Week 8: Bondage and Sensory Deprevation

Amber checked the ball gag was the correct tightness, based on what Sinclair had lectured, and then looked into Grace Tremaine’s eyes. “All good?” she asked.

Grace nodded, the goth girl’s black fringe of bangs waggling just a little, and then Amber slid the blindfold over her head to block her vision.

“Mmm,” Amber hummed, picking up the feather that had been laid out with the other implements that were part of the accoutrements we were learning about. There were also a couple different pairs of handcuffs, a length of rope, a Chinese finger trap (which, according to the lecture, had nothing to do with Chinese culture whatsoever), some ‘sex tape’ that was less sticky than duct tape, and a bullet vibrator.

“I feel like you’re playing dirty,” I chuckled as Amber teased the big feather around Grace’s nipples. She had smallish breasts, and her nipples were pierced.

“No, playing dirty would be you just shoving your cock into her,” Amber said. “Look at this pussy, it’s practically dripping for you.”

I shook my head and smirked, but it was hard to argue with her. Most of Grace was pale, but her pussy was already flushed a healthy pink and looked about ready to start leaking.

“Alright,” I said. “Tease her a bit more. Just remember that we are both going to be caught up with some of these things too.”

“Good point,” Amber said and then trailed the feather down to brush around Grace’s labia. “We wouldn’t want to give her a reason to hold back.”

“How was the experience with the blindfold?” Garringer asked. “Did you try influencing through it?”

“Um, no,” I said. “I was a little busy.”

Grace and Amber had really worked me over once they had my hands cuffed behind my back and the blindfold on. I still wasn’t entirely sure which of them I’d come in as they’d been riding me.

“Pity,” Garringer sighed, shaking his head. Another binder came out and slid over to me. “Keep trying,” he said. “You’ve only got three more weeks.”