Rachael has Naomi’s final punishment ready in the morning

Naomi woke up the next morning in a pool of her own juices, to the sound of her dorms door slamming shut. She reaches back to rub her butt, still stinging from the previous day.

“Rise and shine Naomi, it’s time to get ready for the first day of classes.” Rachael walked into the room with a single brown paper bag. She set it on her bed, and walked over to Naomi. “Come on now sleepy head, I know it’s gonna be tough, but if you can make it through today you can make it through the semester. So cheer up.”

She no longer sounded angry like she had been last night, now back to her calming disposition that she started with. Naomi rose to all fours and slowly crawled towards her.

“Naomi you only aren’t allowed to talk outside the room. In here it’s fine.”

“I know. It’s just... after last night.”

“Oh I know last night was rough sweetie, but you know you deserved it. You were very naughty and I had to discipline you. The more I punish you the more likely your parents are to believe you don’t want this. If anything it looks like you got off light. You were fingering yourself in your sleep all night.” She gestured towards the puddle Naomi woke up in. “Which actually brings us to the first item on today’s list. Your punishment for talking back to me yesterday.”

“Was last night not part of that?!” Naomi asked, terrified of what Rachael was planning.

“Don’t raise your voice at me unless you want a repeat. And no, last night was for being unable to follow directions. Now go ahead and turn around so I can plug you up. It’ll be easier if we do that first.”

Naomi knew that it was pointless to argue, so she did as instructed, going ahead and spreading herself wide enough for ease of access.

“Hmm, I’m thinking topaz today.” She said, picking out a fresh butt plug. She went ahead and put it on the lowest possible setting, and slowly pressed it into Naomi. Her ass was still sore from last night, so it hurt worse than usual, though not as much as it had hurt when Rachael ripped it out of her last night.

“There we go, nice and tight.” Rachael said, lightly petting Naomi’s shapely rear. “Alright, now that that’s done, I need you to lay on your back and spread your legs wide.” Naomi hesitated for a moment. Rachael suddenly went back to being stern. “Look, I’m being patient since I know today is probably gonna be the worst day of your life. But if you don’t straighten up pretty quick it will be a lot worse.”

“But... it hurts to-”

“Don’t care. You should have thought about that before you decided act up yesterday. Besides, the only other way I can put this on you would be if you stood, but standings for people.”

Naomi decided it would probably hurt less to just do as she says than to protest more. As she slowly rolled over, she tried to lower herself as gently as possible, but it still hurt like crazy. Finally managing to get used to the feeling, she later down all the way, and opened her legs as instructed. Rachael grabbed the bag she brought with her and laid it next to Naomi, before straddling her waist.

“I’ll need to prepare you for this. It’ll just take a second.” She then reached out to grab Naomi’s nipples, and gave them a strong twist, making Naomi groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Just gotta make sure these a nice and pointy.” After a few more twists, she seemed content with her work. Looking down Naomi saw that Rachael was now removing whatever was in the bag. It appeared to be clamps, attached by varying chain lengths to a metal ring. Rachael took them, one in each hand, and put them on Naomi’s now erect nipples. “There we go. Not so bad right?” While the pressure was certainly painful, Naomi did think that it wasn’t as bad as she expected.

“Actually yeah, I expected worse.” Naomi said, thinking that maybe Rachael really did feel bad about last night and decided to take it easy.

“Good. Cause if that had been bad I couldn’t imagine how much the third one would hurt.” She said, raising the last clamp into view.

“Th-th-third? Where does that one go?” Naomi asked, dreading the answer.

“Oh, I think you can figure that one out.” She said, lowering the clamp towards Naomi’s crotch. “Now before I do this, I want you to know that this hurts me more than it does you.” She parted Naomi’s lower lips in search of her clitoris. Upon finding it she gave it a few good tweaks, making sure it was sensitive. “I mean, obviously not literally, you’re the one whose wearing the clamps, but know I do feel bad that you made me do this.”

She lowered the clamp closer and closer. The chains weren’t quite long enough to let it reach easily, so it began to pull at her boobs, making them stretch and point down. Rachael finally attached the last clamp, and Naomi learned she was right. This was much worse. But where the pain really set in, was from the short chains, making her tits and clit essentially play tug-of-war with each other. Every breath had them pull against each other as her breasts rose. She had to scrunch into a sit-up position to relieve the pain.

“And one last thing.” Rachael stood to grab something. Naomi wasn’t sure how it could far worse than this, until she saw Rachael attach her leash to the central ring of the clamps. She gave it a few tugs to make sure it was firmly attached, which made Naomi feel like her clit was about to be ripped off. Worse still for Naomi was when she realized just how soaking wet her pussy was getting from this.

“Well it makes me feel better knowing you find this pleasurable. I might just have to find a new punishment though if you enjoy this so much.”

“Nonono. I’m a good girl. I’m not aroused by pain.” Naomi said, more trying to convince herself.

“Well your pussy tells a different story. And if you were a good girl you wouldn’t be I this mess in the first place. Now come on. We’ve waisted enough time. We gotta get moving if we wanna get to class in time.” She turned and walked, not slowing down to let Naomi adjust, making the clamps once again pull on Naomi. She quickly rushed to Rachael’s side.

They stopped at the door, and Rachael looked at her crawling friend. The word friend was starting to feel out of place. Sure she cared for Naomi, but she wasn’t really her friend right now, not while she had to obey her every command. They were owner and pet. Master and plaything. Human and object.

“Any last words before you can’t speak for the day?”

Naomi just looked up at Rachael.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know honey, I know.”