Lisa's Answer

Lisa paused for a few minutes for the chat to decide, and then checked again. She nodded to herself as she stepped back.

"Well, it looks like Diana got you pretty hot and bothered, right? You guys want to know my answer too. Well, I don't know if it's as exciting as Diana's, but let me see...first or favourite fantasy..."

Lisa considered for a moment, her finger playing with her short cut hair. Her blue eyes half opened as she mentally filed through her various fantasies for one that was fitting. Diana breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the weight of the cameras shift to Lisa for a brief time. She could not believe what she had said. She'd intended to give only a brief overview of the fantasy, but as she had spoken, she'd been caught up in it herself, relating it almost exactly. It was enough to make her cringe with humiliation, but also desire, her submissive nature taking glory and joy in the shocking realisation that she had bared her soul to so many people she didn't even know.

"I've got a few..." Lisa said. "But I don't think we have time to go through them all...ah! Here's one. Okay, okay, this one is based on where we are now. As you all now, Lisa and I go to college. She's the smart one who passes all the tests." She stuck a joking tongue out at her sister. "And I am the younger, funnier one who isn't quite as smart. But I always had this fantasy where I one day get called into a classroom by a teacher... it varies who it is... and they tell me that I did really badly on the last big test. Like, really badly, and I am now in danger of getting kicked out of the whole college. Naturally, I am pretty shocked about this. I thought I was doing well but I guess not. The teacher says that if I don't do better soon, I will have no chance at all, but they offer me a way to make up some extra credit and let me get to safety, so to speak. They want me to serve as an anatomy lesson for the next class that comes in, due in a few minutes. I'm not very happy about it, you can imagine! But I have ****, so I agree.

"A few minutes later, the class comes trumping in, it's a big one too, though no one I really know. I'm already blushing, since I know what's going down, but most of them don't know yet. The teacher has me move to the front of the room, and explains that I have volunteered to help them out with advanced female anatomy. Specifically, erogenous zones and the manipulation of them."

Lisa chuckled, a little bit embarrassed.

"Y-yeah. That's when I realise I've let myself in for a little more than I thought. S-so the teacher tells me to strip down, right there in front of everyone. Slowly. At first, I remove my top, and then my bra. The teacher tells me to stop here, and for a moment, I think I'm saved. He walks around, and tells the class to take a close look at my chest, pointing to my nipples and areola. He asks me how sensitive my breasts are, and I tell him, rating it on a chart from one to ten. All the while, the rest of the class watches me in this dumb amazement. It's pretty clear that they expected to come here and watch a projector or use a doll or something, and now they have a real live woman right in front of them with her chest bared.

"After he's finished with my chest, the teacher tells me to remove my skirt and panties. Instantly, the feel of the room changes, I can see people leaning forward, and I feel so helpless. But what can I do but go on? I have nothing else, so I brace myself and do it, feeling the soft air against my skin as I work down my skirt, letting it hit the floor at my feet. I work my fingers under the elastic of my panties, and right there, in front of everyone, slid them down my legs.

"The teacher comes around again. This time, he reaches down and touches me there. His fingers feel cold, impersonal, and I feel him spreading my lower lips. He strokes me a little bit, just to get me wet, and then tells the class more about my anatomy, touching my labia, my mound, and so forth. Again, he tells me to rate the feeling. I am stuttering and blushing, but I do as he asks. I just want to look away, but the sight of the class has transfixed me. All of them are looking right at me. Watching every move I make.

"After that, I start to hope that it may be over, but it's not even nearly. The teacher goes away, and comes back with a box of toys. The first thing that comes out is a set of nipple clamps, which he applies to my chest. They're cold and hard, and make me wince. He tells me to finger myself, and I do, right in front of the whole class, I masturbate until I climax, crying out in shame and pleasure. But it's not done yet. next, the teacher spends several minutes going over my changed pussy, how it looks different post climax. Somehow, it feels so revealing. Even though he is not touching me at all, it feels like he is lying me bare.

"After that, he explains that while many men are not so lucky, women can have multiple orgasms. Something he now intends me to demonstrate. So the nipple clamps come off, and out comes the cold ice, which makes me hiss and shiver as he applies it to my chest, rubbing it against my nipples and neck. I am gasping, begging for it to end, but he doesn't intend to let up. He gives me a dildo, and tells me to fuck myself in front of the class, and again, I do. The teacher times it, noting that it took less time than the first time I climaxed.

"After this, he has the class form a line, and passes each one a clothespin, telling them to pin them to my body. I can do nothing but stand there as person after person files passed. Some of them are gentle, but many are not, and they clip them to my breasts and my side. Each one is a tiny little burst of pain, and I am gasping by the end. Some of them don't go for the breasts though, and the first time they pin one to my pussy lips, I want to scream.

"The class finally ends after that, but as the class files out, the teacher says that he is going to have a video to show them next time. He turns to me and explains that my job will be to make it before the next week's class. He wants a video of me masturbating myself to orgasm at least five times in a row, using different instruments each time, and if I cannot provide it, he'll just have to have me do it live in the class."