Episode 2: Bondage University (Part 2)
‘Mistress? Permission to speak?’ Charlotte knelt on the floor of Isabel's room. Her wrists were still locked behind her back but Isabel had just removed her gag.
‘Granted.’
‘What was that about collusion?’
Charlotte saw Isabel blush and look away at the window. Then she went to her desk and picked up a slim booklet labelled ‘course handbook’.
‘It’s one of the university rules.’ Isabel turned to look at her. ‘I’m supposed to properly dominate you, not just play at it. “Regardless of the identity of your allocated partner, you as a dominant are required to treat them as the submissive they are…”,’ she read. ‘Apparently, if I do that I’ll be a better dominant and you’ll be a better submissive: “submissives must be allowed to explore their chosen lifestyle and develop their own potential”.’
‘Is that what you’ve been trying to do?’ Charlotte asked cautiously. ‘To dominate me properly.’
Isabel nodded.
‘I thought I’d done something to upset you or…something about you had changed.’
‘I didn’t want to tell you.’ Isabel knelt down in front of Charlotte. ‘I was worried that would be considered collusion.’
Charlotte read the concern in her lover’s face.
‘Is that all?’
Isabel looked away then looked back at her, fixing her gaze on Charlotte’s eyes.
‘I also wanted to…see if I could do it.’ She was blushing. There was something beautiful about Isabel when she blushed. ‘Dominate you, properly.’ She bit her lower lip, I don’t think I was very good at it.’
Charlotte shifted on her knees, very aware that she was naked and cuffed and very much wanting to take Isabel in her arms.
‘Actually, you are very good at it. I mean, you need a bit of practice but…’ It was Charlotte’s turn to look away and then meet Isabel’s gaze. ‘But as a dominant, you are all I want - beautiful and terrifying and I…I think I could easily be a sub if you were my mistress.’
Charlotte felt herself blushing.
‘Oh, Charlie.’ Isabel leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. ‘It would be so much easier if we’d been cast the other way around.’
Charlotte grinned. ‘But not nearly so much fun.’
‘You think having me as your mistress is going to be fun do you, Slave?’ Isabel picked up the leash still hanging from Charlotte’s nipple rings. ‘I think you might be forgetting you have a demerit for speaking to Professor Manners without permission and, after I’ve addressed that, you’re in for an afternoon of bondage and discipline like you can’t imagine.’
‘I have a very good imagination, Mistress.’
‘I think you'll find that’s another demerit.’ Isabel stood and pulled gently on the leash causing Charlotte to stand too. ‘And when I’ve punished you, we’re going to study for a couple of hours.’
‘Yes, Mistress.’
The afternoon for Charlotte passed in a blur of sexual arousal in which her body was repeatedly stretched and contorted into a variety of submissive poses with Isabel binding and rebinding her, repeatedly strapping her into the selection of leather restraints they had found in a box under Charlotte’s bed. She recognised most of the poses, she had long been a fan of Robert Bishop’s art and had even tried a few poses herself including a somewhat unsuccessful attempt to ride a bucking bronco machine while blindfolded and cuffed. The ride had been blast but the bronco they were using had been hired in for a university ball she and her boyfriend at the time were organising and they, or rather she, had been discovered (the boyfriend had somehow got himself barred from the venue), in flagrante as it were, getting her rocks off. Any other girl would probably have been mortified at such a revelation in front of some two hundred guests and, briefly, Charlotte had been but then she’d shrugged and the incident had been one more to add to the legend that was Charlotte Scarlet.
Having Isabel bind and gag her and literally just handle her for hours on end was almost as stimulating as that enforced three hour ride on the bronco with her hands strapped behind her back, weights swinging from her nipples and a very large phallus grinding in and out of her. There was no doubt the environment in which the escapes were set increased her libido and she was a girl with a pretty high libido in the first place; then there was the fact that a number of the ties including 27 (where she was lying on her shoulders with her arms bound behind her and her legs strapped over her head) also required the insertion of a phallus into her exposed and, by this stage constantly drooling pussy. In others, 31 for example, she was blindfolded and gagged and tied with the back of her wrists pressed together behind her back in a loose form of a reverse prayer tie which used a bar to ensure her forearms were aligned; this one involved the strap on harness she’d woken up in, complete with twin plugs. Isabel had chosen that one to lead her around the room by her ringed nipples.
She hadn’t meant to break rule 9 but under that sort of stimulation, what girl wouldn’t have orgasmed shamelessly?
Isabel had given her two demerits for that first one but delayed enacting them until Charlotte had been restrained in position 36, lying on her bed, bound and gagged and chained in place by her nipples; again with plugs tightly strapped inside her - something that had earned her a third demerit even while Isabel had been whipping her exposed breasts to enact the other two.
‘You are insatiable,’ Isabel said after Charlotte had essentially cum under the whip - something the blonde had always wanted to do.
‘Mmmnn.’ Charlotte had nodded contentedly, revelling in what seemed to be an unending universe of subspace.
She was still wired when Isabel took her to dinner. She’d been left lying on her bed, helpless in post orgasmic bliss, chained again by the nipples and her clit ring aware that in the next room Isabel was studying. She’d been left in some of the positions for some time as Isabel had read up on the next one and, when she had not been blindfolded, Charlotte had watched her friend study.
Bloody typical. I’m here naked and helpless and gagging for it and she’s studying!
Being led by the nipples was something she was pretty much used to by the time she found herself following Isabel across the campus to the refectory in the toe boots; blindfolded, gagged and strapped tightly into the single sleeve, she’d had to constantly fight the urge to cum.
It was probably as well she was blindfolded because seeing all those other subs out there and their dominants walking them in leashes would probably only have added to the number of demerits she acquired as would having to walk behind her own mistress, clad now in the transparent rubber catsuit.
Even eating, kneeling with her legs spread wide still blindfolded as she crouched over her bowl seeking out her food with her tongue excited her, adding to her submissive needs. Knowing her drooling pussy was on show didn’t calm things either.
And then there was Isabel.
She had been a little hesitant at first, then grown in confidence, taking the lead and commanding her submissive to kneel or stand or lie down then, as Charlotte accrued demerits, she had doled them out along with the punishments they merited.
And, increasingly without question, Charlotte had obeyed, opening her mouth to receive huge gags, accepting hoods and blindfolds and spreader bars, parting her thighs to allow herself to be penetrated (there had been little difficulty complying with that one), bending to receive a butt plug and learning to relax as Isabel repeatedly forced her to yield as she contort her body to her mistress’ command and bondage.
Back in the room, Isabel ordered Charlotte to kneel and, still blindfolded and cuffed, the blonde immediately dropped to her knees, parting her thighs with her shoulders held back and her breasts thrust out.
‘I’m sure you know why I’m going to whip you again.’
‘Ngggh?’ Charlotte looked in the direction of Isabel’s voice even though she was blindfolded.
‘Don’t play the innocent with me you hot little slut.’ The words seemed to come easily now, a mix of what she’d learned and, she realised with a start, what she wanted to say.
Charlotte’s position adjusted very slightly, her neat little breasts thrust just a little further forwards, a sign, Isabel realised, that she was submitting fully to the discipline.
Isabel brought the whip down on the kneeling girl’s breasts. The firm flesh was already marked with a grid of fading red lines and darkening bruises. She noted that Charlotte only flinched a fraction as the whip struck despite the fact Isabel had deliberately targeted her left nipple, enough to catch the ring and jerk it.
‘Posture 2.’
Charlotte leaned forwards raising her bottom. It wasn’t as bruised as her breasts but then that perky little pair with their constantly erected nipples and those delicious rings that, along with the one between her legs provided Isabel with almost total control over her sub were an easier target.
My sub! No, it’s not the rings…the rings just allow physical control.
Isabel brought the whip down twice, slashing once across each cheek.
‘Roll over.’
Charlotte obeyed immediately, rolling onto her back and spreading her thighs to provide a target.
Isabel landed the whip on each inner thigh and then on the red swollen sex, shining with arousal. Charlotte give a whimper but lay still.
She’s enjoying this as much as I am.
The thought thrilled Isabel and she couldn’t resist slipping her hands between her own thighs, feeling for the zip of the rubber catsuit and sliding it open. She’d made quite a mess in there and with the translucent rubber it was going to be obvious to anyone who looked that she’d been drooling and the inside of her thighs were soaked.
Cool air rolled across her now exposed sex.
Charlotte lifted her head slightly and her nostrils flared.
‘Up.’
Charlotte struggled to her knees and Isabel pulled the blonde’s face against her crotch. The blonde sniffed again and then nuzzled against her, rubbing the ball of the huge gag into the little slit in the rubber.
Let’s learn from our mistakes. Isabel thought back to their second escape, the one where she’d fought against the desire to orgasm despite the intense stimulation and had then collapsed just before the exit. It wasn’t the only time carnal lust had affected her plans since she’d been here. It wasn’t only her lust either. They’d probably all lost it at some point and cum when they should have been doing something else.
I wonder what Tiff and Priya are doing now? Tiff has her hot pony boy.
She reached down for the strap of Charlotte’s gag, fumbling for the first time in several hours with the buckle.
Better not let this happen tomorrow.
On the second attempt, she succeeded in undoing the strap and then used both hands to pull the huge black rubber ball out of Charlotte’s mouth. There was no need for an order this time and, dimly, Isabel registered that there probably should be but by then the the blonde’s tongue was buried deep inside her pussy and that tongue stud was living up to expectations.
I should have done this earlier, she thought, her arousal seeming to grow exponentially, taking her to the brink of orgasm before she could apply any sort of control.
Just as well it’s not me that has to ask permission.
She slid a fist into Charlotte’s hair.
‘Easy, tiger.’
‘Thorry, Mithtreth.’ Charlotte’s tongue was stilled, buried in Isabel’s pussy, her top lip pressing on Isabel’s clit and the lower lip seeming to mould over her labia.
That tongue stud was right against Isabel’s G-spot.
Isabel gasped and tried to stop her legs from trembling.
Oh fuck.
Isabel brought herself back from the edge.
‘Now, slave. I want you to remember this is for my pleasure, not yours.’
Keep a cool head. Remember what you’ve learnt.
‘Yeth, Mithtreth.’
Even that movement of Charlotte’s tongue was enough to push Isabel back to the brink and she wondered how many orgasms she should allow herself through the night to ensure she could put on a good show in their set.
A domme mustn’t appear too eager - but at the same time I’m sure Professor Manners would spot a fake orgasm.
And she’d need to do a similar calculation for Charlotte. It seemed the blonde had a bit of a reputation for disobedience and, if they were going to pass this test, Isabel would have to bring her to heel.
Though I get the impression I’ve pretty much done that.
It was that thought which triggered her orgasm as much as Charlotte’s gorgeously skilled tongue. Isabel climaxed thinking of the utter control she now seemed to have over the blonde and how submissive Charlotte suddenly seemed. She came again thinking how she was going to keep the blonde in bondage for the rest of her life whether they got out of this wonderful place.
On the other hand I wouldn’t mind being forced to stay here and endure hot sex and equally hot bondage for the next twenty years or so.
They worked on their set for the next few hours, Isabel flicking through her textbooks and Charlotte kneeling in total submission - not colluding but reminding her what a girl (she) enjoyed.
‘If I might suggest, Mistress - being led by my nipple rings makes me want to cum…’
‘Does it, slave?’
‘Yes, Mistress! Please keep me like this. And, much as I enjoy you touching this ring in my sex, penetration can also be stimulating.’
Maybe she could wear the strap on later!
‘Double penetration?’
Fuck! Mistress, where did that come from?
‘I am not averse to the idea, Mistress.’
‘Whether you are averse or not, it is not your decision.’
When did this happen? When did Isabel become so dominant? When did I become so submissive?
‘Indeed, Mistress, you slave seeks only to serve.’
And, I really do. Please keep me like this forever!
‘Slave?’
I have always been your slave, Mistress - it just took me a while to realise it.
‘Yes, Mistress.’
I am, totally.
Charlotte bowed her head to conceal her smile.
Charlotte tried to maintain her focus but the insistent tug on her nipples as she followed Isabel into the examination room did nothing to help her concentration. She was wary of exams, knew she was less academic than most of her family even if she was perfectly comfortable displaying her perfect body to others as a cheerleader or gymnast.
She knew she was more than capable of performing the moves required, at home in the spotlight even balanced on her toes in the toe boots with her hands restrained behind her back - all that bending and displaying her body. What worried her was controlling her needs while she performed. To some degree, she always felt a thrill when performing her cheerleading routines and her gymnastic displays and now knew this was as much an erotic sensation, as much as anything else - all those people looking at her perfect body as she flaunted herself. On occasions she’d added to that excitement, usually for a bet, dancing with a dildo inside her or a butt plug. The fun was knowing that there were guys watching her who would pop their corks if they knew what she was enjoying.
And enjoy it she did, sometimes barely able to stop herself cumming; sometimes not even trying to stop herself.
This performance was different. Those tugs on her nipples were sending little sparks of electricity into her breasts which took flight, swirling through her body to kindle low fires in every one of her erogenous zones and it was only going to get worse (or better). Her heart was racing and she was almost shivering with a heady mix of excitement, fear and arousal. Arousal not least of which was due to the fact she had absolutely no control over what was about to happen to her.
They had waited for some time. Isabel, of course, had ensured they arrived early - waiting; Isabel holding Charlotte’s leash, Charlotte on her knees as befitted her position.
Not a submissive but a slave.
‘The panel is ready for you now,’ the porter had said and Isabel had removed her blindfold then tugged on her leash, eager to enter, perhaps forgetting that it was attached to such sensitive parts of her body - or perhaps doing it anyway.
And I just rose and followed like the submissive toy I seem to have become!
The examination hall was a large classroom that was not unlike the room she and her cheerleading team trained in when the weather was too cold or wet to train outside or one of the performing arts studios on the campus. However, there were other things: a heavy wooden post fitted with rings, a padded cross, a table, a bench of kit that any self respecting dominatrix could only dream of. There were stools and chairs and a knotted rope strung tight between two posts.
It might have been better not to know. Why didn’t Mistress leave me blindfolded?
Tearing her eyes away from all the devices, Charlotte saw the ‘panel’. Three figures sitting behind a desk at one end of the room.
I hate bloody exams.
She recognised Professor Manners, dressed today in some sort of bizarre academic dress with a heavy cloak and leather vest. She recognised the man beside her too.
Professor Kink!
Charlotte’s heart accelerated further and she almost cried out as she met his gaze briefly and quickly bowed her head, something which didn’t help at all because, as she did so, she saw a movement below the desk at his feet. There was a girl lying there, curled on her side, a girl of Asian origin, with a long braid of thick black hair, dark skin and a curvaceous figure. She’d been lying in shadow which is why Charlotte hadn’t noticed her at first. As she watched, the girl uncurled herself and came up onto her knees…and her elbows. She was restrained in some sort of bitch suit, her arms folded at the elbows and her legs at the knee; the suit covered her limbs almost completely but left more of her torso bare. She was muzzled and Charlotte could only see her large dark eyes but there was no doubt of the girl’s identity.
Priya!
The fourth member of the escape room team regarded Charlotte then leaned in against Kink’s legs and rubbed herself against his boots.
‘Miss Schwarz.’ Kink stood. ‘A pleasure to see you again.’ He smiled, his eyes sparkling then looked down at Priya insinuating herself at his feet. ‘I hope your sub is better behaved than this one,’ he said, although he continued to beam at them. ‘Sit down you naughty girl.’ He tapped Priya with his boot and the girl sat back on her knees, spreading her elbows and displaying her breasts. ‘I’ll deal with you later,’ he said, his tone affectionate.
Even behind the muzzle, Priya’s smile was obvious.
‘I think you know the rest of the panel.’ Kink gestured to Professor Manners and to the man that sat on her left.
Professor Jackman.
Jackman was bare chested and, quite possibly naked, although Charlotte couldn’t see his lower half clearly as it was hidden by the desk which was a little lower than the one at which Kink and Professor Manners sat. The associate professor of submissive studies wore a collar.
And nipple clamps.
Charlotte wondered if he was perched on one of those uncomfortable stools like the one in her dorm room.
Charlotte glanced at Isabel and could see that she too was trembling slightly.
‘This is Sandra,’ Professor Manners said standing beside Kink and indicating a blonde girl kneeling in front of the desk with her hands behind her head. The girl was naked like Charlotte and fitted with a similar collar and cuffs. She had large rings piercing her nipples too and another that clearly pierced her nasal septum. She was locked into a chastity belt that matched her collar and cuffs. ’As I said, she’s a post-doc student majoring in chastity studies. You may be interested to know she wrote her thesis on the amplification of nipple orgasms but for the purposes of today, she’s here to allow you to demonstrate your dominant skills and knowledge of restraint.’
There was a moment’s silence and Isabel regarded the kneeling girl. Binding and dominating Charlotte was one thing, but a complete stranger? For a moment she wanted to run or admit that this was beyond her.
You can do this.
‘Kneel.’ She turned to Charlotte.
Charlotte dropped to her knees and Isabel released the breath she realised she had been holding.
‘We’d like you to use your knowledge of restraint and your dominant skills to create a predicament tableau based on the forms of Robert Bishop’s extensively researched “Encyclopaedia of Female Restraint”,’ Professor Manners continued. ‘Marks will be awarded for your knowledge of the techniques, authenticity, the level of predicament and your control of the submissive as you work. Bonus marks will be available for interesting adaptations to the predicament and your ability to respond to the submissive’s cues.’
Isabel stood for a moment processing what she had been told.
‘Any questions, Miss Schwarz?’ Kink asked in a kindly way.
‘No.’ Isabel said rather too quickly. ‘Bishop style predicament restraint. Demonstrate control.’
She thought for a moment.
‘And may I remove the submissive’s chastity belt?’
Kink passed her a key with a smile that suggested she’d just scored her first few bonus marks.
It’s just like any other practical or viva.
Just a bit kinkier.
‘Thank you, Professor.’ She took the key.
‘Stand.’
The girl, Sandra, rose elegantly to her feet, her hands remaining behind her head and Isabel inserted the key into the lock of her belt. It turned with a satisfying clunk and the belt fell away. She recalled Professor Manners telling her that the girl would have been kept in chastity for some time and it was clear that beneath the belt her skin was much paler.
She thought the girl shuddered as her sex was exposed but she continued to stare ahead and hold her hands behind her head.
‘Do you want to cum?’
That caught the girl’s attention, making her turn her head towards Isabel, eyes wide with surprise.
‘Yes, Mistress.’ The girl had a European accent, German Isabel thought.
Then she quickly turned her head back to look straight ahead, a blush coming to her cheeks.
‘Remind me of rule 9.’ Isabel said casually.
The girl swallowed, clearly unsettled by Isabel’s approach. ‘Submissives must never touch themselves unless given permission and must always seek permission before orgasm.’
‘Is there anything you wish to ask me before I gag you?’ Isabel slipped a hand between the girl’s legs as she spoke and was not surprised to find it wet.
Sandra glanced at her again, nostrils flaring, her mouth opening and closing then her tongue flicking across her lips. ‘May I cum, Mistress?’
‘No.’
The girl blushed furiously as her face registered the shock of what Isabel had just done to her.
“First exert dominance” her textbook had said.
‘Fetch me that muzzle gag.’ Isabel indicated the bench of bondage equipment. ‘The one with the large rubber plug.’
‘Yes, Mistress.’ Sandra took a step forward and Isabel brought the whip down on her buttocks.
‘Slaves crawl.’
Out of the corner of her eye, Isabel saw Kink and Miss Manners glance at each other.
Is this slave deliberately testing me?
Professor Jackman was watching her intently.
‘Yes, Mistress.’ Sandra dropped to her knees and crawled to the bench where she picked up the gag, and, glancing at Isabel in a way that could only be described as lascivious, slid the plug into her mouth before crawling back. Then she knelt back on her haunches.
Another test?
‘I think this slave has been in chastity too long.’ Isabel said turning to the panel.
Miss Manners regarded her quizzically.
‘She’s forgotten a step.’ She turned to Sandra, kneeling with her legs spread and her chest pushed out, arms now behind her back. ‘She didn’t lubricate the plug.’
Sandra looked up at her with that same shocked expression and her cheeks once more aflame. Slowly, she lifted her hands to the gag and removed it from her mouth, her eyes fixed on Isabel as she did so then carefully she lowered the gag and slid the plug between her legs.
‘All the way in.’ Isabel encouraged.
Sandra nodded a fraction and Isabel saw her need unmasked as the plug slid inside. It was only for a second and then her look of concentration returned.
We’re going to have fun here, she thought. I wonder if I looked like that when I was trying to keep it all together.
‘May I gag myself properly, Mistress?’
Isabel realised her mind had wandered and refocussed her attention.
‘Yes, then I want you up on that stool over there.’
The girl glanced at the leather covered barstool. It had a low back and was clearly ridged slightly so that a girl sitting on it would be very aware of what was between her legs. That expression returned, the one of concentration and suppressed arousal.
As Sandra fastened the straps of the gag around her head Isabel glanced around, searching for some of the equipment that might inspire her. She’d seen the stool as she came in and had immediately been reminded of a Bishop position because the girl in it had been blonde and looked a little like Charlotte. As she turned back, her gaze took in the kneeling blonde. Charlotte’’s gaze was fixed on the other submissive and it was clear she was shifting slightly in her bonds.
Then she watched as Sandra crawled to the stool on all fours. Her sex was wet, glistening, her secretions trickling down onto her thighs. A ring like the one Charlotte had glinted where it was mounted in her clit.
And maybe in the next scenario mine will be like that too.
Reaching the stool, Sandra climbed up and sat on it. The slickness of her sex as she slid onto the leather ridge was obvious as was the effect it produced in her.
“Second, ensure need” - the second rule of dominance.
I wonder how long she’s been in chastity. Just a month?
It might have been fun to ask before I’d gagged her.
Maybe next time.
Isabel picked up a chain and a pair of thumb cuffs. Sandra’s hands were behind her head and Isabel took hold of the girl’s right wrist, guiding it down behind her back and then lifting it. She was aiming for a reverse prayer tie. It was their first physical contact and Isabel could feel a slight moisture on the girl’s skin.
Is she sweating?
She held the girl’s wrist there and guided the other wrist to meet it, forcing them both up and cuffing them, then connecting a short chain to the back of the girl’s collar.
Tenet three of dominance - “don’t let them get too comfortable”.
The thumb cuffs followed.
Four - “attention to detail”.
Isabel stood in front of Sandra, now perched on the stool, her sex pressed on the ridge in the seat, wrists cuffed behind her forcing her breasts out. Her legs were straight for balance almost as if she was anticipating the tie.
She wants this! She’s desperate for it.
Oh! Isabel felt something run through her body. I want it too! I want to bind her. She couldn’t help glancing at Charlotte who was watching, watching them, a slight frown darkening her features.
Are you jealous, my gorgeous blonde goddess because I really want to bind you too.
Forever.
That feeling turned into a shudder as Isabel’s nipples pricked sharply erect and her pussy flooded.
Oh god, I could get to like this.
Isabel’s nipples weren’t the only ones standing out, Sandra’s were equally stiff and Isabel was sure she’d seen the piercing rings move on their own. She couldn’t resist hooking a finger in one of the rings and pulling on it gently to make the submissive lean forwards pressing her sex more firmly against the ridge on the stool.
A spreader bar came next, snapping onto the girl’s permanent ankle cuffs and separating Sandra’s ankles by about eighteen inches.
The girl’s eyes were on her now, following every move Isabel made, her need flashing into view despite her efforts to control it.
Nipple orgasms, eh? I think we can do better than that.
Five - “be mean to keep them keen”.
‘Don’t forget rule 9,’ Isabel said.
‘Mnnnn.’ Sandra nodded. She was drooling behind the muzzle and her saliva was running down her neck.
Isabel left her and went to the bench again, selecting two long elastic cords. When she came back she crouched and began to tie the cords around the girl’s big toes. Above her she could sense the heat coming from the submissive’s body, and smell her scent. Her skin was starting to shine with sweat a result of the effort of maintaining her position and the stress of controlling her arousal.
‘Where do you think I’m going to put these?’ Isabel stood holding the ends of the cords now tied to Sandra’s big toes.
It was obvious the girl knew. Her eyes were wide, her face and chest flushed with arousal. She shook her head anyway.
‘What a bad girl you are.’ Isabel shook her head. ‘You’ve just told a lie to Mistress Isabel.’
The girl shook her head again, her eyes flicking towards Kink and Professor Manners as if they might help her.
We're still working on point five.
Isabel drew her whip and struck the girl on her inner thighs.
The blonde’s cry was one of pure need.
‘You want to cum, don’t you?’
Sandra nodded eagerly.
‘You understand you don’t have permission?’
God, I love point five. She glanced at Charlotte. And, my lovely blonde sub, you are not coming out of this unscathed. Mistress Isabel has plans for you that go way behind these four (virtual) walls.
The helpless girl in front of her nodded and Isabel could see every ounce of Sandra's will was bent on controlling herself.
I might keep you too.
Carefully, she tied the ends of the cords to Sandra’s nipple rings.
Tenet six - “don’t get too involved and let them cum before you are ready”.
Sandra was now perched on a stool with her arms behind her back in a reverse prayer tie, her legs extended and cords attached between her toes and her nipples. Any movement would be enough to tug on her ringed nipples.
Isabel looked up at the clock. She had two minutes left. Sandra followed her gaze. Perhaps the girl thought that she had made it.
Number eight - the most important advice for any dominatrix - “always keep an ace up your sleeve”.
And Isabel had two.
Isabel picked up two retort stands and hung a feather from each of them, then she placed one in front of each of Sandra’s feet.
The girl’s eyes widened in terror. If those feathers touched her feet, it was going to make her squirm and, if she squirmed it was obvious what was going to happen.
‘We’re not quite done yet.’
Back to tenet six.
A cord between Sandra’s nose ring and her clit ring pulled her head down to make her more unstable and ensure every move of her head, every wobble would push her closer to the edge, push the limits of her control, stoke the fires of her desire.
Isabel glanced at the clock.
Sandra did too.
She was cutting things fine.
‘May I open a window, Professor?’ she asked.
Sandra’s eyes, already huge, widened further and she attempted to shake her head but quickly stopped as the cord from her nasal piercing to the one in her clit had the predictable effect.
The girl whimpered and Isabel smiled.
God, I love being a domme.
She didn’t wait for the answer from either Kink or Professor Manners and didn’t expect one from Jackman. She crossed to the window, ensuring she flaunted her long dancer legs extended now by the huge heels and the sway of her bottom in the tight rubber.
As the window opened, she felt a cool breeze on her bare skin and exposed nipples; quite delicious and she turned to enjoy the cool air on her hot back and between her thighs.
My, my, I’m quite hot and flustered after all that.
Not as hot and flustered as Sandra, helpless in her predicament as feathers stirred and brushed her feet.
‘That’s time, Miss Schwarz.’
Isabel smiled and walked back towards the panel’s desk working hard to resist the temptation to find out just how hard her nipples were and to slide her hand between her legs. Instead she ran her hands through her hair and looked directly at Professor Kink.
Look upon my work, ye mighty, and despair.
She perched on the desk in front of Kink who, she thought, visibly flinched although his eyes seemed glued to her body.
‘Should I release her?’ she asked.
‘I think we should inspect your work a little more closely,’ Professor Manners said rather primly, rising from her seat and glancing meaningfully at Kink.
‘Quite so, quite so.’ Kink was the picture of a man distracted and Isabel was sure he was blushing. She saw him fumble for Priya’s leash and lead his pet out from behind the desk.
Isabel felt a gentle rush of cool air from the open window and a whimpering started behind her which became more of a keening sound. Isabel smiled and turned slowly.
‘You’d better hurry, Professor, I’m not sure Sandra can take much more.’
Sandra screamed, jerking against her bonds, wiggling her toes and turning her head from side to side as she rocked in the stool doing everything in her power to increase the intensity of the orgasm. For a moment, Isabel thought the stool might topple and the girl would fall but Kink caught hold of her and steadied her as the orgasm racked her helpless body.
‘Shall we move onto your set?’ Professor Manners prompted.
Charlotte glanced up at Isabel who stood beside her, holding her leash. The examiners were back behind their desks and Sandra was kneeling beside them although it was clear her posture wasn’t quite as perfect as before. The poor girl looked utterly exhausted, her face pale and her hair tousled. They had left her gagged and her arms were still restrained.
And they had put her back in chastity.
Good! I wasn’t jealous. Iz always gives her all in these situations. It was just part of the escape.
Before the exam had started, Charlotte had been fearful that this would prove a challenge too far for Isabel. However, as always, Isabel had stepped up to the mark.
And that was the crux of it. She wasn’t jealous that Isabel had tied and teased and tormented another girl but the way she had done it. There was something about the way the brunette had handled the girl, the absolute control she had exhibited, the way she had metaphorically taken no prisoners in the way she had…well, taken the girl prisoner.
You’d better bloody well do that to me when you get the chance.
And now was that chance. She recalled Professor Manner’s words: ‘…make sure you demonstrate all the key techniques we’ve covered this term - dominance, tight restraint, corporal punishment and, most importantly, don’t forget to allow her to show you her gratitude…’
Those techniques, Charlotte so wanted Isabel to demonstrate them.
And she really needed to show her gratitude.
‘Of course,’ said Isabel.
They’d practiced, of course, though not all the routine, there were ‘random’ devices that were to be made available to demonstrate a dominant’s ability and a sub’s obedience but they were as prepared as they could be. After last night’s practice, Charlotte had read some of the theory sitting astride the stool in her room, its hard narrow seat pressing into her sex, reminding her constantly of her body, her sexuality, her enforced submission. She wasn’t the best at studying and the seat was a constant distraction, the way each time she moved to ease the discomfort, the ring in her clit shifted slightly that had made her want to shift the rings in her nipples and that had made her reach up to touch her collar and finger the little tag there that reminded her that she belonged to someone - to Isabel. On occasions she’d glanced up at the door, hoping to see the brunette’s face at the grill that separated them but Isabel was far too studious for that.
She had tried to study but had increasingly been distracted, playing with herself, so that by the time Isabel finally did come to her, she was squirming with need, the seat dripping with her secretions and her nipples so stiffly erected that Isabel could have hung her whip on them without needing to hook it onto the rings.
She had gladly taken the four strokes to her breasts. She had flagrantly broken Rule 9 and by that stage was desperate by then for any kind of touch from her mistress. Then she had begged to be allowed to demonstrate her gratitude, eagerly nuzzling beneath the hem of the tiny rubber skirt she’d dressed her mistress in some hours before - the outfit she wore now here in the exam room: a little black rubber skirt and a black rubber bralet with holes that allowed her nipples to poke through that was similar to the one she’d been wearing when Charlotte had woken the morning before in her bed.
At that time, a little over twenty four hours ago, Charlotte had not been a submissive and had not worshipped her lover like a goddess.
The outfit displayed Isabel’s dancer’s body exquisitely and those thigh high black patent boots just made Charlotte want to go down on her knees and lick them clean in the hope that she might taste her mistress again.Aside from dressing, Isabel, something that briefly satisfied her craving to touch that divine body, Charlotte’s other contribution to the dominatrix’ dress (her dominatrix’s dress) had been the fingerless gloves. Isabel had worn them once before in the weird horror scenario when they’d been Vampyrs and Charlotte had enjoyed fantasies about them ever since; that and a black choker - not the collar she, herself, wore - an outward marker of her slavery, but a fine black ribbon tied around her mistress’ slender neck that set off her beautiful pale skin.
Now, Charlotte watched as her mistress strode to the bench that carried the toys and selected a harness gag complete with blindfold. The ball looked a little bigger than the one they had practiced with and Charlotte hoped she would be able to take it. She opened her mouth as Isabel stepped behind her and forced it wide, making herself take the large ball, trying to yield as Isabel pushed it between her teeth, willing herself not to gag. It filled her mouth, pressing down on her tongue reminding her of the stud that pierced it. Then she knelt patiently as Isabel tightened the straps, taking away her ability to see her goddess but reintroducing the pleasure of her touch.
She was helpless then, blind and silenced even though her arms were only lightly restrained and the thought thrilled her, the scent of the leather straps filling her senses and another scent.
Mistress!
Her Mistress who had just shown her dominance over that other girl and Charlotte could smell the desire on her body.
I’m going to make you want me more, Mistress.
I’m going to make you wetter!
She knelt up straight, displaying her body, breasts thrust out, thighs spread, head up.
Look at me, Mistress! Look at your slave.
She felt her wrists being released and then the single sleeve being slid up her arms, the straps falling over her shoulders, pushed her elbows together forcing her breasts out just a little further. Mistress would be using the zip up single sleeve; not as intimate as the meticulous lacing that a dom and sub could share but expedient in the time allowed.
We must be in the final hour of the challenge.
God, I wish I could stay here.
And then that jerk on her nipples.
Charlotte almost climaxed letting out a slight whimper through her gag and rising a moment later than she should have. The slash of the whip across her breasts almost made her cum too. (Rule 2).
Bonus mark to Mistress Isabel. Penalty point to Charlotte.
Just as well I didn’t cum.
Charlotte followed the leash, the leash clipped to her nipple rings (Rule 1).
I must not break rule 9. I must not break rule 9.
A touch on her belly stopped her and another made her part her legs. (Rule 1).
Something touched her sex.
She really should have let me cum this morning. I mustn’t break Rule 9.
She had last cum when Isabel had put her to bed. After they’d studied and Isabel had come to her she’d satisfied her mistress then had been strapped to her bed, still hot with need. The act had been so deliberate that Charlotte had been outraged and so turned on by it that, as her mistress had made to leave her, she’d whimpered piteously. Those whimpers had earned her another demerit and a gag but then, Mistress Isabel had relented and used a vibrator on her, leaving her satisfied for an hour at least.
That had been seven or eight hours ago - firstly a few hours of lying in bondage fantasising about the goddess asleep in the next room and then dressing her and then walking across campus led by the nipples and forced to watch that divine body sway in front of her on those massive spiked heels. Then there had been the session with Sandra.
Oh, god, I must be literally dripping.
Isabel was pressing something between her legs, pushing aside the ring.
Rule 9, Charlotte! Remember rule 9.
Charlotte trembled.
A jerk on her nipples made her take a step forward, whatever was between her legs rubbing against her sex.
Rule 9.
She felt the first knot press against her.
Oh god, no!
It slid across the ring and pushed into her sex.
She had made a couple of her subs do this once, enjoying the way they squirmed and squealed into their gags as they were forced to negotiate the knots on the rope they straddled. She’d wondered then what it might be like.
Wasn’t it supposed to be a punishment?
The second knot seemed bigger and she bounced a little in the toe boots trying to mount it.
Smack.
Sorry, Mistress.
By the time she felt the third knot, her whole body was thrumming with a tension far greater than the rope she straddled, her belly seeming to pulse with increased desire to the beat of her pounding heart, a sensation that seeped down between her thighs and oozed up into her chest where her nipples throbbed with the same heat.
Rule 9.
Charlotte shuddered and the whip only made her cum a second time.
‘Control yourself, slut.’
The whip didn’t fall and mercifully, Isabel gave her a moment to gather herself.
‘You will be punished for that.’
Charlotte gave a tiny nod of acknowledgement. Blind and helpless and utterly at her mistress’ mercy.
She cleared the rest of the rope without further incident but not without a degree of determination.
Might it have been better to have let herself cum properly and get it out of her system?
She doubted it would have made much difference and she needed something for later.
Free of the rope her nipples lead her forwards again, that thrumming in her body rekindling and knowing that it could only end one way. She knew the next part, a strappado with her thighs pushed against a board, bound arms lifted; a spreader bar.
Why did it have to be by the window, she could feel the cool breeze on her hot wet sex and it was delicious.
I really don’t think I’m going to pass this class and I don’t think my family can bail me out this time. Tiffany’s going to be really pissed with me and we’ve just made up.
It didn’t help being reminded of the buxom redhead in her gig driving that tightly harnessed pony boy.
Might Mistress keep me as a pony? Don’t think about it! Remember rule 9. Focus on rule 9.
She felt the paddle on her buttocks, the firm slap ringing out, louder than she would have thought possible but deprived of her vision, her other senses were compensating - sound, taste, scent.
Oh, Isabel.
Six slaps, enough to bring a warmth to her cheeks, a warmth outside to match the heat within.
Then Isabel’s fist was in her hair, pulling it back and plaiting in the leather loop. She knew what was coming, felt the cool lubricant against the skin of her bottom and the pressure on her sphincter, a growing pressure as the cold metal was eased inside.
Rule 9. Rule 9, Rule 9.
Then the strap being attached to the hook gently drawing her head back, the tightness of the gag strap under her chin increasing, the pressing on her neck.
God, she could do anything to me like this - anything she wanted and everyone will see what a submissive slut I am. If she commanded me to cum I probably would.
Rule 9. Rule 9. Rule 9.
She was mumbling it around her gag even as she drooled around the huge ball.
When she felt the weights being clipped onto her nipple rings it was too much, pushing her over the edge. All that pent up arousal, all that desire suddenly bubbling over, spilling from her body like the saliva running from her mouth and the juices cascading down her thighs. It was like an explosion inside her that she had no way of containing or, when it came, any desire to. She was dimly aware as she climaxed that she was screaming through her gag and bucking violently in her bonds so the weights on his nipples jerked and the hook inside her seemed to ram deeper with every movement.
The next thing she knew the blades of the whip were striking the already hot skin of her buttocks.
It was a whipping she knew she richly deserved.
Thank you for punishing me, Mistress. Thank you for showing your slave the error of her ways.
Please keep me like this forever.
The strain on Charlotte’s neck eased.
I’m nearly there.
Isabel didn’t remove the rectal hook but simply tied it to the back of her Charlotte’s collar but the blonde barely noticed, standing up as she found herself able to lower her bound arms and moving her feet together when the spreader bar was removed. She was overcome by an overwhelming urge to drop to her knees, to thank her mistress for making her the helpless submissive creature she had become.
Then a tug on her nipples.
Oh god!
She followed blind and helpless, stopping when instructed, finally dropping to her knees.
The gag and blindfold were removed and there she was! Mistress! Goddess! A vision of desire in the blur of her vision after the blindfold. And those boots were there, those thigh high shiny boots with those beautiful heels she wanted to run her tongue along as she lay on her belly and worship - worship this woman who owned her utterly.
Isabel pushed her leather-covered toe forward and Charlotte watched it, licking her lips in anticipation. The toe tapped once and Charlotte almost hurled herself at it, bending forward and kissing the shiny leather then licking it lasciviously, her blonde hair falling in a carpet at her mistress’ feet. Though eager, she managed to pace herself, aware that she was being judged too and that crouched like this over her knees, her sex and her violated anus were clearly on display. Timing was everything in a show like this. She moved on to the instep, then to Isabel’s ankle, her progress slow and deliberate. Performing was something she could do and performing this was something she had studied the previous night: how to kneel, how to hold her posture, how to lift her bottom, to arch her spine.
She was a cheerleader, she knew how to flaunt her body. She’d reached the knee when Isabel stopped her.
Oh, just a little further, Goddess!
Isabel pointed. A leather saddle with a huge phallus mounted on it. Charlotte crawled towards it and climbed on, poising over the tip of the phallus awaiting the command to impale herself. The look Isabel gave her was terrifying.
Oh god, this is all real.
I am a submissive and Isabel is a dominant.
We are different and yet complete.
Please don’t make me do this!
If I do this there is no going back.
Isabel made a small gesture with her hand and Charlotte began to lower herself onto the phallus, eyes locked on those of her mistress.
I love you, Goddess. I would do anything for you.
It seemed to take forever, pushing inside her half an inch at a time and as it did, all those sensations and desires flooded back into her helpless body.
At another signal, she began to ride it.
Please Mistress this is so utterly humiliating.
She tried not to think of the panel - tried not to think that this whole spectacle was being streamed to who knew how many people. There must have been hundreds watching at the end of their last escape.
How many were watching her now - Charlotte Scarlet, the girl with the perfect body, the hot cheerleader with the dimpled smile that everyone wanted to date was a hot sweating mass of oozing sexual submission. She was dimly aware of the hook still inside her and the weight swinging from her nipples and the fact she looked a complete mess.
And that I’m fucking myself in public to please Isabel.
No, I’m doing to please me - for the escape…
But I’m mostly doing it because she commands me and I need to please her.
Isabel advanced on her. Isabel, her neighbour, the girl she’d made a bit of pet project; turning the geek into a beauty, the girl she’d fallen for, the girl she’d spent nights lying beside the interconnecting door between their rooms pining over.
You played with yourself too, didn't you Charlotte? You fantasised about her touching you. You knew then that if she commanded you to her, you’d crawl there naked.
Isabel stood above her now in that black rubber peephole bra and that tiny skirt and those boots with her little fingerless gloves and that black choker around her white throat. She squatted down and Charlotte couldn’t resist lowering her gaze to look at what lay between Isabel’s spread thighs.
Let me please you, Mistress, let me…
It was all too much.
‘Please goddess.’
This wasn’t rehearsed and she saw Isabel frown, raising the whip.
She controls me utterly.
‘Please Goddess, let me worship you.’
Isabel cupped her chin in one hand. The intensity of her gaze was terrifying.
‘How dare you speak without permission.’
Charlotte felt tears prick her eyes. Tears she was going to weep for the Charlotte she’s lost, for the girl who was the cocktease; strong and confident - a domme. The girl who was now…
‘Please Goddess.’
She thought Isabel’s expression softened.
And then, there she was, Isabel, standing before her and Charlotte’s face was partly under that tiny rubber skirt and her tongue with its new stud was buried that hot, wet drooling pussy all thoughts of the phallus inside her forgotten and her mind filled only with the scent and taste of this goddess she worshipped and the need to serve.
Charlotte was dimly aware of the timer sounding and of her own need to climax and of the rush of pleasure she’d felt as her mistress had cum. Isabel had been saying something that was more than ‘yes, Charlotte, yes’.
She’d been given permission to cum.
And she’d missed it.
There was a smile on Isabel’s face, a look of triumph. She hadn’t cried out, of course, she’d ridden the orgasm in the way Isabel took things in her stride but Charlotte had felt the rush of her juices and the shudder in that delicious dancer’s body of hers and had licked and thrust with her tongue, forcing the stud deep into Isabel’s pussy and seeking her G-spot. The brunette was flushed and Charlotte could smell her. That scent of Isabel mixed with her own arousal.
God I want to cum. Couldn’t I just have a minute more on this fabulous cock - hell thirty seconds would be enough.
‘Up.’ Isabel jerked her leash and Charlotte felt its pull on her nipples, rising immediately and obediently, her legs nearly giving way and earning her a slap of the whip on her thigh.
Isabel gestured and, gratefully, Charlotte knelt eying the huge phallus barely two paces away.
‘Thank you, Miss Schwarz.’ Professor Manners said then glanced at Professor Jackman. ‘Any questions for your submissive candidate.’
‘No, Mistress.’
‘Good.’ Professor Manners arranged her face into a smile. ‘If you’d be so good as you wait through here.’ She gestured to a door behind her.
‘Of course, Professor.’ Isabel smiled back and took up Charlotte’s leash, jerking her to her feet again and bending to retrieve the harness gag and blindfold.
Something wasn’t right and Charlotte knew it. She wanted to say something to Isabel, wanted to say something to Kink.
It might jeopardise our chances if I speak.
She was relieved when Isabel stopped in front of Kink.
‘Did we pass, Professor?’
‘The final marks will not be available for some time.’ Professor Manners said crisply. ‘Now if you’ll be so good as to wait through there.’
Isabel was clearly suspicious too and Charlotte saw her hesitate.
‘The final marks are up to the University Senate.’ Kink said to her.
‘And who’s in the Senate?’ Isabel asked.
Kink smiled. ‘Why, the viewers, of course.’