I absolutely love the two chapters of "Kate's Test" by lofwyrkp, and decided, I am going to continue the story.
If you like it, Part 4 is already lurking somewhere on my mind.
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Kate's Test
Part 3
For one week now Kate was in heavenly hell. Since she had the band on her clit, she was barely thinking straight. Claire still left her mostly alone, but the looks she was throwing at her have changed. Not so much predatory anymore, not like a hunter looking for its prey. The looks Claire was casting at her were now more of a fine connoisseur sampling her newest acquisition. But nevertheless, Kate was still left on her own, Claire has still not made her final move, was still watching.
Kate, who already had to struggle with daily life when she had only four titanium rings putting her body into special bondage, was barely able to follow classes now. Since she had the fifth ring, bonding her clit, she was a puppet on a string, and the puppeteer was her own clit. In the last days her clit had grown in size, was maybe one inch long, and the protective hood was held back by the ring. This resulted in her being in constant bliss, her sensitive clit being caressed by the skirts she was wearing now, to put as little pressure as possible on it. On every move, she felt bolts of electricity flashing from her clit to her brain. On the second day after the clit-ring was taking hold of her, she thought that maybe her clit would get used to it, getting less sensitive, without the hood protecting it, but it didn't look like it.
Today was even worse than any day before, she had just managed to 'survive' the first class of the day – chemistry – and was heading for English lit in the building on the other side of the campus. On each step her skirt was caressing her elongated clit, and the baggy top tucked on her nipples in sync. She was already dripping wet, early in the morning. All her thoughts circled around getting release, somehow, quickly, NOW. But she had already learned that just frigging herself to an orgasm didn't really help. What she needed, what she wanted, she could not really understand, but her thoughts kept coming back on that scene where Claire was masturbating in front of her, telling her to cum for her, while she was in heavy bondage. Just thinking about making Claire masturbate, that she somehow had the power to make Claire horny, was a major turn-on. She badly wanted that feeling back, when she was tied and helpless, watching Claire playing with herself. She got butterflies in her stomach just thinking about it, and her pussy was leaking. With a moan she finally sat down at her desk, struggling against an orgasm she could feel building up in her clit. That was another change in her, since she had the band around her clit. Until she got the clit ring, when she could feel an orgasm building up, she had that feeling starting deep down in her pussy, slowly spreading out, reaching for her clit, and she came when the feeling was reaching her clit. Now it all started in her clit, the feeling spreading out from there, going up to her brain and crawling back down to her stomach. And since her clit was constantly teased, it was more like she was pre-orgasmic 24/7, her line of thought constantly being bent to sexual images of bondage – and of Claire.
She managed it through the rest of the classes; the worst was always walking to another room, being almost her normal self, while sitting, moving as little as possible. The way back home was bringing her into a state of sexual frustration, her nipples tried to poke holes into the sweater and were hurting from the constant rubbing and tugging of it.
She entered the room and was happy to see that Claire wasn't there.
"I can't take it anymore" she was thinking, desperate.
"I need to cum, I need to play with myself."
First of all, she needed to get rid of her clothes. Her nipples were on fire, and her clit had turned her pussy into a faucet. Juices were running down her legs, her labia were swollen and sensitive and if she didn't get out of her clothes right now, she had the feeling that she would just faint. In her present state she didn't even care about Claire coming home soon or anything else. Walking to her bed, she pulled the sweater with one quick motion over her head and got rid of her skirt. Breathing heavily, feeling her heart beat in her throat and her ears, she just dropped on her bed, frantically rubbing her clit.
"I want to cum, I want to cum, I want to cum", somehow this mantra had kicked out any other thought. She kept flicking her clit, expecting to cum any moment, being for hours in a pre-orgasmic state, but she just couldn't cum.
"I want to cum, I want to cum, I want to cum", someone was saying out loud in a desperate voice. Only after awhile, she realised it was herself.
"Oh my god, what's wrong with me" she was asking herself "I can't cum".
She started to sob. Being on the brink of an orgasm, and not able to cum, was just too much. Jumping from bed, she frantically ran to grab the key to her trunk, and opened it, looking for items that could help her to her much needed orgasm. In her aroused state it had completely dropped out of her mind that Claire could walk in any minute, all she could think of was getting release. She took out her handcuffs, a blindfold, her favourite gag, ankle locks and several rods, that fixed together made a nice spreader bar. The priced item of the growing collection of 'little helpers' was a huge dildo that she had bought some months earlier but never used because of its intimidating size.
It didn't look like a penis, just a plain rounded cylindrical shape, but it had an extension. When Kate bought this monster, she wanted it the moment she saw it. It would fit nicely to her bondage games, she had thought back then. The main part was 'only' 8 inches long, but it was a staggering 6 inches in diameter. It was so big it would never fit into her pussy. But that was just fine with her, because it had an extension on top, like a second much smaller dildo. That added another 3 inches and was 1 inch thick. On the base of the monster was a special suck cap, guaranteed to never let go, until one pulled the release lever. This thing looked really weird, and most would say, "it's not useable", but for Kate it meant stimulation with the smaller part, while threatening herself with the huge part. She loved such mind games while doing her self-bondage sessions. The plan was to attach it to the side of the desk and fuck herself doggie-style, while being gagged and hand-cuffed. In the end she had just chickened out and left the monster untouched – until today.
Unlike the other games she had played before, this time it wasn't planned, she just came up with ideas as she went along. First she gagged herself, placed the blindfold just above her eyes, to be pulled down as one of the last things to do and attached the handcuffs to her left wrist, letting it hang there for now. Already those few items made her knees weak and her heart beat like mad. While holding the dildo in her hand, she had a sudden idea how to add an element of threat and pressure. She went to her trunk again and fetched four nipple clamps and some rope. Putting all her remaining items on the end of the bed she rubbed a part of the floor clean so that the suction cup would hold well. The space between the bed and her desk was about 4 feet wide and just about right for her plan. She measured the distance from there to a nail on the wall with the rope and added several feet to that length. Cutting four separate lines of that length from the rope, she tied one nipple clamp to each line, placing those ends on the floor and letting the other ends hang from the nail on the wall. After that she set the spreader bar to a bit more than shoulder width and laid it down on the floor, over the lines with the nipple clamps. The final preparation, before she could set everything in motion was to tie a knot in the loose ends of the lines hanging from the nail and hanging a weight from it. The weight sat on the ground, pulling the nipple clamps away, but not too much.
Now everything had to go quickly. She took the monster dildo and fastened it with the suction cup to the floor. Pulling on it, she found out that she couldn't pull it off, not even with both hands. Satisfied, she cuffed her ankles to the spreader-bar, standing right above the dildo, leaned over to grab the nipple clamps and pulled hard to lift the weight at the other end some 10 inches from the ground. Since the lines went under the spreader-bar before going to the wall, the clamps got pulled downwards. A pair of lines she let run to the left of the dildo and the other pair to the right, and – holding her breath – clipped them to each of her inner pussy lips. Ouch that hurt! The clamps were really biting into her sensitive flesh, and her small inner lips got pulled down by the weight, spreading her lips to a thin 2 inches and slightly going outwards. Finally she used her ankle-cuffs to tie her feet to the bed and the desk. She was now standing there, her feet held immobile by the spreader-bar and the ankle-cuffs, her dripping quim maybe 10 inches above the huge dildo, spread open painfully with the help of the nipple clamps, gagged, and now just about to pull the blind-fold over her eyes and to cuff her hands behind her back. She had bought new hand-cuffs after Claire had switched the keys, the new ones had a built-in timer and opened automatically. No more getting caught by Claire! She set the time to '30', blindfolded herself and locked the handcuffs behind her back.
When she heard the faint 'click' of the lock, she moaned into her gag. Now she was completely helpless, couldn't move one bit, didn't see anything, and already her pussy-lips were screaming for release. The only way to ease the pain was to bend her knees, bringing the weight down on the ground – and also her quim close to the dildo, but not touching it. The meanest part about it all was, that this way her labia didn't get pulled to extreme length, but after a few minutes her muscles started to shake from the unnatural posture, with somewhat bent legs.
