High School Bondage Club

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Jun inwardly frowned slightly, the dare still seeming like a tad of a cheat to have seriously been able to make all the rest of the women do this at once. But .. she had also mentally promised herself it would be Carl's call in the end .. and he'd okayed this. Her eyes went up in time as Carl began stripping, unable to flush slightly. All the men thus far she'd seen were attractive in certain ways -- not only physically either. It was but a bonus though in the end, she didn't care too much on it. Personality always outshined a person's physical beauty; at least in her eyes. And given she was an awakening sub, someone to help her better explore and embrace that side of her would be her best choice during this club. Thus far, Carl and Kyle seemed the best roles for that much. Even though the latter admitted he was a switch, he seemed more dom to her, though Jun wouldn't judge.

She shot Kyle a slightly apologetic look, her hand ceasing moving as she got off of his lap. "Sorry .. " She murmured. "But if I'm understanding it correctly, I'll be back to finish what we began." A slightly nervous smile then wink would be seen as she finally walked over to Carl's side, her knees gently resting against the left side of his rib cage. It wasn't so much the task making her cheeks go red but more like the aspect of doing this in public view of everyone. In fact, coming in here, she didn't have a definite idea on her biggest kink or fantasy, though the foreplay had steadily made her begun to realize it. Exhibitionism was a possibility, but definitely not her main one.

It seemed slightly vague, but most of anything taboo was a hell of a turn on. Like for example, the very fact she was so close to the leader of this club, ready to actually caress and touch his shaft -- maybe a few other places to stimulate him and get him to cum. But the main focus, of course, would be his cock. Was that even it? She forced her mind to quickly think and better figure it all out, knowing soon she'd have to have some sort of answer. Both herself and Christi had likely seen as if they were some of the more out-of-place people to have joined here, neither having much of a wild side. For herself, at least, that had been true; she wouldn't speak on the other Asian's behalf. But now, she was definitely beginning to see this hadn't been a mistake, something Jun was very glad for.

Swallowing softly, her eyes looked down into Carl's, forcing them to remain there for now and not yet stare at his throbbing member. "Do .. you want me to do the dare first or introductions?" She asked softly but audibly all the same.

Carl laid down on the floor and, with a grin, placed his hands under his head. At first glance, he might appear to be lying down for a relaxing nap except for the fact he was fully naked with his rock hard cock sticking straight up in the air, twitching slightly. He looked around the room, eying the three women who would take part in the dare, and felt his breath quicken in anticipation.

Nadia had pulled her boyshorts back up, which made Carl's eyes narrow. He wasn't sure whether that counted as putting clothes back on as he hadn't fully taken them off. Still challenging him again no doubt... he was tempted to start with her, but it might be better if they had a break. He shuddered thinking what she might do with him helpless before her and a competition in the works. Was that a hint of a tattoo peeking out around her thigh, covered by her arm? Interesting.

Kylie was fully dressed still and had an evil glint in her eyes. The thought of her fully clothed teasing him as he lay nude before her definitely made him strangely excited. But, she also still made him a little nervous. After all she had just fucking tazed Nick and was definitely the wild card in terms of what she might do to him and how far she would go to win this little contest. Those handcuffs clicked menacingly in her hands. He hadn't technically said they couldn't use restraints, but he hoped she remembered he had clearly told them that they could only use their hands on the boys' bodies. Something told him Kylie's turn with him would be nerve-wracking. Who carries around handcuffs AND a tazer?! Perhaps not the best first round partner.

Carl glanced at Jun last. The lithe Asian girl was spread open on his teammate's lap and flushed from the fingering she was receiving, her thighs glistening with her arousal. She had seemed so submissive and eager to please that of all the three potential partners, Carl felt the safest in her hands. Starting with her would give him a chance to see what kinds of devious and pleasurable tortures the other two might inflict in a bid to get their partner to cum.

And with a swallow, Carl remembered he probably was going to wind up having all three girls try to get him to explode in front of everyone... with some sort of punishment on the line if he couldn't last long enough to not be the first to go! What lunacy had prompted him to come up with this kinky idea that might come back to bite him in the ass? Just the anticipation was making him hot though, so with a little shake of his head he nodded at Jun.

"Jun, you start with me for the first round," he said and then turned to the others. "Nadia, you begin with Nick and Kylie you have Kyle. Boys, get on the floor and Christi tell them when to start."

As Carl glanced at Christi he was surprised to seem Jamie eying the petite Asian again. No doubt bored at being left out of this group game, she seemed to be regarding the smaller girl like a cat sizing up a mouse before it pounced. Carl's pulse quickened at the thought of her continuing to tease Christi while the boys were fighting to hold back their inevitable orgasms. This was going to be a very difficult challenge.

Jun had sprung up and was suddenly kneeling next to him. Carl was very aware of the half-naked Asian girl with her eyes on his swollen and aroused member, a drop of pre-cum already forming at his tip. She wasn't touching him yet, but his cock twitched visibly in anticipation. Her pale thighs were right next to him and he could smell her musk from her still dripping folds. She asked her question and he almost didn't hear her he was so distracted, but he grinned as he realized she was still asking for permission despite the fact she was about to torture him with her slender fingers.

"Why don't you tell me some of your fantasies as you do the dare... that might be nice to hear," Carl replied and then cursed himself silently. Hearing that would *definitely* not help him last. Oh shit. This was going to be the most pleasurable torture he could imagine inflicting on himself. He'd have to remember to stop making decisions based on his horny cock's urges, although with a room full of half-naked and gorgeous girls it seemed like an impossible task!

You have got to be kidding me...

It's all Nadia could come up with as her eyes jumped around the room again. Was this seriously about to happen? It appealed to her competitive nature to make it a contest, but something about the whole situation was still working her nerves raw. It even put the men in a submissive position, not a trait she personally liked in men, really, but it was something she was used to. Why was it bothering her so much? She'd given hand jobs before, it wasn't as if she was being asked to swallow one of them, so why... Nadia blinked, that was it. She wasn't choosing this and she wasn't being asked, someone was ordering her to do this. That was it, that is what was pissing her off.

Her eyes hopped to Christie and she studied the little Asian girl curiously. It seemed strange that someone so small and fragile looking had just gave them that dare. Either she was hungry to suck on something herself, or that girl had one hell of an adventurous side. Kylie stole her attention next and Nadia couldn't help but stare at her. That one had campaigned for the dare. If those two wanted to suck something so badly, they could go right ahead and...

Nadia shut her eyes and let out a long sigh. She was starting to think she was tired of hearing Carl's voice. When she opened her eyes again, she was shocked to find him stripping down. Her eyes snapped shut and color rose in Nadia's cheeks. She mentally counted to ten before she dared to open her eyes again... just to find Carl stark naked and laid out on the cold floor as if he were getting a full body tan. The jerk spouted off more orders to the room at large, and Nadia found herself really noticing Nick for the first time.

You couldn't much blame her.. she had walked in, got spanked, and while trying to recover from that had ended up being dared to jerk off a random guy. She had barely had time to notice more than Carl's hands' smacking against her ass and now she was finally getting to see the other people in the room.

Nick was sitting somewhat out of the way on the couch, somehow appearing to be apart from the group. He was sitting there half naked, hands cupped over his boner to hide it, and Nadia caught herself grinning at the sight. He looked so uncomfortable and vulnerable in his own skin that she found herself wondering why he had come to this club?

Before she could ponder it too long, movement caught her attention. It was Jun. She had made the first move and was now kneeling by Carl's side, leaning over his twitching cock and eyeing him like a new favorite toy. The image amused Nadia thoroughly, but it also caused a little stirring inside herself that she coldly ignored. Taking a deep breath, she walked out into what seemed to be becoming center stage for the duration. She even took the time to step over Carl, making sure he had a nice view between her thighs as she passed by. So what if it helped someone else win? Nadia just wanted to see him squirm.

Nick still hadn't moved by the time Nadia had reached the couch and she smiled sweetly as she leaned over him to gently pull his hands away so that she could see what he was hiding. The sight of his cock standing hard and eager made her cheeks turn a darker shade of red, but she was still smiling as she looked back up to catch his eyes with her own.

"If you want me to play with that, you better get undressed and join the group," The soft pad of her index finger tapped the head of his shaft, briefly rubbing against the sensitive skin, and then Nadia was backing away from him. She waited a few seconds, and then smirked as she pointed at his chest, "You," and then at the floor, "there."

Kyle let out a sound that was almost like a whimper as he heard the new command for his current pet Jun. His eye twitched lightly as the girl he had been having so much fun with was taken away from the comfort of his lap leaving his already stiff cock rock hard and with nothing to please it. He had been hoping that he could have made Jun beg for his cum on her face, but to hear the new pairings and see that he was being paired up with Kylie. The woman who was still fully dressed, and had brought a stun gun to the bondage club. Yeah he wasn't at all excited about her just getting to reward herself by touching his cock.

Kyle refused to put his back to the ground. pointing at Kylie, as he stood from his chair. "You, on your knees now!" He said quickly and loudly. Normally Kyle was more soft spoken choosing to imply his commands rather then take a direct approach, but right now he was already rock hard, and annoyed that his most recent try to make a pet out of someone had failed. He had seen how Kylie had responded to many things, with her stun gun. When she had been groped she had reacted with violence but had allowed it later. She thought of herself as a master, which was okay, but considering her past actions he didn't want her to be a master.

"You are not touching my cock while you are like that. and I am not putting on your hand cuffs. To do that would be to reward someone who has been acting rather entitled. So you can first remove your clothing, all of it. Then and only then will I allow you to remove my boxers." As he spoke he picked up the belt he had used earlier as his leather strap, giving it a light flick with his thumb the room echoed with the snap of leather against the floor, showing just how hard he could crack it. He had been nice on Jun's ass by comparison, if she didn't follow his commands he would not go nice on hers.

"Is that understood kylie?" His eyes had a dark impression around them as he breathed lightly embracing a role he knew that she wouldn't appreciate. This was a competition with the other girls, and if she wanted to even start it then she first had undress and then kneel before him. Anything else and he would turn the belt on her ass harder then he had with even Jun's ass. He licked his lips, just wanting a reason to be challenged right now, after he felt so in control of everything. If she really wanted someone who she could handcuff, she could chain up herself.

Kylie heard the man she was supposed to jerk off barking orders at her and she just giggled, “Of course master”. She really did not had any problems being the submissive and she was rather proud of her body so she stood up and began unbuttoning her shirt and throwing it into her chair. Her rather medium sized D-cup breasts showed encased on a black lace bra. She sighed and then reached for her own belt and unbuckled it and pulled down her pants soon after to reveal her black lace panties.

With the first bit of clothing out of the way she removed her shoes tossing them on the chair followed up by the hairpin she was wearing. Moving her hair a bit in order to get it a bit loose she stretched and then removed her bra exposing her pierced nipples, there was a small ring on each nipple. Then she moved to her panties and pulled them down only to reveal yet another piercing on her labia and her clit. She obviously was not new into pain since she had piercings in all the sensitive parts of the female body.

Finally kneeling down in front of Kyle she looked at him with an evil smirk, “May I remove your boxers and start up Master?”. She was playing along or she did not wanted to get hit by the belt, either way she did not looked to be troubled at all by exposing her body to a bunch of strangers. “By the way people I tazed his ass because he touched me without my approval, that is not consent but assault. I will not stun everybody here so stop being worried about me”.

She sighed and reached for her stun and showed it to all of the group. Then she pressed a button and the battery of the stun gun came loose. She looked at Carl and gently threw the battery next to him, “There… now nobody is afraid of me?” she pressed the on button and nothing happened. She was tired of getting looked like she was the bad person just because she defended herself. Finally kneeling back down and taking a long deep breath she looked at Kyle waiting for his answer.

This contest made Nick feel incredibly uncomfortable because no one had ever touched his dick since he had gotten into BDSM save for himself. Then there was that awkward moment where he had get on the girl's knees so she could spank him and she had noticed his hard-on against her thigh. The spanks didn't bother him as much as the fact that everyone could see his dick, despite the club he was in. Now he had to let a girl give him a handjob and try not to cum the quickest, which Nick found hard because this was going to be his first and he doesn't think he can hold himself back that long.

The main guy, Carl, had already revealed his dick and the Asian girl knelt in front of him, staring at it and ready to begin. Then his attention was seized by the sight of a girl approaching him and he remained in his place until she sat down, her hands pulling his off of his cock. His face went bright red and he felt more embarrassed than ever as this girl was sitting so close to him and looking at his shaft. Her smile hadn't faded until she looked up and he caught her gaze.

He remembered her being the one that received the spanking from Carl and by the looks of it, it didn't seem like he wasn't gentle at all since Nick had noticed the red marks across her ass. Yes, he was staring at her ass. Considering what was going on in the room, he would've found it hard not to notice a breast or an ass.

With that smile of hers, she told him to strip down to his skin and lay on the floor so she could give him a handjob, as per the rules of the contest. After she had lightly touched his dick with her fingers, she pointed at the floor. Nick obeyed just as he was supposed to, seeing as the competition was designed to force the boys into submission and their cocks at the mercy of the girls' hands.

He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and slid it off of himself, dropping it on the floor by the couch. He wondered whether it was actually slightly cold in the room or if someone was watching him which was making shiver. Maybe it was because of his own insecurity about his body since he was never prepared for such a situation. He got off the couch and walked a few feet away from it before he was satisfied with the spot on the floor and laid down. He shivered some more when his back touched the ground but it was fine, his hands behind his head so that he wasn't tempted to do anything with them.

Jamie seemed to visibly relax now that she was excluded from this little ‘exercise’. Thank goodness…while she had had boyfriends before, it just didn’t come with the same sort of wow factor that came when she was with another girl. The blonde was definitely somewhere on the more lesbian side of the sexual spectrum. Hard to tell with how femme she looked…but come on! The girl worked with power tools on a daily basis and drove a Jeep, plus those green eyes had been glued to more breasts and luscious rears than any of the guys’…she was just more subtle about her staring. Her giving a handjob to a guy would just be her sort of going through the motions. Then she’d lose interest, her mind would wander like it usually did, and she’d inevitably start fantasizing about the 100 different things she could’ve done to torment Christi before Carl had interrupted them.

Though…now that everyone was paired up, that left Christi and her alone yet again, on opposite sides of the room no less. Well how the hell were either of them supposed to enjoy the show under those conditions? That was like…going to the movies by yourself –and- not having popcorn! Terrible, right? Jamie just had to fix that!

“Christi. Come.” The blonde rattled off the short, easy command in an authoritative tone, snapping her fingers and pointing to the spot in front of her. It was much like how one would speak to a dog; which was not particularly surprising, Jamie had a rather massive German Shepard at home that was very good at obeying orders. She sat there on the couch, almost lounging in it, with her back up against it and her arm draped lazily over the armrest. Now she seemed to be the only one still -fully- dressed in the room and she planned on keeping it that way. While there was a certain power that came with a good body and showing it off, she preferred the power that came from the lack of being vulnerable.

So there she sat, licking her lips teasingly as she waited for Christi to come over. She -fully- expected her order to be obeyed. Little cocky? Maybe…but if her command wasn’t followed…well…eh. She wasn’t a guy. She didn’t get blue balls. It wouldn’t hurt her or her pride, she had enough sexual experience to know how good she was. And if Christi was stubborn enough to deny herself the pleasure that Jamie was most certainly going to give her…well that was alright, that would save the blonde’s very dexterous fingers from getting tired.

“Hurry up now, if you’re my good girl you’ll get a treat,” Jamie said, grinning as she patted her lap, meaning for Christi to come have a seat in it. It would be a good, comfy vantage point for the little Asian to watch the contest and keep track of the competition. And it would be an excellent location to allow Jamie’s hands to fondle every inch of her exotic body while they waited for a winner.

Kyle didn't really know if he was disapointed or excited by the fact that Kylie had changed her attitude so swiftly. Looking around at how everyone else was getting ready to be jerked off, his eyes watched her as she undressed. With all the sensitive parts of her body being pierced it was rather an interesting show. Her skin looked soft and her breasts were more then attractive. Honestly if she kept calling him master and looking at him as such it was actually very hot. He gave a slight swallow as he held the belt between his two hands. his eyes taking in every part of Kylies body from her died hair to her lower body, and exposed clit piercing.

"My aren't you just the co operative little one." He said teasingly, as he watched her discard the stun gun. He nodded lightly watching her as she asked if she could remove his boxers. "Now you may." He said lightly with teasing however before her hands could reach the edges of his boxers he lightly slapped them away. "The rules state that you can only touch my cock with your hands, but nothing was said about using your mouth to remove clothing. As such my little pet, you can only remove my boxers with those cute lips of yours."

Honestly he didn't know if she was playing around with him, or avoiding the belting he had earlier promised, He didn't care. As long as he remained in some control over this situation. "Also, hand me your handcuffs." He said with another amused look. Technically she could start as soon as she had removed his boxers with her mouth, but He still wanted the small cuffs, to make some kind of point. His hands did nothing except continue to play with the belt in his hands. Usually he was more timid then this, but god he was hard, and it was starting to hurt as his body ached for release. Still he wanted to play with his new pet, and honestly he was starting to get the impression that she was in this club to go either way.

Kylie looked over at him as he praised her at how quickly she did removed her articles of clothing. She did not cared if people looked at her, after all girls were sexy for a reason and that was to be looked at and admired. She quirked a eyebrow as soon as he started talking as to how to remove his boxers and then on top of it asked for her handcuffs. With a sly grin on her face she reached for the steel handcuffs and gave it to him as she raised her wrists towards him in order to be cuffed as she knew he would order her to do.

She finally looked at her cuffed wrists and then reached over and grabbed the waistband of his boxers with her teeth and pulled them down without much of an effort. When his cock was staring at her she just blushed and bit her lip trying her best to hold herself in line and not attack that beautiful cock in front of her. She may be new to bdsm but in no way she was new to sex, she had her share of partners ever since a couple of years ago.

She could see some of the others already getting ready, Carl was laying down on the floor while the other guy that he tazed was sitting down. The other two girls also were having a good time or so it seemed. Kylie knew very well that her hands would be touching his hard cock and she was already getting excited over the knowledge of her jerking this piece of meat in front of her and bringing it to expel it’s juices.

If her mother could see her now on her knees, with handcuffs on her hands she could most likely die or have a heart attack. She was the good girl back at home always obeying orders however at school she was quite the opposite thing, she saw the school as a way for her to get wild and be the person she truly was. Her eyes looked up at the man she was about to jerk off and then at the belt that he had on his hands, she could see herself on top of his knees getting slapped and hit by the belt time after time.

There was a couple of shy girls in the crowd reason why she was impressed when one of them suggested the wonderful idea of jerking the guys off. Carl was in one corner ready to be jerked off, his cock looked like it could go in any minute. The cuffs on her wrists restrained her movements a bit but she would made do, either way she thought that either loosing or winning would be good in this kind of game. Loosing would most likely result in spankings or whippings while winning could perhaps make one of these studs fuck her silly, either way she was going to have fun at the end of this dare.

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Jun looked quickly up. For a few seconds, she'd thought she heard the word 'Go!' ... or something to that effect. Regardless, it seemed like an appropriate starting time, per se. Her focus and eyes never once left Carl though. When Jun needed to, she could think ... and damn fast. And a smile crossed her face, one that was almost a smirk, as he suggested to mention some fantasies. "Well aren't you cute, thinking I wouldn't bother? Don't worry though; I had full intention of doing any and everything to win." Among being in Drama, she was also in Track ... and with the latter especially being more competitive, it was fair to assume that like any athlete, she wasn't the best loser. Especially when so many advantages were set upon her lap ... and in this case, it'd been done almost literally.

Without allowing Carl a chance to ask or question, the deft Asian began to show exactly what she meant. In a matter of seconds, she went from kneeling at his side to having her crotch inches away from his throbbing cock. What better way to tempt him to break the rules than allow the heat to be felt, for the very temptation of being able to make one harsh thrust up ... and he'd not only be deep inside her, but he would have claimed her as his first. Only Kyle, thus far, had actually known she was still a virgin -- or gotten any type of hint. After all, she was to do this dare first then introductions after ... so she hadn't revealed much of anything regarding herself just yet.

Keeping her drenched slit so close and far, simultaneously letting some of her juices begin to tease and flow onto his shaft, her hand wrapped gently around it and began moving up and down, switching from an incredibly slow and teasing pace to a much faster, swifter one. Even with the time limit in place, she knew she could afford to tease him a bit at least. Using her left hand to keep herself balanced and from impaling herself upon Carl or breaking any rules on using anything but her hand, her lips soon reached as close to his ear as possible.

"Well, Carl-sama ... I've been trying to figure myself out ever since I walked in. And I think I owe Kyle eventually for helping me begin to realize it all ... some at least, for sure. Being used by several of the others at once wouldn't be too bad, regardless of gender. Nor would being hooked up to a fuck machine, being strapped down to it and letting it take me over and over -- all while being recorded or somehow watched. And with that, there'd only be one hole occupied. Furthermore, who says it's not possible to add more than one object in certain spots?"

She had little doubts he understood the innuendo .. having two cocks in her cunt or ass at the same time, a different form of double penetration. Unfortunately for Carl, she wasn't done with ideas and her hand had never ceased moving whilst she spoke. However, she first snuck another peek .. and then caught Kylie's body, specifically her piercings and almost instantly got an idea. Her eyes went down to look upon the leader in an almost loving manner. "Hm ... maybe getting myself inked or pierced for any of you who request it. I wouldn't mind having the pattern or item chosen ... though I would like to determine location, at least with the tattoos if possible. After all, when everything is said and done, it is still my body. It all just depends, I suppose, on whom I belong to by then .... "

Now, she began to speed up, no longer keeping the teasing pace anymore. She'd continue using her words, heat, images all to seduce his mind and body. The fact his cock had throbbed even before she'd done any touching suggested that hopefully, it wouldn't take much more. "This must be incredibly frustrating ... only able to look but not touch? Especially when I heard how you're obviously much more used to being in charge, not the other way around with being ordered around. I can't blame you ... I'm honestly not used to such a position myself. But, I'm not the best loser either ... and will gladly make the best of this."

Her voice lowered even more as she whispered softly, "Go on ... coat my bare slit with your juices. Mark me .. claim me ... "

Jun's cheeks were definitely flushing, incredibly astounding at all she'd just said. But she had no regrets by any means. Her hand continued to move from the head of his cock down to the base then back up again, continuing to work him up and try to drive him over the edge. The heat from her still virgin slit continued to coat the tip, silently tempting and daring him to just grab her hips and ravage her in front of the whole club. It'd definitely be ironic .. to see the leader of all people lose control fully, in a mental state along with physical.

While she knew of the three basic terms -- dom, switch, and sub -- she figured she was the middle, leaning more towards sub. And because of that, she was curious on what it was like to be with a pure dom; and Carl perfectly matched that. The girls ... maybe a few did and she didn't realize it. But off the top of her head, she only recognized Carl as that type. And the teasing soon became a double-edged blade, making her nearly want to break the rules and herself in the process. But Jun did have better restraint than that. The appropriate time for that would arrive soon enough, she knew. After a while, she wouldn't have to wait and would get all she was hoping for; to be fully and completely ravaged, controlled, taken.

Carl felt a new and strange anxiety as Jun grinned at him. He was so used to thinking of himself as the top. Every fantasy he ever had was about being in charge. It was who he was! Yet now, he was lying essentially helpless as this supposedly submissive Asian girl was getting free rein to jerk his cock and try to make him cum for three minutes. Even worse, Carl had proposed the whole stupid contest. What an idiot he was. He should be the one teasing Jun, forcing her to jerk him off or do whatever he wanted. Using her body as he pleased and driving her insane with pleasure for his own enjoyment. This feeling of vulnerability was definitely not easy to ignore.

"Do you worst, Jun," he teased her with a grin, masking his own nervousness with steely resolve.

Carl decided that his only chance to retain some of the control he enjoyed was going to be his self-control. He would win this damn contest and not make any of the girls get him to pop first, no matter what they did. He'd only cum when he decided it was time. He controlled his pleasure, no one else. None of these silly girls would get him to give in. Stubbornly, he clung to that plan as Jun suddenly moved to straddle him.

The best made plans are thrown out the door when the game begins and Carl was stunned as the half-naked girl appeared as if she was about to impale her pink slit on his throbbing cock! It was against the rules, and part of him knew it was just a tease, but his cock twitched and he let out an involuntary gasp as he suddenly yearned so badly to plunge into that dripping crevasse that hovered an inch above his sensitive tip. He could literally feel her heat on his cock and... oh fuck!?... was that a drop of her juice that just landed on his sensitive tip? Was dripping bodily fluids against the rules? It felt so good that he wasn't sure he even cared.

Just that quickly, Carl was in the backseat and Jun was driving his car at reckless speeds and he was helpless to do anything but hang on. He was fighting from her first touch to not just explode in her stroking hand and spray his spunk all over the swollen and puffy pink crevasse that hovered above his rock hard cock. He started to wish he could get even harder, to grow just another half inch so he could nuzzle through those dripping folds and push against the small hood that hid her clit. Her soaking slit became a seductive goal that he couldn't drag his eyes from, magnetic in its pull and insidious as it stoked his lust to a fever pitch. He would do almost anything to spear his big cock into that tight hole at this moment and, with that realization, he knew his self-control was rapidly waning.

And even worse, Jun had started to share her incredibly filthy fantasies with him. Good god this girl was dirty! It's always the quiet ones. She was going off about being fucked by multiple guys and girls at the same time. Being fucked by a machine in all her holes. Did she just say she wanted to have two cocks in one hole at the same time?! Carl thought he had seen that in a porno once, but he had assumed it was anatomically impossible for most women. And she wanted to do all this while being recorded or watched. As if his brain wasn't turned on enough with that pink pussy circling above his cock, he was now filled with unforgettably kinky images of Jun acting like a depraved porn star. And his ears were filled with her suddenly sultry voice describing it all. And of course, her fingers were stroking him so hard and fast. His shaft was slippery with his pre-cum and her own dripping juices, letting her pump him smoothly and with maximal stimulation.

To Jun and anyone watching, Carl knew he maintained some semblance of control. He wasn't writhing or moaning at least. But his body had become rigid, every muscle tensing as he fought the urge to cum. The tendons in his neck strained and his jaw locked in what was supposed to be a casual grin, but looked more like the clenched rigor mortis smile of a corpse. His eyes bulged and his head lifted slightly off the ground as his hands clenched into fists. Even his breathing had deteriorated into a series of ragged pants.

Then Jun shifted to taunting Carl, calling him out on his vulnerability, and asking, no begging, him to cum on her sweet pussy. To claim her dripping sex as his own and mark her with his seed. It was pure agony. Every fiber of his body wanted to explode on this Asian vixen that had driven him to edge. It felt like a geyser of cum would erupt from his straining cock at any second, drenching her in milky spunk. Somehow, Carl didn't know how, he held on, but from his lips a low moan came out involuntarily. Half-strangled and faltering, it betrayed how close to victory she was.

Just at that moment, Christi called time and Carl let out a sigh of relief and groaned out, "Oh thank god.. fuck you are going to pay Jun!"

Carl's entire body slumped as he relaxed, sweat dripping off his forehead from the exertion of fighting Jun's teasing. His mind was spinning as he tried to take deep breaths and relax himself before round two. He had no idea what had happened with Kyle or Nick, nor gotten any intel as to what the next torment would be. His entire world had been compressed to just Jun's fingers, pussy and dirty voice, with everything else completely zoned out.

This was crazy. There was no way he was going to make it. These horny and filthy girls were undeniable. He wished he hadn't gotten so hard playing with Nadia right before this. Or that he had at least jerked off before coming to the meeting. He felt like a primed grenade, ready to explode as soon as the next girl pulled the pin.

Holy shit was he fucked.

She watched Nick get up and yank his shirt off. He seemed eager enough, and yet some how uncomfortable with everything. She couldn't blame him, Nadia wasn't all together comfortable with what was going on, either. All she hoped was that this was at least fun. She waited for Nick to lie down, and then she followed him to the floor to snuggle her body against his side. Her smooth legs tangled with his, she rested her head against his shoulder, and settled tight against his side to press her breasts into his skin. She made certain he could feel the hard buds her nipples had become pressing into his skin and the hot, damp crotch of her boy-shorts rubbed against one of his legs.

She had only just gotten comfortable at Christie's word to get started, and Nadia gave Nick's neck a little nibble to try and distract him. "Relax, just enjoy it," she purred at him as the tips of her fingers gently stroked up and down his length. She waited until he was relaxed, until his heart was beating fast and his breath came as quick panting. Then, and only then, did Nadia wrap her fingers around the base of Nick's cock and begin to stroke him. He twitched in her hand and she moaned softly against his neck. As her hand slid along his length, her body moved against his side so that her slit rubbed against his leg, taking pleasure for herself while she gave him his.

"Imagine being inside me," she whispered to him, her lips brushing against his ear. Her hips moved in time with her hand. As her hand slid down his shaft, her hips pushed forward as if she were burying him inside her. "Would you let me ride you? Or would you want to be the one doing the fucking?" She gave his cock a squeeze and gasped as if he had slammed into her. "What do you like, Nick?"

She pushed up on her elbow to lay half over him and smile down at him. "What would you do to me, if you could?" She hoped to get his mind racing, make him fuel his own fire with wild ideas while she worked his cock for him. She listened to his breath and paid attention to the feel of his heart beat to learn how he liked to be touched. How hard to squeeze, how fast to stroke, she let his body and reactions tell her when to tease and when to give him what he wanted. "Tell me, how would you fuck me if you could, Nick?"

A rather loud, raucous rock ringtone went off from Kylie’s purse. And right in mid-jerk of Kyle’s aching member, the punky girl quickly stopped, stood and ran over to deal with the insanely loud phone. It must’ve been important…because after a string of apologies she was already tugging clothes on as quickly as she could in order to rush out of the room, leaving her partner hanging. Poor Kyle, he’d had two pets yanked from him in a row. But…Jamie wasn’t about to be his pet. That level of submission required a whoollleee new level of trust for the girl that vastly preferred playing with other girls. Kissing boys was easy, teasing them was fun, but it was so rare that the little voice inside her head said, ‘You know what’s a good idea? Going all the way and getting covered in spunk!’

But…the little voice said she should play nice today and give something a try that she hadn’t done in…what…6 months since she last touched a cock? Well it’s like riding a bike, she’d figure it out again. She should probably go give the poor boy a hand before he turned into a whimpering, frustrated mess anyways.

“It must hurt hmm? Being hard for so long and not finding any release…” Jamie taunted Kyle as she stood up from the couch. After one long, languid stretch to show off her curvy body, she finally decided to make her way over towards him and give him a little ‘help’ so he didn’t lose due to not having a partner. Her heels clicked against the tiled floor as she sauntered over, hips swaying enticingly as she walked. Still dressed in dark wash jeans, a sheer red t-shirt and a peach blazer, she felt like it was probably safe to give Kyle –a little- something to look at. Delicate hands found the buttons of her blazer and she shrugged the garment off, letting it fall to the floor behind her. No wonder she had been wearing the jacket! She had purposefully not worn an undershirt under the sheer, lacey top that left little to the imagination. Though she did have a flesh-toned bra on to hide her nipples…can’t have D breasts jiggling around on their own now can she?

“Here’s the deal…if you get even –one- drop of cum anywhere on me, you and I are going to have a –serious- problem.” Jamie finally closed the distance between them, she pressed her body lightly up against Kyle’s side, a talented hand coming up to lightly graze her fingernails along the back of his neck. “Understand? I will beat you with your own belt, because you don’t even -deserve- to be hit with mine. And speaking of belts…” she glanced down to the belt that he was still toying with. “I’ll be taking that…” While not particularly powerful, Jaime was quick. Her right hand quickly switched from a teasing, light touch to a hard grasping motion as she took hold of the hairs at the base of Kyle’s skull. She yanked, pulling hard enough to snap his head back and paralyze him as though she were grabbing an unruly cat by the scruff of the neck. She took hold of the belt with her free hand, twisting it in his grasp to wrench it away and chuck it over her shoulder, where the metal buckle clattered to the ground, useless, and a few feet away.

There was no doubt that Kyle was bigger than her, stronger than her, and that definitely threw a wrench in the works. But the last thing she needed was the threat of a belt to trip up her plans to get him to submit via psychological warfare. She was pretty sure she could convince him that submitting would be a good idea. The buxom blonde had something he wanted: the ability to give him release. There was no mistaking the twitching, throbbing need in Kyle’s cock. If he was a good boy, Jamie would make him cum. If he was a bad boy well...she too was well versed in the magic of belt discipline.

Her hand that had been so rough and mean released the scruff of his neck and she began to lightly rub and massage the now tender flesh. Her free hand began to take a couple more liberties now that Kyle no longer had a belt to use against her. She dragged her nails lightly down the center line of his chest, down his abs and toward his pelvis. Once down there she made a barely closed fist and with curled fingers, she lightly ran her knuckles up from the underside base of Kyle’s stiff member, all the way up to the tip where her hand un-curcled. Her fingers and palm enveloped the top half of his shaft, her thumb lightly sweeping over the sensitive head.

“So my little Switch, think you can be a good boy and keep from making an absolute mess of me?"

Upon hearing her silky voice, he relaxed his body and calmed his nerves. Nick watched as she laid down next to him and immediately pressed herself against his body. Her warm and soft body lined up against his, her nipples were like buttons that reached his skin and he wanted to press them so much. He wanted to touch her body and make her feel good as well, as if they were actually going to have sex but then it'd be against the rules since all she had to do was give him a handjob. Then the feeling of her crotch on his leg forced him to exhale deeply.

He shuddered from Nadia's lips on his neck, not expecting his body to react in this way to her arousal. Her hand stroking his shaft and him just laying there with his hands behind his head, forced to endure the sensations that coursed through his veins. Her moans caused shivers in his neck, he quietly groaned as he watched her face. He groaned more when her body rubbed her slit against his legs. He thought it was unfair that only the men had to be nude during this exercise. It seemed like even she was pleasure herself as she pleasured him.

"I'd..sit you..on my lap..." He tried to get words out but it felt like his words clogged his neck. "I'd thrust...up into you...while I...fondle your breasts." That was the fantasy he was imagining from her being this close to him and stroking his cock while rubbing herself against his leg. "Sometimes...I'd kiss you...but then..I'd move them down...to your nipples and...suck on them." He could feel himself getting even harder at the thought of doing her like that. "You could push me onto....my back and ride me if....you wanted to."

He groaned slightly louder, enough for Nadia to hear it and know that she was doing it right. He wanted to be inside her and it disappointed him that there were rules stopping him. "I hate that I...can't touch you....but if I...could, I'd bang you like...like...like it was our last day on Earth." He managed to finish his sentence without briefly pausing because of the handjob she was giving him. It made him curious to know what she wanted to do. "Tell me.....how would you like...to be fucked? What would..you want me to...do to your naughty...body?" He referred to her crotch that was against his thigh and he knew it was wet from all that was happening.

Kyle waited with steady anticipation as he was supposed to be treated by Kylie, but his eyes seemed to twitch as her phone rang and she ran off into the wild, pulling on her clothing he had moments before forced her to remove. Kyle now had two little adorable pets pulled out of his lap, all while he had been primed and hardened. Breathing lightly he was all to ready to take his seat and forget about this competition enjoy himself if he needed to just so that his body no longer had the tension it was feeling when Jamie walked up towards him. It was funny really as she seemed to bark out orders to him, any other day he would have been putty in her hands, but right now he was annoyed he was tense he wanted to fuck something raw, and Jamie had just walked into the lions nest. He was taller then Jamie, physically stronger if he wanted to really hold onto his belt he could have, however there was a more interesting challenge in play now.

"Oh that's so generous of you." He said biting his lip his voice a low his as his eyes moved around her jacket, and her small petite body. Already enthralled by what he was having to deal with, he did know that Jamie was doing him a favor, however he wanted control over this situation, and while there were rules abound about touching her body nothing was in the way of touching his own.

Feeling how her hand brushed against him, and how she took possession of his cock, Kyle watched Jamie with two rather dark eyes. He was craving release but if she thought he would honestly waist his load on the floor then he had to laugh, and while her touch did feel good her thumb knew what was sensitive he was not in the mood to give into anyone who was trying to dominate him. "Do you even really know how to play with what your holding." Kyle said lightly, finger lightly hovering over Jamie's skin as he looked into her eyes. He wasn't touching her as per the rules, but he was making it so close that he could feel the fine hairs along her arms as he watched her bringing his hand down to his cock.

"It's not as simple as just rubbing after all, even men... need a mood setter." As he spoke his voice trailed going softer and pausing as his head lowered and his lips came dangerously close to her own red full lips. His tongue lightly licking his his as his green eyes staring with a viscous hunger into Jamie's own eyes. Just tempting her to kiss him with the softness of his tone and touch, as he changed the matter at hand setting a very different vibe between them. His frustration was showing, but Jamie's hand on his cock was helping.

Kyles hand continued down the soft elegant trail just above Jamie's skin as he used his heated minty breath against the skin on her neck. as his hand lightly spread out in a cup airing the motions that Jamie was making with her hands, but with a few adjustments showing her how he wanted her to move her wrist and setting a pace all while he looked into her eyes. "It's okay even if i was to make a mess on you, you could always have Jun, and Nadia clean it off you with their tongues. Pressing their bodies up against your body. I am sure you can get them to bend out every little drop from your skin, but why stop their, when you could have them licking every part of your skin. All because some mean man put a small amount of liquid on you, imagine the attention you could get from just being a little nude, and a little... messy." As he spoke the last word he leaned in close enough to whisper it against her ear.

Ah it seems they have come to an impasse. Jamie didn’t really want to be standing there, cock in hand. And Kyle didn’t really want to be there, getting dominated by a girl who was a little less than a foot shorter than him…well…maybe more like 5 inches shorter than him since she was wearing her heels today. What was a poor girl to do? Here Jamie was, ready to be nice and reward a submitting Switch with her very vocal rendition of what one of her orgasms sounded like. And this stubborn ass was making demands.

Pffft…lesbians don’t negotiate with terrorists.

“Don’t you worry about me and my ability to handle a cock. Worry about yourself and how badly your blue balls are going to hurt if you continue to behave like a stubborn ass.” With a smirk, she lightly tapped the soft pads of her fingers along the sensitive underside of his shaft. Well, five years of piano were good for something, they made for very agile fingers even if she didn’t really play anymore. A painter, a ceramicist, and an ex-piano player, Jamie was very aware of how to make her fingers dance in order to get a desired effect. And right now she wanted nothing more than to wind Kyle up even tighter. If she couldn’t get him to willingly submit, she’d take giving him a terrible case of blue balls as a pretty good consolation prize.

“Oh you need a mood setter huh?” With an evil little grin, Jamie took hold of his balls, giving them a threatening little squeeze, purposefully pressing her nails lightly into the flesh to make a point. “Because you cumming on me would definitely ruin –my- mood. And right now I feel like you should be doing everything in your power to make sure that I am in a –very- good mood.” He could get as frustrated and threatening as he wanted.

Kyle -wasn’t- going to rattle her. And while the thought of Jun and Nadia licking evey inch of her body was tempting…she wasn’t about to let him cum on her, not until he got it through his thick skull that she wouldn’t let him degrade her that way. She wasn’t a sub. She didn’t get off on that.

“I’ll tell you what Kyle…I’ll let you cum on my stomach if –you’re- the one to lick it off.” Jamie released his balls and began to slowly run her hand up and down the shaft. With her large breasts, she wouldn’t have to see him lose his load all over her stomach and it seemed like a fairly well thought out plan. And she figured it would probably help put things in perspective for him: Jamie wanted his cum on her as much as he’d want to put his own seed into his mouth. Though her whole train ride of reasoning could be derailed and burst into flames if Kyle actually liked the taste of his own cum. No guy could be that kinky…right?

“Last chance to submit to my one rule…you can be good, let me please you, and swear not to cum anywhere on me. Orrrr I can go hang out on my couch some more…it was rather comfy.” Unless the prize as a solid gold dildo, Jamie wasn’t all too interested in whatever little gem Carl would bestow upon the winner.

Kyle tensed lightly as he felt her nails dig lightly into his ball sack. That wasn't actually a very pleasureful area for people to play with rather it was only sensitive to pain, and though he was standing nude in a club filled with bondage enthusiasts he was not actually one to enjoy that kind of pain especially when it came from someone who was trying to tease him into submission.

Especially when he had no interest in it. There was a time and place where Kyle would happily submit and be a woman's pet, but when that woman's idea of a reward was licking his own cum off his stomach it made part of his skin crawl, and it was even kind of turning him off, he had plenty to arouse him sure, Jun was doing a great job of teasing Carl, Nadia was a really good catch, but Jamie was clearly uncomfortable doing anything with him, and so he had no choice. "Um yeah no."

Given the ultimatum that he had Kyle only had one answer he could possibly give. His lips puckered lightly and kissed at his hand blowing her a small smooch in the air, as he turned and pulled away her hand from his cock. "Then you can get going back to your couch. If your not gonna touch a cock properly their's no need for you to do it at all."

Kyle was very serious as he walked away from Jamie and grabbed his belt taking back to his seat, he didn't get dressed he knew there were plenty of other women in this room who would love to give his thick hard on a try, but for now he honestly felt more content having nothing at all then not even being teased. If Jamie was offering him nothing or nothing he would rather take the nothing that left him hard and ready to service the next girl that actually wanted to touch his cock, and he couldn't resist burning her ego before she could ever try to burn his. Leaning back into his chair, yeah the lack of sexual activity hurt him, but only physically, egotistically he knew that Jamie not having a pet would burn so much more, and if it was a stretch of an ego she wanted, she could go back to her couch unfulfilled.

"Unless you come to me on your knees ready to take what your actually asking for I'll be over here, and you can go back to your couch." He said lightly still playing with his belt. Oh sure Carl would hand out some kind of punishment but if that was the case then Kylie would be the one who really needed such a discipline and she was long gone.

The blonde arched a confused brow as Kyle pulled away from her hand. Not touch his cock properly? Huh. She thought her gentle touch while they tried to negotiate terms had been plenty proper. Well...except for maybe when she had put his balls in a vice, but even then she had been fairly careful not to push too hard; she wouldn't have done so in the first place if Kyle hadn't pushed her buttons and tried to test her resolve.

Unable to say anything nice with Kyle's final jab at her ego, Jamie decided to say nothing at all. Everyone had their limits. And evidently submitting to a man cumming on her body was one of hers. She merely kept her face a mask: no smirk, no glare...not even a wise ass remark snuck it's way from pouty pink lips. She wasn't bothered by the fact that Kyle didn't want to submit to her. She understood submission wasn't for everyone. It took a special type of person to be able to surrender to a Domme, to trust that the Master knew what was best for the Pet. To give up one's will and let go of their pride to let another's take over.

Well at least...that's how she saw bondage/discipline anyways. Not everyone's ideas about the subject are the same and she didn't expect them to be. Perhaps she just had some silly, girlish, romanticized ideas about the whole thing.

Still, the fact of the matter was that Kyle couldn't give up his pride to be her Sub, and Jamie was just as guilty in that she couldn't give up her own in order to be his Pet. So for now, it looked like the Battle of the Switches would have to resume another day because neither one was willing to actually switch from their comfortable role of Dom. She grabbed her blazer off the floor on her return trip to her couch, tossing it over the armrest so that she didn't forget it as she plopped down, putting her legs up as she got comfy to watch the remainder of the show.

Nadia found herself smiling against Nick's neck as he spoke. Hearing some of his thoughts on what he wished where happening sparked a few ideas for herself. It made it all so much easier for her to enjoy. Her clit was tingling with need and aching for attention, the little pressure that came from rubbing against his leg was just not enough. Soft little moans escaped her throat here and there while he admitted to what he really wanted to do. Nadia's hand never paused on his cock. She enjoyed the way it twitched and pulsed in her hand and the way Nick squirmed for it. In some ways, it was her greatest weakness. The more Nick enjoyed what was happening, the more she enjoyed it with him.

His question sent a myriad of images flashing through her mind. He seemed a little knew to this, but he was passionate. She imagined him pinning her to wall, and then bending her a desk or laying her back on the table. She shivered and her cheeks darkened, about to answer him when Christie's voice disturbed her. She looked up in surprise, and then frowned a little when she was Jun getting up and heading her way.

"Sorry," Nadia sighed, giving Nick a quick kiss before she stood up. "Ask me again later and I'll tell you." She gave his dick a farewell squeeze, and then got up to get out of Jun's way. "All yours," she told the girl teasingly as she moved aside and let her eyes scan the room. Carl was laying on the floor not very far away and looking for all the world like he was completely exhausted. Kyle, at least she thought that was his name, was sitting down and fiddling with his belt. She had noticed Kylie's race from the room, but really hadn't thought much of it. She hadn't seen the altercation between him and Jamie, so she attributed his apparently dark mood to the Goth girl's flight.

Nadia found herself wondering what had happened as she walked over to Kyle, but she didn't ask. Over the last few minutes the room had gotten a little too warm and Nadia flicked a few button's loose on the white, men's shirt she worse before pulling it off over her head and dropping it on a desk. It left her in a bright orange tank-top barely thick enough to hide the shape of her bra beneath it and the dark green boy-shorts. A large chunk of her tattoo was on display, but she was becoming more comfortable with her state of undress and everything that has happening as time went by. She felt far less nervous, the need to hide or be modest nearly gone.

She stopped by Kyle's chair and found herself blushing a little as his eyes traveled up her body. She wasn't entirely sure what bothered her more, knowing he had been the one wielding that belt earlier on Jun, or the dark mood that seemed to hang around him. She found herself wondering if he was going to try to use it on her and Nadia couldn't figure out how to feel about it if he did. Thinking too much was making her nervous.

"Guess it's you and me now, then," Nadia tried to smile despite how awkward she felt. She came around to stand between his legs, unsure if she should kneel between them or simply stand bent over his lap as she worked. She knew she had to wait for Christie's go-ahead, but it felt too weird to just stand between his legs and wait. So, she leaned over to rest her hands on his thighs, it let her look him in the eyes and let him see down the front of her shirt if he chose to look. "Pleasure to meet you officially. I'm Nadia."

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Jun had been keeping to herself in a corner, waiting for the rotations to end. She was gauging reactions, trying to test to see whom might be close to giving in, what could be done and things of the like. She hardly heard exacts but definitely noted Kyle would need a lot of work, given he wound up walking away from Jamie. From what she'd done with Carl, whomever would go next was going to have little trouble driving him over the edge. He'd gotten so damn close, it'd nearly driven his body insane. Jun wouldn't lie to herself -- she was slightly irked he'd been able to restrain himself. Ah well, there would be other chances and times he could let loose - along with anyone else here - and just indulge in their darker sides.

Her head glanced around as, again, she thought something along the lines of 'Go!' or 'Switch!' had been announced. As Nadia gave her a walk-by tease on having fun with Nick, she merely gave the other girl a smirk. "Don't worry, I intend to." She replied, noting she was heading for Kyle. Well .. that would likely be where the old saying on saving the best for last seemed to kick in, she would guess. But at least after this, she'd be back with him. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know he would thoroughly enjoy that, even if he couldn't touch her as per the rules. He'd still been loving her being so close to him, all but straddling his lap earlier.

It was an amusing thought .. but maybe she could win with him and Nick? First thing was first .. and right now, it was time to focus upon the latter. Heading to her new male to touch, she knelt beside him as she'd done with Carl. If little efforts would need to be done, then Jun doubted she would need to begin to resort to half the teases she'd done with Carl. Still, she'd keep her ears and eyes open, trying to note would could or couldn't be added in at times. Her head bowed politely as her hand wrapped gently around his shaft and began to steadily move up and down it.

"Nice to meet you outside of class. I'm Jun Akigawa ... and hope to make this as fun as possible for us both. How've you been holding up despite not being able to touch any of us females, hm?" Her pace quickened slightly, favoring the faster side a bit more than slow. But it wasn't too fast, not just yet. She'd wait for at least one of the three minutes to go by first. If by then his body hadn't given in, she'd see what more could be done to drive him over. But come hell or high water, she would figure something out and win this ... odd contest of sorts.

Son of a…really?! Neither of the other guys had gone off?! Jamie’s mask fell and she grimaced. The blonde knew that she had had just about all the cock she could take for the day. While she had a love for getting pounded by one to the point of exhaustion, she was reminded why she liked girls more than boys: because that cock can be attached to a real hubristic dick. She wasn’t going to make it to Nick if she had to swallow one more ounce of male bravado. And something about the way Carl carried himself led her to believe that he was -full- of male bravado. Great…

One more smug grin and she was going to snap and castrate the next owner of said smug grin in the same manner that farmers do to their horses: with a rubberband and without anesthesia. That would surely make any man as pleasant to ride as a gelding.

Sooooo….she may be on the verge of a blue balling rampage. But could you blame her? Jamie was fiery, saw herself as a Top, and right now, forced to butt heads with three other Doms while jammed into the submissive position of having them use her for their pleasure, her patience was wearing very, very thin. She wasn’t going to break or give any more ground unless she was met somewhere in the middle.

Now she was suddenly very aware of why she liked playing with girls more than boys: women will bend, they will accommodate, they will choose to let themselves be handled. Even now, she herself was bending and giving handjobs, which wasn’t really how she planned to spend her Monday evening. Although the girl who loved girls had a massive kink for riding a guy, she’d gladly light that fantasy on fire and bury the ashes somewhere in the backyard next to her goldfish if none of these men were brave enough to surrender to her.

Usually Jamie was gentle as a lamb…and would probably to turn out to be a gentle and loving Domme. Her art revolved around tearing things apart and building them back up; surely that would extend to how she behave when her medium of choice turned into a Submissive’s body rather than a piece of clay or metal. But having Kyle’s pride shoved down her throat was turning her into a very ornery bull of a Top, one that was ready to gore the next rider that had the misfortune of getting bucked off of her. And if Carl was going to fight with her instead of willingly go for a ride, Jamie was going to kick him in the head with those three-inch heels after she bucked him off of her.

Which was a shame…because Jamie had a –very- dirty mouth and active imagination, and would’ve loved to take Carl out for a ride.

Though…speaking of taking him out for a ride…she supposed she should probably go over there and play, now that she had managed to get roped into this rotation and Jun and Nadia had moved. Christi was going to get a very harsh spanking later for suggesting this idea. With a sigh and resigning herself to her fate of having yet another man’s equipment in her hands, she began to wriggle her way out of her comfy position on the couch. The buxom blonde slung her legs off the couch and onto the floor, standing and making her way to Mr. Soccer All Star.

“What’s up, Carl? Couldn’t quite get off?” she plopped down next to him, sitting cross-legged as though they were just hanging out and about to just carry on a normal conversation…even though the boy wast entirely nude. He was cute but she’d seen enough nude models in her advanced drawing classes that she could view him as a bunch of shapes, shadows and color rather than a hunky soccer player. Jamie liked him, he was always pretty nice and they could usually chat amicably about sports, drama club, etc. And Jamie had shown him how to properly use a couple of powertools before he lost his thumbs to a table saw, so he should know about how passionate, pleasant and patient she could be. But she knew that Carl the Dom was not the same as Carl…just as Jamie the Domme was not the same as Jamie.

The moment Christi yelled “Go!”, Jamie set her jaw and looked down at him, meeting his gaze with bright green eyes that were usually soft and warm; but now the orbs flickered with intensity. They didn’t smolder with lust, they –burned- with what seemed her unbreakable will. She eyed the boy not with the tender, wantonness gaze of a Sub, but with the steely, calculating glare of a Domme that saw the soccer player as little more than a piece of meat.

“Here’s the deal Carl: I love to play with women. The way they taste…the way they feel…all the little noises they make, much more appealing to me than a man. And you my friend, are obviously no woman.” Jamie traced the soft pad of her index finger lightly along the curve of his balls as though to prove a point. Yup, no vaginas around here! Then her very warm hand cupped his balls lightly, giving Carl some achingly slow and teasing fondling treatment to string him up a little higher. “Though here I am…’taking one for the team’ I guess as you would say. Which isn’t bad, I love to ride a good cock.” Jamie’s fingers lazily made their way upwards, wrapping around the base of his shaft. She began running her hand from the base of his shaft to bottom of the bulbous head of his cock. Sometimes her fingers would flutter or she would grip him just a tad bit tighter, trying her best to mimic the way she knew her pussy would feel around him.

“I have this…issue…I suppose with a man’s cum. I don’t like it on me. –In- me…fine. –On- me…well…not going to happen. You understand, hmm?” Jamie purred…though even though she purred like a kitten, her green eyes flashed like a tigress. Almost –daring- him to do something as stupid as to cum on her. “And you understand that if you break my limit, I’m going to have to punish you severely, yes? I’m thinking…” Jamie stopped her pumping, gave his dick a gentle squeeze, and then began to maddeningly run her thumb over the head in quick circles, her expression turning thoughtful as she tried to think of a proper punishment. “Hmm…I can’t decide between orgasm denial as a punishment for breaking my limit or orgasm exhaustion by riding you til it hurts and you black out. Either way you’d probably have to be tied up. What do you think?” She flashed him a wicked grin, eyes never leaving his for a moment as her hand began to quickly run up and down the length of his throbbing shaft.

Nick gasped and groaned for a while longer as Nadia's hand kept stroking his cock. It was sending some new and powerful sensations through his body since his body was aching to be touched there. It was upon hearing Christi's voice that he felt a little disheartened because she was about to describe her fantasies to him. He really wanted to hear hers since he had given her his but I guess that wouldn't happen. He shuddered when she gave him a quick kiss and told him to ask her later, then he was a little more hopeful getting to hear her sexual desires. He groaned rather loudly when she gave his cock a final squeeze before she was gone.

He watched Nadia walk away and he very much enjoyed watching her go. He saw the other girl walk past her and in his direction, possibly to continue the handjob from where Nadia left off. She seemed to be nude from the waist down and he had to admit to himself, that she did look a lot less shy and innocent than when she walked in. Oh, how much he would like to touch her too.

Her hand gripped his dick and was already moving up and down it, his groans evident that he was enjoying the movement. Then she began speaking to him and he could hear her clearly, despite his groans and the dirty thoughts flowing through his head. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Nick, but you probably already knew that." He started off with a little light humour, it showed that he was growing in confidence albeit quite slowly. "It's torture. All this arousal and we just have to lay there and take it. It's cruel of you." He teased, gasping on occasion.

Jun's hand was faster than Nadia's and he wasn't feeling her crotch riding his leg but anyone could tell he was enjoying it all the same. Why wouldn't he enjoy having his shaft touched by two pretty girls in an attempt to make him orgasm. It felt close but he felt like he could go on for a while longer. Nadia must've been disappointed that she couldn't make him ejaculate but she was the first and there was still time for that later.

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Jun nodded in agreement as he spoke up. "I'm all for foreplay and some teasing. But if this had been my dare, I wouldn't have made the men be subs. Well ... not on the first day, at least. But ... " She shrugged lightly, her hand continuing to move up and down. "May as well just make the best of this, yes?" She let her eyes remain upon Nick, an interesting loophole coming to her head. Christi only said to use just the hand upon the crotch. However, if it were a different location ... nothing was said regarding whether one's mouth could or couldn't be used. It made her inwardly curse. If she'd thought of that with Carl, he may very well have given in. Ah well, with how close she'd gotten him, it'd take a miracle for .... whom was with him now?

A quick peek up showed the answer to be Jamie. Looking back down, she moved her head down towards his face, moving some of his strands of hair aside. Her tongue began lightly dancing along his earlobe, her pace with how fast her hand was going quickening once again. The mixing and matching of slow and steady plus fast and slightly harsh ... she hoped that would be enough.

But if that wasn't ... she began to sigh and moan softly into his ear, Jun's tongue finally dancing along the side of Nick's neck. "The longer I remain in this club, the more ready I am to stop being a 'good girl' and have my first time, honestly. Don't worry ... this is definitely torture for me too." She confessed, letting her tongue and hand continue to work upon her classmate.

Kyle was still playing with the belt by the time that Nadia came to him. He flashed her a small smile and uncrossed his legs. He was still very much hard as he watched her approach him. There was something to having her so close to him, how she looked over him naked and then introduced herself, that was amusing to say the least. Moving slightly he passed the belt he was holding lightly between his hands, before gripping it loosely so that it was loose barely hanging around the back of Nadia's knees. Before he snapped it and cracked the hard leather over the soft skin of the back of her legs. "Hello Nadia, I am kyle." He said with a low commanding growl the attack was meant to push Nadia onto her knees which is honestly something he could have seen her doing if had just asked, but this way was simply more fun.

His eyes did gaze down the front of her shirt though only loosely as he opened his legs ready for Nadia to touch him, He wasn't expecting much at this point he was wound tight and just a tad sex crazed, but he was still expecting something. His eyes looked over Nadia, as he held the belt still firmly in his hands, having already used it once he could assume it was a loophole, after all it wasn't his hands or really him touching her, just his belt.

A finger lightly plucked at the front of Nadia's shirt. Pulling it forward and giving him a better view of her chest. "I'm not touching you so much as your clothing, so I can't imagine that being punishable, however I have to ask... It's always been a bit of a fantasy of mine to rip the clothing off of a person, so I'll ask this once. Do you like this undershirt?" His voice seemed low, alternating between playful and slightly evil, the last two women that had touched his cock had rather been disappointing, and now was an attempt for Nadia to make that up to him, and make him want to cum. "You have a jacket after all, so really even if I did tear this shirt of yours in half you could walk home in relative comfort, and well if you are good at what you do, and actually make me cum, the shirt would undoubtedly get messy anyway, along with that cute face of yours."

Kyle leaned back as he heard the command for go being given, his attention went to Jun who once again seemed to be doing everything in her power to win this competition, and Jamie who was once again being Jamie. In the end Kyle's attention was all on Nadia as he waited for the relatively simple answer to his question. He was sharing one of his darker fantasies more because that was the mood the two failed attempts had put him in. Nadia seemed cute, like a smaller subbish girl someone he knew that he could actually have some fun with. Though Kyle was a switch his mood was putting him in a head space that was far more dom then anything else.

She'd had a good idea what was going to happen when he slipped the belt around behind her legs. Still, the sting it put in her skin made Nadia gasp. It hurt more than she had expected it to and her knees buckled. She caught herself just before hitting the ground, supporting her weight almost entirely on her arms, and then gently resting on her knees. She was a dancer after all, her Knees were just too important to allow them to be potentially damaged. As it was, the backs of them were burning from where the belt had snapped against her skin. No one had ever taken a belt to her before, and certainly had never used one to control her. A since of fear lingered in the back of her mind, but Nadia looked up at Kyle with defiance shining in her eyes.

Waiting on her knees, between his legs, with his cock thick, hard, and ready not a foot away from her face quickly began to make her nervous. So much so that she nearly breath a sigh of relief when her plucked at the front of her shirt and asked if she liked it. She leaned back just a little to escape that small contact at the mention of ripping clothing off a person and her nervousness ran a little higher. It wasn't that she loved the shirt or anything, it was the sexual thrill she felt at the idea of such an intimate violence that was disturbing her.

'Yes or no?' she asked herself as she bit at her lower lip, giving it a few tugs before she realized what she was doing and stopped herself. If it was a fantasy of his, it could help her attempt to win. And really, what harm could it do?

"I like my shirt," she nearly blurted the answer, but made herself take a breath, and then smile devilishly up at Kyle. "But it is not irreplaceable. If you want to rip it off me, then do it." Nadia distantly heard Christie's voice sound the start of this round just as she had finished speaking. She was curious more than anything else. Kyle was an unknown to her, so much so that she just couldn't figure him out. Carl she understood, he was straight forward. And Nick, a shy virgin with Kinky dreams. But Kyle... she couldn't get a bead on him, didn't know what to expect next. It made her all the more nervous as she allowed her hands to slide up his legs as her torso bent forward. She was hesitant, careful, but her eyes never left his as she bent closer to him until her soft, panting breaths were bathing his shaft.

One hand wrapped gently around the base of his cock, and then slid slowly toward the head, where she squeezed a lightly tighter just before her hand slipped off the tip. As one hand left, the other replaced it at the base to repeat the motion so that there was never a moment that she wasn't touching him. In-between strokes, she would lick her palms before touching him again, creating a little lubrication to make the motion smooth and allowing herself to taste him without actually licking him.

While she worked, she internally waited. She could see it building, the desire to play out a fantasy when the opportunity was sitting right before your eyes. Would he really rip her shirt off? Did he have it in him, or was it talk to make her squirm? She wasn't sure, and being forced to wait and see was making her all the more nervous and edgy. More importantly... did she want him to? Nadia just couldn't answer that question. What if he did? What if he didn't? Her hands began to shake a little, but her pace only quickened.