Priyanka Dorjee awoke from the sleep of the dead feeling completely refreshed. Her masturbation session last night had cleared her mind and left her feeling sated. She bounded out of bed and prepared for her run. Amy, on the other hand, was cranky and sore and protested fiercely.
"Come on Amy, today is the hardest day. Just give it three days—just three!—and I promise I won't bug you any more."
"Fine, but we have to take it easy. Are you always so cheerful in the morning?"
She let Pri in and followed her in stretches before the run. Pri lavished praise on her, trying to build up her confidence. At least Amy had a sports bra on this time. When they finished, Pri helped her stretch before returning to her room and preparing for the day. With her mind cleared, she knew that today would be a productive day. She knew it had to be productive, because later in the week she would probably be too horny to think straight. She wondered absently what tasks her blackmailer would have for her this week.
In class, her mind wandered to her new life. In just a few weeks she had gone from a quiet college girl with a selfie habit and a masturbation addiction to a girl who was being controlled by a hacker she didn't know. She had absolutely no leverage to get out from under his control. Anything she did to resist just led him to threaten to start posting pictures of her in compromising poses, of which he had thousands. She had exposed her body to him in every way imaginable, punished herself at his command, masturbated for his amusement. She recalled the previous night, the way he had manipulated her until she was just a drooling sex fiend. As if masturbating on camera wasn't enough humiliation, he had also gotten her to admit to the most embarrassing things. He had more than enough material to destroy her life a hundred times over. With all the video he had, he could force her to prostitute herself and she would have to do it. She shivered at the thought, grateful that he was keeping this just between them. At least she thought he was.
Finally, there was the punishment paper she had to write for trying to masturbate without permission. She couldn't figure out how he found out, had it been a lucky guess? It had to be a guess, but she was so bad at lying she had confessed anyway. Could 'he' possibly be a 'she' and one of the girls who stopped into the restroom? She hadn't looked at them and had no idea who they were. At any rate, she needed to decide on an appropriate punishment. She knew if she picked something that he didn't think was severe enough it would be that much worse for her. However, if she picked something too severe, she would still have to go through with it. She had no gauge to use, no idea how strict he was. She valued her weekly orgasms above all else, by the end of the week she was a basket case begging to come, but the only other option was a humiliation task. Something like taking a naked selfie somewhere outside of her room. Would one topless selfie be enough? Or should she propose several nudes? She frowned in indecision and tried to turn her focus to her professor.
That afternoon, she returned to her room and attacked her schoolwork, knowing she could be interrupted at any time. She worked into the night. Just as she was finishing for day, a chat window opened.
Good evening, beautiful.
"Hi."
Why don't you get ready for bed.
Pri nodded and left to get ready. She wondered what games he would have her play. She hoped it wouldn't take long, as it was already late. When she returned, she expected to be told to go to bed. Instead, he had other ideas.
Get out your rule book. From now on, you don't need to wear the collar, so let's cross that one off. Just hang the collar on your desk as a reminder. However, I'm giving you a two new rules. First, I want you looking your best every day. Every morning, before you head to class, you need to put makeup on. Not like for a party, but for school.
"Just for going to class? Why?"
You are a truly gorgeous woman and you should honor that. Look your best at all times. I don't expect any problems from you on this.
"Oh-kay," she replied, irritated. Half the girls in her morning class showed up in their pajamas, no one was looking put together. Having to put her face on just to sit in class seemed stupid.
Second new rule. Edge yourself twice every day: once before going to sleep and once before noon. Since it is bedtime now, you will edge yourself and tonight.
Pri was dumfounded. The modicum of control she had over her body was primarily because she had a no touching rule for the beginning of the week. Now she would be starting and ending each day with an edge. She would go nuts by the end of the week! She stared at the rule she had just copied down, unable to come up with an argument as to why she shouldn't have to do that. Nothing came to mind, so she undressed and laid back on her bed. She looked up to the camera directly over her nude body as she started to stroke her skin. He hadn't given her a timeline, so she took her time in building her pleasure. Her mind again drifted to the idea of guys from her classes watching the video as she touched herself. Soon her body was alive and her hand drifted down to start rubbing her clit. She pinched a nipple with her other hand as she circled her clit, naughty images pouring through her mind. She imagined the humiliation of talking to her study group after the guys had watched her masturbate. Just as her crest approached, she pulled her hand away with a groan. Her eyes drifted over to the computer.
Good night, beautiful.
"Good night."
She swatted off the light and then placed her hands in their bonds. With a sigh, she tried to ignore her body and get to sleep. Her edge had done it's job, and her dreams were full of sexual imagery. Amy was only slightly less crabby the next morning, but Pri had other things on her mind. She had to edge after her shower, as she would be out on campus until afternoon. She had built her schedule around a run, a shower, breakfast and class, with only a little slack time. Now she not only had to do her make up, she had to bring herself to the edge of an orgasm before class. Worse, she was usually not horny at all after her run. Timing would be tight.
She took extra time in the shower soaping up her nether regions and trying to get in the mood. She returned to her room, flopped on her bed, and started fingering herself. Her mind drifted to the BDSM story she had read, imagining being tied down and helpless as a guy worked over her body for his pleasure. In no time she had hit on a story line that worked and she raced to her peak, pulling away at the last second. A glance at the clock indicated she had only a little time before she had to leave. She allowed herself a brief moment to calm down before she got up, put on her face, dressed, and headed out.
Pri struggled to get her body back under control as she sat in class. She was horny, there was no doubt about it, but she had to concentrate in class. As long as she stayed focused, she could avoid daydreaming about sex. She returned to her room in the afternoon and immediately started to write, trying to get down pages for her term paper before her willpower faded or she was interrupted. During dinner she allowed her mind to wander, wondering again about how he had found out she had tried to masturbate and trying to decide on an appropriate punishment. When she returned to her room, she finished her first draft of her punishment paper, proposing a selfie with her breasts exposed in the bathroom where she had tried to come. She decided to start getting ready for bed, as it was getting late and as she needed a break. Shortly after she returned, a chat window opened.
Good evening, beautiful.
"Hi."
I must say, that blouse looks especially nice on you. The red compliments your skin nicely.
"Oh, thanks, it's one of my favorites."
I knew you had good taste in clothes. So you were mentioning that you can't twerk
"Yeah, I don't have the butt for that."
Nonsense. All you need in so practice.
With that, he pulled up some instructional videos from YouTube on how to twerk. She started watching girl after girl demonstrate how to 'shake that ass.' Even tennis star Serena Williams had a video touting twerking. While most the girls had big butts, more than a few had small bottoms like hers. He had her take off her jeans and put on a thong to practice. She put the laptop on her chair, got on all fours before it and spread her knees, acutely aware that her crotch was positioned directly in front of the computer. Her first attempts were a total disaster, her small butt just wiggling. She looked back over her shoulder to see her ass on the screen and tried to adjust her movements. After a few minutes of futility, the computer beeped and she crawled over to look.
