of its own and welcomed them in. It was so pleasurable, not at all like anything Iâd ever felt before.
At that time, I was ashamed to admit it, even to myself, but the truth wasâI was a very bad masturbator. When I tried to make myself come, I strained and agonized, and got tense.
Now, I could feel the little beasties in me. The muscles of my cunt were relaxing. I felt like I was melting. Feelings were sweeping me off, effortlessly.
Still lost in my fantasy, amazed at the reality of it, I watched the scene shift. The writhing in my cunt subsided, and my fantasy now extended before me.
I was in a long narrow corridor swathed in red velvet. It was the red velvet of Sarahâs purse! The lush material billowed like slept-in sheets. I walked among the flowing red waves, my white dress a sharp contrast.
âCome with me,â a voice whispered into my ear, a womanâs voice, self-possessed and seductive, with an English accent.
It was Sarah, of course. Her arm circled me.
âWeâre so delighted to have you here today,â she said. âHave you been enjoying yourself?â
I didnât have to say yes. She knew I had loved the afternoon. She led me down the plush scarlet tunnel, moving me towards a candlelit opening I could barely see.
As we drew closer I gasped at the beauty of it: the walls were covered in black satin. In the center of the room stood a shiny marble slab.
âCome here,â Sarah said.
She settled me slowly, slowly onto the marble. It was so cool to the touch. When I was on my back, Sarah smiled, then she pinned my arms down. She ran her red fingernails between my legs, parting them. I felt the cold metal of chains and manacles. I knew where I was now. The man with the cock ring would soon appear.
I struggled against the chains. I could feel myself sweating. Iâd put on my usual heavy dose of antiperspirant that morning, but it was no use. It was no match for my bodyâs desire. The smell grossed me out at first, then it filled me with a wicked pride. I struggled against Sarahâs bindings no more.
The chamber was suddenly filled with a blinding light. I heard familiar voices murmuring concern. I blinked, and when I reopened my eyes, I saw that my classmates, art teacher, and a priest were peering down at me.
I was lying on the floor of my art class.
âShe must have fainted,â I heard my art teacher say.
I felt my head, yet it didnât hurt from the fall. My body still tingled with evil bliss. Were my hard nipples showing through my white uniform shirt? I raised my head and saw my legs were still parted the way they were on that marble slab. I quickly closed them. I stammered as I tried to explain myself.
âI have no idea what happened,â I said.
Sarah winked at me. Then she took control of the situation.
âRight before class Cammie told me she thought she might be coming down with the flu,â Sarah announced.
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My teacher insisted that I see the school nurse, but instead I hung out in the courtyard. I felt okay, I really didâI actually felt amazingly good.
At lunch hour, I dodged Janine and Tia. I didnât need to have them pestering me with questions about the incident. It wasnât difficult to avoid them. They didnât want to catch whatever I might have. My best friends swerved around me, keeping a good distance away.
I wandered back into the girlsâ bathroom. Two classmates stood applying mascara. They looked at me as I entered, then abruptly packed up their makeup and hurried out, whispering and giggling as they did.
I stood at the sink and splashed water on my face. Would I never stop being tormented by my fantasy life? And then I glanced at my eyes. That purple eye shadow really was lovely but I had to wipe it off. I wet a paper towel and rubbed my lids. It stubbornly remained, not even smearing.
The door opened. I knew who it was even before I heard the deep clear tones.
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