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Shannon twitched and flinched as Callie fingered her clit, but it was more from annoyance than pleasure.
“Stop,” she said, “this isn’t working for me.”
“What do you mean?” Callie asked from under the chair.
“Just… stop. I’m still a little numb down there from the shocks.”
“Oh,” the younger girl said, standing up, “well then I guess we’ll just have to wait.”
Shannon laughed. “You’re not serious, are you? You’re going to keep me here until I cum?”
“Yeppers.”
Shannon sighed.
“You’re really going to keep me here?”
“Yep.”
Shannon scowled, and looked around the room. “I’m naked and I’m bored,” she said, “why don’t you just release me and I’ll promise we can try another time.”
“No,” Callie replied, then laughingly said “once I set my mind to something, I see it through to the end!”
Callie glanced around the room, stopping at her backpack. “I know. Maybe this will keep you entertained while we wait.” She then went over to her bag and pulled out a small music player. She climbed up onto the chair and placed one of the ear buds into Shannon’s ear and the other in her own ear, then cycled through a menu and pressed a button. As the song began to play, she removed her ear bud and stepped off the chair’s brace to stand in front of Shannon. Shannon heard a few piano chords, but didn’t recognize the tune at first. A man’s voice began to sing. Callie clasped her hands to her chest and began to lip-synch the lyrics.
Oh, she may be weary…
Young girls they do get weary…
Wearing that same old shaggy dress…
Yeah, yes…
But when she gets weary…
Tryyyyyy a little tenderness.
You know she’s there waiting…
Just anticipating…
That thing that she’ll never, never, never, ever possess…
Yes yes…
But while, she’s there waiting…
Tryyyyy… a little tenderness.
Shannon laughed as Callie began to dance around the room, singing to an imaginary audience and Shannon alone, eliciting a laugh and a giggle from the nude woman as Callie got off-rhythm and had to pause to listen to the unused ear bud dangling from the small silver and pink music player. Shannon thought the song was certainly appropriate. Eventually the song, and Callie’s dance routine, ended and she took a celebratory bow to her audience.
“Are you about done, because I’m thirsty,” Shannon said.
“Didn’t you like my performance?” Callie asked.
“Yes, it was very … entertaining. Now how about some of that water?”
“Ok,” Callie said, overacting a glum tone. She walked over to the small cooler by the desk and opened it up. Inside were six bottles of water and some ice. She picked up a bottle and returned to the nude woman bound to the chair. Climbing up, she twisted off the plastic cap and held the opening to Shannon’s mouth. Shannon leaned forward as Callie tipped the bottle up. Shannon gulped the water thirstily, but not quick enough as some spilled from her mouth and splashed onto her chest. “Ooh, that’s cold!” she said, gasping as Callie pulled the bottle away, sending a trickle of water cascading between her bobbing breasts, down her tummy, and into the crevice between her outstretched thighs.
“Ok,” Callie said, “you’ve had a show and you’ve had some water. Are you about ready yet?”
“I have to pee,” she replied.
“Well you’ll just have to hold it.”
“No, seriously. I have to pee.”
Callie pondered for a second and looked at the opened bottle.
“You don’t expect me to pee into a bottle, do you?” Shannon asked.
Callie frowned, then looked around the room. Spotting the small cooler by the desk, she walked over to it and opened it up. Lifting a bottle, she looked at the inside of the cooler and then set the bottle on the desk. She then removed all of the bottles from the cooler and placed them on the desk.
“No, not the bottle,” Callie replied with a smile, as she walked towards Shannon with the near-empty cooler, the ice sloshing as she lowered it under the chair and held it beneath Shannon’s naked body. “Ok, go ahead.”
“You’re kidding me, right? That’s disgusting!”
“Would you rather piddle on the floor?”
“I’d rather piddle in a bathroom!”
“Well, I’m afraid that’s not going to happen, so you might as well go ahead and do it now. You’ll have to pee eventually anyway.”
“You’re really going to make me do it, aren’t you. You’re going to make me pee in a cooler, and then you’re going to masturbate me until I cum.”
“Yep.”
Shannon realized that she didn’t have much choice. And she really needed to pee. She relaxed and released the pressure on her bladder. A little trickle began to fall into the cooler.
“Good girl. Just let it all go. That’s it,” Callie said encouragingly, drawing a chuckle from Shannon as her stream continued to fall into the plastic box. Shannon’s bare feet kicked in the air as she sat on the chair. Soon the stream slowed to a trickle, then a drip, then stopped completely.
“I’m done,” she said.
“Ok, let’s clean you up,” Callie said. Callie then took a bottle of water, uncapped it, and poured a bit of chilled water on a piece of Shannon’s clothing. Lifting the damp rag to Shannon’s bottom, Callie said “We wouldn’t want an infection, now would we.” Shannon jumped from the coldness of the rag as Callie placed the moist cloth against the opening of her vulva and gently wiped the remnants of Shannon’s urine from her cleft.
Shannon gasped and flinched, then settled down as Callie continued to dab the cloth around the opening to Shannon’s slit.
“There we go. All clean now,” Callie said playfully, “anything else? You’ve been sung to, had a drink of water, and piddled. Is there anything left?”
“I’m hungry,” Shannon said with a smirk.
“Well that’s too bad, because you’re not getting a snack,” Callie replied.
Shannon laughed, her pale mounds swaying in the cool air of the room. “Ok, that’s fair, I guess.”
There was an awkward moment as the two girls looked at each other. Callie spoke first. “Are you ready?”
Shannon thought for a moment, weighing her options. There really weren’t many to choose from. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“Ok,” she exhaled, “ok, let’s go ahead and get this over with.”
Callie frowned and looked at her. “Please don’t be like that. I think you’ll enjoy it if you give it a chance.”
Shannon looked at her skeptically.
“Please?”
Shannon closed her eyes, sighed, and said, “Ok. I’ll try.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Shannon replied, “do you want me to pinky swear, too?”
“No,” Callie said, changing her tone, her voice becoming a seductive whisper, “that’s for children. I’m more of an adult than you might think.”
Callie then stepped up onto the chair and kissed Shannon again, tenderly and patiently, waiting for Shannon to respond as her tongue pressed against the nude woman’s lips. Shannon reluctantly opened her mouth, accepting Callie’s intrusion as the girl’s tongue met and encircled her own. Callie leaned further into Shannon, her left hand cradling the back of Shannon’s neck as her other hand slid across Shannon’s chest and drew a line under the soft pale skin of her breasts, then circled her nipples, the nubs already beginning to harden as the girl cupped and fondled Shannon’s breasts, her thumbs tweaking the still-tender flesh as she massaged the woman’s mounds.
Callie’s tongue flicked against Shannon’s mouth as Callie pulled away, her hand sliding down Shannon’s bare torso and across her tummy, towards the cleft between her legs. Tracing a line with her fingernail across Shannon’s bare hips, Callie planted tiny kisses along Shannon’s neck as she drew her mouth down towards the nude woman’s gently bobbing tits, the girl’s fingers playfully tugging at the pouty lips of Shannon’s snatch as Callie’s mouth puckered around the hardened circles atop Shannon’s soft mounds. Shannon moaned as Callie nibbled softly at the pained areolas, sucking and rolling them between her lips before pinching them between her teeth. Callie lifted her head and smiled at the naked woman bound to the heavy wooden chair, watching Shannon press against the stained wood as Callie’s fingers entered her slit and probed the entrance to Shannon’s tunnel.
Shannon watched through half-closed eyes as Callie slid off the chair and reappeared between her legs, the girl’s blonde hair shining in the lights of the room as Callie slowly inched closer to Shannon’s sex, her eyes studying the naked woman’s vulva as she blew a soft kiss against the swollen lips. Callie tentatively stretched her tongue towards Shannon’s snatch, cautiously leaning closer to the naked woman bound helplessly to the chair. Shannon tensed with anticipation, feeling her heart beating with excitement as Callie’s tongue flicked against the opening of Shannon’s slit, then gently penetrated the outer folds and slid into Shannon’s pussy.
Shannon twitched and gasped as Callie’s tongue flicked up and rubbed against the sensitive nub of Shannon’s clit, the young girl’s tongue wrapping itself around the blood-infused tissue hidden behind the clitoral hood. Callie’s tongue continued its assault against the nerve-rich flesh, sliding in, out, and around the woman’s slit as Callie continued to stroke the woman’s sex with her mouth. Shannon could feel the arousal building in her hips, welcoming the girl’s energetic touch, and began to thrust against the young girl’s head. Shannon tugged at her bonds, wanting to grasp the blonde head between her legs and push it deeper into her snatch, trying to bring herself closer to that delicious tongue that whispered around her little pink nub. Sensing Shannon’s increasing tempo, Callie pulled away, eliciting a moan from Shannon as the girl lifted her head and looked up at the nude woman. Smiling, Callie inserted her finger into the moist tunnel and probed along its walls, searching for Shannon’s most sensitive spot, and when Shannon gasped and rose up, she inserted another finger and began to stroke Shannon in earnest, letting the naked woman thrust against her hand as she brought herself closer and closer to her orgasm.
Callie smiled as Shannon bucked against the restraints of the chair, her whole body tensing with her efforts as she worked herself towards the wonderful release of her orgasm. Callie changed the tempo of her stroking, building Shannon up and then slowing down as the nude woman rode each crest of pleasure that coursed through her body, keeping Shannon right on the edge of her orgasm but then holding back the final glorious release. Callie’s playful touch was torture to Shannon as the nude woman pulled against the leather straps around her wrists and ankles, fighting the restraints that held her body fast to the hard wood. Shannon mewled in frustration as Callie exercised total control of her body, and her pleasure, playing her skillfully as Callie teased the woman with her touch. Callie laughed and giggled, enjoying the power she held, watching Shannon struggle against the bonds of the chair even as the nude woman welcomed Callie’s touch deep into her body.
“Beg me to finish you,” Callie commanded.
“I’m doing this for you!”
“Beg me.”
Shannon growled as Callie continued to massage her twat.
“You can do it. Beg me. Beg me to let you cum.”
Shannon growled again, then gasped as Callie tweaked her clit viciously.
“Please let me cum!”
The waves of pleasure were excruciating now. Shannon gasped and moaned and growled and twisted against the restraints holding her to the chair.
“Yes my pet. You’ve certainly earned it.”
Callie increased the tempo of her strokes, her fingers pressing deeper into Shannon’s snatch, the petals of Shannon’s vulva swollen with arousal as the girl continued to massage the sensitive tissue within. Shannon grasped the armrests of the heavy chair, her legs fighting the bonds around her ankles as she tried to draw Callie’s hand deeper into her hips. The muscles of her abdomen danced under the lights of the room as Shannon strove towards her climax. Finally, Callie pushed the naked woman over the top and gave her the pleasurable release she wanted. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes…” Shannon gasped as she exploded into her orgasm.
“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Callie coaxed, still stroking Shannon’s twat, milking her as fresh cum spilled from the nude woman, “give me what I want. That’s it.”
Shannon twitched as Callie slowed her rhythm, then stopped fondling Shannon’s sex completely. Shannon sat gulping the cool air of the room, coming down from the high of her desire. Callie withdrew her fingers from Shannon’s cunt, her hand dripping with Shannon’s cream as the nude woman sat panting in the heavy wooden chair, her wrists and ankles still bound to the darkened beams. Shannon closed her eyes as her head rolled lazily to one side. Callie looked at her, studying the figure of the woman now resting in a sexual daze, cream still dripping from the lips of her exposed slit. Taking a piece of Shannon’s ruined blouse, Callie poured some water on the fabric and began to wipe Shannon’s juices from her fingers. She then ducked under the chair and gently wiped at Shannon’s exposed skin, causing Shannon to flinch slightly from her ministrations.
Callie whispered, “Wow, you’re so… so….just wow.”
Shannon smiled.
Callie then climbed up onto the support brace and gently kissed Shannon’s cheek.
“Promise me something,” the girl said.
“Hmm?” Shannon replied weakly.
“Promise me that you’ll always be this beautiful.”
Shannon slowly lifted her head as her eyes gently opened.
“I promise,” she said, “I’ll even pinky-swear it.”
Callie laughed and kissed Shannon’s forehead, then said “Ok. Now you get to have some free clothes.”
Callie gave Shannon another quick peck, then hopped down off the chair and strode over to the bag the man had indicated as containing clothing provided by the department.
Callie reached into the bag and pulled out the first article of clothing. “A university t-shirt, pink, with the official ‘Property of Track and Field’ logo, size Medium, and to match it we have…” Callie draped the shirt over her shoulder and reached into the bag again, “a pair of white cotton exercise shorts, emblazoned with the university logo on the front and ‘TRACK’ on the back, also size Medium.” Tucking the shirt under her chin and holding the shorts against her waist, Callie continued, “this lovely ensemble is perfect for a quick workout at the gym, a trip to the mall, or a night on the town!” Callie turned and swayed, modeling the simple outfit.
Shannon laughed and said, “please tell me there’s some underwear in there.”
Callie, reaching into the bag, said “and to accessorize this wonderful outfit, suitable for any fashionista, we have… a pair of socks! These socks are top-of-the-line athletic wear, the perfect blend of cotton, nylon, and other fibers to keep your feet comfortable and cool all day long!”
Shannon, slightly impatiently, said, “Underwear? Please?”
Callie reached in and produced a scrap of flesh-colored material. “Panties, size Medium. And you’ll be pleased to note that they are thongs, so you don’t have to worry about those embarrassing VPLs!”
Shannon laughed, “Visible panty lines aren’t exactly at the forefront of my mind at the moment. Is there anything else in there?”
Callie shook her head, “No, that’s all there is. This ensemble must’ve set the university back at least $13. I’m sure you’ll write a thank-you note.”
“Yeah,” Shannon said sarcastically, “I’ll go to my room and write them one; just as soon as you let me out of this chair!”
Callie laughed, “Ok, ok.” She walked over to the chair and began unbuckling an ankle restraint. “You know, you really are beautiful after you’ve … finished.”
Shannon looked at the girl standing between her wide-parted thighs. A thought crossed her mind, then she quickly dismissed it. “Thanks, but I’ve had enough excitement for one day. And I’m really eager to try on my new outfit.”
Callie smiled, then looked at her and said “Thank you. For everything.”
“You’re welcome”, Shannon replied as the girl unbuckled her other ankle restraint, “but do me a favor. Don’t include our little game in your class report, ok? It’ll be bad enough as it is.”
“I understand,” Callie replied, “it can be our little secret. But promise me we can do it again.”
Shannon looked at her. The girl was very inquisitive. “No. No promises.”
Callie stopped unbuckling her and backed away, leaving Shannon’s wrists still helplessly bound to the chair. She stood there with her hands on her hips, waiting.
“Ok, ok. No promises, but I’ll think about it, ok?”
“Alright. I guess that’s good enough,” Callie replied, and began to unbuckle Shannon’s right wrist, “if I asked you to participate in another experiment for me, would you?”
“You are demanding, aren’t you!”
Callie smiled at her and nodded her affirmation.
“Well, I can unbuckle myself now, so there!”
Callie looked at her, pleading. “Please?”
Shannon paused. “I’ll think about it. Just … just give me some time, ok?”
“Ok,” Callie replied.
“And more than just a cheap t-shirt and shorts.”
Callie laughed, “hey, don’t forget the totally bitchin’ socks and panties!”
Shannon smiled. Now free of the leather straps, she gingerly stepped off the chair as Callie held her arm for support. Shannon arched her back and let out a moan, “Ooooh, that’s stiff.”
Callie drank in the sight of the nude woman as she bent and stretched her body, her muscles flexing and twisting under her glistening skin as she stood on tip-toes and reached up, arching her back, her breasts thrust out, the nipples sharp and pointed, her legs spread wide for balance and support, exposing the lips of her snatch. Callie tentatively reached out to touch the bare skin of the woman’s body, then pulled her hand back as Shannon settled to the floor and picked up the clothing on the table. Callie watched as Shannon began to dress herself.
Shannon spoke as she pulled on the panties and shorts, “you know, for a virgin you seem to know a lot about sex.”
“I wasn’t lying,” Callie said as Shannon tugged the t-shirt over her head, “I’m a virgin as far as my gynecologist – and therefore my parents – are concerned. I’ve just learned a few things from boys… and girls. I can be very creative when I want to be. And I can keep a secret, too, so don’t worry about that. I certainly wouldn’t want word to get around, you know?”
Shannon looked at her knowingly. “Yeah; yeah I know. Now can we go? I’d like to get out of here.”
“You know, you do wonders for that shirt,” Callie said.
Shannon, slightly embarrassed, replied, “Thanks, but I don’t have a bra so I guess the guys will get a free show until I get to my dorm.” She leaned against the table and began to put on her sandals.
Callie placed a hand on Shannon’s shoulder, “hey, what about the cooler?”
Shannon quickly said, “I’m not going to walk across campus, in this outfit, bra-less, with a bucket full of my own urine. On ice. That thing will slosh around and make a mess and draw all sorts of attention to me. You can have it a souvenir; a little piece of me to treasure forever.”
Callie laughed, “Thanks, but I think I’ll leave it for the university to worry about. After all, it’s the thought that counts.”
The pair walked to the door and Callie inserted the key, then gave Shannon a hug, the young woman’s soft breasts pressing against the girl’s body. “Friends at least?” Callie asked.
Shannon thought for a moment. How could she define this? “Ok. Friends.”
Callie smiled, pleased by the response, and opened the door. The two women exited the room and entered the world again.
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