When she opened the door to their room, she saw Claire sitting on her bed flipping idly through a magazine. "Oh no" she thought – she never expected Claire to be there, seemingly evading her since the piercing. But there she was, smiling at her.
"Hello Pet. It's good that you are on time, and I am happy to see you do as I told you. The tattoo suits you fine."
Kate blushed and quickly closed the door behind her, dropping her bag on the floor. The damn tattoo – she had forgotten about it, with her mind being busy elsewhere, help captive by her clit.
"You know, Claire, this tattoo is really... "
"Shhhh", Claire put her finger on her lips.
"Everything is just fine, Pet. You look so sexy with your big excited eyes, your tits on display and that cute pink colour of excitement on your face. You look like you just got caught having sex. You make me so hot!"
While Claire praised her, she was starting to play with herself, fondling her breasts and nipples with one hand while her other hand had disappeared under her skirt. She looked a bit flushed herself by now.
Kate swallowed hard, the butterflies in her belly were ready for take-off, her knees started to get weak. Claire was doing it again, using her to get off. She slowly sat down on her own bed opposite of Claire and kept on watching with growing excitement. Without noticing it, she mirrored Claire's movements on her own body, playing with her breasts and her wet pussy. Just one little tug on her short top had been enough to push it to her throat, shamelessly displaying her naked tits, held in bondage by the titanium rings. Claire immediately stopped playing with herself. She leaned forward and hissed, "And who allowed you to play with yourself? You stop this instant or you will be in big trouble."
Kate stopped with a shocked face. She hadn't even really noticed what she was doing. Was she a pervert? Masturbating in front of another girl, her room mate. And... and... and how could she dare telling her to stop whatever she wanted to do? How could she forbid her to play with herself? There, the thought was finally in the open. She needed to cum badly, and she wanted to make herself cum, and Claire told her to stop! While she had been watching Claire playing with herself, she had the feeling that this was finally the moment she would be able to cum. She looked at Claire with big eyes and then slumped against the wall starting to cry. She could only cum when Claire was watching! She was under the spell of this witch Claire. And she was sure, if she didn't do what Claire wanted, she could never have an orgasm again.
While Kate sat and cried bitterly, Claire came over to her and said, "Shhhh, my darling pet, don't cry. If you do as you're told, everything will be all right. I will take good care of you."
Giving her little soothing kisses on her cheek, Claire started to play with Kate's nipples, pulling on them lightly. She hugged her tits, caressed them and gave them kisses too. Kate slowly stopped crying and leaned against Claire, moaning. Quickly she was on fire, and as her tears dried on her cheeks, her quim opened up and she got wet 'down there'. She wanted to touch her clit, but she didn't dare, with Claire so close. Desperately she spread her legs wide, inviting Claire to touch her, to play with her, but it did not happen. Claire just kept on playing with her tits, kissing her nipples, sucking on them, playfully biting on the titanium bands. When Kate was just a panting mess in her hands, she suddenly stopped and went back to her own bed.
"Look at me" she said, "And don't you dare to touch yourself – EVER AGAIN."
The last words were spit out at her like bullets. Kate heard them and jumped. Her legs were rhythmically squeezing against each other, her pelvis danced a slow blues, and she wanted to touch herself so badly. All the sexual stimulation during her day came down on her like a hammer, and she moaned desperately. She didn't dare to tough herself, and grabbed her blanket instead.
"Look at me" Claire said, "Look into my eyes." Claire again started to play with herself, opening her legs, pushing her skirt up. With one hand she spread her labia, with her other hand she flicked her clit, getting wet quickly. Her smell of arousal hit Kate and added to her state of helpless arousal. When she tried to look directly at Claire's busy hands, Claire quickly caught her: "I SAID LOOK INTO MY EYES."
Kate complied, and kept her eyes locked with Claire's. On the edge of her vision she could see movement; she could 'almost' see what Claire did, but not quite. She heard wet noises, and she smelled Claire's pussy. All the while, she kept staring into Claire's eyes, shaking with sexual need and desire.
"Oh Kate," Claire whispered, "I am soon cuming. Do you want me to cum?"
Kate nodded in a way that showed clearly that this nod came from some deeper layer of her mind. Some animalistic instinct made her nod, just a short hard nod. She was all flustered, panting, her eyes still locked with Claire's.