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Chapter 9 – Tuesday
Evening
Kristen once again was leaning over Samantha, yet this time the beautiful sophomore lay napping under the heavy quilts of Kristen’s bed. Kristen reached out and stroked Sam’s hair, marveling in the young woman’s strength. Kristen shook Sam’s shoulder lightly.
“Sam. Wake up, honey.” Kristen said.
Sam’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at Kristen. Sam stretched, moving her limbs under the blanket like a cat. Then she sat up, letting the bed sheets fall from her naked breasts.
Kristen looked at her, concern still in her eyes. “How you feelin’?” She asked.
Sam blinked and grinned. “A little worn out still, a little sore, but other than that, fantastic!” She said, her voice full of mischievous excitement.
Kristen’s eyes squinted. “Fantastic? After what I did to you?”
Sam giggled, putting her hand to her mouth. “Kristen, that was the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had.” Sam stood up and wrapped her arms around Kristen, pulling the junior girl into a hug.
Kristen laughed. “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it, cause you’ve got more coming tonight. In fact, that’s why I woke you. It’s time to head on downstairs for the meeting.” Samantha nodded, releasing Kristen “Let me just brush my hair, real quick.”
After Sam spent a few minutes at Kristen’s vanity, the two girls went downstairs toward the main living room. Sam saw that all the other pledges were there all ready, their naked bodies already seated, and Same noticed one of the large wooden phalluses sticking out of her chair, ready for its implantation. Sam smiled at Kristen as the junior sister patted her on the back and moved toward the spectator side of the room.
Sam stepped up to her chair and straddled it. With a gentleness born of her earlier torment, she lowered herself down gently, letting the cool wood slip through the folds of her sex. Sam closed her eyes, biting her lip as the dowel slipped upward until her bottom was resting on the seat. Fully impaled, Sam opened her eyes and looked out at the sisters and mistresses watching.
Settling herself, Sam noticed that there were several mistresses and sister missing, almost eight or nine of them, and she glanced around the room, trying to figure out where they were. After a minute or so, Mistress Tami stood up and approached the nine pledges.
“Pledges, I want to commend all nine of you for tenacity, endurance, and willpower. All of you have experienced what life will be like as members of this select group, some of you fully.” Tami gave everyone a big smile and then began looking at each girl individually. “Ally has discovered the electrical room. Wendy streaked one of the boy’s halls at Bruce. Heather has discovered her darker side.” There was a small flurry of snickers and Sam turned and saw one cute little blonde pledge blush. Mistress Tami continued. “Janet managed to flash a professor her entire front during class yesterday. Sara has discovered the wonders of object penetration, starting a fantastic personal list. Cindi has made some interesting inroads into food preparation. Katherine, with her willowy looks has enjoyed some rope bondage. Megan has managed to get into the fun of sex massage. And of course, Sam has shown her true colors in her desires for pain.”
Sam’s eyes widened at Tami’s declaration. It was one thing to sit there and listen to the prurient interests of the other girls, imagining outrageous activities, most of them ones Sam wanted to try, but to have it announced that Sam enjoyed being hurt was humiliating. Evidently, Kristen had let Mistress Tami view the video tape from Calli’s dungeon.
Mistress Tami took a step back and once more addressed the pledges. “Tonight, pledges, we begin the next step of your indoctrination. In some ways, it combines several of the different interests we have seen develop over the last two days.” Mistress Tami nodded at Kristen, who immediately stepped forward with a large box.
Tami reached into the box and pulled out a large purple colored plastic and metal egg. She held it up high and Samantha noticed a six inch long black wire trailing down from it, giving it the appearance of a garishly colored sperm.
“This object is one of our sorority’s favorite toys. It was designed by a former sister who went into the adult novelty industry” Tami gave a sheepish smile. “To be honest, she uses our sorority as a test ground for her equipment.” Tami as well as the rest of the older girls chuckled out loud. Tami then continued.
“Tonight, in just a moment, all nine of you will have one of these placed into your bodies. Just as the vibrators and phallus you are currently sitting on, these eggs can do some interesting things.” Tami looked at Kristen with a pointed look on her face. Kristen nodded and held up what looked like a television set remote. Suddenly the egg in Tami’s hand began to vibrate, a tiny almost silent buzzing noise came from it, but it was the definite tremors shaking Tami’s fingers that attracted the attention of the girls.
“As you can see, it vibrates at various speeds. It also has a special feature.” Tami placed her other hand an inch above the egg when suddenly there was a loud thud from the tiny toy and it jumped out of Tami’s hand upward, striking her inverted palm. It fell back down, Tami’s fingers grasping it tightly as before.
“As well as the ‘thumper’ system, there is a the capability of sending a tiny electrical current as well.” She gave both Sam and Ally penetrating looks. “While certainly not at the levels of the punishment phallus or the over active stimulation from our electrical room, it delivers a maddening tingle to the wearer.” Mistress Tami said.
Samantha stared at the device, the idea of having it inside herself exciting, and yet foreboding all the same. After the rigors of the punishment phallus, she didn’t doubt her capabilities of enduring the egg, but she wondered whether her body would build up tolerances, requiring more and more intense stimulation. She shook her head, shifting in her seat, the thick hard wood impaled between the soft and tender lips of her sex furthering her excitement at the prospect of having the egg inside her.
Mistress Tami looked at Samantha and smiled. “Sam, you first. Please come up to the front and present yourself in the whipping position.” Sam bit her lip and stood up, the wooden phallus making a loud squelching sound as it left her body. One of the other sisters quickly brought forth a chair, turning it so that Sam would be facing the pledges when she assumed the whipping position. Carefully, Samantha turned to face her peers, seeing in their eyes the desire, lust, and knowledge that soon they would be enduring the same torments. She turned her back to the chair and reached behind her, placing her hands on the chair back. She leaned back, arching her back while at the same time spreading her legs wide apart. She knew that her sex was wet, glistening, and ripe and she blushed red at the thought that the other girls were getting a direct involuntary view.
Tami stepped to her hip and gave her a mischievious grin. “Sam, I have to admit, seeing you like this makes me want to whip you.”
Samantha swallowed. “You may if you want, Mistress Tami.” Sam replied. Tami’s face suddenly went dark.
“I don’t have to ask your permission, pledge. I’ll just take a whip to you.” Tami leaned up close. “From what Kristen tells me, you seem to like the harsher measures.”
Samantha looked horrified, totally embarrassed at her mistake. “I apologize Mistress Tami.” She said, her face scarlet.
Mistress Tami snorted and then motioned for Kristen to come forward with an egg. Tami took the purple plastic monstrosity and held it up in front of Samantha’s sex. For a few moments, she pressed the tip against Sam’s clit, rolling it around in the copious juices leaking from the bare crevice of Sam’s flower. In moments, the entire top half of the egg was gleaming in a wet shine and Mistress Tami pushed upward, forcing the egg inward.
Samantha gasped. The egg was larger than she had anticipated, wider at the middle than even the punishment phallus. It spread her wide as it entered and for just a moment Samantha moaned as the middle of the egg stretched her hole, and then with a sucking pop, the rest of the egg slipped upward filling Samantha’s body almost completely.
Tami gave Samantha’s sex a little pat and Sam felt a tiny brush against her thigh, realizing that the wire was hanging out of her pussy. She felt a quiver run through her body as she adjusted to the breadth and shape of the demonic little toy inside her.
“Kristen, please turn the vibrator on to its lowest setting.” Tami asked.
It was all Samantha could do not to gasp out loud. Her legs trembled and her body trembled for a moment as she reacted involuntarily to the new sensation. Her hips rocked back and forth.
“As you all can see, Samantha is already having trouble dealing with the sensations. However, I can assure you that the whipping position is the primary reason Sam can’t control her responses.” Tami turned back toward Samantha. “Please stand up straight Samantha.”
Samantha took a step back, straightening her body at the same time, and then pushed herself off the back of the chair. Almost immediately the tremors stopped, the buzzing between her legs now only a mere caress, rather than the intense stimulation of before.
“As you can see and no doubt hear, the vibrator is almost silent and Samantha can easily conceal the fact that she has a sex toy inside her, at least for the moment. Kristen?” Tami said, turning toward the pretty blonde junior.
Kristen pressed her remote and there was a muted thud that seemed to come from Samantha’s body. Sam’s face turned red and her mouth opened in a soundless moan. There came another thud and Sam put her hands to her pubs, pressing tightly.
“As you can all see, Kristen has activated the ‘thrust’ aspect of our little sex toy. Right now, inside Samantha, the egg is violently trying to ram itself deeper. From Sam’s face, you can tell what this must feel like.” Tami nodded at Kristen and made a slashing motion with her finger. Kristen pressed the remote and everyone could see Samantha’s visible relief.
“Let’s move on. Kristen?” Tami said, nodding to the remote wielding junior.
Kristen made a show of pressing another button on the remote and abruptly Samantha let out a cry and brought both hands to her crotch. She almost doubled over, her hands pressed tightly against the pink folds. Every pledge looked alarmed as Samantha’s hips began thrusting wildly, as if Sam had no control over her own motions. Her lips opened in what started as a soundless cry, but soon became a sobbing beg.
“P-p-please! Oh my God.” Sam’s voice came thin and desperate. Sam fell to her knees as she kept her hands between her legs, her voice a pleading distressed wail.
“Right now the egg inside Samantha is delivering powerful shocks along the inside of Samantha’s vagina. These shocks, while not actually painful, do cause severe muscle contractions. I think that’s enough Kristen.” Mistress Tami said.
Just as quickly as they started, Samantha felt the electrical impulses cease. She lay quivering, trying to regain her sense of normality after the torments inflicted upon her. She looked up at Kristen, seeing the older girl’s smile, the delight at pressing the buttons to cause these reactions in the sophomore pledge.
Mistress Tami looked back at the other pledges. “Each one of you will have an egg inserted. The egg will be left inside you for an entire twenty four hours. You may remove the egg only to use the restroom. To make sure you keep it in, we will require you to call the sorority house phone within ten minutes of feeling the shocks.” Tami could see the looks of concern on their faces. She smiled. “Don’t worry, pledges. We won’t be activating the shocks while you’re in the middle of class. It’s more of a way to make sure you keep them in during your free time and while sleeping. Any questions?”
Katherine, the thin willowy brunette Sam had noticed earlier raised a hand. “How do we get the egg out?” She asked.
Tami held up another egg and pulled on the black wire. “Just wrap this wire around a finger and tug firmly.”
Ally raised her hand. “You said we wouldn’t get shocked in class, what about vibrated and thumped?”
Mistress Tami held out her hands and shrugged. “That will be up to your Sister and Mistress. This test is designed to judge your control capabilities. I expect it to be difficult. Any other questions?”
There was silence and Mistress Tami nodded. “Very well, all of you stand up and assume the whipping positions.” There was the sticky skin coming off wood sound, and the sucking pop of eight phalluses being expunged from their wet warm gloves. The girls moved to the backs of their chairs, putting their hands on the back rests and arching their bodies, their legs spread, each echoing Samantha’s previous position.
Samantha watched as each pledge’s assigned sister came forward with an egg. It took only a few moments of gentle caress before each egg was soaked in the lubrication each girl generously provided. There was a soft flurry of moans as the eggs were pushed deep into each girl.
“Ladies, for the rest of the evening, you will accompany your Sister and Mistress, for personal training, additional duties, or to be released. Make sure that you take a copy of the house phone number before you leave for the evening. Dismissed.” Mistress Tami announced.
For a moment Samantha looked at Kristen, wondering what the Junior would have in store for her, or whether she would be allowed to go home. She was surprised when it was Tami’s hand that grasped her chin and turned her face.
“Now Samantha, we still have your deplorable decorum to deal with. You may have received more attention from Kristen for the last few days, but I am just as eager to torment you as she is. Now, resume the whipping position!” Mistress Tami demanded.
Samantha swallowed. Most of the other pledges had already left, but several of the other mistresses and sisters were still present, chatting or watching Tami’s denunciation of Samantha. Sam nodded her head and immediately returned to the whipping position, arching her back and spreading her legs, presenting her breasts and sex.
Tami snapped her fingers at Kristen, whose face was a mask, totally devoid of emotion, and Kristen handed the Senior mistress a cruel looking leather sap. Sam looked at Kristen, wondering what the Junior girl was thinking. Tami looked at Kristen for a moment and then her eyes hardened.
“You too. Strip and bring another chair right here in front of Sam.” Ordered Tami.
Samantha watched as Kristen removed her clothing. Rapidly, but not haphazardly, Kristen’s shirt, jeans, panties, bra, and socks were left in a pile. The tall junior grabbed one of the pledge chairs and brought it forward, turning the back toward Tami. Only two feet away, Kristen stepped between the chair and Sam, assuming the same position Sam was in, their calves touching at the ankles.
Tami never said a word and brought the sap up. With a stinging slap, she slammed the leather into Sam right breast, eliciting a painful gasp. Tami kept moving however, and on the back swing caught Kristen’s left bosom in as painful a blow as the one dealt to Samantha. For a minute, Tami bounced between the two girls, turning their breasts a matching shade of red.
Then she stopped, moving away for just a moment, and then returning with the remote that operated the egg inside Samantha. Sam’s eyes widened and then the vibrations began with a deep purring inside. Her hips thrust, tiny little spasms that attracted not only the eye, but the black leather sap wielded by Tami.
The sound of the sap changed dramatically as it impacted on the sodden swollen flesh of Samantha’s sex. It soaked up the moisture, making the leather more flexible, so that when it struck the tender areas of Kristen, it hurt much more. Kristen was gritting her teeth, her fingers clenching the back of the chair. Her legs were spread much more than Sam’s, her sex bulging, much fuller than Sam’s tight and dainty flower.
Tami took only a moment to press the remote again, and all three girls heard the metal thud that caused Samantha to jerk outward, almost losing her balance. There was another thud and Samantha gasped. Tami timed the next blow of the sap perfectly, smashing the sap right on to Sam’s clit as the egg jumped upward inside her.
There was a spine tingling wail as Sam’s orgasm crested. Her entire body trembled, shaking in the whipping position, her sex clenching around the fist sized intruder that was rumbling and thrashing inside her. Her skin was on fire as the pleasure sensations melded with the pain of her beating, and a squirt of her juices shot out, soaking the ground beneath her feet.
Tami stepped back to watch, resting her hand on Kristen’s pink shaded breast as Samantha struggled through her explosion. There was a slight scattering of applause from the other assembled sisters who had watched with pleasure at Samantha and Kristen’s torment.
Tami turned to Kristen. “I should put an egg inside you as well, shouldn’t I?” She demanded. Samantha looked up weakly at Kristen who nodded. “Whatever you wish, Mistress.” Tami nodded looking pleased. She turned to Samantha.
“That is the appropriate way to respond, pledge. Let’s try it.” Tami took one step to Sam and reached up, grasping a nipple between her finger and thumb.
“I would love to pinch your nipple until you cry.” Tami said, her voice harsh.
“Whatever you w-wish Mistress.” Samantha said. Tami smiled and gave her a tiny squeeze.
“I would love to parade you naked down the street.” Tami said.
“Whatever you wish Mistress.” Sam obediently replied.
“I would love to see you bound tight.”
“Whatever you wish Mistress.”
“I’d like you coated with wax, moaning while the egg vibrates inside you.”
“Oh yes! Whatever you wish!
“Mistress!” Tami snarled, once more pinching Sam’s breast.
“Mistress!” Sam called out, her voice quavering.
“I’d like to tie you to my bed and keep the punishment phallus in you for an hour.”
Sam didn’t miss a beat. “Whatever you wish Mistress!”
Mistress Tami stepped back. Samantha was still holding her position, the wet cream of her sex glistening in moist trails down her thighs. The layered petals of her flower were bright pink from the sap, her breasts a matching color. Her heavy breathing caused her chest to rise and fall like the waves of the sea. Tami pressed the remote, turning off the vibration, leaving the egg silent and still.
“Kristen, the both of you get dressed and then escort Samantha back to her dorm room.” She paused, “Via the student union of course.” Tami grinned, handing the remote to Kristen and then left the room.
Kristen straightened up, wincing slightly as she closed her legs to a respectable distance. She bent down and picked up her clothing.
“Come on Sam. You can stand up straight now.” Kristen said.
Samantha lifted her body upward until she was straight, bringing her legs together. Despite its stillness, Sam could still feel its tremendous presence inside her, filling her. With each step she took she felt it roll, keeping her sexually on edge. She gave Kristen a wane smile.
“You okay? We need to go to my room. You’re clothes are up there.” Kristen said.
“Sure. I’m okay. I’ve just never orgasmed like that in my life.” Samantha replied, stretching a little.
Kristen nodded. “How does the egg feel?”
“Like someone’s pushed a grapefruit into me.” Sam said. “I’ll be okay in just a few minutes. I just have to get used to its size.”
Kristen smiled. “Sure.”
Together the two girls left the main sitting room and went upstairs, following the orders of Mistress Tami.
Chapter 10: The 24 Hour Egg
The night was brisk and clear as
the two girls made their way down Avenue C toward the main campus. Despite the balmy evening, very few people
were around and Samantha spent several minutes asking more questions about the
Sorority. Kristen did her best to answer
and the time went quickly. Before Sam
knew it, they were standing on the sidewalk in front of the
“Hold up here a moment, Samantha.” Kristen said quietly, eyeing two boys who were sitting on the concrete bench that surrounded the lily pond. Sam halted, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as Kristen dug for a moment in her purse. Sam watched as the junior girl seemed to find what she was looking for.
Sam quivered for a second, her face draining of color as the vibrations of the sex toy inside her immediately began to tantalize her. Her fingers clenched into tight fists as she fought for control. She gave a single glare to Kristen, but the look on the older girl’s face was enough to quail any thoughts of objection. She bit her lip, trying to steady herself.
“Hey? Are you okay?” One of the boys said. Both boys had been watching them closely as boys are wont to do.
Samantha nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” She said, her body still trembling, her thighs seeming to want to spasm.
Kristen grinned. “Come on. We have to go by the Student Union before I take you back to your dorm room.”
Samantha grasped Kristen’s arm, her voice a concerned whisper. “Sister Kristen! I can’t walk with this thing on!” Sam’s face was a carefully controlled mask, hiding the intense sexual stress she was feeling. “I can barely hide what its doing right now! I can’t!”
“You have too.” Kristen shrugged her shoulders. “Either you walk, or you can stay here.” Her eyes narrowed. “Do you need a little push to get you moving?” Kristen cocked her head.
Samantha closed her eyes. Her entire body seemed to be centered in the deep well between her legs. Her sex churned with desire and need which spread out to each limb, crying out her desperation. She hesitated too long, finding the courage to take a step, when suddenly she felt the egg inside her leap, ramming upward as if she had just impaled herself on the punishment phallus.
“Ahhhh…” Samantha said, her body jerking forward. Her hands immediately went to her loins, but she regained control, looking fearfully at the two boys who couldn’t understand her reactions. She turned to look at Kristen, whose hand was still buried in her purse. Samantha nodded.
“Okay, I’m ready to walk.” She said, her voice hard and strained.
“Good. I thought you might be ready.” Kristen replied.
Together, the two girls again moved onward, crossing Avenue C and moving down one of the side roads until they hit the main mall of the campus. To Samantha, it was a difficult walk. The movement of the egg inside her only heightened her sexual need, and Kristen’s repeated pressing of the thumper button had her jumping every few yards. By the time they reached the eagle statue Samantha could feel her juices flowing, a tiny trickle that seemed to be leaking down her leg.
She clutched Kristen’s arm. “Oh God, please Kristen. I can’t walk through there in the light!”
Kristen chuckled. “Nonsense.” Her eyes grew speculative. “You know how to play pool right?”
Samantha was surprised at the question, caught off guard. “Pool? Yes. I know how to play.”
“Good. Let’s go play a few rounds.” Kristen said. She grabbed hold of Samantha’s arm and pulled her into the student union.
It only took a few minutes to walk down the grand staircase and enter the game room. Tuesday night was quiet with only one other table occupied, by two freshman boys who were pretending not to notice the two girls. Kristen ordered up a table on the far side, right next to the two boys, much to Samantha’s consternation.
“Come on, Sam. Pick out a cue stick.” Kristen said. Sam looked up, trying to concentrate through the buzzing. Suddenly the sensation stopped and Sam turned, seeing Kristen remove her hand from her purse. Samantha smiled a look of appreciation and choose out a stick.
Kristen shrugged. “I didn’t think it would be fair.” Sam gave a slight chuckle, her body still sensitive from the walk.
Samantha let Kristen break and in moments the game was on. The clatter of balls, the occasional laugh, and Samantha felt the stirrings of comradeship beyond the sexual fetishes of Sigma Epsilon Xi. Kristen barely won, sinking the eight ball a moment before Sam had the opportunity.
The boys however, were certainly not doing so well. With most of their attention focused on the plaid knee length skirt Samantha wore, along with Kristen’s black mini, not to mention deep wells of cleavage from the halter tops both girls wore, their playing was atrocious.
Kristen winked at Samantha. “Let’s have some fun.” Sam watched as Kristen sauntered over to the boy’s table.
“Hey guys. How’s the game?”
One of the boys smiled, his face a mask of confidence. “We’re doing good. And you two?”
Kristen shrugged. “We’re feeling the need for a challenge.” She said. The second boy laughed. “Well you came to the right place…Let’s rack up the balls.” He said. Kristen nodded but held up her hand.
“Well, there has to be some risk involved, otherwise, it’s just a game.” She said, her eyes glittering.
The boys looked at her quizzically. “Oh. You want to wager?” Kristen nodded. The boy shrugged. “Sure. I can put a twenty down on the game. What about you Chris?” The other boy nodded. “Yeah, I can handle a twenty, Mike.”
Mike looked back at Kristen. “Can you cover a twenty dollar wager?” He asked.
Kristen frowned. “Actually no. We don’t have any money.” She snapped her fingers and smiled. “How about this? You play Samantha the first game, and if she loses, she’ll sit in the chair there with her skirt around her waist and her legs spread wide through my entire game with Chris for your money and his. If I lose, then we will give both of you blow jobs.”
The boys looked astonished, but their expressions didn’t match the one on Samantha’s face. Just as she was about to object she caught Kristen’s glance and immediately quieted.
“Well…” Mike said.
“She isn’t wearing panties.” Kristen said with an evil grin. Samantha blushed scarlet as both freshman boys stared at her.
“You aren’t wearing panties?” Mike asked. Samantha hung her head and shook it.
“Whoa…okay. You’ve got yourself a deal.” He opened his wallet and laid a twenty dollar bill on the side of the table.
Kristen smiled and motioned Samantha forward. “Kick his ass, girl.” She said.
Samantha rolled her eyes, totally humiliated to be held up as the rewards for a wager. She bent down and prepared to break when suddenly she felt the vibrations of the egg start once more. She gasped and straightened. Her eyes misted.
“Hey. Are you okay?” Mike asked, staring at her.
It was a repeat of the question posed to her earlier and she nodded. She turned and looked at Kristen who sat in the chair, her hand holding the remote in plain sight. Samantha bit her lip and concentrated, returning her attention to the break. With a flash her cue stick moved and struck the cue ball, sending it smashing into the other balls which ricocheted around the table.
As Mike moved next to her he paused, looking confused. For a moment he stared at her then shook his head, turning his eye to the table. His shot was right on and he sunk a striped ball. For the next few minutes he moved around the table, concentrating as three more balls followed the first.
As Samantha moved up, she felt the vibrations stop again. With a dirty look at Kristen, she lined up her sights and proceeded to shoot. Kristen let her without interruption and she quickly matched Mike’s shots, finally missing a pocket on the fifth ball. As soon as she stepped away from the table she felt the mashing thud of the thumper. She let out a startled cry and slammed her thighs together.
“What’s wrong with you?” Mike asked, clearly disturbed at Samantha’s antics. He watched as Sam’s hands seemed to press hard against her waist.
“Uh…nothing. I’m fine. Are you going to shoot?” She asked. Mike shook his head, and giving a deep sigh of exasperation, he turned back to the table. Samantha stood watching in desperation as he proceeded to sink three more balls. To her relief, he placed himself in an impossible position to sink the eight and he turned the table over to her.
Samantha turned and gave Kristen a deep stare, trying to understand the motives the junior possessed in humiliating her. Was the bet just a front? Why had Kristen turned on the vibrator when she was making her first shot? Samantha took a deep breath and decided that she would accept whatever Kristen felt necessary to inflict upon her, be it humiliation or sexual stimulation. Sam bent over the table and took her shot.
With a clunk the ball went into the pocket, allowing Sam to take up the next shot. As she bent over to sight down the cue stick, the vibrator went into over time, buzzing madly inside her. She moaned, closing her eyes and Mike who was beside her reached out to her.
“You’re not okay. Even I can tell that. Are you sick?” He looked at her face and the paused once more. “There it is again. I can hear it. Some sort of buzzing.” He glanced at Kristen who grinned and nodded.
“What the hell is that?” He asked. He bent over at the waist, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. Slowly he dropped down, until his head was even with Samantha’s skirt. He rose, his face astonished.
“You’ve got a vibrator inside you don’t you!” He demanded.
Sam flushed scarlet, nodding.
“What the fuck!” He shook his head. “Man, you girls are wacked.”
“Take the shot Samantha.” Kristen said.
Samantha struggled, trying to concentrate as she once more bent over the table. Kristen had turned the vibrator up to its maximum setting and it was everything Samantha could do to even move the stick. She struck the cue ball at an angle and it caromed off the edge of the table, missing the eight ball by a mile. Mike smiled. Within moments he had sighted his stick at the cue ball, and with a click he rammed the black ball into the pocket.
Sam stared at Kristen who grinned in satisfaction. The junior girl nodded, tilting her head toward the chair against the wall. Dumbfounded, Sam moved over to the chair and sat down in it. She knew Kristen’s expectations, and she spread her legs wide to the opposite sides of the seat. Her little plaid skirt had already ridden up and with only a little effort the two boys would have been treated to the shadowy sight of her pink flushed pussy. But once more, her desire to please Kristen overrode her dignity. Her trembling fingers pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist and both boys stared down at the pulsing lips of her sex.
“That is fucking awesome.” Mike whispered, his eyes glued to Samantha’s body.
“Well, stare all you want.” Kristen said as she started to rack the balls for her game with Chris.
Kristen let Chris break, but smiled as she noticed that every other moment his head was turned toward Samantha. The two twenty dollar bills lay on the side of the table and she took her turn, knocking in the first ball of the game.
It was a rout. Kristen made short work of the table, Sam’s humiliation distracting Chris enough that his shots went wide. But after realizing he was going to lose, he tried to buckle down. During Chris next shot, Kristen reached over to her purse just as he was about to slam the stick into the cue ball and pressed the remote.
“Ughhhhhh!” Sam voice came on cue, her hands going to her groin. Her legs shot outward and then closed in front of her and a look of shock and pain etched itself across her face. Chris’ shot went wide, striking one of Kristen’s balls and setting up an easy play.
Mike looked concerned and went to Samantha, placing a hand on her shoulder as her she tried to gain control.
“Are you okay?” He asked again. Samantha nodded. “I-I’m sorry. I’m just not used to handling stuff like this.”
Suddenly Mike stiffened. “This is some sort of pledge hazing, isn’t it?” He glared at Kristen who was bent over the table, her short little mini skirt showing off the bottom curve of her buttocks. With a grin she knocked another ball into the pocket.
“What sorority are ya’ll with?” he asked. Kristen looked up.
“None of your beeswax.” She knocked another ball in, leaving only one more ball before the eight.
Mike looked concerned and he turned toward Samantha. “Look, I hope you know that hazing isn’t allowed. It’s illegal and the sorority can loose their charter with the school if they do it. You don’t have to accept this.”
Kristen sighed. Another white knight. “Samantha? Feel free to refuse my orders. You know the consequences though.” Kristen sighted again and hammered the next ball home.
Samantha looked at Mike with a soft smile, her body finally calm from the electrical shock Kristen had delivered. “I appreciate your kindness, but I’m fine, really.” Sam spread her legs again and once more the boys’ eyes were buried between them. Sam felt the warm wetness of desire and need flood through her and for a moment, she wished that Kristen would loose.
But that was not to be. With a final flick of the cue stick, the eight ball landed in a corner pocket and Kristen delightedly pulled the two twenties off the table.
“Well gentlemen, that was certainly a lot of fun. Come on Sam, lets head back to the dorm.” Sam nodded and stood up, the vibrator still buzzing inside her. She immediately followed Kristen past the dazed freshmen and together they left the University game room.
“Um Kristen? Do I need to call the sorority house? You gave me a shock.” Sam asked softly as they exited the building.
Kristen shook her head. “No. I was right there and I know you had the egg inside you. If you can see me, then you can report it directly to me.” She gave Sam a smile. “These remotes are good for about seventy feet, so you can turn it on when someone is in a classroom or a dorm room and you may not be able to see them.”
Kristen shook her head. “Last year, one of Tami and Calli’s favorite things to do to me was make me wear one of the eggs, but for days at a time. On the hour, every hour I got shocked. They were like clockwork, enough so that I would find an out of the way bench to sit on right before the shock struck. Now that was cruel.”
“It was? It doesn’t sound so bad.” Sam said.
“It was cruel because I was late to every class.” Kristen said with a grin. “You seem to be handling the vibrations a little better.”
Samantha nodded. “I had a tiny orgasm while you were playing pool, right when you shocked me.”
Kristen looked intrigued. “Was it being exposed in front of those boys? Or having the shock?”
Samantha blushed. “Being exposed brought me to it, but the shock made it happen.”
Kristen’s
eyes widened. “Oh my. Samantha!
You are all full of surprises!
First we discover your love for pain, and now for humiliation! Delicious!
A pain and humiliation slut! Calli would have loved you!” She leaned over. “Unbutton your blouse all the way! Just leave it open for the rest of our walk”
The color flushed away from Samantha’s face in an instant. The thought of entering the dorm hall, the white flash of skin from her neck to her belly exposed, her lack of a bra, combined with the still continuing vibrations between her legs sent another tiny orgasm through her. Her mouth parted in a small gasp and her fingers fumbled at the buttons of her shirt. It took a moment, but then she stood in front of Kristen, her shirt open to the waist, at risk of a stiff breeze blowing it aside to expose her still tender and pink breasts.
Kristen smiled and leaned in close. “If it weren’t for indecency laws, I’d force you to strip and walk back naked!”
There were no further close up encounters with fellow students on their way back to the dorms, but Sam flushed a deep red as they passed the admittance counter in the lobby of the dorm room. The young man stood there, his eyes wide in astonishment as Sam flashed her ID card and quickly moved up the stairs. It took only a minute or two more for Sam to make it back to her dorm room.
Sam looked sheepish. “I’d invite you in, but I’m sure my roommate…”
Kristen nodded. “I know. Soon enough we’ll be sharing a room.” She smiled. “And don’t forget, don’t take it out except to use the restroom.”
Samantha nodded. “I won’t.” Sam hesitated a moment, then opened her mouth to speak. “Uh…Sister Kristen? I was just wondering if the egg was going to vibrate the entire night?”
Kristen laughed. “As much as I would love to inflict that upon you pledge, I know how tough it is to sleep with that thing on. Calli used to insert that thing in me and make me try to sleep too, but thankfully only on Friday and Saturday nights. In any event, I’m going to leave it on for another thirty minutes or so, then give you a breather for the night.”
Samantha looked relieved. “Oh thank you. I couldn’t imagine trying to sleep tonight, especially with class tomorrow.”
Kristen nodded. “Well, you should still leave it in. I can guarantee that I will shock you at least once tonight.”
“Shock me again?” Sam asked, her eyes widening.
“Yep. Want to make sure the egg isn’t sitting on your desk. Don’t worry. I’ll wake you up with a thump first.” The junior girl laughed and then lifted a hand, moving Samantha’s still open blouse to one side, a soft lightly pink breast clearly in view. Kristen tweaked the still hard nipple.
“See ya.” Kristen said, turning away and starting down the hall. Samantha sighed and rested a moment, leaning against the wall. For the last hour and a half the egg inside her had been buzzing, along with the occasional shock and thump. Her body was a riot of sensation, the ever constant vibrations, the desperate urge. It was everything Sam could do to keep from lifting her skirt and using her fingers to stimulate her own clit.
Softly, she opened her dorm room and slipped in, knowing that it would be a long night.
Chapter 11: Fried,
Poached, or Sunny Side Up?
Samantha’s eyes popped open in the darkness. Automatically she twisted her head to glance at the digital alarm clock sitting on the bedside table, barely registering the 5:55am readout. She looked around for a moment, trying to figure out what woke her when the egg still buried inside her became active. Sam let out a tiny groan and reached down between her legs, slipping her hands underneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Her fingers pressed hard against her mons as the waves of intense pleasure washed over her.
She wasn’t prepared for the electrical shock, but managed to stifle her scream in the soft whiteness of her pillows. Her finger smashed against her clit, rubbing it until the cresting wave of her orgasm smashed through her. It was brief, and the vibrations never stopped, even after she came. Slowly she sat up and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. Her fingers went to her purse and she withdrew her cell phone. She stood and padded over to the door, opening it and stepping in to the hall in order not to disturb her room mate. Her fingers dialed the number she had memorized.
“Hello?” A female voice came.
“Um…hi, this is Samantha. I just wanted to report that I got shocked.” She said, realizing how stupid her comment sounded.
“Oh. Okay, I’ll make a note of it, Sam. How are you feeling?” The girl asked.
“I’m fine, I guess.” Sam replied, pressing her thighs together as the vibrations began to do their work on her sensitized libido.
“Really? You don’t sound so fine. Have you orgasmed lately?” The girl inquired.
“Yes, Sister. I came just a few minutes ago.”
“What are you wearing right now?”
Samantha looked down at her wardrobe. “Um, tee shirt, pajama shorts, and panties.”
“And where are you? In your dorm room?”
“No Sister, I’m out in the hall so I wouldn’t wake my room mate.” Sam said fearfully, wondering what was about to happen.
“That’s even better. You need to go downstairs and out into the courtyard to meet Kristen.”
Sam sighed. “Okay, I can handle that.”
“Sans shirt.”
“What?” Sam blurted out, the thought of not wearing a shirt to the courtyard, even at six in the morning, was too much.
“Kristen told me that you liked humiliation. Take your shirt off, carry it with you, but you better be half naked when you see Kristen.” The girl paused for a moment. “Oh and by the way, Kristen said that if you aren’t down there within seven minutes of getting shocked, she was going to start thumping and shocking you non stop.”
Sam gasped. It had already been several minutes since the first shock. She immediately peeled off her shirt and began running down the hall, her bare feet slapping on the carpet. She slammed into the stairwell door, thudding down the stairs until she faced the outside door. Sometime during the rush, she hung up the phone and with a push, opened the door and stepped out onto the courtyard.
Kristen was waiting for her, standing there impatiently tapping her foot in the soft light of the courtyard lamp. Samantha glanced around, making sure no one was looking as she approached her sorority sister, her nipple puckering in the cool morning air.
“Morning, Sam.” Kristen said as Sam moved close. “You look…titillating.” Sam’s cheeks turned red for a moment as Kristen reached out and ran a thumb over each nipple. “Sleep good?” Kristen asked.
Sam nodded. “Yes, Sister Kristen.”
“And how does that egg feel right now?” Kristen asked, her eyes intent.
Sam swallowed. “It’s driving me crazy.”
“Makes you want to fuck right now doesn’t it?” Kristen said, her voice intense.
“Yes, sister.”
Kristen put her hands on her hips. “All right, back into the stairwell.” She ordered. Samantha followed obediently, glad to be out of the open courtyard where any early riser would catch a glimpse of her bare breasts. Kristen popped open the stairwell door and motioned for Samantha to move ahead of her.
“That’s good Samantha. Stop right there.” Kristen said as Samantha placed her foot on the third step. Sam looked back at Kristen who was reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, and Sam immediately stopped.
“Now slip those pajama bottoms to your ankles and kneel down on that step.” Kristen motioned with her hand on the hard ceramic tiled step as she pulled out a multi-headed thong whip, letting lose a swish of air as she swung it around. Sam’s eyes widened and she swallowed hard as her fingers pushed her pajamas downward to her knees. The soft silk slid quickly, baring Sam’s wet and quivering sex and the soft curves of her buttocks. She knelt down, resting her arms on the stairs above her, bending over.
Kristen never even hesitated, swing the whip sideways hard. Thongs struck with a loud thwack and Samantha winced, her eyes shutting tight as the sting exploded through her. Kristen swung again and another blow landed across the soft cheeks of Sam’s bottom. Biting her lip, Samantha wiggled her hips, trying desperately to quench the growing heat.
The vibrations of the egg seemed to intensify with each new blow from Kristen and in moments Samantha’s body quivered from the orgasm that rocked her. Being whipped in a public stairwell with the risk of anyone from multiple floors coming down at any moment, all when a demonic sex toy was buried inside her was too much for her fragile psyche. With a cry of abandon, she fell forward, the burning of her buttocks matching the heat between her legs.
Kristen watched, a cruel smile on her face as the sophomore beauty took a few minutes to regain her composure.
“All right, get up. Get your clothes in order and get back to your room. I know you’ve got class soon.” Kristen said as she shut off the vibrator.
Samantha nodded, hurriedly getting to her feet and pulling her silk pajama bottoms up to cover her exposed bottom. Her tee shirt almost immediately followed, finally covering the smooth white mounds. With a look of appreciation she smiled at Kristen, and then in a fit of insanity, Sam leaned forward and gave Kristen a quick kiss on the cheek.
Kristen’s icy demeanor melted and she grabbed Samantha in a hug, holding her tight.
“Oh I love you so much I could eat you!” Kristen whispered.
Sam sighed. “I’m yours to do with as you please, Sister Kristen.”
“Oh yes, I know it, pledge, but I can’t interfere with your classes. So off you go.” Kristen gave Sam a slight swat on her bottom, pushing the sophomore up the stairs. “Go on. And remember, no panties or bra today.”
Sam gave Kristen one last smile before hurrying back to her room.
Sam grimaced as she stepped out of the lecture hall where her American Government class was held. The long knee length skirt she wore seemed to tremble slightly as her hips swayed and she hurried along the hall toward the bath room. Biting her lip, she looked distracted, her mind on something else as she pushed her way in, hurrying toward a stall. The sounds of other students around her, taking care of their own needs, filled the room, but she ignore that as she closed the door and hiked up her skirt.
She wasn’t wearing panties of course. She would never risk losing her position with the sorority by ignoring Kristen’s command. Her long fingers immediately went down to her sex, pinching her own engorged clit. She rubbed it hard, feeling the intense longing crest in climatic surge that relieved the tensions she had felt since mid-period.
It had happened right in the middle of the lecture, with twenty five minutes left. In the middle of a sentence Samantha had felt the sudden impact of the thumper, causing her to jerk in her seat. Her pen sliced off to the side, leaving an ugly streak from one end of the paper to the other. Sam had taken a moment to look around, but couldn’t see Kristen anywhere. She bit her lip and bent back down to continue her notes when she felt the egg inside her begin to vibrate.
At first it was at its lowest setting, a dim but annoying buzz that couldn’t even be heard. But every few minutes the tremors increased, until the boy sitting next to her began to look around for the sound. Sam concentrated hard, desperately willing herself to finish the class as her sexual needs intruded more and more. Her left hand frequently went to her lap where it seemed to involuntarily attempt to suppress the vibrations, pushing down on the mons. At the end of class, she had jumped up, leaving a still bewildered boy attempting to figure out whose cell phone was vibrating.
She leaned back, resting against the tile wall. Grateful that no more classes lay ahead, she relaxed as the sounds of students slowly faded, leaving her alone. She looked down at herself. Her unseemly spread legs, parted to either side of the toilet, her skirt hiked up around her waist, even her high heeled clad feet turned to either side, displaying the curved arch, everything about her seemed to scream the word sex. And the vibrations continued.
Running her wet fingers through her slit once more, Samantha moaned, losing herself in the sexual surges. She barely noticed the sound of the bathroom door opening, and even managed to ignore the sound of humming.
“Aaaahhhh!” Samantha cried out as a jolt of electricity exploded out of the egg, eliciting the cry.
“Ah…there you are.” Kristen’s voice came from the other side of the door.
“Kristen?” Samantha asked in astonishment.
“Sister Kristen, if you don’t mind, Sam. You keep racking up the demerits.” Kristen laughed. “Now lift your foot and use your toe to open the latch.”
“Yes, Sister Kristen.” Samantha replied. She raised her leg, using the open toe of her sandal to slide the latch back. The door swung open and Kristen looked in, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Oh! You slut!” She said, laughing. Kristen gazed at Samantha’s soaked sex, spread obscenely open on the toilet. Sam blushed furiously and began to close her legs.
“Oh no! Stay like that. I want to see you masturbate for me.” Kristen grinned and held up the egg remote. “Let’s see some action.” She pressed one of the buttons and Samantha felt the thumper slam inside her.
Sam’s fingers once more dived into the pink slit between her legs. She rubbed fast, her knees knocking against the sides of the stall as the sensations of both the vibrator and the thumper brought her right back up toward the crest of orgasm. Sam let out a tiny moan and then shuddered, her body ridged as her explosion raced through her, until she finally drooped, sagging on the toilet seat.
Kristen nodded. “Very nice. Come on. I’m not done with you yet.”
The walk back to the sorority house was long, especially for Samantha, who had to deal with the intense vibrations of the egg on full power for the entire journey. Every few yards, especially around other students, Kristen would press the thumper or electric shock button, enjoying the sight of Samantha thrusting her hips wildly as the demonic little toy tormented her.
It was still early when they arrived, a full hour and a half before the required five o’clock meeting time and Sam obediently stripped off her skirt and blouse on the front porch, totally oblivious to the fact that cars seemed to be zipping by meters away. Together, the two girls entered the old house, one dressed, the other submissive and nude.
“Are you showing me something new, Sister Kristen?” asked Sam as she followed Kristen down the main hall, turning right past the kitchen. The older girl nodded as they made their way deeper into the old house.
“This place
is very big, and well maintained. Our
alumni are VERY gracious.” Kristen said
as they walked down another hall. “They
even find graduating members high paying jobs, a career, even husbands.
“Husbands?” Sam asked.
“You mean we don’t get to choose?”
Her voice suddenly very concerned.
Kristen looked at her incredulously. “Of course we get to choose you nit! And you don’t have to choose one presented by anyone. However, most girls do, because they’re presented with well groomed, well mannered men, who have lots of wealth, and who have been…lets just say…properly trained on how to treat a woman.”
“I’m not sure I understand.” Samantha said, her face looking slightly confused.
Kristen sighed as she turned the knob on a door. “That’s okay. Don’t worry about it. You will understand a lot more after you’re inducted, and then even more after you become a Sister.”
Sam nodded as she followed Kristen into the small room. It was only ten or so feet wide, and only twelve feet deep. In the center of the room was a metal square, the color of burnished copper, that sat on a thick rubber mat. A set of chains and manacles hung from a support beam in the ceiling. A small black console sat to the side, a thick rubber coated power plug running from a wall outlet leading to it.
Sam hesitated and glanced at Kristen, a tiny look of trepidation visible in her eyes.
“Oh come on, Samantha. Do you really think I want to hurt you?”
Sam bit her lip and Kristen laughed.
“Okay, okay, I do, but not like that. The sexual kind of hurt. The kind of hurt that you feel when you’re getting shocked or thumped. That kind of hurt.” Kristen said. She motioned toward the metal square. “Stand on that.”
Samantha gingerly stepped on to the metal square, expecting to feel a shock the first second. When nothing happened she brought the second foot down and stood in the center, looking apprehensively at Kristen.
“Arms up sweetheart.” Kristen said, a beaming smile on her face.
“What is this place?” Asked Samantha as she raised her arms up to the waiting manacles. Kristen immediately began buckling in the sophomore girl.
“Well, its called the Electric Room.”
Sam suddenly recalled Mistress Tami’s litany of the pledge’s accomplishments. “Is this the electric room that Mistress Tami said Ally had found?”
Kristen laughed. “Oh yes. Your fellow peer has certainly found her soft spot. It’s my understanding that Mistress Nicole kept her orgasming for four hours in here.” Kristen grinned. “But we only have an hour and a half.” Kristen gave a quick yank on the chains, satisfying herself that Samantha was secure.
Kristen walked back to the console and reached under the control panel, pulling out two sets of long wires. At each end there was a clamp which Kristen didn’t hesitate to attach around each delicate exposed nipple on Samantha’s body. Sam groaned and bit her lip as the delicious pinching excited her, especially since the egg was still buzzing around inside her.
The two sets of wires were connected to the console and suddenly Sam stiffened, her breasts seeming to become alive as the most incredible sensation made its way through her flesh. It was almost as if her nipples were contracting and then releasing, over and over. She moaned, slumping in the chains as the voltage increased, turning the pulsing of the electrodes into an almost intolerable electric jolt.
In moments, Samantha was squealing as Kristen turned the juice up and began mashing down on the electric shock and thumper buttons on the remote. Pumping her hips madly, Samantha began to experience her first orgasm since her bathroom masturbation. Her fifth of the day brought a scream of pleasure. Kristen reached down and pulled out a purple colored glass rod.
“Well, well, what are you doing, Kristen?” Said a new voice. Neither girl had noticed Mistress Tami entering the room. Kristen immediately turned off the power and the egg, turning to face the senior girl as Samantha slowly regained her composure.
Suddenly it was Kristen looking uncomfortable. “Uh…I was punishing the pledge for her failure to address me by my title Mistress.” She quickly put away the purple wand.
Tami nodded. “I see. Don’t you think the electric room is a little severe for that? Usually we just add demerits.”
Kristen bowed her head. “She has a lot of demerits, Mistress.”
Tami smiled. “I think its because you wanted to see her dance.”
Kristen said nothing.
“Strip Kristen. Join your sorority sister on the plate.” Tami ordered, her eyes turning hard.
With wide eyes, Kristen stood there. But her surprise immobilized her for only a second and with unusual haste she quickly began to peel off her clothes. In moments the blonde beautiful junior was as naked as Samantha who watched the undressing with a hungry eagerness. Kristen stepped on to the plate as Tami brought a second set of cuffs, these with a metal clip up. In moments, Kristen was bound next to Samantha, their soft breasts pressed together, skin to skin.
Tami spent the next several minutes with a multitude of wires, running them back and forth between the two girls and the console. Sam only whimpered when another clamp found its way between her legs onto her clit. Even their breasts were linked. Tami turned around one last time, holding a glass of water in her hand. With a toss, she flung the contents onto the two naked beauties.
“Time to dance.” She announced.
Samantha felt the first shock, but not from her clit or breasts, but on the soles of her feet. She gave a tiny leap, just as Kristen did, tugging painfully on the clamps that connected them. Just as the girls came back down the first pulses exploded through their clits and nipples. Kristen’s face contorted in the pain and pleasure, and Sam could not hold her own excitement in. In moments, the two girls were gyrating madly, their bodies absorbing the electrical shocks over and over.
Sam lost all track of time, noting only that she had orgasmed three more times since Mistress Tami had entered. Finally the dance ended, both Sam and Kristen limp in their bonds, their bodies coated with a slick glistening sheen. Their clits and nipples were sore and engorged, but intact as Tami began pulling the clamps off their bodies. To Samantha’s relief, Tami even turned off the vibrating egg.
“It’s twenty minutes before the meeting. Go get cleaned up, the both of you. Kristen, I expect you to be wearing a punishment harness for the entire meeting.
Kristen’s eyes widened. “But Mistress! Please!”
“No buts. I know what you did to Sam yesterday afternoon, and I know what you intended for her today. You know damn well that all we’ve required of Ally was for her to ride the sybian and endure the electrical insert. The wand was not for Samantha.” Tami paused and sighed. “However, considering Samantha’s sexual appetites, perhaps we should use one of the wands at a later date. In the meanwhile, you will wear a punishment harness for not consulting with me first.”
Kristen’s eyes fell. “Yes Mistress.”
“Off you go.”
Kristen nodded and grabbed Samantha. Together, still naked, the two girls left the electrical room and made their way upstairs to Kristen’s bedroom.
“Kristen? Whats a punishment harness?” Sam asked.
Kristen’s face turned into an angry frown. She went to her closet and rummaged around for just a moment before tossing a black bra toward Samantha. Sam caught it and felt a sharp prick on her thumb. She turned it over in her hands and discovered that the entire interior of each cup was lined with tiny sharp plastic spikes, like a bed of nails.
“Oh my God!” Sam said, looking up in horror at Kristen.
Kristen nodded. “No kidding. It’s got to be the worst thing to wear, ever. I hate the thing.”
“Does it hurt?” Sam asked, running her thumb over the spikes.
“Yes, just like tiny pin pricks all over your breasts. It’s the nipples that are the problem. They poke out a bit and the needles are very sharp.” Kristen shrugged her shoulders and motioned with her hand. “You’re naked, put it on and see for yourself.”
Samantha hesitated for a moment, but then slowly lifted the brazier up to her bosom, carefully cupping each breast in the evil cloth cups. She almost immediately felt the sharp tack like spikes and as she increased the pressure, she felt each pin dig into her flesh, tormenting her. Sam couldn’t imagine how painful it would be to actually snap the bra into place. She looked up at Kristen in sympathy.
“Oh yeah. And imagine what it would be like to be paddled on the tits wearing that thing!” Kristen stepped into the bathroom and started the shower.
“Ouch!” Sam exclaimed and draped it over a chair. Kristen stuck her head back into the room.
“Exactly. Ouch is right. The water is ready, come on.”
Sam eagerly followed Kristen into the shower built for two and both girls quickly soaped each other off, trying desperately not to become too aroused. After drying off, Samantha quickly brushed out her hair as Kristen slowly clasped the punishment harness around her breasts, snapping it into place with a grimace.
Kristen put on her usual white blouse over it, and with seemingly careful movements, managed to get her skirt on and zipped up. Sam kindly knelt down and put on Kristen’s sandals.
“Perfect. Let’s go to the meeting.” Kristen announced, gesturing to the door.
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