Not yet

When they finally reached their dorm, Racheal led Naomi inside, closing the door behind them. The silence of the room was a welcome relief, a temporary escape from the prying eyes of the outside world.

Racheal undid the leash, and Naomi collapsed onto the floor, her body aching, her mind a fog.

Racheal looked down at her, a mixture of pity and satisfaction in her eyes. She was the master, the one in control. And Naomi was hers.

“Get up,” Racheal said, her voice a low murmur.

Naomi looked up at her, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and resignation.

“You don’t think I forgot about our bet did you?” Racheal speaks with a smile.

“I-I thought that was what the display in class was for.” Naomi stammers.

“Oh no that was just a demonstration for the class.” Racheal said

“Your punishment for not being able to control your slutty body is about to come but first I have to study.”

Racheal went over to her desk and sat down. Naomi thought she would finally have a moments peace but Racheal had other plans. “Get over here and put your head in my lap.”

Naomi did as she was told and laid her head on Racheal’s lap. She was surprised when Racheal started to pet her head and scratch behind her ears like a dog. It was oddly comforting and Naomi found herself leaning into the touch.

“I think I will make these clamps a little more permanent on you” Racheal say looking a little mischievous as she does a little tug on the clamp.

Naomi gasped, a sharp intake of breath, her body arching in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“You like that don’t you” Racheal said.

Naomi couldn't bring herself to answer, the shame a hot, suffocating blanket. But her body, as ever, betrayed her. The wetness between her legs was a silent, damning confession.

Racheal laughed, a low, throaty sound. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She gave the leash another tug, a little harder this time, pulling Naomi’s head closer to her own. “I know you actually like this.” She said, “You might not want to admit it, but you do. You love being my little pet.”

With that Racheal gets up and takes out a small case. Inside are a set of shiny silver rings.

Naomi’s eyes widened in fear. She knew what those were. They were for piercings.

“Don’t worry,” Racheal said, her voice a soothing purr. “It’ll hurt me more than you, not physically of course. But emotionally knowing you made me do this to you.”