Heather at School (OWWH 5)
Copyright© 2025 by CW
Chapter 11
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Jess, Aaron, and Heather return as Heather goes off to college.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Lesbian BiSexual Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Public Sex
Clarissa worked her way through the crowd in front of us. I’d forgotten that Heather had invited her earlier that day, and with all the people milling about, I hadn’t noticed her before that moment.
“Hey,” Heather said, smiling at her. “Thanks for showing up, Cl-”
Clarissa abruptly put her hand over Heather’s mouth, stopping her from finishing the sentence. She threw a frightened glance at us as she shook her head at Heather. Then she put a finger over her mouth. I guess she didn’t want us to know she was there - of course, she had no way of knowing that I could see everything anyway. Heather didn’t let on either. She made a my-lips-are-zipped gesture before pantomiming throwing away a key.
Clarissa took Heather by the arm and led her far enough away to be out of ear shot while she whispered. Heather would fill us in later.
“Holy crap, Heather! They’re both naked!” she exclaimed.
“Uh, yeah. That’s the whole idea!” Heather said with a laugh.
“And they are cool with that?” Lissa asked.
“Absolutely! I know I called them my sex slaves but they really are on board with this stuff. They love it. They want people to play with them. Are you going to go try them out and have some fun?” Heather asked.
“What?! No! I could never! I wouldn’t be able to look them in the face again!” Clarissa hissed.
“They won’t even know,” Heather said. “They have blind folds on. They won’t even know you’re there!” Complete bullshit, of course, but she had no way of knowing that. “And again, they agreed to this expecting to be toyed with. You said you were going to come and support me. Are you going to leave me hanging like that?”
As if no one else was willing to participate in the exhibit ... but it worked because Clarissa was mulling it over and Heather knew she had her on the hook.
“Come on, help a gal out,” Heather continued. “If the exhibit doesn’t get people to interact with it, it’s a failure! Plus, you can’t tell me it isn’t intriguing. When will you ever get a chance like this again? Heck, maybe if you experiment on Aaron, you’ll know what makes a guy happy once you get a boyfriend. Go for it already.”
Clarissa was quiet for a few beats, then finally caved. “Ok. I’ll do it...”
“Great!” Heather said, clapping her hands together. “Let’s go!”
I made a conscious effort not to turn my head in their direction but I still saw them returning in my peripheral vision. Clarissa stepped in front of us and stared, trying to decide what to do first.
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