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Part 3 (added: 2016/05/18)
Melissa was a natural-born domme. Her first experiences with dominating another person were completely non-sexual, starting with a younger boy next door, who she would mercilessly tease and torment, though never causing any real physical or psychological harm.
Strangely enough, the boy would always come back to play with her and that worked out fine for Melissa.
There were times when she would wrestle with him and later tie him up to a tree, or in a chair. It was such a thrill for her to have so much power over another person.
Melissa's true interest and passion, she would later discover, was in dominating submissive women. She had a few secret girlfriends in school, and she always knew how to pick the girls who would do anything for her. They worshiped her, not purely out of lust or sexual desire, but also out of their need for her strong, unbending will.
One day, while she sat atop one of the most openly bratty but inwardly submissive girls she had ever met - a stereotypical cheerleader named Stacie - Melissa had a sexual awakening. She saw her pet not just as a plaything to be toyed with, but also as an object of lust and desire.
It started with rough kissing and playful biting - Melissa was often the one receiving kisses - and as their experimentation continued, eventually led to her discovery of the fascinating world of sexual bondage and discipline.
Their physical relationship had progressed fairly rapidly. Melissa would finger Stacie at the cinema with the thrill of the potential to get caught, and sometimes they would sneak into theatres that were completely empty, where Stacie would go down on Melissa and pleasure her until Melissa commanded her to stop or the risk of getting caught became too much to handle.
No matter where they were, whether that was a booth at a restaurant or just before the next stop at the subway, Melissa needed only to give Stacie a certain look, which Stacie knew to mean it was soon time for her to submit her body to whatever sexual thing Melissa needed her to do at that moment. Stacie both craved and dreaded that look, as to her it meant giving up herself into the arms of another person.
Melissa's darker fantasies led her to a habit of reading stories and watching videos of BDSM online, which gave her new ideas on how to further exploit her relationship with Stacie. First they played with ropes and toy handcuffs. Later she was able to obtain a vibrator, which she would use to bring Stacie to orgasm and then, as she held her down, continue to pleasure Stacie for hours while she begged Melissa to stop in between waves of pleasure. Melissa found it almost as pleasurable as Stacie did.
Early on in their relationship, they had established a safe word, at Melissa's insistence, though Stacie had never actually used it.
Sadly, their relationship came to an abrupt end when Melissa's parents, who supported her and in whose house she lived, were both laid off due to the struggling economy. It was under these circumstances that she found herself attending the same school as Angel.
Melissa found Angel irresistibly attractive, but never confronted her directly. Melissa would find herself fantasizing about Angel the same way she did her old submissive lover. There were nights when Melissa would feel an ache between her legs that Stacie used to satisfy and while she pleasured herself she imagined Angel's tongue or fingers bringing her to a satisfying climax. But, Melissa was not satisfied and instead was continually frustrated.
One day, she saw Angel get on the same bus that she took to school every day. There was something different in Angel's eyes that day - in the way that she walked, and the way she avoided the gaze of other classmates. Melissa instantly knew something was up but she couldn't put a finger on what it was. When Angel dropped the remote with a loud clatter, Melissa noticed the look of abject horror on Angel's face and she knew instantly how important it was to obtaining her deep desires. Melissa had seen that look before, countless times.
It had been all too easy to manipulate Angel through the rest of the day once she had the remote in her possession.
Melissa was thrilled to find that Angel had been wearing a chastity belt with a vibrator, and spent the rest of the day thinking of ways that she could dominate Angel and a few plans began to form and take shape in her mind...
After Melissa had left me panting in a puddle of my own juices in the bathroom, my mind was racing. As soon as I caught my breath, I did my best to clean myself up and make it look like I hadn't just cummed my brains out in the ladies room. I arrived home before my parents did, and began to wrestle with the idea of whether or not to put the remote in some hopefully inconspicuous location. My vagina felt raw and numb and for a little while I was immune to the ever-present feeling of the intruder inside my body.
I hoped to find a place where John and Sarah wouldn't find it immediately, but if or when they did, they would just assume it had been left there by mistake. While thinking about what to do, I played with it in my hands, feeling a sense of the power this little piece of plastic held over my body. I tried pushing some of the buttons again, but the colored LED just continued to light up red. I looked it over for some kind of opening - like a battery cover or some screws, but found none. It was obviously a polished and well-made design.
I changed into some more comfortable clothes as I tried to puzzle out and resolve my feelings concerning Melissa and the incredible pleasure I was helpless to vocalize and experience. I had had orgasms before, but nothing like that. While she held me, her hot breath against my ear, and commanded me to cum it had been so much more intense.
An irrational, but compelling idea came to me as I sat on the couch in our living room. I wanted to try and make the remote do something - anything. It wouldn't respond when I touched it, probably because it had some way to sense that I was the wearer or that the belt was too close to the remote. Maybe if I were far enough away from it, I could get it to respond to one of the buttons?
I grabbed the first thing in easy reach - a plastic cup that weighed hardly anything, and placed the remote across the room on the carpet. I walked a few steps away and almost stopped myself, but then threw the cup at the remote, hoping to strike one of the buttons.
The cup bounced harmlessly off the plastic and the LEDs remained lifeless. The remote slid across the floor a few inches before coming to a stop.
A part of me knew this was a foolish, crazy thing to do. There was no telling what feature I might activate if I succeeded, but for some reason I really wanted to try. I searched for something heavier.
A small book on foreign travel was sitting on the stand next to the couch. Once again, I ceremoniously setup the remote and threw the book at it. I heard the flip-flap of some of the pages and watched as the remote slid underneath the couch I had been sitting on just moments before.
Realizing that I was running out of time and playing with fire, I resolved to get the remote out from under the couch and stop throwing things at it, when the doorbell rang several times and I heard someone knock at the door.
I bit my lower lip - it was too early for Sarah to be home quite yet and John probably wouldn't be home until late into the evening just before dinner. I walked over to the door and opened it to see Melissa standing there, arms crossed.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry, this is not a good time..." I blurted out, starting to close the door but Melissa reached out and held it open. I took note of her considerable strength in spite of her feminine figure.
"I need to talk to you," Melissa said firmly. I was taken aback by her forceful demeanor and felt mentally disarmed in front of the only person at school that knew of the situation between my legs.
After a few moments with no further resistance, Melissa pushed her way in past me.
"This is a really nice house," she said, sitting down on the couch under which the remote lay hidden. I hoped she didn't understand the worried look that flashed across my face.
"My place is a dump compared to this," Melissa continued, "You probably know this already, but we just moved in a few blocks from you."
"What are you doing here? What do you want?" I demanded.
"Hanging out! You promised me, after all." she replied with a mischievous smile.
I rolled my eyes and gave an exasperated sigh, and responded, "Okay, but just for a few minutes."
"That hardly seems fair. I gave you back the remote, didn't I?"
"...after you took it from me."
"What were you thinking playing with something like that in the middle of everyone on the bus to school? But you know what, meeting an exhibitionist like yourself ... that's a real turn on for me."
"I'm NOT an exhibitionist," I insisted.
Melissa laughed. Her laugh was playful, but at the same time a bit condescending.
"Aren't you going to offer me something to drink? I'm so thirsty..." Melissa asked, playing with her blonde locks of hair.
"Aright," I thought to myself quietly, "I'll play your silly game for awhile longer so I can get this over with and get you out of my hair."
"We have water," I said flatly, "Or cola. Take your pick."
I fetched Melissa a cola, with "just a few ice cubes" and sat down on the love seat which was arranged perpendicular to the couch.
Melissa spent a few moments making small-talk about the weather and it wasn't long before I started to become impatient.
"Alright, let's just get to the point, okay? So, what do you want in return for promising you wont tell another soul what happened in the bathroom at school?" I asked Melissa.
She raised an eyebrow at me, "Oh-ho, you are so cute. I'm not here to take advantage of you, I'm here because you and I are kindred spirits. Some people believe in coincidences, I think all of this was meant to be."
Melissa shifted her weight on the couch and leaned closer in my direction, resting her chin on her hand and looking at me with piercing eyes. I felt naked in front of her and felt my cheeks flush hotly.
"I don't know what the hell you are talking about," I responded incredulously.
"Are you in a relationship with someone else? Do you already have a keyholder?"
"A what? No, I'm not and I'm sorry to disappoint you, but no thanks, I'm not really looking to date anyone right now."
Melissa looked very, very pleased at my response, "So, what, you're just doing the 'self-bondage' thing? You ever tie yourself up or anything extravagant, or do you just wear that belt? You know, it's a lot safer with a partner you can trust, just like swimming."
"Uhm..." I fumbled. I found myself thinking about the intense pleasure I felt in the bathroom with her earlier. I had never felt anything like that before, it was like all my senses had gone into overdrive. I caught myself thinking that I actually wouldn't mind experiencing those feelings again ... sometime.
"Melissa, it's been real great hanging out with you, but I have some things I need to do..." I started to say, but she acted as though she didn't even hear me.
"When do your parents get home?"
"Any minute now, so..."
Melissa's next question caught me off guard, as again she stared at me with a very serious expression, "Are you wearing the belt right now?"
I let out a nervous laugh, the timing of which was all off and made it sound stupid and silly, "Uh, no."
Melissa smirked, "Don't lie to me, naughty girl, I'll ask you again - are you wearing it now or aren't you?"
I heard the sedan pull up into the driveway and the garage door opener's muffled rumble. Well, hiding the remote under the couch didn't seem like the worst place to put it. That was, after all, about where Sarah had left her briefcase before rushing to work. I decided to leave it there so as not to attract attention to it.
Melissa greeted mom with a big smile and introduced herself as one of my friends from school. I continued to play along. Mom saw this as a great opportunity to bond and, of course, invited Melissa to have dinner with the three of us, once John would get home.
The next few hours played out like any other time of having friends visit, with Melissa and mom chatting away and me getting the sense that I was the only one who felt like anything was out of the ordinary. Melissa was so polite and proper that my parents invited her to spend the night without even asking me.
"Aw, I'd love to! I'm all alone with my folks out of town and was so glad that Angel invited me over!" she replied.
Sarah and John looked at Melissa, fawning over her with pity. I rolled my eyes but no one else seemed to notice.
After everyone had their fill of Dad's chicken and dumpling casserole, my parents helped each other clean up the kitchen and quizzed Melissa about her own plans for college and the future.
I took this opportunity to slink over to the living room and take a quick look under the couch for the remote. As I searched, I felt someone bump up behind me, and turned around to see Melissa holding it in her hand, with a big grin.
"Looking for this? Wow, you are insatiable." she said.
I grabbed it, this time encountering no resistance from Melissa. She just giggled.
At that moment, John walked into the room and I quickly hid the remote behind my back.
"Okay, girls, I'm going to put Melissa's bed in Angel's room," he said, "Oh and Angel, you probably wont see me tomorrow."
"Why's that?" I asked, happy for the distraction.
"Well, work needs me to come in early. You know how it is. Anyway, I'll get you all set up, Melissa," he replied, and then left to go and do just that.
My heart was racing.
Mom came into the room just afterward, obviously looking for something.
I felt Melissa grab the remote from my hands, but hadn't put it away before Mom noticed her carrying it.
"Melissa, dear, where did you get that?"
Melissa's face showed a range of emotions, from surprise, to puzzlement, to curiosity. She decided to play dumb.
"Oh, you know, it was just laying around. Is this yours, Angel?"
It was Sarah's turn to laugh and she quickly interrupted Melissa, "Oh, no, dear, that's mine. I must've misplaced it. Hand it over, wont you?"
Melissa gave me a quick glance, but shrugged and handed it over, "Ah, okay, then."
Any moment now I knew Melissa would put two and two together and now once again I had lost possession of the remote control.
That night, after my parents had gone to sleep and the lights in the house were off, I heard Melissa's voice break the silence.
"Okay, so, why did your mom say the remote was hers?"
"Uh, must've been some kind of mistake ..." I struggled to think of any more plausible excuse, but failed miserably.
"Oh, come on. You're a terrible liar and I'm not stupid."
I didn't answer, and then she asked, "So, do you just wear that thing ... like ... all the time?"
"Well, there's a key and that remote, but the remote doesn't work for me and the key doesn't seem to work either, so ..."
I felt the bed shifting as she climbed into it and sat next to me, hovering over me. She waited patiently for my explanation.
When none came, Melissa spoke up again in a familiar, mischievous tone, "I might be willing to help you out..."
"In exchange for what, exactly?" I knew there would be a cost.
"I haven't really decided yet," she replied with an innocent tone that gave me an ominous, but surprisingly titillating feeling.
Melissa seemed to drift off to sleep fairly quickly, evidenced by her rather loud and unladylike snore. I just couldn't seem to fall asleep, tossing and turning before finally closing my eyes for the last time that night.
I had the craziest dreams. Melissa and Kat were there, and the boy Kat had met from school. For some reason, we were all stark naked, and in the middle of a forest! Well, except the ones that were tied up or otherwise restrained. It left me feeling very sensual with a heightened sense of arousal.
Melissa awoke before I did and while I was slumbering peacefully, she crept out of my bedroom and into the hallway. She heard my father drive away for work and my mother start to take a shower.
"This," she thought, "Is just too good of an opportunity to pass up!"
She snuck inside John and Sarah's bedroom, expecting to have at least a few minutes before she'd have to make a hasty retreat. The bedroom itself was rather unremarkable - although she did notice some restraints attached to the bed, and some leather gear in a pile next to it.
She walked over to their closet and opened it, her eyes almost immediately drawn to the box that I had found some time before.
Melissa stood on her tiptoes and could just barely reach it. It was still heavy and obviously not empty. She recognized the logo from the remote that she had had with her for almost an entire day from before.
In the master bathroom, Sarah finished her shower and started to blow-dry her hair. This provided Melissa plenty of cover to get the box down from the closet shelf, empty the contents, and place the empty box back where she'd found it.
It was only a minute or two afterward that I gradually woke up to feel the vibrator stirring inside me again, very softly, interrupting my sensual dream. Once again Melissa was hovering over me, except this time I could see her face clearly from the daylight streaming into my room.
"Oh, Angel, I have a surprise for you! Also, you're going to miss breakfast if you don't get up soon."
I turned over and threw the sheet over my head, muttering, "What's the surprise?"
I tried to ignore the sensations between my legs which seemed to stop and start intermittently.
Melissa came around the other side of my bed, and tore the blanket away. In her hand, she held a remote that looked very similar to the one I'd lost the day before.
My eyes went from droopy to wide open at once and I suddenly felt and sounded much more awake.
"Okay. How? Where did you find this?"
"In your parent's closet, of all places," she said, giving me a knowing and accusatory look.
I reached out to touch it and Melissa shoved my hand away.
"Oh, no, sweetie, I wouldn't touch this if I were you."
"Why not?"
"I'm tempted to let you find out the hard way, but let's just say if you do touch this, you'll get a nasty surprise between your legs."
I could see that the LCD screen on this remote was larger and colorful and obviously provided a lot more details as to what the functions were.
"This thing must've cost a fortune!" Melissa remarked, "I've never seen anything like it."
"Okay, great, so let's get this chastity belt off of me!" I exclaimed.
"Actually, I have a better idea..."
I made another grab at the remote and felt one of the shocks from the day before inside my pussy. It wasn't really painful, but enough to get me to let go.
"See, I told you," Melissa chided me.
I tried touching it again and felt another shock, this time with just a bit more intensity.
"Now, the way I see it, either I can put this right back where I found it, or you can cooperate and I get to have a little fun and then I might just be nice enough to push the buttons for you."
"Wont my parents notice it's missing, though?"
"I found this in a box in their closet, which I put right back where I found it. Your mom has the other remote now. I'm betting we are safe for now. Anyway, if you don't get your butt moving, we're going to be late."
The more awake I became, the more aroused I felt. Regardless, Melissa was right, we did need to prepare for school if we wanted to get there on time. Today was also the day I expected to pick up my car from the shop, but that would have to wait and I would have to endure another bus ride to school.
I locked the bathroom door behind me as I stripped off my clothes for a morning shower. My panties were damp with my arousal from the night before and the morning after. I felt the familiar frustration of being unable to touch or otherwise pleasure myself. The shiny surface of the chastity belt, which parted my legs and ran around the length of my waste, continued to defy my anxious fingers.
The bathroom started to steam up from the running hot water.
Before I had a chance to step inside, I felt the vibrator turn on again. At first it purred softly, the same as when Melissa had turned it on a few minutes ago.
I opened the door and looked in the direction of my bedroom.
"Melissa! Cut it out!" I called out, just loud enough that she should be able to hear.
My first response was for the vibrations to intensify which caused me to suck in my breath.
The vibrations cut off abruptly. I retreated back into the bathroom, locking it again and hurriedly started my cleansing ritual, feeling very horny and frustrated.
Melissa watch the display as the "vibration" indicator showed it was "OFF". She smiled, and thought about how much fun this was going to be. The whole situation was such a turn on for her, she was tempted to start playing with herself right there in the middle of the bedroom.
Suddenly, she noticed the vibrations turn back "ON". She hadn't pressed any buttons, though. She looked out into the hallway and just caught a glimpse of Sarah stuffing the remote into her purse as she walked into the kitchen to prepare her morning coffee.
"Ah, ha. I knew it!" she whispered under her breath, "This just gets better and better."
Melissa looked again at the remote and noticed the vibrations were almost at full power.
Meanwhile, I was holding onto the edge of the bathtub, white-knuckled as my poor pussy fell under the assault of the vibrator attached to the belt. One moment I was just standing there, washing my hair and trying to ignore my arousal, and the next moment my legs were giving way beneath me.
"Woah, what the hell..." I gasped, ending in a high-pitched squeak. At first all I could feel was the rumbling, overpowering sensation inside me. After only a few moments I was on a course that would eventually take me to an earth-shattering orgasm. It was all I could do to just clutch at the belt and moan helplessly.
On the other side of the bathroom door, Melissa could hear my stifled moans. She turned the vibrations back "OFF" and waited for me to finish my shower.
I was panting heavily by the time the vibrator cut off again. I felt my pussy pounding inside and the familiar feeling of my muscles clenching against the unyielding phallus.
I cut off the water and started to dry myself off. As I finished up, Melissa continued to covertly watch my mother in the kitchen.
Sarah looked at her watch and noticed the shower water didn't seem to be running any longer. She reached into her purse and hit the "vibration" toggle button on the remote.
"Melissa! Angel! Breakfast is on the stove, I'm off to work!" she yelled out.
Melissa checked the display on the remote she held again, noticing it was now back to "ON" again, but only softly.
Even on its low setting, in my state of arousal it was enough to drive me crazy. I hurried out of the bathroom, holding the towel in front of me, to come face-to-face with Melissa.
"Melissa, what the fuck!?" I demanded, glaring at her.
"Hey, this time it wasn't my fault. Someone's feeling awfully perky today, though." she noticed one of my stiffly erect nipples poking out from around the towel and reached out to give it a playful pinch.
The look of pure lust on my face betrayed my facade of righteous indignation. My brain was frazzled. I couldn't think straight and the soft vibrations in my nether regions kept me on edge. I had already suffered several orgasms from Melissa, and I desperately needed one now.
"Okay, well, just ... hurry up and finish me off so we can go to school."
Melissa laughed, this time in a condescending tone, "You're in no position to make demands, here. Go get dressed, I'll be waiting for you in the living room."
"What!? Just finish me off. I can't go to school like this!"
Melissa just shook her head and walked away.
"Dammit, Melissa at least turn off the vibrator! It's driving me crazy..."
"If you do as I say, I'll help you cum, but it'll be on my terms, not yours."
"C'mon," I decided to try a more diplomatic approach, since Melissa clearly had the upper hand here, "Please, just finish me off this one time..."
My words had no effect on her, so I stormed off to my bedroom to get dressed quickly. I started picking out some sensible clothes and noticed a thong and lacey push-up bra sitting on the bed waiting for me. A little note in Melissa's handwriting with a heart at the end said "put these on".
"You've got to be kidding me..." I mumbled, "No fucking way."
I tried my damnedest to ignore the soft, penetrating rumble of the vibrator and the yearning I felt. Having Melissa attempt to control me like this seemed to make it even worse.
I found two plates of food on the coffee table, Melissa had already started on one of them. I refused to sit down next to her and stood, crossing my arms, as well as my legs.
"Aren't you hungry?" asked Melissa, "It's almost time to leave, you better hurry up."
The remote sat next to the plates of food. I tried picking it up and felt a much stronger jolt inside my vagina and arcing through my clitoris causing me to cry out. The effect the shock had on me was like a splash of cold water on a raging fire. For a moment the flames of arousal died down, but it grew quickly thanks to the constant, endless torment of the vibrations in my pussy.
Melissa shook her head, "It's not like you didn't know that was going to happen."
"Please stop being such a bitch and just push the button, I need it really bad... This is totally unfair..."
Melissa set her fork down and cleared her throat.
"You have two choices. You can either follow my instructions from this point forward, or I will walk out of here and leave you with the remote and you can get your own damn orgasm. Sit down."
The pendulum in my brain swung wildly between the choice of whether or not to submit to this stubborn young woman in front of me who spoke so confidently. In the end, the ache for sexual release that pulsed through my body won out.
I started to obey and sit on the couch and she corrected me.
"No, thanks to your attitude, you can sit on the floor."
"C'mon, that's stupid--" I started to protest.
Melissa started to get up calmly, but, realizing she was serious, I hastily complied and sat on the floor on the opposite end of the coffee table. I felt the vibrations pierce me just a little deeper as I sat down, carefully trying to maneuver around the dildo and avoid pushing on the strap that ran between my legs.
"Do you know what 'submissive' means, Angel?" Melissa asked me with a serious tone in her voice.
I bit my tongue and held back the urge to give her a sassy reply, and simply said, "Yes. I know what it means."
"I don't think you do, but," she paused to take another bite of her breakfast, "I can show you what it means, if you have the patience to learn. Eat, so we can get going."
I was trying not to squirm and fidget on the floor with little success. I shoveled the food into my mouth, trying to show myself as compliant. Melissa finished her food before I finished mine and drew a deep breath.
"Let's see," Melissa began, "You seem to think you deserve an orgasm. You do seem really worked up this morning. Even so, you lied to me twice about the belt and about the remote, you called me a bitch just now and I bet you aren't even wearing those lovely clothes I picked out for you."
I looked at the floor and continued to eat, saying nothing.
"But I will cut you a little slack, since you are doing so well to stay silent and comply and I know just how badly you want it. Here's how this is going to work, the vibrator will stay on until we get to school. If you are on your best behavior, I'll ask you then if you want me to turn it off. If this is unacceptable to you, I can just leave right now. If you're a good little submissive, you can earn your orgasm, but there will also be punishment for disobedience."
I gave Melissa my most pitiful, pleading eyes, "Okay, fine, I'll be your submissive. I'm sorry I called you a bitch, I'll even go change into that bra and panties if that'll make you happy, but could you please either give me an orgasm or turn off the damn vibrator? Please?"
Melissa smiled knowingly, "Tell you what, I wont keep the vibrator on all day, but it'll cost you, and you better decide quick because we're out of time."
"Okay, what do you want?"
"You can either eat me out, right here on the couch or I can add a new accessory to your chastity device."
The look of surprise and shock on my face, was soon wiped away with my reply, "Fuck you, no way!"
Melissa laughed, "Okay, Angel, have it your way! Let's get to the bus."
I could see the bus outside from one of the windows, pulling up. Melissa hurried outside and I followed her close behind.
As we took our seats, I hoped that no one would notice the flushed look on my face.
I was restless as I sat on the bench, squirming and fidgeting. My nipples felt as though they were made of steel and my clitoris ached as it throbbed in its shiny metal prison. Now and again I would give the dildo inside me an impotent squeeze. It only made it worse, but I couldn't help it.
Melissa directed me to sit with her in the back of the bus, where it was unlikely that we would be seen. She gave anyone who looked as though they might sit next to us a "don't fuck with me" stare that seemed to deter them well enough.
Halfway on the route to school, Melissa leaned over and whispered in my ear, "If you finger me on the way, and you do a good enough job of it, I'll make things easier on you."
At this point, I figured, what the hell. I was so horny and desperately wanted to touch myself, maybe somehow touching Melissa, I could get some relief. I had kissed other girls before, even fondled them just for fun, but I had never fingered another girl.
I reached down with my hand nearest her thighs very slowly. Melissa moved my hand closer to her mound.
I felt the warmth beneath the fabric of her sweat pants and started to stroke up and down about where the folds of her labia would be.
This wasn't enough for Melissa, so she pulled her pants open and waited for me to put my hand inside. As I descended between layers of pants and panties, I felt a dampness there that rivaled my own. Apparently, my situation was really turning her on to the point her panties were practically soaked.
Melissa let out a sudden, muted gasp as I started stroking with only a thin layer of cotton between my fingers and her most sensitive erogenous zones.
We were lucky, our bus was not overly crowded, as many of the students from my area could afford their own means of transportation, or there might've been a much greater chance of getting caught.
I started to caress a little more purposefully in earnest and Melissa bit her lip to stay quiet. It seemed she had been holding back for a long while up to this point.
As I continued, Melissa reached into her purse and fumbled with something. I felt the vibrations inside me grow slightly more powerful.
"Hey!" I whispered, "If you turn that up too much more I might cum right here on this bus..."
"Good," Melissa whispered back, "Let's play a game. If you make me cum, I'll make you cum. If you keep me on edge, I'll keep you on edge. If you stop or do a poor job, I'll shock your pussy until you do it right."
"W-what?"
"Like right now, you stopped, so..." Melissa pushed another button and I almost jumped out of my seat. One of the other adults on the bus turned around, but only for a moment.
"Okay, okay!" I resumed pleasuring Melissa, and as I did I felt the vibrations begin to rise again.
After awhile the the motions must've gotten repetitive or Melissa must've needed more stimulation, as I felt the vibrator start to slow down. I took this as a warning sign and started to speed up. Melissa shook her head and gave her panties a tug.
At first I didn't take the hint until I felt another shock right on the tip of my clit. In a moment of desperation I realized what she wanted and my hand plunged beneath her underwear.
I felt a trim bush, soaked and slick with her juices and warm and inviting to the touch. I found her love canal and started tracing circles with my finger around it delicately.
Melissa closed her eyes tightly and I felt the vibrator get a bit stronger again. I teased the opening to her vagina and ran my finger up and down her labial lips.
After awhile I saw her reach back into her purse, so I moved up to her clitoris and began giving it similar caresses, alternating between pussy and clit. What I had thought might lead to another shock, must've been the opposite, as suddenly the vibrator rose strongly inside me.
In my head it seemed like a loud, thundering sound that I was sure everyone on the buss would be able to hear, and this feeling only made it worse.
As much as I desperately needed to cum, I tried to fight it so I wouldn't scream out in pleasure in front of the whole bus, but the vibrator in my pussy was pushing me relentlessly over the edge.
I was drawing sharp, quick breaths as quietly as I could and had reached the precipice just before the orgasm. I was so distracted that I stopped pleasuring Melissa completely. For a moment, she looked disappointed, but then, with a big smile on her face she told me, "Well, done." and cut the vibrator off completely.
Through gritted teeth I hissed and grabbed a hold of the bench tightly, squeezing my legs together in intense frustration at the denial I had just experienced.
"Oh my god, you are such a bitch!" I whispered.
"Ha ha, I'll let that one slide," Melissa replied.
The rest of the day was spent with the vibrator either off or on very low to remind me it was still there and keep my pussy just teased enough so that I was texting Melissa every chance I got, begging her for the orgasm I craved.
She would only reply with smiley faces, hearts and "hugs and kisses". The only reply to break up the monotony was when she replied, "Trust me, it'll all be worth it if you earn it."
Melissa and I used one of those apps that gets you a ride to pick up my little red convertible. It wasn't anything fancy or terribly expensive, but it was the nicest thing I'd ever driven.
"Do you have anywhere else you need to go today?" Melissa asked me.
"No," I replied. After a full day of on and off teasing I was beyond all pretense, and continued, "but I need to cum so bad. Please... you can make me cum right here in this parking lot if you want.."
"Let's go to my place," Melissa answered, taking my phone and punching the address into the GPS application.
I gave a sigh but followed the instructions. Since I was driving, Melissa kept the vibrator off, but that didn't stop her from slowly masturbating while we sped down the highway on the way to her house.
Once inside, Melissa led me to her room, which had its own dead-bolt that she had to unlock first. Once inside, I could see why she had such privacy.
On display were a number of phallic objects, some attached to harnesses - both facing outward and some for penetrating the wearer. There was a device on the floor that would bend you over and hold you in place, presumably to be fucked doggy-style as long as your captor desired it. There were cuffs attached to various items, one set attached to an extendable metal bar. There were other devices of different shapes and sizes but I didn't recognize many of them. The rest of the room was filled with boxes, a dresser and a bed.
"Woah," I said breathlessly, in genuine admiration. My imagination ran wild with the possibilities.
"Having second thoughts?" Melissa asked.
I timidly shook my head no.
"You sure? The vibrator is off, I'll put the remote in your purse, your car is right outside. Last chance to back out."
"No," I said quietly.
Melissa shut the door behind us with a definitive "thunk" of the bolt sliding into place.
"Strip," Melissa commanded, "now."
I figured I wasn't going to get to cum in privacy, but I wondered if I would at least be able to keep some dignity.
"Must I?"
Melissa sighed, and touched a button on the remote. I felt a stinging jolt through my pussy.
I gave Melissa a dirty look but slowly started taking off my clothes, throwing them next to her bed. When I was down to just my bra and panties, Melissa had me stop for a second.
She got out a pair of scissors and quickly cut both articles of clothing off.
"Hey! Those are my clothes!" they were cheap, off-brand items I'd bought at Target, but still...
"...and for your disobedience this morning, you can go commando on the way home."
Now I was down to just the chastity belt and my quarter-sized nipples that stood at attention.
When I looked over at Melissa I noticed she had stripped down to a black matching set similar to what she had asked me to wear on the bed this morning.
"For calling me a bitch this morning, you can either eat me out - and depending on how well you do - I'll reduce your punishment, or you can bend over that bed right now and I'll give you part of your punishment now."
"Okay, I'll go down on you."
"Good girl," Melissa said approvingly. She sat on the bed, leaned back and waited.
I knelt down between her legs and looked first at the panties, then at her.
"Well, what are you waiting for? I can see you're going to need some instruction," Melissa said.
I reached for her panties and slowly pulled them around her curvy ass and down her strong but feminine thighs and continued until finally they were laying on the floor near my own cut up underwear.
Melissa grabbed some of my hair and slowly pulled me down to her bush of short blonde hair. I found the musky smell of her arousal intoxicating as I came closer and closer to her pussy.
With my fingers, I pulled her labia apart to reveal her enlarged clit, just waiting for me to suck, lick and caress it.
I started slow, around the edges, getting just a hint of the sweet taste of her love juices.
Melissa groaned approvingly and I began licking the inside of her outer lips, deliberately avoiding her clit and vaginal opening.
I felt the vibrator in my pussy spring to life again, which encouraged me to intensify my ministrations to Melissa's pussy.
"Oh, please, Melissa, I need it so bad, you've been teasing me all day..."
At first Melissa didn't reply, pushing my face down against her mound, and for awhile I kept licking her pussy.
In between the figure eights I traced around her vagina and clitoris, I continued to beg for my orgasm, or at least for her to turn up the vibrations in my own pussy.
Melissa suddenly pulled me away and said, "Stop for a second, turn around and bend over for me."
"What? Why?"
"Every time you hesitate and stop to ask questions, the chance of you cumming for me becomes a little less."
"Ugh, fine." I could still taste her nectar on my lips and tongue as I assumed the position and held my ankles with my hands.
Melissa kept the vibrator going and I felt it turn up a little more. I became excited at the idea that she might finally make me orgasm.
Melissa quickly attached the cuffs that were attached to the spreader bar to my ankles, and I happened to notice that the bar itself was linked to rings in the floor.
As I took stock of my new bondage situation, Melissa grabbed something else and got up behind me. I found that with my legs restrained, I could no longer turn around at will, but I did start to stand up. Melissa reached around and gave my nipples a rough tweak which caused me to cry out in pain.
"Ow! Why are you mmmfffmm!?" my cries became muffled as Melissa deftly inserted a ball gag into my mouth and locked it on to my head tightly.
As I fumbled with the gag and tried to pull it off, Melissa quickly attached two additional cuffs to either of my wrists, linked by a chain that was several feet in length.
Above my head, she attached the chain to a hook, which she then pulled a cord to raise it toward the ceiling.
"MMmmmmff!?!" I protested as loudly as I could, beneath the gag that seemed to absorb much of the sound.
"Shhh, I know, I know. This is all a bit sudden for you isn't it?"
I nodded my head enthusiastically.
"You still want to earn that orgasm don't you?"
I felt the vibrations continue to do their work on my throbbing pussy. Melissa turned them up a little higher. I didn't like the idea that I was still on my way to "earning" it, but I still nodded my head yes.
"Now I want you to be completely honest with me, Angel. Have you ever taken it up the ass before?"
I gave her a look of surprise. What did that have to do with anything? I tried to answer her with muffled speech underneath the gag, "MMmm, mmff, mmffff..."
"Yes, or no, have you ever had something inserted into your ass?"
I realized any other form of communication was fruitless and nodded affirmative.
"Okay, good. So, I found another piece or two of your chastity... and I've been wanting to try it..."
I shook my head vigorously.
"Oh, come on, let's be a little adventurous. It doesn't seem like you have much of a choice in this situation."
I shook my head again.
I felt the panel beneath the belt open and the dildo inside me start to slide out slowly. For a moment, the vibrations were intense against the edge of my pussy lips, reverberating all the way to my clitoris. I stared down in surprise as the panel swung freely between my legs.
I felt Melissa start to rub some lubricant on my asshole and clenched my ass cheeks and tried to close my legs together.
"This will go so much better if you just relax sweetie."
With another hand, Melissa reached around and put it flat against my mound. Just the feeling of flesh-on-flesh, something I hadn't felt in all too long, was intense. I leaned in toward her hand on my pussy and away from the one probing my anus.
"Maybe... if you're a really good submissive, I'll even let you out of the belt from time to time. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
I nodded and as she caressed the outside of my pussy I started to relax against her slow, but determined lubricated fingers.
As Melissa continued to tease and distract me from the front, causing me to sigh and moan with lust, with her other hand she gradually penetrated my ass with her finger.
"Good girl," Melissa said softly.
It wasn't long before I felt my asshole stretch a little bit more to accommodate a second finger, and she continued to probe and gently work out the muscles inside while keeping me on edge.
Every time I started to get close, Melissa seemed to be able to sense it, and she would back off a bit, causing me to groan in frustration.
At this point I was openly begging her under the gag, "Please, please, please make me cum!" and she seemed to be able to take enough context clues from the situation to understand me, but just shook her head, "Not yet, sweetie."
Finally, Melissa started to withdraw.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed she had a few pieces of shiny material, similar to the sort the rest of my chastity belt was made out of. She took one of them and began spreading my ass-cheeks again.
"Hmmph??" I tried to ask her what it was, but received no verbal reply.
The belt beneath me felt just slightly heavier and I felt something snap into place. It remained there, dangling between my legs.
Melissa then walked in front of me, holding two small shiny conical objects.
"I bet these are really fun, too!" she said, as she reached to begin caressing and fondling my breasts.
My nipples were already hard, but she was in no hurry. As she groped, rubbed and squeezed my breasts, I found it purely frustrating as there was no way stimulating my boobs alone would finally push me over the edge and now I didn't even have the vibrator inside.
As she worked her way towards my nipples, she started to get rougher, eliciting audible protests from me. She started to pinch and tug against my sensitive skin both around the areola and inevitably my nipples as well.
If my nipples had been hard before, there was no way they would get any stiffer.
Melissa applied one of the conical objects to one of my breasts, centering it on the nipple. It was about two times the size of the areola in diameter. I felt my nipple being lined up with something inside of it.
Melissa pushed a button and something tightened around the stiff nipple flesh inside, allowing it to hang free on its own. With another button press I felt my nipple sucked into the device, which seemed to force it to expand inside. It was a very erotic feeling and I continued to squirm and writhe in my bonds.
Melissa applied the other device to the opposite breast in a similar fashion and now I had a matching set.
"Okay, now for the final touch, and you'll be ready to go," Melissa said.
She fumbled with the remote some more and I felt the panel begin to raise beneath me. My old friend, the pussy vibe, was pressing against my wet, hungry pussy, but there was also the new sensation of something pressing against my well-lubricated backdoor.
The two dildos began to push their way past my openings and I let out a sigh. Even after Melissa's preparations, the dildo pushing into my ass still felt very large.
I let out a groan as the largest part of the anal dildo pushed its way past my sphincter and felt my anus relax a little bit as it tapered off. The whole process moved along agonizingly slowly. It was all I could do to watch the panel rejoin with the rest of the belt, completely filling and sealing my two lower orifices.
It was a strange and sensual feeling, whenever I squeezed my anal sphincter I felt the resistance of the small end of the dildo against my asshole and an amazing sense of fullness I had never experienced before.
Melissa began to undo the cuffs around my hands and ankles and I rubbed the red marks they left behind. I gestured towards the ball gag and she shook her head.
"You were doing a great job just awhile ago with your tongue, but I have something else in mind for you."
Melissa brought one of the more harnesses from her collection of sex toys. This one criss-crossed around the wearer almost like webbing, and left an opening where the crotch was. She told me to put it on.
When I hesitated, I felt a jolt not just in my pussy, but also in my ass which made me jump.
I grumbled under the ball gag, but figured the harness looked pretty harmless and starting putting it on with some help from Melissa.
It was a bit tight and dug into my skin in places. My captive breasts were accentuated further as the spilled out from the leather that ran criss cross over my body. Melissa locked it on near the collar.
Melissa grabbed another dildo - this time somewhat lifelike - and started to attach it to the front of the harness. I was now standing there, with a fake, erect prick standing proudly on top of my imprisoned sex.
I started to get really impatient at this point and made it known via a muffled complaint.
"Here's the new game we're going to play," Melissa began.
I moaned in reply.
"It's getting late, and I'm sure both of us would love to finally cum our brains out. Well, even though you lied to me, you've been surprisingly obedient since we got here. For your good behavior, I'm going to give you a chance. If you can make me orgasm 5 times in the next hour without the use of your tongue, I will finally let you cum."
With that, Melissa lay on her back on the bed and beckoned me to follow. I watched her, wide-eyed.
"Oh, and," she continued, "Every 30 seconds, you'll feel a shock, followed by pleasure, just to keep things interesting."
I gave Melissa a pitiful look as she lay and watch me process this. I resolved to climb onto the bed and rather clumsily began to align the fake prick in front of me with her dripping wet vagina.
The first shock hit my forcibly erect nipples, causing me to bend over closer to her chest. The cones on my breasts touched her naked mounds of skin. The vibrator in my ass started up after that.
Fucking another girl was also a new experience for me, as I began to thrust, first in an awkward motion but soon got the hang of it.
Soon, I had Melissa moaning underneath me. I fucked her harder and faster as each sign of encouragement played across her face.
After a long day of teasing, followed by unrestrained fucking, it wasn't long before Melissa had her first orgasm. By that time I had received 10 shocks, and my own moans of pleasure complimented hers as the two vibrators continue to drill away at my insides. As her orgasm crested, I felt an insatiable urge to fuck her harder and harder, smashing my pussy against hers which did nothing to sate my cravings.
Melissa breathed a satisfied sigh, "The first one was easy. The rest wont be."
After a few moments rest, I started fucking Melissa again with the fake prick but it became obvious quickly that after her initial, satisfying orgasm, it was going to take a lot more than penetration to get her to cum a second time.
I started gyrating my hips in different ways and tried to angle for her g-spot. This earned an approving sigh and smile from Melissa, but wasn't enough to get her to the finish line.
Desperation became the slut of invention and I started to involve my fingers at the same time. I used some of the saliva now slowly dripping from the ball gag to lubricate my fingers, and started rubbing her clitoris while fucking her slowly.
"Oh, yeah! Good girl!" Melissa said.
It seemed ages before I found the right tempo and caress before I had her moaning and writhing on the verge of a second orgasm beneath me. At that moment another shock hit me, this time on all my sensitive spots, followed by some of the strongest vibrations I had felt yet.
I begged Melissa to let me cum and as I pleaded beneath the gag, the sound of my helplessness was enough to push her over.
"That's two, sweetie. You'd better hurry!"
I looked at the clock and saw that already 30 minutes had passed.
My legs were getting really tired and my whole body continued to throb and ache with need.
I started again, between gently fucking and pleasuring Melissa but her apparent pleasure continued to rise far slower than before.
I decided to pull out and spread her legs with my hands. Melissa looked very pleased at that.
I decided to use just my fingers now. I slide two of them into her cunt and used the other to trace circles around her clit.
I started to apply pressure on her g-spot and soon had Melissa moaning and sighing a third time. Towards the end I was furiously pounding her pussy with my fingers while rubbing her clitoris indirectly with the skin surrounding it.
Melissa let out a loud cry of pleasure and finally had orgasm number 3, with only 12 minutes left to go.
"Oh, sweetie, that was really wonderful, I give you an 'A' for effort, but it doesn't look like you're going to make it."
I was so frustrated an exhausted, I was on the verge of tears. Never had I felt so turned on and full of need and sexual tension.
"Are you going to give up?" she asked me playfully, "I'm pretty satisfied with your performance, so you can stop if you want! You wont get to cum, though..."
I was on a mission now but I knew nothing I had tried up to this point would get me two orgasms in less than 6 minutes each. I searched the room for something that could help.
I found one of the large back-massager shaped vibrators amidst Melissa's toys and decided I would use that to earn my orgasm.
"Hmm, that almost seems like cheating, but I'll allow it," Melissa teased playfully.
I turned it on and felt the powerful vibrations course through the rod attached to the vibrating head. I lined it up with her pussy and started in a circle around her vagina.
Melissa jumped, "Woah, I guess I'm a bit sensitive now. That's not going to make things any easier for you."
Every time I started to apply any real stimulation, Melissa would start squirming again.
At that point I decided it was time for me to get forceful with her. Fueled by sex-starved passion, I grabbed her and held her down, sitting atop her in a reverse-cowgirl position.
At first, Melissa didn't really struggle and laughed. I then applied the vibrator directly to her pussy and it was then she started to try and push me off.
"Oh, oh, wow, that's too much --- aaahh!" Melissa moaned and continued to squirm.
I was not going to be denied any longer and held her as tightly as I could, continuing to apply vibrations to her sensitive pussy.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Melissa exclaimed, "Okay, okay! I'm cumming!"
With a loud moan, Melissa came a fourth time and then started to jump and thrash.
"Okay! Okay! Too sensitive! I need a second to recover!"
But I didn't have that kind of time if I was going to win this game. I turned the vibrator to its highest setting and continued to massage her pussy forcefully. I grabbed both of her legs and held them together with the vibrator between them.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Melissa cried out, trying to twist and turn her pelvis away from the vibrator trapped between her thighs.
"Too much, too much!" Melissa repeated over and over, but it was my only hope to push her over the edge one last time. Melissa grabbed the remote which was still in reach and frantically and pressed a few buttons. I felt the vibrators inside my own ass and pussy go into overdrive, and alternating, light shocks against either of my nipples.
A long, loud moan escaped her lips and with a surprised cry, she announced, "Ooooh, I'm going to cummmm!"
My own moans joined hers and I was almost in disbelief that I would finally, finally reach the orgasm I so desperately needed.
The first wave of pleasure washed over my body as the orgasm began to hit me. Even beneath the ball gag, my high pitched cry of release could no doubt be heard outside the house.
Melissa came too, and then pushed me off of her as I lost all my strength and continued to spasm, pant and moan.
My world was spinning, the pleasure seemed never ending, I felt dizzy as my whole body pulsed and throbbed with intense orgasmic pleasure.
Melissa continued to watch me cum while breathing heavily and with a very satisfied smile on her face.
My world was reduced to one long, unending chain of explosive orgasms to the point that I couldn't tell where the next one began or the first one ended.
It wasn't long before I passed out.
Melissa turned off the vibrators and shocks and unlocked the ball gag around my head, leaving the harness but taking off the fake prick. She diligently washed each of the toys we had used, being careful to sanitize them thoroughly.
She removed the anal intruder and the conical nipple attachments and for a moment, completely exhausted and hardly able to move, I opened my eyes and looked up at her.
While I was still dazed she gave me an intense full-on kiss.
"You have a half a dozen missed calls, and quite a few text messages," she chided me.
"Oh, shit..." I exclaimed.
"Don't worry, I told your parents you were out with me and we went to see a movie and that you'd be back home soon."
"Thanks," came my exhausted reply. I began to extract myself from her bed and then asked her about the harness that was still locked on me.
"It looks good on you. I'd like you to keep wearing it. Meet me tomorrow morning for school and I'll unlock it for you."
I started to put my clothes back on, sans the destroyed bra and panties. As long as my midriff wasn't showing and my collar kept up high enough, it might not be obvious what I wore underneath.
"I'll be keeping the remote control, but you'll be taking those accessories home with you. I may need you to wear them again sometime."
I gave Melissa a look, but had no strength for any retort. Melissa gave me plenty to drink to rehydrate myself and some fruit to restore some of my energy.
As I left her house, Melissa looked at me with a big smile, "This isn't over."
Melissa's parents were back in town the next day and we had finals shortly after that, so there wasn't much time for bondage games and both Melissa and my parents were pretty merciful as a result. Kat and Ryan started dating and somehow Melissa started sitting next to the three of us during our remaining school days in the cafeteria. It wouldn't be long before I'd get to know Ryan and some of his friends on a deep and intimate level. My parents would continue inviting Melissa over for dinner, which only seemed to make Kat that much happier when she came over to join us. I was certain it was only a matter of time before Kat found out about my arrangement with Melissa, but what I didn't know was what might happen as a result.