Girl Domination

"The toys are here," Toni, one of the seniors, told Wendy as she was eating breakfast. "Come on out and get yours."

Feeling a strange mixture of excitement and fear, Wendy jumped up to join the other women headed for the driveway. Some of them had played with boy toys every weekend for nearly a dozen weeks and knew what to expect. Wendy had only heard some stories.

At the blue van, they found eight young men wearing hoods that covered their eyes, bicycle shorts, and web belts to which their wrist cuffs were secured. "Subs move right," Lucy told them. Five of the men sidestepped to the right to be claimed by juniors and seniors armed with straps, switches, and riding crops.

One of the remaining guys was gorgeous, a body builder. He was quickly claimed by the sophomore Cindi. The hairy gorilla was chosen by another sophomore. That left the little skinny guy.

"I guess you're mine," Wendy said, smiling. She actually felt lucky. Even though she knew he had to be at least 18, the man looked sixteen. He had a light complexion and very little body hair, most of it light blond. He was about as unthreatening as could be imagined. "I'm Gwendolyn but I hate that name so call me Wendy and yes, that's my real name."

"I'm Michael," he answered, adding, "And that my real name, too."

"Well, Michael, you belong to me for the weekend."

"You sound gorgeous," he grinned.

"I am," she laughed. "And I'm a virgin and I'm scared shitless."

"Me, too."

"So how'd you end up as a boy toy?" Wendy asked nervously, just to make conversation.

"I just let it be known that I was available and showed up early this morning."

"Have you ever done this before?"

"No," he answered truthfully. "But I wanted to. I wasn't old enough. I just turned eighteen on Tuesday."

"You're cute," Wendy giggled, still standing in the driveway even after everyone else was gone.

"Thanks, I guess," he smiled. "Cute's better than ugly. Nobody's ever called me handsome or a hunk. I guess I'm the class nerd," he sighed then. "I don't date much. That's a lie. I don't date. I haven't had a date ever. And, well, I don't know how to talk to girls."

"You're doing fine with me. Want me to take off your blindfold?"

"I won't be able to see anyway," he told Wendy. "I'm totally blind without my glasses. I can't even make out the big E on the eye charts. But it'll probably make it easier to keep my balance. It's really weird being blind like this."

"And bound."

"That's not too bad."

"Gawd, I'm nervous."

"You already said that," he chuckled. "Ah, I hate to, well,.. I have to pee."

"OK," Wendy laughed, relieved to have some excuse to do something. She unbuckled the blindfold from his eyes and he blinked, trying to get used to the hazy light. "I'm pretty blind, too. I wonder if my glasses would help you."

"Who knows?" he shrugged, pulling up on the cuffs. She unfastened the snap links that secured his wrists to his belt. "Thanks," he told her.

"Are you into submission?"

"I have no idea," he laughed. "Like I said, I have no experience with women."

"Why? You're cute."

"Yeah. They tried to say I needed to stay back in school for proper social development but I preferred to move on. I... Did you know we're not supposed to talk about our personal lives?"

"Yeah, but, well, you know," Wendy stuttered. "I don't want to, you know, get physical, sexual, you know, with, well, you know, somebody I don't know at all."

"I thought that's what this was all about, just physical, nothing else," Michael said. "But I know what you mean." After an uncomfortable silence, he said, "And I really have to pee bad."

"I'm sorry. Come on." She led him into the building to the bathroom and stood back, looking away as he pulled down his shorts and released a stream of urine into the toilet.

"So, now what?" he asked.

"Well, I have a whole sheet of assignments," she told him nervously. "And, well, you know, I guess we ought to get started." She led him to her room and her bed. "I take it you've never been naked with a woman."

"No," he grinned. "I'm kinda looking forward to it."

"You don't mind having the blindfold off? Some guys want to remain annonymous."

"I don't mind. At least not now. But I get terrible headaches without my glasses."

"Here. Try mine." She slid them out of the case and handed them to him. The frames fit pretty well but the feminine design made him look even younger and more vulnerable.

"Not bad," he said, looking around. "I have some double vision because of my astigmatism. But don't you need them?"

"Contacts," she smiled, pointing to her eyes.

"Oh. OK." He nervously tried looking around again, unsettled by the bare breasts in front of him and his growing erection.

"Do you like how I look?" she asked, noticing that he wasn't looking at her.

"You're beautiful."

"And you're bashful," she laughed. "Even more than me and that's saying a lot. You know we have to do a lot of stuff, touching and kissing and, well, you know."

"I know," he blushed. "I just hope I do all right."

"We were warned that once in a while a guy can't get it up because he's so embarrassed," Wendy told him. "I'm glad to see you're not having that problem." She laughed again. "And you are _SO_ cute when you blush. OK, now, well. Geez, I'm blushing, too. Well, we need to get you naked and I'm supposed to strip you, so." Before she lost her nerve, she grabbed his shorts and peeled them down with Michael rolling back onto her bed to help her. "And now we have to kiss. Tongue kiss."

Lots of laughing and licking and wiping later, they were finally getting it right. Not too wet, not to dry, no slobbering. He admitted to her that she was the first girl he had ever Frenched. That pleased her, being much more experienced. Kissing was the one somewhat sexual activity that her strict upbringing had allowed for a teenager or unmarried woman.

They were sharing spit again when Jennifer and Debbie walked in, calling, "Hi, Wendy. Hi, boy toy."

They jumped apart, embarrassed, and then Wendy burst out laughing. "Hi, guys. I'd like to introduce Michael, my boy toy. This is Jennifer and that's Debbie."

"Hi," he smiled nervously, feeling a strange tingle all over his body that concentrated in his groin, somehow pumping even more blood into his rigid erection.

Jennifer froze, feeling an aura, an electric charge in the room that almost sizzled. Whatever it was, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was strange. Erotic. Her nipples hardened on their own but not from a chill. Her body felt hot even in the air conditioned room.

"There are more beds to be made over here," Maria snapped, swatting Tina's exposed and reddened buttocks with a leather paddle to hurry her into the single women's dorm' room. Tina shuffled in perched on the incredibly high heels, still in full bondage. "And when you're done, we're going to put your tongue to work."

"I'm glad we have her for the weekend," Jennifer grinned. "Otherwise we'd have to lick each other's pussy's for our cunnilingus homework."

"But I've got my boy toy," Wendy giggled with glee. "No queer sex for me."

"But you have to use a plastic barrier," Debbie reminded her.

"I'll survive," she grinned. "You knew you'd have to lick me, right?"

"I can't wait," Michael grinned.

"Oh, wait!" Wendy suddenly yelled. "He's a virgin. Do you want to stay that way? I mean, well, you know."

"Not particularly," Michael shrugged. "But I was told that there would be no intercourse..."

"Not with us. With our girl toy slave. Go get Jerry and ask him if it's all right." Maria ran out and was back less than a minute later.

"Anything we want," Maria announced. "Just make sure he's got a rubber on."

"Well, Michael, this is your luck day. Come here, slave," Wendy yelled. "Kneel before my toy. You are the lowest scum on the planet so I'm going to give you to my toy."

Giggling, Jennifer and Maria made a producation out of removing the plugs from Tina's pussy and butt hole and the gag from her mouth. They released the chain that connected the shackles to her wrists to get it out of the way. Then they ordered her onto the bed with her legs in the air and spread wide.

"Here," Wendy giggled, tearing open a Trojan and rolling it onto Michael's cock, realizing suddenly that it was the first time that she had actually touched him or any adult male's member on her own. But it just seemed natural and right and exciting. "Fuck her."

"You're serious?"

"It's a long story," Jennifer said, still feeling a crackling in the air. "But yes, we're serious."

It took some more urging but Michael allowed Debbie to help insert his cock into Tina's sopping love tunnel. They playfully slapped his bare butt to encourage his to slam into Tina as hard as he could. Before he popped, Maria demanded that they stop so he could do her 'doggie style'. Tina obdiently turned over to present her backside.

Jennifer stood behind him as he slammed against Tina's butt cheeks with every thrust, still feeling weird. As she reached toward him, the feeling got stronger and when her hands finally reached around him, it was almost as if sparks flew between her hands and his chest. Even more intense was the feeling of her nipples touching his back, sending signals to her pussy.

Michael was trying to hold off, trying to make his first and only fuck last, to make it as exciting and memorable as possible. He was doing well until he felt an energy field encompass his body that forced blood to gush into his cock. A second later, hands touched his body and then a glorious feeling of being enfolded in heaven and...

Boom! A gusher exploded from his cock, filling the reservoir in the tip of the condom buried deep inside Tina's sopping cunt. He kept slamming into her, wanting it to never end, the heavenly feeling of...

But it wasn't the cunt. It was the hands. And boobs. He knew is was breasts pressed against his back even though he had never before felt.. What?  He closed his eyes and sighed, the feeling of long gentle fingers brushing over his small but sensitive nipples sending electric jolts to his cock even as it slid out of Tina's puss'.

"Wow!" he and Jennifer said together as he turned in her arms to look up into her eyes. She was gorgeous, he decided. He's cute, she noted again. Energy poured back and fourth between them.

"Can I... taste you?" Jennifer panted, realizing with a start that she was out of breath. Without waiting for an answer, she slid the condom off his cock and dropped it on the floor.

"Hey, you have to use a rubber," Wendy told her. "And he's my toy," she added weakly, realizing that something out of the ordinary was happening at the foot of the bed. "He's a virgin. It's probably OK," she said softly as she watched Jennifer pump his cock in and out of her mouth. Jennifer's eyes were open, looking up at Wendy's boy toy with lust and hunger.

Suddenly, Jennifer's expression changed. She jumped up and ran, calling, "I'm sorry" in her wake.

"Wow," the other women gasped. "Did you see? Feel that?" Wendy asked. "Yeah, like they were a furnace or something," Maria whispered. "Incredible," Debbie added, still looking at the door where Jennifer had gone. They all stood there for several minutes. Then Wendy noticed that Michael, too, was staring at the doorway, his cock looking red and ready, throbbing and bouncing up and down.

"Fuck the bitch's ass," she told him. "Tina's. Fuck her butt. Hard. Make it hurt. She likes to be hurt."  Lucy had recommended that they use dildos to humiliate Tina but Michael was convenient and they devilishly wanted to watch.

Seeming to still be in a trance, Michael let himself be sheathed in a fresh condom and guided into Tina' rectum. In a minute, he was in a pounding cadence that had Tina gasping and grunting. Ten minutes later, he was still at it and Wendy ordered him to stop and Debbie ordered Tina to clean his cock with her tongue right after it popped from her asshole.

It was lunch time so they went to eat. Most of the other boy toys were in bondage, being ordered around by their mistresses for the weekend. Two young men, wearing frilly aprons and high heels along with cuffs, gags, and butt plugs, served the freshmen women and their toys. Debbie put Tina's plate on the floor and made her eat like 'a bitch dog', as she put it.

Something happened that first Saturday morning that destroyed all of the women's inhibitions. After lunch, Wendy, Debbie, and Maria lounged on the leather sofas and had Tina lick their assholes while Michael feasted on their pussies. They had all decided that Michael was safe. At least they prayed that he was truthful when he said he was a virgin.

They gagged Tina again and sent her out for refreshments and made her change their sheets and make beds and lick pussy juice off of the leather sofas and generally humiliated her as much as possible while treating Michael as a treasure, kissing and cuddling and loving every minute of his attention. And he enjoyed their carresses, the hand jobs and blow jobs that ended in his frustration as he was passed to the next woman before he came. Wendy finally stroked him off just before supper as all of them watched the white cream spurt out of his pecker.

When supper time came around, Tina was placed under a row of tables pushed together. She had to service everyone with her mouth and beg for the scraps that were placed between freshman labia, usually right on top of a clitoris. The other students and the staff marvelled that the young women who, just three days before, couldn't touch themselves were now so uninhibited. All except for Jennifer, who hadn't returned.

"I want my own toy next weekend," Maria told everyone as she again experienced pussy licking from Michael.

"Too bad our girl toy has to leave," Debbie laughed as Tina tongued her anal orifice. "This feels good. Now, bitch. Lick my clit."

"According to our schedule, we start anal eroticism classes this coming week," Wendy noted, having removed her contacts and reclaimed her glasses from Michael. "I guess we're a little ahead in class. I wonder if this will get us promoted to a more advanced class."

"Don't," Michael told them, coming up for air. "It'll retard your social development."

"Like you should know," Maria laughed, putting her hand behind his head to pull him back into her crotch. "Is his-ums tongue getting tired?"

"A little," he said, dragging a moist lip between Debbie's labia.

"Then you may take a break and massage my pussy with your hands," Maria told him, smiling as he reached for baby oil. "But start with these," she grinned, cupping her breasts.

"Yes, mam."

"Damn, you're wonderful," Maria sighed, melting back into the cushions. "I could get to like this."

"It's just homework," Wendy told them, looking very studious with her glasses on and a pen stuck behind her ear as she studied her homework handout. "We've done everything on the list. Now we just have to write about it."

"I'd like this between my legs when I write," Debbie said, tapping their weekend slave on the top of her head. "It might inspire me."

-*-

Debbie had become the leader of the room full of single women and the major dominatrix over Tina. She called a halt to the sex play and ordered everyone to the shower. Still strapped in the nylon belt that held rubber appliances in her cunt and butt, Tina was forced to wash all of them and tongue their private parts.

After their shower, Wendy went to bed with Michael. Debbie and Maria chained Tina to the foot of Maria's bed and enjoyed a massage and more cunnilingus to help them sleep.

It was late when Jennifer crept back into the room. Michael felt her presence and rolled over, rousing Wendy. "Come on over here, Jenn," Wendy called softly.

"I can't," Jennifer said in a choked voice.

"Yes, you can. Michael wants you. I can tell."

"That's the problem," Jennifer whispered. "I want to fuck him and have him fuck me and I can't because I promised myself and my mother and God and even Clarice that I would be a virgin when I got married and I can't control...."

She was still talking nervously when Wendy got up and took her hand to lead her to her bed and push her down, ordering Michael to her pussy, to lick her to orgasm. And again. And again, except that his tongue was no longer tired but inspired.

-*-

The only way to separate Jennifer from her boy toy was to plant herself between them. Wendy found that only that seemed to block some of the energy waves that so obviously passed between the pair, creating a heat that everyone in the vicinity could feel.

When she awakened, Wendy was on her side sandwiched between them with her breasts pressed into Michael's back and Jennifer snuggled against her back. "Wake up, you guys," Wendy laughed, bouncing the bed under them.

Michael and Jennifer both seemed bashful and embarrassed as they woke up so close to each other. Wendy grabbed Michael first, planting a kiss on his lips and then deepening it with her tongue until he was panting and his cock was hard. Then she rolled over and repeated the process with Jennifer, not embarrassed at all to be French kissing another woman. "Now kiss each other," Wendy insisted, standing up on the bed to walk to the foot.

Jennifer laid paralyzed but Michael smiled broadly and slid over to the much taller woman. He hovered over her for a long time just looking into her eyes, then slowly lowered his face to hers until their lips met.

At the first touch of their lips, they slammed into each other as if they were drawn magnetically. He frantically humped against her belly as he drove his tongue into Jennifer's mouth to explore and arouse. "You two are really somethin'," Wendy commented from the foot of the bed. "Now get up and... Oh, well. Eat each other again just so long as I'm next."

Michael gleefully whirled around on the bed and planted his mouth on Jennifer's pussy, pressing his hard cock against her chest between her small breasts. He enthusiastically attacked her slit with his lips and tongue, making her instantly start bucking her pelvis against his face.

"Come over here and watch this," Wendy called to the three women in the next bed who were now stirring. Maria and Debbie drug Tina over by Wendy to watch.

"On your knees, bitch," Debbie snapped, forcing Tina down and pulling the woman's face into her crotch. "I gotta pee something fierce." It was Lucy who told them about that ultimate humiliation of Tina who both loathed and craved the idea of being used as a toilet by freshmen. Debbie found it hard to release her pee but figured she had all morning. When she was finally able to relax her sphincter enough, Tina swallowed every drop except for a couple that bubbled out through her nose.

"I bet Maria needs to piss, too," Debbie told Tina who dutifully walked on her knees over to open her mouth against Maria's crotch. Maria barely managed to wait until Tina was in place before releasing the contents of her bladder into the slave's mouth, remembering to do it in short squirts. Tina didn't need to be ordered to Debbie's crotch, crawling over on her own. Her own bladder about to burst but she couldn't pee until the big dildo that filled her pussy was removed. It was so big that it pressed her urethra closed.

Debbie unlocked the crotch belt and allowed Tina to crawl across the hall with orders to replace the rubber devices and lock the crotch belt tightly before returning. When she got back, Michael was still going after Jennifer who complained, "I can't come. I've got to pee too bad."

"Tina will take care of that," Debbie told her. "Move over for a second, Michael. Hey, do you have to pee, too?"

"Yes, mam," he answered.

"Ladies first, Tina," Debbie ordered. Tina swallowed two more full bladders and then reported to Debbie for more forced pussy licking duty as they watched the couple on the bed bring each other to violent orgasms.

They were all surprised to be ordered to a nondenominational church service right after breakfast to hear a sermon based on Paul's epistles accompanied by modern inspirational music. To a person, they were impressed.

They got to play for a few more hours before they had to kiss Michael good by, buckling the blindfold back over his eyes as he climbed into the van for the trip back to the campus. Then it was Tina's turn.

"I hope it wasn't too much," they told Tina as Debbie removed the crotch strap and let the big dildo slide out of the poor woman's pussy.

"It was great," Tina smiled, grunting as she tried to expell the butt plug, finally needing to pull it out after contorting her body into a fetal position to reach it. "Now I just need for Jerry to whip me and fuck me to oblivion."

"I might be able to handle that," he said, appearing at the door with a cat-o-nine-tails.

"Oh, gawd, I love you," she cried, bending to expose her bottom rather than hugging her husband. He swung the cat hard, making her shreik for a second before she regained control just before the next blow fell. "Harder!" she demanded as the other women watched, wincing every time the leather thongs met Tina's butt cheeks.

While Tina was still begging for more, Jerry snatcher her up and literally threw her onto Debbie's bed. She rolled to her back and spread her legs just in time for Jerry to slam his cock into her sopping hole, sliding all the way to the hilt instantly.

Debbie motioned to the others and they all walked out together.

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