A shuffle nudged Fiona awake as Amanda tried to wiggle her way out from underneath her.
"Mmmm!" Fiona protested, squeezing her arms around Amanda to hold her in place.
"Fiiii, let me go!" Amanda giggled, shimmying with empowered vigor. Fiona persisted, rubbing her head against Amanda's chest as she squeezed, trying to tame her energized pillow.
Slap!
"Eek!" Fiona felt a hand smack against her bare butt. She squirmed and released Amanda, moving her hands behind her to protect against further attacks. "Amanda...! You spanked me!" Fiona giggled. Amanda took advantage of the situation, slipping out from underneath and off the couch.
"Damn right I did. Freedom!" Amanda celebrated, laughing as she walked around the couch and out of the living room. "I got breakfast, so you can keep sleeping until then."
Fiona hummed in happiness as she burrowed back into the couch. There was something so peaceful about sleeping with the soft sounds of another making their way through their morning. It seemed to slow the passage of time and allow her to fully appreciate the extra rest she was gifted. Fiona had nearly fallen back asleep when she felt a finger poke into her cheek.
"C'mon, time to get up, your breakfast is on the coffee table." Fiona stretched, opening her eyes to the morning as she did. She saw her body, completely exposed under the morning sun, along with Amanda standing nearby eyeing her down. She immediately snapped out of her stretch, curling slightly under her gaze.
"Even after all we did last night you're still shy about me seeing you naked? You're too adorable." Amanda chuckled as she turned and walked to her room. "Eat up and get ready, we actually gotta go to class today!" She shouted back over her shoulder.
Fiona sat up and shifted her legs off the couch to face the coffee table. She smiled at the plate of eggs and bacon with a slice of buttered toast, but quickly noticed the coffee table was occupied by other items as well. Set neatly across the coffee table was a series of articles of clothing. Fiona's clothing.
"Uhh, Amanda?" Fiona shouted out while beginning her breakfast. "Are these clothes for me...?" There was a brief pause before Amanda poked her head out of her room.
"Yeah!" She grinned widely. "I don't see any reason why I couldn't control what you wear either, that seems like child's play compared to what I do control..." She wiggled her eyebrows before popping back into her room. "Problem?"
"No, no... That's fine!" Fiona bit her lip in a smile, looking down at her outfit for the day. There was something exciting about Amanda dictating her attire. It felt like yet another form of control. Like she was a doll for Amanda to dress up and show off, feeling herself twitch at the thought.
She stood up, reaching towards her clothes before stopping herself. Her cage throbbed between her legs, beckoning her to give it attention. She rubbed a hand over its sopping surface, imagining how divine the sensation would be if only the metal barrier was gone. She rubbed her hands down her inner thighs with a deep, frustrated breath before pulling her them away from her crotch. She nearly reached for her clothes again, but instead grabbed her plate. She decided to stay naked until she finished breakfast. She clamped her thighs together as she ate, sliding them up and down, enjoying the smooth sensation as her thighs glided across her slick balls.
Fiona finished her breakfast and put her plate aside, turning her attention to the clothes on the table. The clothes were arranged left to right in the order she'd dress in. Sitting on the far left was her vibrating cock ring. She felt her stomach tighten with nerves and excitement, grabbing the ring and slipping it into place. Up next was a set of a black bra and matching panties. Fiona was surprised to see them. She rarely wore undergarments on her own. With how much Amanda seemed to enjoy torturing her, she was expecting Amanda to push her towards the sluttier end of the spectrum. She felt a twinge of disappointment.
God, did I want her to dress me like a slut? What is she doing to me!?
Fiona shook her head before quickly putting on her underwear.
Despite rarely wearing them, she did have to admit she looked amazing. The tight black panties compressed her already firm butt, with the dark color sharply contrasting her pale skin. The bra was very well fitted, giving her already perky chest a push-up effect. Fiona ran her hands down her body. She contemplated staying in just her underwear until Amanda came out of her room, wanting to show off the look, but she wasn't sure how long she would be. Plus, the thought of Amanda catching on to her intentions flushed her with embarrassment.
Next was a pair of black stockings. Despite stockings normally being worn to make an outfit look more professional or conservative, wearing just the stockings and her underwear gave her outfit a lingerie look. She could feel a small wet spot already appearing on the very subtle cage outline in her panties.
The rest of her outfit completed her conservative look. She wore a black skirt, about mid thigh in length, a vibrant deep blue shirt, and a blue dahlia flower hair pin to match. Lastly, she had a sleek black overcoat that ended halfway between her butt and the bottom of her skirt, and some black, one-inch heels. She was shocked at how respectable she was dressed. A part of her was expecting Amanda to come out with a crop top and micro skirt and make her change, just dressing nicely at the start to make the actual outfit hit that much harder. It seemed like just her kind of evil.
But Amanda left her room with nothing of the sort. She wore a purple and black plaid shirt with a french tuck, and some torn jean shorts and black stockings. She had a small black purse over her shoulder as well, along with her backpack.
"You are looking very fine..." Amanda commented, eyeing Fiona. Fiona giggled with a playful spin, showing off the whole outfit. "I had to start you off with a classic."
Classic?
Fiona thought to herself. Then it hit her. She wore this same outfit during Week of Welcome, when they were first getting to know each other. Fiona brushed her hair behind her ear, trying to use her hand to hide her blush.
"What's with the purse?" Fiona asked, eager to shift Amanda's attention off her.
"Cute, huh?" Amanda posed excitedly, barely able to stick to one pose for even a second before switching to the next.
"Yeah definitely. But... What are you carrying in it? You have your backpack on right now." Amanda froze, breaking into a goofy smile.
"Well... it's empty... But it's cute, right!?" Fiona laughed, and they both made their way out of their apartment.
They walked to class together, enjoying the fresh air and pleasant company. After a minute or two, Amanda let a silence come between them only to finally break it a few seconds later with a very different line of conversation.
"So I was too preoccupied with trying to leave you alone to really register, but I didn't unlock you for swim practice on Wednesday. You showered with all of us in just a cage, huh?" Fiona tripped over her own heels, nearly collapsing as she stumbled in shock. She immediately looked around, checking if anyone had been walking close enough to them to hear. A few students noticed her stumble, but none seemed to be in earshot. She smiled nervously at the few who took notice, waving as if to signal she was fine.
"Amanda!" She whispered, "Can we not talk about that here?"
"No, I think here is good. I could give you some encouragement if you'd like." Fiona felt her cock ring vibrate to life. Fiona gasped, instinctively reaching for her cage, barely catching herself and in time and grabbing the fabric of her skirt instead.
"Oh fu- Amanda please... P-please turn that off." Fiona tried to straighten herself and continue walking, but the rapidly approaching edge kept curling her, beckoning her to collapse to her knees and pleasure herself, despite her location.
"Are you gonna answer my question? Now that I think about it, you showered twice with us while caged. You said you normally unlock every night, but you hadn't cum in
two
nights by the time you knew I had the keys, so you had to go swimming locked up on Monday too!" Amanda took Fiona's hand, helping her keep pace as they walked.
"Yeah-Yes I h-had just a cage on in the locker room t-twice." The cock ring turned silent. Fiona let out a sigh as she fully straightened, trying to resume walking normally with waves of desire still coursing through her.
"Damn... that is so hot," Amanda smiled, shaking her head a little in disbelief. "How was that for you?" Fiona felt her face brighten, looking around once more to check for listening ears. No one was that close, so if she spoke softly enough, she figured she'd be fine. But more than anything, she was determined to not have her ring make a return.
"It was... I don't know. I was so embarrassed I thought I would die, but-" Fiona felt hot red, she was sure every passing student would notice her embarrassment.
"But what?"
"But... also kinda exciting,
re-really
exciting. I did
not
want to get caught. Even just the thought makes my chest tight." She lowered her voice even further. "But at the same time... I don't know."
