Sandra was watching TV with her folks, but her mind wasn't paying much attention. Now that she was going to college, spending time together with them was increasingly rare. She tried to set aside Sunday night for them, but their habit of languishing in front of the boob tube no longer fit well with her sophomoric view of the world.
Her thoughts kept drifting back to Friday. That had been quite a day, one that had fulfilled her desires to open up about her lust for any and all kinds of sex. Just thinking about it made her squirm in her chair.
For hours she had been yearning for darkness and a chance to pleasure herself. When her dad switched to his favorite show, a Japanese samurai swashbuckler series, she decided that the time had come and announced that she was going out for a walk.
Sandra went to her room and softly closed her door. She went to her closet, zipped open a plastic garment bag, and took out her newest creation.
At the start of the semester she had heard a rumor around campus that some girls were coming to school wearing leotards with rope wound around the crotch. The details varied depending on who you talked to, but the main idea was that the rope dug into their cunt and rubbed against their clit. In one version the idea was to sit in a class with a handsome young teacher and let yourself be stimulated as much as possible. The most daring thing to do was to have an orgasm right there in the lecture hall. Another version was that it was just painful, a kind of self inflicted sex torture made more interesting by a wager as to who could stand it the longest. Some said that it was a part of sorority hazing. Most of the girls she had talked with about it had pooh-poohed the idea, discarding it as a wild fantasy dreamed up by some wacky underclassmen or a particularly dirty old professor.
But the thought had fascinated Sandra. She loved sex, and craved to learn all that she could about it. The idea of enjoying constant stimulation right in the midst of her classmates seemed wonderfully wicked, yet far less perverse than so many sexual practices she had heard of.
One day she had mentioned the story to Lynn, who, in her usually outspoken way, had pronounced the story ludicrous, stating that it would hurt far too much for it to be pleasurable, and that it would surely show. Her dismissal had been so complete and final that Sandra had been reluctant to confide in her about wanting to try it.
Undaunted by her best friend's lack of enthusiasm, she took advantage of an evening alone at home to give it a try, and was pleasantly surprised to find the effect quite enjoyable. It did hurt a bit, but the pain seemed to blend with the sexual pleasure in a way that enhanced the overall effect.
Sandra had to admit that the way the story was told it probably would show. It had become quite the thing to wear a leotard and nylon jogging shorts to school, and that is how the girls were dressed in the story. She had tried it that way, alone at home, but try as she might her shorts either had a noticeable lump or a deep groove between her legs. Jeans, however, worked fine, as long as they weren't too tight. And she found that it helped to wear a pair of panties over the leotard, to smooth out the lumps.
Since then she had gone to school many times that way. She chose the days when she was only in class for three or four hours, which was as long as she could stand the feeling. At first she hadn't dared to get too excited, waiting until she got home to rush to her bedroom and relieve the pent-up tension. Her first orgasm on campus had been in the library, seated at an isolated carol. That had been a big surprise, because, once she got going she found it hard to stop. But it had been great fun. After a few more times she had learned to control it, and had popped off several times in her oceanography lecture surrounded by cute guys with dark tans and sun-bleached hair.
Soon after she started she began to think about making things that did the same trick. Custom made underwear designed to stimulate her. She had worked at the sewing machine every chance she had, and she had just finished her first creation that morning. Tonight would be her first time to really give it a try.
Even as she had worked on this one she had gotten ideas for more. A tight pair of spandex panties, perhaps a narrow bikini swimsuit bottom, with a padded satin bag, like a cache, sewn into the inside of the crotch. She thought she might try hook and loop tape to attach it, so that she could experiment with different shapes and fabrics. Rough, scratchy burlap, a piece of nylon carpet, lamb's wool, stiff satin ribbon made into bows or tied into knots, all would be worth trying. She thought that the elastic waistband of a typical swimsuit would not keep the panty pulled up hard enough, and was trying to figure out how to make something that fastened tightly, like with a drawstring. All she needed was more time alone at the sewing machine.
For her first attempt she had canvassed the fabric stores for the heaviest, stretchiest spandex she could find. Only one had it, the kind of thing used to make bathing suits for women with lumpy bodies, and she bought four yards of black, plenty for several attempts. She had worked out the pattern by hand, using one of her leotards as a model and making it a bit small so that it would fit really tight.
She held it up and gazed at it one more time. It was really quite simple, but it sure felt good to wear. She had cut very small holes in the front where her nipples came, and had hand sewn the openings to reinforce them. Once she had it on, all she had to do was pull on the fabric to open the holes, and then she could just pull each nipple though. The holes squeezed hard around the base of her nipples, a feeling she liked very much.
Lower down, the crotch was cut like a thong, but in front and back, so that it pulled up easily between the lips of her cunt and up inside her ass. Not satisfied with that, she had sewn stiff, scratchy nylon lace in gathers along both edges, so that it bristled all around the inside of the narrow crotch.
Now, eager to go out and give it a try, she striped naked and dusted her crotch with scented body powder, then stepped into her wild leotard. It was very tight, and it took a lot of squirming to get it up her body. As it slowly slid into place the crotch pulled tighter and tighter between her legs, making the lace dig into the soft skin. With the top still shy of the mark she paused to pull open the lips of her cunt, letting the narrow strip of spandex work its way inside. Then she put her arms through the shoulder straps and drew them on.
The little holes were still an inch below her nipples, and it took some more tugging to work the top into place. Then she pulled her nipples through the holes, which sent a jolt of pain shooting through her body. The feeling made her cunt tingle, and she thought she could feel every bristle along the edge of the lace where it dug into her labia.
Instead of jeans she decided to wear a gray wrap skirt, the kind made of the same shiny fabric that a lot of the leotards were made of. She needed to wear something over the leotard, to cover her bulging nipples, and for that she used a short cropped gray cotton tank top.
She checked herself in the mirror, and, satisfied that nothing looked out of the ordinary, she went out for her walk.