Emily invites her boy toy over. But first, she helps you shower.

Though you would love for Emily to take control of you right now, you're curious about her offer to share someone with her. All the same, Emily finds you're taking too long to decide. "Time's up!" Emily alerts you. Leaving you restrained, she takes her phone and sends out a couple quick messages. Within a minute, you hear her phone beep. She looks at it and smiles, then looks back to you. "Looks like we'll be having some company over tonight. Don't worry, he doesn't bite... unless I tell him to." Emily winks at you. "Though, I think we should get you cleaned up first."

Emily picks up the handcuff key from the floor. She gingerly steps closer to you so she can unlock your restraint. The lock springs open on the cuff around your bedpost and your sore arm falls down to your side. She leaves the cuff still attached to your wrist, however. Grabbing your hands, Emily pulls you up off the bed and leads you into the bathroom. She positions you in front of her, facing towards the mirror. She starts to slide her hands up under your shirt, sending shivers down your spine at her touch. As she does so, she leans in and whispers in your ear. "Just because you'll be a domme tonight doesn't mean you can't still be my toy for now." You see your self blush in the mirror, slowly getting even more turned on by the second.

In one dexterous move, Emily has your shirt off of you and on the floor, and she quickly does the same to your bra. Her hands return to your soft skin as she feels you up, first starting on your stomach, then creeping up to your chest until she's holding your small tits in her hands. Meanwhile, you're watching her do this to you in the mirror, and Emily's watching you watch her. After playing with your chest for a moment, she slides her hands back down until they're just poking into your pants. One hand moves to work on the button, the other reaches your bush. "S-sorry." You mutter, embarrassed at your hair.

Emily giggles. "I kind of like a little hair." She undoes your button, and her hand reaches further into your pants and tickles your clit, eliciting a soft moan from you. "But I can understand why you'd want it gone. It would help with what we're gonna do." You hear Emily open the zipper on your pants, and her hand slides a little lower. You feel a finger poke inside of you, wiggle around for a moment, then retreat. It feels incredible. You don't know what to do with your hands, so you bring them back and grab onto Emily's legs for support. "Already too much?" She giggles again, and brings her hand up. She teasingly sucks it into her mouth, tasting you. "Mmm. He's gonna love this." She reaches back down and yanks your pants and panties down with little effort, a sharp contradiction to your earlier struggles.

With you now fully exposed, Emily takes her turn quickly and drops both towels to the floor. She holds you from behind and enjoys feeling your body with hers. Feeling her breasts on your back distracts you so that you don't notice that Emily cuffed your hands behind your back until you hear the lock click shut. You gasp at this. "What? I said you'd be my toy. Don't act like you don't love it, Lauren."

With you both naked, Emily carefully leads you into the shower. You can't wash yourself, so Emily does it for you. It feels like an extended groping session to you, and your quickly feeling a deep ache for more. She spends far longer than necessary on your breasts and ass, she even slides a finger into your butt for good measure, making you squeak in both pleasure and pain. You spend most of your time kneeling until she gets to your legs, then Emily has you sit down and extend your legs out. Once fully clean, Emily grabs her razor and carefully removes the hair on your legs and under your arms before turning her attention to your groin. You've never seen someone work so delicately before. You can't feel or really see how smooth you are now, so Emily runs her hands along your lips so you can feel your newfound smoothness. She's left you a small tuft of hair on your pubic mound, however, which accentuates how hairless you are everywhere else.

Emily kills the shower, and leads you back out. She softly dries you off with her towel, then does the same to herself, before leading you back into the dorm room, still naked. "You've been pretty good so far, so I'll let you dress yourself... If I pick out your outfit for tonight." Emily tells you. You can't really argue with your hands still tied behind your back, so you just let her rummage through the clothes you bought earlier. It doesn't take her long to find the bag your lingerie is in, and she quickly picks one of the sets. She holds it up, inspects it, then brings it over to you. She puts it in your left hand, then picks up the handcuff key and puts that in your right hand. "Better you learn to do this now, than when someone less friendly that me tries to take advantage of you." Without being able to see what you're doing you struggle to find the keyhole for the hand cuffs. Eventually, though, you manage to free your left hand, and subsequently, your right hand.

Meanwhile, Emily has been dressing herself in, well, you can't really describe it until she has it fully on. You start putting your own outfit on. It's not complicated. A black lacy bra and lacy panties along with a garter belt that you hook onto your stockings. It's sexy, sure, but leaves you embarrassingly exposed. Emily's outfit is far more complicated. There are pearlescent white straps crisscrossing along her body which serve to connect the thin pieces of white fabric that cover her breasts, though they aren't nearly enough to hide the outline of her nipples pressing against them. Moving down, the straps connect to a few inches of frills that form a sort of skirt, though it leaves her front revealed and shows off her lace panties. You spot still more straps that creep down her legs and connect to her sheer white stockings. With her loose, blond hair flowing down behind her shoulders, she looks nothing short of an angel gone bad.

"We look like complete opposites." Emily notes. It's true, you wearing black, with brown hair, and Emily wearing white, with blond hair. You certainly look like a pair of power dommes. Or you would if your apprehension wasn't showing through. Emily tries to give you some confidence, however. "Don't worry, he knows you're new to this whole domination thing. You'll fall right into it, sweetie. I promise." She hugs you, getting you right up and personal with her breasts again.

As if on cue, there's a knock on the door. "Ready, Lauren?" Emily asks. You're not, but you nod anyway. "Well then, go let your **** in!"