Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 9/10
"Speaking of trust…" continued Paige, "I’ve one more thing to make your outfit complete. She stuck her hand in the bag once more and pulled out a jet black ball gag. Victoria blushed. Paige sat on the arm of the couch and bid Victoria to come forward with her finger. The off-balance girl slowly inched forward until she knelt between Paige’s open knees.
Paige held the ball gag horizontally at face level, waiting for Victoria to open her mouth wide. When she obeyed, Paige struck. She wedged the plastic orb into her mouth and followed it immediately with her lips. The straps snapped together behind her head and Victoria was shocked to find herself captive to Paige’s whims. Her voice was muted, her wrists bound, and her body exposed. And most importantly, her face was clearly the domain of Paige’s fast-moving lips.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 8/10
Paige spun around behind her leather-clad friend and showed her what she meant. With Victoria’s hands pinned at her side, it didn’t take much effort at all for Paige to force her off balance and onto her knees. With one hand she kept Victoria in place, and with the other she gently massaged at her leisure.
"Isn’t this better?" asked Paige, as she rubbed Victoria’s lower back, "You don’t have to think about a thing…only accept what your master or mistress has in store for you." With that, Paige let her hand slip around Victoria’s bare cheeks and pet her tight ass and inner thighs. Victoria shuddered. "Yes, I like this, but…but what if I want him to try something else…or stop?" "You can’t. The first rule of wearing this is you can only put it on with people you trust."
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 7/10
Paige next started to attach the armstraps to Victoria…four leather bindings that kept her arms inanimate at her side. Victoria looked visibly confused as she was tightly restrained. Her arm felt like it was trapped in a doctor’s blood pressure sleeve, but more claustrophobic.
"What’s this…for?" the bound girl asked.
"It’s to make sure you cooperate, Vicky."
"But I can’t interact wi…"
"That’s really not the point. Let’s not be coy. You don’t fancy the leather…you want to be a prize…this corset’s a pedestal on which you can shine. And the best way to experience that is to give in."
"Are you sure?"
"I’ll prove it."
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 6/10
Just as Paige began to strap Victoria in, the nude girl asked how her back looked. It wasn’t exactly something she could see easily in the mirror, but it was important in this situation. Wearing one of these with the lights out would be a pointless waste…she wanted her suitor to see what was being offered.
Paige rubbed Victoria’s back and assured her it was as smooth as her bottom…no unsightly blemishes of any kind. Then she told Victoria to breathe in as she buckled the corset tightly around her. Each strap pinched a bit more of Victoria’s flesh, but she remained composed throughout.
Finally came the lower straps. These wound around Victoria’s cherub behind, across her virgin slit and over her thin bush before being secured at her front. This chastity belt was far from an impediment to any interested party. An easy access belt-strap was available at her front to allow whomever the privilege of passage.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 5/10
Paige stood especially close to Victoria and her bare behind as she strapped her into the black leather corset. She measured what belt hole was too tight and loosened it by one. This wasn’t a torture device after all…merely one of control.
The corset itself fit snuggly underneath Victoria’s breasts, highlighting the absence of any coverings above or below. As much as her new suit was about leather-kink, it was also about invitation. It would hide the less relevant parts and help frame the more relevant ones…and broadcast that they were available for the taking.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 4/10
"Mmm…you know it’s not going to look right with these still on." judged Paige. Before waiting for a reply, she went ahead and pulled down her friend’s polka dot panties. Sitting there and beholding bare Victoria, she smiled, knowing things were going exactly to plan. This was shaping up to be the best gift ever.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 3/10
"I’ve got to go try this on!” Victoria exclaimed, walking toward her bedroom.
"Where exactly are you going?" asked Paige. "It takes two to put on.”
"Oh, umm…sure." Victoria blushed and began to smile. "Do I have to be…"
"Naked?" Paige blurted out. She nodded and blushed herself.
But both girls merely shrugged their shoulders and began to prepare Victoria for the gift. Victoria worked down her blouse, button by button, to reveal her braless chest. Paige busied herself with getting that tartan skirt off of her.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 2/10
Victoria couldn’t say no to that. She loved a surprise, but hated to wait. She’d spoiled more mystery novels than not by flipping to the back pages prematurely, unable to handle not knowing.
Paige drew out a black leather corset, full of silver buckles and rivets. Victoria could hardly believe her senses. It was, to say the least, an unconventional present. But it was one that she identified with at once. Her sudden heavy breathing gave her away. Paige knew this already…at their parents’ wedding Victoria had had one too many glasses of champagne and had let this secret desire of hers slip. “Oh, my God, I love it,” Victoria said, as Paige fitted it to her belly.
Two Turtle Doves, and a Stone 1/10
Hours after Paige’s father and Victoria’s mother had gone to bed, the two step-sisters sat awake in the living room, chatting about boys, dancing, mall Santas and holiday drinks. It was their first Christmas together, as their parents had only just married in the Fall. A solitary present sat under the fake plastic tree. It had been years since anyone in either family believed in Santa…most of the gifts would be put out in the morning. But that one present had Victoria’s eye. It also had her name. Paige noticed her stare, smiled and looked down at the gift. “Do you want a sneak peek at what’s in the bag now? Technically, it is Christmas…”
The Gatekeeper 1/1
Penny and Maurice crested the narrow stone bridge, bringing the gate-keeper fully into view. She was a Latvian goddess, with wavy platinum blonde hair and subtly curved hips. As they came down one step at a time, both husband and wife were unnerved at how the slender nude woman was able to make them feel like outsiders. She would not be moved for just anyone.
"Your names," she said firmly. "Maurice, and his guest Penny," said the husband. "And the password?" "Octopus." The woman smiled. "You may part with your clothes now." The married couple knew what was expected of them. They disrobed completely, stacking their clothes into neat piles. They then turned to the upstream side of the bridge and deposited their clothing in the water. No worldly objects were permitted, nor was early departure. In a month they would be given the clothes needed to hike back into town.
"Come," the gate keeper said, looking only at the husband. Maurice descended the stairs and stood side by side with the woman. She reached down into a box at her feet and pulled out a green and white armband that read, "Annija." This was her name. It slipped onto Maurice’s arm like Cinderella’s glass slipper. Penny watched as her husband leaned in and gave Annija a long and lustful kiss. Smiling, she untangled her arms from his and grabbed his elbow to lead him up the hill to the villa. Penny walked down the stairs, turned, and began her shift as gate keeper.
Mixed Swimming 9/9
At the sound of the bell, Angela and Cathy sprung to the rescue of their male teammates, who discovered their school clothes had been stolen as well. Paul panicked and hid in a bathroom stall, but each girl grabbed a remaining guy by the hand and led them upstairs.
In the coach’s lounge, the girls assured the boys they’d get their swimsuits back if they would only indulge them in a brief experiment. Upon hearing this, the boys ceased to see value in haste. If this took all of first hour or the whole morning, it mattered not, so long as the lock on the door held.
The three dressed girls kept their roles as observers while Ivy and Brittany led the activity. David was pushed aside so that Zachary and Greg could have a turn. With a bit of focused poking and prodding, they made all three boys’ cocks erect and urged them to jerk off. Brittany would only go so far as to cradle Greg’s balls every so often while he stroked himself, but when Zachary stubbornly refused to masturbate, Ivy intervened on his behalf. She relished its rigidity and the natural feeling of him in her grip. Briefly she aimed it at Tricia, who recoiled at the thought it might be loaded.
Loaded it was. After about two more minutes of work, Ivy finished her handjob, leaving behind a dashed forty centimeter streak on the carpet. Greg soon followed with a high arcing gusher, and finally David, who once again became the lone center of attention. For his cumshot, Angela knelt to watch it explode from eye level.
As promised, Ivy and Brittany let the guys have their clothes back at the end of their little scheme. The eight of them waited for the second hour bell to ring and went to class as if nothing had happened. They didn’t talk about their experience, but they certainly locked eyes from across the classroom and couldn’t help but smirk suggestively.
After the eighth hour bell rang, Ivy met Brittany in the student parking lot to carpool home. She’d been disappointed with some of the girls’ reservations and shared an idea of hers with Brittany, who agreed, especially liking the balance and equity of it all. “Next week, Brit…we steal our own swimsuits!”
Mixed Swimming 8/9
Once Angela, Tricia and Cathy had dressed for first hour, they hunted down their teammates, assisted by three clear sets of wet footprints. None were prepared for what they saw. Ivy held David’s arms behind his back, though this seemed more symbolic than anything…David was no weakling after all. Brittany meanwhile proved much more daring. She lifted David’s soft prick and batted it from left to right. This provided her teammates with a much more intimate look than any of of them had received in the pool.
The three dressed girls stepped closer to and soon surrounded David. Tricia knelt down to be as close as possible. Brittany began to play with his foreskin, demonstrating how David’s glans would disappear and reappear. Whether seeing this was new or simply seeing it in the bright light was new, all five girls kept their attention on David’s hardening member. This continued until the first hour bell rang. David froze.
Mixed Swimming 7/9
Ms. Morris stuck her head out of her office just long enough to dismiss the student athletes. Paul lept out of the pool and hurried into the boy’s locker room. The girls howled at him in his retreat. Next Angela, Tricia and Ivy left for their dressing room, leaving only the true blondes and the three remaining boys. Ivy spoke up, “I suppose you’ll be wanting your swimsuits back now…” Zachary did a double take, than replied, “What? You know where they are?” “Sure…they’re where we hid them…in the girls’ locker room” The guys looked on dumbly as they treaded water near the pool ladder. David began to climb up, accepting Brittany’s offered hand as he pulled himself out. She smiled. “Come on…we’ll give them to you, David.”
In the girls’ locker room, Brittany, Ivy and David shared a single shower head, with Ivy directing its flow. After a quick wet down, they each grabbed towels and dried themselves off. But things weren’t over quite yet. Brittany and Ivy grabbed David by the hand and led him past their changing teammates, who squealed as they covered themselves up. Ivy glanced back at the girls and waved for them to follow when they finished changing. Brittany directed them up the stairs, across the gym and into the coach’s lounge. David felt this was all dangerous and peculiar, but followed anyway.
Mixed Swimming 6/9
Following a rather awkward set of laps up and down the pool, Ms. Morris retired to her office to work on report cards, allowing the swim team their standard ten minute cool-down free period. After having their dicks ‘outed’, some of the boys let their modesty fall to the way-side. The girls let their reservations fall just as quickly. Egged on by temptation both sexual and devilish, Cathy and Angela planted their hands on Zachary’s behind and pushed him into the water. Greg saw this happen, then stood up and demanded the same treatment.
Mixed Swimming 5/9
Ms. Morris thought about reporting the boy, but realizing they had all been skinny-dipping with no expectations of encountering anyone else, she concluded the girls’ catcalling was sufficient punishment for the lot of them. Nonetheless, the first thing she did was order them all out of the pool and into a line. Normally she would have them report their home exercises from the pool, but for once she felt like changing things up. The red-faced boys got in line consecutively to try and cover their shrinkage. At this point only Greg, fifth in line, realized this could all be an opportunity…if he presented himself as confident and playful enough.