lifting it out of my mouth and pulling her thong out along with it. I clenched my jaw in pain, before I felt Jess gently massaging my sore cheeks. I wanted to say something, but she held a finger to my lips.

"Shhh, don't talk, baby," she whispered. I doubted that I could have strung two words together, let alone formulate a sentence. My brain had melted and my thoughts were spiraling.

After a minute of her tender hands on my cheeks, she carefully and slowly lifted my blindfold. I was prepared for bright lights, but to my surprise the room was almost completely dark. Most of the candles had burnt down and gone out, while the remaining ones cast dancing shadows onto the walls.

I felt Jessica gather her strength to get up, and when she did, she untied my wrists, and a few seconds later my ankles from the bedposts, before taking the ropes off and folding them neatly to stash away.

I wanted to speak, but rambled incoherent sounds. My brain had apparently completely lost all function.

"Shhh, come here. You did incredible. That was the most intense orgasm I have ever seen." With those words she took me in her arms and held me tight. For a few minutes we just lay there. Silent. Me curled into a ball, and Jessica with her arms and legs around me.

Finally, I managed to say two words: "Thank... you."

My bed was a mess. It was soaked with all kinds of bodily fluids: sweat, drool, cum, everything. Even though it was warm outside, I started to shiver in the cool, wet sheets, and my teeth started to chatter. I had no blanket either, since Jess had removed it beforehand. But I could not move. Jess noticed and did something I had never thought possible. She wrapped her arms around me, and lifted me up in her arms. I did not know she was that strong. I had never seen her lift weights, and in fact she regularly had trouble with tightly closed jars. Yet here she was carrying me across our apartment into her room with heavy steps.

I had once read about something called "hysterical strength". People could briefly develop seemingly super-human strength if a loved one or child was in danger, like lifting up a car or catching exceedingly heavy objects. Scientists suspected that some evolutionary trait let them momentarily bypass the normal limits of their body to protect their offspring, lovers or themselves.

Whether Jess exerted that kind of strength right now, or whether she just really, really wanted me to feel safe, comfortable and warm, and had managed to mobilize her last energy reserves, I did not know. All I knew was how much I loved my girlfriend. Under heavy groans she laid me down on her bed, before she dropped her lingerie and cuddled up next to me. I felt her body press into mine when she pulled the blanket up above our shoulders and kissed my neck gently.

"I love you, Nessa," she muttered, half asleep already.

She had drifted off from exhaustion before she could hear my answer.