Heather at School (OWWH 5)
Copyright© 2025 by CW
Chapter 12
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
The tiny drop didn’t relieve the pressure in my crotch at all and I was still moaning in frustration from the latest tease when Clarissa moved over to Jess. Stepping behind her, Clarissa tentatively touched Jess’ ass cheek, rubbing her hand over the globe like it was a crystal ball. I was surprised when she drew back and slapped it - Jess eeked, I think more in shock than pain but the impact was hard enough to send waves moving across her ass.
She raked her nails over the cheek, enjoying the site of Jess reflexively trying to clench her cheeks. Her nails next scratched along Jess’ pussy - Clarissa’s reward was seeing Jess shiver in response.
Clarissa picked up the feather first. She studied it in her hand and flicked it in the air a few times, testing it. Then she ran it down the entire length of Jess’ left side. Jess is very ticklish and the feather did exactly what it was supposed to - her whole body writhed and I heard her giggle. Clarissa ran it down the other side and more laughter followed. She repeated both sides two more times until Jess was wiggling all over in the bonds, trying to move away from the feather’s touch but to no avail.
The feather headed to the inside of each thigh next which proved to be an even more sensitive spot than her abdomen. The feather went up and down each leg until Jess was laughing and shaking uncontrollably.
“Ok! Ok! Stop, please!!” Jess begged. Clarissa did stop on the legs but just moved to Jess’ ass next.
She brushed the feather along both cheeks which weren’t ticklish and didn’t get a response but when she went down along her ass crack and tickled her asshole, and Jess tensed up again. Clarissa liked that so she let the tip of the feather tickle Jess’ asshole over and over until she was shaking once again. Before Jess could beg again, the feather left Jess’ hole and traced a line along her pussy lips.
The crowd was all watching with rapt attention as Clarissa played Jess like a fiddle, making her shake all over.
Clarissa dropped to her back behind Jess, so that she was looking straight up at Jess’ crotch. One hand reached up and spread Jess’ pussy open - the other hand sent the tip of the feather straight to Jess’ exposed clit.
You’d have thought the feather was electrified with the reaction she got. Jess’ toes curled so hard it must have been cutting off circulation. Clarissa had been mostly expressionless up to that point but Jess’ response to the feather against her clit made her smile. Her wrist flicked back and forth, teasing Jess’ nub with fury.
“Ahhh, ooooh, God, ohhhh...” she moaned beside me. If Clarissa heard her, she gave no sign - she just continued flicking, flicking, and flicking.
“Oh GOD that feels so good,” Jess cried. Her hips were rocking forward and back as far as the restraints allowed.
“Oh, keep going, pleaaaase...” she begged. And Clarissa did.
But only until she saw Jess take a deep breath and tense. Then, abruptly, Clarissa pulled the feather away.
“Ooooooh, no, please keep going,” Jess whined. The pain in her face was clear but given how much I’d been frustrated by that point, my sympathy was pretty limited.
Clarissa stood up and returned to the table. The feather was set down and she studied the toys.
She picked up the vibrator next - it was a heavy duty model and she was surprised by the weight. I watched as she hefted it a few times. Then she put her hand around the wand end and turned it on. The switch has three different settings - whether deliberately or by accident, Clarissa turned it on high and the thing shook so violently that it fell out of her hands and she had to fumble around for it, catching it just before it hit the ground. Since no one was playing with me anymore, I was following the whole interaction intently and it took all I had not to burst out laughing and blow my cover. She turned it back off and set it down.
She eyed the dildo, still unused to that point. She picked it up and turned it over in her hand, admiring it. Her fingers ran along the fake veins along the shaft like she was reading braille.
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