Many thanks to RedEva for invaluable help with editing. All errors are the authors fault.
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Kate's Test
"Finally!" Kate though, her roommate had finally finished packing and had left for home. She had thought that this moment would never arrive, Claire had taken so long to get packed, and it looked that she'd never get the flat to herself.
These past months had been hard on her, having to share with a stranger, after having own bedroom for so long. She'd tried to get on with Claire, but she'd found it hard to do. She was just too set in her ways to accept another sharing her personal space.
They'd had a few chats, getting to know each other a little better, but she never felt quite comfortable around her. There was something about Claire that made her wary of opening up too much. She couldn't put her finger on it, but had a feeling that Claire was way too interested in her.
She'd known some predatory girls back at high school, and she every so often Claire had that same predatory look, usually when she thought that she wasn't being watched. That look or whatever it was had stopped her from opening too much to her.
She knew that no matter how innocently they chatted, no matter how innocently Claire always seemed to bring the subject around to boys and sex, she had this inner sense not to open up to her, no matter how outlandish and bizarre Claire's own tales were. There was no way she would ever confess to loving the feeling of being the helpless damsel, of being the maiden being tested and tormented before her prince charming arrived to save her.
So for this first term she'd had to restrict herself to subtle and "restrained fun". All she could manage with sharing the room with Claire was the quiet use of her favourite handcuffs. She often slipped into bed, and slid her hand under the edge of the bed to quietly pull the cuffs from their hiding place. Just the touch of the cool steel turned her on, making her nipples harden ever so slightly.
She'd slip each wrist into the cuffs, and burying her hands under her duvet she's close them until she heard that faint "click" telling her that she was trapped. She would have preferred to cuff her hands behind her back, but sharing with Claire made that impossible, too greater a risk of being caught, so she'd had to settle for this.
Even so, imperfect as it was, it was such a turn on to her, and quite often she rolled onto her front, pressing her breasts into the mattress, her cuffed hands busy between her thighs, eagerly stroking that hard, slick centre, her hips grinding into the mattress as she bit the pillow to stifle the sounds of her release.
Now, with Claire gone for the long weekend, she had the place to herself, and she could indulge herself to her hearts content. Almost all the other students had taken the opportunity to get away from the pressures of university life, so she told the odd little white lie, telling all that she too was going home for the weekend.
"Right" she thought, "First things first" as she made her way to the kitchen. Taking a Tupperware bowl, she carefully coiled up her release string, making sure that either end was free of the water filled bowl. One end was the loop that hooked over the nail she'd hung picture from; the other contained the keys that would open up the cuffs.
As she left the water to freeze, she returned to her room, to set up the reminder of the necessary equipment. Just the thought of what she was about to do made her legs go weak and sent shivers through her. She could feel the familiar tingling in her nipples, and she just knew that her panties had a huge damp patch, she was that excited. After all she'd been looking forward to this moment for so long.
She worked quickly, eager to get everything set up so that she could begin. As she moved the chair, wrong way round to its position under the nail, she tried to remember the exact moment when she decided to test herself in this way. Ever since she could remember she'd loved the idea of being the helpless heroine, but even that hadn't been enough for her. From this simple beginning had grown the desire to be tested, to be challenged. Her favourite fantasies always contained the same, familiar elements; a heroine, bondage, lots of great sex, and a challenge that had to be overcome so that she could be freed. Somewhere along the way it she had settled on this current plan.
What made it the more exciting was the fact that if she failed, everyone would know about it, well not all the details exactly, just that she'd done something outside the norm.
She'd laid the groundwork almost from the beginning of her university days, by joining in on the bitch sessions, making fun at those girls who had decided to augment what God had given them naturally. It hadn't taken long for her to make a bit of a name as a radical, one of those women who looked down at those women who'd undergone surgery.
It was only much later had she found out that Claire had undergone surgery herself, not for vanities sake, but to repair the damage from a bad car accident. She'd tried to make amends about her comments, but this topic had been the one unspoken disagreement between them.
Satisfied that the legs of the chair were in the right position, she went to her trunk, locked as always, as she definitely didn't want Claire to see what she kept away from prying eyes.
Inside were her vibrators, the rest of her cuffs, her clamps, and most importantly, her latest additions, four heavy, titanium rings, in two sets of two.
As she held them, she wondered if she could really go through with this, was the risk worth the probably intense emotions she'd be going through. If she couldn't last the distance she'd end up marking herself, probably forever. Even as her mind wondered about the wisdom of her plan, she couldn't take her eyes of the rings.
The larger pair had a circumference that would just slip over her breasts, gripping them in a cold, hard bondage. She'd practised breast bondage before, safely at home, and had discovered exactly the right diameter that would cause her breasts to swell, to be held proud and taught. She had been blessed with a natural D cup, which needed the support of a decent bra. When she'd bound them up tight, she had found that they didn't show any signs of sagging, that they pointed straight out of her chest. She'd tried walking, even jogging, and they hadn't moved, well not much, they were just this solid mass of flesh, looking exactly as if she'd had them stuffed full of silicone.
The breast rings, as she thought of them were an inch deep, to emphasise the unnatural shape they'd force her breast to take. If she failed then these would adorn the base of her breasts, making low cut tops, bikini's etc a thing of the past.
The inner surface of each of the rings had been engraved with lots of tiny teeth, all set to face the same way. These would slip on easy enough, but the teeth would dig into her skin, preventing removal.
Next to the larger pair was a similar pair, just smaller, ready to take her nipples into the same restrictive bondage. If these ever got unto her nipples, she'd be forced to go around with permanently hard nipples, nipples which would poke through pretty much anything that she currently owned.
All that was left to do was to set up the lab equipment that she'd "borrowed." It had been too easy to wander past the chemistry labs, and to take the odd set of supports used to support al that chemical apparatus.
It took longer than she would have thought to get the supports holding the bands set up just right. Eventually she had them set just as she'd imagined them. Now if she lowered her breasts onto her apparatus, the larger bands would grip her breasts and the smaller ones, her nipples.
Next came the silk cord, for strength, which was threaded through the rings, and tied to her favourite nipple clamps. These were something special, they didn't open up from side to side, and instead they opened like a grabber, like those you got at the fun fair for grabbing the stuffed toy. These would grab her nipples evenly around the tip, holding them ever so tight.
The silk cord led from the clamps, through the rings, around the simple pulley she'd fitted to the base of each set of supports, and into the bathroom, where the cords were looped over the shower rail and tied to a bucket, which was set underneath the shower head.
Even though setting up the necessary equipment had taken a little time, in fact longer than she'd originally thought, it hadn't dampened her excitement; if anything it had only increased the depth of her desire.
Her nipples were already aching, and she hadn't even attached the clamps yet! All that was left to do was to retrieve the now frozen length of string, and to set up the finishing touches.
She quickly stripped, and got her vibrators ready. She always felt so sluttish, getting ready. There was something pretty decadent in kneeling on the edge of the bed, naked, with a handful of vibrating toys. First up, literally, was her anal vibe. A quick slide into her hot pussy, and it was covered with enough of her juices to enable it to slide into her ass with little trouble.
She knelt there, enjoying the way her ass slowly opened up to accommodate the intruder, first past the outer ring, a pause, then past the inner. It wasn't that large, but it felt that way once she'd nestled it deep in her ass.
Next was the vibe for her pussy, this was a little larger, curved slightly so that it pressed against her clit from the inside. Together they filled her pretty full.
Finally was her butterfly vibe, carefully placed over her hard and expectant clit. Moving carefully, she then stepped into her tight latex pair of panties. These she slowly slid up her legs, until they firmly gripped her ass, ensuring that all her toys would be held in place.
