The Unraveling (New 11/17)

[Emily]

Hopefully I should have another part in a day or so. I’m trying to think of fun ideas for Riley’s day. Any ideas are appreciated!

[Bucket]

Hopefully I should have another part in a day or so. I’m trying to think of fun ideas for Riley’s day. Any ideas are appreciated!

Just going to copy and paste from an earlier post of mine just because, and then i swear I'll stop trying to put ideas in your head. At least for now.

(Like I say though, don't feel obligated to include any of it if wish not to)



"I'd still absolutely love to see Riley develop a genuine crush on Lily, and would still love to see Riley become a squirter, (again, why in earth is there not a single story on here with squirting orgasms lol?) and then there's public stimulation - aka a remote vibrator/vibrating underwear. But again, please don't feel obligated to include any of that if you don't want to.

One more idea that I've always liked is bottomlessness. A girl wearing just a shirt (that doesnt cover the naval or only just) and nothing else is just so much fun in the sense that although she's not completely naked, she'd almost feel even more exposed since all of the attention would be on here nether regions at all times"



Anyway, sorry. I'll absolutely shut up now with the constant, repetative suggestions lol.

[Emily]

Putting ideas in my head is always appreciated.

If there is one thing that ever stops me from writing, it is a lack of ideas. So always feel free to suggest anything and everything.

[Bucket]

Putting ideas in my head is always appreciated.

If there is one thing that ever stops me from writing, it is a lack of ideas. So always feel free to suggest anything and everything.

Alright, well that's good to hear. Don't want to be a pest with too many suggestions lol.

In that case, if I may, I'll leave you with one more suggestion. Or perhaps rather an agreement with other readers. I've seen multiple readers here say that they'd prefer Riley to be the one to always lose the competitions and always be the one most exposed.

I agree wholeheartedly. As much as I love Lily, and I certainly do, I too would much prefer to see Riley be the one whose always exposed. Lily being a bit submissive and bit exposed here and there but Riley being very submissive and very exposed is absolutely preferable imo. Perhaps Riley even begins to become submissive towards Lily as well? That would be fun to see.

Anyway, I said I'd stop with the suggestions for a bit but then immediately gave you more. Sorry. But I suppose you did say you want more.

[Emily]

Chapter 32

Riley nodded, her eyes never leaving the doctor's hand as she accepted the prescription, the weight of it feeling like a boulder in her palm. The exam was over, but the ordeal was far from finished. She slid off the table, her legs wobbly from the strain of staying still, the fabric of her leggings sticking to her wetness. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, as the doctors exchanged a knowing look.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper, the sound lost in the sterile air of the exam room.

Her and Claire left the health center, the warmth outside a stark contrast to the chilly environment they had just exited. The sun kissed Riley's skin, its gentle warmth a stark contrast to the cold steel and unforgiving lights of the exam room. The fresh breeze felt like a caress, a stark reminder of the world that waited beyond the walls that had held her in such an intimate prison. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the scent of blooming flowers and distant barbecue, trying to ground herself in the mundane reality of the outside world.

"I checked your schedule," Claire said, her voice a smooth purr that sent a shiver down Riley's spine. "You're free the rest of the day. How about we spend some time together?"

Riley's heart raced. She didn't know if she could handle any more of Claire's games, not after the humiliating experience in the health center. But there was something about the way Claire said it, something that hinted at a glimmer of kindness, a promise of something... more.

"I don't know," Riley replied, her voice tentative. She was torn between the fear of what Claire might have planned and the tantalizing thought of a genuine connection.

"Come on," Claire coaxed, her tone sweet and persuasive. "Just because we've had some... fun, doesn't mean we can't be friends." She paused, her eyes searching Riley's, looking for any sign of agreement. "In fact, I think you've enjoyed it more than you let on."

Riley felt a pang of uncertainty. Was it true? Had she enjoyed the humiliation and control? She couldn't deny the rush of excitement that had coursed through her in the exam room, nor the way her body had responded to the doctors' touches. It was a confusing mess of emotions, a tangled web she wasn't sure she wanted to unravel.

"I... I guess," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," Claire said, her smile widening. "Because I want you to know that I'm here for you, Riley. If you ever have any questions about sex, or if you ever just want to... see it in action, I'm an open book."

Riley felt her stomach flutter at the suggestion, the line between friendship and the games they played becoming increasingly blurred. She nodded, her voice small. "Okay."

As they stepped into the bright sunlight, Claire's phone buzzed with a text. She grinned, reading it with a knowing glint in her eye. "Looks like Lily's free for lunch," she said, tucking the phone into her pocket. "I'll make sure she joins us."

Riley felt a swirl of nerves at the mention of Lily. The thought of facing her after the night's events was almost too much to bear, but she nodded in agreement. It wasn't like she had a choice, not really. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

They arrived at the quaint little cafe, the bell jingling cheerfully as they stepped inside. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafted through the air, a stark contrast to the clinical smell of the health center. Riley scanned the room, her eyes landing on Lily's familiar figure at a table by the window. She looked up, her eyes widening slightly as she took in Riley's flushed cheeks and Claire's smug expression.

Lily's curiosity wavered in the air like a living entity as they approached the table. She offered a tentative smile, her eyes flicking between Riley and Claire, searching for any signs of what had transpired the previous night. Riley felt a blush creep up her neck, the memory of her humiliation as potent as if it had just occurred. She avoided Lily's gaze, focusing instead on the menu as if it held the answers to all her unspoken questions.

"So," Claire began, her voice a siren's call that demanded attention, "Riley had quite the evening without you, Lily." She spoke with a casual air, as if discussing the weather or their latest homework assignment. Riley's heart hammered in her chest, her pulse racing at the thought of revealing her most intimate moments to her friend.

Lily's eyes widened, a spark of interest lighting up her face. "Oh?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What happened?"

Riley felt a knot form in her stomach, her shyness battling the need to be honest with her friend. Claire's hand on her shoulder was a silent reminder of the power dynamics at play, the unspoken threat of what could happen if she didn't comply. She took a deep breath, her voice shaking slightly as she began to recount the events of the previous night.

"They... they made me strip," she started, her eyes glued to the menu. "Ethan and Carter, I mean. And Ellie, she... showed them around." She paused, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "My body, I mean."

Lily leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "What do you mean, 'showed them around'?"

Riley's cheeks burned as she tried to find the right words. "They... they made me, uh, expose myself to them," she stumbled. "Ellie was like a... a tour guide, pointing out my, you know, my... private parts." She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the memories pressing down on her. "They had me spread my legs, and Ellie talked about me like I was a... a science exhibit or something."

Lily's eyes were wide with shock, but there was something else in them too, something darker that Riley couldn't quite place. "What happened next?" she prodded, her voice low and hungry for the details.

Riley took a deep breath, the words tumbling out of her mouth in a rush. "They had me play this game," she said, her voice shaking. "They blindfolded me, and I had to guess which one of them was touching me." She paused, the memory of their hands on her body making her skin crawl. "They touched me everywhere, Lily. Everywhere."

The silence at the table was thick, the cacophony of the cafe fading into the background. The only sound was the rustle of the pages in Riley's grip as her knuckles turned white. "And when I guessed wrong," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "the punishment was... was to pose for photos."

Her eyes darted up to meet Lily's, the horror and fascination in her friend's gaze only making her feel more exposed. "They had me in all these... these positions," she managed to say, her cheeks flaming red. "It was like I was some kind of... of porn star."

"And don’t forget you had to make them come," Claire filled in, her voice smug, enjoying Riley's discomfort. "Both of them, right?"

Riley nodded, her eyes downcast. "Yeah."

"Wow," Lily breathed, leaning back in her chair. "That's... intense."

Riley nodded, her eyes still glued to the menu. "It was."

The waitress arrived, the clinking of cutlery and the murmur of the other patrons a stark contrast to the heavy silence at their table. Riley felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine as she ordered a salad, her voice shaking slightly.

"So," Claire said, her tone light, "you never did tell us what happened after the photo shoot."

Riley's heart skipped a beat, the memories of that night still fresh and raw. "They... they made me masturbate," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the clinking of silverware and the low hum of conversations around them. "And... and they had me use a finger on myself," she added, her cheeks burning.

Claire leaned in, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Where did you have to use it?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr that made Riley's skin crawl.

Riley's face grew even hotter, if that was possible. "My... my butt," she whispered, her eyes downcast. The word sounded so crude, so embarrassing in the bright light of the cafe.

“And did you enjoy it?” Claire's question hung in the air, her smile predatory as she watched Riley squirm.

Riley’s eyes darted between Lily’s shocked expression and Claire’s knowing gaze. She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “I... I did.”

“Lily, have you ever tried that?” Claire’s question hung in the air, a challenge wrapped in a casual tone.

Lily’s cheeks flushed pink, the question catching her off guard. She took a sip of her drink, stalling for time. “I, uh, no, I haven’t,” she admitted, her voice small.

Claire's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. "Well, maybe it's something you should consider," she said, her voice filled with a seductive warmth that made Riley's stomach flip. "Riley seems to have enjoyed it quite a bit."

“What happened after that?” Lily’s voice was a mix of horror and fascination, her eyes never leaving Riley’s face as she listened intently.

Riley took a deep breath, the humiliation of the situation still fresh in her mind. “They ordered a pizza,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “And... they made me answer the door naked.”

Lily’s eyes went wide, a mix of horror and fascination playing across her features. “What did you do?”

Riley took a deep breath, the memory of the cold door handle against her bare skin sending a shiver down her spine. “They told me to answer the door when the pizza guy arrived,” she whispered. “And... and they took a picture of me with him.”

The image of the naked stranger, Todd, with the pizza box in hand, was forever etched in her mind. She had felt so exposed, so humiliated, but also... aroused. The power they had over her was intoxicating, a thrill that danced on the edge of fear.

Riley took another deep breath, her heart racing as she recounted the final act of the night. "After the photos," she began, her voice shaking, "they... they had me masturbate. While they watched." She paused, her cheeks burning. "And when I was close, they... they came on me."

Lily's eyes grew even wider, the shock etched on her face. "Oh my god," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the din of the café. "That's... wow."

Riley nodded, the memory replaying in her mind like a movie she couldn't turn off. "They had me lay down," she continued, her voice shaking, "and they... they covered me in it." She swallowed hard, the taste of bile rising in her throat. "It was everywhere, Lily. All over my face, my chest, my stomach... everywhere."

The waitress returned with their food, setting the plates down with a cheerful smile that seemed to mock the gravity of the conversation. Riley couldn't bring herself to look at her, her eyes instead focusing on the sad, wilted salad in front of her.

"And then there was the grand finale," Claire said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, breaking the tension. "You remember, don't you?"

Riley's eyes darted to hers, the question in them clear. How could she forget?

"Yes," she said. “After the boys left, Ellie, Aria, and Claire took over. They had me... service them." Riley's voice was barely a murmur, the words sticking in her throat as she spoke. "They each took turns telling me what to do."

“Riley is quite talented with her mouth, isn’t she?” Claire mused, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she took a sip of her iced tea.

Lily couldn’t tear her eyes away from Riley, who sat there, her face a picture of embarrassment and arousal. She nodded slowly, her own cheeks flushing at the thought. “It... it seems like it,” she admitted, her voice a little too high.

“Did you enjoy hearing about Riley’s little adventure?” Claire’s question was as smooth as silk, cutting through the air like a knife. She took a sip of her iced tea, watching Lily with a knowing smile.

Lily’s eyes flickered to Riley’s, who was staring at her plate, her salad untouched. The memory of her friend’s story played in her mind, the images of Riley’s humiliation and arousal intertwining in a way that made her feel both sick and intrigued. She licked her lips, tasting the sweetness of the tea. “It’s... intense,” she said finally, her voice a little shaky.

“Intense indeed,” Claire said, her eyes never leaving Riley. “But the question is, did you enjoy hearing about it, Lily?”

Lily felt her heart race, the implication in Claire’s tone making her squirm in her seat. Riley’s story had been a whirlwind of emotions—shock, pity, and, if she was honest with herself, a strange thrill. She didn’t know how to respond.

But before she could formulate a coherent thought, Claire’s hand was on Riley’s wrist, guiding it towards Lily’s crotch. “Why don’t you find out for yourself, Riley?” she suggested, her voice low and intimate. “See if our little story has had any effect on our dear Lily here.”

Riley’s eyes went wide with shock, her heart hammering in her chest. She looked at Lily, searching for any sign of consent, any glimmer of understanding in her eyes. But Lily’s gaze was fixed on Claire, a mix of fear and excitement playing across her features. Riley’s hand hovered, trembling, just inches from her friend’s body.

“Go on, Riley,” Claire’s voice was a gentle coax, a siren’s call that she couldn’t resist. She slid her hand into Lily’s pants, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her underwear. She could feel the heat emanating from her friend’s core, the dampness that told a story of her own arousal. Lily’s breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Riley’s fingertips danced closer to her clit.

Riley’s eyes never left Lily’s face, searching for any sign of discomfort or objection. But all she saw was a mix of shock and desire, the same emotions that had fueled her through the previous night’s ordeals. She took a deep breath, her own heart racing as she finally slid her finger through the slick folds of Lily’s pussy. It was like dipping into a warm, wet embrace, the sensation making her own body react in kind.

Lily’s gasp was audible, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as Riley's digit traced the delicate lines of her labia. The wetness was palpable, a testament to the intensity of her arousal. Riley felt a strange thrill at the power she held in that moment, her touch dictating Lily’s response. The sound of the café faded into the background, the only noise the soft, wet noises of her exploration and Lily’s erratic breathing.

But just as quickly as she had been drawn into the moment, Riley pulled her hand out, her fingers glistening with Lily’s desire. She looked down at her hand, the stark contrast of the wetness against her skin jolting her back to reality. The intimacy of the gesture hit her like a ton of bricks, the implications of what she had just done setting in.

“So you did enjoy it,” Claire said, her eyes gleaming with victory as she took in the sight of Riley’s hand, covered in Lily’s arousal.

Lily’s eyes remained on Riley’s hand, the evidence of her arousal making her chest tighten. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "Yes," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I enjoyed hearing about it." She couldn’t believe the words were coming out of her mouth, but they were true. The thrill of hearing Riley’s story, the raw honesty in her voice, had stirred something within her.

"Good," Claire said, her smile never wavering. "Now, Riley, why don’t you lick your finger clean for us?" Her tone was low and sultry, the command unmistakable.

Riley's eyes darted to Claire's, then to Lily's, who was watching her with a mix of fascination and trepidation. She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine as she brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes never leaving Lily's. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of her friend's desire. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that sent a shiver down her spine.

The sound of the café grew distant as she licked her finger clean, the tang of Lily's arousal on her tongue. She could feel Claire's gaze on her, the unspoken challenge in her eyes. She knew what was expected of her now, the role she had to play. The power dynamics had shifted again, the lines between friendship and submission blurred beyond recognition.

"You know," Claire said, her voice a purr that sent a shiver down Riley's spine, "now that we've had our little... discussion, I think we should do something fun." She took a sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving Riley's face. "How about a swim?"

Riley's eyes widened, the suggestion hitting her like a bolt of lightning. A swim meant changing into swimsuits, which meant more exposure, more opportunities for them to control and humiliate her. But she knew better than to argue. "Okay," she said, her voice small, trying to keep the tremble out of it.

"But first," Claire said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "we need to make sure you're both dressed appropriately." She leaned back in her chair, her gaze sweeping over them. "Do either of you even own bikinis?"

Riley felt a cold knot form in her stomach. She didn't have a bikini; she'd never felt comfortable enough in her own skin to wear one in public. "I have a one-piece," she murmured, hoping it would be enough.

Lily looked up at her with a mix of relief and anxiety. "Me too," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that okay?"

"No," Claire said, her voice firm. "That will not do." She leaned forward, her eyes burning into Riley's soul. "You are not little girls anymore. You are women now, and women wear bikinis."

Riley felt a shiver run down her spine at the authority in Claire's tone. She knew better than to argue, but the thought of baring herself in such a way was terrifying. She looked down at her plate, her appetite gone.

"Come on, girls," Claire said, her voice still holding that seductive edge. "Let's go shopping."

Without waiting for a response, she slid out of the booth, her hips swaying as she made her way to the exit. Riley and Lily exchanged a nervous glance before following her out into the bright sunlight, the warmth of the day doing little to ease the chill that had settled in Riley's bones.

The walk to the store was a blur of concrete and asphalt, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the quiet of the early afternoon. The big box store loomed before them, a beacon of mundane normalcy that seemed almost alien after the tumultuous morning. Claire pushed the doors open, the cool air of the air-conditioned interior washing over them like a wave.

Riley felt the weight of the day's events pressing down on her as they moved through the aisles, the bright lights and colorful displays doing little to lift her spirits. Lily stuck close by her side, her eyes darting around nervously as if expecting the world to judge her for her friend's secret.

They arrived at the swimsuit section, and Riley felt her stomach drop. The skimpy pieces of fabric, barely covering the mannequins' breasts and hips, seemed to mock her modesty. She couldn’t imagine herself in any of them, but she knew better than to protest. Claire was already flipping through the racks, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

After a few moments, she pulled out two bikinis. "Here," she said, holding them up. "These should do nicely."

Riley took the one offered to her, the fabric a soft black and white floral pattern that was surprisingly modest for Claire's usual tastes. It had full coverage bottoms and a top that offered more support than she had expected. Lily's was a pale blue, the triangles of the top small but not overly revealing, and the bottoms a comfortable mid-rise cut.

They exchanged a look of mild relief before Claire's smile turned sly. "Don't get too comfortable, girls," she warned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "These are just to get you started. Let’s go try them on."

The dressing room was a cramped space with only three stalls, each with a mirror and a curtain for privacy. Riley felt a flicker of hope when she saw the layout, thinking she might have a moment alone to gather her thoughts. But Claire had other plans. "Why don't you two share a stall?" she suggested, holding out the bikinis like a prize. "It'll be like a little dress-up party."

Lily's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, taking the hint of encouragement in Claire's eyes. Riley's heart hammered in her chest as they stepped into the small space together, the walls seeming to close in around them. The cacophony of the store muffled by the thick curtains, it was as if they were in a world of their own.

They both undressed without hesitation, their movements almost synchronized. The pile of their clothes grew on the bench, a silent testament to their shared fate. Their eyes met in the mirror, each taking in the other's naked form. The curves and lines of their bodies were stark in the harsh light, yet there was something beautiful in their vulnerability.

As they slipped into their bikinis, Riley couldn’t help but steal glances at Lily’s reflection. Her pussy was glistening, a wetness that was impossible to ignore. It was like a neon sign flashing in the quiet dressing room, a silent confession of her arousal. Lily’s eyes flicked down, catching Riley’s gaze. For a moment, their eyes locked, and Riley felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Lily’s gaze darted away, her own cheeks flushing as she adjusted the strings of her top. Riley felt a strange mix of emotions—shame at being caught staring, arousal at the sight of her friend’s wetness, and a strange sense of kinship in their shared vulnerability. She quickly turned away, trying to focus on her own reflection. But as she looked down, she saw her own pussy mirroring Lily’s, wet and needy. The realization hit her like a sledgehammer.

“Are you both ready?” Claire’s voice was a teasing whisper from outside the stall.

Riley took a deep breath and nodded to Lily, who was fidgeting with the strings of her own bikini. They stepped out from behind the curtain, the fabric of their swimsuits clinging to their bodies like a second skin. Lily’s eyes were glued to the floor, but Riley forced herself to look up, to face the music.

“Perfect,” Claire purred, her eyes roving over them both with a predatory gaze. “Now, let’s see how well they fit, shall we?”

Without waiting for a response, she stepped closer to Riley, her fingertips grazing the edge of Riley’s bikini top. Riley felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body at the contact, her breasts feeling suddenly too small and exposed. Claire’s touch was gentle as she began to adjust the fabric, her fingers deftly maneuvering the cups to enhance Riley’s modest assets. The material tightened around her chest, the padding adding just enough to give the illusion of more, and Riley’s breath hitched at the sensation.

Next, Claire turned her attention to Lily, her eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts. Riley watched, unable to look away, as Claire’s thumbs grazed the pale skin of Lily’s cleavage, pushing the fabric down slightly to create a more dramatic effect. Lily’s breathing grew heavier, her cheeks a rosy hue that seemed to deepen with every touch. The air in the dressing room was thick with tension, a silent dance of power and desire playing out before their eyes.

"Now, Riley," Claire said, her voice a low command, "put your shirt and shoes back on, but keep your pants and underwear in hand." She stepped back, giving Riley room to dress. "Lily, you do the same."

Riley's heart raced as she pulled her shirt over her head, the fabric sticking to her damp skin. She felt exposed, the cool air of the dressing room hitting her bare lower half. Lily, with shaking hands, did the same, her eyes never leaving Riley's. They both had to tug at their bikini bottoms to ensure they didn't ride up too much as they stepped into their shoes. The sound of fabric rustling and their hushed breaths filled the small space.

They emerged from the stall, clutching their pants and underwear, the flimsy barrier between them and the world outside feeling all too real. The dressing room was quiet except for the occasional muffled sound of someone else's voice or the distant clanging of hangers. Claire's eyes roved over them, a hungry look that made Riley's skin crawl with a mix of fear and excitement. She nodded in approval before turning on her heel and heading towards the cashier.

Riley and Lily followed her, their hearts pounding in sync with their steps. The store was a blur of colors and faces, none of which seemed to register the tumultuous emotions playing out in their little trio. At the checkout, Claire pulled out her wallet, her movements smooth and confident. She paid for the bikinis without a second glance at the price tag, as if the cost of their humiliation was a mere trifle.

"Alright, girls," Claire said as they stepped into the parking lot, the heat of the day wrapping around them like a heavy blanket. "We're going to head to the pool now." She glanced at her phone, a smug smile playing on her lips. "And it seems Ellie and Aria will be joining us."

[destroyer008]

Another great chapter! I hope she gets some devious tasks at the pool. Maybe they can make Riley expose herself to strangers, while being recorded. And maybe Riley gets into trouble with the life guards and has to "convince" them to let her off the hook. Maybe the life guards want a private show or some other services in return for not getting her into further trouble? My mind is going wild!

[Bucket]

Thank you for the new chapter!

I've now got three new chapters to read and I'll likely read them tomorrow or Friday. I could wait a bit for a forth new chapter, but nah, I'm so damn eager to read the new chapters already.

Once again, I thoroughly appreciate the regular updates! ❤

[Bucket]

This is one of my favorite stories on this site and I love the direction. Currently, as the story stands, you're sitting on a goldmine of opportunities! Here are just a few possibilities.

-More public humiliation in class and on campus by forced/reluctant exposure.
-Give the girls full clothing control. High heels shorts skirts, no bra or panties, etc . Make her exchange her more conservative outfits for more revealing outfits over time.
-Create rules she has to follow while in public. This could be a maximum of total number of clothing items, or no sitting with her knees touching. Things that will lead to more exposure
-Orgasm control, denial, teasing, and edging. Make her edge a certain amount of times a day or in public
-Add some toys. Clamps, vibes, or butt plugs that go off randomly in public or are controlled by the others
-Put her in situations where she is forced to choose between more rules/further exposure or having an orgasm

These are just some ideas and she can do all of this while keeping her virginity in tact. I actually would prefer it that way, it makes for an interesting juxtaposition. I also agree with some of the other comments, I wasn't a huge fan of the boys, girls only is more fun

Love all of this!

Orgasm control, denial and constant edging in particular. Constant edging to the point of Riley "blue beaning" (female equivalent of blue balling) would be unbelievably fun, (and could play a huge part in Riley becoming a girl who squirts, assuming that's the direction the story goes in) and would make Riley a constantly horny mess haha!

Also, making Riley not allowed to orgasm without permission so she has beg for permission to climax each time would be great to see as well. Would make her even more submissive. The more submissive Riley becomes the better.

Public stimulation is also a personal favourite of mine, so Riley having to have toys inserted in public whilst having to act normal or talk to people while the toys are driving her crazy, especially if she's been edged for a while is 100% something I want to see on a regular basis.

Riley trying DESPERATELY not to moan in public or collapse due to very weak knees equals infinite fun!

[destroyer008]

This is one of my favorite stories on this site and I love the direction. Currently, as the story stands, you're sitting on a goldmine of opportunities! Here are just a few possibilities.

-More public humiliation in class and on campus by forced/reluctant exposure.
-Give the girls full clothing control. High heels shorts skirts, no bra or panties, etc . Make her exchange her more conservative outfits for more revealing outfits over time.
-Create rules she has to follow while in public. This could be a maximum of total number of clothing items, or no sitting with her knees touching. Things that will lead to more exposure
-Orgasm control, denial, teasing, and edging. Make her edge a certain amount of times a day or in public
-Add some toys. Clamps, vibes, or butt plugs that go off randomly in public or are controlled by the others
-Put her in situations where she is forced to choose between more rules/further exposure or having an orgasm

These are just some ideas and she can do all of this while keeping her virginity in tact. I actually would prefer it that way, it makes for an interesting juxtaposition. I also agree with some of the other comments, I wasn't a huge fan of the boys, girls only is more fun

Love all of this!

Orgasm control, denial and constant edging in particular. Constant edging to the point of Riley "blue beaning" (female equivalent of blue balling) would be unbelievably fun, (and could play a huge part in Riley becoming a girl who squirts, assuming that's the direction the story goes in) and would make Riley a constantly horny mess haha!

Also, making Riley not allowed to orgasm without permission so she has beg for permission to climax each time would be great to see as well. Would make her even more submissive. The more submissive Riley becomes the better.

Public stimulation is also a personal favourite of mine, so Riley having to have toys inserted in public whilst having to act normal or talk to people while the toys are driving her crazy, especially if she's been edged for a while is 100% something I want to see on a regular basis.

Riley trying DESPERATELY not to moan in public or collapse due to very weak knees equals infinite fun!

Since squirting is a thing that only really happens in porn; the girls essentially just piss themselves; I don't think it should play a big role. I mean, you could make it so that Riley gets conditioned by the girls to humiliate herself by pissing herself during orgasm, but "squirting" is not a natural behavior. Maybe Riley gets just really wet, but squirtimg as seen in porn where a fountain of "cum" gets shot through the air is not narural...

[Bucket]

This is one of my favorite stories on this site and I love the direction. Currently, as the story stands, you're sitting on a goldmine of opportunities! Here are just a few possibilities.

-More public humiliation in class and on campus by forced/reluctant exposure.
-Give the girls full clothing control. High heels shorts skirts, no bra or panties, etc . Make her exchange her more conservative outfits for more revealing outfits over time.
-Create rules she has to follow while in public. This could be a maximum of total number of clothing items, or no sitting with her knees touching. Things that will lead to more exposure
-Orgasm control, denial, teasing, and edging. Make her edge a certain amount of times a day or in public
-Add some toys. Clamps, vibes, or butt plugs that go off randomly in public or are controlled by the others
-Put her in situations where she is forced to choose between more rules/further exposure or having an orgasm

These are just some ideas and she can do all of this while keeping her virginity in tact. I actually would prefer it that way, it makes for an interesting juxtaposition. I also agree with some of the other comments, I wasn't a huge fan of the boys, girls only is more fun

Love all of this!

Orgasm control, denial and constant edging in particular. Constant edging to the point of Riley "blue beaning" (female equivalent of blue balling) would be unbelievably fun, (and could play a huge part in Riley becoming a girl who squirts, assuming that's the direction the story goes in) and would make Riley a constantly horny mess haha!

Also, making Riley not allowed to orgasm without permission so she has beg for permission to climax each time would be great to see as well. Would make her even more submissive. The more submissive Riley becomes the better.

Public stimulation is also a personal favourite of mine, so Riley having to have toys inserted in public whilst having to act normal or talk to people while the toys are driving her crazy, especially if she's been edged for a while is 100% something I want to see on a regular basis.

Riley trying DESPERATELY not to moan in public or collapse due to very weak knees equals infinite fun!

Since squirting is a thing that only really happens in porn; the girls essentially just piss themselves; I don't think it should play a big role. I mean, you could make it so that Riley gets conditioned by the girls to humiliate herself by pissing herself during orgasm, but "squirting" is not a natural behavior. Maybe Riley gets just really wet, but squirtimg as seen in porn where a fountain of "cum" gets shot through the air is not narural...

I have to disagree with you there, at least to certain extent.

I've witnessed first-hand fluid literally squirting out due to orgasms, and on more than one occasion. Full body, quivering and shaking type orgasms. I know that squirting orgasms can be almost like this mythical creature of sorts, but I can 100% attest to it's existence, and it definitely wasn't pee. I do like your suggestion of humiliation through Riley peeing herself in front of an audience though.

There's another story that I'm reading (waiting for new chapters though unfortunately) where the main character has to ask permission to use the toilet to relieve herself and it often results in her wetting herself. It's actually surprisingly effective, and incredibly fun to read, so I'd absolutely be good with Riley wetting herself in front of others for sure.