I stared at Ivy in disbelief, my eyes still adjusting to the sudden light after she removed my blindfold. Perhaps the back-to-back orgasms and the relentless onslaught from the vibrator had made me delirious. Maybe Ivy was just a figment of my imagination. I shook my head and blinked. Nope, she was still there, and my cheeks flushed at the indignity of being caught like this.

“You did all this yourself?” Ivy’s voice was laced with admiration as she looked my body up and down. “That is quite the effort!”

I’d never felt so exposed; tied naked to the bed with clamps hanging from my sensitive nipples. A sheen of sweat covered my exhausted body, and copious amounts of drool dripped slowly down my chin. Despite all this, the vibrator continued, and Ivy looked rather amused. 

How could this have happened? Ivy wasn’t meant to return until tomorrow morning. Right now, she should be in London with her friends partying the night away. Fear tightened in my chest. My heart raced. Why was I stupid enough to try this? I’d only been here a month, and now everyone was going to think I was weird and a bit of a slut.

Despite the horror taking hold of me, the vibrator stepped up again. I was powerless to do anything as my body convulsed weakly, and my over-sensitive clit started to hurt from the constant stimulation.

Ivy’s giggle made the shame rise in my chest like fire. Unbelievably, I still felt so damn turned on, even with Ivy walking in and seeing me like this. The vibrator continued to throb against me, relentlessly mocking my helplessness. I must have looked so pathetic. Suddenly, Ivy’s gaze softened, and she placed her soft hand against my cheek, instantly calming me.

“Hope,” she whispered. “Your secret is safe with me.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest, and I let out a deep breath filled with relief. I reached for the key and fiddled to find the hole to unlock my cuffs, but Ivy reached out to stop me. She leaned over where I lay, close enough that I could smell the intoxicating floral scent of her perfume, and my breath stopped in my chest.

“Now. I can help you with this, but something tells me this isn’t what you really want. Then there’s the consideration of what it is that I want, and right now, I want to kiss you. Would you like to kiss me?”

I searched Ivy’s face for any sign that she was playing a prank. The truth was that right now, I did want to kiss her. The humiliation of being caught had done nothing to dampen my desire. I’d never given too much thought to my sexuality before now; it had never been a priority. I appreciated beauty as a whole, men, women, and everyone in between. And, to me, Ivy was strikingly beautiful.

My heart thumped as Ivy leaned towards me. She gently pulled the ball gag out of my mouth, and a thin trail of drool followed behind it. I’d never seen her piercings this close before; the silver sparkling in the low light accentuated her pretty face. Her lips tenderly met mine, plump and sweet. She pulled away, checking in on me, and I leaned towards her for more.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” Ivy whispered, and I nodded eagerly. 

She kept me desperate and waiting as she looked down my body. Her hand caressed my cheek, slowly working its way down my neck until she found my breasts. With a twinkle of mischief in her eye, she gripped hold of the clamps and tugged on them, watching for my reaction as I groaned. Sharp pain shot through me, echoing the throbbing in my clit. 

“Hurt me,” I whispered pleadingly. Shocked with the words as they escaped my lips. 

“My my, you are the surprising little plaything, aren’t you?” Ivy drawled playfully.

She reached down to kiss me again, this time with more urgency as she pulled on the nipple clamps. My nipples were stretched to their limit, but I didn’t care; the touch of her lips was everything. Earlier, when I was alone, I had wondered what could have topped what I was experiencing. This was it.

I gasped as Ivy’s tongue pressed into my mouth and massaged my tongue. She was far more experienced than I was, and it showed; I was more than happy to follow her lead. Our lips parted, but she quickly found my neck, and a moan escaped me. Why did that feel so good? 

Her lips pressed against my neck, but then so did her teeth. The light electric pain made me grip onto the bed frame. 

“Please. Don’t stop,” I begged as she sucked my neck and tugged on the nipple clamps once again. I felt myself sink inside myself further than before, handing over control to Ivy; I was putty in her hands. 

Ivy climbed off the bed slowly, and I craved for her to be close again immediately. Instead, she told her Alexa to play the Enigma - Love, Sensuality, Devotion album and the room filled with its ambient, hypnotic melodies, wrapping me in a haze of tension and anticipation as I waited for her, utterly helpless.

Her body moved rhythmically to the music as she undressed. Her hand reached behind to unzip her dress, and it fell slowly to the floor. Naked, she was strikingly different from me. Tall, toned, with curves that left me unable to look away from her. Her perfect skin was decorated with tattoos, and her nipples were pierced. 

Ivy sauntered over to me, climbing atop the bed and straddling my waist. She pressed down on me, making the vibrator feel so much more intense as she rocked her hips and rubbed herself against me. The pressure was building to a familiar crescendo once more as my eyes rolled back - but Ivy caught my expression and reached to turn the vibrator off of the manual setting and onto the lowest setting to prolong the tension.

She leaned down towards me, her full, curvaceous chest pressing against my more modest breasts. The contrast made me feel achingly aware of my own body, small and fragile beneath her mighty frame. Somehow, that sense of inferiority only fuelled my arousal further. I rose to meet her lips as she made me work for it, her hand pressing down lightly on my neck to amplify her control. My pulse raced as I leaned forward, cutting off my air supply to taste her lips again. Her scent continued to intoxicate me, and a feral hunger overtook me, leaving me trembling with need.

Her kiss left me breathless and yearning for more. Instead, she leaned back and ran her fingers through her slit, which glistened in the warm light. With her other hand, she tugged on my clamps, each pull drawing a sharp gasp from my throat. She giggled at every sound I made, like I was her instrument and she was plucking the strings.

Ivy brought her fingers towards my face, and I instinctively reached forward to taste her. My lips enclosed around her fingers, and I sucked on them greedily like an addict finding their new fix. Musky and rich, her taste was intoxicating, and I wanted more. Ivy giggled when she saw me hold my tongue out, begging for more. How could I already be this needy for her?

Her eyes danced with mischief as she picked up the remote for my vibrator and pressed a button. The vibrator roared into life and buzzed on its highest power, the shocks of pleasure making my legs weak as they trembled. Barely a few seconds later, it settled on the lowest setting again, and a dull, aching need filled me.

Breathing heavily, I watched Ivy laugh as she repeated the act, enjoying the look of frustration on my face as she lowered the setting once again, all while she continued playing with herself. I could tell that she was getting off on my torment; she was loving being the puppet master.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her face, watching the way her features expressed the pure pleasure as she climbed close to release. The vibrator was turned up once again, and I tried to focus as she gripped hold of my clamps and tugged on them, stretching them to their limit. The sharp pain was delicious, and as I watched the moment she tipped herself over the edge, she ripped the clamps off my nipples and waves of pain surged through me, followed by an intense pleasure that incapacitated me. I was left writhing beneath her as she cried out in pleasure.

“Wow,” Ivy breathed, placing her hand on my chest to steady herself. “That was incredible.”

For a moment, there was a blissful silence as we looked into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t speak for Ivy, but that had been truly incredible. There was so much to process, but I was completely spent. Ivy seemed to realise how exhausted I was. She leaned down to face me, stroking my cheek with the gentlest touch to comfort me. I melted into her hand, craving the softness after so much intensity.

“Would you like some help with the handcuffs?” Ivy offered.

“Not yet,” I replied sleepily, leaning into her touch. “I think I’d like to sleep like this.”

Ivy smiled warmly and stroked my hair until I drifted off by her side.

I woke up to the pleasing smell of bacon as it sizzled in the pan. It reminded me of Sunday mornings back home when my dad would always make one for me. My whole body ached, muscles that I didn’t even know I had hurt. When I tried to move, I noticed my hands were still cuffed to the bed frame. Groaning, I eased myself up and sat leaning against the bars behind me. Memories of the night before flooded my fragile mind, from the thrill of finally managing to restrain myself for the first time to the moment of panic when Ivy walked in the door. I remember the way my heart sank as if my world was ending, and then the sudden relief as Ivy told me my secret was safe with her.

I spotted Ivy by the plug-in electric hob on the counter. She looked like an inked goddess, still naked, clearly not bothering to get dressed this morning. Her artwork seemed to accentuate her body, and I took a moment to admire it from afar. Each tattoo had been deliberately chosen to complement her alternative style, and they combined beautifully.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Ivy smirked, glancing over her shoulder at me. I quickly looked away, not wanting to make it obvious that I had just been gawking at her.

As soon as she dished up the sandwich, she carried it towards me and set it down on the bed. I noticed that she had added barbecue sauce, just the way I liked it. Thanking her, I went to remove my cuffs, but she stopped me.

“Here. Let me help,” Ivy said softly. 

Instead of unlocking my cuffs, she picked up one of the sandwiches and held it in front of my mouth. I raised an eyebrow questioningly, but the smell of the bacon was too good to ignore. Ravenous, I reached forward and took a bite. 

Ivy watched me chew with a mischievous glint in her eye, feeding me like this was clearly amusing her. She waited for me to swallow, and then raised the sandwich to my face again. Taking another bite, I let out a moan to show my approval. It tasted amazing, it was just what I needed. With the next bite, a bit of sauce dribbled down my chin, and Ivy giggled before wiping it with her finger and placing it in my mouth. I sucked the sauce off her, looking deep in her eyes. I couldn’t help myself.

“So, about last night,” Ivy said awkwardly after we had finished eating.

I didn’t know where to begin explaining that. My mind had gone through so many emotions in such a short period of time that I was still reeling from it. Both the excitement and the nervousness, followed by the exhilaration of actually experiencing it for the first time. Humiliation and fear with Ivy’s unexpected arrival, followed by relief and then surprise fun with her afterwards. 

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I thought you weren’t back until some point today.”

“I wasn’t meant to be. You can blame Beatrice for that.” Ivy’s agitation showed.

Ivy went on to explain how Beatrice took over the night she and another friend had spent a week planning. They were meant to leave earlier to arrive in time for a meal booked at a restaurant in Leicester Square, but Beatrice decided she wanted to stay at the first bar a little while longer.

I knew there was history between Ivy and Beatrice; when the college year started, they were seeing each other. She was in our dorm room every day for that first week, but something happened, and they no longer spoke to each other. In the few interactions I’d had with Beatrice, I found her to be snobby and entitled. She had wealthy parents, and she used that money to buy friendship, and people chose to follow her for the freebies.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Still, enough about me. Where the hell did last night come from?” Ivy smiled and raised an eyebrow questioningly. 

It was in that moment that I knew I trusted Ivy and told her everything. From the moment I saw that scene in the film, it had gnawed at my mind constantly. I couldn’t ignore the craving inside, growing from a simple fantasy to a crippling obsession.

“Well, your secret is safe with me, Hope,” Ivy said softly, placing her hand gently on my cheek. “I have to ask, did it turn out to be all you built it up to be?”

“So much more,” I said thoughtfully. “I can’t put into words how incredible last night was, and that was before you came back and somehow made it even better.”

Ivy’s expression changed, and I felt my stomach sink as I wondered if I had said something wrong. 

“I’m sorry about that, I’d had a few drinks before and I got carried away.”

I told her not to apologise, but she seemed to withdraw into herself a little. What was that all about?

Ivy smiled warmly at me as she unlocked my cuffs, but she wouldn’t look me in the eyes. I circled my wrists, not realising how stiff they had felt and sighed. Last night had been incredible, and I really felt a spark between us, not necessarily a romantic one, but something really clicked. It was clear that she was enjoying herself last night, but the way she acted now seemed like she regretted her actions.

I stood up and excused myself to go for a shower, feeling I should give Ivy some space. A part of me had hoped today would continue where last night left off, but that wasn’t happening. Had she only played with me because she’d had a couple of drinks? Maybe it was her way of blowing off steam after she argued with Beatrice. I wouldn’t mind. Obviously, I’d prefer she wanted to continue from last night, but if it was just a one-off, then fair enough. I just wish she’d tell me. 

Stepping into the shower, I let the warm water wash over me. I don’t regret last night, not one bit of it. As soon as I got the chance, I was planning to give it another go, whether Ivy wanted to be included or not.

Ivy was lying down listening to music when I got out of the shower. She smiled at me, but she didn’t seem ready to talk anymore. I smiled back, picked up my phone and wireless headphones with pink fluffy ears, and headed out.

The bus was busy, full of other students heading to the shopping centre. I didn’t mind too much; my headphones drowned out all the excitement, and I was able to escape to my own world. I couldn’t help relive moments from the night before. The moment the handcuffs clicked around my wrists, the realisation that I was fully restrained and at the mercy of the random onslaught from the vibrator. Then there was Ivy, and the way she took control so effortlessly, I had melted under her touch.

By the time the bus stopped near the shopping centre, my clit was throbbing for attention. I felt my cheeks flush, and I put up my hoodie to cover my face. When I left for the shopping centre, I hadn’t had any particular shop in mind, but all of a sudden, I did.

I had spotted the adult store the first time I had looked around, just outside the shopping centre, tucked away in a narrow alley. Until now, I hadn’t dared to enter; my collection had been obtained by ordering online and collecting from a pickup locker when no one was nearby. After the success of last night and my determination to dive into this rabbit hole further, I was ready.

From outside, the store looked bland and nondescript, aside from a sign hanging near the door advertising its adult nature. I had a quick look around to make sure no other students who might recognise me were walking by. It was paranoid behaviour at its finest; in reality, no one cared about little ol’ me and what I was up to.

As I opened the door, a bell rang, making me jump. I was already nervous about stepping inside; the last thing I needed was something to announce my arrival. A woman whom I’d place in her mid-twenties looked me over with a raised eyebrow suspiciously. She had long turquoise hair with a side cut, tunnel piercings in her ear and quite a few on her face as well. 

I felt it was necessary to show my identification. With my smaller-than-average height, my plain, innocent-looking face, and my near-flat chest, I could understand why the lady looked at me suspiciously. Just the other day, I’d overheard another student refer to my breasts as ‘bee stings’, which was just plain rude, not to mention hurtful.

The young woman looked amused as she checked my ID, and she waved me inside with a knowing smirk as she passed it back. Thankfully, the store was empty. I wasn’t sure I could stay in here if other people were watching what I looked at – it was bad enough that the young woman at the counter was still watching me, 

The walls were lined with all sorts of sex toys and equipment, and the faint smell of rubber filled my nostrils. Some, like the XXL dildos, were intimidating. That thing would wreck me. There was so much that I hadn’t seen before that piqued my curiosity, but I was too nervous to look properly. I had a goal when I decided to come in here, so I headed straight for the butt plugs.

There were so many to choose from: different materials, different sizes, and even some unique shapes like the fantasy selection. This was all new to me, but I knew I had to start small. The question was, what material should I go for? I imagined how each would feel and felt that throbbing return between my legs. It wouldn’t surprise me if a damp spot had formed in my panties. I needed to hurry and get back before I got too excited.

As tempting as the polished glass and sleek steel options looked, I settled on a small silicone plug. Its base was set with a fake pink gem that sparkled prettily under the neon lights. This wasn’t just a toy; it was also an accessory. I couldn’t wait to see what it looked like buried inside me when I bent over.

I picked up a tube of lube nearby, and a length of rope that matched the colour I already had, and turned to head back to the counter when something caught my eye. Placed over a mannequin was a latex hood that encased the head fully. The clinging material hugged the face and came with attachments that strapped over the hood, making it appear to be part of the hood. There was a blindfold with a belt strap at the back to completely cut out sight, a muzzle gag, a longer penis-shaped gag, and a ring gag. There was also a hole at the top of the hood to allow my hair to pass through.

I needed this hood in my collection. Just the thought of feeling the latex against my skin was making my cheeks flush with anticipation. To be locked inside that hood, claustrophobia mixed with the excitement I would feel as my senses were cut off.. Fuck it. I had some spare money from my part-time job at the college library. 

“Good choices.” The shopkeeper smiled as she scanned the items, looking genuinely impressed. 

“Thank you,” I said shakily, unsure how to respond. I took the bag of goods that she handed to me and clutched it to my chest. There was no way I wanted to drop this and reveal its contents. 

That didn’t go anywhere near as badly as I thought it might. Next time, as long as it was the same woman behind the counter, it would be easier to spend a little more time there.

Ivy wasn’t in when I returned from my little shopping trip; I wondered if she still had something on her mind. She hadn’t done anything wrong, but my mind was in a fragile state after last night, and I was wondering if maybe I was the one who had done something wrong. Looking out the window, I spotted a group of people walking towards the field in their workout clothes. Ivy and her unmistakable purple hair stuck out like a sore thumb. If I remembered rightly, she was part of a rock music aerobics group, so she was going to be out for the next hour or so.

Opening the window slightly, I could hear the music playing and an idea formed in my head. As long as the music was playing and the instructor shouting out the instructions, Ivy would be preoccupied, and I had the place to myself to try out my new toys. As soon as the music stopped, it would take Ivy roughly five minutes to make it back to the dorm room, so I had a warning system in place. After last night, I was sure she didn’t mind, but I didn’t want to impose on her.

I placed a few toys on the bed, ready to go. As much as I would have liked to use my handcuffs and new latex hood, I didn’t think I’d have time to remove them and hide away the evidence before Ivy returned. Plus, I was also relying on hearing what was going on outside to ensure I wasn’t caught again. It was a shame, but I’d have to wait until the next time she went out. The vibrator could be disconnected from the remote, making it easier to hide, but then you couldn’t change the program or turn it off without removing it.

I quickly undressed, full of excitement to get going again and knelt on all fours on my bed. I squeezed out a little bit of lube and pressed it to my ass. The cold touch of the liquid made me jump, but I gently pushed my finger against the resistance, easing it inside slowly as the lube helped my finger slide deeper inside. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before; it felt good, but also as if it was something that was forbidden. Something taboo.

I squeezed out some more lube and worked up to using two fingers, slowly stretching my tight, virgin ass. The advice online had told me to take my time, and I followed it. Plenty of lubricant was key, but you didn’t want to stretch too much too soon – even if it did feel amazing.

Now to try the plug. I squeezed some more lubricant on the small, pink, silicone plug, massaging it all over. The excitement I felt was palpable as I reached around and pressed the tip of the plug against my ass. My eyes opened as it eased in, starting small and getting thicker as it pushed inside. I felt the stretch and eased the plug slowly in and out, allowing my hole to open more to accommodate the plug. As it reached the thickest part of the plug, my thighs tensed. It hurt a little as I tried to ease it in, but then I felt it ease past with a satisfying plop. Wow. I did it! 

I felt the weight of the plug move inside me with every movement I made as I got up and walked over to the mirror – even the act of walking with it inside felt good. Going down onto all fours, I turned round to see how the plug looked inside me. My heart fluttered as I saw the reflection, the pink gem sparking in the light. Once again, it felt like another barrier crossed. Something that had been previously forbidden, I was now able to do. I couldn’t help but admire the way it looked. It wasn’t just a toy; it was an ornament that I couldn’t stop looking at.

A gleeful giggle escaped me as I returned to the bed. The weight of the plug made me feel full down there, and it moved in different ways every time I moved. This was going to complement the vibrator beautifully, and I couldn’t wait. Although the vibrator was wired to a small remote, it could be unplugged and run on the setting it was set on. I loved the unpredictable nature of the random setting; not being able to guess what was coming next kept me on edge, so I turned it on with that setting.

“Oh my,” I muttered to myself when I discovered just how wet I was. Ever since I’d opened this can of worms, I’d found that I was getting hornier by the day; even the slightest thing would set me off.

I unplugged the remote and set the vibe in position, the tip nudging just inside and resting against my clit. The slow, teasing buzz sent a ripple through me, my muscles clenching instinctively around the plug, making every pulse more intense. Steadying myself, I slid my panties back on over the vibe to help keep it in position, the snug fabric pressing firmly just where I needed it to.

If I had the time, I would have cuffed and tied myself to the bed again, but it was too much of a risk with Ivy due back. It was one thing that she caught me yesterday, but two days in a row? She’d think I was a desperate, needy little slut. She was probably right, but she didn’t need to know that.

I opened up a tutorial for a rope body harness on my phone and unravelled the rope. It was so much more frustrating and frantic than the night before, what with Ivy’s impending return and the unpredictable vibrator ebbing away at my concentration.

I calmly folded the rope in half, wrapping the length just under my breasts and threading the two loose ends through the loop, feeling the rope tighten around me. As I pulled the length across my chest and over my shoulder, the vibrator hit full strength, and I gripped onto the rope for dear life. My poor clit was still a little sensitive from the night before.

The sound of someone laughing outside the window made me freeze as my heart started pounding. For one terrifying moment, I thought someone had seen me. The thrill nearly pushed me over the edge right there and then. It took a moment for me to realise that since I wasn’t on the ground floor, I was out of sight. 

The vibrations calmed once again, and with it, my panic ebbed away. I used the brief reprieve to further work on the harness, this time tying the rope tighter around my breasts so that it squeezed them a little. The compression felt like a warm hug, freeing almost. As I trailed the rope between my legs, my fingers brushed across my nipples and pleasure, like electric waves, shot through me.

Looking down, my nipples were standing to attention, anticipating any kind of touch. I carefully avoided touching them again, putting off the next contact to be the clamps as they pinched down. I trailed the rope between my legs, pressing down on the vibe underneath my panties and cutting in between my ass cheeks, holding the plug in firmly on the other side. The rope was then tied in a knot behind my chest to finish off the tie. 

Slowly, I stepped off the bed, steadying myself as the mix of sensations made me feel a little giddy. Standing in front of the mirror, I marvelled at my handiwork. Sure, it wasn’t as tidy or artistic as some of the ones I’ve seen online, but it was my work, and I was damn proud of it, and so turned on.

Staring at my reflection, I couldn’t believe I had come this far already. The ropework was a little shoddy, but it framed my petite body well, leaving beautiful rope marks on my delicate skin. My cheeks were flushed, and there was a somewhat distant look in my eyes as the vibrator tested my sanity.

Panting from the overwhelming sensations, I barely noticed Ivy’s voice as she passed the window underneath. I almost tripped over my bag on the floor as I rushed to get my clothes, and I panicked, fumbling with clothes as they refused to go back on.

What if she caught me like this? Again. 

Just in time, I grabbed my phone and headphones and lay down on the bed. Hopefully, Ivy wouldn’t notice my flushed cheeks or the frenzied look upon my face.

Ivy stepped through the door as I pretended to read something on my phone, all too aware of the plug and the vibe working in tandem. I hoped she wouldn’t come too close. I didn’t have time to open Spotify and press play.

She smiled warmly when she saw me and stepped into the bathroom. I debated quickly taking out the toys and removing the rope, but I didn’t know how long she would be in there for. 

Just as I decided to take the risk, the fire alarm blared out, shattering any composure I had mustered, and Ivy burst out of the bathroom. My stomach lurched, the vibrator still humming inside me as adrenaline surged through me. Fear ripped through me, somehow amplifying all the sensations as my mind entered fight-or-flight mode.

“There’s no planned test today. Hope. We need to get out of the building.

I stood up too quickly, my head spinning as Ivy opened the door. 

“Oh shit, there’s smoke.”

Ivy looked back towards me, holding out her hand. I reached for her and ran out into the chaos with the vibe hitting full power and the plug filling my ass.

Fuck, this was going to be interesting.