Chapter 2: Testing

"This test is not for the faint of heart," I warned. "I know you've 'sampled' this door, but I'm not sure you fully realize what lies beyond."

"What do you mean?" she asked, still staring at the ground.

I felt my anger rise at her continued lack of enthusiasm for a fantasy I didn't particularly want. Here this upstart had stumbled into my study and disturbed my reading, yet now lacked the backbone that made her so attractive.

"I don't mind playing a dominant role, but this is your fantasy and you need to commit," I snapped. "Either look me in the eye like this is something you truly want or quit wasting my time and ask to go home."

When she looked up it seemed to take all of her effort just to meet my eyes. Surprisingly, while most would quiver before my glare she somehow seemed to gain strength from my anger. As I watched she squared her shoulders, took several deep breaths, and with her nostrils flaring glared back at me as if daring me to continue.

'Huh, apparently she still has a backbone after all, ' I thought to myself. 'Good, she might even make it through this.' With a thought, all of the doors leading to other fantasies disappeared and the study shrank back to nearly its original size.

"Much better," I replied to her unspoken challenge. Reaching over, I lightly tapped the door and a window appeared at her eye level revealing the dimly lit testing room beyond. While most of the room was concealed by shadows, a large rack-live device dominated the room and vague outlines of whips and chains seemed to line the walls.

"I will not tolerate ignorance or risk you choosing this door merely because I told you not to. In order to fulfill this fantasy you must first prove to me that this is not only a challenge you are willing to accept, but something you truly desire."

"And how exactly am I to do that?" she asked, continuing to look me in the eye and letting just a hint of her own frustration shine through.

"To start with I want you to touch the door again, but this time firmly commit to sampling all of what lies beyond, not just the brief tap you tried before."

Not taking her eyes from mine she took a step closer to the door and slowly reached out. Just before she would have made contact she hesitated. Taking a deep breath she locked onto my eyes and firmly placed her hand against the doors rough surface.

As I watched her eyes seemed to struggle to remain open before finally submitting as her body once again stiffened. Unlike previous samples, this time every few moments she would involuntarily jerk and briefly flinch and it didn't take much imagination to guess what she was experiencing. Surprisingly, after a few minutes I noted a rosy flush being to bloom on her chest and her nipples were once again poking prominently through the thin material of her tank top. The shudder of what was unmistakably an orgasm reaffirmed that this one actually had the potential to pass.

I'm not sure if it was embarrassment over cumming in front of me or the lingering effects of fantasy she just sampled, but as her eyes fluttered open she blushed deeply and once again stared down at her toes.

Sighing I reached forward and used my finger to lift her chin until she was looking at me directly.

"So I take it this is what you want?" I asked, resolved to give her one last opportunity to back out.

"Yes," she meekly replied while looking at me, if not actually meeting my eyes.

"Then let's get started."

From experience, I knew it helped to start the test off firmly in control and with the subject at least slightly off balance. Smiling to myself I decided to have a little fun.

"Strip," I commanded with a leer.

"What?!?" she asked, looking shocked that I could be so blunt to any girl, let alone her.

Now openly smiling, I clarified, "I said that to enter this fantasy first you, not your clothing, must be tested. Clothing past this door is a privilege you have not yet earned. Therefore if you wish to enter, be it for testing or otherwise, you must first strip bare."

I could have sworn I heard her grunt, 'Men' under her breath, but didn't feel like forcing the issue. However, I reconsidered when, after hesitating for several awkward moments, she attempted to turn away from me in order to undress.

Before she could fully remove her first article of clothing I cleared my throat and waited for her to turn around.

"Obviously I thought you understood the situation, but apparently I need to make myself clearer. There is one main rule for the testing period or any time you wish to open that door: When I tell you to do something I want you to comply immediately and with the best of your abilities to my intent, if not the exact words, of my command."

"Okay," she hedged.

"Now, did you honestly think I meant for you to turn away and leisurely get undressed?"

Wordlessly she shook her head no.

"Then this will be your first and only warning. Do not try my patience."

I felt a tug and assumed my gift had conveyed the full meaning of my command far better than I ever could. However, this became glaringly apparent when she again she nodded and even as she flushed with embarrassment immediately began to not only to undress but gave me quite the strip tease in the process.

While I'd already seen her naked in the previous fantasy watching her hesitantly strip for me was incredible. Her face gradually changed from shock that she was undressing in front of a near total stranger, to determination, and finally wonder that her darkest fantasy may actually to be fulfilled. Apparently, she was quite proud of her figure and seemed to gain confidence with each article of clothing removed. Subconsciously I knew from the way her nipples responded earlier that there was no way she was wearing a bra, but watching her perky breasts bounce into view without even a hint of sag as she pulled the tank top over her head was amazing.

It seemed she decided to interpret my command to strip in the sexiest possible way as she stripped out of her shorts. I couldn't help but get a raging hard on when she faced away from me and bending at the waist slowly removed jean shorts to reveal her lacy black thong. Pulling her straight brown hair to the side, she looked over her shoulder at me as she reached back and began to seductively play with the lacy black strip of cloth that dipped between her amazing ass. With a final wink she grabbed the waistband of her thong and slowly lowered it. 'What a view!' I gasped to myself as bending forward at the waist caused her ass to frame her pussy perfectly.

Turning to face me, she reached up to tuck her shoulder length dark brown hair behind her ears, inadvertently thrusting her chest out as she stood before me completely nude for the first time. I couldn't help but stare. Her pussy was already slightly puffy with desire and had a well trimmed patch of fine black hair above. Even after lowering her arms she kept her shoulders confidently squared and her back slightly arched so that her perky breasts remained thrust towards me with her well defined areole and prominent nipples that just begged to be sucked.

Not trusting myself with words, I made a twirling motion with my finger and couldn't help making a low whistle as she spun before me. She was definitely in amazing shape and was really getting into the show she was putting on for me. Even taking her time to pose while she turned as if to highlight just how much I had missed out on by not checking her out sooner.

I assumed she was trying to win my favor by making the next move, or was perhaps just eager to continue, but when she reached for the door I firmly put my hand on her arm and stopped.

"I wouldn't try to open the door," I warned.

"Why not?" she asked. The spell from her strip show abruptly broken as confusion sounded clearly in her voice.

"All of the fantasy doors are set to offer anyone a sample, but only open for me. It would be ... unpleasant ... for anyone else to attempt to open any of them."

"Oh," she replied while looking decidedly uncomfortable and as if she just realized she was fully nude tried to cover herself with her arms.

With a sigh I once again asserted my control. "It still amazes me that some of the most beautiful women also tend to be the most self conscious. Tell me; are you ashamed of your body?"

"No," she mumbled.

"Then instead of covering up, why don't you thrust your shoulders back so that I have the best possible view?"

Hesitantly she straitened up and, once again looking towards me, smiled ever so slightly. I could tell she was still uncomfortable without her clothes but at least she was making an effort not to be too obvious about it.

"Now, maybe if I can stop staring we can get started," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Walking over to the door I firmly grasped the handle and opened it wide to the dimly lit testing room beyond. The only thing clearly visible was an ornate table spotlighted from above that appeared to be carved from wood.

Sensing a little comforting would be greatly appreciated I reached back and, taking her hand, guided her into the room. After a few steps I gave her hand a gentle squeeze and pointing at the table said, "You can wait for me over there."

Confidently I strode over to the far wall and began loading a cart with supplies. After a few seconds I was interrupted by a sharp indrawn breath from behind me followed by a nearly silent, "Ow."

Without turning I cautioned, "Careful not to touch the table."

"Now you tell me," she replied with more than a hint of sarcasm.

Placing the last few bottles and some smaller items onto the cart I wheeled it to the center of the room, stopping the cart just outside of the circle of light as I continued walking until I stood beside her staring down at the table.

While she no longer tried to cover herself with her hands, she was sucking on the pointer finger of her right hand. Removing the finger she indicated the table and asked, "What is that thing?"

Still trying to lighten the mood, I decide to state the obvious. "It's a table," I replied sarcastically before holding up a hand to stop any future flippant responses so that I could continue.

"I custom made it for this room a long time ago. Its surface designed to perfectly emulate the rough surface of old splintery wood while allowing the arm, hand, leg, and foot mounts to be fully adjustable.

"The table isn't covered with real splinters of course, but the microscopic barbs are coated in a mild irritant that will give the sensation of a splinter for several days before wearing off."

"Great," she sarcastically replied. No longer bothering to suck on her finger, she alternately glared at it and me, as if trying to decide which is worse, that I created something like this table or that she unwittingly touched it.

"Additionally the table is almost perfectly balanced so the angle and height can all be easily adjusted."

After adjusting the foot and leg rests for the standing position I reached down and easily lifted the top half of the table so that it was nearly perpendicular to the ground. Noticing that it was several inches too short I frowned.

"Hmm, you're quite a bit taller than the last girl. You're what, five foot ten?" I asked.

"Five eleven, actually," she replied proudly, as if she had any control over her height.

"Nice," commented as I felt my gift lengthening the table to fit her perfectly.

"Now, for the test, do you want to be standing up or lying down?"

"Which one hurts less?"

"This is a test, not a spa treatment, but my gift will ensure that each one hurts equally if it makes any difference."

"Great," she sighed, chewing her lip. "In that case I'll try standing."

"Alright then I need you to stand here with your feet firm against the table," I instructed as I took hold of her shoulders and gently guided her into position.

"Good, now I'm going to begin strapping you down," I continued as I draped the first of numerous three-inch-wide soft leather straps across her.

She groaned in frustration as I tightened the first strap across her chest forcing her sensitive back firmly against the table.

"The table's barbs get worse the more you squirm so these straps are as much for your benefit as mine."

"Thanks," she moaned as the barbs dug into her ass.

Moving to her sides I applied shorter straps to hold her upper and lower arms in place while allowing her wrists to move slightly.

"Oh, and these straps cannot be removed until you've passed, or failed, the test."

"Ow, dang that stings!" she exclaimed when I tightened the strap that held her waist to the table.

"Yeah, looks like you got quite a few barbs that time," I noted without real interest as I moved on to the next strap.

"You're telling me," she replied under her breath before asking, "So, how do I pass?"

"Well, it's different for every person. I'm not just testing your pain threshold, but I want to find out whether you body responds more to the pleasure or the pain from the test. Thus, in order to pass, you must not only demonstrate that you can tolerate the test, but that you enjoy it."

"What do you mean, 'enjoy it?'" she asked sounding more than a little confused.

Tightening the last of the straps, I stood so that she didn't have to crane her neck to see me.

"Let me be blunt: No matter how painful it gets, I want you to cum."

Noticing her doubtful, if determined look, I decided to just plow into the rest of my explanation of what's in store for her.

I examined her chest and hoped the items I'd brought would fit. Her breasts were definitely on the smallish side but fit my hand nicely, like a pair of small oranges or large nectarines.

"There are many ways to test your pain threshold, but I figured we'd get two birds with one stone," I stated, reaching forward to caress her puffy nipples and well defined areola.

Almost instantly her nipples hardened into nubs about a centimeter in diameter and I could tell they were quite sensitive as she closed her eyes groaned her appreciation of my gentle caress. 'How convenient, too bad I have to ruin the mood' I lamented before giving her nipples a light pinch just to make sure I still had her attention.

After her quick indrawn breath her eyes flew open in surprise and I continued, "After all, these are just begging to be pierced."

Letting go of her nipples I grabbed some wipes from the cart and began methodically cleaning her chest as she wordlessly opened her mouth a few times.

After several attempts, she exclaimed "What?!?" followed soon after by "Hey, that's cold!" as I began to wipe down her nipples and the sensitive undersides of her breasts.

"Relax, it's just rubbing alcohol," I soothed as its pungent odor quickly surrounded us. Since I was using it more as a prop than a disinfectant I decided to blow on her nipples to help them dry and they got even harder in the process.

Instinctively she tried ineffectively to squirm away from my teasing.