the slight swelling of her pubic mound.
“Isn’t she gorgeous,” said Andrew, who was standing by one of the beds. “Would you like to touch her before we begin our games with you? She likes to be touched.”
Grace swallowed hard. “I’m not sure.”
“You don’t have to, but she’d appreciate it, wouldn’t you, Laura.”
Laura nodded, and sensing that this was actually the start of the trial, Grace went up to her and lightly stroked the concave stomach with the tips of her fingers for a few seconds, causing the other girl to catch her breath with excitement.
“Excellent,” said Andrew. “Now, is Amy ready?”
A door on the left-hand side of the room opened and Amy walked in. For a moment Grace couldn’t make out what she was wearing, but then realized it was a black- and coffee-colored bra with a long strip of black lace down the front. It had cutout side panels and a band of lacy material round the tops of her thighs, but as she walked slowly to the center of the room it was clear that there were no matching panties.
“That outfit really suits you, Amy,” said Amber, guiding Laura’s twin to one of the beds. “Apron outfits are so sexy, and make it easy for us all to pleasure you.”
“How does it make you feel?” David asked Amy.
“Very sexy,” replied Amy enthusiastically.
“Time to do something about your outfit, Grace,” interjected Andrew as he approached her. Swiftly he removed her dress, and then handed her a set of underwear.
She was nervous, but now her nervousness had a tinge of excitement. She could see how sexy Amy looked, and wondered how it must feel to be dressed in that way.
Aware that they were all watching her she tried not to show her embarrassment. Light from the one window emphasized her nakedness, and for a moment she longed for the darkness of the basement room. Quickly putting on the underwear she found that the cups of her bra were open fronted. The matching cream and black crotchless thong for some reason made her feel even more vulnerable than when she’d been totally naked, vulnerable yet sensual too.
Dressed as required, her legs trembling with a mixture of excited anticipation and fear, she mutely let Amber lead her to one of the beds. As the other woman’s hand touched her shoulder Grace was surprised to realize that she was now even more determined not to let Amber win. Whatever the trial turned out to be, she had to succeed.
“Lie down,” Amber said softly, “and David will explain the trial to you.” Her gentle tone increased Grace’s briefly subdued trepidation, because she knew how false it was, and understood that it didn’t bode well for what she was about to hear.
“This evening I’m sure you’ll be delighted to hear that you can both let your pleasure spill as often as you like,” said David. “The only element of competition is a simple one. The first person to be exhausted, and say that they don’t want any more orgasms will be the loser. If Grace loses, then she will fail the trial. Before we begin, do either of you have any questions?”
There was total silence in the room and Grace’s heart sank as she realized exactly what he was saying. She and Amy were going to be brought to the peak of pleasure time after time until one of them couldn’t go on any longer. This meant that the ability to slow down each orgasm, delay every climax, was vital. However, with the way her body had been teased and aroused already that day, Grace knew that her first orgasm would be very quick, putting her at an immediate disadvantage. Also, she was in no doubt that Amy had taken part in this particular trial many times, and had been carefully chosen as her opponent.
“Why is it called ‘Playful Profiteroles’?” she queried, trying to keep her voice from trembling.
“We’ll be using some exciting toys on you both during the evening, and I know you’ll get a great deal of pleasure from them,” replied David.
“Extreme pleasure,” added
“Isn’t she gorgeous,” said Andrew, who was standing by one of the beds. “Would you like to touch her before we begin our games with you? She likes to be touched.”
Grace swallowed hard. “I’m not sure.”
“You don’t have to, but she’d appreciate it, wouldn’t you, Laura.”
Laura nodded, and sensing that this was actually the start of the trial, Grace went up to her and lightly stroked the concave stomach with the tips of her fingers for a few seconds, causing the other girl to catch her breath with excitement.
“Excellent,” said Andrew. “Now, is Amy ready?”
A door on the left-hand side of the room opened and Amy walked in. For a moment Grace couldn’t make out what she was wearing, but then realized it was a black- and coffee-colored bra with a long strip of black lace down the front. It had cutout side panels and a band of lacy material round the tops of her thighs, but as she walked slowly to the center of the room it was clear that there were no matching panties.
“That outfit really suits you, Amy,” said Amber, guiding Laura’s twin to one of the beds. “Apron outfits are so sexy, and make it easy for us all to pleasure you.”
“How does it make you feel?” David asked Amy.
“Very sexy,” replied Amy enthusiastically.
“Time to do something about your outfit, Grace,” interjected Andrew as he approached her. Swiftly he removed her dress, and then handed her a set of underwear.
She was nervous, but now her nervousness had a tinge of excitement. She could see how sexy Amy looked, and wondered how it must feel to be dressed in that way.
Aware that they were all watching her she tried not to show her embarrassment. Light from the one window emphasized her nakedness, and for a moment she longed for the darkness of the basement room. Quickly putting on the underwear she found that the cups of her bra were open fronted. The matching cream and black crotchless thong for some reason made her feel even more vulnerable than when she’d been totally naked, vulnerable yet sensual too.
Dressed as required, her legs trembling with a mixture of excited anticipation and fear, she mutely let Amber lead her to one of the beds. As the other woman’s hand touched her shoulder Grace was surprised to realize that she was now even more determined not to let Amber win. Whatever the trial turned out to be, she had to succeed.
“Lie down,” Amber said softly, “and David will explain the trial to you.” Her gentle tone increased Grace’s briefly subdued trepidation, because she knew how false it was, and understood that it didn’t bode well for what she was about to hear.
“This evening I’m sure you’ll be delighted to hear that you can both let your pleasure spill as often as you like,” said David. “The only element of competition is a simple one. The first person to be exhausted, and say that they don’t want any more orgasms will be the loser. If Grace loses, then she will fail the trial. Before we begin, do either of you have any questions?”
There was total silence in the room and Grace’s heart sank as she realized exactly what he was saying. She and Amy were going to be brought to the peak of pleasure time after time until one of them couldn’t go on any longer. This meant that the ability to slow down each orgasm, delay every climax, was vital. However, with the way her body had been teased and aroused already that day, Grace knew that her first orgasm would be very quick, putting her at an immediate disadvantage. Also, she was in no doubt that Amy had taken part in this particular trial many times, and had been carefully chosen as her opponent.
“Why is it called ‘Playful Profiteroles’?” she queried, trying to keep her voice from trembling.
“We’ll be using some exciting toys on you both during the evening, and I know you’ll get a great deal of pleasure from them,” replied David.
“Extreme pleasure,” added
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