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Kari\'s Gift	By : Talonias Category: Digimon > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 13643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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For the next few days, T.K was good to his word, allowing her to rest and recover from her tasks. This was good, to say the least, since Kari had found herself pushed to her very limits lately. It was good to get a chance to sit back and relax, even if T.K. did still have her walking around the house nude. They spent the time watching TV, or eating food, taking about the old days, or just plain messing around with various games. T.K. was an aspiring cook, though he still had a long way to go, as he explained to both Kari and Sora over dinner one night.

“It’s um… not turned out like it should.” He said sheepishly. “Matt would have gotten on the first go, but I am probably going t need a few more tries to get it right. Still, it’s not bad as such. Probably. We’ll have to do our best with it tonight.”
The food was, despite his grim predictions, not too bad, and later on, they watched a movie together, just the three of them. Kari sat next to T.K. and couldn’t help the flush rising to her cheeks as she felt him take her hand. It was silly, like the kind of thing a schoolgirl would do. Blush when a boy she liked held her hand, really? He’d seen her naked! He’d seen her in the throes of orgasm! Why was it this that made her blush and flutter?

Still, the next three days were not fully without their challenge to Kari. Each night, Sora would sleep on the sofa in the living room, while Kari and T.K. would retire to the single bed in his room. At first, it had been nerve wracking to lay naked in the bed of the boy she liked, but that was only the start of what he had planned for her. Each night, T.K. would order her to remain still and silent, and then, he would spend time touching her. Stroking her carefully, sensuously drawing his fingers and palms across her skin. Never with force, and never really with intent to drive her to climax. Rather, he seemed happy just to stroke and tease her, as if he was truly amazed that she had agreed to be his. His gentle hands would play across her body, sweeping down her sides, his fingers gently following the curve of her chest, the rise of her nipple. His other hand would play slowly across the skin of her lower chest, tracing a gradual, aching path to her lower abdomen, and from there, to her shaven mound. This, he would rub slowly. Again, not with intensity, or intent to drive her into lust, but simply as though he was enjoying the feeling of her skin. The slight catch in her breath as she felt her arousal mount. His fingers were long and sure, playing across her skin and bringing with them a sweeping desire as they did. They caused her skin to tingle, made her hair stand on end. But they never forced her, never made her feel like she was out of her element. After everything else that they had done together, this felt…nice.

But it as not without tis own unique challenge. Despite all of the gentle ministrations of her boyfriend, he never seemed to push her to the edge of her endurance. Though, his touch was amazing, he never let her climax. Stroking her and probing her with fingers, and then letting her wait and calm down before doing it again. It was almost more than she could endure, and at the end of the third session, she decided to ask him.

“T-T.K…” She stammered a little. “When we do this… you never um, never carry through with it.”

“Carry through with it?” He grinned. “What do you mean, Kari? Do you mean that you never get to cum?”

“Y-yes.” Kari hated the fact that she still blushed at that, though T.K. seemed to find delight in it.

“Well…” T.K. said, as though thinking. “Mostly, I decided to do it at first because I found it really hard to believe that this has all been real. I wanted to touch you, and to feel you in my hands… to really believe that this whole thing hasn’t been a dream, you know? So I thought that it would be a good idea. Um, you don’t object, do you?”

“No!” Kari almost squealed at the look of horror in T.K’s face. “No, nothing like that! I was just thinking…well, it might be more fun for me if you were to let me finish instead of just touching me and then leaving me alone..”

“Oh, is that what it is?” T.K. said, a strange look coming over his face. “Well, in that case, maybe we can do something about that…tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” She said, “Really, T.K? a cute girl is sitting in your bed naked, and you tell her that you’re going to let her climax tomorrow? Going to sit with her and watch, maybe even help, and do who knows what, all tomorrow?”

“All tomorrow.” He laughed at the look of injured pride in her eyes. “All tomorrow, Kari. Trust me, I have an idea…”

The night passed swiftly, though not without it’s fair share of wet dreams on both of their parts. T.K’s mind swam with ideas, half-mad concepts of what he might do next, impossible dreams danced through his conception like half-formed possibilities, right alongside his actual plans, or things that he had already done. As for Kari, she dreamed of her own possibilities. Mingled with desire and apprehension, her mind conjured images of buzzing machines, lost bets, blackmail in pretend and the joy of her budding relationship. Before it all, the chance one day to turn the tides and be the one in control. She imagined T.K. with his hands bound, his legs open to her. She imagined Sora, spread eagled on a bed, a limb chained to each post. Kari herself leaning over her, touching and teasing as she leaned over her friend.

Oh, the things she could do. The fun she could have. Being the slave was nice and all, as she had learned recently, but Kari figured that it would be fun to be the one In charge for once as well. Maybe she would strip Sora naked, and make her orgasm again and again until she cried for mercy, all the while sitting with T.K. at her knees, his tongue pleasuring her mound as she watched Sora’s struggle.

The next day dawned bright and early, and T.K. and Kari with it. T.K. told her to get dressed for once, adding that she should wear her uniform from when she first arrived. She did as she was asked, though, T.K also insisted that she wear nothing under her skirt, and leave out her bra. After everything else that she’d done, it seemed minor.

“Hey, Sora.” T.K. said as he led Kari out of the house. “You’re staying behind today, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.” She grinned. “I’ll let you two lovebirds have some private time.”

“Just for that,” T.K. countered with his own grin. “I’ve got a task for you while we’re away. I want you to go to the bathroom, and use the shower to pleasure yourself. Record it, if you’d be so kind?”

“Oh, of course, master.” Sora said, drawing out the final word with a cheeky smirk. “Anything for you…”
With that, Kari and T.K. left the building, moving out towards the street. Kari looked towards her boyfriend as the door slid closed.

“So, T.K. where are we going exactly?”

“Home, of course.” T.K. said with a grin. “Your home, to be exact. I figured that Tai wouldn’t mind if we dropped in for a little bit?”

“Um… I suppose not.” Kari said, wondering what her boyfriend was thinking. “Tai mostly just does his own thing anyway.”
“Good.”

And so it was that they took a subway ride to the station nearest to Kari’s home, wandering through the streets together at a leisurely pace. To Kari, it was almost a dream come through, though, she had to admit that her girlhood visions of it certainly hadn’t included wincing each time a stiff breeze caught her skirt, or the feel of the cold air pressing through her thin shirt against her breasts. They were surrounded by people at all times, and so, each step they took, she wondered if they could see her lower self. She flushed, blushing a little at the thought. Even though she had done far worse now, the thought of anyone else seeing her pussy sent shivers running through her body. It made her gut churn with anxiety and desire. Was anyone seeing her like this, even now? Were they taking pictures?

Oh god, would she end up online? She’d never been to them, but she knew that there were sites for upskirt shots of passing women. She had no panties on, if anyone got a look at her and uploaded the picture to one of those sites, what would her friends say? What would the comments say? She imagined there would be comments, wouldn’t there? Would they judge her? Rank her against others? Or would they simply describe what they wanted to do to her?

“Kari.” T.K. said. “Your hands are at your skirt, holding it down. Let go.”

“They might see me.” She answered in a soft voice.

“Don’t you like that?”

“M-maybe…”

“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I am your master, after all. Would you rather I had you unbutton your blouse as well?”

Kari paled at that, shaking her head slowly.

“N-no…”

“Then, let go of your skirt and let it go where it wants.”

“Okay, T.K.”

Defeated, Kari did as she was asked, walking with her hands down by her side, her skirt fluttering in the wind. The feel of the soft touch of the breeze across her lower legs and thighs made her start a little, but even worse than this was the tingling cold drought which seemed to crawl up her neither regions, making her feel as though she was wearing no skirt at all. Kari flushed, shame making her hesitate for a moment, but even as the thought occurred to her, she felt T’K’s hand wrap about her own, and he smiled at her.

“It’s okay, Kari. You’re doing fine.”

By the time they started to approach her flat, Kari was feeling variously anxious, mortified. Aroused and flustered. The two of them paused by the doorway to the house, Kari taking a deep breath to get her calm back. The thought of what waited her within the house was unsettling. Her family would see her with T.K. somehow, the fact that they’d seen her with him a million times before didn’t quite seem to matter so much. Much less the fact that she was wearing no underwear at all, and had returned as a slave. A slave of her own making, even! The thought sent a tingling sense of dread mixed with anticipation surging down her spine. She shifted on the balls of her feet, a subtle need seeming to inflame her lower self. She was getting turned on, she couldn’t help it. The thought of being brought back to her old home as a slave was hitting the right buttons. She trembled a bit, wondering just what her family would think of her if they knew what she was doing, or if they knew why she was doing it. She looked to T.K. taking in his confidence, and it reassured her. Taking another deep breath, she knocked at the door.
Silence. Kari could swear that her heart was in her throat as she reached up and knocked again. A moment passed, then another…

“I guess mom’s not home?” She guessed. “Tai might be, though. He could miss a gunshot if he were in the right mood. Hang on, I think I have a pair of keys here…”

She ruffled in her pocket for a moment, coming away with a set of keys which she inserted into the lock, twisting them sideways to lever the latch and open the door. The two of them stepped inside, and Kari was surrounded by the familiar scenes of home. But there was no one there that she could see, and after another moment, she went to call out, but T.K stopped her.

“Wait.” He said. “I have an idea.”

As one of her closest friends, and also a friend of her older brother, T.K. had been in this house more times than he could count. A such, he led the way unerringly towards the kitchen. Kari followed, wondering what new test he had for her in her own home. She could feel the breeze around her lower legs, and at that moment, was very definite about her lack of underwear. They came to the kitchen, which consisted mostly of a counter set against the far wall, a cooker, a fridge, a collection of pots, pans and utensils, and a table near the centre of the room. There was still no sign of anyone else, but Kari was able to note that while her mother’s coat was gone, her brother’s was still present.

“He’s probably in his room.” She guessed. “Working on his computer. He’s on it a lot nowadays, you know. I‘d say it’s not healthy, but, well, you know. Digi-Destined.” She laughed a bit. T.K. said nothing, he was more calculated, considering something. The look in his eyes made her heart stop for a moment.

“What are you thinking, T.K?” She asked.

“I’m thinking that this is a chance to have some fun.” He answered at last. “Kari, get up on the counter.”

“The..the counter?” She blinked. “You want me to stand on it?”

“Sitting is fine.” T.K. laughed. “I’m your master, right? You have to do what I say?”

“Y-yes.” Kari nodded. “That’s true. I have to do what you tell me… is it an order that you want me up on the counter?”

“You know, I think it is.”
Kari nodded, trembling a little as she pulled herself up. Honestly, it was less what she was doing and more where she was doing it. In her own home, near her own family. At any moment, Tai or her mother could walk in and see all of this. She felt a nervous shiver run up her spine, but it was not wholly unpleasant. A moment later, she levered herself up onto the counter, sitting down on it with a wince as she felt the cold feel of the polished wood against her bare skin. Her skirt fluttered down, hiding her lower self, but she couldn’t help but know that she was almost literally the first thing that anyone would see if they entered the kitchen.

“Now spread your legs.” T.K. told her with a grin. “As wide as they will go, Kari. I know you’re pretty limber, so that’s fairly wide.”
Kari nodded, doing as she was instructed. In her own home, she spread her legs as wide as she could, pushing her skirt back and opening herself up the world. She felt a sudden chill as the motion exposed her lower self, forcing her pussy into the centre of view so that anyone who entered the kitchen would immediately know what she was doing. A shudder of horror accompanied the thought, that Tai or her mother might see her like this. She felt feint and weak, but continued on, opening her legs until she was fully exposed.

“All right.” T.K. said. “Looking good, Kari. Now, here’s the game we’re going to play today. You like fantasies, don’t you? Losing control? Being dominated?”

“Maybe a little.” She admitted, though she had said as much before. “Is one of those types of games?”

“It is indeed.” T.K. said. “Let me see… Let’s go back to the last one we did. You liked that one, didn’t you?”

“The one were you blackmailed me with Sora?”

“Yeah.” T.K. said, only the slightest hint of colour to his cheeks indicating his own feelings on the situation. “That one. Let’s go
back to that. You’re my ex-girlfriend, and this is your home. I am going to punish you for trying to leave. The first rule of the game is simple. You can’t close your legs, no matter not. Not until you’ve climaxed.”

“No matter what? But T.K. what if Tai or my mother comes in? What then?”

“Well…” T.K. said. Honestly, this was a situation he was worried about as well, as much as he was trying to project confidence, he knew the danger of the situation all too well. But the danger was adding to the excitement. Honestly, if he heard the door open, he’d probably order Kari down from the counter in an instant, but it wasn’t fun to let her know that. “You may just have to live with the shame of it, I suppose.”

For a moment, he wondered if Kari was going to refuse. She looked absolutely mortified at the suggestion, but after a moment, she nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Okay..”

She was blushing red as she said it, doing her best to hide her face behind her hand, but she did as she was asked, spreading her legs as widely as she could, so that her lower self was totally exposed T.K. stepped forwards then, his hand reaching out for her lower self. His touch sent bolt of lightning spiking through her, a wave of tingling sensation following each motion of his hand as he gently pried her lower self apart, allowing her juices to seep forth in a way which made her shift and squirm. Her skin tingled as he ran one finger down the side of her opening, stroking her with infuriating gentleness.

He was playing with her. His hand rubbing her mound, gently circling the skin with his fingers. The pressure of the motion enough to make her squirm. Kari took a dee breath, trying to focus despite the fact that her mind was swimming. Any moment, she expected the door to open, for someone to come in and see them like this, to see her like this. She felt mortified, afraid that it would happen, and yet, she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Her legs spread wide, she endured the probing touch of her boyfriend’s fingers, opening herself to him as he slowly dove deeper into her lower self. His fingers exploring her, feeling her, stroking her. She forced herself not to moan as she felt him moving, touching and teasing. She could tell by the way that he was breathing that he was excited, aroused, and her own situation was likewise similar. The blouse she was wearing felt so tight all of a sudden, her engorged nipples rubbing against the fabric of her shirt.

Slowly, her hand rose up, T.K. still working at her lower self. She felt the cold air blowing against her hot skin as she undid a button. A shock ran through her as she realised what she was doing, but she couldn’t seem to stop. Her naked fingers felt the plastic of the button, toying with it for a moment. The rising pleasure from her pussy making it hard to think properly.
A moment later, she undid the second button. Her chest was now almost exposed. Kari couldn’t believe what she was doing, she felt hot. Her skin felt warm, as though she were sick, but it was arousal rather than disease which spurred the change. She felt
the next button in her hand, undoing it as well, and then the next…

A minute after that, her blouse was undone, sliding open to reveal her naked chest, her breasts erect with desire. T.K, was still working at her lower self, his fingers now pumping in and out of her body at some speed. The friction sparking a growing sense of pleasure, and she realised she was grinding herself against him. Her legs felt numb, but she forced them to remain open, as she had been instructed to do.

Her hand went to her breast, rolling and kneading it as T.K. fingered her pussy. She pinched her nipple hard between her fingers, the pain spiking through the fog in her mind, but serving only to drive her deeper. Her mouth felt dry, her voice was lost. She couldn’t speak, and she was breathing deeply, inhaling in tune with the motions that were being done upon her body.
Kari writhed as she felt the climax building. Her pussy throbbed with desire and need. She was soaking wet, and T.K. was still working on her. She moaned, her fingers playing with her breasts, adding fuel to the burning fire. Stroking herself, she felt her back arch, her eyes half-closed, lost to the world of sensation.

A moment later, she climaxed. Her toes curled as she felt the orgasm pounding through her. Her whole lower self seemed to convulse, and she gaped, and gasped, the shock searing through her all at once, striking her like a tidal wave. T.K. must have noticed by the way that her lower self responded, the way that she flexed her body, driving herself all at once both into and away from his ministrations. She was lost to the world for a moment, carried away by her body’s release.

When she could speak again, T.K. allowed her off the counter. He worked quickly to clean it then, just to make sure that no one knew they were there. While he did so, he ordered her to stand by the door, not allowing her to cover either her breasts or her lower self. Kari didn’t complain. Her pussy was tingling still with the aftereffects of her climax. The air against her naked skin seemed particularly cold, and the danger of being noticed only added a thrill to it which she had not experienced before.
After he had finished cleaning, T.K. had her bring him to the bathroom. Here, there was a shower and a bath, as well as a sink and a mirror. It reminded her of their first night together, and she wondered what he might have planned for her here. As T.K. worked behind her back, Kari looked towards the mirror, seeing herself reflected. She was clad in her uniform; her blouse unbuttoned, revealing her naked breasts, till tingling with the after wash of her orgasm. She looked at herself, meeting her mirror double’s gaze, and wondered what she would have thought if she had known she would be doing all of this before she started. Before that fateful day when she had decided to give T.K. a very special present. Would she have hesitated? Been afraid? Done something else instead?

Or would it have aroused her to know just how far the two of them would go together? Would she have realised she was finally going to get to do all the things she had always secretly dreamed off, but never dared to even entertain consciously?
“All right, Kari, you can turn around now.” Came T.K’s voice from behind her. She did as he said, turning around to see that he had brought in something from the kitchen while he had been cleaning it up; a tray of ice cubes. She shivered seeing it, but didn’t say anything as T.K. also withdrew a length of rope.

“All right, Kari. Strip.”

She did as she was told, shedding the clothes that she had been wearing, kicking off her skirt, and drawing away her blouse. Now, she stood naked in front of her boyfriend, the look of arousal in his eyes enough to make her blood pump faster. She felt the cold wind against her skin, and her throat felt dry.

Kari said nothing as T.K. bound her hands behind her body, feeling the bite of the rope against her arms sent shivers racing down her spine. She was wet, even though she had climaxed only a sort time ago,

Once her arms were tied, T.K. told her to lie in the bath, which had not been filled. She did so gingerly, careful not to slip as she didn’t have her hands to catch her if she did. T.K. helped, hovering protectively like an angel. After she had managed to do what he had told her, Kari found herself lying in the bath tub, the sides of it pressing against her skin. It was a tight fit, but she managed it, T.K. carefully took a step into the tub as well, standing above her, though he was still fully clothed.
“I was thinking.” He said casually. “About what we could do that we haven’t done already. You know how it is, since you lost the game at the swimming pool, I have to find some way to punish you.”

Kari blushed, but nodded.

“T-that’s right. I lost. So what are you going to do to me?”

“Well…” He reached down for the ice cubes, putting the tray at the side of the bath. Nimbly, he scooped out a cube of ice, holding it in his hands for a moment, as though wondering what to do with it. Kari felt her body tense, knowing what was coming well before it did. Her heart was beating fast, and she yearned to feel his touch.

“I thought we might play a game with ice cubes if you had any. Remember I told you we would go to your house and I’d make you climax in every room? We’re doing that. We’re also doing it a different way in every room. In the kitchen, it was by fingering you. Here, we’re going to tease and torment you a bit more. This ice is pretty cold, even if it’s just in your hand. So I wonder what will happen if it’s pressed against something a bit more sensitive?”

As he said this, he leaned down slowly, his body filling Kari’s gaze. She was breathing deeply, preparing herself for the feeling, but
even so, she yelped a little as she felt the ice touch her naked skin. T.K. gently drew the cube across her lower chest and belly, the icy kiss of the material enough to send jolts of confused sensation through her body.

“Do you like that?” T.K. asked, speaking into her ear as he bent over her. The soft feel of his breath against her skin only serving to arouse her even more. “That feeling? The ice rubbing against you?”

He drew the cube slowly upwards as he spoke, it left a wet trail of coldness across her belly, and she shivered, the nerves of her skin screaming with alternating sensations of cold and arousal. The rope which bit into her arms still held her tight, though she struggled against it a little. Her legs wanted to kick out, feeling he odd sensation of the ice against her body.

“I suppose in the end it doesn’t matter much whether you like it or not.” T.K. went on, only flushing slightly as he did. She had to admit his dirty talk had gotten so much better since they had started. Initially, he had been faltering, not able to believe his luck. His care and concern for her had been heart-warming and beautiful, but it didn’t do much for the image of a dominant master in control of his slave. But it seemed now he was intent on that image, and the helplessness it made her feel sent Kari’s heart into a fluttering spasm of emotions. “After all, you don’t really have much choice. You’re my slave. At first, it was only for a week, but now, you’re my slave for as long as I want.”

Kari shivered, both from the words, and from the way he drew his hand under her breast, the trail of the ice cube like a wave of static washing over her sensitive mound. She squirmed, even as she felt him make his way towards her nipple. He held the ice cube against it, and Kari hissed, feeling the shocking touch of the ice cube, unconsciously, she even fought against her bounds, the feel of the rope holding her fast serving only to build her arousal.

“As long as I want, Kari.” T.K. said, repeating the words lazily.

The ice cube was almost done, so T.K. stood up, releasing it into the bath, and going back for another. Kari sat for a moment, gathering her strength. Her mind afire with fantasies of dominance. She was a slave being punished for something she had done; she was a newly captured hostage, being broken in, the ice as punishment for her defiance. She felt her pussy throbbing with desire, her nipples standing erect.

T.K. continued this for some time, tracing her body with ice, slowly edging her towards orgasm as they went. Kari writhed and squirmed under his ministrations, her mind wild with fantasies. Each touch, be it ice or flesh, sending shivers of delight, arousal and desire running through her naked body. She moaned as she felt T.K’s touch, tracing her skin so gently, and yet with such a powerful effect; like a cruel punishment for a slave who had disobeyed.

All the while, she felt herself building once more towards climax, her arousal growing with each touch, each sparking lightning-like shock of cold, each sweeping gesture playing across her skin.

Then, she felt T.K sweeping his hands lower. Slowly drawing his icy touch down, down, across her belly, gently stroking her thighs, stroking her soft skin as he went. She squirmed, already knowing where he was going. The lips of her lower mouth dripping with moisture. She wanted him to touch her, to stroke her, to play with her. The thought of contract sent lightning-like jolts through her mind, and she moaned aloud with each inching step he took closer to her mound.
Kari gasped suddenly as she felt something hard and cold pressed against her clit. The feeling was absolutely shocking, even though she had anticipated it.

“You just jumped a little.” T.K. said with a laugh, his free hand holding the ice cube in place as she squirmed. “You look like you just got hit by a jolt of electricity. Hmm, maybe that’s something to do in the future? How do you feel on that, Kari?”
Kari couldn’t say anything in response, T’K’s fingers working their way inside her as he spoke. She pushed herself against him with her free legs, torn by desperate need to feel more of him inside her. A moment later, she had her wish, T.K’s fingers began to probe her as they had done before, stroking and teasing her expertly. Kari’s legs convulsed as she felt the explosive orgasm hit her, groaning out loud . It was stronger than last time, sweeping her up in a tide of pleasure which made her limbs shake and her skin pale. She couldn’t help but climax, the wetness of her arousal ripping outwards from her lower lips, and she juddered as the after-effects of it hit her.

A moment passed, as Kari caught her breath. She lay, gasping in the bath. Her legs trembled, her skin felt cold. T.K. loomed above her, smiling down at her in a way which sent shivers racing down her spine.

“That…” She aroused, trying to catch her breath, her chest heaved as she gasped, drawing air hungrily into her lungs. “T.K. that
was amazing…”
“We’re not done yet.” He told her firmly. “This is supposed to be a punishment, remember? So far it seems like you’ve enjoyed it a bit too much.”

So saying, he told her to spread her legs, which she did, insofar as she could in the bath, the cold sides of the tube pressing against her skin. Her lower self was still sopping wet, and Kari could still feel the lingering echo of her climax.

“You probably need a little break before the next one.” T.K. told her. “So here’s what we’re going to do. The next room is the living room. I told you that there would be a climax in each room, and so there will be. In the next room, it’s going to be mine. You’re going to do it, understand?”

“Yes, T.K.” She said, a flush dancing across her cheeks as she considered what he was going to make her do in her own family home. The thought of being discovered sent a thrill coursing through her, though she knew that Tai was unlikely to exit his room, there was always the chance of their mother coming back. “Can I put my clothes back on first?”

“No.” T.K. said with a smirk, noting the arousal that danced in her eyes already. “And I am not going to untie your hands either. You’re going to have to find a way to get me to cum on your own. And if you can’t, well, I suppose you can just stay there and keep trying until you get it right, or you’re discovered.”

Instantly, Kari’s mind flew to the mechanics of what was being asked of her. Clearly, she would have to use her mouth, but if she couldn’t use her hands at all, how was she going to get him undressed? By the look in his eyes, she knew he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. The thought of simply being found naked with her hands tied behind her back sent a jplt of desire running through her lower self, and again, Kari envisioned a fantasy wherein it was not T’K. but rather, someone else. A burglar or blackmailer, someone who had forced her into his power. Stripping her naked and making her kneel in front of him, tears running down her cheeks. He would demand that she pleasure him, that she do it or else… or else…

Kari’s imagination faltered at that point, but only for as long as it took her to find a second piece of the fantasy.
She’d be forced to pleasure him or else he’d leave her like that, tied up and naked, with the door to the house unlocked and open. Forced to wait and watch with mounting dread as anyone could come in and do what they liked with her.
Kari shook her head, banishing the new fantasy even as it formed, and forced herself to focus on the here and now. T.K loomed over her, and she was forced to open her mouth, and ask him for a favour.

“C-can you help me, T.K?” She asked. “I can’t really remove your clothes like this…”

“That sounds like your problem.” T.K. said with a grin, a light in his eyes telling her that she had done exactly what he had
expected her to. “But I tell you what, I might be convinced to help you in that regard… so long as you agree to undertake the game with a penalty of your own.”

“What sort of penalty?” She asked, curious as to what he had put into motion. She should have known there was more to it than just what he had said at first.

“This kind.”

T.K then reached up to the ice cube tray and examined it, noting that there were about half of them left. His fingers worked at the nearest, easily removing it form its packaging and holding it in his palm. Then, he bent down, and told her to open her legs. She did as she was told, them moaned as she felt her lower self gently opened, and the stabbing touch of the ice cube as it was inserted into her body. Kari threw back her head, her legs tensing as she felt him insert another one, and then another. Each time, she wanted to call out and moan, but did her best to resist the urge. Her lower self tingled, sensitive with the echo of her last climax, and each one felt much colder than it had any right to, and much bigger as well. Before this week, Kari had been somewhat of a vanilla girl when it came to self-love, and even with all of the adventures since, she’d never had anything truly inside her that wasn’t plastic or flesh. The feeling of the ice cubes as her lower self pressed in on them, it was something she had never anticipated. They made her feel full, and yet, they were slippery enough that it was not just a single block, but rather, multiple things which moved as she did. Touching her and stroking her form the inside. The coldness too was something different; seeping within her, making her feel as though she were being punished and pleasured together.
T.K. continued to insert the ice until he seemed satisfied, then helped her to her feet. Kari needed the help too, the feeling of the cubes in her lower self was taking up a large amount of her perception, and her legs felt weak and shaky. Saying nothing more, T.K. led the way to the living room, where the seats were arranged towards the monolithic form of the inactive television. Step by step, Kari followed. It was the hardest walk she had ever experienced; and not merely because of the physical sensations.

Her hands were tied. Her clothes were off. She was walking naked in her own home, and the icy cold which came from her lower self served to remind her of the place she was in. With each step, the cubes jarred, touching her in a different way. Still so sensitive from her last climax, it brought tears to her eyes.

T.K took a seat by one of the doors, and gestured for her to follow him. She did, edging towards him as he undid his pants and slipped them down his legs, his erection was large and throbbing, telling of his desire for her body more than any subtle implication ever could. Kari felt her own desire spike in turn.

With T.K. sitting on the chair like it was a throne, Kari slowly dropped to her knees. Her hands were bound, and her legs felt weak. Each motion sent new sensation shivering through her body. With nothing else to do, she leaned forwards, opening her mouth wide, and wrapped her lips around his shaft. T.K. moaned at he feeling, and Kari could taste the wetness of his own arousal. Part of her could not believe what she was doing, or where she was doing it, but the rest of her didn’t care. She pleasured him with her mouth, running her tongue over his cock, sucking at his lower self. She felt him stiffen, growing in her mouth, and al the while, the ice cubes in her pussy made her want to moan, each movement building into the next, chaining together into a growing cacophony of arousal.

As she worked, Kari wondered what would happen if they were seen like this. She imagined it; someone walking in on then, on her, Kari, the good girl, giving a blowjob to a boy in her own home, naked with her hands tied behind her back and a pussy full of ice. It almost seemed a joke, something so outrageous that, until this had started, she would never even have considered it. Yet, now here she was, working away at T.K. with her mouth. The good girl had agreed to become a slave!

After a while, she felt T.K. start to stiffen, he came in her mouth with a groan, filling her with liquid that made her chock in surprise. At that moment, she got a sense of what she was doing, and felt a wave of shame overtake her. But the shame was artificial, and only added to her arousal. She felt the ropes digging into her arms, the feel of the ice in her lower self. Looking into T.K’s face, she could see that he shared the sense of weirdness that hung about the whole thing. Yet, they both enjoyed it, even though she called herself a slave. Did she really like that so much? The loss of control? Being dominated and controlled?

Was that really what set her off?
Honestly, the answer was yes. Kari realised that she enjoyed it. Enjoyed it a lot. The loss of control was frightening, and that was part of the thrill of it. But T.K. was there, the bond they had built over years holding strong. When she looked into his eyes, she knew he felt the same way, and knew that at any time, she could end it, and he would not complain.

Then, suddenly, the loss of power didn’t seem so bad.

After he came, T.K. got up from the chair, pulling up his pants as he allowed her to stand. By now, the ice cubes in her lower self were melting rapidly, and though she still felt them, she knew she would not do so for long.

The two of them returned to the bathroom, where her clothes still lay discarded on the ground. T.K. undid the rope holding her hands behind her back, and she gratefully shifted their position, flexing her fingers as the blood flow returned.

“Not too comfortable?” T.K. asked at the look on her face. Kari shrugged.

“The feeling of pins and needles is kind of annoying.” She admitted. “But I would do it again. It’s just a minor thing, and what we did was so amazing… I really enjoyed it, T.K.”

“Ah, eh…” He flushed, for a moment, his mask of dominance and control broke, and she could see her friend there in his true nature. Embarrassed that a girl had complemented him so. It made her want to laugh, and her heart speed up. The adorable look on his face as he tried to piece together what she had said and what they had done. She leaned over and drew him into a kiss, feeling his body against her naked chest.

“This is the best punishment ever.” She winked at him as they broke apart, feeling his member pressing against her body

“Again, T.K? I thought boys needed a break in between…”

“We do.” He said with a smirk. “It’s not my fault that you’re so cute that parts of me just don’t want to take it.”
Now, it was Kari’s turn to flush red, looking away for a moment. She raged at herself, girl, he’s seen you naked! He’s seen you tied up and helpless! Why is it a reason for blushing when he calls you cute?!

“Is that so?” She said out-loud, pressing her body in close to him again, feeling his lower self harden even further. She reached out, her hand slipping down below the waist of his pants, her fingers wrapping around the engorged shaft therein. “What does it make you want to do to me, T.K?”

“Oh, I can probably think of a few things.” He said.

“I’m sure you can.” Kari smirked. “And why, I’d just have no choice but to do them. After all, I lost the bet, I traded away my freedom. I’m yours. I have to do whatever you want. Whatever you want, T.K.”

“Now you’re starting to sound like Sora.” T.K. laughed. “But you’re right, Kari. And I’d suggest you try not to give me any ideas, since we still have some work to do before we’re done today.”

He had her pick up her clothes, though not put them on, and the two of them trumped out into the hallway again.
In truth, there were only a few rooms left. With the living room, kitchen and bathroom done, there was only Kari’s own room, and she tingled in anticipation as they moved towards the door which led to it. The doorway was in the hall, past the kitchen and next to the door which led to Tai’s own room. Her brother’s door was securely shut, and probably locked as well, knowing Tai. Honestly, he spent so much of time inside when he wasn’t hanging around with friends or working on something or other. Kari briefly wondered what he was up to in there, and what he would do if he knew that his sister had returned minus her underwear and was even now playing a twisted game thorough the house? Tai had always been so protective, ever since the incident when they were younger, so she hesitated to even suspect what he might do if he only knew.

Silently, they entered Kari’s own room. It was small; previously a storage room when they had been young and the siblings had slept in bunk beds in the same room. But for all of that, it was also hers. Kari’s bed was pressed up against the left wall, a small desk with a computer sat near the window. The rest of the room was taken up with cupboards and a wardrobe, as well as some shelves and boxes. Nothing particularly spectacular.

For some reason, Kari felt a flush of embarrassment as they passed through the doorway, the fact that she now had a boy in her room was one thing, and had certainly happened before. The fact that she was naked while she did it? That one was a bit new, and Kari reflected -not for the first time – on how strange it was what could reach someone and what wouldn’t. She had done many things with T.K. by now, and gone farther than she had ever thought she would. Yet, somehow, just showing him her room while she was unclothed made her blush? She shook her head at the absurdity of it all.
After the door swung closed, she turned to T.K. still naked, and asked him what he had in mind next. Her boyfriend paused, and seemed to consider, his eyes sweeping the room.

“Well, I could ask you to get on your knees and masturbate to orgasm.” He said. “But you’ve already done that at one point, I think? And it’s losing its touch a little. So…let me think… Hmm, I know. This is your room, right? This is the place where you would keep your darkest secrets, right?”

“M-my secrets?”

“That’s right.” T.K. said. “I imagine that you have watched all kinds of porn on this computer right?”

Kari flushed as he gestured to the computer, but she nodded slowly.

“I…Uh, might have… a little bit…”

“Well, when was the last time?”

Kari hesitated for a moment, then spluttered.
“The same day I came in to you for the first time… I… um, I wanted to know what it might be like andmaybewantedtoknowsomeofthethingsIcoulddotomakeyoufeelgood.”

She spat the last half of the sentence out as fast as she could, perhaps hoping in some part that T.K. would find it impossible to parse. He did though, of course, and after a moment, he grinned.

“Really, Kari? I’m flattered. You cared so much about it that you had to do some research beforehand? Can you tell me what
you watched?”

“Um.” She flushed bright crimson. Somehow, the idea of showing him what she masterbated to when alone felt intensely personal to her, far more so than she had expected given everything else they had done together. Still, she sat down in front of the computer, feeling the way the leather chair pressed against her naked back, and reached down to turn it on. A few moments later, when the computer booted, she started up the internet browser, and her fingers worked to bring up her favourite menu. She could feel T.K’s presence behind her, his hand on her shoulder. Arousal swept over her, and she pulled up one of the videos she’d used to psyche herself up when she first started to consider doing this with T’.K.

The video itself was fairly basic; just a standard video of a man and a woman having sex, recorded and put on the internet. That fact didn’t stop her from flinching as it started to play, however. Nor splitting her gaze between the screen and her boyfriend as the couple started to have sex. She remembered what it had felt like; touching herself as she had watched the video. Imagining that it was her and T.K. doing all of those things. Now it really was.

As the video played (Sound muted, thankfully) T.K. told her to get to her feet, she did, of course, and moved over to the bed when he said to. She watched as T.K. stripped too, so that he was standing naked in her room, his cock engorged with desire. Wordlessly, he sat on the bed, and drew her closer to him.

“Come closer, Kari.” He said. “This is the final punishment, and, just to prove that I am not a bad master, if you manage to make me cum before you do, I’ll let you punish Sora any way that you want. She did help me enslave you, after all.” He laughed a little, the nervous edge to his voice almost hidden. Kari licked her lips, turning to regard him. She stepped forwards slowly, her skin tingled with anticipation, the soft feel of the cold wind against it a slow but potent herald of the passion to come. Her lower self ached with desire, and the sight of his engorged member made her mouth dry.

T.K. lay back on the bed, looking upwards as she straddled him, stepping onto it carefully. Her skin brushed his own, their eyes met, and for a moment, there was a silent communication of need and desire. Kari felt her hand reach out, fingers wrapping around his warm cock. It pulsed with life and vitality, making her remember the last time that they had had sex. Back in the pool. But then, she’d been more concerned with the contest, more concerned with what she could win. Now, that didn’t matter, and all she wanted to do was to enjoy herself.

Kari smiled at her boyfriend, lifting her free hand to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes, she lowered herself, leaning over him for a moment, so that they were close together. She could feel the hot intermingling of their breath, the heat of his body, so close to her own. Her mound tingled with the anticipation of contact. The desire was almost painful in that moment.

Gradually, she lowered herself onto him, feeling his presence fill her up slowly. Her pussy was already wet, but so much anticipation had gone into the moment that it felt better than she had thought, T.K’s manhood meshed with her lower entrance, and it felt amazing. For a long moment, she did nothing else, just feeling him inside her, but then, he started to move. Thrusting upwards with intent. Each motion sending fires flaring through her nerves, Kari could only respond in kind, breathing sharply with each thrust, moving to the rhythm of their love, and doing her best to ensure that he enjoyed it as much as she did.
Kari’s body swayed with the motion as T.K. fucked her. Her hair flying, her breasts bounced up and down as she went. Her body glistened with sweat, but that didn’t mater to her, for the sensation was growing stronger and stronger with each thrust. She could feel her lower self clenching around him, each soft stroke of his touch was agony to her, lighting feelings of lust and desire. T.K. too was soon consumed with the act, doing his best not to moan with each motion, and failing even at that.
Before long, Kari felt herself falling forwards, T.K. changing positions, his warm body met her own, her breasts rubbed against his chest, their mouths found each other, kissing between frenzied gasps for air.

Kari had never felt anything like this before. As the two had sex, it was as though this was the moment she had waited, and hoped for, since the start of the whole game. T.K filled her, his scent filled her nose, his hands were wrapped around her, and hers around him. With each motion, she found herself writhing, feeling the building pleasure within her body like a flood growing ever greater.

Each time he thrust, Kari felt him impale her again. His manhood sinking into her body, her pussy clinging tightly to him. Each motion sending jolts of lightning running along her arms and legs, numbing her fingers and toes. She gasped and moaned, unable to help herself.

She felt another jolt of passion as T.K.’s mouth went to her left breast, his tongue gently circling her engorged nipple. She
gasped.

“T-T.K!”

“Hey now.” He smirked at her. “I can do what I want, right? That okay?”

“Y-yeah!” She cried, her back arching with pleasure. “D-do what you want!”

He did, going back to work on her breasts, one hand circling and pinching her left nipple, while his teeth played gently with her right. Kari gasped and moaned, feeling the ministrations of her boyfriend, each thrust drawing a gasp from her, and she had to remind herself not to get too loud. It had never been like this before! Not when she’d done it for herself, and not by the pool either. That had been a game, a test, just part of how things went between them. But this… this was just T.K. and Kari together.

He continued to fuck her. Driving his penis into her body, each impacted of his skin against her own accompanied by a burst of pleasure. Kari had to fight the urge to moan ever more loudly as her orgasm built, but even so, she did her best to give back as good as she got. Driving herself down upon him, trying to make it so that she was not just some piece of meat that he was having his way with, like a sex toy. No, she was his partner, and intended to do her part if she could. Her hands reached out to stroke him in return, cradling his body, tracing his sensitive skin, just as he did to her. Kari groaned and moaned, but soon, T.K. was not so silent either, the two lost to the passion of the moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, Kari felt herself climax more explosively than she had ever felt before. It began as a wave which crashed down upon her body, her senses, her very self. Like a weight which drove her down. Then, she seemed to surface through it, a single moment of glorious clarity before the pleasure overtook her. Her arms and legs tingled, her toes and fingers curled. Her mouth went dry, save for a single, keening moan.

For how long it took her, she could not be sure. The world seemed to dance and spin before her for an instant as the waves of pleasure crashed against her mind. Kari gasped, as though the very air had been driven from her lungs. Her lower self twitching in time with her emotions. T.K., seeing what was happening, reached up and drew her close to him, kissing her as she climaxed, her body thundering with desire and need of such a primal scale that she was left in awe mere moments later when it began to clear.

Kari gasped for a moment, as her senses came back properly. Her chest heaved, she licked her lips, feeling the cum oozing from her lower self.

“S-so…” She said, a little playfully. “You orgasmed as well, did you?”

“M-maybe a little.” T.K. laughed weakly. “That was…that was more than anything else I ever expected…”

“Y-yeah…” Kari said, agreeing after a moment. “That was…amazing… Hopefully no one heard us, though.”

“Yeah, that’d be awkward.” Her boyfriend laughed. In a few minutes, she knew that they would go back to their game, and she would enjoy it too. But for now, the two of them lay together like the lovers they were. She was surprised when T.K. drew her into an embrace, kissing her on the lips, and whispering to her.

“I think I love you, Kari.”

“Well…” She said, after a moment of thought. “I’d hope so after all the things we’ve done. If you didn’t there would be problems!”
His laughter was extra loud after that one.

New chapter is out. Thanks to all of you who waited, as a reward, we're going to be holding a second vote to help determine what happens next. I left the ending a bit ambiguous on purpose, whoever reached climax first was the loser. If T.K. won, the next chapter can keep focusing on her in a bottom role. If Kari won, though, she gets to punish Sora a little bit, so we can see her in a more dominant position. Figured it might be fun to switch things up a little. So if you have an idea of which you'd like it to be, toss me a comment. Additionally, I am taking suggestions for what you want Kari to potentially do to Sora should she win. Now, these are suggestions only, so I am not going to be promising I'll use any of them, but if I think they're good, I'll probably use them, and if I do, I'll give you a shout-out too! Because, you know, that's a major motivating factor for people who read dirty stories about favourite characters from their childhood growing up and fucking.

Also, I'd like to ask for some feedback, if you guys are willing to provide it. Specifically, I came into this whole thing wanting to do a new twist on the master/slave dynamic. Making it a little bit more, well, realistic. (But still not too much xD!) just as much as I think I can handle. I have tried to present T.K. and Kari as a couple who actually do care about each other, and who are having fin with this sort of relationship. As such, I do try to slip in genuine tender moments between them.

You guys enjoying that aspect of it, or is it something you just ignore to get to the ropes and fucking? Would be useful to know. Also, general commentary on the story itself too, if you feel like you wanna.

Okay, that's my yearly update done. Imma submerge now. See you all in 2020. (I am probably joking, but my update rate for this fic can be described as ''glacial'' so who knows?)
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