“Come on, Hope, let’s have a look inside.”
Crowds of people walked past as Ivy gestured towards the modern store on Oxford Street. The store she suggested we looked inside was called Harmony and the halo above the ‘a’ and the horns on the ‘o’ suggested exactly what type of shop this was. The writing on the window inviting shoppers to escape the cold and discover their erotic fantasy confirmed that.
A few weeks had passed since Ivy found me tied up with the letter I had written for her and the incredible night and day that followed; not only was Ivy supportive of my extra-curricular activities, but she was now also happy to be involved. Unfortunately, in the lead-up to the winter break, the university work started piling up and it was hard to find the time to continue from where we left off with studying and the part-time jobs we both had; though, that wasn’t to say we didn’t squeeze a little play in, let’s just say Ivy hadn’t had to do the dishes for a while.
Time flew while I was busy, and in no time at all, winter end-of-term had arrived and Ivy had persuaded me to join her for a short train ride into London to do some Christmas shopping. My parents had essentially paid for my first year of tuition and accommodation through their savings so I had managed to save up a fair chunk of money from my pay which I had used a little to buy my parents their Christmas presents. After a day out in London today, there was an end-of-term Ibiza-themed at a club close to the university on Saturday, then a day to recover on Sunday before my parents picked me up to go home for Christmas. I’d been looking forward to the break for a while, but with recent events, I was going to miss Ivy being around which was why I agreed to both this shopping trip and to join her at the end-of-term party.
Ivy beckoned me to look inside the adult shop and I don’t know why I felt so awkward about it; this was a classy-looking store in the middle of Oxford Street and plenty of people were walking in and out. Still, I avoided anyone’s eyes as Ivy held my hand and guided me inside behind the electronic screens on the front that hid the shop’s wares from those who didn’t or shouldn’t be seeing them.
Inside, display stands were full of all sorts of adult toys and sexy clothes and it was clear that no one else around was that bothered by my presence in the store to be judging me. Feeling relaxed, I admired the rails of lingerie and sexy outfits and winced when I saw the price tags; ‘maybe one day’, I thought to myself.
We moved on to the toys and I ogled all the pretty leather cuffs and collars on display along with the premade harnesses and intimidating nipple clamps. I’d shopped online before, appreciating the discrete nature of it, but being here and seeing the items up close was much better. Ivy seemed as excited as a kid in a sweet store as she marvelled over the items on display and her eyes lit up when we reached the anal section.
“Didn’t you say you needed a new plug?”
I appreciated that she asked quietly and that no one was nearby, though I still felt embarrassed. She was right of course, I had said that since the first one I bought was now slipping in with ease and I wanted to feel more full inside, but the idea of choosing one in a store full of shoppers and bringing that plug to the cashier filled me with dread. Ivy sensed my unease and pulled me close, saying I could order one online.
We left the shop, but Ivy told me to wait outside quickly as she wanted to pick up one of the outfits she liked. I knew she only did this because she was aware of my unease at approaching the cashier, even if I wasn’t the one buying, and I silently berated myself for not having the confidence to do it. My nervous nature was the reason I had held off trying self-bondage for so long, and surely I should have learned by now that sometimes it was better to be brave and just go for it.
Minutes later, Ivy returned to me outside and we went to the local Wetherspoons for lunch. The corner booth we sat in offered us privacy and Ivy revealed to me the black, latex mini-dress she had bought for herself; the thought of seeing her wear it was causing my clit to throb, though that could also be because I hadn’t orgasmed for a couple of weeks.
“I also bought you an early Christmas present.”
Ivy passed me the bag and I looked around to check no one was looking before reaching into the bag and pulling out a box. The box contained a matching app-controlled butt plug and vibrator with a two-part harness made of thin straps that had adjustable vibrating rings at the front to sit around the base of the nipples and to hold the plug and vibrator in place. I remember seeing the promotional bay in the store we had just been in and thinking they would be cool to try, but of course, I didn’t have the confidence to buy it. I looked up, dumb-founded at Ivy trying to find the words to say.
“Ivy, you shouldn’t have. I haven’t got you anything.”
“Don’t worry about that Hope, this present is as much for me as it is for you.”
I wiped my face, feeling embarrassed by the tears forming. What good did I do to deserve someone like Ivy in my life?”
“Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry.” Ivy joked to lighten the mood.
While waiting for the food, I felt Ivy spread my legs with her feet under the table, I looked up to see her face lit with a mischievous grin. Due to the end of the table being covered by a wooden pane bearing the pub’s name and logo, no one would see what was happening underneath the table, but I was still very much aware of how busy the pub was.
Slowly, Ivy inched her foot further up my skirt, along the inside of my thighs until she gently started stroking me through my panties. I clenched my fists, feeling the sudden shift as my mind prepared to submit to her. The background noise faded as I focused on the joy on her face as she teased me.
“Hope?”
“Uh-huh?”
I breathed, slowly regressing deeper into my submission as I opened my legs wider for her.
“Why don’t you quickly go into the bathroom, remove your panties, and then bring them back to me?”
I nodded, my heart racing as I clumsily shuffled off the chair and walked to the bathroom, feeling Ivy’s gaze follow me as I went. Keeping my gaze glued to the floor, I found a free stall in the toilets and removed my panties, shocked at how wet they were already as I stuffed them in my bag.
Ivy was grinning at me as I walked back to the table, very aware of my bare, shaven pussy free underneath my skirt. I sat down carefully, making sure that my dress didn’t rise and once I checked no one was walking by, quickly passed my panties to Ivy to place in her bag. The moment I felt the touch of her feet against mine, I spread my legs immediately. Holding her gaze, I gripped the table as her toe started rubbing my exposed clit; there was something about the risk of being caught that enhanced the pleasure and although I felt very skittish, I kept my legs wide open for her, even as a waitress approached with our drinks and I smiled and stifled a moan as Ivy continued.
After lunch, we enjoyed a little sightseeing around London, soaking in the Christmas atmosphere as Ivy continued to torment me. I was all too aware of the cool breeze against my dripping hole as we walked through the crowds of people shopping. As the winter night drew in, we found ourselves in Camden. After a quick look through the high street and the market, Ivy led me to a shop called Cyberdog. I could hear the loud electronic music from outside, and as we stepped inside and travelled down an escalator, I could see a live DJ playing a set inside the store. The shop offered plenty of rave-inspired clothes and Ivy suggested that if I had enough money left, I should get an outfit for the party tomorrow evening.
In the dimly lit store, Ivy took every opportunity to tease me. In one dark corner, she lifted my skirt and inspected my wet hole while I stood static. The idea of being caught was scary, but my god was it exhilarating to be on display like this in public. In another quiet spot, she pinned me against the wall and adjusted my dress to reveal my breasts as she pinched my nipples. I was putty in her hand, willing her to take more control no matter the risk. Suddenly, she stopped and continued to shop as if nothing happened.
Plenty of the clothing on sale had glow-in-the-dark elements that stood out and the choice was overwhelming. I’d never been the best at choosing clothing, so I asked Ivy if she could recommend an outfit for me and she suggested a set in white and pink that included a crop top with a pink logo emblazoned that glowed in the dark with a pleated mini-skirt, and a pink choker. The outfit was so out there that I would never have dreamed of selecting it myself, but I trusted Ivy’s judgement; sure the outfit was probably more revealing than anything that I’d worn before, but the club would be dark and crowded and full of people wearing similar clothing, so it wasn’t like I was going to stand out.
Ivy selected a black dress with glow-in-the-dark elements that had slits in the skirt to reveal part of her torso and her legs. I offered to pay for hers as a Christmas gift, but she refused. Downstairs there was an eighteen and over section that offered more revealing clothes and some wacky-themed sex toys. Some of them were incredibly appealing but I didn’t want to spend all the money I had. I would have to come back in the future, some of these items I definitely needed for my growing collection.
“Look what I found in clearance.”
Ivy seemed excited as she showed me a glow-in-the-dark ball gag and a black face mask with the Cyberdog logo. I knew exactly what she was thinking, and although her idea terrified me, I knew I wanted to try it so much more. I nodded but stated that I’d pay for it myself and with a sudden jolt of confidence, I took the items to the cashier who smiled warmly at me even though I couldn’t look at her directly and scurried away after tapping my card on the machine. My clit was pounding from the teasing and the thought of being gagged under the face mask was only fuelling my desire.
Outside the shop, Ivy led me to a quiet alleyway and I opened my mouth to invite her to fit the gag into my mouth before she covered it with the face mask. I followed her back onto the busy streets of Camden feeling exposed even though no one could see the gag underneath the mask. The pandemic that occurred only a few years back made face masks still commonplace, especially in crowded cities so no one batted an eyelid as I grew wetter and wetter.
Instead of heading to the underground station that I thought we were headed to, Ivy went a little further around the corner leading us to a pub called ‘The World’s End’. I’d heard good things about this place, the live music sounded loud even from outside. Ivy looked at me questioningly and I nodded that I wanted to go in with her. It was crammed full of people inside and we had to squeeze through the crowd to get closer to the stage. Having been teased constantly by Ivy for the last few hours, every contact sent shivers through me and my cunt was dripping more than ever down the inside of my thighs; I was sure someone would be able to tell.
The band on stage were putting on a great show and I danced with Ivy, enjoying the closeness of her body as she touched me discreetly over and over. When the band performed a cover of a well-known song, Ivy told me to sing along and she watched me menacingly as I mumbled the lyrics through the gag under the mask while drooling uncontrollably, causing her to giggle.
By the time the band had finished their set, my body was aching and I felt frustrated from being kept on edge for so long. Exhaustion consumed me and Ivy led me back to the underground station. Despite the late hour, the train was packed and we had to stand by the doors pushed up against the other passengers like sardines. Thankfully we only had one stop otherwise someone may have questioned the aroma of my arousal escaping from my skirt or the wet patches forming on the face mask.
The first moment we had some privacy after reaching the station, Ivy removed the gag and the mask, stroking my cheek to show how pleased she was. Once we’d found a seat on the train, my exhaustion outweighed my desire for release and I leaned against Ivy’s chest as she gently stroked my hair. It had been a great day out in London made ever greater by Ivy pushing my boundaries.
Ivy headed out early the next day and I took the opportunity to have a lay-in. Memories of the day before caressed my mind and my body and it was no surprise that I’d woken up with my clit throbbing for attention. Instead of giving in to it there and then, I decided to distract myself knowing that the release would be much more exciting when it came.
After browsing the phone, I ordered a couple of presents for Ivy for a next-day delivery to pick up from a local collection locker. She may complain that I’d bought her something when I didn’t need to, but I could argue that the Doxy vibrator and the strap-on with pleasure for her included that I ordered were just as much for me as they were for her.
After a healthy porridge and fruit breakfast, Ivy returned and we spent the rest of the morning relaxing and wrapping the Christmas presents we had bought in London yesterday for our families. Ivy promised a reward for agreeing to attend the party that evening, and that was the only reason that stopped me from behaving like a brat to get a reaction from her. Still, time passed quickly and in no time at all we had to prepare for the party tonight.
The outfits we bought from London were laid out on my bed ready and we had just enjoyed a quick shower together with music blasting to get in the mood. I was a little nervous for the evening ahead, it had been a while since I had been out drinking, and I was worried I’d get carried away and make a fool of myself. I needed something to keep me focused and grounded, and that was when I saw the gift Ivy had bought me and a stupid idea formed in my head.
“Ivy, I think I want to wear this tonight.” I held up the set of the app-controlled vibrator and butt plug with the nipple rings. It was risky, probably more so than anything I’d done before, but wearing those toys underneath my outfit might be the distraction I needed to get me through the night.
“Are you sure? Giving me that kind of control of toys you’re wearing somewhere that busy is a wise idea, especially after a few drinks.”
“I’m positive. I trust you, Ivy, and bizarrely, I think it would help my nerves.”
Ivy’s face was a picture, her smile beaming from ear to ear as she barely contained her excitement while opening the packaging for what she bought me. I stood still as Ivy started with the chest harness. The harness was discreet enough to be covered by the tank top but it had the added benefit of holding my pushing up my breasts. I could feel the metal rings fit snugly around my nipples and just their presence made me shiver with anticipation; I could only imagine how intense it would feel when they started vibrating.
Ivy moved on to the bottom part of the harness, starting by fitting it loosely around my waist. She pumped a little lubricant onto her finger and lightly traced a finger between my ass cheeks. The cold shock sent a shiver down my spine, and I clenched my ass, ready and eager for the intrusion. With the plug lubricated, Ivy pressed the silicone plug against my hole, and I gasped. Slowly, Ivy eased the plug inside, which was still such a new and exciting sensation for me. I enjoyed the stretch as the plug’s girthiest part stretched my hole more than ever. Placing a hand on Ivy’s shoulder, I steadied myself, controlling my breathing as Ivy slowly eased it in until it slipped in with a satisfying plop.
“Wow. That feels good,”
I clenched my cheeks, feeling the foreign object fill me. Ivy went about adjusting the harness, attaching the plug and then placing the small vibrator in place so that it sat resting against my clit and inched inside my hole slightly. The harness kept the plug and the vibrator securely in place, preventing them from falling out.
As I got dressed in the outfit I bought from Cyberdog, I waited on edge for Ivy to set any of the vibrators off, but she didn’t. Even as we walked to where the party was being held, I waited, but still nothing. I looked at Ivy in exasperation, and she smiled wickedly, enjoying how helpless I felt.
I could hear the music before I saw the building, and there were so many students out and about dressed up for the party. It was far busier than I thought it would be, and briefly, I had second thoughts about the remote-controlled vibrators, but after taking a moment to steel myself, I was up for the night more than ever.
Inside the dimly lit room, the strobe lighting flashed around the room, and I saw the full effect of Ivy’s glow-in-the-dark dress, she looked stunning. As we approached the bar, Ivy turned on the vibrations on the vibrator resting against my clit. She must have chosen the lowest setting, needlessly reminding me they were there as I became accustomed to the stimulation while brushing shoulders with others waiting at the bar.
“Can I have two vodka and cokes, please?”
My tone jumped as Ivy turned on the plug and the nipple rings to join the vibrator on the clip, and I looked over at her with a sheepish smile, trying to ignore the man behind the bar as he giggled. There was no way he could have known about the vibrators, but clearly, the instant shock in my tone caused him amusement.
We found a table close to the dance floor and struggled to talk over the music. The steady vibrations were comfortable, keeping me aware of their presence but not distracting me a great deal. Others joined us, including Beatrice who was flanked by two of her followers. I noticed Ivy tense up as Beatrice babbled on about how tacky the decorations were; I thought they were quite good personally. Her outfit, a pink corset and mini-skirt with fairy wings on the back was incredible though, and I had to give her credit for that.
Ivy downed her drink when Beatrice disappeared into the crowd and ordered us another two drinks and a shot at the bar. It was clear she still had feelings for Beatrice and although I thought I would be jealous, I wasn’t, I only wanted to comfort Ivy and the best way I could do that was to enjoy the party and not act like a wet blanket. So I matched Ivy’s enthusiasm with drinking, downing the shots, watching and gossiping about the people around us, and eventually going up to dance.
In the middle of a crowded dance floor, Ivy discreetly touched me at every opportunity she got, and to make my evening a little more challenging, she turned up the vibrations slightly. Now, they were more than a little distracting, and I closed my eyes as I felt Ivy’s lips close to my neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Beatrice look over with a face like thunder, but Ivy was oblivious to her presence. She wasn’t doing this out of spite and that made me smile.
After quite a few songs had passed and I’d had a few more drinks, I was feeling incredibly hot and steamy, on edge for when Ivy next turned up the intensity and speed of the vibrations, my whole body craved them to go up again, even with the hundreds of students in the room. Ivy led me to a dark corner away from the dancefloor, and she pushed me lightly against the wall, placing her hand on the wall beside my head and stepping towards me. The move was so simple, yet it made my knees weak, intimidated by her presence. For a moment, it was as if it was just me and her and then, for the first time, she adjusted all three of the vibrations to full. The sudden assault made me light-headed, and I opened my mouth as I rested against her chest to keep myself upright. Seconds later, the vibrations returned to normal, and I looked up at Ivy breathlessly, throbbing for more.
The evening soon passed into the early morning hours and I felt like I was on some kind of a high caused by the excitement of the party, the alcohol, and the constant stimulation and assault from the vibrators. I was muttering incoherently, begging her quietly for more while she laughed wickedly and pulled me back towards the dance floor to join some of her friends. They knew I wasn’t the most social person in the world, so it wouldn’t be such a big deal as I avoided their gaze and conversation as we danced.
The clock on my phone showed that it was past four in the morning when we eventually left the club. My whole body ached from the dancing, but more pressingly with the need for release. Ivy had teased me relentlessly to the point where I would do anything for her but as we quietly walked home, the vibrations were kept low.
“Thank you for coming with me tonight, Hope. I know this isn’t your scene but you made the night so much fun.”
“No problem, I enjoyed it far more than I thought I would, though I would say that was more because of you and the vibrators.”
Ivy laughed as we approached our dorm room, and I followed her inside, eager for the reward Ivy had promised. Despite being tired, I was more than ready to stay up for this. Ivy ensured the door was locked and told me to wait as she went through a bag of stuff she had bought in London yesterday. I went to get a bottle of water from our mini fridge only to find we had run out so I quickly went outside the dorm room to get a chilled water from the vending machine. Leaning against the vending machine was a man with his top off kissing a girl in a very skimpy outfit, her leg was up against his side as he stroked her thigh. Awkwardly, I went past them and ordered the water quickly before rushing back to my dorm room.
Ivy was waiting for me, having laid out all she needed on the floor. I eyed the rope, tinsel, baubles, our coloured little clothes pegs, the ball gag, and a Santa hat. I smiled and followed Ivy’s instructions as I lay on my back. The ease with which she used the rope to bind my lower leg to my thighs and my wrists to near my shoulders was impressive; it was clear she had been looking up rope tutorials online. It had been too long since I had been tied, I missed how helpless it made me feel.
With my legs and arms bound, Ivy used the tinsel to wrap around my arms and legs to decorate me and then helped me up so that I was kneeling with my legs spread. She used the app to turn the vibrations up slightly as she used the coloured mini-clothespegs to pin the baubles to my stomach and my breasts, finishing by placing one on each nipple. My nipples were already sensitive and erect from the constant teasing from the vibrations and the shock of the pain ripped through me and it felt incredible.
Ivy finished by placing the ball gag in my all too willing mouth and then placed the Christmas hat on my head. Using my phone, she took a photo so that I could see how festive I looked, and she laughed as she turned the vibrations up to full.
The vibrations on my clit, in my ass, and on my nipples were overwhelming as I moaned in pleasure through the gag. I watched Ivy dance enticingly as she stripped down in front of me. When she was down to just her panties, she stepped forward, pushing her dripping pussy close to my face as I breathed in her scent like an addict. I felt her foot press against the vibrator between my legs, making the vibrations that much more intense.
“So, how long do we leave our little Christmas tree here?”
Ivy teased as she gripped firmly around my neck. I held her gaze, trying to hump her foot as she lightly choked me. Just as I started to struggle for air, Ivy let go and I breathed deeply. Ivy then wiped the drool collecting on my chin over my face, messing my make-up before stepping close again, telling me to breathe her in once again. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils as my brain learned to associate that with the pleasure I felt in the moment.
“Be a good pet, stroke me with your face.”
I reached forward and rubbed my nose against her slit, doing my best to find her clit as I felt her wetness on my face. Ivy finally removed her panties revealing her smooth, glistening sex to thirst my appetite even more. She briefly removed the hat as she placed the panties over my face, ensuring the wet patch covered my nose. With every breath, I breathed her scent in and Ivy knelt to face me, lightly slapping my face and asking me to nod if I wanted her to go harder.
Instantly, I nodded my approval, and I felt the slap of her palm against my face. The pain was delicious, and I wanted more so I offered the other cheek to do so again. Encouraged by my eagerness, Ivy continued slapping my face, warming them at first until they matched the redness of the Santa hat.
Ivy briefly disappeared to get her Doxy vibrator as the mixture of the vibrations, the pain, and the humiliation threatened to push me over the edge. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and to my horror, the door swung open as I remembered I hadn’t relocked it after going out to get the water, and in stepped Beatrice, still wearing her fairy outfit.
“Ivy.”
Beatrice called out as the door shut behind her and then she froze as she looked down to see me bound and decorated with Christmas decorations while gagged. Fuck.
