An Unexpected Fantasy(?)

You find yourself in a black, featureless room with a single spotlight from the ceiling illuminating a wooden chair in the center.

In that chair is Harmony.

She is naked.

Her hands are bound behind the chair by rope, giving you an unobstructed view of her full, heaving breasts. Clamps are attached to her nipples, small bells on the end of them jingling out in time with her breathing.

Her legs are tied to the legs of the chair, forcing her thighs apart and giving you an equally unobstructed view of her glittering wet womanhood, a small arrow of blonde pubic hair pointing down to her slit. What is very clearly a rather large, purple vibrator is also shoved to the hilt inside of her, the sound of its buzzing even audible from where you are standing across the room.

She looks at you as she trembles with eyes filled with obvious fear and somehow even more obvious lust. Any moans she makes in response to the physical stimulation is blocked by the red ball gag in her mouth, tied around her face by a leather strap. You feel yourself walking forward, almost as if you were observing the situation through a camera instead of actually being there. Your hand reaches down to cup Harmony's chin, tilting her head up to look you in the eyes.

As your head tilts down to look back at her in turn, out of the corner of your eye you notice your body is nude as well, your dick very clearly aroused by the situation as well. "You look like you're enjoying yourself, my little Cockatoo," you hear yourself saying.

Harmony shudders and tries to look away despite the fact she is unable to actually turn away from you, her eyes shifting from side to side.

"No need for shame," you hear your voice proclaim, "You were waiting for someone like me, weren't you? Waiting for the one who could put you in your place, put you in the cage a pretty little Cockatoo belongs in."

Harmony shudders again but stops trying to look away from you, the lusty, nervous expression in her eyes a stark contrast to the normal, haughty expression you have seen on her before. It... is pretty damn hot, doubly so when she nods once in submissive agreement to your previous statement.

"Good girl," you find yourself cooing, "Do you want me to get rid of this thing..."

Your hand reaches down for Harmony's pussy, tracing a forefinger around her lower lips (which you disappointingly cannot really feel yourself doing) before gripping the base of the vibrator.

"... And shove the cock you love so much inside of you instead?"

Harmony's eyes all but light up in eager excitement, nodding furiously and trying to make hopeful grunts through her gag.

You feel yourself smiling as you slowly pull the vibrator out of Harmony's snatch, enjoying the expectant moans of pleasure coming from her as you do so. Once fully removed, you let the vibrator fall to the floor and you feel your body move in front of Harmony, pressing her in back of the chair as you reach down to adjust your cock, the crown brushing up against her dripping pussy.

On one level, it is enjoyable... but the lack of sensation still feels odd. It is like you are watching a particularly well made POV Porn DVD or maybe one of those new Virtual Reality machines instead of actually being there... not that it seems to be stopping your body from rearing its hips back, getting ready to spear Harmony upon your manhood.

Just as you are about to push in, you feel that "cracking" sensation again and suddenly, both you and Harmony are back in the real world, out of each others minds, fully clothed, unbound and utterly disoriented. The two of you stare at each other in confused shock, the rest of the class still focusing on their psychic discussions as Professor Grinder tilts his head in your direction, though it seems more that he has noticed the end of your mind link instead of the details (or at least you hope so).

You are not sure what to say in response to what just happened. Where did that even come from? Was that something that came from your mind? From hers? You start to open your mouth, unsure of what words are going to come out but before you can find out, Harmony raises her hand and all but shouts, "Professor, I... I need to be excused for a bit."

Professor Grinder smiles slightly and you get the feeling he thinks that some other kind of thought has gotten in the way of your ability to communicate. "Take care of it, Ms. Ashcroft," he thinks at the two of you, "If the need is great enough to disrupt even your concentration, best to take care of it quickly."

Harmony stands up quickly, all but running out of the room, presumably towards the bathroom and leaving you sitting there still puzzling over what all this means. In addition, as you watch her go, you are uncertain but you think you saw a small wet spot on the back of her skirt... and not from the liquid the Professor seems to think would be the culprit if he saw it too.

She does not come back for the rest of the class, but fortunately the two of you broke your connection close enough to the point where the review period would start that the Professor declines to take over or pair you up with someone else. You go through the motions for that period, still trying to figure out what to do about what happened with Harmony as the class ends and you stand up, a plan forming in your mind.