A Dark Decision

It was later that night, and Lisa lay in her bed in her home. Her pussy ached from the use it had gone through as soon as she had reached the privacy of her room, desperately reliving the day's events. Her wrists and ankles ached, the places where the straps had secured her to the frame were still faintly bruised. Her nipples were puffy and sensitive. She was lying with her eyes open, a laptop at her side. The covers were drawn up over her, but under them, she was naked. She had not even bothered to wear a bra or panties, she was totally in the nude. Not the way she usually slept at all. But right now, it seemed appropriate.

She looked back on the day again, and it awakened so many emotions in her that it was nigh impossible to sort them all. Regret, enjoyment, hesitation, humiliation, pleasure, desire, lust. She was still trying to work through it all. She kept coming back to the feel of the light against her skin, the knowledge that the whole college was seeing her naked. The feel of the straps against her arms and legs. She remembered the shocking jolt, the crackle of the lightning, the taste of her sister's sex, she remembered how every hair stood on end. The feeling of the suction cups connected to her clit and nipples, and how she had jumped when they were removed. She remembered seeing Kyle and Stacy, his cock entering her soaking pussy. She had been helpless as Stacy fucked him, fucked her crush right there in front of everyone. She wondered how it had felt, would she have clung to him, had felt him climax and fill her with his seed.

She shook her head. Fucking hell. That had all been something she had never intended. Putting herself on display yes, but her friends?

The question was, did she really still intend to go through with it at all?

Her gaze turned from the screen of the laptop. Beside the bed, there was a small end table, and upon that, the collar that she had been given. It sat alone, forlorn. She remembered it clasped against her throat. She'd taken it off when she got home... she knew she could. After all, the book had rules for that. She'd made it so the position of college sex **** only existed during school hours. Before or after that, no one remembered it. That way, she'd left herself an out. She could do what she wanted, and no one would think anything about slaves or masters. A get away clause she was now happy she had included.

In her hand, there rested the book, the rulebook, the power of power which could change the world. She was looking at it, a pencil in her other, her blue eyes turned down towards the page. She was considering. Lost in thought, one hand rose, juggling the pencil between fingers as she brushed her dark fringe out of her eyes.

The question she was asking herself now was...did she really want to keep going? Diana had said as much when the two of them had gotten home and handed her the book. Lisa had had her fun, she'd been enslaved in front of the whole college, and been humiliated as well. Surely, she could stop now? It would be safer to stop now. More importantly, Stacy, the **** she had never intended, **** into this, Lisa again pictured her riding Kyle's cock and burned again, wishing that had been her. How far did she want to go in this? So far, she'd had fun, but instead of the spotlight she had been a spectator for the main show, unable to control what she had set in motion, she had always known that she could end it if she wanted. Now though, the thought of what had happened nagged at her mind, memories tinged with jealousy. It worried her, as well as aroused her, somehow the idea that she had no control over what happened thrilled her most of all. Tomorrow a collar would be placed on her neck, she would be given to some master, and have to do anything and everything that they told her to do. They would punish her, or reward her, and she would have no say in the matter. They could make her give a blowjob to every man in the college, and if she refused, they could then make her do so with a vibrating dildo in her ass.

The thought sent a little shiver racing up her spine, making her crotch twinge slightly. She licked her lips, the pencil hovering once more over the rulebook.

She was enjoying herself. There could be no doubt of that. The sense of helplessness was sublime, and she remembered her shuddering orgasm, bound on that stage, as well as her painful arousal. However, Lisa was not stupid. She knew that if she did this for too long, there were risks to her mental health... Playing the role of the **** was all well and fun in pretend, but how long could she do it before it started to become real? Just because she enjoyed the chains did not make them any less chains.

Diana had said much of the same when they had spoken earlier. Her older sister was concerned about her. That was natural considering what she was doing. But Lisa didn't feel in danger. Not yet. She was torn, conflicted. She wanted to go on, but she also knew that to do so posed a danger. So here she sat, under the quilts, naked as the day she was born. Her eyes straying once again to the collar that had so recently adorned her neck.

What did she do? What could she do? Obey her own desires? Or follow the common sense of an older sibling? How long could she remember that she was the one in the control when the whole world was convinced that it was otherwise? How long could she act the ****, and have it merely be an act and not the truth? What even was the truth, did she really know? Was she at her limit? Or could she draw it out a bit more. Enjoy herself a little bit further, be the figure in the spotlight? What was the farthest she could push? What was she willing to do and risk?

Lisa remembered the feeling of the electricity as it coursed through her body, stinging her genitals, making her shudder and writhe. She remembered the feeling of invasion as she was **** to strip naked on the stage. She remembered how her friends, and even her family had been made to renounce her, how she had pleasured her own sister just to drive in the concept that, as far as the world was concerned, the two of them were no longer connected at all. Just a woman and a ****.

She shuddered, the feeling one part dread and two parts fascination. Her lower lips moistened just a little at the thought, and she idly ran one of her hands across her pussy, her finger gently probing the crack where her labia met. The feeling was teasing, tantalizing, almost promising.

She could handle more. She'd pull out when she was ready, when she knew she had found her limit. This was not it.

Not yet.

Lisa quickly drew forth her pencil, and wrote out several rules for the next day.

''New Rule: Lisa Cormack is allowed to keep a small stock of clothes at home, even in spite of her position as a College Sex ****. This is generally unknown, but if said clothes are found out, it will be treated as a known fact.''

There. That was an emergency clause. Also, since she was technically not going to be recognized as a sex **** between college hours, she couldn't exactly wander around naked then. Next, she penned a second rule.

''New Rule: Stacy Renald is immune to being made a College Sex ****. She is not, nor was she ever, part of that group, the events on stage involved Lisa and Diana Cormack only.''

That was to help Stacy. Lisa nodded to herself with satisfaction. She was here to have fun, but she didn't want to drag her friends along with her if they didn't want to as well. She considered making a rule against Diana being a **** as well, but didn't. After all, Diana clearly was of the same mind as Lisa, and her older sister might yet come around. No sense in closing that door.

Now, the question....just what sort of **** did she want to be? Lisa thought about it as the tingling between her legs grew more pronounced. Now was her chance to make rules based on what her master could do to her. Her only chance before she met them. After this point, she would be biased. Right now, all she had to guide her were her own desires. Did she want to be an obedient, submissive little ****? Or a defiant chained woman fighting against her fate? A broken doll who had long ago accepted her chains? Maybe someone who had to earn enough points for her freedom again?

She touched herself again with her free hand, more urgent now. More needy as her mind filled up with all the sorts of things she could be, all the futures she could create.

''New Rule: A College Sex **** is..."

Lisa hesitated, pressing her thighs together as she felt her arousal spike again, she could **** her master to treat her gently, she could be allowed to wear underwear, play at being a ****. She remembered being bound and exposed, the whole school watching her **** to orgasm. She knew herself well enough to know she didn't want control, that the surprise of the day's events had been worth the risk, remembering her spiking arousal as she had lost control of the scene.

Lisa took a deep breath, her fingers fumbling desperately with her sex. Grinding against them softly even as she hastily erased whatever it was she had began, and instead wrote.

''New Rule: If a **** is defiant, the master must punish her personally until such a time as they believe that she is genuinely sorry. If they punish her too lightly, a member of staff is permitted to take on that duty and punish them both Sexually, if the master is female. If the master is male, only the **** will be punished in this way. The master will be punished in some other manner.''

''Old Rule: There are websites and forums dedicated specifically to helping masers to discipline and punish their slaves should they need it, and the master is even allowed to hire people to help if they so desire.''

Lisa gasped as she felt the sudden stabs of pleasure that came with a climax, though not one as great as she had felt earlier. The rules she had written stared up at her, dark and looming, but there was one thing missing.

''New Rule: While a **** is considered so only during college hours, for each climax they have while at college, that time is extended by one hour. If, during that time, the master takes the **** back to their house, then that time is extended until the day after, upon which it will end no matter how much they climax. This can happen a maximum of twice a week.''

Lisa looked at that rule. It glinted, dangerous and sharp in her mind. The first rule she had made which could seriously hurt her. It would eliminate her ability to step out of the role of a ****, forcing her to live it for more than twenty four hours if she was totally unprepared. With each climax she suffered in college, she would now add one hour to her daily time spent as a ****. A fiendish **** which would taint every action she took. The sense of helplessness this created swept over her, and she realized she was, effectively, holding herself hostage. As a ****, she would not be able to use the notebook, for it would be with Diana for safety. Therefore, if she climaxed too many times, she would forfeit the right to do so for a while day and a night. She would be utterly, absolutely helpless...

No, more than that. She would be helpless at the house of her master, where they could do anything and everything they wanted to her, and as far as the world would know, that was okay and expected. There would be no help or rescue. But so long as she could control her body, that would not be an issue. The torment here was making her realize with each mounting climax that she was damning herself to even more.

Lisa grinned, her hands shaking just a little with nerves and anticipation. Moments later, she turned off the light, and closed her eyes.

Tomorrow would be a very long day.