Casey

Barefoot and naked, Casey was led into the depths of Samantha's room. The surface of her body was breaking out into goosebumps, each step as a little bit harder than the last. Her womanhood was still wet, and she still could feel the orgasmic echo of Natalie's tongue twisting and teasing and prodding her. She knew her face was red, she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. To distract herself from her mounting embarrassment, Casey looked around the room.

She'd never been in Samantha's room before. Samantha was a private sort of person, the type of girl who didn't invite anyone into her personal area. Mostly, they met and interacted in the main rooms - the living area, the kitchen, the hall and so forth - but now, she'd been in Natalie's room, and Samanatha's room in the space of the same week.

She just had to get into Wren's room, some small part of her noted, and she'd have been in them all. Probably naked in them all too.

The thought made her footsteps falter, her insides twinged with humiliation and shame. How could she have done this to herself? Agreed to become a ****? Strip down for Wren? L-let Natalie eat her out like that, and done the same in return? She was horribly aware of her nudity in that moment, extremely aware of her wetness, the way that her thighs glistened, and how her womanhood was openly exposed. Her mound felt warm, tingling slightly with each movement, brought alive by the aching need that echoed through it.

She was a **** now. The thought filled her head and mind, conjuring images of the sort of things that could be done to her by either of her friends. it sent a spike of heat rushing through her body, her muscles tensing, Casey felt her lower lips tingle. Her knees and legs felt weak, like jelly. Her skin was pale, except for her face, which was flushed and red. She was nervous, nervous as she had ever felt before, and her mind was racing, her heart beating like a drum in her chest.

The door closed behind her. It was now just Samantha and Casey in the room, and it was a bare room too. A single bed, a desk, and some drawers and a wardrobe. The sort of room that was used by someone who just needed a place to sleep, not to live. The sort of person who didn't expect to see it much.

Samantha turned to look at her. Casey gulped, biting her lower lip as she felt the other woman's eyes rove across her body. It felt very different than when she was clothed. Now she was naked, every inch of her burned with the attention, and could almost follow the trail of Sam's eyes as they moved. Hips, legs, breasts, face. Casey's mouth felt dry. Her whole body felt tight, her nerves were shaking under the pressure. She felt so isolated and so totally helpless. Her arms shook, so she cupped her hands behind her back, hoping that Samantha wouldn't see.

"So." Sam said, breaking the silence at last. "It's come to this, has it, Casey? I have to admit, I always wondered... about you, I mean. "

"T-that I like girls?" Casey squeaked, looking at the ground between her naked feet.

"What? No, not that." Samantha waved a hand, "I know plenty of people who like girls. I like girls. What I meant was, I always wondered if you really were someone who likes to be helpless and powerless. Sometimes, you gave me that vibe, but sometimes, you were so vibrant and so in charge, it was hard to see it. I guess you finally broke down, eh? It was Natalie, right? You saw what was happening to her, and you knew you should have been horrified, but instead, some little voice inside of you said ''If her, why not me?'' and you couldn't put the idea away. It grew and grew in your mind, until you made the choice. The choice you can't take back."

She absentmindedly ran a hand through her coppery hair, falling to her shoulders. It was messy, she'd forgone her usual ponytail, and was simply letting lay. Freckles marked her face, her eyes were not as cold as Wren's, but there was something there too... Was it power? or perhaps the love of it? Casey figured that maybe what Samantha liked wasn't girls at all, it was power. It thrilled her and filled her up, made her all hot and bothered down there. It would be the same if she were a guy Casey realised. It wasn't her that Samantha was attracted to, it was having power over her that did it.

Casey took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of her own arousal. Samantha was close now, so close they were almost touching. In fact, they _were _touching, Samantha's hands running down the sides of Casey's chest, her fingers curling around the sensitive nipples, and stroking her areola with a measured pace that made Casey quake. Samantha's hands felt cold, her fingers were long and measured, they moved slowly, but deliberately, as though she had pre-planned every motion that they were going to make. It took all of Casey's self control to stand there as she felt the other woman stroking and fondling her chest, especially as she felt Samantha's left hand start to drift, lower and lower, until the fingers were pressed up right against her mound, the pressure there making her head spin.

Back and forth, Samantha rubbed her slowly, trailing her fingers along the entrance to Casey's slit, teasing the skin, making her nervous with the anticipation of penetration. Casey gulped, knowing that her own juices were soaking Samantha's finger as it rode back and forth. Her legs felt weak, and she was breathing heavily. Fuck, had it only just started? But the aftereffects of Natalie's tongue were still alive in her body, and her pussy was responding, she could feel her clitoris buzzing with heat, it felt tight and tense at the same time, a feeling that was gradually flowing to the rest of her body.

A soft moan escaped her lips as Samantha's fingers dug a little bit deeper, pressing into her entrance, and forcing her lower lips to part. Casey's body wanted to grind against the point of contact, her nerves were taut with anticipation, each touch sending fireworks flowing beneath her skin. Her eyes were pressed closed, and her hands behind her back, but she couldn't stop the moan which emerged from her mouth each time that Sam pressured her down there, pressing up against her flower. Casey felt Sam extend a single finger, pressing it between her lips made Casey's legs tremble, feeling it enter her body made her flush with heat.

Fuck, fuck, why did this feel so very good? It was only a finger!

But then again, it wasn't just the finger, was it? It was the whole situation, the feeling the powerlessness, and the sheer insanity of what she was doing. It was like a fantasy brought to life, a wet dream that she could finally experience for real.

Casey felt a sudden surging disappointment, as Samantha's finger was removed, the other woman stepping away, and examining her hand. Her green eyes playing along the length of her fingers, noting the liquid that now covered them.

"You're really wet down there, huh?" She said, "Well, I suppose that puts an end to any sort of doubt, eh Casey? You really do like this sort of thing."

"I-" Casey didn't get a chance to finish. Sam struck her, a stinging slap to the side of the face, which turned her head. She froze, more from shock than pain, it had to be said.

"From now on, you're going to call me mistress." Sam said. "Since it seems like you really are down for this, Casey. And here I thought you were actually my equal, but you're just a **** like Natalie. How disappointing. It seems like it's just Wren and me then."

Casey drew in a sharp breath, her face stung, and she could feel it reddening where she had been slapped. Even worse than this, Samantha's words cut her to the bone. Sam had always been older, more mature, the sort of woman she'd struggled to impress. Hearing her say such things made Casey's eyes well up with tears, and her heart pound faster. She felt wretched, and pathetic, yet even so, the heat between her legs grew more intense, the feeling of tightness harder to ignore. Casey couldn't believe she was getting turned on by this! Yet, she was, and it was impossible to pretend otherwise, she knew it, and Samantha knew it too, the way her eyes pinned Casey to the wall, the half smirk out of the corner of her mouth, it all drew a picture of just how much she could see in Casey's face and body.

Samantha turned away, her back to Casey as she moved towards the bed at the far side of the room. She passed it, opening the wardrobe without turning around.

"A **** has no reason to stand in the presence of her betters, it might give her ideas." Sam said. "Kneel for me, Casey. You're not allowed to stand up until I give you permission. If you have to move, you're going to have to crawl on your hands and knees."

Arousal coiled around her body, squeezing her tightly, driving the air from her lungs. Casey's logical mind spun, and somewhere inside of herself, she could feel it shouting, demanding to know what she was doing and why she was doing it. She could make it stop, all she had to do was say enough was enough! But no matter how much the voice screamed, the rest of Casey was trapped, hypnotised, the heat flushed through her face, her nipples were hard, her clit buzzed with a desire to be touched, her womanhood was soaking, and she could feel her arousal beating through her chest like a second heart.

Shaking, ashamed, not even knowing why she was doing it, Casey lowered herself to a kneeling position on her knees, spreading her legs as far as they could go, so that her pussy was bared to the world. Her muscles ached from the unusual positioning, she could feel her thighs tense, her naked skin beaded with sweat.

In the corner of the room, Samantha was stripping. Casey felt her eyes drawn to the other woman, her chest hammered, lust filled her thoughts for a moment, obscuring even her shame and humiliation. It was the first time that she had seen Samantha properly naked, and it was not a sight that she would forget. Samantha had long legs, with toned muscles, and pale skin. She was tall, with her copper-red hair falling down to her shoulders. Her face was freckled, the trail falling to her breasts, which were larger than Casey's own, and tipped with brown nipples.

Casey couldn't help but allowing her gaze to sweep lower, lingering on the turn of Samantha's thighs, and the sway of her waist. She was shaved down there, her pussy was naked, allowing Casey to see everything. She was already aroused, her labia half open, exposing her inner self. Samantha extended a finger brushing it against her lower lips, and closing her eyes as she let the feeling radiate through her body.

"Ohhh." She moaned. "That feels so good. I've been so tense all day, Casey. So I guess it's good timing that you decided now was the time to finally give in. Do you like what you see?"

She cupped her breast in one hand, her fingers running gently along its length, while her other pressed against her lower lips. She splayed her legs, and opened her fingers, forcing the flower of her womanhood to part.

"I can see by your gobsmacked expression that you do." Samantha chuckled, running a hand through her hair, and resuming a more normal posture. "You know, there's nothing quite so amazing as when someone looks in such awe at your naked body, Cas. Real boost for the ego, you know."

She chuckled.

"Now, here is what we're going to do. You are going to show me what an obedient and good little **** you really are, and in exchange, I am going to watch you pleasure yourself for my amusement. What, there's nothing for you there? Well, that's just the life of a ****, Cas. You're going to do everything I say, and if you're very lucky, I might just allow you to cum from it. Now, let's get started."

She reached forwards, and placed something on the floor in front of Casey. The younger girl looked down, her eyes widened as she saw that it was a large plastic phallus. It was thick bottomed, and waited so that it would stay on the ground, while the protruding tip was a gradual shrinking rendition of an erect cock, that was surely larger than any actual living dick could be.

Idly, the part of her mind that wasn't frozen with shock, humiliation and anticipation, noted that someone had gone to great lengths to model a human penis, even drawing in the veins that ran down the shaft.

Casey looked up, tearing her eyes away from the tool of self pleasure, and looking towards Samantha.

"Sam-I I mean, mistress... you can't expect me t-to try and take all of this. I-I've never done anything like this before! I've only touched myself before with my fingers! I've not used toys!"

Casey's face burned red with this admission, and it made Samantha tilt her head to the side, as if considering.

"You've never used a dildo before? Not even a small one?"

"N-no..." Casey said. "Until I came to the college, I lived with my parents, and I never really had the courage to order anything like that in case they found it in my room S-so I just used my fingers and my hands."

"Is that so?" Samantha asked. "Well, maybe I could show some mercy, if you answer my questions honestly. Have you really never used toys?"

"Never." Casey said, with a shake of her head.

"Only your fingers?"

"Y-yes! Only my fingers, never anything else..."

"Nothing else that you found around the house?" Sam pressed, a cunning look in her eyes. "Did you never use a carrot, or a a cucumber? I think those are supposed to be traditional, right?"

"W-What? No! I'd never use anything like that! Those are foods! It would be weird!"

"But you did use some other things?" Samantha said, moving in for the kill. "Don't try to lie to me, Casey, don't forget that I am your mistress now. If you lie to me, I'll know, and I'll punish you for it. And if you're really as inexperienced as you seem, believe me, there are ways that I could really make you pay for lying."

"I..." Casey licked her lips nervously. Her mouth and throat felt dry, her heart was hammering. She knew that she could just lie, that Samantha was bluffing. She wouldn't be able to tell if Casey said she'd never done anything like that. She was just a person, just another human, nothing special about her at all. So why was it that Casey froze up, the lies dying in her throat when she looked at Samantha's face? Her inner self screamed and raged, battering against her mind, but somehow, Casey couldn't stop the truth from coming out. Her gaze dropped to the floor, where she saw the dildo waiting for her, and her cheeks flushed red.

"I...I used the shower head sometimes. I would press it up against myself and turn it on, o-or peel my lower lips back, and set it to a low setting, just to feel the water beads as they beat against my sex. I-it made me cum, sometimes more than once..."

"Anything else?"

Casey froze for a moment, but her mouth was working on its own now, and it seemed to leap to answer the question before her brain could object.

"B-bottles. Glass bottles. I...I would sometimes sit in my room late at night, in front of my computer. I'd turn off the lights, and strip naked. I'd watch porn about women who lost bets, or were blackmailed into being used for the amusement of others, and...and I'd imagine it was me. And as I did it, I'd take a glass bottle, l-like for wine, and use its tip to tease myself. I'd run it up and down my slit, and masturbate with the tip, pretending that it was a toy someone else was making me use. I...I always wanted to penetrate myself with it fully, b-but I never had the courage, so I'd tease myself until I came.

"Usually, after that, I would be finished for the night," Casey said, her eyes still on the ground, not daring to look up. The fact of the matter was, reliving this right now was supremely humiliating, making her want to sink into the ground, and never be seen again, but also somehow thrilling, she didn't dare stop speaking in case she never started again.

"But sometimes, i-if I was really horny that day, I would think to myself that if I really was in that situation, people wouldn't let me stop with just one climax. S-so I'd power up my laptop, and take it to the bathroom, along with everything I could think of that might make me cum a-and I would just keep going at it until I was shaking, until I'd cum as many times as I could... I... I would pretend people were watching me, cheering me on, jeering as I fucked myself with all kinds of things... the bottles, my fingers, the shower head. S-sometimes I'd tease myself with ice cubs, or use clothpins on my nipples, a-and I'd keep going until I felt absolutely spent, like I couldn't cum anymore...."

"Casey, I am speechless." Samantha said, and she looked it too. Her eyes were wide with surprise, and she shook her head as she spoke. "Dainty little you, the cute, innocent one, hiding such a kinky side? Tell me, you said that you brought the laptop, I assume it had a web-cam, did you ever video yourself like that? or take pictures?"

"M-maybe once or twice..." Casey admitted, already knowing where this was going. "I-it was part of the fantasy, you see..."

"I want the pictures. The video too, if you have any." Samantha said. "This is something I have to see. Cute little Casey all wound up, fucking herself with all manner of tools. But in the meantime, I think you have earned a reward."

She moved over to the tip of the dildo, uncorking a bottle from the bedside, and tipping it over the plastic member. A thick, see through liquid trailed from the tip, flowing over the length of the phallus. Samantha watched it for a moment, and then knelt down, running her hands over it to make sure that it had properly covered the object.

Once she was satisfied, Samantha stood up, and gestured for Casey to take the next step.