No

Naomi had to figure out how she was gonna get through this. She tried to focus on the pain. That was the only thing that had worked before. As she focused on the throbbing in her nipples and clit, she tried not to think about how the pain was making her wetter. This was gonna be hard, no pun intended.

Rachael sat back on the desk and spread her legs wide, exposing the lacy panties she had worn underneath. She started rubbing herself through the panties, making sure Naomi was watching. She started to moan out loud as she rub herself faster . Naomi looked away. She had to look away. It was too much. Rachael decided to up the ante.

“Do you remember that song you used to love back in high school? The one we would always listen to when we went to the beach.”

Naomi nodded.

Rachael started to hum, then sing the lyrics. It was a song of their shared past, a melody tied to sun, salt, and freedom. Each note was a small cut on her spirit, a reminder of a person she used to be, someone Rachael had locked in a cage.

Rachael saw Naomi’s composure breaking. A tear slid down her cheek, tracing a path through the faint shine of dried fluids. of course she looses the bet but it had nothing to do with her wanting to get off and everything to do with her best friend being the cruellest person on earth. She decided not to even fight it, what did it matter if she did? She would just find some other way to punish her. She would lose the bet.

She couldn't help herself. Her hand began to drift down towards her sex.

Rachael noticed this immediately and gave a cruel smile and said nothing and watched.

Naomi knew she was being watched. She knew she was losing. But she couldn't stop. Her fingers brushed against her swollen clit, the metal clamp still attached, sending a jolt through her body. She let out a whimper. Her other hand joined the first, parting her lips, giving Rachael a perfect view.

She was close. So close. The vibrations in her ass, the pain in her nipples, the memory of Rachael's taste, the cruel words, the shared song—it was all a cocktail of agony and bliss. Her hips bucked against her own hand. Her back arched. She was a creature of pure sensation, a spectacle for her owner.

Right before she could climax she felt a hand grab ahold of hers, stopping her in place. It was Rachael. I guess you don't get to wear panties after all. Too bad."