Anya Needs To Test Them Both

Lisa waited, feeling her back pressed into the old chair. Her legs were spread, **** wide by the arm rests which she was **** to rest her thighs against. She could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her skin felt somehow both cold and hot, and she was totally aware of her own nudity. Her clit was pulsing softly with desire, and she could almost feel Kyle's eyes on it. her mouth felt dry, and she was simultaneously silently urging him to look away and give her some privacy and yet to look closer and see everything.

"Lisa, are you wet right now?" Kyle asked, his question bringing a flush to her face.

"Well, it's kind of arousing to be in this situation..." She said slowly, "E-even if I don't like it, it's biological. I can... I can feel you looking at me down there..."

"S-sorry." He said, "I didn't mean to, I mean, I don't-"

"You'll see more soon enough." Anya said, coming back from the storage area carrying several items. The first of them was a plastic cylinder, open on one side, with the other connected to a small pump. Anya took the device and stood over Lisa, her hand moving to the younger woman's exposed pussy. Lisa shivered when she felt Anya's fingers brushing against her folds, it was hard to think properly when even this mere contact made fireworks go off in her head. Before she knew what was happening, Anya had pressed the open end of the plastic cylinder over her clit. She pressed a button on the pump, and suddenly Lisa's mouth went dry as it started to suck on her! The air was **** out of the tube, making the plastic grip her tightly, and giving her the feeling of being gently but relentlessly pulled.

She couldn't help but moan as Anya stepped back. The feeling made her shift and wiggle. She tried to keep listening to the conversation even as the pressure mounted, and her clit began to feel the pull more and more strongly. It felt as though someone had gotten their mouth around her bud and was sucking on it, the feeling - especially when combined with being so close to Kyle and feeling so utterly helpless - made her arousal soar, and threatened to make her deaf to the world as her own nerves started to take up more and more of her attention.

"This is a clit pump, Kyle." Anya said, "It's a sex toy. You may have heard of it or even seen it in action online. The way it works is simple. The machine pumps the air out of the tube, creating a vacuum which pulls on her clitoris, stimulating it. Do you see how she is reacting? Notice how her eyes are wide open now, and how she's trembling."

"F-fuck..." Lisa moaned, feeling her hands opening and closing. Her pussy was getting more and more wet, and she could feel the constant sucking grinding against her mind. Her clitoris churned with desire and pleasure, tingles spreading through her mound. She tried not to gasp or moan, but was keenly aware that she was failing both objectives. Kyle was watching her. Kyle was watching her get off with a clit pump! She felt utterly humiliated, ashamed and degraded. She tried to look away, but nothing could shield her from the feeling, the growing focus between her legs. The sense of the building pleasure which was starting to take hold.

"Now, a clit pump has one other purpose too," Anya went on like she was holding a lecture. "As the vacuum pulls at her clit, it also pulls blood towards her clit. This causes it to engorge and swell, increasing sensitivity to levels which would not normally be possible for her. This method can be used to reward or punish. If it's kept on for too long, it can cause permanent damage, however, so always be careful with this tool."

Lisa squeaked, the growing pleasure making her pussy tighten, her clit was on fire with desire, her nerves were screaming. She felt hot and shivery, and couldn't dislodge the knowledge that Kyle was watching all of this happen. She gasped and moaned like an animal, feeling her body starting to wriggle and writhe. pleasure flooded her system, her nipples were already hard, and her soaking pussy was obvious to the world.

"Do you see how wet she is?" Anya went on to Lisa's shame, "Do you see how she's moving? That's involuntary. Her body is reacting to the pleasure she is feeling. If you were to do this in public, even though she would be mortified, her actions would be the exact same."

Kyle looked torn between arousal and anger. His fists were balled, but his pants looked tight for him as well.

After another minute or two, the clit pump was turned off, and Anya removed it from her body. Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, but only for a moment before Anya reached for her next tool. It was a length of string, thin but strong. She reached down, not even bothering to ask Lisa for permission or to prepare for the surprise. Again, Lisa felt hands around her pussy, Anya's fingers prodded her clit, making her whole body flinch.

"F-fuck!"

"Do you see the reaction?" Anya grinned, "She's much more sensitive down there now. Now usually, this altered stat would last for only a few minutes. However, we're going to go a bit further. Watch as I tie this string around her clit."

She did too. Lisa felt the snake-like body of the string as Anya looped it around her clitoris, making sure to catch her whole bud in a tiny little noose. In spite of how soft it had seemed at first, when it rubbed against her clit, it felt rough indeed, and feeling rope surrounding her most delicate place was utterly humiliating and degrading. She felt like a prisoner or a **** being marched off to be sold, especially when Anya drew the noose tight. The knot grew smaller, its coils tightening around her clitoris, binding it tightly enough to make Lisa bit her lower lip. The feeling took her breath away and made her toes curl.

"If we tie a knot around the base of the clitoris," Anya said, "Then we can prevent most of the blood from filtering back to the body in large amounts. This keeps her sensitive and engorged, though again, can cause damage if kept up for too long. In this case however, I am an expert, and the knot is tight enough yo remind her of her place without harming her too much. Lisa, please stand up and put your hands behind your back."

"Yes, miss." Lisa's legs trembled as she tried to put her weight on them. She could feel the flush of her skin, the sweat beading her forehead. The knot around her clit was tight enough to bit into her with each motion, rubbing against her and stimulating her even as she tried to stand up. For such a small thing, it made her feel totally different, the constant contact made her hyper aware of her own body, each movement sending waves of pleasure, discomfort or shock radiating through her lower body.

Anya took the chance to secure a pair of handcuffs around Lisa's wrists, locking her arms behind her back. Lisa squeaked in alarm, and tried to pull her hands away, but she was too slow, and they were now trapped behind her. The metal felt cold against her bare skin.

"Here, Kyle." Anya handed the other end of the string to Lisa's master. Instantly, the line was drawn taut, Lisa trembled as she felt the tugging on her clitoris, making her legs go numb.

"This is my test for the two of you." Anya said, "If you can make it through today, you will be given official status as Lisa's master. If you cannot, she will be assigned elsewhere. This will count as Lisa's daily humiliation. The rules are simple. For the rest of the day, I want you to use this rope to lead Lisa around to wherever the two of you need to go in college. You are still expected to attend your classes, but Lisa will be accompanying you even when she normally would have other classes herself. You are not permitted to free Lisa's hands, nor to undo or knowingly loosen the rope around her clit. If you do either, it's automatic failure."

"I understand..." Kyle didn't look even remotely happy about said understanding, but at least he seemed determined to make sure that Lisa didn't fall to some random master.

"Since I don't want to cause any unnecessary stress, Lisa is permitted to have both cuffs and rope removed after she has climaxed a total of five times." Anya went on, "but she cannot use her hands to do so, obviously. Additionally, a climax does not count if you do not witness it personally, Kyle."

Kyle nodded tightly, clearly trying not to lose his temper. He gripped the rope with one hand, his knuckles white.

"Right, that's all then. I shall check in on you before you leave to make sure you have met all the conditions of this test,. I believe you have classes to go to? Oh, and Kyle?"

"Yes?"

"Good luck. For what it's worth, I do believe that Lisa is better served under you than someone else. Remember that, and remember what will happen to her if you allow your previous emotional connection to cost you your position as master."