She texted me the next day. Direct and to the point.

Loved our “conversation.” Looking forward to seeing you again in class on Thursday.

Email addy, please.

I replied immediately.

Me too. Can’t stop thinking about you. Promise to be on time. AmyCJansen2004@gmail.

All of which was the truth. I had loved meeting her and our “conversation.” And I looked forward to… whatever was going to happen.

No orgasms btwn now and then. Understood?

That would be hard. But I really did want to be a good girl for her.

Yes. What should I call you? I feel weird calling you Inga.

Inga in public. When we are alone call me Miss. See you soon, baby girl.

I tested it out. Miss. Not Miss Inga. Just Miss. It felt right. It also made me a little wet. It was going to be a long week of anticipating. A long orgasm-less week. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had told her… what made it even worse, was what she sent me via email. A file. Obviously taken off her phone. Of me. The one she’d taken. Our entire conversation. I couldn’t stop myself from watching it. Huge mistake. It left me so turned on I could hardly think straight. She’d said no orgasms. Never said I couldn’t touch myself. So I did. Edged myself throughout the day. And that night, under the covers, while my roommate slept. Self-torture, really. I was going to be a mess by Thursday. I thought she wouldn’t mind though.

*

I’d been right. I was a mess. I’d spent the week in a constant state of arousal, wondering what was really going to happen. Nothing. At least not on Thursday. Not in the classroom. Not with her mother there.

Maybe later though? I know what I wanted to happen. I wanted to fuck. Was that all? No. Not if I was honest. My imagination spun out of control. Was she going to tie me up? Spank me? I tried not to think too much about what else we’d talked about.

I was pretty sure nothing would come of it. Didn’t mean it wasn’t in the back of my mind the entire time. At night I’d crawl into bed, pull the covers over me and replay the video. Listening to it through my earbuds until I was crazy with lust. Not that I could do anything about it. I was surprised my roomie hadn’t said anything. Yet. I mean, the scent of overheated pussy had to be obvious…

That Thursday, I put on the same pair of pink panties and bra that I’d worn to her party under a modest skirt and blouse. And a sweater. By the time class started I was already damp. By the time it was over my nipples were swollen and aching. I stayed late, as always. And, as always, she came to take her mom out to lunch. Only it wasn’t just her mom she was visiting.

“Hi, Amy,” she said, giving me a playful smile as she paused next to my seat.

“Hi,” I managed shyly, aware of Professor Booth’s curious glance at the exchange.

“Text you after lunch. See you later. Babygirl. Oh, and you wear skirts well. Maybe make it a habit.”

“Okay… Miss,” I answered quietly, my pulse suddenly racing and my pussy responding inconveniently. I hurried out before it became an issue, wishing I could duck into a restroom and fingerfuck myself until I came.

*

She texted, as promised. A simple message that got my heart racing again.

Friday night. 7pm. 233 Cherry Lane #23.

Fuck.

*

I took her words to heart. I had several skirts. That night, though, I went shopping at the mall. There were some trendy stores there that catered to girls my age. I picked out three pleated mini-skirts.  White. Red. And purple and black plaid. I picked up a couple of blouses that were purposefully a little snug. On a whim, I also picked up a belly-baring black see-through top. Not something I would wear in public but I thought Inga would appreciate it.

Unsure what her invitation was about I nervously changed my mind about what to wear several times. Finally, I decided on the white skirt and one of the new tops. A short-sleeved royal blue blouse that buttoned up the back. Thankfully Maggie was out with friends so I didn’t have to answer any questions about my plans. I took my time painting my nails to match the top, put on a pair of white heels, and called for an Uber. I got there a little early, eager not to be late, and rang the bell, standing nervously on her front porch.

She lived in a nice part of town in a small townhouse. Nothing fancy. I hoped it meant she didn’t have a roommate.

“Hi, Amy. Come in.”

I came in. She took my coat and then paused, looking me over.

“You look nice, baby girl.”

“Thank you. Miss,” I replied, shyly.

So did she. Casual, but still nice. Hip-hugging jeans and a black blouse. And boots. Black leather, adding another three inches to her height so she towered over me. I didn’t mind, though. Not in the least.

“Go sit in the living room. I’ll pour us something to drink.”

I sat. It was tastefully decorated without looking stiff. A stereo. TV. Shelves with knick-knacks and books on them. Some art, some of it borderline erotic. Some framed photos on the walls. Family shots. Some of her. I took particular note of a few of a girl’s volleyball team, picking her out easily. I wondered how many of them she’d fucked with a wry smile… and then I noticed the girl to her right. My sister Julie. I knew she’d played on the team, but I hadn’t put two and two together. Until now, that is…  Fuck. She’d said she knew Julie. I thought she was teasing.  My pulse was racing, my hands shaking. That’s when she chose to join me.

“I said sit, Amy,” she chided me casually, but I took the hint and sat on the couch, my heart still pounding. More of a love seat, really. She set a glass of rose’ down on the coffee table in front of me. Then took a seat herself, her hip pressing against mine. I felt my pulse flaring again. Just her mere presence had me undone.

“How was your week?” she asked, sipping her wine. I did likewise, trying to calm myself while searching for words to describe it, finally setting on the truth.

“Frustrating.”

“Oh?”

“I wanted to… get myself off pretty much every moment of every day.”

“And did you?”

Blushing, I shook my head. “No. You told me I had to be a good girl, so…”

That earned me a smile.

“And did you listen to my gift?”

“Every night before bed. That was when it was worst. When I couldn’t help not… touching myself. When I had to stop myself from… coming.

She laughed and rested her hand on my thigh just below the hem of my very short skirt, her fingers stroking my suddenly quivering flesh absently.

“And now?”

“I’m… wet. And horny. Have been since I left the dorm. Getting dressed, actually.”

“Good. We’re going to watch a movie. Sort of,” she told me enigmatically. Sort of?  “It might help. First, let’s talk a little. I have some questions. Remember the rules, Amy?”

“The rules?” I asked, a little mystified.

“Truthful, honest answers only is one. And another is only good girls get to come.”

“Oh. Yes. I remember. I hadn’t realized they were… rules.”

“Silly girl. Of course they are.” I felt her fingers pushing my skirt up a little. An inch, perhaps. Lust flared inside of me. I knew that my panties were going to be more than damp if she kept this up. Taking a deep breath I did my best not to think too much about what she was doing. It was impossible, though.

“Have you ever watched bdsm porn?”

“I… Oh.” The question took me by surprise.  “Some. Yes?”

“You sound unsure, baby girl.”

There it was again. The phrase seemed to throw me into a submissive state of mind. The term ‘conditioning’ suddenly came to mind. Not that it mattered.

“Yes. A few times.”

“What did you think?”

“The first time… Fuck. I had the house to myself. I used a vibrator and came like crazy for a couple of hours.”

“And there were other times?” She’d leaned over, her chin brushing my shoulder, her face close enough that I could feel her breath against my ear, her words soft. Meant only for me.

“Several. Those were more… frustrating.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. A lot of searching.  Found a few I really liked, but mostly I like the stories are so much better.”

“Stories?”

“Yeah. I found a site that had stories on it. Like hardcore bondage stories and… incest stories. The kind I could put myself into. I liked those a lot better.”

“What were your favorites?”

“The ones where the girls were seduced and tied up, unwillingly, and then… fucked.”

“Just like you want to be?”

“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly, her fingers sneaking up under the hem of my skirt, closer and closer to my pussy. My soaking wet pussy.”

She nodded and kissed my ear, her tongue trailing along my lobe until I was shivering with lust, her fingers stroking the front panel of my panties. I’d picked out a pastel blue pair this time. They were already a mess. Unable to help myself I spread my legs, giving her better access. I felt like such a slut and I liked the feeling.

“I told you we were going to watch a movie. You’ve seen this before. Parts of it…”

The television flickered to life. The image was very familiar. Me. Her video. The one I had been obsessing about all week.

"Tell me yours, Amy. Your deepest. Darkest. Secrets. Tell me. Let me help. Maybe you want to fuck your daddy. Is that it? Is that your secret perversion? Incest? Late at night, you fuck yourself imagining it’s your daddy? His cock buried in his slutty little daughter’s cunt? Treating you like his whore. Is that it?”

 “No.”   

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not. Honest.”

“What about your brother? A sister? Have you ever imagined sucking your brother’s cock? Going down on your sister?”

“My brother? Eww. No!”  

“Sister then?”

“I… no.”  

“You hesitated. You sure?”

 “No. I’m not sure. Maybe?”

“Maybe?”

“I was a little drunk. I had to pee. I walked in on her. She was naked She was so sexy.”

“What happened afterwards?”

 “I apologized and went to my room.”

“What’s her name, Amy?”

“J-Julie.”

“Thinking of her? Thinking of Julie

“Yes,” I whispered, blushing.

“How did it make you feel?”

“Weird. Guilty, I guess.”

“What happened then? You masturbated thinking about her?”

“Yes.”

 “Did you come?”

“Yes.”

“Was that the only time?”

“I…  Yes.”

 “Are you thinking about her now, Amy?”

 “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”  

 “It wasn’t the only time, was it, Amy. Tell me about the other times.”

 “I can’t.”  

“Oh, so it was more than that one night.”  

“No.”  

“I don’t believe you. The truth, Amy. Remember? What do you think about, late at night? What makes you come the hardest? What secrets have you never ever shared with anyone?”

 “I can’t.”

“What if I told you that I would let you come if you tell me. As a reward for being a good girl.”

“I…”

“Tell me. Trust me, it will feel good to finally tell someone else.”

“Please don’t make me?”

“I won’t make you. But I think you want to. You want to tell me something that you’re ashamed of. Something nasty. Something forbidden.”

“Something filthy. Something wicked.”

“I… I think about…”

“What do you think about? What don’t you want to tell me?”

“Her tying me up.”  

“Louder, baby girl. For the camera. Say it.”  

“Her tying me up.”  

“Who tying you up?”

“Her.”  

“Say her name, Amy. I want to hear it.”

“Julie. I want Julie to tie me up.”  

“And who is Julie?”

“My… my sister.”

Another image, this time the woman is… fucking her ass. The blonde girl. And she’s… she starts to come. I can tell. Her whole body is shaking. She’s crying out, begging for it. I can hear the desperate need in her voice. And then… she comes. It’s beautiful. Glorious. So fucking hot. I imagine that I’m her. That it’s me tied to the bench. That it’s me getting used by my sister…

“Good girl. Now, tell me more about your dirty little fantasy. Tell me.”

“I think about being tied down on my bed. Helpless.”

“Is anyone else there?”

“Yes. A… woman…”

“Not just any woman, is she.”

“No. My… sister.”

“Say her name, baby girl.”

“Julie.”

I watched in horror as I confessed my deepest darkest secrets to her while letting her fuck me with her fingers…

“Go on.  What happens next?”

“She’s… wearing a strap on…”

 “Describe it”

“It looks real. And it’s big. Too big.”

“And then what?”

“She…  gets on top of me. I struggle. Beg. It doesn’t matter. I’m tied down. She starts to fucks me. It hurts and I hate it, at first, and then… I stop hating it.”

“You want your sister to fuck you like that for real, don’t you.”

“No! It’s a fantasy. That’s all. I would never-“

“Never?” she interrupted. Not even for me?”

“I…”  

“What if I told you I could make that happen? What if I told you I know Julie? That we’re friends. Would you let her fuck you like that?”

“No.”

“Not even for me?”  

“Maybe?”  

“Try again, slut.”  

“Yes?”  

“Good girl.”  

“So… what do you say?”

“Say?”  

“Tell me what you want, Amy. Tell me exactly what you want me to make happen. Not just a fantasy. For real.”

“No. I can’t.”  

“Yes you can, baby girl.”

“I need…”  

I was breathing so hard I could barely hear myself on the video as I went farther and farther down the rabbit hole, my pussy leaking down the inside of my thighs…

“Yes?”

“I need to…”

“Come?”

“Yes.”  

“You promised!”

“That was before I knew your dirty little secret. That was before I knew what you really wanted.”

“What do you mean?”

“You want the fantasy to become reality, don’t you, baby girl?”

“No!” I protested.

“Don’t lie to me. Tell me.”

“I… I don’t know.”  

“Tell me.”  

“I… Yes?”

“Yes, what?”

“I want… that.”

“Tell me, baby girl.”  

“I want to be tied down… I want Julie to tie me down. I want to be helpless to escape. To… do anything.  And I want to be… I want her… I want her to fuck me…”

“Just fuck you?”

“I want her to use me like a slut.”  

“Use your pussy?”

“Yes. Please.”

“What else.”

“Make me… suck her strap-on. Her… cock?”

“Kinky. What about your ass, Amy?”

“If… she… you… want.”

“Tell me.”

“Fuck me in the ass. If you want that too.”

The video suddenly stops.

“What do you think?” Inga asks, pausing to push my skirt up all the way up to my waist, revealing my soaking wet panties.

“Fuck,” was all I could say as she took my hand and guided it to my cunt.

“Go ahead. No orgasms. At least not yet. I want to capture this on video too…”

She had her phone with her. Of course she did. She took a seat on the coffee table so she could get a better view of me, I guess, and hit record.

“Go ahead, baby girl. Show me.”

This time, I took a moment to lift myself off the couch and peel my panties down around my thighs. My pussy glistened. I’d started shaving it when I was sixteen so it was smooth. And wet.

Taking my time, I parted my lips for her. My pussy lips, although my other lips were parted too. I was panting with lust.

“Good girl,” she remarked, gifting me with another smile.

“Now tell me what you’re thinking of right now.”

I closed my eyes, dredging up an image. Of me. Wearing a pair of powder blue panties and a bra. And a collar. A plain leather collar encircled my throat, adorned with a small metal tag with my name engraved on it.

I was standing in a dim room. Alone. No, not alone. There was a woman. Inga. She was dressed in leather and wore a mask. And she was holding the end of a leash. The other end was attached to my leash…

I told her. 

“Hot. Go on.”

I started playing with my clit, aware that I was being filmed. I wondered if she would send me a copy like that last one. I hoped so. I went on, sharing the images in my thoughts with her.

“You buckle cuffs around my wrists. Leather ones. My ankles too. There’s a… chain hanging from an overhead beam.”

I let out a raspy moan. It was almost too much. I stopped playing with my clit and started caressing my pussy lips with my fingers, stroking slowly.

“You attach them to the chain so that they’re raised above my head. I can turn, but I can’t move more than a few steps. And I can’t free myself.”

“How does that feel?”

“A… little scary? I’m helpless, I mean, but… god, I’m also turned on, wondering what’s going to happen next.”

“And what does happen next?”

“You…. Take a spreader bar… attach it to the ankle cuffs. My legs are spread now. I can’t close them.”

“I have one, by the way.”

“Have one?”

“A spreader bar. I have a few toys you might find interesting. I’ll show you sometime.”

“Oh,” was all I could say. I felt warm all over. Warm with arousal. I was so fucking turned-on masturbating for her while relating my fantasy…

“Keep talking, baby girl.”

I took a deep breath. “I… you open a door and... Julie steps into the room.”

I felt a touch upon the back of my head. Startled, I opened my eyes. She’d left her phone propped up on the coffee table and was standing behind the loveseat. Behind me. Leaning over me. Stroking my hair, brushing it to one side, baring my neck.

“I’ll have to get you a collar. Would you like that?”

“I… Yes?” I answered shakily. Unsure.

“I think you will. What happens next?”

I squeezed my eyes shut again as she began undoing the top button on the back of my blouse.

“Julie is circling me. Looking at me like… I’m not sure. Like a… just some toy to be used?”

“You reek of pussy, Amy.”

“Oh,”

Another button came undone.  It was getting harder and harder to think straight.

“Don’t stop playing with your pussy.”

I had stopped, or paused… nodding, I slipped a finger into myself, curling...