Just relax. Try not to think about anything.

Stacy tries to adjust her position, but the thick leather around her wrists makes it difficult. They keep her arms secured behind her back, attached to the wall. Her naked toes are fairly comfortable on Cara's soft, carpeted floor, but make her wish she had some little socks on for warmth.

The tight, leather collar around her neck, makes her feel naughty, but not as much as the lace in her mouth. Stacy can taste Cara's hot arousal as she tries to keep the panties comfortably inside her lips. The pheromones from the material remind Stacy of what she can't have and tease her chaste vagina. She hates how turned on Cara's aroma makes her.

Stacy hears footsteps outside as the door is pushed open. Cara leads a blindfolded Becca into the bedroom.

My love! My Becca.

Stacy has to stop herself from calling out to her. The collar around her neck quickly reminds her to obey Cara's rules. Her tight pussy trembles inside her fairly comfortable, steel belt.

Becca is dressed in an authentic-looking schoolgirl uniform. Thin, white, knee-high socks slipped into posh, black, buckled flats.

Stacy feels her mouth soaking the underwear inside it as she admires her incredibly sexy girlfriend. Becca's perfect bum is covered with a pair of white, cotton panties.

Mmm… oh goodness.

A cute, red and black, plaid skirt finishes the whole outfit off. Cara leads Becca in by the collar and positions her at the foot of the bed.

"Do you like that Stacy is going to be with us here for a little while?" Cara asks, softly. She runs her fingers up Becca's slim stomach and over her neck, causing the girl to tremble nervously.

"Yes! Miss Cara! Thank you. I'm so grateful," Becca whimpers, clearly turned on by the blindfold and naughty outfit.

Cara kisses Becca gently. They both emit a tender, whispered moan. Stacy cringes with jealousy.

"Show me how grateful you are," Cara demands, pulling Becca onto the bed. She positions the girl between her gorgeous legs. Cara's silk robe hangs open as she lies on her back.

No Becca. You don't have to. Just be with me.

Becca crouches on her hands and knees in front of Cara. The woman's nylon-covered legs sit on either side of her.

"Can you smell my pussy, dear?" Cara asks.

"Oh yes, Miss Cara," Becca moans. She licks her lips with naughty desire.

"Do you think you can find it using only your nose and tongue?"

Stacy can see Cara's bum tense up with excitement. The woman is incredibly aroused and hungering for her little pet to feast on her lavish slit.

Becca nods and her mouth opens ravenously. She slowly leans forward and tries to find the juicy hole awaiting her tongue.

I can't watch this.

Stacy closes her eyes. Her other senses immediately take control of her mind. She tastes Miss Cara's latent arousal and it reminds her what Becca must be tasting right now.

She hears Cara gasp with pleasure, followed by a few joyful purrs.

Oh god… I can't handle this either. This is so unfair.

The sounds of Becca licking and suckling at Cara's dripping cunt seems deafening. Becca keeps mewing as she buries her tongue inside her loving mistress.

Stacy can feel her vaginal wall squeezing the dormant vibrator inside her. It sends a dull, wet ache through her belly and begs her to turn it on.

Is it unfair? Becca is enjoying herself. Otherwise she wouldn't be here. Right? I don't know. I don't know what to make of any of this anymore!

Stacy opens her eyes. Becca's beautiful ass is up in the air while her head is fixed between Cara's thighs.

I want you to be happy Becca. I want to please you. I am here, because that's what you wanted. I'm here, because you need me to be. I trust you...

Cara moans loudly and sits up slightly. She puts one of her nylon feet onto Becca's shoulder and pushes the girl from her soaking pussy.

"Oh god, Becca, you are such a good girl. You've got my clit so hard it's ready to burst," Cara confesses, trying to catch her breath and settle herself down.

Becca licks the juices from her lips as she smiles, proud to be making Cara happy.

Cara looks over and checks if Stacy is watching. Her face puts on a naughty, little grin when she sees that she is.

She's torturing me. But I won't let her.

Stacy forces herself to try and look like she's enjoying all of this. She can't tell if Cara is buying it though.

The woman removes her foot and allows Becca to continue feasting on her honey-filled slit.

This could go on all night. I'm already exhausted. I'm so achey and tired and I need to be let go. I need Becca! I need out of this belt!

Cara grinds her hips against the girl's adorable, young face. Both women squeaking affectionately as they fill the room with delicious lust.

"I bet you're happy to be out of that belt," Cara moans. She squeezes her tits tightly in her hands. Her bum is raised off the bed, beckoning Becca's tongue in further.

"Yes, Miss Cara!" Becca shouts, taking her mouth off of the hot, wet folds.

"I didn't ask you to speak, dear," Cara criticizes. "I need your tongue moving inside my cunt or on my clit. You can nod, or make noises if you want, but don't let yourself get distracted from your obligation."

Becca squeaks in the affirmative as she continues with the naughty act. Stacy helplessly watches her girlfriend's tongue slide up and down Miss Cara's nectarous opening.

~~~

Stacy isn't sure how much time has passed since Becca came in, but her feet are beginning to get sore from standing so long in this position. She's watched Cara climb to the edge of orgasm and hold herself back several times. Each time Becca seems to get hungrier, more ravenous with lust and an urge to send her mistress over the precipice.

Please, just cum. Just cum! Or let me cum. Please!

Stacy stops herself from screaming. She bites down on the lace lingerie. She can feel her horny slit leaking down her thighs.

Oh, Becca…

Miss Cara stops Becca again, pushing the girl back with her elegant foot.

"Don't move," Cara urges, stroking the girl's flush cheek. She sits up and get off the bed.

Stacy watches Cara curiously as the woman slowly moves around the bed to Becca's backside.

Cara bends down and inspects Becca's cute bum.

"You're a wet, little girl aren't you?" Cara purrs, deviously. She traces her fingers over Becca's damp, white panties, causing the girl to quiver.

Becca whimpers quietly in response.

Cara removes Becca's panties from her worked-up pelvis.

"Ohh, yes. So lovely," Cara moans, licking her lips. "Stay right there, don't move an inch."

Cara stands up straight and brings the moist, girly underwear over to Stacy.

What is she doing?

Stacy's heartbeat quickens. She feels the heavy thud of her loins hungering for relief.

Cara puts a finger up to her lips, making sure Stacy knows to remain quiet. She smiles and holds Becca's adorable panties to Stacy's nose.

Oh god. Oh, fuck me! 

Cara slowly moves her 'shushing hand' between her legs and keeps herself on edge as she watches Stacy writhe in heat.

With Miss Cara's gorgeous flavour in her mouth and Becca's sweet, naughty aroma filling her nose, Stacy is in Heaven. She shakes in her restraints as she becomes hornier from every breath of feminine arousal she intakes.

Oh Becca! Your sweet, little pussy! I love you! I want to please you. I'd do anything for your mouth and lips right now. I want to taste you!

Cara notices Stacy beginning to lose control and pulls Becca's sweet perfume from her face.

No! Becca… Becca, I need you.

Cara brings the adorable girl's undies to her own nose and smells them with a delighted smile. She walks back to Becca and gives her a light spank, startling the girl.

Becca growls with sexual need. Cara lies back down, grabs the blindfolded Becca by the hair and makes her get to work on her luscious sex, once again.

Will this ever end? I can't stand this any more!

Stacy is tantalized and frustrated by the noises her little Becca is making licking and slurping at Cara's loins. Stacy would give anything to be in Cara's place right now.

She feels herself becoming confused further by her contradictory thoughts and feelings. Is she more upset at the fact Becca is with another woman? Or that she isn't there experiencing it all next to her?

I am with her, in a sense. I'm right here, watching over her, being turned on by her. My Becca, my sweet girlfriend.

The taste of Cara's cunt meanders through her mouth again. It brings her mind quickly back to the smell of Becca's cute pussy from a moment ago.

Oh god I want her. Becca!

Stacy leans forward and is quickly reminded that her wrists are locked to the wall behind her. Her tight, honey pot swells and aches as she watches her girlfriend's ass peek out from the sexy, plaid skirt. She feels moist and frustratingly tantalized inside her locked belt. The tight metal strap seems to lock the heat in and cause her slit to remain humid indefinitely.

Across from Stacy, on the bed, Becca keeps licking. She buries her fingers inside the moaning Miss Cara.

Stacy feels the smooth, round toy come violently to life inside her. She has to stop herself from screaming as her cunt tightens around it hungrily.

Oh god this feels amazing. Too good! I'm going to cum so fast! How am I so close already?

The belt, the collar, the restraints and the toy inside her, it's all constantly keeping Stacy brimming with sexual frustration. She is a submissive pet now and can't help but be captivated by all of this.

"Is your pussy feeling achey, dear?" Cara asks Becca, lovingly.

Becca squeaks and nods as she continues to lick and finger Cara's deliciousness.

"You may use your other hand to play with your naughty, little slit then, if you'd like," Cara allows, petting the young woman's head. "Enjoy yourself, but you better not cum." She turns her head and gives Stacy a very stern look, as if to say 'that goes for you as well'.

Oh god! I can't stop myself though! What am I supposed to do?

Stacy watches Becca flutter her fingers under her skirt as she tongue-fucks Miss Cara.

"Yes! Becca! Good girl!" Cara shouts. She rolls her hips up and down, clearly enjoying every second of Becca's work. "Keep those fingers right there! Yes!" Her beautiful nylon-covered legs stretch out into the air as her body begins to reach its aroused limits.

Stacy gets hornier by the second, but can't look away. She begins imagining herself in behind Becca, smelling and sampling her girlfriend's pussy. She fantasizes about unbuckling Becca's black shoes and licking the toes inside.

"Keep going, sweetie. Make me cum as you finger your naughty hole!" Cara urges, loudly.

I can't! I can't stop myself!

Becca squirms and pants like an animal. She's wild with lust as she pleasures Cara's cunt. Her fingers wiggle frantically on her own, desperate pussy.

Stacy's insides swell and drip as she's pushed precariously close to the edge.

I'm going to cum! And Cara will punish me and take Becca away! 

Stacy's whole body starts to contort and bend. Her wildly sensitive glands demand release. She bites down on Cara's moist panties. They taste more alluring and potent than ever.

Oh fuck!

The heavy bouquet of beautiful pussy pushes Stacy to her limit. She feels completely helpless as her horny urges cause her to heave and writhe.

Miss Cara quickly turns the vibrator off.

No! Yes! Oh god… 

"Ohh, lick me! Lick me, Becca!" Cara demands. "Push me over the edge, dear. Use that perfect, pink tongue inside my juicy cunt. Make me seep nectar all over you lips!"

Stacy almost screams from the surge of discomfort she experiences from the denied orgasm. She's slightly relieved not to have broken Cara's rule, but her horny, restrained body is in agony.

Cara's legs encircle Becca's head as she lifts her ass into the air.

"I'm cumming!" Cara screams, almost maliciously. She then falls silent as her body fills with immense pleasure.

Becca whines loudly into the spasming cunt. She quickly removes her hand from her own throbbing lips, to stop herself from orgasming.

Stacy helplessly watches Cara grind and gush on her girlfriend's beautiful face.

"You, good girl!" Cara gasps, squeezing her nipples as waves of lightning bliss rip through her body. "Lick me! Lick me! Naughty, little girl! Use that tongue in my cunt. Harder!"

Becca continues to squirm between Cara's tightening things, keeping her fingers and tongue in just the right spots.

Stacy can feel nothing but aching desire and a sharp twinge of jealousy.

Cara shudders as her intense, gripping orgasm comes to a slow, luscious end.

Becca carefully slides her fingers from the woman's fully engorged, sopping lips and hungrily licks them clean.

~~~

Becca purrs between Cara's legs. Her body quivers as she whimpers little moans, clearly exhausted and horny. Miss Cara pulls Becca up to her face and kisses her, long and slow. She lovingly wraps her arms around her, almost protectively.

"Good girl. You're such a sweet, little kitten," Cara praises, gently kissing along Becca's neckline. "You give me such wonderful sensations and my pussy has never been happier. The feeling of orgasming while looking down at your beautiful face between my legs, just takes my breath away, sweetheart." Cara looks into Stacy's eyes as she speaks. She lays Becca down and spoons her affectionately so they both face Stacy.

Becca moans and grinds her bum backwards into Cara's hot pelvis. She's clearly in heat and heavily under Cara's sensual spell. Stacy knows exactly how it feels.

Cara strokes Becca's soft body. She teasingly runs her fingers up the inside of the girl's legs, just stopping short of her trembling slit.

"Would you like to sleep in my bed with me tonight?" Cara requests, seeming almost shy about asking. She runs her hand up the inside of Becca's thighs until she feels the girl's warm, moist arousal on her fingers. "We can play together and I can perhaps, treat your little pussy to an orgasm… or two," Cara says, trying to sweeten the deal.

This isn't fair!

Becca opens her knees up slightly, begging Cara's fingers to enter her dripping canal. But Cara doesn't, she teases the outside of Becca's lips, waiting for an answer.

"Thank you, Miss Cara," Becca squeaks, seeming delighted. She fights the urge to hold Cara's hand in place and fuck herself with it. "But, I was hoping I could sleep in my bed with Stacy tonight?"

Cara's hand freezes on Becca's pink, engorged lips. The woman is obviously taken aback slightly, but she recovers quickly.

"Of course, it is her first night here with us. She should have some company. I know you girls haven't seen a lot of each other lately."

Becca turns her body around and rubs her cheek affectionately against Cara's plump bosom.

"Oh, thank you, Miss Cara. You're so wonderful!" Becca exclaims, burying her small body into Cara's warm curves.

"It's getting late, Becca. I'll help you back to your room," the woman states, sitting up and getting off of the bed. She seems affected by Becca's refusal. "Wash up for dinner, sweetie and afterwards, you can have free time for the rest of the night."

Miss Cara takes Becca's hand and guides her. Becca blindly follows, tip-toeing her cute body to the doorway.

Stacy watches until they disappear into the hallway. She still holds the panties in her mouth and remains silent. She can't help but feel proud of herself for 'beating' Miss Cara tonight.

A few moments go by as Stacy is once again, forced to wait. The wet, quivering walls of her pussy wail.

Ohh, how long has it been? It feels like forever.

The constant state of arousal is almost as torturous as it is exhilarating.

If she keeps teasing me like this, I'm going to lose my mind. I have to tell her that. I can't let her do this to me. Does she even know what I'm going through?

Stacy sighs heavily, high on the potent pheromones filling the room.

Of course she does. She knows exactly what she's doing. She enjoys making my pussy ache like this. Making me want to beg and whine for her to pleasure me. She loves the sight of me dripping, doesn't she? She lives for it. She loves making me tremble and yearn for pussy. What's happening to me? I can't even control my own thoughts half the time. I only think about sex and naughty, dirty things. I just want to be with my girlfriend. 

Stacy imagines Becca right now, probably in a warm shower, cleaning her tight, gorgeous, little body.

Miss Cara reenters the bedroom.

She better let me out, or let me orgasm, right now!

But, Miss Cara doesn't seem to notice Stacy at all. She completely ignores her as she wanders the room, tidying her bed a little and picking Becca's panties up off the floor.

Oh, come on!

Stacy thinks about making a noise in protest, but decides against it.

Finally, Miss Cara finishes fussing about and puts on a brave face.

"You were a good girl tonight, Stacy, I'm proud of you," Cara admits, elegantly floating towards her captive. "It turned me on quite a bit, watching you there, struggling and yearning for what I was getting. But you were silent. I'm sure that was not easy."

Stacy doesn't dare to speak or even make a noise. She knows she has the upper hand and doesn't want to give Cara anything to leverage against her. The woman's musk sits on her tongue, constantly reminding her who she's serving.

Cara unhooks Stacy's wrists from the wall.

"After dinner you can have free time with Becca. You two can do what you'd like," Cara explains, almost seeming hurt, like she's been jilted.

She slowly removes her underwear from Stacy's mouth and tosses it in the laundry bin next to her.

Stacy moves her tongue around freely. She didn't mind having the panties in her mouth and almost feels herself missing them.

"We can do what we'd like?" Stacy asks, trying to make Cara jealous. She can't help herself.

"Yes, it's your own time. I'm not some slave-driver," Cara scoffs, almost giggling. "Of course, you aren't to have an orgasm."

No! She can't do this!

Stacy thinks about throwing a tantrum. Her emotional stability is a little fragile right now. Her tight, throbbing insides scream for relief.

Calm down Stacy, just give her what she wants. She wants you to grovel. Give her something. Really sell it.

"Miss Cara, I'm a bad little girl, and my horny cunt is aching for an orgasm. I'm begging you to please, please give me permission to cum."

The words feel filthy as they leave Stacy's mouth, but she means every one of them.

Cara's face is stern. She sees through Stacy's act and doesn't seem too pleased.

"Don't think you can manipulate me, Stacy. You're way out of your league and will just make things worse for yourself," Cara explains, coldly. "You are wearing that belt so you can't have your pussy fingered or play with that greedy, little clit of yours."

"But, Miss Cara, please? What if I can find a way to cum while wearing the belt somehow?" Stacy pleads, feeling panic set in.

"You don't have my permission to cum. If you have an orgasm without my permission, I'm done with you. You can leave, and Becca won't be going with you."

Wow, she's being a bitch. She's just being difficult like this on purpose, because she's jealous. She's petty!

Cara is visibly upset, but tries to hide it. She looks like she regrets the threat she just made, but remains silent.

Just relax, Stacy. She's acting like this because you're getting the best of her. Just be good a little longer, make her respect you and you'll get everything you want.

"I'm sorry, Miss Cara. You're right. I shouldn't have begged you like that," Stacy admits, genuinely. She looks Cara in the eyes, confidently, but humbled. "May I please go outside then, Miss Cara?" She tries to sound as submissive as possible.

"Yes, why?" Cara inquires, seeming a little curious.

"I like to go running."

Cara smiles at this, a little surprised, even impressed.

"Of course, dear," she permits. "Just, well, be careful. It's getting dark out."

~~~

Stacy runs through the refreshing evening air. She didn't eat much for dinner, she wasn't very hungry. The only thing she craves is sex. Her mind and body are being trained and focused on arousal and excitement and anticipating pleasure.

Stacy runs harder, which is made difficult by the belt around her waist and pelvis. It's uncomfortably tight and rubs her hip bones as she jogs, but she can handle it.

She's wearing Becca's shorts, since she didn't know to bring any clothes herself. But Becca has a full wardrobe to share with her, so she doesn't worry much about it.

The night air is cool but perfect for running. Stacy loves jogging through the darkness. It makes her feel like she's fast and could go forever.

As she methodically puts one leg in front of the other, her mind wanders to her current life situation. She thinks about Becca and how much her heart yearns for her. How she feels like she's truly in love for the first time in her life. In love with someone who seems to understand her and respect her and care about her on a level she didn't think was possible.

Stacy pushes herself harder. Her heart races and her skin begins to perspire. She knows her only hope of keeping her sanity over the weekend is to relax her aching sex organs.

Mile after mile, Stacy runs her muscles raw, trying to quiet her pent-up arousal. She hopes she can exhaust herself enough to quell her the nagging desires in her belly.

She quickens her pace again, causing her lungs to sear. She pushes herself to the edge, trying to prove to herself that she can endure what's to come.

~~~

Stacy gets back inside the house and Becca is there to greet her. She's holding a freshly folded towel and some clothes.

"Hiya," she sings, excitedly. "You were gone a long time, I was getting a little worried."

"I'm sorry, hun. I really, really needed to relax. Blow off some steam, or something," Stacy explains, smiling.

Becca puts the pile of fabric down on the staircase and kisses Stacy on the lips, hard.

"Oh, careful, I'm all sweaty," Stacy warns, scrunching her face and retreating slightly.

Becca smiles, mischievously and grabs Stacy around the waist. She pulls her tightly against her body and begins kissing Stacy's neck. She slowly licks the salty beads of sweat from Stacy's skin, making little noises as she goes.

"Oh, Becca, you're turning me on, hun," Stacy whines, almost out of breath.

"Oh," Becca murmurs, slightly confused. She remembers Stacy is wearing the chastity belt. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry!"

Stacy can't help but laugh.

She's as clueless as I am sometimes.

"Here, I got you a towel for your shower and there's some cozy jammies to put on afterwards," Becca explains, pointing to the stuff on the stairs. "I can't wait to spend the night with you. I mean, it's going to be our first real night together!"

Becca bounces on her little feet as she tries to contain her excitement. Stacy brushes some hair out of her face and giggles.

"Thanks, Becca. I'm really looking forward to it too," Stacy gleams. She goes to pick up her towel and clothes.

"Oh, don't forget to put your collar back on. Miss Cara won't like it if she sees you without it," Becca cautions, bringing Stacy back to reality a little.

Oh right, I took it off for my run.

Becca waves a cute little goodbye and runs up to her room. Stacy helplessly watches the girl's bum bounce up the stairs.

~~~

The hot water pours over Stacy's neck, washing away the day's stress.

It's a beautiful stone shower, with several racks full of delightful smelling soaps, shampoos, conditioners, moisturizers and cleansers. The faucet even has a detachable head, which Stacy makes sure to use.

She inspects the belt as she sprays it with hot water. The holes at the bottom are big enough for water to easily get in and same with the large opening for her behind.

This isn't as difficult as I thought it would be, at least...

~~~

After the shower, Stacy stands in the luxurious bathroom, surrounded by steam.

Mmm, this feels so much better.

She's already looking forward to her next shower as she thoroughly dries herself off. She goes to put on her nighttime outfit.

Oh my, she's such a girly girl.

The pajamas Becca picked out are very cute. Stacy laughs to herself as she pulls the soft, baby-blue bottoms up over her belt. The matching top feels even softer against her warm, tired body. The thin, white socks feel fluffy and comfortable as they're pulled over her ankles.

Does Becca own anything that doesn't have something frilly on it?

Stacy giggles as she fingers the cute decorative lace around the top of the socks. She likes the way they make her slender feet look.

Finally, she picks up her collar and fastens it around her neck. She stares at herself in the foggy mirror, trying to make sure it's on properly. Suddenly, everything freezes for a moment.

What am I doing? This is all so surreal; in a strange house, wearing my new girlfriend's clothes, a leather collar around my neck.

But, Stacy doesn't feel freaked out at all. If anything, it all feels surprisingly normal to her, or at least, like something she's excited to be doing.

~~~

Stacy leaves the bathroom and crosses the carpeted hallway to Becca's room. She quickly peers down at Miss Cara's door. It's shut, but light shines out from under it.

She opens up Becca's door and scurries inside.

The room is dark, but the moonlight shines through the window illuminating everything with a faint blue tint. Becca is sitting in bed, under the covers. She has the sheets folded over on the other side of her, inviting Stacy to get in.

Stacy approaches the bed and feels herself brimming with an almost childlike excitement. Becca is in all pink pjs of a similar style to Stacy's. They seem to have little animals on them, but Stacy can't make them out in the light. Becca's dark, golden hair seems to glow as it falls over her shoulders.

"Hi," Becca whispers. Her lips tremble from being so happy and nervous.

"Hi," Stacy replies, even quieter. The girls just stare into each other's eyes for a moment.

Is this really happening? Do I really get to finally just be with her?

"I, umm, didn't know what side of the bed you would like, so we can switch if you want," Becca offers, timidly.

Stacy shakes her head, still unable to stop smiling. She takes a deep breath and climbs under the sheets.

Ohh…

The first thing Stacy notices is Becca's angelic smell. The girl's hair and skin seem to be bathed in beauty and flowers. She smells like heaven and love.

Becca's little sock-covered feet find Stacy's beneath the sheets and immediately begin a little game of footsies.

"Oh, Becca… you make me so happy. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe you're real," Stacy whispers. Her heart aches in her chest and she feels like crying.

Becca's arms wrap around her and the two of them cuddle tightly, trying to be as close as physically possible.

~~~

An hour or two goes by and neither of them feel like sleeping. Their hands never stop moving; they explore and caress constantly as the girls talk, excited to learn more about each other.

Becca giggles and kisses Stacy again. As soon as their lips touch, both girls seem overcome with an immense emotional weight. Stacy exhales deeply, trying to settle her body down.

Being so close to Becca for so long is intense.

"I feel like I could stay here forever," Stacy confesses, interlocking her fingers with Becca's.

"Me too," Becca giggles. She pauses and becomes serious as she looks into Stacy's eyes. "I love having you here with me."

"Becca, you're everything I've always wanted," Stacy whimpers. Her heart hurts as she's lost in her girlfriend's gaze. "Why do you need her?"

Becca hides her face in the pillow, ashamed.

"It's not like that. I don't know. It's hard to explain and it's been so long, I'm not even sure anymore. I mean, it's not like I 'need' her," Becca explains.

"Well, she sure seems to think you need her. She seems to truly believe that," Stacy argues.

Becca retreats a little further. Stacy pulls her back into her arms.

"Miss Cara, she…" Becca mumbles, hesitantly before Stacy jumps in.

"She seems to want nothing but to control you. Becca, is she really helping you?"

Becca sighs, deeply. Her whole body seems to sag with a burdening weight.

Stacy's never quite seen Becca in this way before. She waits patiently for her girlfriend to speak.

"Miss Cara is a complicated lady," Becca explains, taking time to choose the right words. "Several years ago, even a few before I met her, I think she was married. She's never spoken to me about it directly, but I've kind of pieced some things together over time." Becca cuddles up a little closer to Stacy, enjoying her softness as she whispers. "I think she really loved her husband. When he died, I don't think she knew what to do with herself. She swore she'd never be with another man. I think… that's her way of staying true to him, you know?"

Stacy is silent. She thinks about her time with Cara and how the woman carries herself.

That poor woman…

"I think she loves having the company," Becca continues, her eyes wide open. "I think she loves the affection and pleasure she gets from me. She needs it so badly, I think. And in this way, she doesn't have to feel like she's betraying him."

"I… I had no idea," Stacy mumbles.

"Neither did I, hun. A few months ago, I heard her crying in her room. She pretended it never happened though. She never would, not to me anyways." Becca becomes quiet as she reflects.

I can't believe it. No wonder she's so threatened by me wanting to take Becca away from her.

"But, now you're here with me," Becca says, smiling and perking up. "And we get to give her our affection together!" Becca buries her head into the nook between Stacy's arm and breast.

Stacy doesn't say anything. She doesn't know what to say. She just strokes Becca's soft hair and tries to keep everything in perspective.

Fatigue from the incredibly long and arousing day sets in. Stacy closes her eyes and feels the pulsing heat of her clit under the tight metal of the chastity belt. It doesn't bother her as much as usual though, if anything, it reminds her how faithful she's been to Becca and how much she's willing to do for her.

She hears Becca's cute breath become methodical as the perfect girl drifts off to sleep.

With her, I'm home. Wherever I am…

~~~

Stacy's body pulls her from a light sleep. She quickly notices the nagging discomfort of her unsatisfied vagina before her eyes even open. The sun has barely just come up and the room is still dark.

Becca purrs against Stacy's arm. The beautiful, young woman barely makes a noise as she sleeps.

Stacy tries to adjust herself, hoping to lessen her internal unease. She can't seem to escape how tight and damp her pussy feels. The perverse urges emanating from between her legs start to make her distressed.

She tosses and turns some more, hoping to alleviate the moist pressure building inside her. The commotion wakes Becca up.

"Hey, everything okay?" Becca mumbles before yawning.

"I'm sorry, Becca. I didn't mean to wake you up," Stacy apologizes.

"Awe, I don't mind. I get to be with you more then."

"It's just, I feel so tight and well," Stacy pauses, figuring out how to phrase her thoughts.

Ugh, this is embarrassing.

"I feel wet. Very wet and achey. I don't think I can go back to sleep like this," Stacy confesses, blushing a little. "How did you ever manage being in the belt so long?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, hun," Becca whispers, waking up a little. She kisses Stacy on the cheek lovingly and begins running her fingers through her girlfriend's hair. "It gets less intense over time, in a way. You just have to kind of embrace it."

"That's impossible!" Stacy scoffs, taking some deep breaths in a futile attempt to relax her pent-up frustrations.

"I know it seems that way, but–"

Stacy pushes Becca onto her back and wiggles herself down the girl's body.

"What are you doing?" Becca blurts, confused and slightly sleepy still.

Stacy undoes the little bow around the waist of Becca's pajama bottoms.

"I can't help it. I just want to touch you. I want to smell you, feel you, taste you," Stacy whispers, seemingly possessed by her naughty desires. "I might as well put all of this arousal to some good use, hmm?" Stacy moans.

"No, but, Stacy…" Becca whimpers, trying to protest. She's not very convincing.

Stacy focuses all of her pent-up energy on her lust for Becca.

I'm going to do everything to her sweet, little body. Since I have to ache with need, I'm going to make her ache with pleasure.

Stacy presses her nose to the front of Becca's PJs. The cute girl's aroma smells like young, innocent desire.

"You're my sweet girlfriend. Everything that makes you happy, makes me happy too. We're one in the same," Stacy declares, softly. She pulls Becca's bottoms down past her hips.

Becca's sparse, little patch of bunny hair lures Stacy's mouth below it.

"Oh, Stacy. You're too good to me," Becca whines, already feeling the intense, warm heat pulsing between her legs. "I promise, I'll get Miss Cara to have you cum today. I swear I'll do everything I can to convince her. I'll make sure!"

Before Stacy indulges in Becca's sweet, tender lips, she climbs back up to her face. Both girls are breathing heavily from the relentless excitement and anticipation.

Becca grabs Stacy and holds her as close as she can, so every inch of their bodies touch. They cuddle together, wrapped tightly in each other's arms. The warm sun breaches the window above their bed.

I never want to let go of you. I'd do anything to make you happy...

"I love you, Becca. You know that, right?"

Becca looks Stacy in the eyes with complete happiness. Her mouth falls into a frown as she tries not to cry. Stacy giggles at Becca's reaction.

"Stacy, I–" Becca whimpers, trying to catch her breath. She smiles brightly as tears pool in her eyes.

A knock on the door startles the girls from their intimate moment.

Miss Cara enters the room. She's already dressed in a very sexy, cream-coloured morning gown. She holds something in her hands behind her back.

"Good morning, darlings," Cara says with a smile. "This is going to be a very fun and interesting weekend, isn't it?"

Stacy feels incredibly disturbed. She desperately wants to hear what Becca was going to say.

Becca struggles to pull her pajama bottoms back over her pelvis.

Stacy sits up in the bed and waits to see how Becca reacts to the situation. She can't ignore how turned on she is and just the sight of Cara is making her pulse race. The metal strap against her slit is warm and wet.

Yes, it is going to be interesting.

Cara brings her arms out in front of her and presents two leather leashes.

"Are you girls ready to play?"

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