Day Five: Computer Play

The next day, Clara woke up slowly, her mind drifting gently on a cloud of good feelings and relaxation. She felt happy, at peace, totally spent, but utterly relaxed. It was as though she'd been to what she imagined a really good spa might be like, every inch of her tingled, her muscles felt like jelly, and she was comfortable and warm.

Life was good, but it wasn't perfect. She had a problem. She was awake, but she wanted to be asleep. Solution? Roll over and go back to sleep.

Solved problem.

She took a deep breathe, taking hold of the blankets which someone had wrapped around her body, and rolled over. As she did, she felt her chest press into her arm, the naked skin of her breast touching the skin of her arm. She frowned. Naked? She usually would wear a top at least. As if spurned by this thought, the rest of her body started to sheepishly report in. Arms and legs? Relaxed. Body? Warm? Panties or trousers? Absent.

She was naked.

For a moment, she struggled to remember why she was naked, in that half way place between sleeping and waking. She was at Alex's house, right...? Yeah, of course. She must have fallen asleep on the couch, and someone had put a blanket over her. Why was she naked, though? She'd worn clothes when she got back...

She puzzled over it for a moment, before a memory burst in her head, like a bubble popping in the bath. She remembered kicking off her trousers and taking off her shirt as she lay down to sleep, the collar had been tight around her neck. Alex was watching her as she did, she could tell that she had surprised him, and it made her grin a little even as she stripped down.

"Why are you taking your clothes off, Clara?"

"I'm tired." She said. "I'm gonna go to sleep here. Just leave me on the sofa tonight. Gonna sleep forever."

"Yeah, but naked?"

"Slave, right?" She pointed to her collar. "Not allowed to wear clothes in the house or something something... maybe it was just underwear. Dunno. Check back tomorrow."

Ah. So that was what had happened. Clara almost felt the urge to facepalm for a moment, realising that her teasing Alex had gotten so natural that apparently, she just did it automatically when she was too tired to think of anything else. Still, at least that explained the nudity. It had to be morning now, didn't it? The birds were singing outside, a sweet melody that turned her stomach and filled her with despair.

Time to get up.

She didn't want to get up. She curled her toes, sinking back into the warmth of the blanket. Sleep came for her once more, like the arms of a lover come to carry her far from this dreadful land. Maybe she would have good dreams? Or sexy dreams? Clara smirked a little goofily. Those had not been in short supply lately. Almost every night she'd dreamed of what Alex could do to her next, ideas and fantasies mixing and fusing, making her wet and full of desire. Each day, she would wake to the feeling of her own arousal, and sometimes, she'd even take the chance to finger herself a little. Sometimes, she toyed with the idea of Alex finding her when she was doing this, and maybe punishing her for it. It made a shiver run up her spine as she imagined that. What would he do to her if he found her masturbating without permission? Well, nothing, since she knew he'd respect her right to do it. But what if it was fantasy Alex? Or Alex when he was being dominant? Would he punish her then? Of course! Maybe he'd take her out to the balcony, where the cold wind would whip against her naked skin, and make her finish right there, desperately hoping that no one looked up to see her. Then again, maybe her punishment would be more long term, making it so that she had to finger herself to the very edge and then stop each and every time he came into a room, so that by the end, her legs were shaking, her pussy was dripping, and she just wanted to finally cum.

Fantasy Alex was fun like that. Still, on balance, she had to say she preferred regular Alex. Due to, you know, being real and all. Still, she probably could get him to punish her like that if she wanted. The only question was how she was going to plant the idea...

It was at this point that Clara had to concede she was probably not going to get back to sleep. The evil had already been perpetrated, and she was now wide awake. With a long suffering sight, she kicked aside the blanket, and sat upright, rubbing her eyes. As she did so, more memories of light night began to emerge in her mind. Clara flushed a little, stumbling to the bathroom and closing the door. Then, she looked herself in the mirror.

The Clara gazing back at her was the same girl she had seen only a week or so ago when she had first come up with the plan to give herself to Alex. The same girl who had lain in bed and touched herself at the thought of being a slave, who had masturbated to the fantasy of being chained up and made to cum. The one who had daydreamed of being blackmailed and turned into a toy for someone else.

The same girl, the same looks. Yeah, her dark hair was a little dishevelled now, but it was the same hair. The same blue eyes. The same petite face and fine nose. Same person. Yet, she felt almost totally different, as though it had been years since she was that girl. She'd done things since then that she would never have thought she would do except in fantasy. Enjoying sensations she had never even anticipated could feel so good. But there was one thing that surfaced in her mind, making her flush with embarrassment.

"Oh god, I kissed Lilly, didn't I? Several times... Ah fuck. And I enjoyed it too."

She cursed again as more memories returned, the day in full playing through her mind in a kind of horrified speed which was available only to those of a truly desperate mindset. When it was done, Clara took a step backwards, sitting down on the toilet, and holding her head in her hands for a moment as her mind worked through the events of the day.

"Okay..." She murmured to herself, "Okay, so you got a little caught up in the moment or...well, let's be honest, Clara, you got a lot caught up in the moment. You could say you got drunk, except you didn't drink anything but pool water."

She took a deep breath with a hiss of in-drawn air as she remembered more of her time at the pool, the feeling of the water against her skin and, rather more particular, the feeling of Lilly's hand against her chest, her fingers intertwined over her breasts, tweaking her nipples as Alex buried himself inside of her.

"Okay..." She repeated, forcing herself to look at the mirror again. "Okay, questions. Let's work through this. Firstly, Lilly..."

Well, fuck. How did you deal with the fact that yesterday, you and your boyfriend had essentially had a threesome with the woman who was practically your older sister, or at the very least, definitely your mentor? She'd always looked up to Lilly as someone to be! So poised! So confident! So sexy! Clara had wanted to be that! But she'd never thought, not even in a million years, that she wanted it _that _way!

Was she a lesbian now? Well, probably not. She was pretty sure it didn't work like that. Just to make sure, she thought of Alex, recalling the feeling as he had bent her against the wall the night they had come back form the movie, the primal feeling, and the surging desire and lust which had raged through her. Her body responded, a gentle tingling between her legs informing her that no, she had not suddenly and inexplicably become a lesbian.

Bi, then? she'd always thought that she was straight. Alex had always been the one she wanted to sleep with. Lilly had always been someone she looked up to as a role model, not a figure she tended to fantasise about!

Well... actually, now she thought about it, quite a lot of her fantasies did somehow inexplicably include Lilly in them. When she was enslaved or blackmailed, Lilly was often a fellow victim. They were often made to get naked together too, weren't they...?

Well, yes, but that wasn't what she had found arousing about it! It was the idea of being compelled and controlled! Yes, those fantasies had turned her on, but it was because of the humiliation aspect! Lilly being there was completely unconnected!

On the other hand, that evil, treacherous little thought went on, in some of her fantasies, she and other women were made to play together, pleasuring one another while other people watched. Hadn't she got off on that a few times? The idea of her and another woman, both hating it, yet being forced to masturbate one another, or to fuck, or to play with sex toys... all the while everyone else watched and enjoyed it. That had always gotten her hot and horny?

Well, she hesitated... that was true, she couldn't deny, it but...

And of all the other women she'd imagined in that place, hadn't it more often than not been Lilly?

Well, yes...

Therefore, her mind went on with machine-like logic and terminator-like empathy, therefore, wasn't it likely that she had always carried a torch for Lilly, and had just misdiagnosed the source of the arousal in her fantasies? Not realising that Lilly's presence was a multiplier, rather than just an addition?

It was....possible, she had to admit, but-

Thus, her treasonous mind concluded, Clara was probably bi, and always had been. She'd just always been so focused on her particular kink, and her crush on Alex that she had never even thought to explore that part of herself. It had come up yesterday because the situation was forced. When actually put in the same room as Lilly, naked and aroused, had Clara not had responded in kind, not because of the situation, but because she was sexually aroused by women as well as men? And Lilly in particular?

Clara tried to logic her way out of this conclusion for several moments, starting a few different tracks which really showed promise before each on in turn ended in a giant wall, or a sheer drop, or possibly some sort of metaphorical cave full of metaphorical bears.

Finally, she had to admit that she had no way out of it.

"Well, fuck." She said again, rising to her feet and looking at her own reflection. "Okay, so I guess I'm bisexual. Not gonna lie, didn't expect it, but whatever, I can deal. Best of both worlds and all that, I'm sure that's exactly how it works, and I'm totally not in shock about a sudden revelation pertaining to my own nature and life."

Well, she clearly had some things to work through. But it was fine, she had time to do it. She could examine her feelings for a few days, figure out where she wanted to go, and all of it before she had to see Lilly again. Yes, that was good, it meant that she could decide how she wanted to move forwards, whether she was interesting in staying in a student role, or maybe chasing after something more if her relationship with Alex allowed for it. At the moment, though, she was just confused. But it was okay, so long as she had time to figure it out and-

A knock on the bathroom door, and then a voice.

"Hey, Clara. Are you having intense personal revelations in there? 'cus I need to use the bathroom."

Clara let out a surprised squeak, whipping around to face the door. Lilly! It was Lilly! But what was she still doing here?

"Yep. Personal revelations. All right, girl. Come on and out, and we can talk it over."

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