Fidgeting with her keys, Kara hesitated at the front door of her girlfriend's apartment. No, scratch that. Victoria always frowned when Kara said, "girlfriend." She said the word was "used by the patriarchy to demean relationships between women." But she also resisted any attempt to find a better term to define their relationship, so Kara found herself falling back on the word that most people understood.
They'd met at a party hosted by the campus LGBT+ community group. Kara had worked up the nerve to walk in, but found herself being a wallflower. Despite an experience the year before that boosted her confidence and resulted in a sexual awakening, she still struggled with social anxiety. Victoria spotted her from the dance floor and beckoned her over, kickstarting a passionate romance. They'd been together ever since.
However, there was an extra layer to their relationship beyond simple intimacy. Victoria said she saw a spark in Kara that was at risk of being smothered by "Western society's restrictive Puritan social norms." She'd appointed herself Kara's mentor, determined to broaden her sexual horizons and push her limits.
Mostly, this took the form of exciting challenges, meant to expand her comfort zone, each building on the last. Bold makeup choices led to shorter skirts, lower-cut tops, and eventually going to class with no underwear. Leaving the lights on when they fooled around turned into filming themselves having sex. And what started with kissing in public ultimately led to Kara going down on her in a movie theater. Each challenge was thrilling and nerve-wracking in equal measure.
Now, Victoria was waiting inside, and Kara was nervous because, for the first time, she'd failed a challenge. Victoria had sent her to class with a remote-controlled vibrator and clear instructions not to cum. But Kara couldn't do it. Victoria's remote stimulation had become too intense, and she ran out of the lecture hall before she had a very obvious public orgasm.
How would Victoria respond? Surely, she'd be disappointed, but then what would happen? Would she comfort Kara and apologize for pushing her too far? That seemed unlikely. Maybe she would shrug and give up on the challenges, leaving Kara forever wondering what could have happened next. Or, worst of all, what if she decided that Kara was just too boring and vanilla to waste any more time on, and broke up with her?
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she unlocked the door and slipped inside, hanging her bag on the coat rack and dropping her keys on the table before looking up.
Victoria was leaning casually against the kitchen doorframe, sipping a glass of whiskey. Her relaxed pose contrasted with her severe appearance. Hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Dark lipstick, thigh-high fishnets, and a black mesh thong. All topped with a leather corset that barely contained her breasts. Despite her nervousness, Kara felt a surge of excitement. Victoria only dressed like this when she wanted to take charge in the bedroom. She'd clearly been expecting Kara to come home desperately aroused.
"So," Victoria asked calmly, "how'd it go?"
"I couldn't do it," Kara stammered, twisting her hands.
"I figured," Victoria nodded, walking over to the couch. "When I saw the app disconnect. But tell me about it. What went wrong?" She sat in the middle, crossed her legs, and draped her arms across the back, pointedly not inviting Kara to sit beside her. She didn't seem upset, but there was something about her body language that made Kara alert.
"Um, at first, it was exciting? I could barely focus on the lecture, but I thought I could hold out. I kept peeking around to make sure no one knew what I was doing. When you put it on that escalating pattern, it was
so
distracting. The intensity would build and build, and when it reset, I was gripping the edge of my seat."
Victoria took another slow sip and nodded for Kara to continue.
"But then it started to be too much. Every time it peaked, it was all I could do not to moan and squirm in my seat. I was so wet, it was soaking through my skirt. I was worried the girl sitting next to me could smell how turned on I was."
"Is that when you turned it off?"
"No! I didn't want to give up, even though I was worried about losing control. But then you turned it up again! I didn't think it could even go any higher. I was starting to breathe heavily and squeeze my thighs together. I was desperate not to lose control. I kept thinking about you saying, 'Be a good girl, and don't cum.'"
"And did you?"
"No, but I realized I wasn't going to make it. There were still fifteen minutes of class left! I was so frustrated, I was almost crying." The words were spilling out of her as she desperately tried to make Victoria understand. "I know if you'd been there... If you had been able to see me, you would have turned it down. You wouldn't have made me cum in front of everyone. You wanted me to be on the edge, right? So I could come home to you. You can't have wanted me to lose control. I know you didn't want to humiliate me in front of the entire class. Because if I had started to cum, I wouldn't have been able to stop. I would have been moaning and humping my chair. People would have laughed and stared, but I wouldn't have been able to stop. That
can't
be what you wanted, right?"
"Hmm." Victoria paused for a long moment, considering the idea. "No, I suppose not. Not yet."
Kara's eyes opened wide with surprise. Not yet? How far did Victoria intend to take her?
"Anyway," Victoria shrugged, "what did you do then?"
"When I realized I couldn't stop it from happening, I grabbed my bag and ran to the bathroom. I barely made it. As soon as I closed the stall door, my orgasm hit. All I could do was brace myself on the wall and try not to make any noise. I came so hard, it was running down my leg and dripping on the floor. When I was finally able to pull the egg out, it was so slippery I almost dropped it, trying to find the off switch."
"How did you feel?"
"Incredible! Breathless. Flushed. Nervous?"
"Do you think," Victoria mused, "that your orgasm was more intense because it started in public?"
"Um," Kara blushed. "Yes?"
"Well, that's something, I suppose."
Kara sighed, flooded with relief. She understood!
"But, you
did
break your word, didn't you?" Victoria raised an eyebrow. "You promised to be a good girl. To hold yourself back from cumming."
A confusing thrill of anticipation rolled down Kara's spine.
"And, if a
good
girl would have controlled herself, I suppose that makes you a
bad
girl, doesn't it?"
Kara slowly nodded.
"So, if a good girl gets a reward, what do you think a bad girl should get?"
"A punishment?" Kara could barely breathe the answer.
"Interesting." Victoria smiled. "To start, why don't you undress."
Feeling weak in the knees, but undeniably curious, Kara dutifully removed her clothes. Victoria watched over the rim of her whiskey glass as Kara folded her things and set them neatly aside. When she finished, Victoria gestured for her to kneel.
"That's better," she said. "I like the way you look, naked on the floor. Eager to please. You're excited, aren't you? Desperate to make it up to me. And you should be, because you derailed my plans for you tonight."
Kara's eyes involuntarily flicked toward the bedroom. She blushed, imagining what Victoria would have done if she'd come home as planned, panting with desire and desperate for release.
"Well, another time, perhaps," Victoria shrugged. "Right now, I have a more pressing concern. You're not the only one who spent the afternoon getting excited, but you're the only one who's had any release. That doesn't seem fair, does it?"
Kara shook her head as Victoria spread her legs.
"Come see the state you've left me in."
Surprised at how much this new dynamic excited her, Kara crawled forward on her hands and knees. As she approached, Victoria ran her fingers through Kara's hair, grabbing a handful and pulling her closer. The smell of Victoria's arousal filled her nostrils as she pressed her nose into the damp gusset of her thong.
"Look what you did," she growled. "It's hardly fair for you to get off without me and then leave me like this. Go on, lick it. I want you to taste how excited I was for you to come home so I could reward you."
