The Submissive Nerd Girl

by JJ Argus

  “I seen your wardrobe. You got lots of that kind of outfit.”

  “Like you don't.”

  Someone's feet came off my back, then the other girl's.

  “Stand up, slut,” Taylor ordered.

  I grunted and pushed myself up and back on my knees, then rose to stand in front of them.

  Taylor rose and removed my gag, and I worked my jaw a little.

  “Hands behind your neck, fingers interlaced. Arch your back.”

  I obeyed and she sat down again.

  “Spread your legs, slut!” Jada ordered.

  I gulped and obeyed.

  My heart was starting to beat faster as they looked up at me.

  “Are you a good, obedient little slave girl?” Taylor asked.

  “Yes, mistress,” I said nervously.

  “Arch your back more.”

  I obeyed, drawing my elbows back further.

  “I love her tits,” Taylor said.

  “Yeah, I'm jealous,” Jada said.

  Taylor got the string whip, which made me nervous again.

  “Tell me you're my sex slave,” she ordered.

  “I'm your sex slave, Mistress!” I gulped.

  “Do you love my pussy?”

  “Yes, Mistress!

  “Say it, slut.”

  “I love your pussy, Mistress!”

  “Tell me about how you love cocks.”

  “Uhm, I love cocks, Mistress.”

  She swung her arm and the thin strings cut lightly but stingingly across my breasts.

  I flinched and gasped, but didn't move.

  “You call that telling me? I want way, way more than that. Tell me how much you love cocks, slut!”

  “I love cocks, Mistress. I love sucking cocks and deep throating them, and having them inside me and... and riding up and down on them and being fucked by them – .”

  “Especially in the ass!” Jada interjected.

  “Especially in the ass, Mistress! I love being fucked in the ass and in the pussy!”

  “Tell me how you love being fucked by black men.”

  I had never been fucked by a black man, and the subject made me nervous!

  Thwick! The string whip snapped down across my taut breasts and I gasped.

  “Oh! I love being fucked by Black men, Mistress! I love having their big black cocks inside me!”

  “Say niggers,” Jada ordered with a sly smirk.

  I hesitated and the string whip snapped down across my breasts again!

  “Ow! I love being fucked by... by nigger men!” I gasped. “I love having big nigger cocks inside me!”

  “Inside your ass!” Jada said.

  “I love having big, nigger cocks in my ass!”

  “And in your pussy and in your mouth, bitch.”

  “And I love having big nigger cocks in my mouth and my pussy!” I moaned.

  “Now tell us how you like being fucked by dogs.”

  I stared at her, appalled, while Jada laughed in amusement.

  Thwick! Thwick! Thwick!

  “Oh! Ow! Please, Mistress!”

  “Tell us, slut!”

  “I love being fucked by dogs, Mistress! I love having their big cocks inside me!”

  They both laughed.

  “Now get down on all fours.”

  I dropped to all fours, panting, though I hadn't been doing anything particularly energetic. My heart was pounding, though!

  “Press your tits to the floor,” Taylor ordered.

  I lowered my upper body to the floor.

  “Keep your ass high and your legs spread, slut.”

  I moaned and obeyed.

  She stepped closer. She was wearing black leather shoes and pressed one against my chin.

  “Lick my shoe, slave,” she ordered.

  I gaped at it and rolled my eyes up at her.

  Thwick! The string whip came down on my ass! Then again and again.

  I licked weakly at her shoe.

  Thwick!

  The thin strings came down dead center, between my buttocks, and the tips curved in and snapped at my pussy!

  I yelped in pain!

  “Lick harder, slut.”

  I licked harder, anxious, anxious, my tongue licking fast and hard across her black shoe.

  She laughed and took off her shoe, then prodded me with her bare foot.

  “Lick, slave.”

  I moaned and she brought the string whip down again, then again. The thin strings snapped stingingly at my sensitive mound as they curved in beneath me, and I jerked and flinched and gasped repeatedly!

  Then I brought my tongue in along the top of her foot.

  “Long licks, sex slave.”

  I licked the top of her foot, but that wasn't good enough. I had to lick down along her toes, and then take her big toe in my mouth and suck and lick it!

  And while I did it Jada knelt behind me, with the strap-on. She slid it into me and started to fuck me while I licked Taylor's foot, sucked her toes, then licked her other foot, still in its shoe, then licked her bare foot and sucked on those toes!

  My mind began to dissolve into animal state again, gasping and moaning as I degraded myself, turned on by it more and more, especially as Jada reached down under my hip and began to finger my clitoris while she fucked me.

  I licked and sucked Taylor's feet and toes, and then came, crying out helplessly as Jada rammed the dildo into me.

  God! The kinky shit I was doing now! These girls were perverts!

  They put on slutty dresses with lots of cleavage and short hems, and then made me put on the short leather mini with the leather vest. It not only had cleavage in the front, but showed side boob too! They let me remove the leather gloves and boots, but had five inch stiletto heeled shoes for me to wear instead.

  They removed the bondage collar, but replaced it with a milder version, a leather choker that was, if not outright kinky, certainly – suggestive. And they made me keep the studded leather restraints on!

  I didn't have to wear a dildo, but they put a butt-plug inside me, and refused me any panties!

  I couldn't take my glasses with me.

  “What if I have to read something!?” I begged.

  “You ask your mistress and she'll tell you what it says,” she replied.

  “You ain't goin' to the library, bitch,” Jada said.

  I was extremely self-conscious as we went out! It was some comfort that they were both dressed in slutty outfits, too. Or at least, what I thought of as slutty outfits. But I still had half my boobs on display and I had never worn a cleavage baring outfit before!

  I felt stricken every time someone looked at me, especially the guys, especially the guys who stared pointedly at my chest! I tried folding my arms across my chest but they pulled my arms down. And really, it wasn't safe to walk in those extremely high stiletto heels with my arms up. I felt ready to topple over at any moment.

  There were, of course, a lot of bars and clubs near the university which catered to younger people like us. I had never visited any of them yet, of course. But it appeared we were going to tonight!

  Fortunately, when we walked into one it was very dark, though with lights and laser lights flashing around, and so much noise you could hardly hear yourself think! It was crowded, as they led me through, and I quickly noted lots of other girls there with short skirts and cleavage baring tops.

  That was some consolation at least. With so many other girls dressed so sluttily I wouldn't be singled out. Plus it was, as I said, dark. I began to relax a bit.

  They found a table, because Miranda was there holding it, sitting with some guy I didn't know. We all sat down and Miranda introduced him as Tod. She was clearly have drunk already and in a party mood.

  I sat down nervously, glad of the darkness given how short the skirt was! Everyone had to shout to make themselves heard, and Jada and Taylor quickly got up and went for drinks. Miranda winked at me.

  “Gonna have fun tonight, eh, Rin?”

  “Uhm, yeah,
” I gulped.

  She turned to Toby and put her hands on his chest. “Rin is multi-orgasmic,” she said.

  I flushed as his eyes widened, and he grinned at me. But then he turned back to Miranda. “And how would you know?” he asked with a smirk.

  “A girl knows what she knows,” she replied, winking.

  They started kissing, and I saw her hand slide into his shirt as his hand cupped her breast.

  I felt very uncomfortable!

  Fortunately, the other two soon returned.

  “Hey, no making out in front of the virgin,” Taylor said.

  She meant me. I scowled and blushed again.

  “I'm not a virgin,” I said.

  Jada had attracted the interest of some black guy before she'd even gotten back from the bar, and they went off to dance. Taylor grinned at me, pushed a drink in front of me, took a drink from hers, then slid her hand under the table and up under my skirt.

  I gasped and flinched, my head automatically swiveling around to see if anyone was watching or could see – even as her fingers slid up along the line of my sex and found my clitoris.

  “Sex slave,” she said in a very loud whisper.

  Her lips were next to my ear at the time, which was the only reason I heard her. Fortunately, it meant no one else would.

  Two guys came over and asked us to dance, then, and Taylor gladly accepted on our behalf. There was nothing for it but to get up and anxiously go out into that mass of writhing bodies in my little skirt and vest!

  The guy dancing with me was named Don something. He was about my height and looked reasonably athletic, with short hair and a pleasant enough face. We started dancing, and given the noise there wasn't a lot of conversation possible. He made his interest know, though, with hands which took every opportunity to squeeze and rub my ass or slide up along the sides of my chest – which given how little coverage I had on the sides mean his fingers stroked the sides of my bare breasts!

  I was... flustered! I mean, it wasn't like I wasn't used to guys with wandering hands when dancing. But I had never worn so little before! And I have to say my attitude about sex had gotten a radical makeover in the previous week. From 'shrug' to 'enthusiastic interest'.

  So while I was embarrassed at first, I quickly found my attitude changing. No one else could notice or see, after all, and this was the first guy I had encountered since coming here, since my attitude had changed. I started having these strange dark thoughts about what it would be like to be kneeling in front of HIM instead of Taylor or Jada, and maybe with my hands tied, sucking his cock!

  I can't tell you how incredible it was to have such thoughts while dancing with some guy I had never met before! It was so unlike me! On previous occasions my major concerns during such events was not to make a fool of myself. I was very careful about how I danced, and about my partner not taking rude advantage of our closeness.

  But that wasn't so much because I despised their touch as I was wary that they'd think I was a slut, or they'd tell other people we knew what a slut I was. Here I was anonymous. He knew no one I knew. And the girls I was with, well, they were all sluts and thought of me as one anyway.

  So I started to feel this very unfamiliar sense of wildness, of daring! Yes, I was anxious, nervous and still kind of shy and embarrassed, but I could feel a sense of thrumming eagerness within me, could feel my nipples prickling within the tight leather vest, could feel my heart quickening.

  I didn't have to be the good girl. No one would know or care if I wasn't.

  We spun around and his hands squeezed my ass again, then his fingers kind of curled up under the hem, tugging it up a little, stroking my lower buttocks!

  I felt a flush of heat that was a mixture of both embarrassment and excitement!

  We spun again and now he was grinding himself against my buttocks. And hard! I felt my chest tightening so that I could hardly breath! His hands were on my stomach, but slid upwards, curving along the sides until his fingers could rub the bare sides of my breasts!

  My nipples felt rock hard!

  Instead of returning to the girls we found ourselves in a little alcove, with me pressed up against the wall while we kissed! I moaned into his mouth, more than a little overwhelmed by it all! I knew I was moving too fast – well, for me – but not how to slow it down! And unlike on previous occasions I didn't have the sense of determination to do so!

  His hand slid under my short skirt and he discovered I wasn't wearing panties!

  I cried out, but into his mouth.

  He didn't seem surprised, his fingers rubbing me there as he continued to kiss me, his bulk both pressing me into the wall and shielding me from the view of anyone else nearby.

  I felt a wild heat swirling inside me, along with the anxiety and embarrassment. I thought... he kisses differently than girls. I mean, he wasn't a bad kisser, but it was different, more demanding, more eager, more determined.

  It wasn't something I had put a lot of thought into on previous occasions. But then, I'd been kissed an awful lot the last week by girls!

  I felt a sense of heat... a heat that began to soften my bones and make it feel as if I was melting there against the wall! I gasped for breath as my lower body began to throb with energy, and a crackling sexual electricity filled me!

  I realized my skirt had become hiked up practically around my waist! That gave me a sense of almost unreality, as if astonished I was doing this in a crowded club with people all around! But despite a desperate anxiety about someone seeing I couldn't bring myself to push him back for the raw heat consuming me!

  I don't think he realized how close to orgasm I was, though. All he sensed was he had a girl there who wasn't doing anything to say no, and so he looked around for a more private place.

  He pulled back, and my trembling hands jerked my skirt back down before he grabbed my arm and pulled me, with me stumbling awkwardly beside him, along the wall.

  The club was very modern in that it had unisex bathrooms. That was, I suppose, very politically correct, and to him, very helpful. He pulled me into one and found an empty stall, then pushed me into that. I practically fell onto the toilet, and then he was locking the door, turning back, and eagerly unzipping his fly.

  Well, this was no dildo, I thought dazedly as he pulled his erection into view. It was right in front of me, and my thoughts and disapproval of his rudeness and forwardness really faded away as I felt a sense of determination to show myself at least, that I wasn't a lesbian.

  I leaned in and took him into my hand, thinking of how warm and lovely he felt compared to the dildos I had been seeing the last week. I licked at it, and then some of the things came to mind which I had never dared do before with guys for fear of getting a reputation.

  I held his cock and then rolled my eyes up at him to give him a kind of teasing look, letting my tongue lick lightly, then more heavily along the underside of the head.

  He cursed softly and I giggled.

  I licked at the head again, then licked longer, pushing his cock upward and licking up along the shaft and underside of the head. I could sense his frustration growing, and tilted him down, pursing my lips and pushing forward, sliding them over the head, pumping in and out a little, then going deeper, taking him deep into my mouth as I sucked.

  He moaned above me, his hands on my head as I sucked and licked. I slid back and forth, then pushed forward – all the way! I heard his curse of delight as I took him into my throat and slid my lips all the way forward to meet his pants.

  This was easier than dildos, I thought, feeling a little giddy and smug at his reaction.

  I slid slowly back, and already his hands were fumbling with his pants. He jerked them down, letting them fall around his ankles, and I slid forward again, taking him deep, wrapping my lips around the base of his shaft.

  My hands found his balls and I began to massage them, squeezing lightly. I drew back from his shaft, gripping his now slick cock in hand and pumping it as I leaned in to lick and suck his ball
s into my mouth.

  “Fuuuuck!” he moaned.

  Yeah! I thought. What do you think of that, mister!?

  I slid my lips off his balls and took his cock into my throat again, moving in and out, bobbing my lips and throat on him. The first time I'd ever done that with a real cock. It didn't last long. He came in my throat and stumbled as I swallowed his semen.

  Then I felt a little regret. Since he'd come he couldn't fuck me. Still, it was probably for the best. Did I want to be fucked in a club toilet?

  We went back out into the club and back to the girls table. Jada was back, with some other black guy. He was not tall but boy he had wide shoulders and a thick chest!

  “Where you been, girl? Taylor went looking for you?” she demanded.

  “I was uh, dancing,” I gulped.

  “Dancing, huh?” She looked at me and Don suspiciously.

  Taylor came back and had the same attitude. But she had a guy with her, tall and hunky looking, so didn't focus a lot of time on me.

  Now it was Don, though, who was stroking my thigh under the table. And more than that! The skirt had buttons up the side, and he quickly unbuttoned most of them so it was slit up the side. That let his fingers find my pussy and play with it without much in the way!

  At least, until Taylor realized what he was doing.

  “Hey!” she said. “You can't grope Rin without my permission!”

  “Your permission!?” he asked in amusement and confusion.

  “Yeah! She's my sex slave!”

  Well, that was embarrassing!

  Not in front of the other girls, who knew about our pervy games, but in front of three guys who were all complete strangers! And all three stared at me with sudden lust and excitement in their eyes!

  Oh, they probably didn't believe it for a second. That didn't mean it didn't turn them on!

  “I'm not your sex slave!” I protested, blushing hotly.

  Not the kind of thing you wanted to yell in a crowded place!

  The guys laughed, thinking it was a joke, but of course, they liked the idea, and started asking Taylor what they could do with me. And believe me, 'studying' was not among the subjects!

  The guys might have been sure she was joking but I wasn't!

  There were eight of us at the table, and then we were all getting up and leaving for somewhere quieter. Where, I knew, the guys were sure they were going to get lucky with the girls. And they weren't wrong!