She Wants to Make Her Squirm

"All right," Wren said, "You wait here for a moment, Natalie. I just need to pick up some things. I looked ahead in the schedule, you see, and figured out that today was our first day together properly, so I went out and got some supplies. I didn't want to show the others just yet, but now it's just you and me, and we can bring them out."

"Do I have a choice?" Natalie asked her.

"Not really!" Wren cackled as the door closed behind her.

Natalie stood for a moment in the living room, breathing slowly, and trying to calm the beating of her heart. It felt cold against her naked skin, and her nipples were already stiff, though that probably wasn't totally to do with the cold. She could feel her skin tingling, her womanhood felt warm, and the feeling was spreading through her body. She curled her toes, standing where she was, flexing her fingers as she looked down at her hands.

She didn't know what to expect. She didn't know what Wren might have planned. The idea was unnerving, but also exciting. She resisted the urge to use her powers to find out. Instead, she simply made herself wait. A minute passed, and then another. Natalie felt her self control starting to fray. She shifted from one foot to the other, nervousness starting to edge into her mind. Wren wasn't the sort of girl who was likely to go easy on her. Her throat started to feel dry as she mused on what the other woman would do. It was very likely to be humiliating, Natalie didn't know whether she should be glad the others would miss it, or worried that they wouldn't be here to act as a limiter.

After a few minutes, Wren emerged again, a bag was hanging from her outstretched hand, her fingers wrapped around a wooden handle.

"Sorry it took so long. Natalie." She said. "I had forgotten where I'd left it!"

_No you didn't, _Natalie thought, seeing the look in her eyes, you were giving me time to stew, to worry about what you are going to do. I know that's what you were doing, but I hate the fact that it still worked.

She didn't say that outloud though. Instead, she just looked towards Wren, and tried not to shiver as the dark haired woman stepped closer to her.

"Let's start with something traditional." Wren said, reaching for the bag and withdrawing a pair of handcuffs. "Hands behind your back, Natalie."

Natalie did as she was told, crossing her hands behind her back as Wren moved behind her. Natalie shifted warily once she lost sight of the bully, and then tried not to jump when she felt the cold metal of the cuffs close around her wrists. Wren locked them with a click, which sounded so very loud to Natalie. She tried to pull her hands apart, but the metal was strong, and she couldn't. Her hands were caught behind her back.

"Have you ever worn these before, Natalie?" Wren purred, "Have you ever felt quite so helpless as when your hands are caught behind your back, and you're with someone who could do anything to you?"

She stalked around again, so that she was in front of her prisoner. Natalie could feel the unease that was creeping through her body, the tension in her muscles. The cuffs pulled at her arms, and they were a little too tight, so she constantly felt them biting into her skin.

"Well?"

Natalie licked her lips, trying to focus her mind even as she felt her libido flaring. Her body felt tight between her legs, and her skin was hot.

"I..I'm sorry?"

"I asked you if you had ever worn handcuffs before." Wren rolled her eyes, "What, are you too distracted or something? Someone who has cum before in front of all of their friends should be a little less easy to shock, you know."

Natalie flushed, but nodded slowly.

"I've worn them before..." She admitted reluctantly.

"Really?" Wren grinned. "Was it because you enjoyed it? Or did little miss goody goody get arrested at one point?"

Natalie took a deep breath. Her body felt tingly all over, her skin was sensitive, the cold metal biting into her arms made her hyper-aware of her restraints. The questions were probing, and filled her with shame, especially as she heard herself answering. She knew she didn't have to, she knew that she could lie, but she didn't. For some reason, she heard herself mumbling the truth.

"I did it because it felt good, Wren..."

Wren gave a laugh, stepping closer to Natalie, and tracing a gentle pattern with her fingers over the other woman's chest. His fingernail pressing into Natalie's skin made the other girl shiver, especially as Wren slowly brought it lower and lower, until she was tracing a lazy circle around the tip of Natalie's breast. Natalie shuddered, the growing arousal made it hard for her to focus, but she tried her best.

"Was it just you? Or did you have a boyfriend there as well?"

"I...I didn't have a boyfriend." That much was true, though it probably didn't mean what Wren thought it did. Natalie had decided to get herself arrested and strip searched, before having herself put into a holding cell with a dozen other people, while still naked and handcuffed.

"Just you then? Well, Natalie, I have to say I am impressed. I didn't know you had a kinky side like that."

She turned away for a moment, breaking contact. Natalie felt a fleeting sense of disappointment as the hand was removed from her chest.

"Well," Wren said, "You may have tried handcuffs, but I doubt you've tried this. I always wanted to do it to someone, but I never got the chance. Did it to myself once or twice, just to feel it, and I have to say, I think you'll find it pretty hard to ignore."

Natalie's heart was in her chest, and she tried not to crane her neck to see what Wren was pulling from the bag. At first, it didn't look like much. wren turned, and Natalie saw that she had two lengths of wood in her hands, each one was about the width of of two fingers. Natalie frowned, wondering what Wren might have planned for those, but she was partially answered a moment later. Wren broke one of them in two lengthwise, making it into two long, thinner sticks.

"Chop sticks." Wren said, looking to Natalie as if she expected her to make a comment. "I hope you're not about to say something racist, because if you are, I'm going to have to punish you even harder. Which is saying something."

"P-punish me?" Natalie squeaked. "What did I do to you to deserve it, Wren?"

"I dunno, exist? Really, I just want to watch you squirm. It makes me feel good to see someone else in trouble, all warm inside, you know? I like it when I have power over people. It feels good, I always liked it, even when I was just a little girl. They called me a bully, but I was more than that. A bully is just someone who takes advantage of someone else for something, but to me, the bullying _was _the point."

She gestured to the chopsticks, and for a moment, her face seemed to grow a bit red, as though she was admitting something that was personal to her.

"I even tried things on myself, just so I would know what my victims would feel like. So I could know the best way to torment them. This here, for instance. My nipples are pretty sensitive, the first time I did this in front of a mirror, it was way too tight, and I ended up nearly crying from the feeling. You might say it made an impression. I never got to try it on anyone else, but I always wanted to. Now, I guess you get to be the first one, Natalie. I hope you're proud."

By now, Wren was standing in front of Natalie again. Natalie could feel her heart beating fast. Her skin was cold, and goosebumps were breaking out in anticipation of what was about to happen. She felt both worried and thrilled at the same time, that deep part of her which enjoyed this sort of thing was scenting the air, noting the tension.

Wren looked at Natalie in the eyes, and then lowered herself, moving forwards, until she was facing Natalie's chest. Natalie shuddered, hearing the beat of her own pulse in her ears. She nearly trembled, the anticipation building. Her handcuffs rattled as she tried to pull her arms apart. Wren moved closer and closer, until her face was pressed almost into Natalie's chest, and then she opened her mouth. Natalie felt Wren's tongue, touching the tip of her left nipple, it was almost tender, but the feeling combined with her aroused state made her moan. Wren pressed forwards, running her tongue along Natalie's areola, and her teeth gently started to tease her nipple. The feeling of the pinching made the blood rush to her chest, the careful but relentless feeling made her head light. Natalie shook her head back and forth, as if to deny the feeling, but Wren didn't care. As she continued to pleasure her hostage, Natalie's legs started to shake.

It felt good. it felt really good. Wren was clearly aware that Natalie's nipples were sensitive as well, and she did her best to draw it out, creating a pattern with her teeth and her tongue in order to manufacture a growing sense of anticipation. She sucked on the nipple, and pinched it with her teeth, used her tongue to stroke and fondle Natalie's areola, and then, when Natalie felt light headed, and was breathing fast, withdrew.

Natalie's nipple was now fully engorged, standing erect and proud, as well as coated in saliva. Not to be deterred, Wren reached out and tweaked it between her two fingers, sending a shiver running down Natalie's spin.

"That should do it." Wren said, stepping back for a moment, she ran her hands through her dark hair, her skin was a sort of tawny colour, and her eyes seemed excited. She licked her lips, as though in anticipation, and Natalie could almost sense her building excitement.

Next, Wren took the chopsticks, and stepped forward, close enough that Natalie could feel the heat of her body. She shuffled, and tried to use her arms, but that didn't work, of course, ending in another rattle of the handcuffs. She felt acutely exposed now, it was strange, since Wren had seen her in far worse situations. But the very idea that she couldn't even cover herself with her own hands awoke something primal in her.

Wren took the chopsticks, and placed them on either side of her nipple, pushing them gently but firmly against her flesh, so that the red nub stood out between them. The wood felt hard against her skin, but not as hard as it was about to feel. Wren reached into her pocket then, and came out with a series of rubber bands. Natalie felt a jolt of shock, realising at last what her roommate had planned for her.

"W-Wren..." She said, "You can't be serious?"

"Of course I am, Natalie." Wren said, taking the first band and looping it about one end of the chopsticks, binding them back together. The second band was added to the other end, and now, Natalie could feel them more acutely, they were hanging onto her, her nipple was **** between the two sides of wood, emerging from the middle of them. "Like I said, I tried it on myself when I was younger, so I know how it feels. Believe me, this is me going easy with it. Watch, I can make it tighter."

She did this by using another band, rotating it around the edge of the chopsticks to draw them closer together, squeezing Natalie's tit in the process. Natalie felt her fingers clench as the pain surged through her body. She inhaled sharply, a low moan beginning in the back of her throat.

"That's a sound I like to hear." Wren said, grinning like a devil, "But I don't think we're quite tight enough yet, do you, Natalie?"

"I-I think it's tight enough, Wren!" Natalie whimpered. The wooden sticks felt hard against her nipple, the rubber hands pulling with a surprising amount of **** to bind them together, pinching her nipple between them. The feeling was difficult to describe, not only did she feel the pain of the pinching wood, but also its weight, and how it clung to her body. The wooden length of the chopsticks was obvious, and drew the eye immediately. If anyone walked in right now, she'd have no chance to hide herself at all.

Natalie's face was pale, her nipple was pulsing with a slow beat, pins and needles were sweeping over it, which made her grit her teeth and try to bear it.

"Are you sure it's tight enough?" Wren said. "I think we could make it a little tighter."

"Ah! P-please, Wren." Natalie cried, "It feels tight. It feels ah! r-really tight!"

"Hmmm." Suddenly, Wren reached out, and _pinched _her nipple! Natalie hissed suddenly, and her legs went weak, bending at the knees as she leaned forwards, Wren's cruel fingers twisted her nipple to and fro, until there were tears in the corner of her eyes.

"F-fuck!" She cried out, the shock and pain making her curse as she collapsed to her knees. Wren looked down at her for a moment. Natalie sat with her legs sprawled, her chest heaving, her breast aching.

"Well, maybe it IS tight enough." Wren conceded, as though she was losing an argument. "Let's get the other one on, will we?"