Six months earlier…
Come on, Chase! How hard can it be? Victoria tried to root herself. You walk to Kate's room and apologize her! Simple as that! In theory, it sounded simple enough. Practice was another thing, though.
Victoria glanced at her three poster-sized self-portraits for moral support, but the three pixie-haired girls on the wall just stared back at her indifferently, like they had each day after Nathan Prescott had shot Chloe Price, and the truth behind Kate Marsh's behavior at the Vortex Club party had come to light. Nathan Prescott had drugged Kate so that Mark Jefferson, Victoria's teacher and the photographer she had looked up to, could pursue his twisted obsession. When she had learned about this, she had immediately pulled out the viral video about Kate's antics at the party, but the damage had already been done, of course.
That had been over a week ago. Victoria had not been able to face Kate in the following days after the incident. Even at Chloe's funeral, she'd stayed on the background, trying to steer clear from the smaller girl. With the exception of attending classes, Victoria had mostly staying in her room, wallowing in guilt and self-pity. Courtney and Taylor had tried to check up on her from time to time, but she had all but shut them out.
Victoria couldn't undo the posting of the video, but she could at least take responsibility of her actions. Kate would probably hate her guts, but she would accept whatever was coming to her. Even though she was the queen bee of Blackwell, this event served to remind her that even she couldn't get away with everything. In retrospect, the initial idea of pulling the virtuous girl down from her pedestal sounded just petty and cruel. Nevertheless, despite all the self-loathing, Victoria had managed to push away the inevitable for a whole week. Now she had reached a point where she could not push it further.
Might as well get this over with, the blonde though, letting out a deep sigh as she stood up. She walked to the door and cracked it open. The hallway was relatively quiet. Victoria could see Juliet Watson standing at the doorway of Dana's room. The two girls were probably gossiping as usual. Gossip was something that Victoria had grown tired of lately. No one else was in the hallway, even though a few doors were slightly ajar. Max's room was closed, though, with the usual poker face adorning her slate replaced with well wishes from the other students. The brunette had kept mostly to herself after the shooting. Apparently Chloe had been Max's childhood friend, so she had taken the punk's death hard.
I should probably reach out to her too, Victoria thought. The feud she'd had with the shy, geeky hipster felt so meaningless right now.
Victoria stepped into the hallway and walked towards Kate's room. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, which cracked open from the force of the knock. "Kate?" she asked quietly as she pushed the door further and peeked in. No one was in, save for a small white rabbit that lied peacefully in its cage, barely noticing the incomer.
The blonde considered briefly about returning to her own room, but decided against it. Kate'll probably be back in a few, she thought and stepped further inside. This was the first time she had been in Kate's room, so she took a moment to observe the habitat. It wasn't what she had expected a religious girl's room to look like. Save for a cross and a poster of Jesus, it looked pretty much a regular teenager's room. Victoria gave into her curiosity and walked around the room. Kate appeared to be a tidy person, as everything seemed to be in its place and there were no extra clothes lying around. One item, placed out of sight in the recess between a drawer and the room corner, caught her attention though. It was a half empty wine bottle. Well, that's interesting. A smirk rose on her face.
Victoria turned her attention to Kate's desk. The petite girl's laptop was on and unlocked. Several windows were open with a text document being the foremost. It wasn't the text document that caused the blonde to lean to take a closer look. Something black and shiny in the window under the document had caught her eye. Her hand had gone onto the mouse and clicked the window before she could even grasp that she was doing it. The acknowledgement that she was intruding Kate's privacy was nothing compared to the shock when she saw the image that the document was covering.
It was a picture of two women, one of them kneeling before the other. The kneeling woman was naked save for a harness consisting of rings and studded leather straps. The straps criss-crossed over her torso and intersected at strategically placed rings on her breasts and abdomen. The harness connected to a leather collar on the woman's neck on the top and one of the straps went straight down to her hairless crotch. Her hands were tied back with a single leather sleeve that connected to the harness, and the other end of the sleeve was connected to a rod that kept her feet separated, forcing her to assume a kneeling, slightly arched position. The most striking detail, however, was the bright red ball gag that was wedged between her jaws, and secured in place with another set of straps and rings.
The other woman was looking down at her kneeling partner with a mischievous grin on her face. She was wearing a shiny red leather corset that exposed and brought up her breasts. Her arms were covered in a pair of red latex opera gloves, and her legs in a pair of shiny red leather, spike-heeled boots that came up to mid thigh. She was holding the bound woman's chin at her fingertips while the free hand was holding a riding crop. The picture was a typical example of a BDSM setting between a dominatrix and a submissive. What Victoria couldn't comprehend was what the picture was doing in Kate's computer.
"Victoria! What are you doing?" A voice exclaimed behind the pixie-haired girl, startling her.
"Kate! I, uh…" Victoria stammered, completely flustered. She had been so fixated into the picture that she hadn't noticed the petite girl walking in on her.
"Looking for more dirt on me to post on the internet?" Kate said furiously.
"No, no, it's nothing like that-"
"Get out of my room!"
"Kate, please…"
"GET OUT!"
Realizing that the smaller girl wouldn't listen, Victoria promptly made her way out of the room. "Kate, I'm sorry-" she tried to say but the door was slammed shut in front of her. She spent a few bedazzled moments staring at the door, before she turned and saw Alyssa looking at her peculiarly.
"What are you looking at?" the blonde snapped at the chubby girl, making her withdraw back into her room.
Victoria returned to her room, closing the door behind her. She sat on her couch, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Kate had a bondage picture on her computer! How was it possible that a girl who campaigned for abstinence would have a pornographic picture on her computer? And not just that but a picture that was regarded to be in the kinkier side of the spectrum. Victoria recalled the picture she had seen. The image of the bound and gagged woman caused a warm, wet sensation in her nether regions.
Victoria stood up, walked to her door and locked it up. She then walked to her stereo and put some upbeat dance music on. Satisfied with the volume, she walked to the windows and pulled the curtains. With only the desk lamp providing illumination, Victoria began undressing, leaving only her bra and panties on. She walked in front of her bed, kneeled down and pulled a padlocked storage box out. She dialed in the right combination to open the padlock. She removed the padlock and opened the lid. She quickly took a few select items before closing the box and sitting on the bed.
Victoria placed the items next to her as she assumed a more comfortable position. She took the first item. It was a small bottle of a water based lubricant and polish for latex. She poured some on her palm and rubbed it onto her arms. Happy with the result, she put the bottle aside and took a pair of black latex opera gloves, similar the ones the dominatrix had in the picture. One by one, the blonde slid the gloves onto her arms. They were a snug fit but the lubricant helped. She then took some more of the lubricant and applied it on the surface of the gloves, making them shiny and slick. She loved the look and feel of the glossy, black material on her slender arms. She slid one hand down her abdomen, under her panties. The sensation caused her to shift her thighs together, and she bit her lower lip to suppress a moan.
Patience! Victoria restrained herself and pulled her hand under the fabric. She reached for the next item, a red ball gag. While it wasn't as imposing as the one in the picture, it did its job well with the single strap going around the head and a shorter one going under the jaw to keep the gag secured in place. Victoria placed the red orb against her lips, slowly parting them to allow the gag to access her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the side of the ball as she parted her jaws more and slowly pushed the gag in place, relaxing her jaws around it. She breathed in through her nose to secure that she had sufficient airflow, before she wrapped the straps around her neck and buckled it tight. She turned her head around to make sure that the gag stayed in place.
The gag obviously helped her descent into subspace, a state of natural high where the sub gets during a scene; but it had also a more practical purpose, one that it was designed to. The gag helped to muffle her, so that her dorm mates wouldn't hear her moaning over the music. Victoria's breathing was now wheezing as some of the air was also flowing through the narrow gaps around the gag. She could already feel the saliva accumulating around the orb.
The next item was a silky, black blindfold, which Victoria expertly wrapped around her eyes. Again, she turned her head around to make sure that she was completely devoid of eyesight. Satisfied, she set both hands gently on her abdomen, letting out a silent moan through the gag. With the loss of her vision, her other senses, especially her sense of touch, were heightened. The feel of the slick latex against her bare skin made her body jolt. The combination of the blindfold and the gloves gave the effect as if someone else was touching her body, exactly what Victoria was trying to achieve. She let her imagination loose.
The latex covered hands began to explore the pixie-haired girl's body. One hand slid slowly upwards, the slick fingers creeping slowly between the gorge between her breasts towards her neck and the gagged mouth. At the same time, the other hand began its journey towards her nether regions, passing her mound, still covered by panties, ever so slightly, and going for her inner thigh that she lifted slightly to welcome the latex-clad intruder. Victoria's breathing began to become more intense as one finger made circles along her lips, and the fingers of the other hand crept along her inner thigh, all the way back to her mound. Her panties were slowly getting soaked.
Victoria straightened herself to give room for the upper hand to move behind her back, to the clasp of her bra. The experienced fingers unhooked the bra effortlessly and then shifted to the shoulder strap to ease the bra off, exposing her breasts. The blonde gasped as the fingers took one of the hardened nipples into their grasp and began fondling the sensitive bud. She leaned back to lift her bottom as the other hand slid gently under the waist band and began sliding her panties down. She bent her legs upwards so that the panties could be pulled off. She felt a cool breeze on her shaved mound.
After discarding the panties, the hand returned to Victoria's nether regions. She gasped again as she felt the slick material touching her mound and beginning to slowly creep towards her warm and moist crevice. Her teeth dug hard into the gag as one latex clad finger exposed her clit and began fondling it. Her breathing became more and more labored as another finger slid back and forth between her folds.
Victoria was descending deeper and deeper into the subspace, as the hand fondling her nether regions shifted up to her other breast and the other moved to her side, fumbling for the last item Victoria had taken out of the box. A few moments later the fingers found what they were looking for. The fingers curled around a phallic shaped object and picked it up. One finger reached for the other end of the object and flicked a switch, making it vibrate intensely. Both hands moved now down, with one hand exposing the blonde's tender clit and the other placing the vibrator directly above it. A jolt of electricity flashed through Victoria's body as the vibrator hit its target, turning her breath into moanful panting.
She was no completely immersed in the subspace. Her imagination pictured a female figure, adorning a leather corset, latex opera gloves and thigh-high, stiletto heel boots, caressing and tormenting the pixie-haired girl's body. Her domme. A leather mask was covering the domme's facial features, only exposing her eyes and luscious lips that were in a satisfied smirk. The domme shifted her other hand over Victoria's folds and slowly slid two fingers inside, while still tormenting her sub's tender nub with the vibrator. The straps securing the gag had a hard time holding the orb in place as the force of Victoria's labored panting tried to push it out. The domme's latex-clad fingers began back and forth inside her sub at an accelerating pace, pushing the girl closer and closer to the brink, until she could no longer hold it. Victorias body spasmed violently as the waves of orgasms washed through her body. She moaned loudly against the gag, arching her back in ecstacy, until she finally collapsed, lying feebly on the bead and panting.
Victoria turned the vibrator off and removed the gag and blindfold, keeping her eyes still shut and letting her gloved hands caress her. Aftercare was important, even in self-induced bondage. She could feel the sweat evaporate from her moist body, and her sex was throbbing. She was completely relaxed and satisfied and she could've just stayed lying like that for all eternity. Alas, Victoria was beginning to feel chilly, so she opened her eyes and rose into a sitting position. She removed the gloves and tossed them on top of the gag and other items. She'd clean them up later. She needed to shower first. She walked to her closet and wrapped a bathrobe around her, before grabbing a towel and a toiletry bag. She slipped into slippers and headed to the shower.
As the warm water was running down her body, Victoria thought about Kate and the picture. It was the last thing the blonde would've expected to find on the religious girl's laptop. This wasn't Victoria's first encounter with such a picture, as she had tens of similar pictures and video clips on her own laptop. While Victoria kept a dominant and imposing appearance and carried her bitchy reputation with pride, deep inside, she was submissive. She had found it out several years back when she had first seen BDSM themed imagery. When Victoria had gone to Blackwell, she had quickly acquired gags, vibrators and other items to indulge her fantasies. In them, she would completely and unconditionally submit to her domme. So far, she had realized her fantasies alone. It was hard for her to let her guard down for anyone in general, let down in such an intimate matter as this. She would need to be able to trust the person that would be her domme unquestionably, before she would even consider submitting to her. Preferably, she wanted to train the prospective domme herself, but finding such a person had seemed unlikely. Until now.
A smirk rose on Victoria's face as she began to plan her next course of action.
A/N: Welcome back! In this chapter we go to the beginning of the story. We start with Victoria and in the next chapter we'll continue with Kate. Each chapter will be written from either Kate or Victoria's POV.
My humblest and most sincere thanks to Lyta Halifax for beta reading this chapter!
