The Submissive Nerd Girl

by JJ Argus

  The strap that went down my abdomen was attached to a stainless steel ring, which was attached to the base of the dildo. But that put the ring, either by design or luck, right against the top of my sex, with my clitoris inside it.

  Her fingers rubbed me just there as I gulped and dug my fingers into the palms of my hands, looking around nervously.

  She and Jada were reading menus, so I picked mine up and looked at it, all while Taylor's finger lightly stroked and rubbed my clitoris.

  “Hi,”

  Miranda sat down across from us, next to Jada!

  I gulped in surprise and jerked my thighs together.

  Taylor turned and glared at me, and I slowly eased them apart again.

  “Hey, Red,” she said, taking my menu and tossing it to her. “This is Jada,” she said, pointing at the black girl.

  They said hey to each other while Taylor tugged the hem of my sweater up right past my pussy!

  “Leave your legs apart,” she whispered.

  I felt my pulse racing! I was sitting in a public restaurant with my legs apart and basically naked below the waist! True, no one could see unless they bent over. But that didn't give me a ton of confidence!

  The waitress came back and Miranda ordered a coke, then looked at the menu. They talked about courses and subjects since Jada and she didn't know each other, and Taylor reached down from time to time to rub my clitoris.

  Then Taylor got up to go to the bathroom. I snapped my legs closed again, tugging the hem of the sweater down. Without her sitting there I would be way more visible to the waitress if she came back, or anyone who sat down in the booth across from ours!

  “You talk funny,” Jada was saying to Miranda.

  She was clearly teasing her but Miranda acted – pretending, I knew – to be offended. Then to my surprise, she said. “Well then, I won't sit next to you.”

  She got up and slid around to my side of the table, next to me, and stuck her tongue out at Jada.

  I blinked in surprise. I wondered if Taylor would like this change of plans.

  Taylor returned and didn't say anything. She just sat down across from us.

  And then I felt Miranda's fingers caressing my leg!

  I jerked and gasped, turning to stare at her, but she was looking at Taylor and talking about a concert next week!

  I was... confused, to say the least! Her fingers were gently caressing my thigh below the hem of the sweater! And then I felt my face redden with the suspicion that she and Taylor had been talking about me a lot more than what I'd heard at lunch!

  “She has very soft skin,” she said in a normal voice.

  Now I was sure of it and I felt my face heating!

  “Very,” Taylor said.

  Her fingers started to slide higher and I jerked my hand down under the table and grabbed her wrist.

  “Is she being bad?” Jada asked.

  “Because if she's bad,” Taylor said. “We're going to have to take the belt to her ass when we get back home.”

  I gasped, turning to look around, but no one else seemed to have heard her!

  Jada reached across the table and took my left hand, jerking on it.

  “Are you going to be a bad little slave girl?” she demanded in a low voice.

  I felt another wave of strange, swirling, churning emotion sweep over me as Miranda pulled her hand up, with mine going with it. Then she removed her hand and put it below the table again while Taylor took my right hand.

  “Slave girls learn to obey their mistresses,” she said. “or they get bent over and strapped.”

  I moaned as Miranda's fingers stroked my thigh, then slid up under the hem of the sweater.

  “Spread your legs, slave girl,” she whispered, her lips next to my ear.

  She pinched my thigh and I gasped, jerking my legs apart!

  Her fingers slid lower, and she began to rub my clitoris just as Taylor had.

  Only... the sensations were a lot more powerful for some reason! This wasn't Taylor, nor even Jada! It was Miranda! I liked Miranda but... I'd never... we'd never... even... I mean, we hadn't even talked about... anything like this!

  “She's got eight inches inside her,” Taylor said.

  “Lucky her,” Miranda said with a giggle.

  “And another six up her tight ass,” Jada added.

  “Oooo. Such a bad girl,” Miranda said.

  By the time the waitress came with the food I was sweating and nearly ready to climax! I mean, I was embarrassed, anxious, nervous, my heart pounding and all, but the way she was rubbing my clitoris combined with the dildos inside me were ready to drive me over the edge!

  Thankfully, she stopped as the waitress slid the plates onto the table

  Eating was almost normal. Except I had to keep my legs wide and the hem of the sweater up high, and that every now and then Miranda would either reach down to rub my clitoris, or give my breast a squeeze.

  After dinner we wandered along the street, mostly window shopping, but going into a few places. That was an anxious experience, too! Because whenever no one was looking, or I was behind a counter or table or something, one or the other of them would squeeze my ass, or sometimes jerk the sweater up to bare me below the waist!

  Then, before I knew what the shop was, they were leading me into a sex shop! This was not one of those bright, shiny places, either. This was another former house, with wooden floors and rows of shelves. It was kind of dimly lit, and one whole section was just dirty magazines and videos.

  I blushed a bit to be in here, but it wasn't like I was alone. I was nervous, though, as they looked things over and laughed and made jokes, wondering what they might be up to!

  “You know, she's kind of a screamer,” Taylor said, in a voice which wasn't really very low.

  “Hhssst!” I gasped, grabbing her arm.

  “Yeah, that's true. You need a good gag for her so we don't get attention at the dorm. We don't want everyone on the floor to hear her.”

  “You already have one!” I said anxiously, and quietly.

  “Yeah, but it's not silencing you enough. You're very orgasmic, slave girl.”

  “Hsst!” I said anxiously.

  “Stop nudging me. I might have to spank you right here.”

  And then the girl who worked there came up the aisle. She was a kind of a scary looking woman! She was tall and kind of broad shouldered, wearing jeans and a leather vest! She had very short hair and a pierced eyebrow, as well as tattoos on both arms.

  “Can I help you, ladies?” she asked.

  “We're looking for a gag to keep a screamer quiet,” Taylor said, not the least bit unashamed.

  I flushed as the woman's eyes turned to me, for some reason.

  “You can't keep a screamer quiet,” she said. “Mostly all you can do is lower the volume.”

  “Well, we live in a dorm, see,” Taylor said. “We don't want lots of attention.”

  “Hmm, how is your screamer at handling deep throating.”

  “She's pretty good, actually. I mean, I haven't seen her with men, but with silicone she's okay.”

  This was sooo humiliating! My face was burning hot!

  The woman picked up what looked like a small penis with a leather strap attached. Not like with the ball gag, though. This strap was thick enough to completely cover a person's mouth and an inch or two top and bottom. Then it narrowed to go behind the head. And the... little cock, was attached to the inside.

  “This is one and a half inches in diameter and four inches long,” the woman said. “if she doesn't know how to handle that she might choke.”

  “Oh she can handle that. She can handle ten inches,” Jada said.

  “Then she couldn't breath.”

  All of them were looking at me and I was feeling, uhm, trapped! My face was very hot I know, and then Taylor and Jada each held my wrist down as the woman raised the black penis and pushed it at my mouth.

  I gasped as Miranda pulled back on my hair, and the penis slid through my lips
! It slid deep into my mouth, to just inside my throat! Then the flat base was pressing firmly against the outside of my mouth as the woman drew the straps around behind my head and buckled them in place.

  I moaned helplessly, gurgling a bit as I fought to cope with the feel of the shot, fat dildo filling my mouth and lodged just inside my throat! I kept trying to swallow, and then kept trying to clear my throat! My head twisted from side to side as if I could pull myself away from it!

  “Make some noise so we see how well gagged you are,” Taylor said.

  I ignored her, kind of stunned and overwhelmed for the moment, and still struggling with the sensation that wanted me to either swallow or pull back!

  “We could get a vibrator. She'd make noise then,” Jada said with a smirk.

  “You want her to make a little noise. Cmere,” the woman said.

  She went further down the aisle, and the girls led me down after her.

  “Bend her over.”

  I gasped as they pulled me against the table and bent me over! I felt the hem of the sweater jerked up to bare my bottom as the woman moved behind me!

  “I like this because it's a double impact strap,” she said.

  And then something snapped down across my bottom, a strap. It stung! And I yelped in pain!

  “Hmm. She didn't make a lot of noise,” Jada said as she grabbed at my hand.

  I was trying to cover my bottom with my hands, but she and Taylor grabbed my wrists and jerked them up to lock them together.

  Crack!

  I cried out a second time!

  “The problem is this thing makes too much sound itself,” Taylor said. “People outside will wonder what the hell is going on in there.”

  “Yeah, she's right,” Jada said.

  “How about this?” the woman said.

  I moaned as she picked up what looked like some kind whip!

  “This is a thong whip.”

  “Isn't that a flog?” Jada asked.

  “Kind of. Most flogs have more strings and are heavier and wider. This is eighteen inches and only has a dozen leather strings.

  She swung it and I yelped as it snapped down across my bottom! The little strings were thin and lightweight, but they spread out as she swung, and when they all hit the little stings arrived in a burst!

  She swung it again, and then let Taylor and then Jada and then Miranda swing it!

  I gasped and yelped as the strings cut across my bottom repeatedly, turning my skin a hot pink, then red! My bottom got hot fast!

  “This seems to work nicely,” Taylor said. “And isn't too noisy.”

  “And neither is she,” Jada said.

  Miranda laughed.

  “What has she got in her?” she asked in amusement.

  I gasped as I felt fingers at my pussy, and then the strap that ran down between my buttocks was tugged so that the base of the dildo slowly pushed out!

  “Cool! How big is it?” Miranda asked.

  “I think it's about, what, 8 inches?” Taylor said.

  “Yeah,” Jada replied. “If it's too long she can't sit down.”

  “You could get one with a wider diameter,” the sales woman said.

  I moaned and tried to straighten up but someone slapped my bottom and they pushed down on my shoulder!

  “This one is two and a quarter inches in diameter,” the woman said.

  I felt the strap undone, and moaned into the gag, still trying to instinctively pull my head back. I felt the dildo sliding out of me.

  “She's nice and wet,” the woman said, making me even more embarrassed.

  “She's very responsive,” Taylor said.

  “You mean she's very slutty,” Jada replied.

  I moaned as I felt something pressing against the mouth of my sex. It was definitely thicker than the other one, and whoever held it was twisting and turning it as she pressed it deeper! I groaned as it stretched me wide! But it slid deeper and deeper, until I began to cry out as the head tried to push too deep.

  “I don't know if she can get this whole thing inside her,” Taylor said.

  “Let me push it. It'll get inside the bitch,” Jada growled.

  “She's my sex slave,” Taylor said.

  I cringed as they said that in front of the saleswoman!

  “It's almost all inside her,” Miranda said. “She just needs a little help.”

  I gasped as I felt strong hands on my thighs just below my buttocks, forcing them wider. Then a mouth at my clitoris, licking and sucking hungrily! I shuddered and moaned, staring at the wall before my face, my head held down so I couldn't even see who it was!

  She was sucking hard, like, for long seconds, then she'd stop, then do it again, then lick me hard, then suck for long seconds! Someone twisted the dildo and pulled it slowly out, then pushed it back into me again, pulled it back, then pushed it back in, and despite the embarrassment gripping my mind my body began to burn!

  I groaned and gasped as the dildo pumped, the head jammed against the back wall of my sex repeatedly, and then I heard a sound behind me, like, of satisfaction, from several of them, as the whole thing slipped into me, well, almost.

  “That's deep enough, isn't it?” Miranda asked.

  A hand caressed my sex, and I could feel that the base of the dildo was now flush with my opening. Of course, that meant it was stretching my pussy lips wide and holding them that way!

  “Let's see,” Taylor said.

  They pulled the straps up and tightened them, and then jerked me upright.

  “Walk for us, slave girl,” Taylor ordered.

  I gasped and stumbled, but Miranda caught me, and then led me by the arm along the aisle.

  It was weird walking with that thing inside me! Because the way it strained against my pussy lips meant that my inner thighs were sort of rubbing against me as I moved, unless I shifted my legs wide!

  “Wow, these are neat,” Jada said.

  I didn't know what she was talking about, until Miranda turned me and had me walk back to them. I could see then that she had moved further along the aisle with the saleswoman and was looking at leather boots. Very high leather boots. With stiletto heels.

  So nothing would do but for them to make me try on thigh high leather boots. Well, they were PVC, and it was almost impossible to walk in them!

  “They don't really go with the sweater,” Miranda said, leaning back against one of the counters.

  “You're right,” The saleswoman said.

  She snatched up a PVC miniskirt, one that zipped up the side, and wrapped it around my hips, then zipped it up. It was very low riding, and very short! And then they stripped off my sweater and had me put on a leather vest. It was sort of like what the sales woman was wearing but smaller, showing more cleavage, and I had no bra under it!

  “Biker bitch!” Miranda said in delight.

  “She should have gloves to go with the boots,” Jada said.

  The saleswoman had a pair of those too. They were the longest gloves I'd ever seen. Except they weren't actually gloves. They went all the way up to my shoulders, but they had no fingers. Not even a thumb like mitts would have. What the hell could I do with my hands wearing these!?

  “We'll take everything,” Taylor said.

  Well, it wasn't like any of them were poor!

  “You be a good little slave girl and I'll let you wear the sweater back to the dorm,” she said, her finger on my nose as she gave me a warning glare. “You act up and you go like this. Clear?”

  I gulped and the nodded shakily.

  'Say yes mistress,” she ordered.

  I flushed hotly under four sets of eyes, my mind squirming! But I definitely didn't want to go outside in the leather mini and vest!

  “Yes, Mistress,” I half whispered.

  “Louder, slut.”

  I flushed again!

  “Yes, Mistress!” I said, red-faced.

  She unlocked my wrist restraints and then pulled the sweater down over my head. I slid my arms into it and pulled
it all the way down so that it covered everything. Well, except the ridiculous boots.

  “I can't walk in these!” I gulped urgently, after she'd taken the penis gag out of my mouth.

  “We'll help.”

  We went back to the dorm, with Taylor's arm hooked into mine on the right, and Miranda's on the left. And me walking awkwardly because of both the dildo and the absurdly high stiletto heels.

  Chapter Eight

  As soon as we got to our dorm Taylor peeled the sweater off me, then Jada took off the vest and skirt so I was naked. Well, except for the bondage collar and restraints, and the dildo and butt plug!

  And the stupid boots!

  They had me pace back and forth while they all watched. It wasn't a big room, though. I had to keep turning at the wall and window. Jada pushed the penis gag into my mouth and strapped it behind me, as they all whispered to each other, giggling and such.

  Then they took me into Taylor's room. There was a heavy picture hanging from the wall across from her desk, and Taylor lifted it down, then they pushed me back against the wall beneath where the hook was.

  It was an unusually strong hook, and they clipped my wrist restraints to it.

  “I have a better idea,” Taylor said.

  I was turned around to face the wall, my breasts pillowed out against it. They spread my legs and then I felt fingers at the straps of the dildos. They were fumbling at the boxes they'd brought in a bag and took something out of one as they drew the big dildo slowly out of me, or at least, a little out of me.

  It had a base attachment, and they had to get a drill to screw it to the wall as I stood there! They attached it so it was sticking almost straight up, but maybe out from the wall a little bit.

  And then the big dildo started to vibrate powerfully!

  Crack!

  Jada swung the whip thing and the thin laces cut across my bottom.

  “Ride that cock, slave girl,” she taunted.

  This was so perverted and wild and sick!

  Crack!

  The whip cut across my bottom again, and then again, and then again as they all giggled and watched.

  “Ride that cock, sex slave,” Taylor ordered.

  Moaning and gasping, I awkwardly tried to slide up and down on it. My arms weren't that high I couldn't ease lower, but I had to slide my legs further apart to do it. But the lower I got, the more the thing vibrated. It seemed that most of the vibration was either at the head, way up inside me, or at the base.