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update nov 13 2011

Another story by Garmonbozia | My Very Own | Pentonbridge Pig

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F+/F, reluc, D/s, BDsm, humil, blackmail, teen

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My Very Own
by Garmonbozia

Chapter 1. The Circle Closes
Katie stood at the back of the library, hidden between two tall shelves of dusty books. History of Sumeria and Mesopotamia, she read from one of the larger volumes on the shelf. She tried to conjure up some kind of idea what the book would be about, but the distraction was not working.

The young girl slid her phone from her pocket for what felt like the hundredth time in five minutes. It was still there, no doubt about it. The picture was her. She still could not believe it. That was almost three months ago. How could anyone possibly have known that was her? How could anyone have tracked her down? Wasn't this Stickam thing supposed to be totally anonymous?

She slipped her phone back in her pocket and fidgeted once more with the strap of her schoolbag. The text had come that morning between second and third periods. Its contents were clear: meet whoever it was here during lunch or everyone would soon know what she had done.

She had been waiting for at least 20 minutes now and was beginning to feel paniced. She checked the message again, just to make sure she was in the right spot; she was. Ancient history was where she was told to be and ancient history was where she was. She had not seen or heard another soul since entering the library and had scurried to the back as quickly as she could, confident she had not been seen.

Fucking hell, she thought as she became ever more anxious with each passing moment. How could she be so fucking stupid. She was only 16. She could never recover from the other girls at school knowing what she had done. What about Scott? What about her brother? What about her parents? The thought made her pale and she clutched the shelf as a wave of nausea swept over her.

"Hey Katie."

Katie dropped her phone at the sudden noise. It bounced towards the end of the row and she fell to her knees, scrambling to recover the phone that contained evidence of her indiscretion. She didn't think she had left the message or the image on the screen but she just could not be sure.

"Are you okay?" the other girl asked, genuine concern in her voice.
"Um, y...yeah. Thanks. Just dropped my phone," Katie replied nervously. Wow, fucking genius that, it’s not like she didn’t just see you drop it. At least it was only Lauren Harper, a girl she knew next to nothing about, but who she had always regarded as kind of harmless.
"You look a little pale, you sure you don't need to sit down or something."
"No," Katie replied sharply. "Um I mean, that's okay. I'm fine here."
"Okay, what you doing back here? You don't do ancient history."
"Um. I was um... I was just checking out the Sumerians, gotta love the Sumerians," Katie gushed frantically. Smooth girl, real smooth, she chided.
"Oh. I thought you might be back here because you were told to be here."

Katie froze, looking at the other girl hard, really looking at her for the first time, sizing her up like a lion and its prey. She was a little taller than Katie, maybe five and a half feet, mousy brown hair t gathered in a loose ponytail. Her heart-shaped face was cute, for sure, though the pale blue eyes, almost turqoise, were striking - they looked like a ghost's eyes. She was slim with a bosom that suited her frame. She was dressed very much like Katie, jeans and a t-shirt though somewhat more non-descript than the eminently more stylish Katie.

"Cat got your tongue? Or should I say dog got your tongue? Or have you got his?" Lauren said with wicked pleasure, a sly smile twisting her tiny mouth, creating two small dimples in her cheeks.

'You!" Katie spat. "How the fuck?. What the fuck do you want?"

Lauren stepped into the silent row and slapped Katie, hard. The shocked girl's head snapped to the right and her hand flew to her burning cheek. This bitch had just slapped her, this fucking bitch had just slapped her. The reason for the rendezvous was forgotten and pure anger overwhelmed her.

"You fucking little bitch," snarled Katie, as she dropped her bag to the floor.
"Ok, so you want me to send the video to the whole school. No problem," Lauren said nonchalantly, stopping the shorter girl in her tracks.
"No, no. Please don't, I didn't mean it. Please what do you want?" Katie babbled, the panic that had been her constant companion all morning now tightened its grip.
"I want you Katie Thomas, that's all."

The bewildered teen didn't know what to do. She hadn't really known what to expect but she certainly had not expected Lauren Harper. She lifted her hand hesitantly to her still stinging cheek and wondered what exactly was happening. What the hell was she on about?

"If you agree to be mine then as an act of faith, as your first task let's say, I want you to go to the toilet down the hall, remove your panties and hand them to me. You have five minutes."

Katie stood there incredulous. Remove her panties? Just who the hell was Lauren Harper anyway? Katie realised she had absolutely no idea. Would she really go through with her threat of showing what she had to everyone? Katie could not take the chance, she had to know more about this. Was it all a bluff to humiliate her? To get money?

"Four and a half minutes," Lauren stated casually.

The anxious teen made a decision and scurried past her tormentor and out of the library. The girl's restrooms were at the other end of the hall. She would have to be quick to get there and back. She started walking briskly down the hall, trying her best to look inconspicuous. She dared not run, that was a surefire way to draw attention.

Katie kept her focus on the restroom sign as she walked past other students and teachers, chatting amiably, laughing and joking. She imagined what it would be like to walk down a hallway if anyone saw that footage. She imagined the looks of disgust, the harsh whispers, the humiliation. The mere thought of it had Katie blushing.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the bathroom was mostly empty. It could be a nightmare sometimes, wall to wall with chatting girls, fixing their makeup or talking about boys. There were only two girls in here now, and both from a grade below so she would not even have to trade pleasantries.

Katie scurried into a stall and leaned against the back of the door as she flicked the lever to occupied. Was she really going to do this? Was this really happening? The bitch definitely knew what she had done, and definitely had evidence but would she really destroy her life. Could she be that cruel?

This was it, now or never. She had to decide whether to do what she had been told, remove her panties and give them over to a stranger, or she could march back and threaten the little cow with whatever she could think of and hope for the best. She took two long breaths as she tried to think of the repercussions of either decision but her brain just would not work.

She had been shocked almost into incoherence by the arrival of the text that morning but what had just happened in the library had almost shut her brain down entirely. There was nothing else for it, she stood back, unlaced her sneakers and stepped out of the trendy shoes that had cost her parents a pretty penny.

She unbuckled her jeans and slid them down her legs in one smooth motion before sliding them off each leg and draping them over her shoulder. The pretty young girl slid her thumbs in the tight waistband and slid the tiny pink panties down her slim legs. She stood for a second, unsure of what to do now. Whatever happened after this, she would never want these panties back, so she rested them on top of the cistern and hurriedly dressed.

It was only then that she realised that she had left her bag in the library where she had dropped it. She had left it with Lauren. Katie scrunched the panties into a tight ball and shoved them in the front pocket of her jeans. That would have to do, no one would see them there. She had no idea how long she had spent in the toilet and she did not want to miss the time by a few seconds. What if she returned and Lauren had gone?

The thought sent Katie scurrying frantically from the stall and out into the hall. The sight of other students slowed her down and she sped, as fast as she dared, back to the library. The young girl headed straight for the stacks at the back, being inconspicuous not so high a priority now.

There it was, Ancient History. She turned the corner and stepped into the row and...stopped. It was empty. There was no one here. Lauren had gone and so had her bag. Tiny tears formed in Katie's pretty green eyes. She was ruined. She had to run away. Yes, that's what she would do: run away. With what money and to where, were her next thoughts. She didn't know, her brain wouldn't function, but she knew she could not face anyone she knew after today.

"There you are."

Katie jumped and spun around in one motion. Her heart had definitely skipped a beat, but there was Lauren, all smiles, Katie's bag slung over her right shoulder. She had never been so relieved in all her life, the panic she had felt when she found her tormentor gone had almost crushed her.

"Would you like to come and sit with me?" Lauren asked, an innocent, cherubic smile lighting her face.

"S...sure," Katie stammered, slowly gathering her wits.

Lauren led her to a table towards the back of the large room and indicated for the confused girl to sit opposite. Katie looked furtively around the room as she sat, grateful that the nearest people were three tables away, the library was not a popular destination during lunch.

"You have something for me?"
"Yes," Katie squeaked.
"Well?," Lauren prompted when the other girl sat unmoving.
"Um, yeah," Katie said, digging into her jeans pocket and retrieving the balled up panties. She leaned under the table and extended her arm towards Lauren, keen for the exchange to be kept well away from prying eyes.
"Well, do you or not?"

Katie grit her teeth and slowly lifted her arm above the table, the wad of pink material that had so recently covered her most intimate of places, almost hidden in her fist. She leaned across the table, waiting for Lauren to take the panties from her. When she made no move to take the item, Katie looked at Lauren, pleading silently with her eyes. She was met with stony indifference. Katie knew when she was beaten.

With a quick glance around the room she dropped her panties on the table, trying to get them as close to the other girl as possible. The moment they left her hand they began to unfurl. As the unrecognisable ball of material unfolded and grew, so did the humiliation she felt. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the skin of her chest and neck mottling a lighter pink. She kept her eyes focused on the table, unable to pry her gaze away as the small pink clump evolved into a pair of delicate pink panties.

"And what is this?" Lauren asked casually, delighting in the continued discomfort of the pretty young girl.
"Um, my... my panties," Katie squeaked.
"And why are you giving them to me?"
"You asked me to," Katie whispered, you dumb bitch she added silently.
"No I did not. I told you to. I will never ask you to do anything," said Lauren, a hint of ice creeping into her voice.

Katie watched hesitantly as the other girl reached out and flicked the panties back towards her. Was that it, she thought. Did the little bitch just want to humiliate her? The relief was palpable as she quickly snatched the small garment and hid it from view.

"Don't ever give me something like that again. Fold them up nicely and try again."

Katie's eyes flashed with anger, all too briefly. Her humiliation was not at an end. She looked at the crumpled pink panties in her lap, letting the order sink in. No one spoke to her like that. Her parents never did, and they would be the only people who would dare. She was a good girl, no one needed to speak to her like that.

Obediently she laid the panties in her lap and folded them neatly. She had to play this bitch's game, at least until she found out what it was all about, but she did not know how long she could keep it up. A thick, leaden weight sat in the pit of her belly, the humiliation making her nauseous.

Katie bit her bottom lip, in the way Scott said was ultra-cute, and handed the, now folded, panties back across the table. This time she looked Lauren directly in the eye, startled to see those hypnotic, pale blue eyes scrutinising her every move. She felt as if she was being stalked by some dangerous animal and quickly sat back in her seat, folding her arms tightly, trying to make herself small.

Lauren reached forward languidly, sweeping the small pink panties from the table and depositing them in her bag. Not for one moment did she look away from Katie, delighting in the trapped look of the huddling teen. Her pretty green eyes were as wide as a doe's, perfectly highlighted by her jet black hair, swept across ther forehead from right to left, constantly threatening to completely obscure one side of her face.

"You had sixteen dollars in your purse. That is now mine. I have also confiscated your iPod. Come to my house after school. I'll text you where and what time. Don't be late or you will be punished."

With that Lauren spun on her heel and disappeared from the library. Katie sat stunned, staring daggers at the back of the retreating girl. She had three hours until the end of school, three hours to figure out a way out of this mess. It had all happened so fast, she was still disorientated. One thing was clear however, that one day of fun, those few small hours of wickedness were going to cost her dearly. How could she ever have been so stupid?

* * * * *

Katie stood back and looked at the white door before her. She could still hear the musical tinkling of the doorbell from somewhere inside the house. She still could not believe she was doing this, but here she was. She had phoned her mother and said she would be late, that she would be studying with a friend. The call had not even elicited a question, her years of good behaviour had seen to that.

She had looked up Lauren's address on google, relieved to find she lived only a few blocks from the school. She had remained anxious throughout the entire afternoon, hoping that no text would come, hoping that her nightmare was over, dreading the sound of the tiny beeps that would herald further torment.

It had finally come during her last period. She had been given twenty minutes to reach Lauren's house. If she was late she would be punished, the final sentence of the text haunted her as she all but ran the three blocks to Lauren's. She had never worn jeans without panties, even for her low-riders she had a special g-string.

Katie stood uncomfortably as she waited for someone to answer the door. She had been aware of the thick seam of her jeans against her sex every time she moved but the hurried walk through the busy streets had rubbed her delicate lips with each frantic step. It had been a constant reminder of her situation.

The humiliation stung her keenly every time she walked past someone, sure that they knew she was not wearing any panties, quietly calling her a slut or a whore. The other feelings the thick denim seam was causing, she did her best to ignore, though the silent condemnation her paranoia saw fit to assign to each and every stranger was only reinforced by them.

Katie's stomach tightened as she heard movement from inside the house. She saw a shadow move in the frosted glass panel to the side of the door and she held her breath as the door opened, smooth and silent. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure it would give her fear away, and she did not want anyone to see her scared. She had to be strong. If she could show this jumped up little shit that she was strong then maybe they could make a deal. That was as far as her grand plan had progressed. Well what could she expect, she mused, with everything else that was going on.

"Hello dear, you must be Katie," said an older woman as she opened the door wide.
"Yes Mrs Harper. Um, is Lauren home?" Please let her be here and please let me be on time.
"Yes dear, she's expecting you. She's upstairs in her room, second door on the left. You can't miss it, if you know what a vampire looks like," Mrs Harper said smiling.
"Thanks Mrs Harper," Katie replied, attempting a weak smile that she knew was less than convincing.

Katie stepped inside the Harper home, feeling something indefinable slip away from her as she crossed the threshold. Don't be so stupid she admonished herself, it's just a house. Just a normal house, actually a very ordinary house. It was nothing special, not stylish like her own, not filled with nice modern, modular furniture like her own, but it had a cosiness to it nonetheless. What am I, some judge on Pimp My Crib? Focus on getting this over and done with.

"Um, these stairs Mrs Harper," Katie said, indicating the large set of directly in front of her.
"They're the only ones we have dear," Mrs Harper chuckled.
"Yeah thanks," Katie murmmered. Oh Sherlock Fucking Holmes you are, Katie berated. These stairs! Fucking hell, get it together or everyone will think you're a retard.

Katie hurried up the stairs, clenching her jaw as her bare sex felt the full effect of the rough denim seam of her jeans. By the time she reached the top, Katie had to stop and catch her breath, though it was not from exertion. She refused to acknowledge the feelings that swelled within her but the slow stiffening of her nipples made any such denials moot.

She could see Lauren's door a little way down the landing, a huge twilight poster covering most of the white surface. Well they had one thing in common, maybe she could use that to her advantage. Anything she could get she would use. She needed, desperately needed, to take control of this situation. Her whole life depended on it, and she knew that was not just the usual 16 year old girl melodrama.

Katie stepped quietly down the hallway. She had to fight the tendency to tiptoe on the soft cream carpet. She felt like an intruder, that getting caught here was a terrible thing. It was not far however and she soon found herself outside Lauren's door. She could hear soft noises from inside and before she lost her nerve and ran down the stairs and out of the house, she opened the door and stepped inside.

Lauren was lying on her stomach on the bed, a schoolbook open in front of her. She wore a tight blue t-shirt, a pair of small black shorts that barely covered her buttocks and kneehigh white socks. Her legs were bent at the knee and kicking girlishly back and forth. The stick of a lollipop danced between her lips. She was the very picture of an innocent teenage girl.

"You are very rude Katie Thomas. Rude and crude. Get out and use your manners," snapped Lauren, popping the lollipop back in her mouth and turning back to her book when she had finished speaking.

Katie stood for a second in a complete daze. She stepped back onto the landing and closed the door behind her. She stood in shock for a few moments, the harsh chastisement had sent her spiralling back ten years, making her feel like a little girl learning her please and thank-you’s. When the full realisation of just how she had been treated finally sunk in, a small tear threatened to fall down her cheek.

Katie wiped the tear away, angry at herself for getting upset. Angry at allowing this little cow to get to her. Fuck this, the young girl thought almost ready to walk away, knowing deep down that she could not. The degradation flushed through her body like a physical force starting deep in her chest and radiating out into the rest of her body. She bit her plump bottom lip and knocked timidly on the door.

"Who is it?"
"Katie," she replied, trying to keep the frustration she felt from her voice.
"What do you want?"
"Can I come in?"
"Pardon?"
"Can I come in?" Katie said louder.
"Pardon?"
"Can I come in please," she said after a few seconds pause, finally realising the game that was being played.
"You may."

"Close the door," Lauren ordered absently, after Katie had stepped inside, noting that Lauren had not moved from the bed and continued to read her book. When Lauren didn't move or even look at her, she slid her bag off her shoulder and rested it against the wall.

"Pick it up," Lauren mumbled around her lollipop. Katie obeyed without even thinking, pausing only when the bag was back on her shoulder. She looked venomously at the supine girl, trying to sort out the confusion of emotions that were whirling inside her. After a minute of silence, Katie tried to get things moving.

"So what's it going to cost me?" she said as confidently as she could. She had decided it was best to be bold, even after her most recent humiliation and the demeaning way she had been treated.

"Hush," said Lauren, not lifting her eyes from the book.

Katie stood at the entrance to this strange girl's room, once again shocked into silence. Her mouth had opened to speak but for some reason she decided it was best not to. She had been told to hush as if she were a child, a child of no consequence too as Lauren would not even look at her.

Katie's cheeks burned with the shame of her treatment. She tried to take her mind of it by looking around the room. Almost every spare piece of space on the walls was filled with posters or pictures of some kind: movie posters, vampires and werewolves, bands she didn't know and strange pictures of people and weird shit she couldn't even begin to describe.

One wall was all bookshelves, filled to overflowing, the other had a large chest of drawers and a small study table on which was a computer, the computer that had been her downfall. The wall above the bed was dominated by a large window and the entire length of the final wall was taken up by the sliding doors of a built-in wardrobe.

Katie wasn't sure how long she was made to wait but she had taken to trying to read the titles of the books, sure that if she moved she would be admonished again. Why had she had to rush here if Lauren was going to ignore her? Had she been late? Is that what this was about? As the moments ticked by Katie's anxiety grew. Standing there silently while she watched a girl she knew nothing about, nonchalantly read a book as if she was alone was beginning to get to her. She was almost ready to snap and speak again when Lauren mercifully closed the book and slid around to sit crosslegged before her.

"You may put your bag down on the floor by the door. Stand up straight, shoulders back. You look like a slattern," Lauren barked.

What the fuck was a slattern, Katie thought as she did as she was told, straightening her back and shifting her shoulders back. Doing so pushed her breasts out, her still hard nipples instantly drawing the hungry gaze of the seated girl. Katie blushed anew. She was beginning to hate the burning feeling in her face that gave away so much of her inner turmoil.

"Now let's start out nice and clear, so we are all on the same page okay. Go to the comp and hit enter. I want you to trust me, to know that I am serious and that I mean what I say. I will always be truthful with you Katie."

She did not want to do this but she needed to. She had only seen one picture, no doubt this would show her a lot more. She didn't want to see, but she knew she had no choice. She sat down at the computer and hesitantly hit the enter button. The monitor came to life, centred in the middle of the wide screen was a small video window that began to play.

Katie's chest tightened as she saw herself kneeling on the floor of her bedroom. Thoughts of that day had never left her but almost every waking moment since she had received the first text that morning had been occupied by replaying that day over and over again. Seeing herself now, confronted with the reality that those few hours had not just been a brief, wicked interlude in her otherwise straightlaced life, but had been captured forever, made her stomach churn with overwhelming fear.

"I have the entire three hour stream but there are four smaller files that are the most interesting," Lauren said from behind her. "We don't really have time to watch the whole thing right now, but if you want you can go to the folder and open the file called 'Katie and Max', that's the one I think most people would find fascinating."

Katie shook her head as she watched herself laugh and type into the chat window. She could even remember some of the stuff she had typed. She didn't think she could look at the section that Lauren had mentioned. Even now she had no idea what had prompted her to do it. She knew it was wrong but up until this morning, the power it had to make her wet was so strong. The sheer wickedness of it had fuelled the fire of her desire ever since. It had been her secret, her naughty pleasure. That had all changed.

"No? Well it's all there if you ever want a walk down memory lane. Stand up and come here. Now, no doubt you are wondering just what is going on," Lauren said with a smile. "Stand up straight, I won't tell you again. I want you Katie Thomas. I want you to be my slave. I want to own you. That is what I want."

Katie looked at Lauren, incredulous. So it wasn't just money, this little bitch wanted to play some sick game with her. Carry her bag at school, do her assignments and crap like that. But for how long? That was the real question that Katie needed answering. If she did what Lauren wanted then how could she be sure that the files would be deleted and she would be safe.

"Gone all shy have we? You weren't shy the day you made that video," the young girl snickered. "I am going to ask you a question. All I want to hear is a yes or no. Do you consent to be my slave?"

"Yes."

It was all Katie could say. She didn't have to hear the threats again, she knew what would happen if she said no. This little bitch had sat on the evidence for three months, scheming her little schemes. She knew it wouldn't be as easy as just deleting the files she could see. No one would go to all this trouble just to have it ruined in one stroke. Even though it was a game, Katie felt like something big had just happened, something momentous.

"Great," Lauren said, bouncing up from the bed. "Wait here."

Katie stood bewildered as her captor bounded from the room, her pigtail bobbing jauntily behind her. Just what was going on now? Katie had been in a near constant state of confusion for most of the day. Now she was left alone in this strange girl's bedroom, the video of her still playing on the computer screen. She still had her singlet on but she was rubbing her breasts through the thin material. In a few minutes she knew she would be able to see herself remove the thin garment and her panties would follow soon after.

As she watched herself smile lasciviously into the camera, pinching a nipple as she typed with the other hand, she heard footsteps on the stairs. Not one pair, but two. She could hear voices as well, both Lauren and her mother. Katie was frozen in fear for precious seconds, it was not until the voices were right outside the door that she jumped forward and shut the video off.

"Yeah, you need to sign after us Mom, that's the way they would have done it in the old days."
"Okay honey, so who signs first?" Katie heard Mrs Harper say.
"I do, then Katie, then you. Okay?"

Katie watched as Lauren put a piece of paper down on the table in front of the monitor. The writing was small and spidery but across the top in larger letters she could read 'Contract of Indenture' in an old calligraphic script. For Katie, the game just became real. Even though she understood the gravity of her situation, and she knew her life was in the balance, she had been treating Lauren far too flippantly.

She watched as Lauren signed above the line marked 'Owner'. Katie numbly took the old fountain pen and leaned towards the paper to sign her name above the line marked 'Property'. Even though her hand shook, the hours she had spent practicing her signature served her well. Once her neat, flowery signature had joined that of her new owner's, she handed the pen to Mrs Harper who quickly signed as a witness.

"There you go dear, I hope the project goes well."
"Thanks Mom," said Lauren, looking at Katie expectantly.
"Thanks Mrs Harper," she said obediently, though feeling anything but thankful.

Once her mother had gone, Lauren closed the door and locked it. She turned back to Katie with an evil glint in her eye that made the young girl shiver.

"Time to lay down some ground rules, my little Kat. Whenever you speak to me you will address me as Miss. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, the trepidation clear in her squeaky voice.
"You are my property now. You belong to me. You will do what you are told, when you are told. I expect nothing less than complete and immediate obedience. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss."

"Very good little Kat. My little Kat. My little kitty Kat," smiled Lauren, enjoying the wordplay before the stunned teenager she now owned. "In fact, from now on your name is Kitty. To the world you can still be boring old Katie Thomas, but for me, your owner and the only person who counts, you will be my little Kitty. Isn't that just too cute?"

"Yes Miss," Katie replied. As Lauren spoke tears had been welling in her eyes, threatening with each passing moment to slip down her cheeks. She didn't want to cry in front of this girl, she wanted to be strong, it was just that she didn't know how. And now she was giving her a different name. This 'game' had turned out to be a very different proposition and one that Katie felt herself slipping deeper and deeper into with each passing moment.

"Okay Kitty let’s have a look at my new property. Take off your clothes. You may start with your shirt," Lauren ordered, as she made herself comfortable on the bed, leaning back against the wall, the wicked sparkle never leaving her eyes.

Katie looked at the eager girl, the salty tears cascading unbidden down her flushed cheeks. Everything had happened so fast, her mind was still reeling but this was something she knew was wrong. That piece of paper she had signed couldn't mean anything could it? It had been signed by a witness, and she had read a few rather disturbing sentences as she bent down to sign her own name. It wasnt really the 'contract' that worried her. It all came back to those few hours on a cold winter’s afternoon, a few hours where she was alone in the house, horny and feeling delightfully naughty. The video of those hours was what kept her here. That video was what made her grasp the bottom of her t-shirt and gingerly draw it over her head.

Lauren noted the momentary hesitation, but her interest was drawn to the tears that slid silently down the pretty teen's face. She was a pretty girl, her Kitty. Straight jet-black hair framed a sweet oval face, the most stunning feature of which were the high cheekbones that led into the cutest nose, straight but turning upwards ever so slightly at the tip. Full, delicate lips, currently pursed into a tight, grim line, that could so very easily be turned into the most devastating of smiles.

Lauren had been watching Katie for weeks, planning each move carefully and completely, then going over every step again and now she was finally here, in her room, obeying her commands. The pretty teen's tears were just the icing on the cake of her triumphant capture. The contract was signed and she knew that the frightened girl was hers - she could feel it.

"Remember to fold Kitty. Good girls have good manners and you are a good girl aren't you?"
"Yes Miss," Katie whimpered.
"You're going to be a good girl for me aren't you Kitty?"
"Yes Miss."
"Now the bra, Kitty. Of course I have seen all this before but that's hardly the same now is it?"
"No Miss," Katie replied, obediently reaching around and unclipping her bra.

Lauren smiled wide and hungry as Katie's breasts bounced free from their confinement. In truth, the small cam screen did not do the young girl's body justice. Katie was slim, though far from athletic, something that Lauren planned to change, but there was a softness to her body that was only hinted at via the webcam.

Katie's breasts were a nice size, B-cup if Lauren was any judge. They were pert and sat high on her chest, the taut skin glistening under the soft lighting in the room. She was still growing into her body and her breasts looked as if they were fit to burst. Lauren imagined pinching the tiny pink nipples and seeing the sweet mounds deflate like a balloon. The thought made her chuckle and she could not wait to get her hands on that delicate flesh. The fact that Katie's nipples had been hard when she came into the room had not been missed by Lauren. They were no longer hard but that was something she was going to have fun working on, of that she had no doubt.

Katie almost wrapped an arm around her chest to protect her bosom from the voracious gaze of the reclining girl. The instant the thought crept into her head she knew it would not play. The whole purpose of taking her clothes off was so she could be seen. She didn't want to make Lauren angry. She needed to get through this, get home and think. Think of some way out of this mess.

"Shoes and socks, then your jeans Kitty. In fact each time you come into my room, you will take off your shoes and place them neatly by the door."

Katie did as she was told, putting a sock inside each sneaker before slipping the thick denim jeans down her legs, folding them neatly and placing them over the back of the chair to join her shirt and bra. She was naked now, her young body on show to her new owner. It sounded weird to think of it that way as she didn't really know what that meant. Her hands fell to her side and fidgeted, not knowing what she should do but desperate to cover the small triangle of curls between her legs.

The stick of the lollipop that protruded from Lauren's mouth stopped dancing. Her gaze swept over Katie's body, hungrily drinking in each and every inch of young, innocent flesh. She was not a tall girl, standing barely five foot tall, almost 6 inches shorter than Lauren herself, but her petite frame suited her perfectly, keeping everything in proportion. The hips flared ever so slightly, giving Katie an attractive waistline that could only be enhanced by some toning up and some very minor weight loss. Her soft belly bulged a little but it was the soft triangle of black curls that drew Lauren's gaze.

She knew that Katie had not shaved her pussy, well she had not three months ago and it seemed she had kept true to her style. Well that would not do, thought Lauren, her plans already in place. Katie was not so slim that her thighs did not touch but there was a little space at the very entrance of her sex that showed only the midnight curls that hid the delicate pink folds of her pussy. The light was not the best but Lauren swore that she could see the faint shine of moisture clinging to the protective fringe.

Lauren sat for long moments doing nothing more than appraising her property. She could see the young girl's anxiety growing as the silence drew on. Her hands were clenching and relaxing at her side and the tears continued to trickle down the pretty girl's cheeks. She watched as a small drop of salty liquid dripped from her chin and fell onto the soft slope of Katie's left breast. Lauren's breath caught as she watched a trembling hand move to wipe away the fallen tear, only to be hastily retracted by the quivering teen.

The clear evidence of the control she had over this girl excited her more than she had ever imagined. She could feel the moisture in her own pussy and she longed to sate her desire. But first she had things to do. She had dreamed of this moment for weeks, be disciplined she told herself. She's yours now, no need to rush.

"Put your hands behind your back Kitty. That feels better now doesn't it?
"Yes Miss," Katie whispered dutifully.
"It is the natural position of a slave. Obedience is so important to you, I know. You can show your obedience with a word or a small gesture just as well as you can by doing what you are told. You are an obedient little slut aren't you Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied tearfully, though balking at the use of the word 'slut'. You couldn't be a slut if you were a virgin. Everyone probably thinks I'm not, and if Scott had his way I wouldn't be, but then she thought of the video that sat on Lauren's computer and she hung her head in shame.
"Good girl. Now let's see what I have to work with."

Katie cringed and almost stepped back as Lauren bounced up from the bed and approached her. She had been naked in front of other girls before, but only very briefly in the showers at school and then all the other girls had been nude too, and focused on their own bodies, not scrutinising hers.

"Stand still for your inspection Kitty. You already have a punishment coming, don't make it any worse. I own this body now," Lauren explained, running a hand gently across Katie's cheek, wiping away the trail of tears. "It's mine to do with as I please and right now it's time for your inspection. A good owner always inspects their property."

Katie froze at Lauren's gentle, casually intimate touch. All the talk of ownership and property only frightened Katie further. Lauren had been smart to make her watch the video first, without that fresh reminder of what was at stake Katie wasn't sure she would still be here. Running down the street screaming is where she would be. Huddled up in a ball, safe in her own bed is where she wanted to be. But for now she was stood, naked in the bedroom of a strange girl who claimed ownership of her and was about to inspect her as if she was a new car or a cow bought at market.

Katie bit her lip and whimpered quietly when Lauren cupped first one breast and then the other. The soft flesh yielded under the insistent hands as Lauren felt the firmness of each sensual globe. Each breast was almost perfectly round, tipped in the centre by a tiny pink nipple no bigger than a nickel. Katie felt her nipples stiffen as Lauren rolled each pink bud between her fingers. No Katie screamed, her despair at her body's betrayal coming out as a soft moan that made Lauren's smile wider and pussy wetter.

Responsive little slut, Lauren thought to herself as she continued to caress the tender flesh of Katie's nipples. She had much to do and little time in which to do it so as much as she wanted to savour the feeling, linger on Katie's breasts, take each nipple into her mouth to suckle the hard buds, she slid her hands down to the young girl's waist.

Katie gasped as gooseflesh pimpled her flanks as Lauren's gentle touch slid past her ribs. She was ticklish and she hoped Lauren did not discover that and use it against her. She hated to be tickled. The touch lasted but a second and she was able to resist the urge to squirm under Lauren's warm hands.

The naked teen tensed as Lauren rested her right hand on the soft curve of her belly, slowly sliding the hand lower, long fingers edging towards the tightly packed curls that grew between her legs. Lauren smiled as she felt the muscles of Katie's stomach, twitch and jump at her light touch. She was really standing there, letting her do this. Lauren marvelled at the pliability of her new toy. She had honestly expected more resistance, she had planned for Katie to put up a fight, but this submissiveness was even more attractive, exciting her more than she had imagined.

Lauren paused as the tips of her fingers made contact with the twisted black forest of hair that covered the trembling girl's mons. Katie had closed her eyes, and fresh tears ran down her cheeks. Lauren was captivated by the sight. Katie was a pretty girl, with a disarmingly cute smile, but right now, Lauren thought, she had never been prettier: the quivering lower lip, the cheeks mottled with the flush of humiliation, the delicate wet tracks of her tears. Focus, she told herself, there will be time, all the time in the world.

Lauren let her fingers play in the dense black growth, knowing that this would be the last time she ever would, maybe. She slipped her fingers through the short, dark hair, caressing the soft skin beneath before closing the gap between each finger, trapping the tiny hairs as she drew the hand away. Lauren had not guessed Katie's pubic hair was so smooth and thick. The cam did not show such detail.

Lauren's questing fingers slid lower, touching the top of Katie's intimate cleft. And there it was, the first sign of disobedience, a ripple of defiance. That first small contact with her sex had been too much for Katie. She stepped back and pushed Lauren's hand away, gently, hardly touching the other girl. It was a timid, defensive gesture, but one which Lauren could not permit.

"Please... don't," Katie whimpered, backing up with tiny hesitant steps until she bumped into the corner of the room.

Lauren's face hardened as she watched her girl cowering in the corner, her breasts and pussy now covered by the arms that were supposed to be behind her back. She couldn't be too hard on poor Kitty, to be honest she had expected the resistance much earlier. It was an excellent sign that it took contact with her sex for the bewildered teen to stand up to her. But disobedience must be punished, it was one of the founding principles of the budding relationship that she was building.

"Now Kitty, that is very naughty. Come over here," Lauren ordered as she sat down on the edge of her bed.

Katie took one tiny, hesitant step forward, not wanting to get closer to the source of her torment but knowing as she did so that she had no choice. She did not know what was going to happen but this girl really did have control over her. She didn't want it to happen but it was far too late for her to get what she wanted.

She knew she shouldn't have moved. She knew she should have stood still and let Lauren touch her, play with her. She knew that the sooner this degrading experience was over the sooner she could move on. It was just that when she touched her there, touched her where no one else had, something inside her had snapped. The fact that the brief contact had sent an intense, explosion of sensation running through her body, like fireworks going off under her skin, had nothing to do with it she told herself. It was just a reaction to being violated and humiliated.

"Move it Kitty," snapped Lauren, a hard, icy edge investing her voice with menace.

Katie scurried forward at the command as if compelled by an unseen force. She stopped short of the young girl seated on the bed and shuffled meekly on the spot, her charms still hidden by her disobedient arms.

"Over the knee little Kitty," Lauren ordered, her tone softer and reassuring.

Katie knew what was coming now. She had never been spanked in her life, but she could see where this was going. Sure she had been smacked on the bottom occasionally as a child but that had been so many years ago that she remembered it only as a fuzzy sidenote to her childhood.

The naked teen didn't know quite how to go about placing herself over Lauren's knee and she timidly fidgeted for a moment as she gazed at the soft flesh of the seated girl's legs. Pain stung her thigh and she danced back out of reach. She had not seen the hand coming but the sharp pain in her leg was all the evidence she needed. A bright red handprint was already visible on the white flesh of her thigh.

"Now Kitty or I will get the cane," snapped Lauren, the venom in each clipped word frightening Katie into obedience.

She almost threw herself over Lauren's bent legs, wiping away fresh tears as she felt her skin rest against the warm bare flesh of Lauren's legs. It was not cold in the room but the touch of skin on skin warmed Katie's trembling body.

"Hands behind your back Kitty."

Katie obeyed, slowly moving each hand into the small of her back, resting her bared breasts on the smooth bedcover. She laid her head to the side, facing away from her tormentor, not wanting Lauren to see the anguish on her face.

As soon as they were in place, Lauren grabbed each wrist, forced them together and pinned them to the small of Katie's back just above the cute twin dimples that dented the soft flesh above her buttocks. The naked, and now vulnerable, girl gasped quietly at the power Lauren possessed. She was only a girl, a small girl, barely taller than she was, slim and petite. Where did she get such strength? Katie wriggled in the powerful grip but her efforts had no result, other than to cause a wide smile to spread across her owner's face.

"Now Kitty, when a slave is being punished she submits to the punishment knowing that she does so because it is deserved. You know you deserve to be punished don't you Kitty?

"Yes Miss," Katie sobbed, wanting to bury her face into the soft surface of the bed.

"During your punishment you should reflect on your behaviour, preparing yourself for the apology you must make at its completion."

"Yes Miss," the whisper barely audible in the stillness of the room.

Katie jumped as Lauren's hand made contact with her upturned buttocks. Lauren giggled at the naked girl's response to the gentle caress with which she had begun. Katie's ass was a delicious sight to behold. Each soft mound was unblemished, the tender flesh covered in the smallest, palest of hairs, barely visible and unable to be felt as she gently slid her hand across each exposed buttock.

Time was ticking ever onwards and she had a lesson to impart. It was an essential part of the first session with her slave, something she knew was crucial to cementing her new status in the mind of the trapped teen. Without warning her hand whistled down to impact upon the tender flesh displayed so invitingly for her. She was pleased to hear the stifled yelp and feel the brief squirming as Katie reacted to the first smack of what was to be, in the general scheme of her new life, a mild spanking.

An ever too brief few minutes later, Lauren was breathing heavily from her efforts, but not as heavily as the object of her ferocious attention. Katie's bared bottom was glowing a bright red, exuding an intense heat that matched its colour. The naked girl was sobbing uncontrollably now, her eyes puffy and red, strings of mucus running from her nose and on to her upper lip.

Katie could not believe how much the spanking had hurt. The first few hits had been painful, a stinging pain that she felt she could deal with but as Lauren's hand continued to fall, with barely a break between each stinging slap the pain began to deepen and intensify. She could feel the agonising throb of each hit move from the tender flesh of her bottom and into her belly and up into her chest.

She had tried to stay as silent as she could, not wanting to draw the attention of Mrs Harper. It was bad enough being spanked by a girl her own age but to have an adult walk in would have been too much to bear. As the spanking kept going, each smack feeling harder than the last, she could hold back no longer. By the time Lauren had mercifully stopped beating the soft mounds of her behind Katie knew she had been moaning, once or twice even begging Lauren to stop, though her feeble pleading had fallen on deaf ears. She had even remembered to call her Miss, all to no avail.

"Up you get Kitty," Lauren said a little breathlessly. "I hope you used the time wisely and have an appropriate apology ready.”

Lauren groped slowly to her feet, only now aware that Lauren was no longer pinning her wrists into the small of her back. She stood before her owner, rubbing her sore wrists and trying to choke back her sobs. By instinct she wiped her nose with her hand, only afterwards realising that she was stood naked in a stranger's room. She hoped Lauren had not seen, though she could not be sure. She had kept her eyes on the floor at her feet, unable to look at the girl who had just spanked her like a child.

"Kitty don't be disgusting. There are tissues on the desk. Wipe your nose and put the tissues in the bin," Lauren ordered, not once taking an eye from the weeping girl, her distress only fueling the fires of her dominant desires.

"Kitty, you were not told to wipe your eyes. What were you told to do?"
"Um, wipe my nose Miss," squeaked Katie, afraid of further punishment.
"You are a naughty girl Kitty. You are to do as you are told are you not?"
"Yes Miss."
"Then why did you disobey an order directly after a punishment? Do you want to be punished?"
"No Miss, its just that... I didn't think, I'm sorry," Katie sobbed, her failure, Lauren's chastisement and the overwhelming confusion that threatened to engulf her sent the poor teenager into a fresh bout of body-wracking sobs.
"Well I think it is best that I impress upon you just how important obedience is for a slave. Go to the left hand door of the cupboard, open it. In the corner is the cane. Bring it to me."

Katie dropped the tissues into the bin, glad that at least she had removed the foul slime from her nose and mouth, and headed towards the cupboard. She had already taken two steps, following the command on instinct, before she realised what she was doing. A cane, she screamed in horror to herself. The thought to grab her clothes and run from the room burst into her bewildered brain, only to be shattered by the image of the whole school laughing at her, her parents looking on with disgust. Just get through this now and you can work out something else later, she told herself, without conviction.

She reached for the door, her shoulders still jerking with each sob, aware of how her breasts bounced gently each time. She slid back the cupboard door and immediately saw the instrument of her coming torture. It was a thin wooden rod, three feet in length, a black leather handle at one end, a small loop of leather flopping casually against the wall.

She looked at it for a moment, hardly believing what she was doing. She was actually going to fetch the very item that was going to be used to cause her pain. She was actually going to take it to the girl still seated nonchalantly on her bed, the girl who held her life in her hands. The girl who called herself her owner. Before she knew it Katie had picked up the cane, closed the cupboard and walked back to Lauren, each nervous step feeling as if she was moving one step closer to a gallows built especially for her.

"Kitty when a slave presents something to her owner she does so in a way that not only shows her respect for her superior but also demonstrates that she knows her place, that she understands that she is property. An owned thing."

Katie stared at the floor as Lauren lectured her. She could feel the heat burning in her face, the shame of being treated in such a demeaning way, as if she was a stupid animal, making her face match her flaming behind. As she stood before her owner she could feel the throbbing pain from her abused buttocks and was dying to see the damage that had been done, or at least touch the tenderised flesh just to allay the fears that plagued her.

"That means that you should be on your knees Kitty," said Lauren, her tone clear that she thought Katie should already be in position.

The young girl sank to her knees, squeezing her legs together and sitting on her heels as demurely as she could, her nakedness making any show of modesty an exercise in futility. Katie kept her head bowed and her eyes lowered, unable to look at Lauren, fearful of what she would see if she looked into the captivating, pale blue eyes.

"No Kitty. A slave’s knees are to be wide, she must always be aware that her body is on display for her owner. Allowing her owner to see what she possesses."

Katie clenched her teeth and shuffled her knees apart a couple of inches. "Oh Kitty you are such a tease. I hope you are teasing me. You're not being naughty again are you Kitty?"

"No Miss," Katie replied hoping her frustration was not apparent in her voice. She spread her legs wider, stopped for a second but continued when she heard a soft tsk from the bed above her.

By the time Katie had stopped moving her knees were parted well past her shoulders. She could see a brief glimpse of pink of her nether lips amidst the dark bush that covered her sex. What caused her to bite her lip and squeeze her eyes tightly shut, however, was the glistening droplet of moisture that had matted the dark curls together around the entrance to her sex.

"Kitty a slave offers the object she has brought her owner in a respectful and obedient manner. Place the cane across your palms and present it to me like a good girl," Lauren ordered, enjoying each moment, revelling in the exercise of her control over the naked teen. The wetness of Katie's sex did not go unnoticed by her Mistress, it was yet another item she could use to train her. It would be extremely useful in convincing the clearly submissive girl of the rightness of her new status.

Katie did as she was told, following the instructions to the letter. She could imagine the picture that she presented and the thought made fresh tears of shame spill down her reddened cheeks. With an almost tender care, Lauren removed the cane from Katie's upturned palms and stood up from the bed. She swished the vicious wooden rod through the air, testing the spring.

Katie jumped as the cane whistled behind her. Lauren giggled girlishly, having imagined just such a reaction when she had played out this scene in her head. The little slut was everything she had dreamed of, and more.

"Stand up Kitty. Now bend forward, hands on the bed. If your hands move from the bed, the stroke will be repeated. Count each stroke aloud."

Each stroke thought Katie, her eyes widening as she bent forward exposing her still painful behind. Katie heard the first stroke coming but the sound did not properly register in her brain. Pain lanced through the flesh of each tender mound and the young girl squealed as her body jolted forward, the agony of the stroke searing up into her chest. She scrunched the bed cover as she tried to find some outlet for the pain. How she managed to keep her hands in position she would never know.

"One Miss," Katie gasped, still trying to deal with the pain that coursed through her. It felt as if she had been sliced by a knife. How many of these would she have to endure?

A few seconds later, the cane struck again, momentarily flattening the soft flesh of Katie's taut buttocks. A second red stripe instantly joined the first, quickly darkening, providing an attractive counterpoint to the soft scarlet patterning of the earlier spanking.

'Two Miss," Katie cried, through clenched teeth.

Lauren smiled, happy that Katie had remembered her training. The girl's docile nature and clear submissiveness had surprised and gratified her. She felt the training could progress at a much faster rate now that she knew Katie's true worth.

"Stand up Kitty. Now do you have something to say?"
"Y...yes Miss," Katie stammered. Um I am very sorry for... for being disobedient?"
"Was that an apology or a question? A good slave knows why she is being punished, apologises for her behaviour and expresses gratitude for the correction she has received so that she can become a better slave."
"Yes Miss."
"Well then Kitty, don't disappoint me. I had thought you were smarter than this but if you are truly just a pretty face then I may have to make sure your lessons are a little stronger to compensate."
"S...sorry Miss. I am very sorry for my disobedience. For moving when I was told not to and for wiping my eyes when I was not allowed. Thank you so much for punishing me so that I can learn to be better."
"Passable for a first try I guess," mused Lauren. "Now come give me a kiss."

Katie raised her head for the first time since her punishment began, what felt like hours ago. Lauren was standing in front of her, the cane hanging loosely in her right hand. She was a pretty girl, thought Katie, as her gaze studiously avoided those hypnotic blue eyes and fell instead on the glistening pink lips that were slightly parted in anticipation.

Katie moved forward, her feet moving almost without thought. Each timid step bringing her closer to her owner. She mustn't think of her like that she chided. She was just a girl, a girl with the ability to ruin her life for sure, but no one owned Katie Thomas. Her protestations didn't quite ring true, and as she leaned towards Lauren parting her own plump lips, preparing for the first kiss she had ever shared with a girl, she realised she had never felt so helpless and vulnerable, so less in control than she did right now.

The moment their lips touched, Lauren reached around and placed a very gentle pressure on the back of Katie's neck. It was a lover's gesture, demonstrating a tenderness that Katie found confusing. The naked teenager felt her nipples harden. Her heart pounded in her chest as her belly tightened and an intense sensation pulsed in her sex, like thousands of tiny static shocks bursting along the entire length of her moist silken cleft.

The kiss lasted only seconds but it left Katie breathless and bewildered. It had been Lauren who had broken the brief, yet passionate, embrace. A fact that made Katie lower her eyes in shame. She was being made to do these things. She hated this little bitch. Despised her for the things she had made her do and that had been done to her. She had to keep telling herself that. She had to forget these other things, these... feelings.

"I forgive you Kitty," Lauren said, the emotion in her voice causing a strange sensation deep in Katie's chest. A soft warmth spread through her body. It was something she could not explain and dared not dwell upon now.

"Now kiss the cane. It is always good for a slave to show that she respects everything that helps to improve her behaviour. A slave always seeks to improve herself, Kitty. It is a constant need that she has. She yearns to be better at everything she does so she can better please her owner."

Katie obediently kissed the cane that was offered to her. Lauren had kept it low, making Katie bend almost to the waist to purse her still tingling lips against the hard surface of the object that had so recently caused her such distress.

"Now Kitty, put the cane away and get back in position. We still have to finish your inspection," Lauren ordered.

Katie obeyed without hesitation. All thoughts of disobeying had been banished, not only by the punishment that had caused so much pain but by the words Lauren had spoken, words that seemed to come from someone who spoke with wisdom. The words Lauren spoke were at odds with her girlish innocence and the cute giggles that burst from her when she was excited. Katie did not understand, it seemed as if Lauren was two different people.

Katie was soon back in position, ready for Lauren to complete the inspection of her body. She stood up straight in the middle of the room, her arms behind her back, naked but for small diamond earrings that sparkled in each ear.

"Your legs should be a little wider Kitty. That's better. This position is called attention. A slave will adopt this pose if she is told to wait or if she is awaiting instruction. It's a comfortable position isn't it Kitty?"

"Yes Miss."
"Your arms feel good behind your back don't they?"
"Yes Miss," Katie answered quickly, eager for Lauren to finish her ordeal.
"That is because a slave always makes sure her body is on display for her owner. A slave hides nothing. She is owned, her body is no longer hers and she must make sure that the person who does own it has access to it at all times.
"Now where were we before you so rudely interrupted? Ah yes," said Lauren, a wicked glint appearing in her eyes.

Katie tensed as Lauren's hand rested on her mons, her petite fingers sliding through the silky black curls that covered the intimate area between Katie's legs. As Lauren's hand slid down, brushing the tiny bud, hidden beneath its protective hood, Katie clenched her hands but stood her ground.

The naked teen’s face and chest mottled with the telltale pink colouring of her humiliation as Lauren's fingers quested lower, a finger slipping past her moist lips and entering the warmth within. Katie gasped, her knees trembling with a sudden weakness as Lauren languidly withdrew her finger.

"Such a little slut," Lauren teased, showing the finger that had been inside her. White smears covered the delicate digit along its entire length. Katie didn't think she could feel any worse, she was sure that her humiliation had reached critical levels but the betrayal of her own body plunged her into untapped depths.

"Kitty, when your owner offers you something your mouth opens eagerly and instinctively. A slave accepts any gifts her owner deems appropriate. A slave is also thankful for anything she receives, knowing that as she herself is property, she deserves nothing."

Katie opened her mouth to allow Lauren to slide her finger inside. Katie tasted the musky cream from her pussy as Lauren twisted her finger inside the warm hole. Katie's lips closed around the intruder and her tongue swirled around it, cleaning the juice of her own sex from her owner's finger. She had tasted herself before, there was even a scene on the... No she mustn't think of that.

She had tasted herself before, but this was different. Her taste was stronger, more intense and she felt dirty and content at the same time. Katie had long ago stopped attempting to understand the conflicting feelings that warred inside her. She did her best not to dwell on any single sensation as the effort to do so simply made her head hurt.

"Such a little slut, creaming without being touched and lapping up that cream like a good Kitty. Okay, hands out in front, palms down. Spread your fingers Kitty. Good, nice and clean. Now open your mouth, wider. Good."

Lauren proceeded to pull at Katie's lips, pushing them back or down and inspecting her teeth. She stuck her fingers inside the trembling teen’s mouth and ran them along the surface of her teeth. Katie submitted to the humiliating inspection, not willing to move a muscle, knowing the repercussions for disobedient behaviour.

“Maybe I should call you little Miss Moist,” laughed Lauren. Katie swallowed back a retort, mortified that her body was responding against her wishes. How was she expected to break free from this cruel girl while her very body was playing into her captor’s hands. She could not control her arousal, she had never been able to, but it was never like this. It was almost as if her body was conspiring against her. She was ever conscious of the small pink buds that tipped each breast, stiffened to an almost painful degree. Each hard nipple tingled with sensation each time Lauren touched her. It was all she could do to keep her hands behind her back, the temptation to gently pinch the hardened points was almost overwhelming. If she could touch them just once, just the briefest of strokes, just enough to banish the niggling, frustrating need. But she knew she could not, should not.

“Little Miss Moist sat on a joist, playing with her creamy pussy. What about that? Now that’s a nursery rhyme I want to hear more about,” chuckled Lauren, revelling in the discomfort evident on Katie’s face. “Would you like to hear a story about Little Miss Moist before you went to sleep Kitty?”

“Yes Miss,” Katie responded meekly, knowing by now the role she had to play in Lauren’s cruel game. Knowing did not make participating any easier. Each time she was forced to degrade herself, she felt a little piece of her self-respect fade away.

“Well that’s something we can work on together. Such a wet pussy, such a lovely little slut, but let’s clean that up a little so we can focus on what we need to,” said Lauren, suddenly all business.

Katie watched, horrified, as Lauren snatched the tiny pink panties she had been forced to remove at lunch. Had they always been sitting in plain view on the table? She had not seen them when she had been ordered to watch the video on the computer. She had not seen them when she signed her life away. Had she been that distracted as to not notice the panties? Had Mrs Harper seen them? Had she known they were not her daughters? The thought caused a fresh flush of embarrassment to mottle her cheeks a pretty pink.

Pink turned to red as Lauren reached between the naked girl’s legs and wiped her sopping pussy. Lauren made sure to press the panties up inside the trembling teen, the fabric scraping the delicate folds of her vagina, soaking up the precious cream of her arousal. Once she had absorbed most of the moisture, the matted curls springing free, she folded the panties and replaced them on the desk.

Katie had squirmed deliciously as her sex was penetrated for the second time. Lauren almost lost control, the thought of pumping her fingers in and out of Katie, making her wriggle and pant with desire was so strong she almost succumbed. She had planned this moment for too long, too much was at stake for her to just give in to each little fantasy. She set her jaw and continued forward.

“Kitty you are a very pretty girl, you know that don’t you?”
“Yes Miss,” said Katie hesitantly, not sure where this was leading.
“What is Scott Preston to you?”
“Scott? He…he’s a. I like him I guess,” Katie stammered, confused by the apparently random question.

Katie squealed in pain as her left nipple was pinched and cruelly twisted. Her shoulders began to hunch forward as she tried escape the agonising grip. Her hands had parted and she was seconds away moving, seemingly unable to stop herself breaking position and disobeying her owner again. “Stand up straight,” snapped Lauren. Katie instantly returned to attention, the pain that lanced through her left breast screwing up her face into a grotesque mask.

“Kitty? Did you forget something? Are you being naughty or are you just a dumb cunt? Hmmm?”
“M...M…Miss I…”
“Well which one is it Kitty?” Lauren snapped.
“Dumb cunt,” Katie hissed, “I’m a dumb cunt Miss.”
“Well I hope not Kitty. A cunt maybe, but I don’t think you are dumb. A little lazy, definitely a little stupid at times, but not dumb. You don’t really know what you are do you?”
“No Miss,” Katie whimpered, the pain in her squashed nipple seemed to double every second.
“And that is why you are here Kitty. I do know what you are. You are mine, my very own. Ha ha, my precious,” Lauren giggled as she released Katie’s nipple to the accompanying gasp of the naked girl.

Katie watched Lauren, giggling uncontrollably at her own joke. Katie did not understand what was so funny, but then again she was still fighting to control the agony that pulsed through her abused breast, her small nipple throbbing as the blood rushed back into the stiff flesh. What had she done to deserve such treatment? Lauren’s anger was frightening to behold. It exploded with such speed and ferocity that Katie feared what would happen if she ever made her truly angry and yet, it seemed to melt away as quickly, leaving her wondering if it had ever really happened at all. The pain that pulsed in her abused nipple was, however, all the evidence she needed.

“Kitty how are you to address me at all times?”
“Miss, uh Miss.”
“Do not forget again. Now where were we? Ah yes Scott. So you like him you guess. He’s not your boyfriend?”
“No, Miss” Katie rushed to say. Scott was alright she guessed, but definitely not a boyfriend.
“You have kissed him, I know that much. You will never do that again. Has he touched your breasts?” Lauren asked, gently cupping each pert mound.
“Um, yes Miss, but only through my clothes,” Katie stammered, unsure why the qualification was important. Why had she said that?
“You can be friendly to Scott, a slave is always courteous and polite, but you are mine now. Understand?”
“Yes Miss.”

“Now as I was saying, you are a pretty girl Kitty, but you are lazy and undisciplined. That is all going to change now. You are my property and as such your life is to be devoted to pleasing me. The easiest way for a slave to make her owner happy is to be pleasing to the eye. Your body is very yummy,” chuckled Lauren as she walked around the naked teen, trailing a finger across her flesh as she circled, “but you have some work to do.”

“Here and here,” Lauren indicated, drawing on Katie’s body with a marker pen, “and here. All this area. This and here as well. These are the areas that you will work on first Kitty.”

Katie was left bewildered. She had remained still while Lauren drew all over her body, marking her body with thick black lines. There were circles at each hip, a large oval encompassing her entire belly, the inside of each thigh had been marked with lines and even the backs of her arms had been marked with rough elliptical shapes. The pen had tickled as it ran smoothly across her bare skin but the horror of what was being done overshadowed any other feelings she had. She had been marked like some factory reject. She was no exercise nut but she watched what she ate and she was sexy, she knew. It was not only Scott that had asked her out. She knew the boys watched her as she walked down the halls at school. All that confidence had been shattered by a few dirty lines drawn by a girl her own age.

“This filth will also have to go,” Lauren said tugging viciously on Katie’s thick pubic hair. “Squeal all you like Kitty, I don’t want to own a piglet. We’ll deal with that later, right now we can start with some basic exercises. You are to do these every morning before school and each afternoon, when you come home. Lie down on the floor, belly down. Forearms along the floor, tight in to your body Kitty. First the plank, 30 seconds. Raise your body off the floor, keeping your forearms on the ground.”

Katie followed the directions dutifully, wanting nothing more than to be out of this room. It felt as if she had been here for hours and hours and now she was doing exercises. Piglet! How dare the little shit. Just because she was Miss Lacrosse. Despite her bravado, she could not deny that Lauren’s evaluation had made her feel tiny and insignificant. She had never felt lower, never disliked herself more, than when Lauren had called her a piglet. The word had stung, causing her a pain that cut deeper than any slap on her ass or pinch of her nipple.

“Up Kitty. Ass up, your body has to be straight, it’s not called the plank for nothing. Right now, hold that for 30 seconds,” Lauren ordered. She walked around the straining girl, noticing the trembling of her body begin almost immediately. Lauren shook her head and tutted silently to herself, such a soft little slut. How could anyone let themselves be so out of shape? She walked down the quivering body but stopped when she reached Katie’s upturned ass. Each tight mound was a bright red in the middle, the colouring fading and becoming inconsistent as it radiated outwards. Across each red globe were two straight lines, raised welts that had already turned an ugly purplish red.

Lauren reached down absently and drew a finger along one of the raised markings, shivering with delight at the feel of the tender flesh. Katie dropped to the ground panting, more surprised at the touch that anything else. It had broken her concentration and she had been flagging anyway. Surely that had been 30 seconds. Small stabbing throbs of pain pulsed through her abused behind, what was it going to be like when she had to put her jeans on? Katie cringed at the very idea.

“Kitty, that was never 30 seconds. Again. You have one task to perform Kitty. Focus is crucial to a slave. Keep your mind on pleasing your owner through obedience. Anything else is not your business. If I wish to inspect or caress my property then it is no concern of yours.”

Katie breathed deeply and raised her body off the soft carpet once more. She hated when Lauren talked that way about her. She hated all this ‘slave’ talk. Where the fuck was she getting it all from anyway? Yes it all had an inner logic, no doubt it was all coming from the same source, but that didn’t make it any less like bullshit. She wasn’t a slave. She was caught in a trap and she might not know how to get out of it right now, but she would. She would. She had to keep telling herself that. She had to believe.

“Good Kitty,” said Lauren, gently patting the panting girl on the back of the head.

Katie flushed with the praise as she collapsed onto the floor with a grunt. Flushed with effort she told herself. She was exhausted. How much longer could she go on? She felt physically and emotionally drained. She needed to get home. She needed some peace and quiet. Most of all she needed to be away from Lauren. She couldn’t think with her hovering over her, ordering her to do this, judging her, lecturing her, calling her Kitty and slave. It was all becoming too much for the teenager.

Katie could no longer hold back her pent-up emotions. She started sobbing, fresh tears dripping onto the carpet, her breasts being mashed into the floor with each shudder of her petite shoulders.

"Oh Kitty, don't be a lazy little slut. Turn over, lie flat. Arms by your side, palms flat on the floor, good girl. Open your legs Kitty, a little more, lean your toes in towards each other. That's right, when they can barely touch you are good."

Katie followed the orders obediently, feeling like a little child being told how to walk. Lauren was encouraging but the very help she was giving only demeaned Katie further. Her stomach tightened as she waited for further instruction. Her breasts sat high on her chest, her tight young skin allowing the white mounds only the barest of sideways movement.

"Legs up Kitty. Keep them straight," Lauren admonished when Katie’s legs began to bend at the knee. "A little higher. Now hold there for a count of six. Aloud Kitty and count out the seconds and I think instead of Mississippi’s you can do something a little more appropriate. Hold those legs up there for six 'creamy pussies'."

Six? Katie had already kept her legs off the floor the entire time Lauren was talking and her legs were already trembling. Being forced to perform like a trained seal was degrading enough, but having to debase herself by counting time ensured the naked teen's tears would flow.

"One creamy pussy. Two creamy pussy."

Katie could hear Lauren giggling at her. She was only doing what she was told, only doing what she had to do. Why couldn't she just do the exercises in silence? Why did she have to do them at all? But that line of thought took her to a dark place and she did not want to be reminded yet again of her own stupidity.

"Six creamy pussy," Katie gasped, letting her legs crash to the floor.

"Kitty, you are a little too eager. It's never a good idea to rush. Well not unless you are told to. Now for this set I want those pussy's to be really creamy okay? Just think of your own. Up."

Katie raised her legs once more into the air. Her feet were only about a foot off the ground but they felt as if lead weughts were attached to each ankle. She could feel the muscle strain, right up through her belly and into her aching buttocks.

"One creeeamy pussy," she said, drawing out the first word as she had been told. Lauren could hear the strain in the young girl's voice, or was that the sweet sound of humiliaton. If it had a sound Lauren thought there could be nothing more apt.

"Two creeeamy pussy," Katie sobbed. Her legs began shuddering, which caused her breasts to jiggle enticingly. The despondent teen closed her eyes, unable to watch, and felt two warm tears squeeze out the side of each puffy eye.

"Kitty don't talk like that. It makes me think you don't want to be doing your excercises. That would disappoint me Kitty. These are for your own good. A slave lives to please her owner. A slave always strives to be better. So for the next set I want to hear some emotion. Let me hear some of that little sex kitten that we knoiw is trapped inside that little piglet's body."

"Six creeeamy pussy," Katie gasped as her legs banged into the floor. How the hell was she supposed to do that a third time. A thin sheen of sweat covered her young body and she was breathing hard.

"Kitty a slave that fails a task must be punished. You know that's right don't you?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied breathlessly.
"It's only fair. Be a good girl for me on this last set and you can have a little rest before the next exercise. Okay?"
"Yes Miss," said Katie, no hint of the panic she felt had seeped into her whispered reply. She was spent, and now she was being told that after this time she had more exercises! But if she was a good girl she could have a rest. She needed a rest and what she didn’t need was more punishment.
"Up."

Katie eased her legs off the ground for the third time. She did not know if she could do this. Her feet had barely left the carpeted floor and already she was quivering.

"One creeamy pussy."

Lauren smiled, her entire face lighting up as she heard her girl count. She had done as she was told, investing each word with a smokey sensuality that made Lauren's mouth water. Sex kitten indeed. Was that sultry voice something she had been practicing? It made no difference, it belonged to her now.

Lauren glanced between Katie's legs as she continued to tremble and count each struggle filled second. No truer words were ever spoken, Lauren chuckled as she saw the white cream that matted the black curls at the entrance to the young girl's intimate passage. She had a regular little dairy down there. It would be much better when all that hair was cleaned away she mused.

"Six creamy pussy."

Katie lay panting on the floor, all energy gone. Had she been good? Would she get her rest now? She cringed waiting for the judgement of her tormentor. She had tried to keep her legs straight. She had tried to count nicely but she wasn't sure if she had done either properly, it took all her energy and focus just to keep her legs off the floor.

"See Kitty, it's not so hard to be a good girl is it? Lauren said, tenderly pushing strands of her sweat-soaked hair from her smooth forehead.

Katie opened her eyes when she felt the gentle touch, the briefest of smiles flickering across her lips before she remembered where she was and who was crouching over her.

"I think all that talk of creamy pussies got to you Kitty," Lauren giggled. "No point in wiping it now though. I'll just have to do it again in a few minutes."

Katie sobbed silently, knowing what Lauren said was true. She could feel the moisture between her legs. She had given up trying to fight it or reason it through, she had simply resigned herself to the fact that her body was doing things, feeling things, which she could not explain. Things she did not want explained.

"Ok Kitty, the final starter exercise is an easy one. Stand up. Straight Kitty, that is the last time you will be told. I won't have you being lazy and slouching like some common cunt."

Katie flinched as Lauren berated her, the hard iciness in her voice appeared so suddenly and with such coldness that it frightened the young girl. Even though, when Katie thought about it, she had not only been harmed when she did something wrong, at least under the perverted rules she had, she didn't know anything about Lauren. She was smart, she knew that but that was about the extent of her knowledge.

"This exercise has six steps. Now that might sound hard Kitty but trust me, it's all just one movement really. One, squat down, placing your hands flat on the floor. Two, jump your legs out behind you, full stretch. Three, do a pushup. Four, jump your legs back to the squatting position, five stand up. And six, you finish off the rep by saying 'Kitty wants to please.' Let's try one nice and slow."

"One." Katie lowered her body slowly to the floor, until she was squatting with her legs bent under her.

"Two." The naked teen jumped her legs out behind her, her breasts hanging pendant beneath her arched body.

"Three." Katie knew she would struggle with this part. She lowered herself as quickly as she could, bending her arms as little as she could, lowering her shoulders, but keeping her ass high. Lauren questioned whether she should correct her, but she let the tired teen get away with a less than perfect motion. Such a softy, she chuckled to herself.

"Four." Legs retracted.

"Five." Katie stood up straight.

"And six."

"Kitty wants to please," Katie sobbed, her hands clenched tightly at her side as the humiliation of having commands barked at her as if she was a dog assaulted her fragile psyche.

"Good Kitty, now once more a little faster. One, two, three, four, five, six."

"Kitty wants to please."

"Six as fast as you can now."

Katie looked at Lauren in despair, but all she saw in those pale blue eyes was a sadistic pleasure. The little bitch was enjoying this so much. Enjoy it while you can, fucking bitch. Anger flared within her for just a moment, the tiniest of flames quickly extinguished by the cold depths she found in her owner's eyes. She instantly regretted her silent outburst. False bravado would get her nowhere, except for punished if she wasn't careful.

She grit her teeth and started the last round of the degrading performance she was being forced to give. Yes, she was exercising, no doubt of that, the long unused muscles of her body screamed the evidence to her tired brain. But what she was really doing was performing like a trained animal on one of those inane talent shows. She only had an audience of one, but that was one too many.

"Kitty wants to please," Katie gasped as she finished her first repetition. She was already breathless and she had five more to go.

Lauren jumped on to her bed and bounced exuberantly in time to Katie's efforts. A small tingle shot through her belly each time Katie spoke. Kitty wants to please, and she is. Just how much Lauren was sure Katie would have no idea. She couldn't know how long she had dreamed of this or how intense the pleasure of domination truly was. In time she would. Today's trial had taught her that Katie was far more submissive than she had ever dared hope.

"Kitty wants to please."

Katie collapsed on the floor as she finished her final rep. Her mouth was dry and her arms and legs burned. Her chest heaved as she struggled for breath, her heart pounding inside her like a machine-gun.

"Kitty you ruined it. All that good work. Bring me the cane."

Katie looked at Lauren, eyes panic-wide. No, please, I was good. I was trying to be good. But the naked girl said not a word, lowering her head in defeat and retrieving the cane from the cupboard. She kneeled obediently before the bed, the cane offered as she had been taught.

And there it is, thought Lauren. Punishment was an integral part of a slave's training. You had to use the carrot and the stick, otherwise the little sluts would just shove the carrot up their cunts and discipline be damned.

Lauren smiled in spite of the seriousness she wished to show. This little slut was going to be so much fun. Lauren took the cane and ordered Katie into position. The moment her hands rested on the bed, the cane fell, the loud crack as it impacted the tender flesh of her buttocks echoed around the room. Katie grunted in pain, her knees buckling briefly as the pain flashed through her body, but she kept her hands on the bed.

“One M…Miss,” Katie stammered.

"For each repeated infraction your punishment will double. Stand up."

"Thank you Miss. I am very sorry for being disobedient and not standing straight like I am supposed to."

Lauren's eyes glistened as Katie made her unprompted apology. It was a little weak, but the fact she had done so of her own volition was more important. A slight nod of her head brought the panting girl in close for her kiss. The taste of her mouth as it opened under hers, sent Lauren into shivers of delight.

Lauren surrendered the cane to Katie's waiting palms. She watched as the pretty girl, her girl, raised the cane to her lips and kissed it tenderly. She returned the cane and moved back into the centre of the room without being told, her eagerness to please borne more from fear of punishment than from any great submissive desire. Lauren understood, but that desire was there, she knew it. She just had to coax it out, and she had all the time in the world.

"Kitty what do you do when you are told to wait?"
"I stand at attention Miss, until..." Katie hesitated unclear how to finish the sentence.
"Until you are released Kitty."
"Yes Miss, sorry Miss."
"That's ok, you are learning. You are not a bad little slut Kitty. A little rough around the edges and a bit lazy but we'll get there. Now you wait here."

Lauren turned to the door, watched every step of the way by Katie's roving eyes. "To the front Kitty, when you are waiting at attention you stay exactly as you are."

Katie turned away from the door, gazing straight ahead at the curtains drawn across the window above the bed. Her shoulders tensed as she heard the click of the lock and the door opening behind her. If someone came past now they would see her there, naked, ass red and striped from the punishment she had incurred.

Was anyone else home? Was Mrs Harper right outside that door? Was Mr Harper? Were they staring at her, laughing at her? Was the entire family in on this together? The hair on her neck rose. She was sure someone was there. Lauren had a brother didn't she? Had he come home? Was he going to rush in the room and rape her? Had Lauren had that in mind all along?

She should turn and see. She had to. But she couldn't. What if there was someone standing at the door watching her? What if that was Lauren, testing her to see if she broke position. She couldn't take any more of the cane. Her ass burned from the strokes she had received, each welt a separate hurt that still stung.

How long had the door been open. It had to be a good five minutes. She should have been counting. How long could it take to do whatever Lauren had to do? Should she start counting now. It couldn't hurt. One cre...One Mississippi. There went that idea. She couldn't keep counting after that. What the fuck was wrong with her.

"Ok Kitty."

Katie almost jumped out of her skin, squealing at the sudden voice at her ear. How the hell had she moved so quietly. It must be this thick carpet, Katie mused as her heart rate slowly lowered to normal.

"Ha ha, Kitty, you're so hilarious. Stand still while I wipe you down. You got all moist from those exercises. And I don't mean that sweet pussy either, though there isn't any doubt of that. I could smell it from the landing."

Katie flushed a deep crimson. She had been able to smell her arousal for some time, but she had hoped it was just her - she knew what she smelt like and noticed it more easily. She didn't know why she felt so terrible, knowing this other girl could smell her sex, she only wanted it to stop.

A warm wet cloth was pressed to her back. Katie tensed at the first touch but the slow caressing movement of the washcloth on her sweaty body felt so good she soon relaxed, sighing as the glistening sheen of salty moisture was removed with such tenderness. She tensed again as the rough cloth was drawn across the abused flesh of her buttocks, but the pain was brief and but a shadow of what she had felt as the marks had been applied.

Katie surrendered herself to the intimate cleansing, imagining herself at a trendy day-spa. The illusion was shattered as Lauren moved in front of her and began gently washing her breasts. As much as she wanted to she could not take her eyes off the other girl. She was not looking at Katie, instead focusing on the task at hand, so she timid teen did not have to contend with those hypnotic blue eyes.

Instead she looked at the shiny brown hair, collected in a neat ponytail, the small stud earrings that looked like tiny black pearls, the tight t-shirt that she wore, the way it stretched across her small breasts, a visible tenting of material between the rock hard nipples, the taut, flat belly, the tiny shorts that started only inches above her pubis and ended just below her buttocks, showing a vast expanse of toned thigh.

As Lauren crouched to better wash her legs, Katie realised what she was doing. She was being washed by another girl, made to stand still as she was subjected to having her body cleaned as if she was a mere object, a car or even a family pet. Her mind flew back to the everpresent reason for being in this predicament and she bit her lips in despair. She really was being treated like property and what was her response? To check out her tormentor.

It was then she realised that Lauren had not closed the door. She had been exposed this entire time. She was desperate to turn around and face the door, just to catch a glimpse, to see if anyone was watching this intimate and degrading scene. But she could not move. She couldn't even turn her head, Lauren was sure to see and she would be punished. She had to blink away fresh tears, telling herself there was no one there. The need to see had grown into a compulsion as she mulled over the consequences of just one little peek. But she simply could not do it.

"Last but not least," said Lauren, resting the washcloth across Katie's left shoulder and retrieving her panties from the desk.

The tears that had been threatening rolled down her cheeks as Lauren turned the panties inside out and wiped the rough material of the crotch against the sopping wet entrance to her vagina.

"Now Kitty, as lovely as your tears are I think you are just being silly now. Don't be such a poopy-pants."

Katie bit her lip at the chastisement. Her panties were folded neatly and replaced on the desk. Where did Lauren get the power to make her feel so small and helpless. She felt as if she was a little girl being told off for making a mess.

"Pop that back in the bathroom, to the left Kitty," Lauren ordered as she began pottering about at the desk.

Katie looked wide-eyed at Lauren's back. She couldn't go outside. What if someone saw her? What if she was trapped between the bathroom and the flimsy security of Lauren's room. She couldn't go out there naked as the day she was born, she couldn't but she knew she would. The sooner she obeyed the sooner she would be back, and safe. With each passing moment Mrs Harper could be coming up those stairs.

Her decision made, Katie rushed out of the room, her pert breasts bouncing as she ran. An open door a few feet down the hall beckoned to her. She breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the tiled bathroom, she didn't know what she would have done if it had been the wrong room. Her heart pounded with the fear of being court, each quick pulse of blood through her veins made her feel as if she was on fire.

Katie was tempted to throw the washcloth in the sink and dash back to Lauren's room but the lesson of folding her panties had stayed with her. She flicked the small square of cloth and draped it carefully over a steel rung from which hung the Harper family's towels. Her task completed she scurried back to the bedroom, bouncing along on her tip toes like a thief in the night.

"Close the door, Kitty. Lock it as well."

At last, Katie thought, the tension that had kept her stomach in knots easing a little now that she knew her nudity would not be observed. Apart from Lauren of course, the 16 year old girl who styled herself Katie's new owner. From her there was no escape, at least not for now. Katie dutifully secured the little bedroom from the outside world, almost instinctively moving to the centre of the room to wait.

"I have a gift for you Kitty,” Lauren said.

Even with her head bowed, Katie could tell Lauren was smiling. In the short time she had been at her mercy, she had come to realise that Lauren’s emotions were clear for all to see. Her voice was so expressive, each tiny hint of anger, happiness, frustration and even desire was there for Katie to recognise. And now she could tell Lauren was not just smiling, she was barely able to control her excitement. Katie’s belly tightened as the fear of what could make the girl so happy weighed upon her. Humiliation and degradation had so far been Katie’s reward for her owner’s happiness.

“Kneel,” commanded Lauren. “Head up Kitty, I want to look at that pretty face. There we are,” cooed Lauren.

Katie looked warily at her owner. She almost flinched when she saw Lauren’s hand reach for her, but caught herself in time. She had nothing to fear, this time. The tenderness with which Lauren brushed her hair back over her left ear made the naked teen aware, more than ever, of her vulnerable position. Kneeling on the floor, naked, legs spread obscenely – she was completely at the mercy of the clearly perverted girl. She didn’t want to know what this gift was. It was bound to be something that was designed to humiliate her, maybe even hurt her. Lauren had so far gifted her with a painfully marked bottom, puffy red eyes and humiliating memories that would stay with her always.

“Now Kitty, it is always nice for a slave to bear the mark of her owner, to wear a symbol of her possession. This is your collar.”

Katie’s eyes widened as Lauren turned back to her, a thin circle of shiny silver metal resting on a small purple cushion held before her. It was almost like a coronation but this was no crown. A collar? She was going to wear a collar? Like a dog? To be fair the circle of metal looked more like some chunky alternative necklace but the intent was more important than the appearance. Katie was deeply apprehensive, wanting desperately to scramble to her feet and huddle in a corner. She had suffered much at the hands of her classmate but the thought of having a collar forced around her neck was too much to bear. And yet she did nothing. She remained on her knees, staring at the shining circlet as Lauren lifted it from the cushion and split the collar open.

An almost invisible diagonal hinge allowed the collar to open wide enough to be slipped around her neck. Katie’s entire body shuddered, a full-body shiver, as the cool metal made contact with the delicate skin of her throat. Katie looked up timidly, daring to meet Lauren’s gaze. Those piercing turquoise eyes held the young girl, frightening yet strangely reassuring. The moment passed and Lauren moved behind her, already moving to close the collar, fastening it snugly about her. Katie swallowed nervously as the collar encircled her slender neck.

“Don’t you look gorgeous. Oh Kitty,” Lauren gushed, clasping her hands together in delight. “A tiny little locking pin will keep your collar secure so you don’t ever have to worry about it coming off. This itty bitty thing here is the key which I will always keep safe so you don’t have to worry about that either.”

Katie looked at the tiny object in Lauren’s hand. She caught only the briefest of glimpses and had no idea what it really looked like but she watched Lauren like a hawk until she placed the key in a drawer of her desk, though it was not as if it wasn’t getting moved the second Katie left the room. Lauren smiled as she spied Katie’s interest. The pin had only to be turned 90 degrees and then any ordinary magnet would be able to retract the tiny metal shaft, but this was knowledge she did not want to burden Katie with. As far as Katie was concerned the collar was unable to be removed by anyone but her owner, and that was exactly how Lauren wanted it.

“What do you think Kitty? Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie replied with a palpable lack of enthusiasm. The cool metal ring had already warmed but the feel of it against her skin made her feel trapped and panicky.
“You may thank me Kitty.”
“Thank you Miss.”
“Oh Kitty, my little shy slut. You know how a slave thanks her owner when she receives a present, be it a shiny new collar or a lesson in being a better slave,” Lauren admonished, the mock seriousness obvious in her tone.

Katie sighed and rose to her feet, reticent to demean herself yet again and more than a little fearful of her body’s further betrayal. Lauren waited patiently for the naked girl to come to her, eager to feel the soft lips against her own, breathless at the thought of the naked body pressed against her. The collar shined under the soft lights and Lauren knew she had never seen anything more beautiful. That slim sliver of metal, hard and intractable resting against the soft, delicate neck of her Kitty brought Lauren a pleasure that surely could never be equalled. It had taken weeks to narrow down her choice to two collars, but she had decided on this one because of the ingenious locking mechanism: so simple yet so devilishly complex for the uninitiated. She had used the very last of her birthday and Christmas money and the uncertainty of whether she had chosen the right sizing had gnawed at her for days. But right now all she could do was revel in the sight.

As Katie leaned in for her kiss, Lauren realised she had been holding her breath. She breathed out, into Katie’s mouth as they came together, each girl opening and accepting the other, the mutual passion evident to both. This time Lauren could hold her ardour in check no longer. Her left hand reached to caress the back of Katie’s neck, her little finger brushing the collar, sending a shock of pleasure through both girls. Her right hand slid down to cup a breast, the small nipple coming alive under the sensual touch. Lauren squeezed with both hands as she pushed her tongue tenderly forward. Her heart skipped a beat as Katie’s lips parted, granting her access to the moist warmth within. Just what had she managed to find in this girl?

As before it was Lauren who broke the embrace, leaving her charge breathing heavily, her pouting mouth still opened in a silent plea. Katie opened her eyes slowly, her arousal making her movements drowsy and languid. She came to with a start, blushing furiously as she realised what she had done. Was she destined to forever remained red faced and feverish?

Katie jumped and squealed aloud at the sudden knock on the door. She whipped her head around the room, looking for a way out or the nearest place to hide. She was naked in this girl’s room, a girl she really knew nothing about and who she had barely spoken to though they had many of the same classes together. Even the sight of Lauren, as calm as ever, could do nothing to assuage her panic.

“You need anything dear?” called Mrs Harper.
“No thanks Mom, Katie is going to be leaving soon, she has to get home. Could you give her a ride?”
“Sure hon, just let me know when.”

Katie listened intently, barely able to hear Mrs Harper’s receding footsteps. She would be going home soon! Her heart was beating so fast she thought it was about to burst from her chest. She couldn’t stop her knees from trembling, the unused adrenalin still coursing through her body. She had never been so scared in her life. Katie froze as Lauren’s almost uncontrollable laughter bounced around the room. Sure it was hilarious, but she wasn’t the one naked, collared and with a burning red bum.

“Oh Kitty, you are so funny,” Lauren barely managed between bursts of laughter. “You should have seen yourself.”

Katie watched as Lauren froze on the spot, throwing her arms out to the side, eyes wide, head darting back and forth in alarm. Her impression was uncannily accurate and Katie could not help but join in with the infectious laughter that was threatening Lauren’s very ability to breathe.

Lauren fell, laughing, to the bed. She clutched her sides and rolled around atop the bed, unable to stop. Katie watched her, laughing along softly. She was quite pretty, slim and athletic. As she laughed Katie could see her stomach muscles contract, fascinated by the play of muscle under taut, tanned skin. Her face was a little long, but her slim straight nose and sensuous, curving mouth complemented and somehow softened her features. Maybe not pretty actually, but definitely very cute in a pixielike way.

It was the eyes however, those sparkling turquoise eyes, so pale and captivating, that Katie could not ignore. They seemed to have a power hidden deep within. How had she never taken any notice of her before? They had four classes together, at least. Was it because Lauren was into sports and Katie was not? The only sport Katie ever participated in was shopping, but at that she figured she could set a world record.

Katie snapped back to reality so fast it was almost dizzying. What the fuck was she doing? How the fuck could she be laughing with this girl? She was naked, collared and frightened. She had been spanked, caned and forced to humiliate herself half a hundred times. Her body had been inspected like she was some prize cow ready to be put paraded at a show. All these things and more had been perpetrated by this girl. This slip of a girl, barely any bigger, though Katie had to admit, much stronger, than she was. But she was still just a girl her own age, how could she do this?

Sure girls could be cruel, Katie thought. She remembered Ashley Lauer. Her friends had turned on her when she kissed a boy one of them had a crush on. They humiliated her, bullied her so bad that she changed schools. She could do that. Maybe she should, cut her losses and change to a different school? That would not solve the problem. Lauren would probably just track her down, and ruin her there. And of course there was her parents, and her sister, and her grandma! No one could see that video. No one.

Lauren finally got herself under control. The sight of Katie standing naked and forlorn in the middle of the room helped her focus. She wasn’t done with the girl yet. She had noticed her laughing, albeit somewhat reservedly. That was a good sign. She was sure to be upset, a million and one thoughts must be buzzing around that pretty head of hers but the fact she could laugh, especially at herself, made Lauren’s blood race. She could see, by Katie’s now hard demeanour, that she had quickly regretted her moment of joy. She could regret it all she liked, thought Lauren, but she could not deny it had happened. That must have been eating her inside. She could almost feel the doubt gnawing at the young girl.

“Ok Kitty, we better get ready to go. You may get dressed, socks first, then your bra, then jeans, then shoes then shirt. I have a few instructions that I want you to listen to carefully. No more jeans to school, Kitty. I want to see you in some pretty skirts, until I can see what is in your wardrobe, you may choose. Oh and you are to bring your dildo. Do you have more than that glass one?"

"No Miss," Katie replied, mortified at what she was being asked to do. This was something very different to what had happened this afternoon. That had been behind closed doors. She didn't know if she could deal with her torment spilling out into her time at school.
"That was a very pretty one Kitty. Where did you get it?"
"Online Miss," Katie murmured, unwilling to discuss her sex toy purchasing.

Katie had been dressing as she had been told, the order was weird but she didn't think too much of it. Her afternoon hadn't exactly been normal. She winced as she slid her jeans up over her buttocks, the tight denim pushed cruelly against her abused buttocks making each movement a fresh agony. She would have no trouble not wearing jeans to school she thought, though that didn't really help her accept the fact that she was even being told what to wear.

As the young girl slipped her t-shirt over her head she thought again of the collar that now encircled her neck. What would it look like? On the pillow and in Lauren's hands it had seemed such a small, delicate thing but as it had been fitted around her slender neck it had felt huge and heavy. What would her parents say about it? What if they told her to take it off? What would the other girls at school say?

"Kitty, take your shirt and bra off. Then you can put your shirt back on. Your bra can go in your bag. I think those boobs spend far too much time all cooped up. It’s not as if you even need a bra anyway. They are so tight, it's awesome," Lauren gushed.

Katie begged to differ, but dared say nothing. Her breasts were high and firm, but they were twice as big as Lauren's, what did she know? They still bounced and jiggled when she walked and a bra was her best line of defence in keeping her nipples from being a nuisance. She knew how the boys all talked when they saw the mere hint of a hard nipple. She obeyed nonetheless, folding her bra into her bag when she was once again dressed.

"Fetch me my green tee and my trainers," Lauren ordered.

Was she supposed to know where stuff was? Her wardrobe was a complete mess but she had her own system. She hoped Lauren's wardrobe was not the same. When she slid back one door all the way her eyebrow raised questioningly. The wardrobe was unfailingly neat. Fucking OCD. All the skirts were together, short and long separated, then jeans and pants, then shirts and blouses and then dresses. At the bottom of the wardrobe all Lauren's shoes were neatly lined up. She might have known she would be some OCD neat freak.

Katie was thankful there was only one green t-shirt hanging up but there were three different sets of trainers. She had no idea which ones she was to get, but like it made a difference. She snatched up the pair closest to the door and kneeled before Lauren - shoes in one hand, shirt in the other.

Lauren smiled at her girl kneeling meekly before her. She was a quick learner and that was good for everyone. "Those are my lacrosse shoes dummy. Get the cross-trainers."

Katie scurried back abashed at being called a dummy. She had never seen lacrosse shoes, how the hell was she to know. At least she wasn't being punished, she thought. Yeah what a consolation. She was running around fetching clothing for a girl her own age, faithfully playing the part of the dutiful slave - the part that Lauren had written so deftly for her.

"That's right Kitty. You can stand in the corner now, facing the wall. Hands behind your back. Off you go." Katie blushed as she moved into the corner. "In the corner Kitty, not near it."

Katie shuffled forward into the corner of the room, her breasts flattening against the walls. What was this all about now? She had done what she had been told. Why was she in the corner like a naughty girl sent to time-out? Had she done something wrong? The doubt ate away at her as Lauren dressed silently behind her.

"Ok Kitty. Come here and thank me for a lovely afternoon."

Katie eagerly turned to her owner. The few short moments she had spent pressed in the corner had been some of her most miserable. She couldn't say why, and that had only increased the despair she had felt. Now she would have to kiss Lauren again. She had never kissed a girl before today and she was still plagued by the same trepidation she had felt the first time.

"Thank you for a lovely afternoon Miss," Katie said dutifully before leaning in, her lips parting as they met the other girl's. Lauren kissed her three times, short sensuous kisses, the last a mere brushing of soft lips.

"I think we both learned a lot today, didn't we Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied sincerely. Too fucking right we learned a lot today. I learned I am a fucking idiot and you are a freaked out pervert.
"We better get you home. First though," Lauren said as she stepped back from her girl. "You don't wear much makeup do you Kitty?"
"No Miss, I am not wearing any."
"That beautiful skin doesn't need it, but I think just a little eyeliner would make you look even cuter. Come on, I'll show you how."

Katie allowed herself to be led by the hand back to the bathroom. She immediately thought of the washcloth, had she put it back in the right place? That strange, inconsequential thought was blasted from her brain by a greater, more pressing concern. What would her collar look like? Lauren bounced along, excited to show her property another skill to make her a better, prettier slave. Her enthusiasm however, was not infectious. Katie had too much on her mind to take any part in the exuberance of her owner.

The instant she stepped into the bathroom she turned to the mirror. Katie halted as Lauren let go of her hand and opened a drawer beside the sink. It was unmistakable, unmissable. The circle of metal shined under the bright bathroom lights. The half-inch high metal band sat low on her neck, it felt snug, as if it hugged the soft flesh of her throat but she could see that she could easily fit at least one finger between metal and skin.

"Beautiful isn't it Kitty. You look so awesome in it. You'll always be reminded that you belong to me. How great is that?"

Katie simply stared at herself in the mirror, the shining silver band all she could see. She was sure it would be all that anyone saw. There was no way to hide it, unless she wore a turtleneck. Would everyone know what she was? Don't be stupid she chided. Who would even think that she was wearing this because a girl in the same grade, in the same class, was blackmailing her into being her slave.

That was the first time that Katie realised she was being blackmailed. That was exactly what was happening. She did know, it was just that there had been so much going on that she had never really put a name to it, never really found the right word. Blackmail was illegal right? Yeah but it's not as if you can go to the cops with this, she thought forlornly. There was no one to help her here.

"Now Kitty, a little eyeliner will make all the difference but you have to remember that less is more. I dont want you looking like one of that sad panda-eyed emo bitches. Face me Kitty. Eyes open silly, when you do this you are going to have to see. I will do one eye and you can do the other ok.

"Always use an eyeliner pencil. You start at the very inside of your eye and trace gently along the eyelash line. Like this, right. Then you go to the outside and move in until you have covered the whole length. Lots of small strokes, see.

"Then you take the smudger and go across the line. Like that, nice and gentle. See Kitty, so much prettier. You look awesome. Just a little work for such yummy results. Now you do the other one."

Katie took the proffered eyeliner pencil and turned to the mirror. She could see the deep pink blush that coloured her cheeks, the visual accompaniment to the heat she had been feeling. She would never have imagined that being told how to put makeup on would be so humiliating. She was sixteen, she knew how to put makeup on. She just didn't because she couldn’t be bothered. But now she had a reason to.

"Oh good girl," Lauren clapped when Katie smoothly applied the eyeliner to her right eye. "You are a quick learner. A slave listens to everything her owner says, constantly learning and improving.

Katie's blush intensified at the praise but she continued to smudge the neat lines she had made. How could everything, every simple little thing, be turned against her to make her feel humiliated, diminished somehow. The bizarre juxtaposition of emotions she felt when Lauren called her a 'good girl' made her head spin.

"There Kitty, don't you just look gorgeous. You look so delicious I could just eat you all up," Lauren giggled.

Katie looked at herself in the mirror, her attention resting only briefly on the admittedly attractive way the deep green of her eyes was accentuated by the makeup, it even managed to hide some of the red, puffiness caused by her crying. She could see nothing else but the collar. It had a hypnotic effect upon the pretty teenager.

"We have to go now Kitty. You can admire yourself more later, just remember that a slave always seeks to be pleasing to her owner. Come on."

Katie was led by the hand once more, back to Lauren's room, where she collected her bag, and then downstairs. She winced with each step, the rough material of her jeans chafing the tender flesh of her behind. First thing she was going to do when she got home was get these jeans off.

Mrs Harper chatted amiably to Katie on the short ride to her house. Katie put on a brave face, giving her best pretence of a happy teenage girl, keen for Mrs Harper to be completely oblivious to the turmoil that raged within her. Lauren was sweet and bubbly but she had no reason not to be. If she had been asked, later, to remember what had been said during that trip she could not have guessed one word. All her thoughts were on the collar that sat around her neck, the symbol that she was now someone's property, no matter how badly she wanted it not to be true. The marks on her ass would fade, but the collar would remain, a silent testament of her new status in life.

Chapter 2. Remote Control
"You have mail."

Those three tiny words had quickened her pulse and she had almost dropped her phone. Three days. Three damn days. Three long days of anxious waiting and nothing. She had been fearful the first day, frustrated the second and just plain angry on the third. Was Monday afternoon all that it would be? Was all Lauren's talk of being a slave, what a slave should do, blah blah blah, was all that just talk? It had sounded like she had read it from some perverted book. Katie was glad that it might all have ended, she could get on with her life, stop living in constant fear but she couldn’t know for sure. It was all just guesswork at the moment and the uncertainty was making her nervous and uneasy.

And now this. It was an innocent enough text, but the number it had come from had caused her eyes to widen in shock. Her phone had identified the caller as 'My Owner'. When the hell had Lauren managed to do that? Katie deleted the text and threw the phone back in her bag. There were another two classes before she could get home and check her email.

As she sat in math class, she remembered back to that Monday afternoon, back to those nightmarish few hours. She had rushed upstairs, as soon as she got home, stripped off the painful jeans and lost herself in a shower. She huddled on the floor, letting the hot water fall on her like rain, willing it to wash away the pain and humiliation that seemed so deeply ingrained within her. She had scrubbed her body hard and spent almost two minutes looking at the collar in the mirror, trying to devise some way of getting it off. She had always thought that it was rather clichéd when she saw women in movies try to find solace in a shower after they had been defiled, but it had made her feel better. And that is exactly what had happened, Katie thought. She had been defiled.

Luckily her mother had been busy cooking dinner and her father had been engrossed in the news. She had yelled a hello but she would have to come down for dinner soon. She could not hide the collar, but nor had she needed to. Her mother had commented how pretty it looked and that was that. She had been frantic over nothing.

The pattern had continued at school the next day. She got a few looks but no one said a thing. Katie could not dismiss the thought that everyone knew, that they were laughing at her, calling her slut and slave behind her back. She knew she was being paranoid but she couldn't stop it. Innocent, whispering groups of girls in the hall, turned into packs of nasty bitches singling her out for torment with their harsh condemnations and cruel laughter. Boys looked at her as if she was on display in a shop window, ready for sale. She knew it was all imagined but knowing did not stop the feeling.

She had worn the skirts that Lauren had ordered. She was glad to do so, her ass still hurt when she sat down but this morning the pain had all but faded. She could still see the thin bruises left by the cane and they hurt if she touched them but it was a manageable pain. She had fulfilled her owner's other order as well. She kept her bag within reach at all times, ever fearful that it would spill open and her dildo would roll out. It was securely tied up in the little felt bag that it had arrived in but still, the irrational fear that it would be found hovered over her like a dark cloud, making her jumpy and anxious whenever someone approached her.

She checked her phone after every class, afraid of what she might find, but strangely disappointed when there was nothing. She caught herself stealing glances at Lauren in the classes they had together, but the other girl seemed not to even notice her. It was maddening. Had it all been a game after all, just some brief humiliation? But she was still collared, the bright metal band a constant reminder of her situation.

Lauren was sat two rows behind her and it was all Katie could do not to look back at her, hoping to catch her eye and know where they stood. The uncertainty was killing her. She should go up and talk to her, find out herself, but each time she made to approach her owner, her courage failed her and she kept walking, clutching her bag like some crazy lady.

She couldn't focus on her schoolwork, knowing Lauren was so close and yet not knowing what to do. She found her hands straying to her collar without thinking. When she realised what she was doing, she snatched her hand away like a child caught raiding a cookie jar.

The last two periods passed in a daze. Katie soon found herself in her room, the end of school, the bus ride, saying hello to her Mother, it was all somehow blurred together, as if she was dreaming, unable to focus on the details of the world around her. She could think of nothing but getting to her computer. This was what she had been waiting for, dreading, for three days.

She pounced on her computer with an almost manic fervour, tapping the desk frantically as it booted up, her knee bouncing anxiously in time. Was this going to be the end of it? Had Lauren regretted what she had done? Was that why she had not said anything to her, or even acknowledged her for three days? Was it guilt? It had to be. The little bitch had realised how nasty she had been and how wrong it was and she couldn’t even face her, she had to email her apology.

Katie's fingers flew across the keyboard as she logged in and opened her email. She glanced through her unread messages until she saw one that she instantly recognised. The sender was some obscure hotmail address she had never heard of but the subject line was so very clear: For Kitty.

Katie's breath caught in her throat and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her hands were clammy as she moved the mouse slowly to open the email.

Kitty

A new account has been created for you. The account name is OwnedKitty. The password is creamypussy. You will be online at 7 PM tonight.

Miss

That was it? That was enough. She had to go live on a webcam, back to where it all started. What would she be made to do? What did it matter, it was not like she needed any stronger evidence to be used against her. Katie sat back, the apprehension she had felt for three days melting away as she read the anticlimactic message again. At least now she knew it was not over. Was that knowledge a relief? Katie honestly could not tell how she felt. She would not be resuming her normal life. She couldn’t slip back into her old routine. What had she ever done to deserve this? Well she knew what she had done, brushed the unsettling thought from her mind, but that only explained why she was caught in this harrowing web it didn’t mean she deserved it. She had never hurt anyone, never teased anyone. She was a nice girl. This should have happened to Natasha Chambers, now she was a slut.

Seven o'clock was so far away. How was she going to keep busy until then? The waiting would be too much if she did not keep herself occupied. She knew of one thing she had to do, the sooner it was done the better. She retrieved her bag from where she had unceremoniously dumped it in her haste to check her email.

This was usually the first thing she did each day after school. She reached in and removed the black felt bag that contained her dildo. She shuffled to her desk, knelt down and removed the bottom draw. She popped the dildo in the empty cavity between the drawer above and the floor. The tiny bullet vibrator also rested within her hiding spot. That task completed, the fear of her parents unexpectedly stumbling across the sextoy in her schoolbag was removed for another day.

Katie quickly changed out of her schoolclothes, donning a cute bra and shorts set that she had bought at a little store she had found online. When she saw them she had to have them, but they had sat unused in her drawer for months. The shorts hugged her body tightly and only just came past her buttocks. The bra was tight too, hugging her young breasts like a second skin. She had tried them on once and then been too self-conscious to wear them again, but it wasn't like she did any exercise anyway. She had no idea why she had even bought them.

Yet now here she was. She locked the door but Katie never felt that was enough, always making sure to throw some clothes against the door to give her a few moments if she was surprised and somehow the lock failed. She did so now before lying down on the carpet, raising her body up onto her elbows and beginning the set of exercises Lauren had proscribed for her three days before.

She had not missed a day, both morning and afternoon. She didn't know if Lauren would have a way to know if she had not being doing as she was told but she could not take the risk. Each day with no word had made it harder and harder to make the effort to change and actually do what she had been set but still she had not missed a turn.

One creamy pussy, she counted as her muscles strained to hold the position. Tuesday morning, she had started counting without the lewd addition Lauren had ordered but it had felt wrong to Katie. She assigned that feeling to fear, fear that somehow she would slip up if asked, fear that she would be punished. She wasn't even really sure if it had been an order or just some humiliating joke that Lauren had dreamed up on the spot but she felt it best to take no chances.

The plank was the easiest exercise of the three but it still taxed her young body. She was trembling before she had counted ten and shaking uncontrollably by the time the thirtieth creamy pussy had been silently counted. Katie always gave herself a rest between exercises. She needed it. She could feel a thin sheen of sweat had already formed over her bare skin. Did Lauren sweat like this when she exercised, Katie thought. No doubt she did but Lauren had a slim, toned athlete’s body. She would surely be able to do a lot more before she started breaking a sweat.

Katie wondered, as she always did when performing her morning and afternoon drill, if the exercises were getting any easier. Was she getting any fitter? She thought she could feel an improvement but what did she know. Lauren would judge that.

She had ached that first morning. Her ass of course, after the punishment it had taken the day before it was a wonder she had been able to sleep at all. But it was the rest of her body that surprised her. She could feel muscles she had never known she had. They were a little painful, but it was a good pain. She couldn't quite explain that, it just felt good to stretch and move and feel the tightness in her muscles. She had felt it the entire day: a twinge in her belly when she leaned over to pick up her schoolbag, a stretch in her thighs when she hurried to catch the bus. And when she did the exercises that afternoon, she felt it intensely, as a real pain, not the transient discomfort she had experienced during the day.

And yet now, as she lifted her legs off the floor and counted the six creamy pussies of the first rep of her leg lifts, it was a different sensation altogether. She had looked it up on the net and knew all about endorphins and the exercise high but to experience it was nothing like what she had read. It was still hard work and she blushed throughout, acutely aware of what she was doing and why, but she could not deny that it felt good.

Katie rested again between the second and third set of leg lifts. She was breathless and her muscles burned. Lauren had not permitted her this time to rest but Katie knew she needed it, just for a few moments. A few deep breaths later and she lifted her legs for the third time, grunting softly as she did so. She was panting and moaning when her legs dropped to the floor. She lay there for a few seconds to gather her breath. The final exercise was the hardest by far. She knew she would be huffing and puffing once it was complete, her heart pounding for minutes after she had finished.

Just a few moments more, she told herself. Then I'll do it. She did this every time, delaying what she knew she had to do for just a few seconds more as if that would make it any easier. She finally dragged herself to her feet and stood at attention. She always started this exercise like that.

Down and up. "Kitty wants to please." Down and up. "Kitty wants to please."

Katie spoke in a breathy whisper that she hoped could not be heard even if someone was waiting at her door. She knew that saying the words under her breath was not good enough, not like the counts she had to keep, but she made sure she was as quiet as possible. She was sure her parents didn't even know she was exercising. She was adept at keeping things from her parents and she knew she would have to make use of that skill extensively if her predicament was to remain undetected.

"Kitty wants to please," she gasped for the final time. She remained standing at attention, chest heaving wildly as she struggled for breath. She always made sure that she kept to her feet for at least a few seconds after her exercises had ended. She keenly remembered what had happened when she had not.

Her task complete, her obligation fulfilled, Katie collapsed on the ground and lay panting, letting the adrenalin rush wash over her. She ignored her hard nipples and thought instead of how she would spend the next few hours. The tiny pink buds had stiffened the very first time she had exercised on her own. It had disturbed her then, but now it seemed to be part of the drill. Though the reasons why, she was still not willing to face.

Homework. She should do her homework. First though she needed to wash away the sweat. She wet a small washcloth and hurried back to her room, stripped off her clothes, folding them neatly, which was a definite break with tradition for her, and wiped her body. She knew she was imitating the humiliating experience of that afternoon, but she couldn't very well have a shower every time and she hated staying sweaty.

She stood naked in the middle of her room as she dried. Her hands drifted to the collar as they seemed to do so often. She ran her fingers along the hard metal circle, feeling the almost invisible join and the tiny pinlike depression of the lock. She pushed it up her neck until it bumped against her jaw before she let it fall.

There were some moments when she almost forgot she was wearing it, almost, but it was times like this, whenever she was naked or when her thoughts turned to Lauren, that the collar made itself known. It was times like this that she could think of nothing else. Last night she had lost almost an hour staring at herself in the mirror, mesmerised by the band at her throat.

Once she was dry Katie put her schoolclothes back on: skirt, panties, bra and blouse. No one would ever know what she had just done. No one but her and her owner. The thought caused sparks to burst under her skin, as if sudden pins and needles had erupted throughout her entire body. No one but her and Lauren she corrected, blushing at the lapse, and would Lauren even know? Should she come right out and tell her? Would that seem like boasting? Why did she care if Lauren knew or not? If the bitch wanted to know she could ask, decided Katie, dismissing all further thoughts on the matter. She hated these mental gymnastics she had been engaged in ever since Monday afternoon. Her mind seemed to jump chaotically, go sliding off on tangents, all of which seemed designed to upset her. She tried to control it, but it wasn’t until she was well immersed in a particular scenario that she realised and put a stop to it. Exactly what had happened to her during those few hours?

Katie took the homework assignments out of her bag. She had to start work on these, anything to occupy her mind. She had been anxious for contact to be made and she thought she would be calm when it did but her mind was racing: heading down roads that she did not want to travel. She needed occupying. She lost herself in her schoolwork until she was called to dinner. The meal passed in a dreamlike blur for the young girl, hardly tasting the food. She asked to be excused and scurried back to her room as soon as she could, though not so quickly as to arouse suspicion.

For the next hour Katie could not sit still. She changed her clothes three times, though why she could not say. She tried to answer a few emails but could not focus, each time coming back to the short missive from her owner. She had checked her webcam a hundred times and was on the site and ready to log in well before seven o'clock rolled around, her body tense, her stomach tight and fluttery.

At five to seven she logged in. There it was, her new account - OwnedKitty. Katie had felt her cheeks burn when she had entered the details, especially the password. She checked the webcam again, centred it and checked out the profile details that had been set up for her. Her mood had been set to happy and her profile picture was a pretty little black cat that seemed awfully familiar to her. That was all she had time for. She was streaming live and someone was viewing. It felt as if molten lava was flowing through her veins and she realised that she was holding her breath. She breathed in deeply and checked the chat.

"Hello Kitty."

Katie went to type but was stopped by the next message.

"No typing Kitty."
"Hello Miss," Katie said softly into the microphone that sat on the desk in front of her.
"Show me what you are wearing."

Katie stood up and turned around slowly, showing Lauren the short pleated tartan skirt she wore and the white singlet top. "Everything Kitty," was the message waiting for her when she turned back to the screen.

Katie swallowed and lifted up her skirt, exposing the plain white cotton panties that she wore underneath. She dropped the skirt and lifted her tight top to display the plain white bra she wore. Katie could see the bright pink colour of her cheeks as she sat back down. The memories of Monday crashed back upon her. She had almost forgotten the terrible humiliation she had experienced as she had been tormented and treated at times like an animal and at others like an object.

"Panties off Kitty, they are hideous. You are not to wear them again."

Katie cringed at the comment but stood up and obediently removed her undergarments, hooking her thumbs in the waistband and sliding them down her legs. She folded them neatly and placed them on the desk.

"Throw them in the bin Kitty. You won't be wearing them again and the sight of something so ugly offends me."

Katie did not know what was so wrong with her panties. They were just ordinary white cotton panties. She did as she was told and dutifully threw them in the bin, already thrown off-balance by the very first exchange of the session.

"Show me your dildo Kitty."

Katie flew off her chair and retrieved the dildo from her hiding place. She fumbled with the drawstring but soon had the seven inch glass dildo free. She lay the glass shaft on her upturned palms, offering it the camera. The dildo was a series of small spheres, joined together creating a shaft of transparent ridges that had served the teenager well. The curved glass warped her vision, creating weird shapes when she looked through it, like some strange fairground attraction.

“Tuck your skirt into your top Kitty. Shuffle that cute butt to the edge of the chair and show me how you like to use that dildo.”

Katie did as she was told, hesitating only when the tip of the dildo, the smallest glass sphere, pushed past her thick bush of black curls and touched her lips. She was following the orders almost without thought. They were only words on a screen, typed by someone called Redvelvetlines. How did she even know it was Lauren? She knew. How she knew she couldn’t say, but she knew. The young girl had never been more sure of anything in her life.

Before Lauren had a chance to berate her for hesitating, Katie plunged the dildo inside her. She sighed as the smooth glass shaft bumped past her plump lips, each inch growing wider and wider. The clear shaft slid inside her sleek tunnel, teasing the silky folds of her sex. Katie had guessed she was wet even before the dildo had entered her, but the ease with which her intimate cleft was penetrated removed all doubt. With each gentle stroke the panting teenager forced more of the dildo inside her, moaning as the glassy intruder slithered ever deeper.

Katie kept her eyes glued to the screen as she pleasured herself at her owner’s command. She could see the picture that Lauren would see: her skirt tucked roughly into her top, exposing her belly and the intimate space between her thighs, her face flushed with arousal, the glass dildo sliding in and out of her pussy. She watched and waited for Lauren to write. Without a visual cue Katie felt lost. She could feel the pleasure mounting, her hand thrusting faster to match the speed of her pounding heart. She couldn’t close her eyes, though she desperately wanted to. If she missed a command she would be in trouble.

“Show me the dildo.”

Katie moaned as she slid the glass shaft from her wet pussy and held it close to the camera, adjusting the distance so the image was crisp and clear. She could see the juices from her pussy smeared along the ridged length of the sex-toy, the thick white cream gathered in the valleys between the ridged spheres. How was she so wet so fast? If she had been given a little more time, a few more thrusts, she would have been unable to control her orgasm.

“Clean it.”

Katie lifted the dildo to her mouth, instantly popping the end of the shaft past her other lips. She tasted herself, the deep musky cream sending a wave of pleasure rushing down her neck as if someone had breathed in her ear. The tiny bumps of gooseflesh rippled her entire left side as she worked the dildo in and out of her mouth, savouring the flavour of her own arousal. Once the tip was clean, Katie took it out of her mouth and licked the shaft with her outstretched tongue, eagerly cleaning her cream as she twisted the glass rod.

“Put the dildo on your chair and go downstairs. Make sure your parents agree to me sleeping over your house tomorrow night. You have five minutes.”

Katie felt as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown over her. She carefully rested the glass shaft on her chair, wrenched her skirt down before flattening it carefully, and headed towards the door. How had she let herself get so carried away? Was it because Lauren was not there, not in person? Had she been able to trick herself into thinking she was on her own, pleasuring herself because of her own desire? Or was it because…

Holy shit, what if they smell my pussy? Katie stopped just outside her door. She had been almost about to come, she hadn’t even touched her clit. The young girl could feel the wetness seeping from her sex, sopping the black curls that covered her nether lips. Was the smell of her sex on her breath? Did she have time to get some toothpaste? Would it make any difference with her pussy still juicing so heavily? Was that a squelching sound she had heard as she walked to the door? Could her pussy really make that sound?

Now you are just being stupid, she chided. And now you have only four minutes to convince Mom and Dad to let Lauren stay overnight. She hadn’t had a sleepover since she was twelve. Surely she was long overdue, her parents could not deny her. But what if they wanted to ask her a million questions? They had never heard of Lauren. She had told them she had been studying at Ayla’s on Monday afternoon. She had to have a strategy. She couldn’t just go blundering in and hope for the best. Why did she always feel stupid and frantic when performing a task? That question would take a lot more time to answer than she had, if she could answer it at all. Katie straightened her skirt once more.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The tight singlet top she had chosen for the night’s event clung tightly to her body. Even with the bra underneath, her hard nipples could clearly be seen as two stiff circles in the tight white material. She couldn’t go back in her room and get a top, Lauren would see her and besides she had no time. And besides, she had not been told she could. And besides- shut the fuck up and move, she all but screamed. She would have to hope for the best, maybe she could just pop her head around the corner.

Katie rushed down the stairs, her breasts bouncing with each hurried step. Great, like that is going to help them go down, she thought. She squeezed her hands across her breasts in a feeble attempt to keep them in place as she descended the twisting stair. She paused for a moment at the bottom, took a deep breath, pulled her skirt down once more, straightening the pleats and sauntered into the lounge room where her parents sat together on the couch, watching some insanely boring renovation show on TV.

“Mom? Dad? Can I have a friend sleepover tomorrow night. Her name is Lauren. Lauren Harper. She’s really lovely and she’s on the lacrosse team and she gets really good grades.”

And how about you shut the fuck up for a minute, your babbling. Katie stood in the doorway, breathless after her outburst. Once the words had started flowing, she couldn’t get them to stop. She must have sounded mental.

Her parents looked at each other quizzically, then looked back at their young daughter. Katie was instantly self-conscious. She crossed her arms across her chest, but instantly flung them back at her sides when she realised all she had done was accentuate her young breasts, pushing her stiff nipples even tighter against her top, pointing them at her parents like tiny, sensual missiles. Katie blushed furiously, shuffling her feet and fidgeting with the pleats of her skirt as her parents looked on in bewilderment. They were staring at her nipples, she knew it. They knew what she had been doing. Could they smell her arousal from the couch? Please don’t ask me to come closer, she pleaded silently. She pulled her skirt down a little, irrationally afraid that somehow the act of not wearing any panties made her skirt unable to cover her intimate areas.

“Sure hon,” her mother said, the amused confusion evident even to the apprehensive teen.

“Thanks Mom,” Katie said, spinning on her heel and rushing back up the stairs. She flew into her room, threw the door shut and locked it. She leaned against the closed panel for a moment to collect her wits. She was panting as if she had run a mile, though whether that was from masturbating, the confrontation with her parents or the rush up the stairs she could not tell.

When she scurried back to her seat she noticed that Lauren had counted out the minutes she had been gone. She was down to thirty seconds. “They said yes Miss,” Katie said breathlessly as she sat down on the chair. She gripped the dildo tightly as she waited for Lauren’s response, the surface still slick and a little warm. She stared at the screen, waiting attentively for a word, anything to tell her that she had made it back in time, that she hadn’t failed, that Lauren wasn’t mad with her.

“Show me how wet your cunt is.”

Katie hesitated, unsure what to do with the dildo. Should she use the dildo or her fingers? Surely she couldn’t just shove her pussy right up to the camera. Or could she? If she angled the camera right and she spread her lips, maybe Lauren could see. She hated that word: cunt. It sounded so harsh and aggressive. Why was Lauren using it now? Was she upset with her? Had she done something wrong?

“Put the dildo in your mouth Kitty. Then get some of those petite little fingers in that slit and show me how wet you are.”

Katie did as she was told, sliding the glass dildo three ridges in. Her tongue pushed the ridged shaft against the roof of her mouth to keep it in place as she lifted up her skirt and plunged two fingers of her left hand inside her. She moaned softly as her fingers wriggled within her moistness, her fingertips playing across the sensitive folds she was still discovering.

The gasping teen withdrew her fingers, her plump wet lips staying open long after the questing fingers had been extracted. She lifted her cream smeared fingers to the camera. Katie parted the two glistening fingers, showing thin slimy ropes of cream slung between them, stretching to breaking point as the gap grew. Had she ever been this wet? Had she even been this wet when…

“Clean them Kitty. Tell me how your cunt tastes.”

Katie removed the dildo and obediently slipped her fingers inside her mouth. Her tongue flickered and swirled over her cream covered fingers, cleaning them of all trace of her arousal in a matter of seconds. The second part of the order was harder for the young girl to face. She had tasted herself a few times, even before Lauren had ordered her to. She had always felt so rebellious, sexy and naughty when she did so. But to describe her taste? It was something she hadn’t thought of until now.

“My pussy tastes a little bit sour, a little bit musky and a little but sweet Miss,” Katie blurted out in a rush. She hadn’t really known what to say and even when she started speaking she wasn’t entirely sure what would come out.
“I do like the taste of my own pussy Miss,” Katie said in answer to Lauren’s next typed question.

“You may dip again Kitty, slut’s don’t need to worry about double-dipping.”

Katie could almost see the smile on Lauren’s face as she made the joke. A small grin fluttered on Katie’s lips, threatening to bloom into one of her devastating smiles but held back by the uncertainty and confusion the meek teen felt so keenly. Her fingers slid back inside the warmth of her pussy all too eagerly. Katie kept them together, curling them forwards to press on the front of her vagina as she withdrew them languidly.

In one swift motion her wet fingers were once again in her mouth, then in her pussy once more. Katie lost track of the number of times she licked her cream from her fingers, but with each plunge into her hot, moist depths she came closer and closer to climax.

“Enough. Sit up straight.”

Katie almost missed the command. She was moaning and panting like an animal as she felt her orgasm grow, all inhibitions destroyed by the imminent climax. Her hand paused halfway to her pussy before she let it fall shyly to her side. The sudden awareness of where she was and what she was doing made her feel like a slut, a huge slut. A massive, gargantuan mammoth sized slut. A… God stop it please, she pleaded with herself, trying to rein in her unruly brain. She had never felt like this. She had never come without paying a lot of attention to her clit. She had felt her knees begin to go weak, the first sign that she was losing control and yet her tiny button had remained untapped.

“Kitty. You will never touch your pussy without permission, except for ablutions. Do you understand?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie whimpered, knowing that meant she would not be permitted to finish off this high on which she was currently coasting. “Um Miss, what are ablutions?”

“When you clean yourself Kitty, you know how to clean yourself don’t you?”

“Yes Miss,” Katie mumbled, mortified at her stupidity. She hadn’t heard the word before but it didn’t stop her from feeling dumb.

“I will be the judge of that Kitty. You are so severely lacking in so many areas. It is part of a slave’s duty to keep herself clean and healthy for her owner.”

“Yes Miss,” Katie whispered, deeply regretting asking the question. Why couldn’t she have just shut up?
“Tomorrow, during second period you will excuse yourself to go to use the restroom. You will enter the third stall from the door. You will take out your dildo and you will pleasure yourself for four minutes exactly. You will clean the dildo and return to class. You will be gone no more than six minutes. You are to follow these instructions exactly. Any deviation will punished.”
“Yes Miss,” Katie said meekly.
“Kitty, you are to remain logged in to this account until you leave for school each morning. Each afternoon your first task after entering your house will be to log in. Indicate your understanding.”
“Yes Miss, I understand.”
“You will now shower, floss and brush your teeth. You will then return and brush your hair. Sixty-six strokes exactly Kitty. From this day forward you will remain naked after your evening shower. If you are called downstairs you are permitted to wear an outfit I shall choose for you. That is all.”

Katie sat in front of her computer, staring at the screen for long moments after the last word appeared in the chat box. Was that it? How would she know if Lauren was still there, on the other end of the connection, watching her. Katie jumped, her hand clutching her heart when another message popped onto the screen. She could just imagine Lauren laughing at her skittishness.

“You have nothing to say Kitty?”

What was she supposed to say? Katie’s brain whirled into action. She had been sitting there like a rabbit in the headlights, unable, or unwilling, to move and begin fulfilling the orders she had been given. She had just pleasured herself at the remote command of her owner, a 16 year old girl. That was enough to leave anyone a little flustered. What was she suppose- You are so fucking dumb!

“Thank you Miss,” Katie said sincerely, relieved that her brain had not entirely failed her. She leaned in close to the cam and blew a kiss to her unseen owner.
“Goodnight Kitty.”
“Goodnight Miss.”

With that Katie scurried to the bathroom and stripped. She turned the water on and looked at herself in the large mirror as the water heated up. She could still see the signs of her arousal on her body. Her nipples were rock hard, Katie smiled wryly at the way they had popped free when she removed her bra, as if they were trying to launch themselves from her chest. Her face was flushed, arousal or shame? Her eyes sparkled as they always did when she bated. It was her pussy, however, that drew her attention. She could see the small dollop of cream that hovered in the tight bush of curls between her legs. It shined in the bright lights, like a rich jewel that begged to be plucked.

She had been forbidden to touch her pussy without permission. She could still feel the desire deep within her. She could feel it pulsing down her vagina, bursting at the entrance like a shower of sexual electricity. Her intimate lips tingled, begging to be touched, begging for release. She dared not. Would Lauren know? Was it possible to tell? What if she asked? Katie had always been a horrid liar and now that there was something real, something serious, at stake she knew she would be instantly discovered.

The naked teen reached for her collar, sliding a finger along its smooth flat edge. It was rounded at the top and bottom, for comfort she supposed. Katie shifted the collar up her neck as she leaned her chin in towards her throat. She knew she could not slip the collar over her chin, she had tried many times, but it was a game she played with herself. She had done the same thing with every necklace she had ever worn, sometimes even taking the thin metal links in her mouth and sucking on them, revelling in their metallic tang. But not with this collar. The young girl sighed and turned to the shower. She could touch her pussy while she washed, but that was hardly the same. She sighed again and stepped into the hot shower and let the soothing rain wash away her frustrations.

* * * * *

Katie eased herself into the chair. She looked inquisitively at the computer. She still had one viewer – Redvelvetlines. Was Lauren there? Had she waited patiently for Katie to return? Or had she found something more important to do. What had she been doing while Katie had been plunging the dildo into her pussy? What had her owner been doing when she had been thrusting her fingers deep inside her and tasting the cream she found within? Had she been pleasuring herself as well? Katie blushed at the thought and flashed a guilty look at the webcam.

She had a task to complete though, so she had better get on with it. If Lauren was watching she didn’t want to disappoint her or be accused of laziness or disobedience. Katie reached for her brush, aware of how her breasts moved with each movement. Being naked caused such a jumble of emotions for the young girl, feelings she had never before contemplated. Each time she was without clothes, she now felt exposed and vulnerable yet strangely liberated as well. Even when she was alone she often felt herself blushing. She laid the blame firmly on the rigid band of metal that encircled her throat.

As she brushed her long black hair, long slow sinuous strokes, she watched herself on the screen using it as a mirror to follow her actions. Her collar provided a sparkling counterpoint to her jet black hair. In the soft light of her bedroom it looked as if it was almost radiating its own light, like a tiny sliver of the moon itself. She watched her breasts move, flattening slightly each time she reached up with the brush to begin a new stroke, swaying gently as the brush left her hair at the end of the downward movement. She was more aware of her body than she had ever been. She had never realised how much her pert breasts moved, how the hard pink nipples tightened the skin, the tiny bumps of her areola raised like sensuous gooseflesh. She looked at herself on the cam, surprised to see that her nipples were hard once again. How the hell had that happened? When had that happened? How could she possibly have been turned on by simply brushing her hair.

She knew of course, but she shied away from the truth. Try as she might she could not deny it. She was still feeling horny from her earlier dalliance. She didn’t think her pussy was creaming exactly but she knew she was a little wet. If only she had been allowed to come. The frustration was always there in the background, like some annoying hum from some unseen machine. She could fix all that so quickly. She knew it would not take long, two or three minutes.

Before she knew it her task was complete. Her hair shined and fell in smooth cascades about her pretty face, like a very slice of midnight itself. Her hair had once been much longer, almost halfway down her back, but she had it cut on a whim. She liked the shorter look, though it still hung well past her shoulders. Katie reached down and pinched her nipples. It was just a gentle squeeze but it sent jolts of pleasure shooting into her chest, radiating out through her breasts and sinking deeper into her body. Holy fuck, she thought, what is happening to me? What is this? Katie pushed her chair away from the table and threw herself down on her bed. She lay there for a long time, breathing heavily, doing her best to figure out just what was going on with her body.

Katie was frustrated and tired and she needed sleep. She dragged herself out of bed, turned off the light and scooched under the covers. She lay in the darkness for a long time. She stared at the ceiling of her room, her mind a whirling maelstrom from which she was unable to pluck a single cohesive thought.

* * * * *

Lauren lay back in her bed, unable to see anything more from the live feed of Katie’s bedroom. Her Kitty had gone to bed and darkness would be her only reward for continued vigilance. She knew her girl had to be frustrated, it was clear to see: her face and her body betrayed her equally. Lauren slipped a hand under the sheets. The soft warm hand slid under the band of the pink panties she wore and delved between her smooth bare lips into the moist warmth that waited for her.

Lauren thought back to the first night, to the primal uncontrollable orgasm that overwhelmed her as she held those same pink panties tight to her face and she rubbed her hard clit with an almost animal ferocity. The taste of Katie’s pussy, the intoxicating aroma of the young girl’s sweet snatch had elevated her orgasm to a level she had not imagined possible. She had lost control, barely able to hold on to her identity as orgasm after orgasm crashed through her body. She had felt weak after that, so weak. And thirsty. She had fallen out of bed the first time she tried to get a drink.

She had laughed then, an exhausted, contented laugh. Her little Kitty was going to make her life a living nirvana. Katie’s panties had been washed and Lauren wore them to bed each night. They were almost the right size, a little too small, but the way they cupped her bare pussy was so delicious it made her shiver each time she thought about it.

Tonight had gone better than she had hoped. She thought about Katie as she pleasured herself with long even strokes. Her girl had been prepared to do anything, there didn’t seem a hint of resistance. The control she had, even at a distance, conversing through text, had left her breathless. There was no doubt left in Lauren’s mind: Kitty was a truly submissive slut. She didn’t know it of course, she still thought she had some choice in the matter, her delightful flushes of modesty were proof enough of that.

The little slut had almost come, there and then. She would have if she had not been stopped. Lauren would have to lay that law down the next time they met. The thought of what was going to happen tomorrow caused her own orgasm to crest and Lauren was carried away on a wave of bliss that rose and fell twice more before she was sated.
Lauren stretched languidly, pulled Katie’s panties tighter and drifted off into a deep, contented sleep.

Chapter 3. Smells Like Teen Spirit
Katie woke slowly from a dream as delicious as it was bizarre. She lay in bed, luxuriating in those soft hazy moments between dreams and reality. She slid her hands down her body, past the soft skin of her belly. It was not until her fingers brushed the tight curls above sex that she realised something was different. Her hands had moved down her body, down her bare flesh unimpeded. The discovery of her nudity brought what had happened last night back in a rush.

Katie sat up in bed, turning to look at the computer and the webcam which sat atop it. Was Lauren watching her now? She couldn’t become paranoid about it. She couldn’t possibly know, even if Lauren was logged in she would have no way of knowing if she was actually there or not. She hadn’t thought much about it last night but Lauren would be able to know everything she did, well as long as she was in view of the camera. What if she picked her nose? Or farted? She would have to watch what she said, and even more importantly, what she thought.

Well she couldn’t stay in bed all day, as much as she might want to. As she slid out of bed she noticed her inner thighs felt strange. Katie sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Her thighs were sticky as if someone had poured juice on them and let it dry. Juice it had been Katie thought, without humour. She could see a few droplets of moisture beading in the curls around the entrance to her pussy. How could she still be wet? She tried to remember her dreams but as the clarity of the new day banished the haze of sleep from her, the contents of her dreams faded like wisps of smoke.

She had to move. She couldn’t sit here all day staring at the mess between her legs. She pushed herself up and decided that it was best if she did her exercises now. She decided against wearing her bra and shorts as she didn’t wish to explain away the cream stains in the crotch of the shorts. Minutes later Katie stood, out of breath and sweating, but feeling better for the exercise. She knew she had been ordered to do the drill each day but she had begun to enjoy it nonetheless. Maybe some good could come of this, she thought to herself.

She grabbed a robe from her closet, collected the still damp towel from her door – she would have to watch that from now on – and scurried to the bathroom, eager to get there before her parents. She had always woken early but usually she lay in bed and dozed, enjoying the quiet of the morning, easing herself out of sleep. Lately, well ever since Monday, she had been an earlier riser as well. Lying in bed allowed her thoughts to shift and twist along troubling tangents and besides, she told herself every morning, she had things to do now.

As she did every morning Katie stopped and stared in the mirror, captivated by the way she looked now, her collar standing out brightly at her neck. She tried not to spend too much time there, but often it was the sound of the downstairs toilet flushing or her father’s feigned indignation at not being able to get in his own bathroom that snapped her into action. This morning was no different.

The rest of her morning comprised the normal highs and lows of everyday school life: rushing to the bus, bored once she was there, rushing to class, bored once she was there. It was not until her second period that time began to have a meaning for the young girl. She had to excuse herself from this class. Not only that but she needed to get not only herself, but her bag to the restroom in record time.

As the class started she began to get nervous. Mrs Marsh was nattering on about Henry David Thoreau and some crap he had done in the forest one time but Katie heard it all as if she was underwater. Her hands were clammy and her stomach had tightened almost painfully. Each breath seemed harder and harder to take, as if she was breathing through an ever-shrinking straw. Finally she knew it was now or never. She clutched her bag to her side and raised her hand.

“Yes Katie?”
“Urghk.”

Katie went bright red in an instant. The entire class erupted into fits of laughter. She didn’t know what had happened. She had been all ready to speak but when it came down to it her voice just hadn’t come to the party, the words she had been trying to say died in her throat and instead that strangled squeak had popped out.

“Mrs Marsh, may I use the restroom?” Katie asked when the uproar had finally died down a little.
“Of course dear, grab a hall pass on the way out.”
“Thanks.”

Mrs Marsh always let you use the restroom. Katie was thankful for that at least. She had a whole spiel worked out about how she needed her bag, a pointed nod was, she had hoped, all the extra explanation she would need. If her recent performance was anything to go by she probably would have squeaked like a squirrel, tripped over her own feet on the way out and her dildo would have gone rolling down the aisle to rest at the teacher’s feet. Thoughts of her picking it up and holding it out to the class, a quizzical look on her face haunted Katie as she walked briskly to the restroom. “What is this dear?” she could almost hear Mrs Marsh saying, to the hoots and catcalls of the entire class.

Fucking get a grip Katie screamed at herself. That had not happened, why torture yourself over what might have been. You have five minutes to fuck yourself silly with that very dildo and then get back to class. Putting it all out there on the table, going through exactly what she had to do made her go pale and light-headed.

Katie closed the stall door, hung her bag on the door and whipped her dildo from its case in ten seconds flat. She had spent some time last night, lying in bed unable to fall asleep, planning just how she was going to do this. Now it was time to put it into action she hesitated for the briefest of moments. Was she really going to do this? How would Lauren know if she did not?

Well how would she know if you'd been doing your exercises or that you weren't touching your pussy. Katie knew she could not lie. She had been caught in every single lie she had ever told. There were many things she was not good at but telling lies was at the very top of the list. Honesty had become her policy even before Lauren had ordered it. How the fuck she was going to keep this... this situation secret she didn't know.

Katie hiked her skirt up and pulled her panties to one side. She had worn a g-string today, a little risky as she was once again in a skirt but she knew it would be easier to do this with a g-string. The anxious teen popped the dildo in her mouth and spat on the tip. She was a little wet but she couldn't tell exactly how much. Her nervousness may have affected her.

She lifted her left leg up and placed it on the toilet, spreading her legs to allow access to her pussy. The moment the glass dildo slid frictionlessly inside her tight pussy she knew how wet she was. Ever since she had bated last night she had remained wet, insanely wet. She could feel the dampness in the crotch of her g-string but what she was about to do, what she was doing, was going to make her saturated.

Katie set the timer on her phone for four minutes and began to pump the glass dildo into her pussy. She didn't think anyone else was in the restroom but she bit her lip, determined to remain silent throughout. Each thrust went a little deeper and came a little faster. Katie was soon sawing her arm back and forth, the soft slurping sound as the ridged dildo slid past her lips not registering on the young girl’s consciousness.

Despite her best efforts, tiny moans and gasps of pleasure escaped her. Before she knew it, her phone beeped, her four minutes was up. Please no, Katie pleaded, pushing the dildo inside her twice more before remembering herself.

"Kitty wants to please," she whispered, as she cleaned the strings of slimy cream from the smooth shaft. She licked each ridge and each valley, cleaning her toy of all traces of her vaginal secretions. If pussy was an acquired taste, then she had acquired a taste for hers. She couldn't linger however, she had only one minute to get back to class.

Katie slipped the dildo in its felt bag and hid it at the bottom of her schoolbag. She reseated her g-string across the thick mat of, now soaked, curls and fixed her skirt.

As she exited the stall Katie froze. Standing in front of the mirror, checking her makeup was Karen Henderson. She was one of the beauties of the school, slim and full breasted, a cheerleader but nice. She was also a debater and not the typical jock's bitch. Karen just stared at Katie in the mirror and Katie stood frozen like a statue.

She had to do something. Her time was running out and she couldn't just run out of the room. "Hi Karen," Katie said, mustering the most cheerful, innocent voice she could, though it was now tempered with the husky timbre of arousal. She went to the basins and washed her hands. As the water washed over her trembling hands, she realised that she had not been told to wash her hands, in fact she had been told explicitly what to do. She had deviated from Lauren’s commands. She was in trouble.

Karen continued to stare at Katie as she washed and dried her hands. She gave Karen a last, feeble smile and rushed from the room. It was not until she sat back in her seat, carefully arranging her skirt to cover the most skin she could, that she realised she could smell her sex. She reeked of it.

Katie tried to focus on the lesson but each hushed whisper, each muted giggle was like a knife in her back. They could smell her, she knew it. They knew what she had been doing. Even if they didn't, Karen sure did. She had tried to be quiet but she must have heard. It was then that Katie realised that from the basins you could see under the stalls. Not a lot sure, but enough to see the feet of anyone in the stall. Enough to see whether a girl was seated, as she should be, or if she had one leg propped up on the toilet furiously jabbing her pussy.

Katie stared at the table in front of her, the feverish heat radiating from her face felt as if her skin was melting off. Karen knew! Half the school would know by lunchtime.

"Katie are you alright?" Mrs Marsh asked.
"Eeek," someone behind her squealed, to the delight of the rest of the class.
"Yes thank you Eric. Do you need to see the nurse Katie. Your colour looks a little off."
"Um, no thank you Mrs Marsh, I'll be ok."
"Right you are Katie. Now Thoreau, wawk wawk wawk."

Her teacher's voice trailed off into background noise as Katie sank into despair. Would anyone believe Karen? She was a nice girl and had a lot of friends, boys as well as girls. She was popular but not bitchy. Yes they would believe her. But she wasn't a gossip, well she didn't have a reputation as one. Maybe she wouldn't tell anyone? Maybe she was that nice! Yeah, but she was still a 16 year old girl, Katie reasoned. Keeping that a secret was a little too much to ask.

Katie latched onto the one ray of hope that she could come up with. Maybe Karen would want to blackmail her too. What would she do then? Have two 16 year old girls ordering her life? She was sure Lauren wouldn't like that. Lauren? Maybe her owner could help her. After all if this got around the school it would ruin her anyway wouldn't it.

Don't be so fucking dense. This was nothing compared to what Lauren had on her computer. Even if the whole school thought she had masturbated in the toilets, well so what. She would be teased, she would be a joke for a while but if she kept denying it then it would all blow over eventually. Everyone knew what teenage girls were like. But if they saw that webcam...

She just had to stay calm. Katie almost fell out of her seat when the bell went. She closed her book and left the room on autopilot. Her next class was a study period, which she usually spent doing anything but study. She heard her phone vibrate in her bag as she walked from the class. She would have to change that, put it totally on silent. Having vibrating noises coming from her bag was the last thing she needed right now. She would have to stop carrying her dildo too. Lauren would understand.

Katie went pale when she saw the caller id - My Owner. She quickly shaded the phone with her other hand and accessed the message. "Library, now." Katie paled at the terse message. It was notoriously hard to convey emotions in text but she could tell this was not a happy text.

Katie hurried to the library, anxious at what she would find and afraid that if she took too long she would anger Lauren even more. Her eyes flicked frantically around the quiet study room. The large hall was filled with tables, with smaller single cubicles around the walls. There were less than twenty students on the whole room, but Lauren sat a table by herself, well away from the other clusters.

"May I sit down Miss?"
"I am disappointed in you Kitty."

The words stung the apprehensive young girl. She had thought that if she was polite and contrite that Lauren would not be mad. It had not worked, but she still felt it was the right thing to do.

"I'm sorry Miss," Katie whispered meekly
"Sit down," commanded Lauren. "Don't cross your legs slut. You will not sit with crossed legs again. Do you know why Kitty?"
"Yes Miss."
"Claiming knowledge is not evidence of owning knowledge," Lauren said cryptically. Katie understood the hint.
"I am not permitted to sit with crossed legs because a slave should always make sure her body is ready for her owner Miss," Katie replied demurely, once her eyes had quickly flicked over the nearby tables.
"Available Kitty. Having your body 'ready' is another matter entirely, but correct all the same. Now you have earned a punishment haven't you?
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, looking directly into those intimidating blue eyes. How the hell could she know?
"Well?"
"I am sorry Miss for being disobedient," Katie whispered, "I talked to a girl and washed my hands before I left the restroom."
"When..."
"When I-"
"No Kitty, being again. A slave does not invest in half-measures."
"I am sorry Miss for my disobedience. When i was in the restroom masturbat-"
"Kitty that is such a yucky word. Again."
"Miss, I am sorry for my disobedience. When I was in the restroom playing with my pussy I talked to a girl and washed my hands when my instructions were clear that I should not."
"Correct, finally. You have lost the privilege of panties for the rest of the day. Take them off."

Katie pushed back her chair. She knew she had disobeyed, but this wasn't fair. What else could she have done? At least it wasn't the cane. She didn't know how long she would be given to get back but she planned to do the trip in record time. Anything short of actually running through the halls.

"Where do you think you are going Kitty? The only order I gave you was to take off your panties."

Katie pushed her chair back into the table and looked at Lauren in despair. There was no smile there. Her eyes were as cold as ice and her face seemed as if any movement would crack it in two. Still there was an elfin cuteness about her. Fuck, thought Katie unable to comprehend the thoughts that popped into her brain. Of all the things she should be thinking, she was admiring the cuteness of another girl. A girl whose power over her seemed to be growing daily.

Katie looked fearfully about the room, no one was watching them. They were two pretty girls, and most of the other people in the library looked like nerds. She couldn't understand why they were not the centre of attention. Not that she was complaining, she didn't think she could do this if she thought she was being watched.

Now Katie wished she had worn a different skirt. She knew she would be wearing a g-string so she had chosen a tight skirt of stiff material that would be sure to stay down in any breeze. Her choice haunted her now. She would have to lift the skirt up almost to her waist to get to her panties. Unless... She could reach up between her legs, grab the crotch and pull them down that way.

Katie quickly hunched forward over the table, sure that it would look as if she was resting her head for a nap. She reached up with her right hand, lifting her bottom off the chair at the same time. Her fingers slid up her thighs until she felt the damp crotch of her panties. She pushed one finger to the side and hooked it behind the elastic and pulled. There was resistance at first, too much. She didn't think her panties would move, and her finger was slipping on the cream-slick material.

The trembling teen persevered, knowing the alternative would be much worse. She hooked a second finger behind the panties and moved them down to where the crotch narrowed into a slimmer band. She pulled them with all her strength and was rewarded. The small g-string slipped down her legs, slowly at first, but once the grip was broken on her hips and buttocks the panties slid down her thighs with speed.

The deed was done. Katie sat back and pushed the g-string over her knees and felt them fall to the floor beneath the table. She stepped out of them and reached under the table for...

"Hey Lauren."

Katie bumped her head on the underside of the desk. There was another girl standing right next to the table. Katie balled the panties in one hand and slowly came up from under the desk. Both girls were staring at her when she emerged timidly. She shuffled her chair in until her belly was touching the table-edge, keeping her left hand under the table, while nonchalantly, she hoped, brushed the hair back from her face.

"Katie?"
"Hi Linda," she mumbled. Fucking Linda Tennant what was- She was on the Lacrosse team with Lauren, of course.
"Yeah well, can I get a ride to practice on Monday. My Mom's away and my Dad won't be home from work in time."
"Sure Lin. My Mom can drop you home afterwards too."
"Sweet, thanks Lauren. Hey Katie, you should try out for Lacrosse. Stacey Cotter is leaving at the end of the semester and in Lacrosse it doesn't matter all that much if you're short."
"Thanks Linda, but I'm not real sporty," Katie said, desperate for her to fuck off.
"Come on Kitty, you're exercising now right?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied meekly. Linda looked confused but she didn't want to pry.
"There you go then. Maybe not just yet, but if your fitness improves enough maybe at the end of semester..."
"Ok well see ya," said Linda a little quizzically.
"See ya on Monday," Lauren beamed.
"Panties," Lauren commanded once Linda was out of earshot.

Katie put her other hand under the table and folded the damp panties as best she could without being able to see. When she felt she was done she placed them on the table in front of her owner, desperate that no one would see and no one else would interrupt.

"These are soaked Kitty," Lauren said as picked up the sodden panties and transferred them to her bag. "I should have brought a plastic bag."

Katie hung her head, the shame of what she had done overriding her nervousness and fear. She had never not worn panties before, well apart from Monday. Her pussy was still terribly wet. Where would it all go now that her panties were not there to soak it up?

"Your pussy has such a strong scent Kitty. Better watch out or you'll have the neighbourhood dogs howling," Lauren laughed. "Linda was so funny. I could see her nose wrinkle before she even reached the table.

Katie could have died then and there. The humiliation was so intense that it actually made her nauseous. She knew she could be smelled, especially after that session in the restroom. She knew that when she mast-, that when she played with her pussy at home there was a smell that would linger unless she opened a window. It wasn't strong but she could smell it. And now she knew others could too.

She couldn't go back to class after this. She had to go home. She had to wash herself. Or, thought Katie, just spray some more perfume on. She had a tiny pack in her bag for situations just like this. Well not just like this she thought, but this was the best use it would ever be put to.

"This is my bag for tonight Kitty," Lauren said placing a small overnight bag on the table. "You can put it in your locker now. Once the bell rings you are to stay by your locker until I get there. Do you need to pee, Kitty?"
"No Miss."
"Whenever you are outside your house you are to ask permission to relieve yourself. You will text me with the request, 'May I pee please Miss.' You are then to wait for permission to be granted. Understand?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied despondently, all hopes of this being a shortlived game were quickly evaporating.

"When you are at home you may pee once between the hours of 6 and 7 am, once between 4 and 5 pm and once between 1 and 2 am. Outside of those times you are to request permission. You will do this by waiting online. You will sit in your chair wearing the shirt that is now in your bag. Your arms will be behind your back and your legs are to be spread. Once in position you are not to move until permission is granted or denied. Is that clear Kitty?"

"Yes Miss."

If she was totally truthful Katie didn't really understand. Control of one of the most everyday things she did was now taken from her. She never even thought about going to the toilet and know she would not only have to think about it, ask permission to even do it, but she would now have to judge when she needed to. She had no idea how many times she went to the toilet but she was sure it was more than three times a day. Sure on schooldays she could ask permission and know that Lauren was there. What would she do on weekends?

Katie's life was spiraling out of control. If she thought about it, really thought about it, she would realise that it was already well beyond her reach. She was property know, she belonged to another, she didn't have any control, not unless it had been strictly permitted her. But Katie refused to think about it, really think about it.

"So who did you talk to in the restroom?"

Katie was completely bewildered by the quick, seemingly random change in topic. She had to ask permission to pee now, but who had she talked to? Who had been the girl in the restroom? A place she was not going to visit without another person first allowing it.

"Um, Karen Henderson Miss," Katie replied, still a little lost.
"What did that bitch want?"
"Uh nothing Miss, she was fixing her makeup."
"Yeah sounds about right. So why did you speak to her?"
"Um she was standing there when I, when I had finished playing with my pussy. I think she knew what I was doing Miss."
"Rowdy little slut were you Kitty?"
"Um no Miss, I don't think so Miss but, well, she might have heard and, she. Miss she just seemed to know."
"Well so now she knows you're a slut. Now there are three people in on your secret. I suggest next time you should be more careful."

Next time? Katie looked at her owner not sure if she was serious. Lauren said she would always be truthful with her, she knew better than to question what she said.

"What's wrong Kitty?"
"Um Miss, I don't, I mean. It's not nice in the restrooms."
"True Kitty. Very true. Never let it be said that I don't look after my property. No more bathroom breaks for now."
"Thank you Miss," Katie said with real gratitude.

And there it was Lauren thought, that smile. She could see the tiny dimples the smile created in each cheek and could not help but smile back. This little slut was one in a million and she was hers. And their life together had only just begun.

"Hurry off to class now Kitty. We will be reviewing your grades this weekend. I won't own a dumb cunt.”
"Yes Miss," Katie replied forlornly. Her grades were not great. She was going to get in trouble for sure. They were good, not great, but she knew Lauren well enough by now to know that good would not be good enough.

Katie picked up Lauren's overnight bag and hurried to her locker. She needed to get this bag safe and get to class. And she needed to start paying attention. The state of her bottom may very well depend on it.

* * * * *

She had to do it. She had already left it too long. What if she didn’t get an answer back in time? She would have to wait another period and there was only one more before the end of class and after class she had to wait by her locker. She had been resisting the temptation to squirm in her seat all through Biology. Why had she waited so long? She knew the answer before the question was even asked. The very thought of having to ask permission to go to the toilet caused a strange fluttering tightness in her belly every time she thought of it. She needed to go to the restroom, and not only to pee.

Through three classes and lunch she had been worried about her pussy. She could feel the moisture between her legs and she had become increasingly worried that it would mark her skirt. The last thing she needed was to be walking around with a wet-spot on her skirt. She had tried to walk from class to class and take her seat as quickly as possible but after lunch she realised that was probably not the best thing to do. When she was standing up it wasn’t a problem, her juices would, if anything, just wet her thighs. It was when she sat down that her sex would come in contact with her skirt.

If she went to the toilet she could make sure she wiped her pussy of more than the stray drop of pee. She didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of this earlier. It could have saved her so much worrying, paranoia and humiliation. There was, however, the one remaining hurdle. She had to ask permission to pee. She really had no choice now. She either asked or she simply went without permission. She had asked herself a hundred times if Lauren had been serious and the answer was always the same: don’t be so fucking stupid, of course she was serious. Katie just didn’t know if she could actually do it. She didn’t know what the big sticking point was, it was just that every time she got out her phone to send the text, she couldn’t even begin to type the message.

She had allowed Lauren to inspect her naked body, she had played with her pussy at Lauren’s command, she exercised morning and afternoon because Lauren told her to. What was the big deal with asking permission to pee? What was next? Asking permission to talk or eat? The actual prospect made the pretty teen pale and she quickly dismissed that line of thought. Focus Katie, you have to do this. Now or never and if it’s never then you know what’s coming.

“May I pee please Miss.”

Katie stared at the text message for almost a minute before she hit send. A strange sensation washed over her when she realised it was done; the message was gone, there was nothing she could do about it now. Her fate was sealed. That was it wasn’t it? She felt like the sending of that text was somehow a turning point. All sorts of metaphors flickered through her mind but they all meant the same thing: she was committed. This wasn’t a game. It wasn’t some harmless fun so Lauren could get her kicks for a week or two. She was serious. She owned Katie now. That was the heart of it all. That one foolish afternoon had led her to this. All she could hope for now was that Lauren would have her fun and lose interest, eventually releasing her from this torment. What could she do until then? Be obedient and do what she was told, try and be good. What else could she do?

Katie stared at her phone until she sat down in her next class. No answer had come. She had turned her phone onto silent so unless she was vigilant she would not know if Lauren had replied with her permission. And now it was too late. This was her last class of the day. She would have to wait now until she got home. She had to try and pay attention in this last class. Her big claims of being a good student and paying attention had been scattered the moment that insistent little pressure on her bladder began. Her focus was shattered and the classes since had turned into one long monotonous blur.

Her last class was economics, the most boring of all subjects. Typical of the school to schedule it as the last class before the weekend. It was like they wanted to guarantee that half the students would be asleep and the other half were thinking about the weekend. All Katie could think about was relieving the growing pressure in her bladder.

“Katie?”
‘Yeah.”
“Wow, you’re jumpy,” laughed Louise.

Katie smiled weakly at her classmate. She had been miles away, amidst growing fears of disobedience if she could not wait until Lauren gave her permission and of thoughts of what the night would bring. She had been oblivious to what was going on around her. It wasn’t as if Louise was a ninja or anything, she had just not been paying attention. She needed to, she knew. She could get in trouble if she didn’t start staying focused.

“Sorry, just daydreaming I guess,” Katie recovered quickly.
“Yeah well, I think you sat in something.”

The comment was an innocent one. It was meant to be helpful. She had sat in something, sure. Remain calm. Act naturally. Say thank you and sit down, maybe even laugh, brush it off as nothing special. Katie frantically told herself all these things. She knew what she should do, her brain knew but her body had different ideas. Her face flushed a bright red so quickly it seemed as if someone had flicked a switch. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, not even a strangled squeak. Do something! Say something, she pleaded with herself.

Louise stood there dumbfounded at the unexpected response. It looked as if Katie was choking or something. “Katie are you alright? You look weird.”

“No, I mean yes,” Katie gasped, finally finding her voice, though maybe she should not have bothered. Was babbling better than silence? “I mean I’m ok, I felt a bit funny for a second there, but I’m ok. Seriously. Thanks for letting me know though. I will, um, check it out after class. Thanks.”

Katie scurried to her seat, desperate to hide her shame. Louise was just being nice but she had brought Katie’s world crashing down upon her. Louise thought she had sat in something but what would others think. How long had it been there? How many other people had seen it and not told her? What did it look like? Could you tell it was from her sex? Of course not, she snapped, or Louise would have said ‘your cunt’s leaked on your skirt slut’. Louise may not have guessed but had Karen seen? She would know for sure.

The young girl’s mind spiraled down tangents of ever increasing humiliation. She tried frantically to rein in her frenetic thoughts but no matter what she thought of she could not calm herself. She was making it worse. That was the thought that kept spinning to the forefront of the maelstrom inside her head. Each second she was sitting down she made it worse. Her vagina was leaking more and more, soaking into her skirt and leaving an obvious mark. How big was it now? An inch across? Two inches?

Oh my god, the distraught teen, wailed, resting her feverish head in her hands. Had she left marks behind on the chairs? Had anyone noticed the little spot of dampness after she stood up? She had left little wet-spots behind, she knew she had. No doubt they had been seen too. Was Louise really being nice or was that a snide joke at her expense? Was she really just letting Katie know that she knew that her pussy was so wet it was leaking into her skirt? Had her bizarre reaction simply confirmed her guilt?

She couldn’t help it. The humiliation had slapped her like a blow from Lauren’s hand. Her face still burned, she could feel the heat pulsing from her face, neck and chest. It was making her sweaty; her palms were clammy and she could taste the salty beads of sweat on her upper lip. She was losing it. Correction, she was lost. Katie didn’t know what to do. She sat in her chair and stared at the teacher. His mouth was moving but she could not hear the words. She couldn’t ask to be excused, then everyone would watch her as she left, they would all see the mark on her skirt, the mark of her shameful arousal. She had to sit here until the class ended.

Katie heard the bell only as a distant clanging and didn’t quite realise until she noticed everyone else leaving. The dazed teen collected her bag and shuffled out the door, careful to stay facing her preoccupied teacher. She was the last to leave the classroom but the halls were full of people rushing to get home and begin their two days of freedom. How was she going to get to her locker? She had been walking around for god knows how long with this huge stain on her skirt but now she knew it was there everything had changed. She couldn’t walk sideways the whole way, that would be sure to get everyone looking at her. She couldn’t just wait until the halls emptied, she had to be waiting by her locker for Lauren and then she had to catch the bus home. The bus! That was something she could not think about right now.

Her schoolbag! She could walk with her bag slung really low so it covered her ass. It would look a little strange sure, but better than the alternative. Katie lengthened the strap of her bag to the maximum and slid it around until it covered her behind. It bounced with each step she took but it covered her. She wasn’t even sure where the mark was but it was the best she could do right now. The walk to her locker felt like it was five miles long. Laughter, at her? No just two girls giggling about something stupid. Last corner, a sigh of relief burst from her when she realised her locker was now only feet away.

Katie turned the corner and her heart sank. Lauren was already at her locker waiting. She had changed into a very cute exercise outfit, small shorts and a tight top with a Y-shaped back that showed off Lauren’s taut stomach and toned shoulders. She looked very sexy. She also looked unhappy. Katie scurried forward to face her owner.

“Take my schoolbag. I will be running to your place. You have a text with your orders.”

With that, Lauren left, stalking imperiously down the hall, her tight butt rippling attractively beneath the tiny shorts. Katie was left dazed and confused by the terse meeting. It must be six miles to my house, she thought. The bus would arrive long before Lauren did. The bus! Katie fumbled with the combination on her locker. She would have to hurry to the bus. She didn’t want to lose her seat, or worse, miss the bus altogether. She was soon scrambling to the bus, struggling with three bags. Where was she going to put it all anyway? What would she say if someone asked her what it all was?

It had waited. Katie breathed deeply, shuffling the last few steps to the waiting bus. When she stepped up and faced the interior, it seemed as if every conversation ended and everyone was staring at her. Holy shit, it’s like one of those old westerns, Katie thought, shocked as to what could have prompted this sudden interest. She could almost imagine the sound of the rickety old piano fading into the silence.

“Sit,” snapped the driver, Mrs Farrell. She always reminded Katie of that crazy bitch bus driver from South Park. Her hair even looked like a bird had been nesting in it half the time. “Lazy kids, how ‘bout you make sure you’re on time. Wadda ya got so many bags for? Going on a trip? You will if you don’t siddown. Sit!”

There were no other seats available except the one right behind the driver. Katie slumped despondently into the chair, shoving Laurens overnight bag at her feet. It was only then that she noticed who she was sitting next to. Pierre, fucking Pierre. He had to sit up the front of the bus because he was a fucking little perv. All the girls had slowly banished him forward until he was sitting on his own. He never actually did anything wrong exactly, he just stared at you: at your boobs, at your skirt, trying desperately to catch a glimpse of something underneath. Most guys looked and hoped, but in glances. Pierre just stared, he had no tact. He was two years younger but still.

“Hi Katie.”
“Hi Pierre,” Katie replied, trying her best to keep her tone non-committal, desperately hoping he would stop there.
“You’ve got a lot of bags today.”
“Yeah.”

Good one creep, I know you aren’t looking at the bags but my skirt isn’t that short. What if he did see though? Katie pressed her knees more tightly together and placed her bag across her lap. All that did was make Pierre shift his gaze to her breasts. Katie squirmed uncomfortably under his lascivious stare. Normally she would have told him to fuck off, but today she had too much at stake. She would have to suffer in silence.

“There’s a weird smell in the bus today.”

Katie’s heart began to beat so hard and fast it made her chest hurt. Please don’t blush, please, please. Fuck. The anxious teen felt the heat rise. All she could do was look away, out the front of the bus and count the stops until her house. Had she really forgotten the smell? Was she so used to it know that she no longer noticed it? No, there it was, still strong. Lauren wasn’t joking, other people could smell it. At least Pierre had no idea what it was. Surely it was not strong enough to be there constantly or for it to travel too far. It was a subtle scent surely.

“So you smell it Katie?”
“Uh no.”
“It smells a bit like sour milk or something. So what are you doing on the weekend?”
“Not much.” God will you shut the fuck up, Katie screamed. All she wanted to do was ride the bus in silence, get home, get out of her stained skirt and relax. Relax? She wasn’t sure relaxing would exactly be on the agenda for that night.
“I wonder if anyone else smells it, maybe it’s just on the window or something.”

Shit, why won’t he shut the fuck up about it. Katie started to panic. What if he started asking other people if they could smell it? What if someone came over and started sniffing around? They would be sure to trace it to her. The guys might not have a clue but one of the girls surely. Karen! Was Karen on her bus. Please God, no. Katie tried to remember if she had seen Karen, did she usually catch this bus. No, she drove, thank Christ. Disaster averted but she would have to do something if she didn’t want the whole bus to know her wet pussy was wafting her arousal around the bus.

“Um I think I do smell something. Maybe someone stepped in something. Best to keep the window open,” Katie said nervously, trying her best to keep the tremor from her voice. Genius, finally a cohesive thought.
“I can’t seem to get it open,” Pierre said innocently, his small hands fumbling at the window.

Katie sighed knowing exactly the game that was being played. She couldn’t sit this out though. If Pierre got someone else to come over, then they would smell her and it would spread around the bus like wildfire. She knew what the boring bus rides were like. Anything that distracted the kids from the monotony of the bumpy ride was latched onto and blown out of all proportion. Katie took a deep breath, leaned in front of Pierre and opened the window, the pane of glass in its metal frame sliding smoothly. Little fucker, Katie thought, noticing Pierre’s eyes almost bulging from his head as her breasts flashed past his face. She saw his hands twitch, as if he was fighting the urge to reach out and squeeze her pert bosom. Katie quickly sat back in her seat, feeling dirty, soiled by the young perverts thoughts.

After that, Pierre seemed to be satisfied. He was happy enough to glance sidelong at Katie’s chest, watching mesmerised as her pert breasts bounced with each bump in the road. Katie’s discomfort grew with each stop. The fewer people there seemed left on the bus, the bolder Pierre became. By the time it was her turn to get off he was almost turned facing her, staring at her bosom with undisguised lust. She had fidgeted constantly, but had resigned herself to simply sitting still. She had crossed her arms but realised that simply pushed her breasts up, she had shifted her weight to one side but soon discovered this had pulled her blouse taut across her breasts creating an even more attractive view. Katie snuck one quick glance as she shifted her bags. He looked crazed, as if he was ready to pounce on her and bite her boobs off.

Finally, thankfully, the bus pulled to her stop. She gathered all her bags and made sure to slide across the seat, hoping the untainted parts of her skirt would soak up any moisture from the plastic seat. She had not forgotten the fountain between her legs. She could feel the slimy damp on her thighs and cringed at the thought of Pierre seeing any evidence of her arousal. She waited until the bus stopped before scurrying out as fast as she could.

“Bye Katie,” Pierre called, but she was out of the bus and walking purposefully down the street. That was definitely not an experience she ever wanted to repeat.

Chapter 4. Sleepover
“Go straight to your room. Remove your shoes. Place my overnight bag on your bed, my schoolbag under your desk. Have a bottle of cold water on a coaster on your desk. Wait for my arrival.”

Those were her instructions. She had followed them to the letter. She was now standing at attention in her room, facing her door. She had let her Mother know that Lauren would be along, that she was running from school. Her mother seemed to think that was admirable and had looked at Katie pointedly. There were two texts on her phone when she had checked. Her instructions were the second text. The other simply said ‘No’. She had not been given permission to go to the toilet, and anyway the chance had passed. Her bladder felt like it was going to burst if she didn’t do something about it soon.

Katie snuck a glance at the clock on her ipod dock. She had been waiting here for almost 10 minutes. Lauren was sure to be here any second. As the minutes had passed her anxiety had grown. She was home now, in the relative safety, peace and quiet of her room. No one was looking at her now, smelling her, judging her. Still she was not relaxed. She had twisted around, trying to see the mark on her skirt but she had not been told she could remove her skirt or go to the bathroom, Lauren was pretty clear. She needed to know how bad it was. She needed to know what she would be facing when she went back to school on Monday.

She was home and in her room. With the door closed, where no one could see. And she was standing at attention because a 16 year old girl had ordered her to, in a text. The absurdity of the situation was enough to make anyone laugh but Katie was not laughing. This was not a joke. It was real. Nothing in her life had ever been more real. She had felt it every second of every day since Lauren had sent that first text. She was trapped, as the property of another girl. She had spent countless hours attempting to concoct some way out. She had come up with nothing. This would end when Lauren wanted it to end, she held all the cards.

Katie unconsciously straightened her posture when she heard the doorbell ring. “Katie, your friend is here,” she heard her Mother yell a moment later. What should she do now? She had been told to wait. Should she go down and meet her owner, introduce her to her Mom? Would that be ok, or was she supposed to wait in her room at attention? The confused teen took one hesitant step forward then moved back into position. She hoped it was the right thing to do.

Moments later her door burst open and Lauren stepped into the room. She was red-faced and sweating profusely but Katie thought she had never seemed cuter. Her skin shined as if she was lathered in diamonds, even her eyes sparkled alluringly. Lauren closed the door, walked straight past Katie and broke the seal on the bottle of water. Katie dared not turn but she heard Lauren gulping the water down before gasping loudly.

“Your room is a mess Kitty. Maybe I should have called you piglet, hmmm.”

Katie could say nothing, she simply stood silently accepting the rebuke she knew she had deserved. She should have cleaned up her room. She had, a bit, but there was even still some clothes on the floor by the door, her security clothes. Katie could hear Lauren moving around behind her. It took a supreme effort of will not to twist her head to see what she was doing. She could still hear Lauren breathing hard from her run but she could tell it was beginning to come back to normal.

“You have pretty crap taste in music Kitty. Do you just listen to everything everyone else does?”
“Uh, yes Miss?”
“Kitty a slave answers the questions she is asked. She does not answer a question with a question unless she wants her ass smacked until it’s glowing like a rosy red apple.”
“Sorry Miss.”
“I don’t ever want to hear this… this noise. In fact we’ll delete them later. There are a couple here you can keep. You don’t read Kitty?”
“Um no Miss, not really.”
“This isn’t a part of this whole ‘dumb cunt’ persona you are into is it?”
“No Miss,” replied Katie, exasperatedly. She didn’t hate reading, she just never found the time. She wasn’t dumb either, she just… She was… She was lazy, she knew.
“Time for your exercise now Kitty. Oh Kitty did you sit in something?”
“No Miss,” Katie said, her voice a humiliated whisper.
“Then what is that mark on your skirt?”
“Miss the mark is from my pussy.” Katie could have died as Lauren giggled behind her.
“Let’s have a closer look. Take it off.”

Katie undid the small zip at the side of the skirt that would allow it to slide over her hips. Had Lauren locked the door? She couldn’t remember seeing her do it. She was facing the doorway, naked from the waist down. If her mother came in now she would die. The half-naked teen handed her skirt to her owner worried at the reaction the evidence of her constant arousal would elicit. She was also curious herself to see the mark, she still did not know how bad it was.

“Kitty,” Lauren laughed, “how long was this there?”
“Um I don’t know Miss. It might have been after I was naughty and wasn’t allowed panties Miss.”
“No doubt, no doubt,” agreed the clearly amused girl. “Still wet?
“Y… yes Miss.”

Katie tensed as she felt Lauren’s hand slide passed her buttocks, seeking the heat between her legs. A short, sharp moan escaped her as two fingers parted her lips and slid inside her. Her body was no longer her own. Lauren treated her as the property she was, violating her at a whim, without a thought for the feelings of the young girl. Katie accepted the treatment obediently, remaining in position despite the urge to dance away from the questing fingers, or squirm down upon them.

“Welly welly welly welly well. Has your pussy been soaking like this all day?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie gasped as the twisting fingers slipped out of their warm sheath.

Lauren stepped in front of the trembling teen and smeared her slimy fingers across Katie’s upper lip and nose. She smiled as Katie’s mouth opened as the fingers approached. She wasn’t sure if it was her training or the sheer eagerness to taste herself. She rewarded the panting girl and slid her fingers past the plump lips, rubbing them along the soft, wriggling tongue. Katie looked directly in Lauren’s eyes, but the pale ghostly orbs intimidated her and she lowered her gaze demurely, suckling all the while on the other girl’s fingers.

“Clean your skirt as well. Your mother should not have to clean your cunt slime.”

Katie cringed at the term but dutifully took her skirt. Finally she had a chance to see what she been so worried about, it was probably no bigger than a dime. The young girl’s eyes grew wide as she saw the two inch wide stain. The rich magenta of the skirt had turned almost black as the moisture had well and truly soaked the material. How had she not felt this? She tried to position the stain and realised that it must have sat directly below her butt, where the fall off the skirt kept it away from her skin, and when she was sitting she thought that it was just her pussy.

Salty tears welled up in the pretty teen’s eyes as the humiliation fell in waves upon her. She had been walking around almost all day with a pussy stain on her skirt. No one had said anything, no one until Louise in the final period of the day. Did everyone hate her that much? Was it so funny they couldn’t bear to have it end? Two tiny tears ran down her cheeks as she turned the skirt inside out and saw the slimy discharge that had oozed from her pussy over the course of the day. She sniffed back a sob as she lifted the skirt to her mouth and tentatively licked the colourless goo from the skirt.

“Don’t tickle it with your tongue Kitty, lap it up. You made the mess, it is only right you should clean it.”

Katie extended her tongue and licked the wet-spot, forcing the entire width of her tongue to the material. The tears fell freely, the single track on each cheek becoming a stream of despair. She could not believe that she was being forced to lick her sexual discharge from her own clothing. Then again, she could not believe her pussy was capable of doing such a thing.

“Good girl, you are lapping that up like a proper little Kitty. You already know a thing or two about tongues lapping it would seem.”

Katie almost choked at the painful reminder of the reason for her bondage. If she could have just one wish she would turn back time to that afternoon and simply go to a movie instead. Katie was constantly off-balance, one moment Lauren would be so sweet to her, like a real best friend and the next she could be cold, harsh and even cruel. The poor teenager never knew what she could expect from one moment to the next.

“Enough Kitty, I am sure it is clean enough, though if you had your way I guess we would be here all night until you had worn a hole in that pretty skirt,” chuckled Lauren. “Time for your exercises Kitty. Blouse and bra off and begin.”
“Excuse me Miss, but did you-“ Katie began but stopped abruptly as Lauren’s face hardened and she stepped closer to her.
“Kitty,” began Lauren, squeezing her chin with one hand, pushing her cheeks together painfully. “You don’t just prattle on once you have been given a task to do. If I wanted to hear someone speak I would train a parrot. If you wish to speak, you ask permission. ‘Excuse me Miss’ was correct but you wait until you are acknowledged, you do not just go blundering on. Understand?”
“Yes Miss.”
“Now get undressed.”
“Yes Miss. Excuse me Miss,” Katie persisted as she lifted her blouse over her head.
“Yes Kitty?”
“Miss is the door locked, only my Mom does come up here sometimes,” Katie gushed.
“Kitty I will worry about the door, its lock and your Mother. You have only one concern and that is pleasing your owner. Now you were told what to do.”

Katie sighed, knowing she could do no more. She began her exercises, the same as she had done each afternoon that week. This time however she was naked and her owner was hovering over her, no doubt critiquing her performance. Katie hoped she could see the improvement. That would show her that she had been doing as she was told.

Lauren watched the naked girl like a hawk as she progressed through the basic regime she had set her. She smiled, unable to contain her joy, when Katie counted out her ‘creamy pussy’s’. As Katie stood breathlessly, all her requirements completed, Lauren knew she had been faithful. It was a slave’s duty to constantly improve however and it was high time that Katie did.

“Good girl Kitty. I have an extra set that you will integrate into your regime. Get that cute butt down on the floor. Scooch you knees up. Lie back, cross your hands over your chest. No Kitty, loop your arms around your boobs, you want to show them off not squash them. Good girl.”

Katie contorted her body into the desired position, knowing what would come next. She was surprised, however, when Lauren crouched down at her feet and deftly picked up each foot and spread her legs. She looked down the prostrate girl’s body: past her hairy sex, the delicate pink folds of her vagina peeking through the thick black bush, past the soft bulge of her belly and past the pert breasts cupped in the folds of her crossed arms. Katie met her gaze, keenly aware of the way her body was displayed.

“Ten sit-ups Kitty,” Lauren said as she pressed gently on each foot. “Bring your body up for each rep. Keep you back straight Kitty. Come on, you should not have to be told that.”

Katie grunted as she used her usually dormant muscles to curl her upper body towards her raised knees. The exercises she had been doing all week must have helped, she doubted she could have managed one otherwise.

“Don’t just flop back down like a dead fish. Though I do think I can smell one,” Lauren laughed at the distraught look that flashed across Katie’s face. “Only teasing Kitty, your pussy is lovely, shaggy but lovely. Nine more.”

What felt like a shock of electricity skittered up her body at her owner’s words. She knew her pussy was opening gently with each rep, she could feel it. Lauren was right down there, her face a foot away from her sex. No one had ever been that close. She tried to imagine the aroma that Lauren could smell. Katie could smell her sex and she was much farther away. Was it becoming more potent or was it just that the comments had brought it to the forefront of her mind once again.

Lauren followed Katie’ struggle, noting the movements of her body, the play of her muscles, the puckering of her pussy. She had counted each one for her girl, doing this small favour for her pretty slave. Each crunch became slower and more laboured. The tenth took so long that Lauren was sure Katie would fail. When she lay back panting, jubilant that she had completed the full set, Lauren called for one more. Katie’s eyes flicked open, she almost questioned Lauren, she had done ten, Lauren had even counted them, but she bit back her disobedience and struggled through one more.

“One more Kitty. Do this one for me.”

Katie took a deep, defeated breath and struggled once more to lift her body off the floor. Her arms were tensed, almost crushing her tender breasts within their embrace. Her feet were almost coming off the floor, despite Lauren leaning on them with all her strength. Her stomach quivered as she pushed herself one last time. She made it, she looked Lauren in the eyes, excited at the happiness and pride she saw there. She could not help herself this time, her muscles gave way and she flopped back onto the floor but a smile was on her lips. She had not failed.

“Come Kitty, you can bathe me.”

Lauren grabbed the stunned girl’s hand and pulled her to her feet. She opened the door, peered down the hall and led her charge to the bathroom. How she knew where it was Katie couldn’t guess but her mind was on other things. Bathe? Would they shower together? Did that mean she was going to see Lauren naked? Katie wasn’t sure how to feel about that. There was a nervous fluttering in her belly, or was that just her muscles twitching from her recent exertions. Seeing Lauren naked seemed like a step that she wasn’t ready for, not that her readiness meant anything in the scheme of things. She hadn’t been ready, or willing, for any of this to happen and yet it had.

“There aren’t enough towels Kitty. Fetch me another,” Lauren commanded.

Katie, still breathless from the exercises plodded gingerly back to the door. The linen cupboard was at the very end of the hall. A good six feet away. There and back in seconds. She listened carefully. How much time was there between starting up the stairs and being able to see along the landing. She should be able to make it even if she heard someone coming.

Katie jumped out the door, yelping at the stinging pain in her left buttock. She ran to the linen cupboard, grabbed a towel and dashed back, the whole time rubbing her smarting behind. Lauren must have really wound up for that one. She could see the handprint already formed large across her butt, like some prehistoric cave painting. It lay directly across the three fading bruises of the cane marks she had received on Monday. She never wanted to feel that cane again.

“Now Kitty. You asked to pee earlier this afternoon. Do you wish to do so now?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie said hurriedly, the desire to pee pounding her poor bladder like the violent surf after a storm.

“Kitty, see how I look after you. It seems that you found me at just the right time. You aren’t taking care of yourself. But you have me now. If you wish for permission you must ask Kitty.”
“May I pee please Miss?”
“Yes Kitty, let’s have a look.”

Um, what? She had peed while her Mom had been in the shower once but no one had ever watched her. She couldn’t have meant what she thought she did. The naked girl stepped gingerly to the toilet, glancing back at Lauren as she did so. Lauren matched her pace and stood directly in front of the toilet as she reached down and lifted the lid. Katie sat meekly, looking up at her owner tower over her.

“Spread your legs Kitty. Sit up straight. Why are you always hunching over like Quasimodo. I swear the next time I tell you to straighten up you will be punished, severely.”
“Yes Miss,” Katie said despondently.

“And where do you think your hands should be?” Lauren asked, when she noticed Katie’s hands flopping listlessly at her side. Katie sheepishly slid her hands behind her back, looking down at her widely spread knees. “Good girl. Begin.”

Katie needed to pee. She really did. She had been wanting to go for hours. Now that she was here, there was nothing. She was being watched, that was part of it, but the humiliating position she had to adopt was the bigger impediment. Katie could not believe someone would actually want to watch someone else peeing. That was wrong. If she couldn’t go would she be punished? She had asked and she had been given permission, if she didn’t go now would that mean that she was disobeying an order?

“Kitty?”

Katie looked timidly at Lauren and her pee blasted from her like a firehose. She wanted to look away, she could feel her colour rise, her chest and face became uncomfortably hot, but she was caught by Lauren’s eyes. She couldn’t see what was in their depths, the paleness of the blue looked almost otherworldly in this light. Lauren’s face was lightly shadowed but her eyes seemed to blaze with an internal light. Katie could not look away. Her urine continued to flow, splashing noisily in the bowl below her. She felt so small and dirty, she felt worthless and ugly, yet she could not look away. How could Lauren stand to look at her like this?

Her flow began to slow, then stop. A last few drops plinked into the bowl before Katie could wrench her eyes from Lauren’s hypnotic gaze. “Give a little wiggle Kitty. It’s always best to get those last few drops away.” Katie did as she was told, wiggling her behind like a happy puppy. “One square Kitty. Fold once and dab, never wipe.”

The naked teen obediently dabbed at her pussy, dropped the paper in the toilet and stood up to flush. She had just had someone watch her pee for the first time. Not only that but she had been issued orders along the way, trained like an animal. She shivered at the thought, eager to leave the episode behind.

“Start the shower Kitty. When it is the right temperature, kneel by the shower door until you are needed.”

Katie rushed to the shower and turned the hot water tap on first, allowing the pipes to heat up. The shower was a little finicky but she knew all its tricks. A few moments later, she turned on the cold and fiddled with the flow until she had a nice steady stream of steaming hot water. Kneel until she was needed? She didn’t particularly like the sound of that but her likes and wants, and needs, she had come to realise, were not important. She knelt down on the mat outside the shower door, legs spread widely and waited.

Katie’s breath caught as Lauren walked confidently passed her and stepped into the shower. Her body was exquisite. Her slim, toned body was the lightest tan all over. The way her muscles tightened and stretched as she moved was intoxicating. Her breasts were small and round, half the size of her own but they suited Lauren. They were little pixie breasts, Katie smiled. It was when Lauren stepped under the water and turned to face Katie that her heart had skipped a beat.

Lauren’s pussy was completely bare. The smooth skin of her belly continued unbroken down to the delicate pink lips between her legs. As the water ran down Lauren’s lithe form, Katie could only stare at the enticing cleft between her mellow thighs. All she could see was the thinnest of lines between the rounded lips of her sex. She looked so tight Katie wondered if she could even fit a finger between those soft silky lips.

Katie looked down at her own body, disgusted at the thoughts that had come unbidden into her mind. She was not a lesbian. When she mast-, when she played with her pussy she thought of boys. She had kissed four boys and Scott had even touched her breasts, through her clothes. Lauren had a great body, like a movie star’s and she was just thinking that it was nice, that’s all. She liked to look at pretty outfits too that didn’t mean she didn’t want them. Well she did but not all of them. Well she did but… Just shut the fuck up, you are hopeless at metaphors. Lesbian!

God, she was even teasing herself now. She had to get a grip. She had been told to wait until she was needed and Lauren had said before that she was going to bathe her. She was soon going to have to get in the shower with another girl and wash her like… like a maid. Like a slave. Just say it, everyone else is thinking it. Everyone else, yeah one person. Yeah, one person who owns you. Why did she do this to herself? People said it was a sign of madness if you talked to yourself. What about if you argued with yourself?

“Come Kitty.”

Katie sprang to her feet, instantly ashamed of her enthusiasm. It was a little cold out of the shower, she could feel the cold of the tiles rising through the thin mat. She stepped in to the shower and closed the door behind her. She thought of what her parents would think if they knew what was going on. If they knew they were both in the bathroom at once they would no doubt just think that they were mucking around like normal 16 year old girls did. What would they really think if they knew that their daughter was a slave who was about to wash her owner?

“Wash my hair first Kitty. Then you may wash my body. Soap and hands Kitty.”
“Yes Miss,” Katie replied breathlessly.

Her breasts slid across Laurens back as she moved past for the shampoo. She felt her nipples stiffen at the touch. Fuck, this wasn’t happening. Katie’s mind was a blur as she lathered the taller girl’s hair, having to stand on her tiptoes to massage the top of Lauren’s head. Both girls were silent, Lauren luxuriating in the attentions of her slave. Katie however was in constant turmoil. She could feel a maddening pressure low in her belly, very low she corrected.

“Good girl Kitty, you have gentle hands,” Lauren sighed.
“Thank you Miss.”
“Have you ever washed another girl’s hair before Kitty?”
“No Miss.”
“Were you thinking of going to college Kitty?”
“Um, I… I don’t know Miss.”
“Kitty,” chided Lauren. Katie winced at the tone in her owner’s voice. How could she turn that one word into so many different feelings. With a small change in her voice Katie could be praised or chastised.
“Sorry Miss, I did want to go to college.”
“To do what?”
“I don’t know Miss.”
“Yes that seems about right for you Kitty. Lazy and listless. Well we will have a look at your grades later and see. Do you know how to wash a superior Kitty?”
“Uh yes Miss,” Katie replied uncertainly. Well how hard could it be?
“We shall see.”

Once Katie had rinsed Lauren’s hair she took the soap and lathered it between her hands. Where should she start? Shoulders. Shoulders were a good place, nice and neutral.

“No Kitty,” Lauren said, quietly and gently but with a hint of admonishment. “First angle the water away. You want to keep that lather. Give the soap to me Kitty. Now hush Kitty. Hush and learn.”

Katie was transported into another world as Lauren lathered her young body. Small, but ever-increasing circles eased the tension from her shoulders and back. Lauren’s soapy hands slid down Katie’s soft body caressing her curves with long sensuous strokes. Katie leaned forward, pressing her hands against the frosted glass wall of the shower as Lauren reached from behind and massaged her pert breasts. Her agile fingers slipped and slid as they tried to grasp each hard nipple. Katie gasped at the maddening touch. She moaned, wondering at first where the sound was coming from, not realising it was from her own mouth.

Her knees trembled as the soapy hands slid down her belly and into the thick bush hiding her precious cave. Lauren’s fingers played a sensual symphony amidst the tight black curls, creating a white lather to cover the black. Katie was scrabbling for purchase on the glass-slick wall, moaning desperately for something to grasp, something to squeeze. She pushed her young face into the glass and panted uncontrollably as Lauren slid a hand between her buttocks and across the tightly puckered ripple that lay betwixt the cheeks. Her finger slid back and forth across the sensitive bud, threatening with each motion to slide inside her hot pussy that was creating a lather of its own.

Gooseflesh rippled her entire left side as Lauren breathed into her ear, her mouth brushing the sensitive skin, “Now you Kitty.”

Lauren stepped back from the panting girl, smiling with a sensual triumph. Katie was slumped against the frosted glass wall of the shower, her weak knees buckled inwards, her ass thrust out for attention. Her head was turned to the side, leaned against the glass as if exhausted. Her mouth was parted, each gasping breath coating the glass with a moist fog. Katie groaned as she realised that Lauren was waiting for her. Her owner had finished the demonstration, leaving her more frustrated than ever before. There was an almost overwhelming pressure between her legs. She could feel her clit, so hard it felt as it would burst like an overripe grape. But she had a duty to fulfill.

Katie tried to collect herself, rubbed the soap between her hands and took deep, calming breaths. It was all Lauren could do not to burst out laughing. The pent-up sexual frustration was oozing from every pore of the pretty teenager’s body. It was not her time to come, not yet. She would come when she decided and not before. She had a plan for the young girl that would guarantee she would never forget her first orgasm as a slave.

Katie tried to emulate Lauren’s performance but she knew she was not as good. She tried to be sensual but she felt as if she was simply workmanlike. When she washed Lauren’s breasts she almost forgot where she was and what she was doing. Lauren had taken hold of her hands and pressed them into her breasts, moving them in slow circles as she leaned down and kissed the breathless girl. Katie responded with a vigour born of frustration, pressing forward, her tongue pushing past Lauren’s lips searching for its partner. Lauren could feel the shorter girl’s hard nipples pressing into her chest. I’ll have to be careful, she could have my eye out, she chuckled to herself.

Katie would have stayed that way all day, her lips locked with her owner, breathing her breath, tasting her mouth, but Lauren pushed her away and gently, but insistently, moved her hands lower. Katie washed the thin hips and taut belly, hesitant to go lower. Her hands caressed Lauren’s hard stomach almost a dozen times before she worked up the courage to slide her soapy hand lower. The smoothness of the bare mons was delicious, but the feel of the silky smooth lips made Katie shudder. Lauren did not permit her to linger, turning around so Katie could finish her task. She did not want to deal with a similar frustration, her own time would come soon enough.

Katie felt terribly wicked when she slipped a hand hesitantly between the tight globes of Lauren’s ass. Her finger searched for the tight puckering and a shiver rippled through her body as she found it. She had just touched another girl’s asshole. She felt as wicked as she had when… Katie went cold, despite the steam rising from where the hot water fell behind her. Reality came crashing down so hard she almost collapsed to the floor of the shower. What the fuck was she doing? She was NOT A FUCKING LESBIAN. She didn’t even like this girl. She was blackmailing her, using her, abusing her. She didn’t care about her, she only wanted a toy for her perverted fantasies.

How could she have fallen for it? How could she have done those things? She felt dirty, not twenty minutes ago she had been forced to piss while another girl watched and commented, and told her what to do. Her fucking parents were downstairs for Christ’s sake. Katie quickly finished washing Lauren’s legs and stood up, surveying the soapy body she had washed.

"I have finished Miss."
"So you have Kitty. Fetch my towel and wait."

Katie stepped out of the shower and danced over to the towel she had collected earlier. She hurried back to the mat on tiptoes, leaving small puddles with each step. So what was she supposed-

"Hold it out Kitty. A slave waits on the pleasure of her owner," instructed Lauren as she turned lazily under the warm water, rinsing off the last of the soap.

Katie spread the towel out in front of her body, ready for when her owner had finished in the shower. She watched Lauren as she enjoyed the steaming water. Katie was getting colder with each passing moment as the water cooled on her body. It must have been five minutes before Lauren decided she had had enough. She stepped out of the shower and into the waiting towel. Katie dutifully wrapped it around Lauren's dripping body.

"Dry, Kitty."

Katie obeyed, gently wiping Lauren's body with long soft strokes of the towel. Thankfully Lauren had squeezed most of the water out of her hair and it dripped only lightly. Katie soon found herself on her knees as she dabbed her owner's legs and feet. Lauren stood admiring herself in the mirror as Katie dried her body.

"I will dry my hair Kitty."
"Yes Miss."

Katie relinquished the towel, remaining on her knees as Lauren whipped the towel violently across her head. All she could do was watch and wait. Gooseflesh covered her entire body as the last of the cold water rolled down her naked body. The cold had quickly become uncomfortable but she said nothing. Once she was dry Lauren threw the towel on the floor and began to go through the cupboard under the sink. Katie watched her lithe movements, wondering what she was looking for.

"Kitty, you have wet the floor. Clean it."
"Yes Miss."

Katie almost scowled but caught herself in time. She wanted to get dry and warm but apparently her work was not yet down. She picked up the damp towel and crawled across the floor soaking up each tiny pool of water she had created. By the time she returned to the mat, cleaning the extra drips she had left while cleaning the first, the towel was soaked.

Lauren took the dry towel from atop the small basket in the corner and wrapped it around her body. "Dry yourself Kitty, then hang the towel up to dry. I will see you in your room in three minutes."

Katie watched despondently as Lauren walked out the door. She looked down at the wet towel in her hands and fought back the tears. She rose slowly and dried her body as best she could with the wet towel. She was eventually dry but not much warmer. With a last forlorn look, Katie draped the towel over the doorhandle and peered into the hall.

She could see no one so dashed to her bedroom door. Lauren had closed it so she twisted the handle, desperate to get inside. Her hand slipped on the knob. Her hand was dry, she had not slipped. The door was locked. Fuck. She knocked on the door as quietly as she could.

"Who is it?"
"Katie."
"Who is it?"
"Kitty Miss. May I come in please." She hadn't been thinking that first time, she was panicing.
"Just a minute, I'm not decent."

Not fucking decent, Katie wanted to scream. She knew it was a game Lauren was playing and she knew she was probably giggling away behind the door but she was frantic to get inside. Her Dad could not see her like this. It seemed like an age before she finally heard the lock click and the door opened slowly.

"On your knees Kitty," Lauren said blocking the doorway. "From now on when you enter a room that I am in, you shall kneel and kiss my feet. The same will apply when I enter a room. Understand?"
"Yes Miss," Katie said from the floor, her head darting to the stairwell afraid that any minute her parents would investigate. Katie bent forward and gently kissed the top of Lauren's feet, looking plaintively up at her owner once she was done.

"Inside. No Kitty, crawl. To the centre of the room."

Katie followed her owner's command, kneeling when she reached the middle of the room. Her hair was still a little damp, occasionally releasing a cold drip of water that ran down her back and somehow always found its way into the crease between her buttocks.

"Knees wider Kitty. This is your second position Kitty. When you are commanded to kneel you will immediately adopt this position. Kneel here. Face away Kitty."

Katie knelt on the floor in front of her desk chair, upon which Lauren sat imperiously. She was facing away from the chair looking at her open cupboard doors. Her closet really was a mess. Her mother was fond of saying it looked like a tornado had swept through it, and she was not far wrong.

Katie knelt patiently, wondering what was to happen now. She was kneeling naked in her own room, while Lauren had already changed into a cute pair of yoga pants and a tight black singlet. She always somehow managed to look attractive no matter what she wore.

Katie suddenly felt something on top of her head. Her first instinct was to shy away from the touch but she had been expecting something and she stayed in place. For the next five minutes Lauren brushed Katie's lustrous black tresses, easing the last of the water from her hair and down her back. Katie shivered each time a new droplet cascaded down her bare skin.

Lauren brushed her hair, each stroke a gentle sensuous massage that started at her scalp and flushed the tension out of her classmate as the shower had failed to do. Katie leaned back into each stroke, pushing her head into Lauren's touch, seeking to increase the intimate pressure.

Such an easy-to-please little slut, mused Lauren. She enjoyed brushing the hair of another girl. She enjoyed running it through her fingers even more, but not when it was wet. She had never had much chance to indulge herself before, but she had Kitty now.

"You may now brush my hair Kitty."

Lauren handed her the brush over her shoulder and turned her chair around to face the computer. As Katie commenced brushing her owner's hair, she watched as Lauren surfed the internet. The naked teen blushed, thankful that her owner could not see, when she noticed Lauren had found the website from which she had purchased her dildo. She thought she had hidden that bookmark better than that.

Lauren spent a long time in the section that contained all the dildo's with suction cups on the bottom. They were all very realistic, or so Katie assumed. She was able to read a few descriptions that said they were moulded from real cocks. She was fascinated by that but the next section that held her owner's attention disturbed her.

It had been titled 'Anal Toys' and held a vast selection of buttplugs: silicon, glass, metal, even wood. She was disturbed and a little horrified to think that she would ever have anything to do with any of the stuff on these pages. There were almost as many pages of plugs as there were dildos.

"Kneel, away" commanded Lauren once she had enough of Katie's attention. She had felt Katie’s focus waver as she surfed particular pages and she had taken especial note. She really should have taken her to task for losing focus at all, but she was feeling frisky and forgiving.

Katie placed the brush on the desk and returned to her previous position. When would she be allowed to put something on? Surely they would be called for dinner soon and she couldn't be like this then.

She felt Lauren at her hair again but she couldn't tell exactly what she was doing. It was not until Lauren started work on the other side of her head that Katie realised. She was having her hair put in pigtails. She had not worn her hair like that since she was ten. Why? She looked so much nicer with her hair down, and swept across her face. That was why she had chosen that cut.

"Ok Kitty, let's see what we have to work with. Fetch what you normally wear at night."

Katie rose to her feet and padded to her wardrobe. She could feel the two pigtails bob at the side of her head as she walked.

Katie returned from her cupboard with a pair of long pants and matching top. They weren’t strictly what she wore about the house at night, but after a shower she did, it was just that she didn’t usually shower this early. Lauren took one look at them and wrinkled her nose in displeasure.

“No. Let’s see if we can’t find something better in this mess,” Lauren said, looking reprovingly at Katie as she did. Lauren flicked through clothes that Katie had hung in her closet but these were mostly school clothes and going out stuff. She wanted to suggest the drawers, which is where she kept her pants and everyday shirts but she didn’t want to interrupt, preferring to stand in the background as if forgotten.

Once she had exhausted the clothes on display, Lauren turned to the drawers. The top level of drawers in Katie’s dresser was split into two smaller drawers. In one she kept her socks and random bits and pieces, Lauren ignored that drawer. In the other were all Katie’s panties. This drawer, Lauren did not ignore. Katie watched as Lauren quickly and adroitly removed each folded pair of panties from the drawer. Some were placed on the top of the dresser, but many more were thrown on the floor at Lauren’s feet. It barely took her 2 minutes to completely sort her girl’s panties. Katie looked at the large pile of discarded garments on the floor and the small pile atop the dresser and this pile was very small.

"This I think," Lauren said, holding a skirt behind her, "and this."

Katie now held a short summer skirt and a sleeveless pink tee that had a small bear design on the front. It was a cute shirt, the bear was holding a little bear of its own but Katie hadn't worn it in like, forever. She couldn't go downstairs wearing this, her parents would think she was a slut. She balked at the very thought of even putting the outfit on.

"And these," Lauren said, finally turning back to the waiting teen. Katie sighed, visibly relieved when she saw that Lauren had chosen some underwear for her as well. Her delicate pink culotte panties seemed to have met with Lauren's approval. The bra she had chosen was a white balconette bra with pink straps and a motif of tiny pink flowers. The theme tonight was pink it seemed.

"Panties on first Kitty," Lauren commanded as she sat on the bed to observe.

Katie draped the rest of the outfit that had been chosen for her over the back of her chair. She kept the small pink panties and faced the girl who owned her. She unfolded the panties and slid them up her legs, seating them snugly. She rested her hands by her side and looked to Lauren for instructions. The instant her eyes met those of her owner, she sheepishly moved her hands behind her back.

"Turn around. Slowly Kitty, we don't want you to get dizzy."

Lauren was captivated as the young girl slowly turned, displaying how prettily the sheer material of the panties conformed to her body. The cut was low around the waist, barely cresting the curve of her behind with the seam sliding up between her buttocks, leaving the entire lower quarter of each soft mound bare. When she turned back to the front, Lauren could clearly see the thick bush pressing tightly against the thin material.

"Skirt."

Katie reached for the skirt Lauren had chosen. It was a thin summer skirt, the soft cotton fell loosely and swayed freely with each movement. The white skirt had two small buttons in the back, each one a small pink daisy. Katie undid them, slid up her legs and over her hips and refastened the delicate buttons.

"Give me a little twirl Kitty," Lauren ordered once the skirt was seated. Katie obeyed, feeling the skirt swirl around her legs with the force of her movement. She knew that more of her thigh than was appropriate was able to be seen if she moved like that, much more than she cared to be seen by her parents.

"Walk to the door and back Kitty. Don't be stupid slut."

Katie cringed at the sudden harshness in Lauren's voice. She should have known better. She knew that Lauren had wanted to see her walk as if she was a model on a runway, the sexy sway of the hips, the playful bounce in each step. So why didn't you do it then, she chided. You have to give her what she wants. If you know what she wants, do it.

The timid teen instantly put a spring in her step, showing the enthusiasm that her owner had ordered. She bounced to the door her pigtails and pert breasts flouncing with each exaggerated step. When she turned her skirt flew around her, fanning out from her body, giving Lauren the briefest flash of pink panties.

"Good girl. See Kitty, you can't hide that you're a slut from me. Don't ever hide from me Kitty."
"No Miss, sorry Miss," Katie said contritely.
"We'll have a proper fashion show later. Bra, then shirt."

Katie finished dressing and stood before Lauren nervously. She could just imagine what she looked like. She had to be the very picture of the sex kitten that Lauren had labeled her. But these were her clothes, she never looked, or felt, like this in her own clothes. She felt so sexy just standing here. She wondered how her collar went with the outfit.

"Let's see what's for dinner."

Lauren kicked her legs and bounced up off the bed, grabbed Katie's hand and dragged her from the room. When she was like this, Katie could not help but notice she was just a girl her own age, sweet sixteen. It was when she gave orders, talked about what a slave should do and treated her like property that she sometimes forgot that she wasn't a woman grown. The soft sashaying of her skirt tickled the back of her thighs as they raced down the stairs. The short skirt didn't even reach halfway to her knees. They found Katie's parents sitting in the kitchen.

"Don't you look cute," her Mother said.
"You haven't worn your hair like that for a long time Katie," her father chimed in, still seeing his daughter as his little girl, despite the two large mounds filling out the tight pink shirt that screamed otherwise.
"Well Katie, are you going to introduce us?” Mr Thomas asked.
"Mom, Dad, this is Lauren Harper. She's a friend from school," Katie mumbled.
"Well we didn't think you had met her at astronaut training," her father chuckled.
"Nice to meet you Mr and Mrs Thomas. Thanks so much for letting me sleepover."
"That's ok dear, so what do you girls have planned tonight," Mr Thomas asked innocently.

Katie froze like a trapped animal. What could she say? Well she couldn't really say anything. She had no idea what Lauren had planned for her tonight. She was just there to do what she was told, she added forlornly.

"We have a little homework Sir. I am going to help Kitty with her grades because she isn't really applying herself and she has so much potential. And we're going to try on outfits and you know girl stuff," Lauren said coquettishly. "And of course I have to spank her bum."

Katie had flicked a desperately guilty look at Lauren when she had called her Kitty, but her jaw dropped at the mention of spanking. She couldn't have heard right she thought as she felt her blush rise.

"Come again," said her bewildered father.
"Well Sir, Kitty hasn't even offered me a drink."
"Katie that's a little rude, and you can forget the Sir, you can call me Greg."
"Thanks Greg."
"Katie?"

The mortified teen sprang to life, "Would you like a drink Miss?" Oh God, had she just said that out loud. She could tell by the looks on her parents faces that she had. She was horrified that she had said it, but what if she hadn't? Would Lauren have punished her?

"I'll have a Coke thanks. Diet if you have it."

Katie scurried to the fridge, thankful that she would be out of the spotlight for even a brief time. The conversation continued without her, as if her parents now recognised she was property.

"So you said Katie's not applying herself?"
"Yes Sir, Greg," Lauren smiled disarmingly at the feigned mistake. "We haven't gone over her grades yet, but it's pretty clear she doesn't pay enough attention in class. She's just unmotivated is all but I hope to fix that."
"You're a good friend Lauren, if only there were more girls like you that looked out for their friends instead of just spending all day gossiping about boys."
"Greg," said Katie's mother, slapping her husband playfully on the shoulder. "Katie said you play Lacrosse?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Emma, please."
"That's right Emma," Lauren smiled, "I play defense. Attack is more glamorous but defense wins a game just as much. A little bird told me that someone might be thinking of trying out themselves."
"Katie," both her parent's said incredulously, looking towards their daughter.

Katie stood beside Lauren, still holding the Coke she had collected. They had all been talking about her as if she wasn't even in the room. Her hand was freezing from holding the cold can but she had not dared to interrupt.

"Well," her father said clearly perplexed by the revelation. "We thought pizza might be nice for dinner, seeing you have a friend over. What's your favourite Lauren?"
"Pepperoni for sure," Lauren beamed.
"Katie's too. We'll order one for you girls and one with everything for us. Run along and watch some TV while we wait."

Lauren took Katie's hand and almost skipped from the room into the lounge. She threw herself down on the couch, lying along its entire length. She reached down and patted the floor in front of her, "Kneel."

Katie looked hesitantly back at the kitchen before padding silently into the lounge room to kneel in front of her owner. She pushed her arms behind her back and slid her knees apart as she had been told. She was trembling, intensely afraid that her parents would walk in at any moment and see the lewd position she was in.

Lauren switched on the television and began absently flicking around the channels as she sipped her Coke. She startled Katie when she placed a hand gently on the back of her neck, rolling the collar beneath her fingers.

"You're a good girl Kitty," Lauren cooed in her ear, sending shivers of gooseflesh down her body. "When the pizza comes you will get up and pay. You will be very respectful to the delivery boy. Make sure you call him Sir and thank him nicely. Make sure you ask him his name as well."
"Yes Miss," Katie whispered, still fearful that her parents would hear.
"You will bring me a slice of pizza on a plate. If I am satisfied with the slice you may return with a slice of your own and a glass of water. You will return to your position."
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, watching the random flickering images, Lauren not staying with any channel for more than a few seconds.

The next 20 minutes were tortuous for the young teen. She jumped at every little sound, fearful of being discovered kneeling with her legs spread so widely. She knew Lauren was using that jumpiness against her, making noises and giggling each time Katie jumped. These moments of panic were punctuated by confusingly tender moments, with Lauren stroking her hair or neck or the bare flesh of her arms trapped behind her back.

The moment she heard the doorbell Katie sprang to her feet, eager to fulfil Lauren's commands. She didn't want to find out what would happen if she wasn't the one to pay.

"I'll pay Dad, you just sit down," she said, snatching the money from her father's hand. She raced to the door before he could call her back.

She startled the delivery guy as she flung open the door. "Hi," she said breathlessly, noticing he was a young guy in his early twenties. "Um, what's your name, Sir." Smooth, real smooth.

"Two large pizzas," he stated quizzically, bewildered by the stunningly pretty girl. She looked like a little girl in that outfit and those pigtails but the firm breasts barely contained by the sleeveless pink top could not be missed.
"Yes Sir," said Katie, blushing furiously as she handed over the money, "um keep the change."

Was that right? Lauren had told her to be respectful and you were supposed to tip right? She noticed him sneaking quick peaks at her breasts and legs as he retrieved the pizzas from the heater bag. Knowing she was being checked out in the revealing outfit made the heat rise within in. It was not only her face, she felt a warmth between her legs that she wished away.

"Thank you Sir. Um may I have your name please Sir," Katie asked again, desperate to fulfil all the terms of Lauren's demands. He looked at her strangely, an offputting glint in his eye.
"John, what's yours?"
"Kitty," Katie replied demurely.

Holy fucking shit! This was like some fucking porno. She looked way too young, but she looked ready to fuck, that was sure. Those tight tits and those creamy little thighs. No one would believe this. He had to get a picture of this little slut. He fumbled with the money, drawing his phone from his pocket as he did so. He lifted the pizzas high as he held the phone low and snapped off a few pictures of the delicious girl. The tight shirt stretched across her chest even more as she reached for the pizzas and he couldn't believe his luck. He wondered how old she truly was.

Once Katie had the pizzas she thanked him and smiled shyly before sliding back around the door. She had seen how he had stared at her, devouring her body with his eyes. Towards the end he was like Pierre, just staring openly at her. It had made her uncomfortable, wary of what he might do.

Her parents took their pizza and went to the den to leave the girls to themselves. Katie was relieved though she wouldn't truly stop worrying until they were in her room with the door locked. She got two plates from the cupboard and a glass for herself, opened the pizza box and scrutinised its contents.

It was a standard pepperoni pizza. Which slice should she choose? Which one would be to Lauren's liking. She had no real idea so chose the piece that looked to have the most pepperoni on it and took it into the lounge. She almost handed the plate to Lauren as she lounged on the sofa but caught herself at the last moment. Instead she fell to her knees, spread them widely and presented the slice to the reclining girl.

Lauren changed a few more channels before she deigned to look at the plate. "It will do Kitty," she said, taking the plate from the kneeling girl. Katie hadn't realised she had been so tense, but as Lauren took the plate the knots in her stomach unwound. Lauren's power over her, upset the young girl but she was determined not to let it get to her.

She hurried back to collect her own slice of pizza and her glass of water. Katie was a little nonplussed with the water option, she always had Coke with pizza but there was nothing she could do so she trudged back into the lounge and knelt in front of the couch. Lauren was more than halfway through her slice by the time she had placed the glass on the ground and spread her legs.

"Pick the glass up Kitty. You were not told to place anything on the floor. If it's too much of a chore to hold it, you can drink it now and take it back into the kitchen."

Lauren slapped her on the back of the head as she hesitated. Tears welled in Katie's eyes as she drank the entire glass of water without stopping. She gasped when she had finished and took it back into the kitchen, looking longingly at the untouched piece of pizza on her plate. The moment she stepped back in front of the couch, Lauren handed up her empty plate and ordered another slice.

Tears of frustration slid down her cheeks as she made the trip for the fourth time. She could taste the pizza just by looking at it. The aroma was wafting up to her each time she moved. And she was hungry. She had hardly eaten anything for lunch, being too preoccupied.

"Do you think you can manage to hold on to your drink this time Kitty?" Lauren asked as Katie offered her the second slice from her knees.
"Yes Miss," Katie sobbed.
"Refill your glass and return."

The frustrated teen grit her teeth, determined not to cry anymore. She was just being played with, she just had to accept that. She was going to have to deal with a lot more than this and she was already blubbering.

"Face me Kitty. Do I have a hungry slut on my hands?"
"Yes Miss," Katie whimpered, the tantalising slice of pizza held in her right hand, the full glass of water in her left.
"Would you like some pizza?"
"Yes please Miss."
"Would you like some now, or would you like to wait until I have finished?"
"I would like to wait until you are finished Miss," Kitty replied, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.
"You are a good girl."

Lauren proceeded to finish off her second slice of pizza, looking past the kneeling girl as she did so. She was never really interested in TV, there was rarely anything worth watching. She must have gone through every channel in the world and nothing. The real entertainment however was sat in front of her. She could see Katie out of the corner of her eye. Her frustration was clear but to her credit she didn't fidget.

Lauren finished her pizza, and drained the last few mouthfuls of her Coke before she turned to the kneeling girl. Katie was clearly in distress. She could see the water in the glass ripple and swirl as Katie struggled to hold still.

Finally, thought Katie, as Lauren reached for the pizza on the plate that she held. "Kitty, what does a slave deserve?"

"Um nothing Miss?"
"Telling me or asking me, hmmm?"
"Sorry Miss, a slave deserves nothing Miss."
"Kitty a slave deserves what her owner chooses," Lauren corrected. "And a slave receives what her owner decides, when she decides to give it. You have disappointed me Kitty. I have watched your frustration and impatience. I am not sure a cunt like you deserves anything at all. Well?"
"I am sorry Miss," Katie whimpered, struggling to hold the plate and glass as her shoulders shuddered with each sob.
"Kitty wants to please doesn't she?"
"Yes Miss. Yes Miss I do," said Katie meekly, her frustration replaced by contrition.
"Are you going to be a good girl or a cunt?"
"I will be a good girl Miss. I really will," the desolate teen pleaded.
"Would you like some pizza now Kitty?"
"If it please you Miss."
"Good girl, see I knew you weren't dumb. Open."

Katie opened her mouth obediently. She looked on expectantly as Lauren lifted the slice of pizza to her mouth. She bit off the tip and chewed her first bit of what was the most delicious pizza she had ever tasted. Lauren watched her, delighted at the progress Katie was making.

"What was the name of the person who delivered the pizza?"
"John, Miss," Katie replied between mouthfuls.

Katie hated being fed her food like an animal. Having to wait on the pleasure of another person for each bite but there was nothing she could do. Obedience was her only option no matter how small and worthless it made her feel. It did not take long for Katie to finish the slice of pizza. She was forced to eat at Lauren's pace and a few times had to take a second bite before she had finished the first. She learned to chew her food well but fast and open her mouth when she finished each morsel. She had never realised how much she had taken for granted before becoming property.

Eating was an everyday thing she thought nothing about. The ability to choose her food or even eat it herself had been taken away from her. The humiliation was almost too much to bear and small salty tears fell from her cheeks as she ate the last few bites of pizza. When she had finished the last bite, Lauren slid each greasy finger into her open mouth to be cleaned. Katie did so dutifully, tasting her tears as she did so.

"Drink Kitty. Then clear the plates away and go to your room."

Katie looked at the large glass of water. It would be the second for the evening and she did not want it. What she wanted didn't matter. Besides she was still hungry. She was accustomed to eating three slices and she was not satisfied with the one. Satisfied? She almost laughed at that.

Her second large glass of water finished, she collected Lauren's plate, put them in the sink and went to her room. As she hurried up the stairs she heard Lauren thanking her parents for the pizza. She could still hear the muted hum of conversation as she reached the landing and went into her room. She wasn't sure if she should close the door but she would be standing at attention and she didn't want her parents to see.

Katie was alone for five minutes. With each passing second her anxiety grew. What was Lauren talking about with her parents all this time? She visibly relaxed when she heard someone coming up the stairs. She had begun to fidget, the possible topics of conversation that Lauren would broach was preying on her mind. The young girl released the tension in her shoulders and arms but then stood up straighter, not wanting to displease Lauren with sloppy posture. It was strange how some of this stuff was getting to her. It had not taken long for some of Lauren’s rules to become almost instinctive. She still could not believe she had called her ‘Miss’ in front of her parents. That she had done it was bad enough, but that she hadn’t even thought about it was the real worry. She had simply blurted it out as if it was completely natural.

Lauren opened and closed her door but did not move from the doorway. She lifted one eyebrow questioningly as she looked at Katie, standing at attention in the centre of the room. She had to admit that the young girl was coming along nicely but she still had a lot of work to do. Katie was confused by the look and straightened her shoulders slightly for want of anything else to do.

“Here I have your last report card Kitty,” said Lauren, waving the document in the air. “It does not make for very good reading. It is disappointing for me to see my slave not working to her potential. A slave always strives to make herself better and that means her body and her mind. You will have to be punished for this Kitty. For each grade less than an A you will receive a smack. So with all these Bs and Cs you have earned yourself eleven smacks. Remove your skirt and panties and fetch your brush.”

Katie stared at Lauren, her large green eyes beginning to blur with tears. This wasn’t fair. She wasn’t owned by Lauren when those grades were done. Would it be any different now? Katie did not want to answer her own question but she had to admit that it would not. She was sure her grades had not improved, and over the last week she may have slid further. It still wasn’t fair, Katie mused as she brought her brush to Lauren.

“Over the knee Kitty.”

Katie slowly lowered herself across Lauren’s lap, mentally preparing herself for the coming ordeal. She knew this was going to hurt but would it hurt more or less than her previous punishments. Probably more than Lauren’s hand but less than the cane. She couldn’t imagine something hurting worse than that. As she dutifully placed her hands in the small of her back and settled herself she was amazed she was even thinking about ranking her punishments. She should be thinking about her apology. She had almost forgotten about having to apologise. What could she say? She hadn’t even known Lauren then. It wasn’t fair to be punished for something so long ago before this had even started.

When the first blow struck her bare buttocks Katie could not hold back the high-pitched yelp. She had been determined to remain quiet, deathly afraid of what her parents would do if they heard the commotion. Lauren marveled at the way Katie’s flesh flattened under the brush for just a moment before bouncing back into shape, a red mark appearing instantly. She decided to push through this correction quickly as there was so much to do. In less than a minute she had landed all eleven strokes across Katie’s upturned buttocks. Her arm swung furiously, alternating the strokes between the pretty cheeks.

At the end of the brief flurry Katie was left blubbering and breathless, two red marks centred in the middle of each sweet cheek. The colour was darkening as Lauren watched, fascinated by the reaction of the girl’s body. Katie had tried not to struggle, determined to accept the punishment despite feeling it unfair, but the unrelenting pain was too much. No sooner had the flat of the brush smashed into one buttock but the flesh of her other soft cheek was rebounding from a blow of its own. If there was some space between she felt she would have dealt with it better, but the pain built and built as each stroke quickly followed the last. It had been over quickly though, for that she was thankful. When Lauren released her grip on her wrists, the weeping teen stood at attention before her, doing her best to hold back her sobs.

“Miss I am very sorry for not applying myself and getting bad grades. I will do better, much better I promise,” Katie apologised, every other word punctuated by a sniffle or a little catch in her breath with each fresh sob.
“I know you will Kitty,” Lauren smiled. She was so pretty when she cried like this, especially standing there naked from the waist down. “Go and stand in the corner and think about it.”

Katie sniffed despondently but took herself obediently into the corner. Was her apology not good enough or was this just a part of the punishment? She didn’t like being sent to the corner, and especially not with a burning bum as she had now. What more could she think about? She was going to do better, she was going to pay attention and do her homework and work hard. She knew she should be getting better grades and she knew she could but, and she hesitated to add anything further but her thoughts were a runaway train over which she had lost control. But she also wanted to please Lauren.

“Kitty go and fetch two garbage bags, while I look a little closer at this,” Lauren ordered. “You may put your skirt and panties back on.”

Katie breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that. She could not have gone downstairs without bottoms. She would have had no choice but to be disobedient and take the punishment she would earn, she couldn’t do that in her own house. She was sure Lauren wouldn’t do anything that would risk her exposure either, but she thought back to how she had been treated in the lounge. If either of her parents had seen her kneeling on the floor like a slut, being fed pizza like an animal, well she couldn’t even imagine what would have happened.

Katie went downstairs, wondering as she scurried into the kitchen just why she was hurrying everywhere. Lauren had not said to hurry but Katie had felt she should be completing each task as quickly as she could. It was a little disconcerting though, as she usually took her time with everything she did. Her mother loved to say she could dawdle for her country. It was yet another change in the pretty teen’s behaviour that she didn’t really wish to pursue in too much depth. There were beginning to be an awful lot of topics that she was hiding from, though she knew she would have to face them sooner or later. For now, however, later was fine.

“Pick up all those panties on the floor and put them in one bag. They are all going in the trash,” Lauren commanded. “Some of your socks had holes in them Kitty, they have joined the pile. You may enjoy dressing like a hobo but I will not have it. Still hungry Kitty, you trying to catch some flies for dessert?”

Katie quickly closed her mouth. All her panties were going in the garbage? What did that leave her? A few pairs of skimpy panties she wore on occasions where she wanted to feel sexy and a couple of g-strings. There wasn’t even enough to wear for a full week. Katie had a sudden sinking feeling. She nibbled her lower lip as she thought what not having enough panties to wear would mean. She quickly scooped up the pile of unsatisfactory underwear from the floor straight into the big black garbage bag. What would her mother say?

“Kneel. It seems that you aren’t doing too bad in English, Biology and Chemistry but even in those it seems pretty obvious that you are not fulfilling your potential. Ok slut, let’s clean up this mess a little bit hey?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie responded dejectedly. She was still feeling the effects of the loss of all her panties. She had to admit that a lot of them weren’t that sexy, just ordinary briefs that her mother had bought in packs. They were fine for wearing to school and stuff because who ever saw them anyway. Apparently they weren’t fine though, as they were now all in a bag ready to be thrown in the garbage.

Lauren had come to stand next to Katie and they surveyed her wardrobe together. “Hold your arms out,” Lauren commanded. Katie just managed to get her arms in place before the first garment was thrown at her. Skirt after shirt after dress after pants were quickly strewn across her outstretched arms. The dazzled teen was soon struggling with the weight of the clothes that Lauren had removed from her wardrobe.

“Put them in a pile by the door. You will remove the hangers and fold them and place in the other bag. These clothes can be given to charity. You can do that later though. Try this skirt and this blouse.”

Lauren quickly dumped the clothes by the door, her mind still reeling. Lauren had removed almost a third of the clothes that had been hanging in her closet. Her mother wouldn’t allow this. She would be sure to find out and wonder where all the clothes had gone. What would she say? She was a hopeless liar but she couldn’t say that her owner had decided they were no longer suitable for her slave and had given them to charity.

“Get your skirt over there, it can go on the end of the bed. Put the top you have on with it. Panties and bra over here. Ok now put these on.” In just a few moments Katie was standing in front of her owner wearing an entirely different outfit. Lauren twirled a finger in the air and Katie dutifully followed suit, slowly turning to display her charms to her owner. “Now this top. That one goes in the ‘keeper’ pile.”

The night became a whirl of fashion as Katie dressed and undressed at the whim of a 16 year old girl. She felt like a mannequin in a store, constantly being displayed in new combinations of skirts and dresses and shorts and jeans, only she was dressing herself. Lauren would inspect each ensemble, have her turn so she could be viewed from all angles and sometimes having her do a little catwalk show. The pile of clothes she was allowed to keep grew, though not as fast as the pile of discarded garments deemed unsatisfactory by her new owner. Every outfit had something in common: it was sexy and stylish and showed off her body, accentuating her charms and girlish curves. The skirts were short and swishy, the jeans tight and cut low. She was a little surprised that Lauren allowed her to keep any long pants but you couldn’t wear short skirts every day, she supposed.

Katie sighed when her cupboard was finally empty. The small pile of clothes that sat on the end of her bed looked paltry, far too little to comprise a teenage girl’s wardrobe. Some of the stuff she didn’t mind losing, daggy crap her mother had bought but some of her favourite ‘comfort clothes’ had been the first to be thrown on the discard pile. She still wasn’t sure how she was going to get away with losing such a substantial amount of her clothing but the humiliation of being made to model clothes like a doll, dress and undress what felt like hundreds of times, was all she could think about.

It was only then that Lauren turned to her dresser and its four untouched drawers. Katie almost groaned aloud as she realised that all her casual t-shirts and shorts and her winter gear was all in those drawers. The first item that Lauren drew forth was her bathing suit. She had three different suits but more often than not she had worn her one piece, a plain black suit open in the back. Lauren looked at Katie as she threw it purposefully on the floor by the door.

Her yellow bikini went the same way, though Katie could not see what was wrong with it. Her red bikini was the only swimsuit that made the cut. It was a string bikini that she was not overly fond of. The bottoms were held together by two thin strings that were tied in a bow at each hip. She was always a little worried that someone would pull a strand and untie the bow. Once she had realised that, the last time she wore it, she could not seem to shake the fear and had not enjoyed the remainder of that day at the beach. It was no surprise really that Lauren had decided to keep that particular swimsuit.

Lauren emptied her drawers in a chaotic flurry of activity that seemed to be over in seconds. It was not that hard, Katie thought, when almost everything just got chucked on a pile on the floor. A few singlets, her smallest t-shirts and a few pairs of shorts were all that made the cut. Lauren turned next to her shoes. At least there, Katie was sure, Lauren would not be disappointed. Her flip-flops were unceremoniously spun across the room like weirdly shaped Frisbees but the rest of her shoes passed Lauren’s exacting scrutiny. That was something at least, Katie sighed, surveying the majority of the clothing that she owned lying in untidy piles on the floor.

The miserable teen watched aghast as Lauren turned to the jewellery box that sat atop the dresser. Katie had been left standing, forgotten and forlorn, wearing only a skirt as Lauren had finished her ‘clean out’ but now Lauren called her forward. She had Katie remove the small stud earrings that she wore and made her hold up every single one of her many pairs of earrings. More than half were dumped in a pile on the top of the dresser, while the others were replaced in the box.

“Kitty, fetch that lovely bag you keep your dildo in.”

Katie obeyed and watched tearfully as her jewellery was tipped into it. All the pretty bracelets, rings and necklaces that her parents or her relatives had bought her were thrown in the bag together. The box she had often spent hours arranging, trying each piece on and deciding which outfit it would look best with had been emptied, her entire collection now reduced to a feeble few pairs of earrings. She had a new piece of jewellery she supposed, one which she could not remove. It wasn’t fair though, most of that stuff was presents. She couldn’t just throw it away. Maybe it was just being removed for safekeeping, after all why put it all in that little bag if she was just going to throw it away. A little glimmer of hope helped her to fight back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her.

“Hurry up and fold these and get them in the bag. Some dag will appreciate them I am sure, there are so many people with no sense of fashion that they are bound to find a home. Once you have gotten rid of those piglet clothes, we will spend some time on your new wardrobe. If you are a slut you should dress like one. Don’t worry though Kitty, there is a big difference between a slut and a skank, I can guarantee you will never look skanky.”

Oh, that makes me feel so much better, Katie said snarkily. She looked at the large pile of clothes on the floor and was daunted by the sheer volume of items that she would be forced to either give away or throw away. She would have loved to put a shirt on, standing in front of a fully dressed girl wearing only a skirt made her feel even more naked than if she was fully undressed. It was strange how having her breasts bared made her feel so vulnerable. She could see and feel every little sway and bounce as she moved. Her breasts were firm and sat high on her chest and yet they seemed to have a life of their own, a life of subtle movement that was hidden beneath a bra or blouse.

Katie sank to her knees and began folding each garment before placing it in one of the large black garbage bags. Some of the clothes were, to her, just pieces of material but for others it was like saying goodbye to an old friend. A small solitary tear rolled down her cheek as she folded the oversized t-shirt she liked to wear when she was sick. It was almost like a dress, coming well past her buttocks and she loved to snuggle up in front of the TV with a box of tissues and watch the atrocious programs that comprised daytime TV. It was a guilty pleasure and something that made her feel better and this shirt was part of that. And now she was being forced to give it away.

Katie felt Lauren’s presence behind her but kept focused on her task. The warm hands that rested on her back made her jump. They slid slowly around her body to cup each breast as Lauren breathed into her ear. “Kitty, you are taking too long. Neatly, but the folds do not have to be geometrically exact,” Lauren said squeezing the young girl’s nipples for emphasis.

Katie gasped as each tiny pink bud was pinched mercilessly, sharp stabbing pains shooting deep into each breast. She began to fold faster. Lauren continued the pressure until she felt her charge was moving at the correct speed. Katie gasped when she was finally released. Lauren’s ability to touch her, to play with her body whenever she wanted unnerved the worried teen. Lauren saw it as a right. She was Lauren’s property now and she treated her body with such casual disregard for Katie’s feelings. It made her wonder just how far she could go.

Katie redoubled her efforts, keen not only to please Lauren but eager not to have her body abused. Being punished was different to the casual interference that Lauren had just demonstrated. Her punishments were structured, she knew what to expect. The way Lauren touched her body with such confidence and with a total disregard for her feelings or wishes disturbed Katie more than she would care to admit. Lauren really did see her as just another possession, to do with as she pleased, when she pleased without any thought of repercussion. She thought no more about fondling Katie’s body than she did about touching a pair of shoes or her bag. Katie suddenly felt more exposed and vulnerable than she had ever been. Anything could happen to her at the whim of a 16 year old. How had she-? She cut herself off and angrily threw the dress she had just folded into the bag, mad at herself for dredging up the reason she was doing all this.

“Kitty, take that out of the bag and place it properly. Then come over here.”

Katie tensed as Lauren chastised her. She had been watching her and had witnessed her moment of temper. Was she in trouble now? She hadn’t been angry at Lauren, it was at herself. Should she say something, let her owner know it wasn’t directed at her? Katie decided it was best to play it out, see what Lauren wanted before she started babbling on, possibly getting herself in even more trouble. As she retrieved the item from the bag, refolded and replaced it she felt like a naughty little girl caught stamping her feet in a tantrum. The disapproval of her owner was keenly felt and it caused a terrible stomach-churning sensation that she wished to avoid at all costs. She hated feeling this way, hated that someone had this power over her.

“Kneel,” Lauren commanded once Katie stood before her. The moment her knees touched the ground the young girl head was wrenched to the right. Her hand flew to her face, cupping the stinging cheek that began immediately to burn with an inner heat. Tears of shock blurred her eyes as she looked despairingly at her tormentor. “Kitty, it is a slave’s duty to complete each and every task she is set with commitment and enthusiasm. If I tell you to clean the road with your tongue you fall to your knees and lick that tar like it was chocolate. Do you understand Kitty?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie sobbed, squealing lightly as Lauren grabbed her pigtails and wrenched her head back.
“I can see that you know you were wrong but this is a lesson that is really important and we can’t leave such things to chance now can we Kitty?”
“No Miss.”
“Remove your skirt and get your brush. Now Kitty you will smack your right buttock four times.”

Katie looked at Lauren, her deep green eyes wide as she contemplated what she had been told to do. She had to hit herself now? But she had only been angry at herself and it was only a little and… None of that mattered, she knew. She had just been lectured over showing enthusiasm and she knew this was her chance to demonstrate it.

“Stand up Kitty and face me. Look at me Kitty, do not look away. Keep your eyes open, I want to see those pretty eyes as that brush lands.”

Katie looked at her owner, those blue eyes captivating her with their ethereal beauty. She was trapped now, she wanted to look away but could not. She loved those eyes, the palest of blues, so delicate she felt they would shatter at any moment. But she hated those eyes too, afraid of the way they bored into her, as if Lauren could see right into her soul. She felt it now, standing naked before her, the brush in her hand poised to smash into her own soft flesh. Katie raised the brush and slammed it into her ass as hard as she could. Her jaw clenched at the pain. She could do this, only three more to go.

By the fourth stroke she was panting but she had not looked away. She wanted to, she desperately wanted to, but something held her there. As the last stroke fell her vision blurred by fresh tears and she finally looked away. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from her heart and her elation was tempered only by the fresh pain throbbing in her bottom. She had made sure each stroke was as hard as she could make it, refusing to flinch from the command she had been given. It had been a test and she knew, from the look on Lauren’s face, that she had passed.

“And just to remind you of your place Kitty, you can wear these until you are finished,” Lauren said, grinning wickedly. She held two small metal objects in her hand. Katie couldn’t see them too clearly but the moment one of them opened under Lauren’s fingers she knew where they would be going.

Katie squealed as the clamp closed over her left nipple, cruelly squashing the sensitive pink bud. Her hands flew to her breast, her instinct taking over, desperate to remove the source of pain. Lauren slapped her hands with the brush and tutted at the trembling teen. Katie’s knuckles stung from the blow and she hurriedly put them behind her back where they belonged. The agony in her breast intensified with each passing moment until the second clamp closed over her right nipple, the bite of its devilish teeth making her hunch her shoulders and gasp with the pain. Her hands moved gingerly to her sides before she caught herself and forced them slowly into the small of her back. Lauren cupped each soft mound, squeezing the meat of each plump breast, marveling at the way the clamps moved and smiling at the fresh groan from the wide-eyed teen.

“That should keep your mind on the job Kitty. Hurry up now, present yourself to me when you are finished.”

Katie stepped gingerly back to the pile of clothes on the floor. She tried to move slowly and carefully, hoping to keep the movement of her breasts to a minimum. Even small movements were painful. Each small sway or bounce of her full bosom seemed to make the clamps dig deeper, securing themselves even tighter around the delicate circles that tipped each breast. The clamps were small and silver and were very simple in design and looked almost like those things teachers used to keep paper together. Only they were clearly made for just this purpose, these were no paper clamps, they were designed for the soft meat of a nipple.

Katie breathed slowly through her nose, her pretty lips pursed and set into a grim line that told of her anguish. Each time she picked up a garment from the floor sharp stabs of pain shot into her breasts. The pile was much smaller but there was still a heap to go. She didn’t think she could stand these things, this pain, for as long as it would take. She could just reach up and take them off. That thought had been dancing at the front of her brain since the first agonising bite.

And what if she did? She would get punished and then Lauren would probably just put them back on anyway. No, she had to do this now. She had to show her owner that she could do this. She deserved what she got, Katie told herself, not quite believing it. She couldn’t shake the conviction that this just wasn’t fair. She was a 16 year old girl, surely she could be allowed momentary lapses, she had only been angry for a second and it was only with herself. She should have pleaded her case when she had the chance. Next time she would, for sure.

“At that rate you’ll be there all night Kitty. I had better see some effort or you’ll get a couple of those nice clamps on those fat cuntlips of yours as well.”

Katie shuddered at the thought, gasping as her breasts jiggled and the clamps intensified their hold. She sped up as fast as she dared, the pain in her breasts increasing as her movements became more forced. She had been moving slowly, trying to minimise the pain she would cause herself. She had been wrong to do so. Not only did it mean she would wear the clamps for longer but she risked disappointing Lauren as well.

The plastic garbage bag filled in no time. She folded over the top when she decided she could get no more of her clothes in this bag. There was still a pile on the floor, mainly her dresses and jeans that Lauren had discarded first. What could she do now? The bag of her panties was still mostly empty, but they were getting thrown out, she couldn’t put good clothes in there. She sat, still as stone, while she tried to decide what to do.

“Excuse me Miss,” Katie began meekly, kneeling naked as Lauren lounged on her bed watching her with obvious amusement.
“Yes Kitty?”
“Um Miss, uh, the bag is full.”
“Yes Kitty, it sure looks full.”
“Um Miss, what, I mean… Do I? I mean, what do I do with the rest?”
“Seems to me Kitty that you need another bag to take the rest of those piglet clothes. You may go downstairs and get one. First though, you need to be dressed appropriately. We can’t have you running around like that can we?”
“No Miss,” Katie breathed, the relief evident despite the way the pain from the clamps tightened her face.
“You have not finished the task Kitty, so I really can’t take them off. What I can do however is move them down to your pussy. Now Kitty,” Lauren continued as she saw the look of horror on the young girl’s face. “That’s only fair. If you don’t muck around you can be back before you know it.”

Lauren did not wait for Katie’s compliance, she reached up and removed the clamp from her left nipple. Katie had not expected the pain to surge through her with such intensity. It felt like her nipples was being pulled off. How the fuck could this hurt more than while they were on.

“Fuck,” she screeched. Katie’s head snapped to the left with a suddenness that caused bright spots of yellow light to flash before her eyes.
“Kitty, a slave speaks with respect. You are not to curse. The next time I hear you swearing I will wash that mouth out with soap. Do you understand?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie said meekly, her voice barely above a whisper. The vicious waspish tone of her classmate was almost as shocking as the sudden slap.

Without another word, Lauren quickly removed the remaining clamp. Ignoring the agonised gasps of the squirming teen, she slapped each of Katie’s inner thighs, forcing the young girl to open her legs wider. Her ire aroused, Lauren leaned in, pinched a plump labia and pulled it down towards the floor. Satisfied, she let the jaws of the clamp close over the tender meat of Katie’s sex.

“Please don’t. No, please,” Katie pleaded as she backed away, hunching her body at the waist, wanting only to put distance between her tender sex and the wicked metal clamps. Her legs were trembling and her body twisting as the pain of the clamp pulsed through her. She had to get it off. She had to, she had no other choice. She looked down between her legs, horrified at the sight of the bright metal clamp protruding from the black thicket of curls. She could see the evil clamp pinch the soft meat of her pussy, the flesh turning white under the intense pressure. One trembling hand began to move slowly towards the scene.

“Kitty,” snapped Lauren, the harsh tone stopping the young girl’s hand in midair. “Get back to attention right now. How fucking dare you. Attention!”

Katie waddled back to attention, her movements slow and timid. She was in trouble. She shouldn’t have moved, but she couldn’t help it. The pain was too much. She shouldn’t have moved, she knew. Lauren’s face was impassive, which only scared her even more. She was usually so expressive, whether she was happy or disappointed or even a little exasperated with her inability to get things right. She knew she could be trying at times but she could tell that her owner was really angry now. Her nipples still ached and the agony that throbbed through the soft lip between her legs was almost more than she could stand but she straightened her body and stood at attention. She felt as if a hand was gripping her heart; a hand of iron squeezing her mercilessly. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps and tears were flowing unchecked down her pink cheeks.

Katie grit her teeth as Lauren reached between her trembling thighs and attached the second clamp, cruelly pinching Katie's remaining labia. She grunted in pain, her knuckles turning white as she clenched her hands tightly behind her back.

"Get dressed."

Katie reached tentatively for her skirt. Each movement she made was carefully orchestrated to keep her legs apart. She had to prevent any pressure from forcing the clamps even tighter. Her best efforts were in vain. She had to press her legs together to slide the tight skirt over her hips and she cried out in pain as her thighs came together and crushed the clamps into her sex. Her shirt slid easily over her breasts, though the tight material caused a momentary pulse of discomfort in her still throbbing nipples.

"Kitty?"
"Yes MIss," Katie gasped, doing her best to process the agony between her legs.

Lauren stepped close to Katie and took her head gently in her hands. Katie tensed, wondering what more torture she could be put through. Instead of another dose of pain, Lauren leaned in and tenderly kissed the tears from her eyes before moving gently to her mouth. Katie tasted the salty tang of her own tears as Lauren's tongue slipped past her lips and flicked inside her mouth.

"Be a good girl Kitty. We have a lot to do and we'll never get there if you are naughty. Poor behaviour must be punished Kitty, you know it as well as I do. But good behaviour may be rewarded. What do you want to be, good or bad?"
"I want to be good Miss."
"Right then, the sooner you do as you are told, the sooner we can get on to something fun."
"Yes Miss," mumbled Katie, unsure she wanted to know just what Lauren's idea of fun was.

Lauren gave her a playful smack on the bum as she left but the force of the blow jarred the clamps and made Katie wince with pain. She almost tiptoed out of the room, trying to ease each foot down as carefully as she could.

Once she was on the landing she had a decision to make. Move quickly and get it over and done with or move slowly and carefully to minimise the pain that was shooting through her pussy and into her belly. Lauren had pretty much told her to be quick, though not as directly as that, but if her owner implied something then that was as good as a command. It seemed there was no real decision after all. But what if she removed the clamps, ran downstairs and then put them on when she got back to her room? Katie chastised herself for such a stupid thought. Not only would be breaking Lauren’s rules but she would never be able to reapply the clamps to the tender lips of her sex. No fucking way.

Katie bit back pain and strode purposefully down the hall. After only two steps she realised she could hear the clamps clacking together as she walked. There was nothing for it, she was committed now. She kept walking, pausing for but a moment at the top of the stairs. The first step almost stopped her. The spike of agony that shot through her left her gasping. She couldn't stop now though, if she did she might never start again. It would be no good if Lauren came to look for her only to find her sobbing on the stairs. What if it was her parents that found her?

That was all the motivation she needed to keep going. She grunted softly with each step but she was soon at the bottom of the stairs. She kept moving, heading straight for the kitchen. Nothing could stop her now.

"Hey Katie, how's it going up there?"

Her father! Katie stopped in the doorway, frozen like a deer in the headlights. Her father was there, in the kitchen, between her and the garbage bags. What was he doing here? He lives here idiot, she screamed at herself. What was she going to do? What if he asked her what the bag was for? What if he heard the clamps knocking together? What if he noticed her hard nipples?

Hard nipples? Katie had not even noticed, until now, that her nipples were hard. They weren't superhard, not like they had been in the shower but without a bra they were still trying to poke through the thin material of her shirt. But she had been asked a question, she had to answer it or he would be suspicious and look at her more closely.

"Uh good Dad, you know," she said, cringing at how guilty she sounded.
"How come we have never heard you mention Lauren before. She must be a really good friend if she's helping you with your schoolwork. She's the first girl you have had over in a long time."
"Um..."
"Sorry honey, didn't mean to be nosey. I think it's great, both your Mom and I do. Lauren seems really nice and she obviously has your best interests at heart, like a true friend. She told us all about what she has planned and we think it's great. Don't let me keep you."
"Thanks Dad," Katie said, bewildered by what she had just heard.

At least he had hardly looked at her, being too busy with the coffee he was making. Her face must be red as a beetroot and she wondered if the clamps could be seen poking into the material of her skirt. Don't be stupid, they are right up between your legs, she chided, but thoughts of the clamps made her remember her purpose. She hurried forward, grabbed the bag, and moved as fast as she dared back up the stairs, the brush with her father improving her speed, afraid to get waylaid again.

Lauren didn't even look up from the computer as she entered the room. The young girl, her pussy on fire from the stabbing pains from the clamps, sank gingerly to her knees and continued packing up her clothes, the clothes she was no longer allowed to wear. She still hadn't quite come to terms with what Lauren had done, but the constant torture between her legs was all she could focus on.

"Excuse me Miss," Katie said meekly as she stood behind Lauren, having packed away the last of her rejected clothing.
"Have you finished Kitty?"
"Yes Miss."
"About time too. Do you have anything to say to me?"
"Um yes Miss. I am very sorry for being disobedient and for behaving badly and I will try to be better Miss."
"Oh Kitty, come give me a kiss, silly girl."

Katie stepped into the embrace, bending at the waist to reach her owner's upturned mouth. The kiss was sensuous and passionate, though all too brief.

"Would you like those clamps to come off your pussy?"
"Yes Mi... If it pleases you Miss," Katie quickly corrected herself.
"Well Kitty the look on your face each time one moves, yes there it is," Lauren said smiling as her hand reached beneath Katie's skirt and jiggled the clamps together, "well Kitty that is priceless. You are such a pretty Kitty. But... I want your mind on the job so lift up your skirt.”

Katie stood demurely, lifting up the short white skirt and baring her clamped pussy for her owner. It was then that the full realisation of what was about to happen hit her. The clamps had hurt sooo much more when they had been removed from her nipples. What was going to happen to her now? Could she even stand the pain?

Katie felt nothing for a second but as the blood rushed back into the tender flesh of her soft lip, she could not help the high-pitched grunt that echoed around the room. The pain was too much, she was going to pass out. She went pale and looked to Lauren for support. Those pale blue eyes were watching her intently. She felt as if they were willing strength to her.

Her owner wanted this. Lauren wanted these clamps off. She had put them there in the first place of course but she had no choice, that was punishment. Katie clenched her delicate jaw and breathed out slowly, preparing herself for the removal of the other clamp. She felt Lauren's warm hands brush her thigh and tensed her entire body.

It was off... and there was the pain. A surging wave of agony surfed up her body, crashing deep in her chest. She wondered what that high-pitched wail was a moment before realising the noise was coming from her. She immediately cut it off remembering just where she was.

"Right Kitty, go into the bathroom and do your makeup like you were shown. The time for tears is over ok? I want that pretty face nice and fresh. Understand?"
"Yes Miss."

The pain of the clamps did not leave her, though it diminished during the time it took for her to make herself presentable. She dabbed at her eyes with cold water before putting the eyeliner on as Lauren had showed her. She even dared a peek under her skirt, just to make sure there was no real damage done to her tender parts. Two small marks were all she could see through the curls.

"At last Kitty, I hope you weren't just standing there admiring yourself in the mirror?"
"No Miss," Katie hurried to defend herself.
"Right then, we need to catalogue your clothes. You will take each piece of clothing, stand up against this wall and smile," Lauren explained, brandishing a camera.

Katie looked at the object she held not wanting to be a part of this. She didn't want any pictures taken of her. Like it matters she told herself. It matters, she countered, arguing with herself yet again. She knew what Lauren already had but somehow it didn't make a difference. She didn't want any more photos taken of her, especially not closeup hi-res photos that this camera would no doubt take.

As in everything though, she had no choice. She could rant and rave to herself all she liked, shed a tear or drop her lip. It made no difference to Lauren. She was a slave now and if Lauren ordered her to do something, she knew she should do it. Would do it, bitch. Don't sugarcoat it. You will do it, whether you like it or not doesn't matter, not to Lauren, not to anyone. The only thing that mattered was what she would do, and she would do as she was told.

"Chop chop Kitty. Start with your panties. Once I have the shot you will remove that item and put it away. Neatly Kitty. Your wardrobe will not become the mess that it was before."

Katie dutifully removed the shirt and skirt and placed them on the bed, after first neatly folding them. She turned to her dresser and picked up the first pair of panties on the tiny pile. She slipped them quickly up her legs and pulled them snug against her pussy. A moment later she found herself against the wall, facing Lauren who looked at her down the viewfinder of the camera.

"Oh Kitty, you are so cute. You are such a good girl."

Katie smiled shyly at the compliment, the exact response that Lauren desired. These pictures were, in truth, for choosing the outfits that Katie would wear each day, but she was sure to find other uses for them. When Lauren lowered the camera Katie removed the panties, folded them and put them in her drawer before reaching for the next pair.

For what seemed like an hour Katie dressed and undressed, one piece of clothing at a time. She felt helpless and hopeless as she performed the demeaning task. Strangely it was when she wore just a bra, or a blouse, her body bare from the waist down, that she felt the most vulnerable.

Somehow she managed to smile or give just the right expression for Lauren as she never failed to take a picture. Sometimes it took a little longer, but she was never angry and never became frustrated. Katie was very thankful for that. This was hard enough as it was, degrading herself like this. She knew she wasn't much of a model but Lauren had such patience with her.

As Katie hung the last dress up in the closet she breathed a sigh of relief, a genuine smile of joy transforming her face from the usual mask of despair. She was, however, naked once again. Since Lauren came into her room that afternoon, red and panting from her run, Katie's life had been a constant swing between naked and clothed.

It felt weird, discomforting, to be naked with another person in the room. The fact the other person was clothed made it worse and the fact that it was Lauren, a girl from school, her own age who had claimed her as property, turned it into an almost overwhelming shame. Without clothing she felt exposed and vulnerable, unable to ever feel truly comfortable.

"Ok Kitty. You did a good job modelling for me. You wear those clothes like a real little slut but Kitty, you must always remember who you belong to. Whose slut are you?
"Yours Miss."
"Excuse me?"
"I am your slut Miss," said Kitty, her head hung modestly.
"If you ever forget that Kitty, if I ever catch you flaunting that little slut body to anyone but me, you will regret that lapse of behaviour more than you could know right now."
"Miss I won't, I promise I won't," Katie pleaded, not sure why it was so important to make Lauren believe her.
"We will see Kitty. You are untrained both as a slut and as a slave. You have an obvious natural talent for both and when you have fully blossomed into the slut you are, then we shall see. You don't like that word Kitty?"
"Um, Miss it's, not really, it's just that..."
"You're a virgin, yes I know Kitty. Being a slut has nothing to do with having sex with heaps of boys. It has everything to do with giving yourself over to sexual desire. Letting passion and desire rule your body, letting the power in your cunt inform who you are. We both know how wet you get and I see the way you move. Your instincts are there Kitty, you just don't really understand them. You are so lucky Kitty, because I do. I could see you were a slut even before I saw you that day on the internet."

Katie blushed at the memory, keen for Lauren to talk about something else. She had moved into her lecture mode, as Katie called it, and the things she was saying, the way they made her feel, was disturbing.

"Now Kitty, this is all wrong," Lauren said, turning her by the shoulders to look at her closet. "Dresses, skirts, pants, shorts," her owner said, pointing to different areas of the closet. "Fix that up now. Once you receive the catalogue you can finesse it a little more. You need some order in your life Kitty. Laziness and sloppiness will not be tolerated."
"Yes Miss."
"No wonder you are not doing well at school. But we have already said goodbye to that little piglet haven't we Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie said emphatically, though the jibe still hurt.
"Get dressed."
'Um, excuse me Miss," Katie hazarded hesitantly once she was clothed in the skirt and shirt that Lauren had chosen earlier that night.
"What?"
"Miss would you like a drink or a snack?"
"You know Kitty I would. You have chocolate?"
"Yes Miss, there is some dark chocolate."
"Oooh, my favourite Kitty. Glass of milk and some chocolate. By the way, what did your parents think of the sleeping arrangements?"
"Um, I don't know Miss. It was all a bit sudden, I haven't asked."
"Do so now."

Katie left the room, pleased with herself. She hadn't been sure if Lauren would appreciate her showing some initiative but if her owner was happy then there was a much better chance that she would be happy.

"Excuse me Dad? Where is Lauren going to sleep tonight?" It felt weird saying the name, her owner's name. It had been the first time she had said it since... well since that first meeting in the library.
"I thought you girls might like to sleep together," her father said when Katie confronted her parents in the den. Katie blushed at her father's words. What had Lauren told him? Her paranoia was starting to come back with full force.
"We could bust out the old camping mattress though you girls are going to have to blow it up yourselves. And no using it as a trampoline!"
"Sure Dad, that sounds great. I'll get it out. I'm getting a snack now if that's ok. Do you want anything?"
"You're a sweet girl Kat," said her mother. "We're fine. You girls have fun, don't worry about us. And honey, don't worry about us annoying you, we'll give you some privacy."

Now Katie really was worried. She knew Lauren would never have said anything about her being a slave or about what they had done, and she knew her parents could not possibly be talking about anything sexual but there was a small niggling feeling at the back of her brain that kept whispering that they knew, that Lauren had accomplished the impossible and somehow gotten them onside with their daughter being the slave of another girl.

What could it have been? The lure of ensuring Katie got good grades? That her behaviour would improve and she would be a good respectful girl who helped with chores and applied herself? She knew she was being stupid. She tried to shake it off, but as she collected the food for Lauren it stayed with her, persistent and annoying.

"Miss? I have-"
"Kitty, hush. You will wait until you are acknowledged. A slave does not force her presence on anyone, especially not her owner."

Katie stood contritely, the glass of milk in one hand, a small white plate with a few small squares of chocolate placed in the middle. She didn't hold out any hope of actually getting to taste any of the chocolate, especially not after being chastised for her poor behaviour. But how was she supposed to know all this stuff? She seemed to be a constant disappointment.

"Open."

Katie dutifully opened her mouth, stretching her jaws wider as Lauren pushed something large and round between past her teeth. Katie gagged on the intruder trying to force it out of her mouth with her tongue. She wanted the rubber ball out of her mouth, the plastic taste not something she was particularly fond of.

"Kitty what were you told? A slave accepts whatever her owner gives to her. You open your mouth and take what you are given. That goes for any of your holes Kitty," instructed Lauren, fastening the strap tightly behind the bewildered teen's head. "A slave who does not know when to speak, loses the privilege of speech. What you have is a ballgag. I hope it will help you to learn this lesson. Milk here, snack there. Do you use anything other than your dildo to orgasm?"

Katie was taken offguard by the abrupt change in topic, but she nodded obediently. The gag in her mouth felt strange and uncomfortable, her jaws already beginning to ache from the unnatural position.

"Get it."

Katie kneeled down, removed the drawer from the desk revealing her secret hiding place to Lauren. She retrieved the small bullet vibrator and presented it to her owner as she had been taught.

"Kitty you sneaky little slut. Do you have any more secrets?"

Katie shook her head gently from side to side, frustrated by the presence of the gag. If she knew she couldn't speak, why was she being asked questions? Well you answered them didn't you? That was logic with which she could not argue it was just that she hated the gag in her mouth. It made her feel so helpless, even though she could reach up and remove it at any time.

"Kitty your Mom tells me that you like to dance, is that right?"
Katie nodded apprehensively.
"Dance for me Kitty. I have deleted all the crap stuff from your ipod so choose a song and let that sex kitten out to play."

Katie looked at Lauren, pleading with her eyes for the gag to be removed. She did like dancing and often danced in her bedroom, working out routines to music, though she had never dared dance for anyone else. Well there was that time online, her first time using the site that put her in this predicament.

She didn't know if she could dance with the gag in, of course it wouldn't stop her body from moving but it made her feel uncomfortable and she didn't know if she could feel the music and put on a good show. She had been failing in so many things that she didn't want to be a disappointment yet again.

Lauren jumped on the bed and settled in to watch the performance. The music started to fill the room. It was an old pop track, but one that had been popular in its day. Katie stood uncertain of what to do at first. She looked to Lauren and the unhappy frown that she saw on her owner's face almost made her heart stop. The desolate teen immediately burst into action, desperate to change Lauren's expression. She knew the song, loved it, and remembered the routine she had worked out, her body slipping into the movements like a hand into an old glove.

She danced for Lauren, undulating and twisting her body, using the curves that she had been blessed with. Her hips gyrated slowly as she twisted her body languidly. She lost her way a little as the gag broke her concentration. She was mouthing the words along with the song and the large obstruction in her mouth made it impossible to do.

Lauren was impressed. The slut could dance, who would have known? Little Kitty was just full of surprises. It just went to prove the age-old adage, you really couldn't judge a book by its cover. She could see the discomfort the gag caused, especially as a thick string of drool slid down to dangle from her chin. With a choreographed swish of her body, the long sticky saliva strand flicked up onto her face. Lauren giggled as Katie cringed but did not miss a step.

When the song ended, Katie was breathless. She stood at attention, her chest heaving beneath the pretty pink top, embarrassed at having to perform for another girl, yet secretly hoping her performance had not been found wanting. The panting teen waited patiently as Lauren got up from the bed and came to her.

"You dance beautifully Kitty. If ever there was proof you were a slut, you just displayed it. When you perform like that for your owner you are to finish each time with a dainty curtsey. This let's your owner know that it was a slave performing for her owner, not just a slut indulging herself."

Katie looked at the ground as she did a little curtsey for her owner. You curtseyed when you met the queen, not when you danced like a slut for a 16 year old girl. But what did she know, Lauren had commanded it and she must comply.

"Let's have this off shall we, that deserved a kiss." Lauren turned Katie around, with a gentle push on her shoulders, and unstrapped the gag. "Clean Kitty."

Katie looked at the black ball of the gag that Lauren held in front of her face. It glistened with her saliva, thick frothy strings hanging from the bottom of the rubber sphere. Katie balked at the demeaning order but she pushed out her tongue and licked the gag clean, hating the feel of the ropey spit as it slid around her mouth. It was only spit she tried to tell herself but it did not make the degradation any easier to accept.

"My, my Kitty. It seems your pussy isn't the only one of your holes that gets crazy-wet."

Katie blushed, sure that Lauren thought that was a compliment, though Katie felt only shame. The flustered teen had little time to think about it, as Lauren's mouth closed over hers. For the first time, the kiss was not brief. Lauren had decided it was time to explore a little more of her slave and she launched into a sensual, erotic embrace that aroused both young girls.

Soft, moist tongues, slid over and around each other in a fierce, lusty battle. Lauren reached out and pulled Katie closer, one hand clamped firmly on the back of Katie's neck. Lauren felt her slave come alive under her amorous attentions. Without conscious thought Katie's hands found Lauren's waist, tenderly massaging the warm bare flesh of her waist.

Lauren could feel the juices flowing between her legs, so she knew Katie would be soaked, no doubt her cream oozing through the black bush that hid her intimate cleft. When Lauren finally pushed her away, Katie held on to the taller girl's waist and eased herself forward, unwilling for the kiss to end. Lauren was insistent and Katie did not press her luck a second time.

"Do you have something to say now Kitty?
"Yes Miss," Katie began, breathless. "I am very sorry for speaking out of turn. I promise to be better and Miss thank you so much for, um... kissing me," Katie ended lamely. She had started out so well, why had she added that at the end? It was a dumb thing to say. She had been forced to kiss Lauren, it was for Lauren's pleasure not hers. She was property, used by her owner as she saw fit. She was not doing her any favours, especially not by turning her into some lesbian slut!

"It was my pleasure Kitty, though not as much as you I guess. What I meant was, what about the sleeping arrangements. You were ordered to find out."
"Yes Miss, sorry Miss," Katie said, admonishing herself for her stupidity. She had babbled on about being disobedient and kissing when all Lauren wanted to know was what she had been told to find out. "We can have the camping mattress that we will have to blow up, it's an air mattress."
"Different from those water mattresses you blow up hey Kitty," Lauren laughed. "And?"
"Miss I said that I would get it."
"Do so. One minute Kitty, you have wasted too much time tonight."

Katie ran from the room, frantic at the short time she had been given. She thought she knew where the mattress was, but she wasn't sure. She couldn't afford to waste any time. She flew down the stairs and into the garage her skirt flying up, flashing her pantyless ass. It was in the cupboard at the back wasn’t it?. Please, please, yes! Katie grabbed the mattress and the pump and ran back upstairs as fast as she could.

Was she back in time? Katie stood in the centre of the room, this time waiting to be acknowledged. Lauren was going through the drawers of her desk and it took her a few minutes to turn toward the waiting teen.

"Put it by the door. Bathroom." Katie did as she was told, placing the mattress and pump by the door and moving back out onto the landing and into the bathroom, feeling Lauren marching close behind her. "Pee Kitty."

Katie sat on the toilet, the heat of her humiliation burning her cheeks. Not only did she have to ask permission to use the toilet but now she was being ordered to relieve herself like a dog. She did need to go but that didn't make her feel any better. She had never felt smaller than when she heard the yellow liquid splash into the bowl, urine that she had been ordered to release.

"Now wait for me in your room. Naked and kneeling."

Katie left the bathroom, fear etched across her pretty face. She could not lock the door, Lauren would need to get in. Her mother may have said they wouldn't be bothered but since when could you trust parents? She had to have a plan. What she came up with was feeble at best, but it was all she could manage. As she removed her skirt and top she folded them and placed each one on the very edge of the bed, within reach. If someone came in she could quickly scramble to her clothes and pretend she was just changing. How she would explain not wearing panties or a bra or the fact that she was changing into the same clothes she had been wearing she didn't know.

The young girl had a feeling that the entire night had simply been a warmup for what was to come. Some necessary housekeeping issues that Lauren wanted seen to before the real plans could be play out. Katie shivered at the thought of what was to come, though she wasn’t quite sure if it was from fear or anticipation. She knew which she would rather it be, but she felt equally certain that the truth behind that shiver was something she did not want to face.

Chapter 5. A Taste of Oblivion
The door opened and Katie prepared to spring. She relaxed when Lauren came through the door, unable to hide the happy relief she felt at seeing the girl.

"Attention. Put your wrists together Kitty, palms facing each other. Kitty wants to please?"
"Yes Miss, Kitty wants to please."
"What does an owner find most pleasing in a slave Kitty?"
"Um," Katie stalled, needing time to think. She sensed this was an important question that she needed to get right. "Um obedience Miss." Luckily she had been able to curb her tendency to turn her answers into questions, though she had once again just been about to.
"Good girl Kitty."

A tiny smile twitched at the corners of Katie's mouth. She was ashamed of her response and it quickly disappeared. She knew Lauren well enough by now to know this was leading somewhere. Her answer was the feel of rope at her wrists, tightly woven and smooth. Katie squirmed as the rope was pulled tighter and looped around the soft skin of her wrists, time and again. Lauren stepped away leaving the ends of the rope trail down to tickle Katie's thighs.

"On your stomach Kitty."

Katie sank dutifully to her knees, not quite sure what was happening. Her hands had been tied behind her back, actually tied, with rope. She wriggled her hands but there was very little movement and the rope dug in to the soft skin of her wrists. What was Lauren doing? She couldn't tie her up in her own house, in her own room. When she was naked, or modeling her new wardrobe, it had been a simple matter of throwing some extra clothes on if they were interrupted. But now?

She eased her body onto the carpet, turning onto her left hip before easing herself down to the floor. As she lay on her stomach, trembling with uncertainty, she thought about how much harder things were without the use of your hands. She shouldn't be doing this, she knew she should have told Lauren it was too dangerous, that she had to stop. She did nothing. She said nothing. She had simply obeyed and now her hands were trapped behind her back.

A rope was looped around her ankles and tied tightly as the young girl lay quietly on the floor, submitting to the bondage. With each new loop and each tightening of the smooth ropes against her skin she felt her life slipping away. She had felt it before, stronger in some moments, weaker in others, but now it consumed her. She was the property of another, a toy for them to play with as they saw fit.

Her ankles were soon secured as tightly as her wrists. It felt different to her hands and when she snuck a peek back down her body she saw that her feet had been crossed at the ankles before being tied. The rope had been looped around her ankles covering them in a thick band of twisted black cord.

Katie gasped as her hands were pulled sharply behind her, the first sound she had made since the rope slipped around her wrist. She had been a silent participant in her bondage but not a willing one. Her back arched as her wrists were pulled back and her legs were pulled forward until they almost touched.

Her breasts rose off the ground as she arched her body, trying to escape the pressure, but unwittingly assisting Lauren in securing her body. Katie moaned as her legs were bent further, her arms stretched a little more. When Lauren had finished the hogtie, Katie was aching in a hundred different places. Her body was not made for this. She rested her forehead on the ground but discovered this only increased the pressure on her body.

Small tears welled as she struggled to keep her head off the ground. She could only manage it for a short time before surrendering to the strain and lowering her head once again to the floor, starting the whole frustrating process anew.

"Oh Kitty you are so gorgeous, " said Lauren as she knelt before the struggling teen. She shuffled her body in closer until her body was resting against that of the young, bound girl. "Let me help you."

Lauren lifted Katie's head by her pigtails and settled her slave's face in her lap. She could feel Katie's firm breasts squashed against her knees, the stiff nipples creating twin points of pressure she could sense even through the pants she wore. Lauren brushed the hair back from her face, the tender motion confusing Katie even further. There was nothing she could do. She leaned into her owner receiving her attention gratefully.

Even as she did so, the tears intensified. She had felt helpless before, small and vulnerable and without control. It was not until now that she knew real helplessness. She couldn't move. She couldn't protect herself. Her body, her life, was no longer hers. The tears fell as the sensations dominated and devoured all others. She was nothing.

"Kitty, you are lazy, slovenly and you aren't the smartest of girls. These things you don't deny?"
"No Miss," Katie sobbed into her owner's lap, her tears marking the dark material with growing circles of moisture.
"But you have served me well, I must admit. A few hiccups but your training is only beginning so that is to be expected. When a slave pleases her owner, she can sometimes be rewarded. Would you like to be rewarded Kitty?"
"If it is your wish Miss," Katie replied demurely, still confused by the overwhleming sensations the restraints were causing in her body and mind. She couldn't understand what was happening. She wasn't in any real danger, was she? And yet being tied like this was having a profound effect on her. She couldn't seem to calm her whirling emotions and that frightened her as much as the intense vulnerability she felt each time she tried to move.

"I think my little Kitty has deserved a reward. What do you think would be the most fitting reward for a slut like you Kitty? Apart from the chance to serve your owner, that is a given."
"Um."

What could she say? To be untied? She wanted that so badly. Every moment she felt the ropes tight against her skin she was on the verge of panic. Struggling would get her nowhere. The ropes were uncomfortably tight, though the rope was smooth against her skin, even where it dug almost painfully into her flesh.

"Well Kitty if you don't know then I am not sure you should be rewarded," Lauren teased, caressing the sides of the bound girl's breasts.
"Um," Katie said hesitantly. She had to think of something fast. She was disappointing her owner again. Lauren was laughing now, but Katie knew that could turn quickly and if it did, talk of reward could turn to talk of punishment. A fitting reward? A slut? It was almost as if a lightbulb pinged on above her head. She really wasn't the smartest of girls.

"Um, to come Miss."
"Kitty it may be a reward but a slave still asks for her rewards," Lauren said, pinching the firm meat of Katie's flattened breast.
"May I come please Miss."
"Kitty a slave always asks permission to come. You will never come without permission do you understand?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, sniffling back further tears.
"When you are ready to come, you request permission. Not five minutes before, not even one minute before. You request permission to come and do not do so until permission has been granted."
"Yes Miss."
"You're having trouble keeping your head up aren't you Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," the straining teen admitted, hoping that her plight would been lessened at last.
"Ok then," Lauren said as she slid out from underneath the pretty teen, allowing her head to rest gently against the carpeted floor. Katie could feel the smirk in Lauren's voice and a tiny shiver ran through her naked body.

Moments later her head was pulled slowly but inexorably backwards. Lauren had collected her pigtails and wound them into one thick strand. Seconds later a rope was tied around her hair, fixing her head high off the floor. The strain in her neck was instantly uncomfortable but she no longer had any trouble keeping her head off the ground.

Katie was unable to stop fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. She hated crying but she did not even have control of that. She was completely at Lauren's mercy, her body had been taken from her. She knew that she had signed it away, along with everything she was, but it was not until this moment that she really knew what that meant. What it meant to be a slave. It had never really been a game, not for Lauren. She had been stupid ever to think that. If it was not a game for Lauren, then it was not a game for her. Property was defined only by its owner. Shit, she was now beginning to sound like Lauren as well.

That was the thought that held her when she felt the first warm touch between her legs. Lauren's hands were on her thighs, their warm, insistent pressure pushing her legs apart.

"Oh Kitty," Lauren gasped, giggling as she looked thicket that sprouted between the teen's legs. The thick bush hid the silken folds of Katie's sex, the cleft from which oozed a river of cream. "You are so fucking wet Kitty.'

Katie would have hung her head in shame if she could. She knew her sex had moistened. Her arousal had begun with a kiss. She had been unable to control it and had soon surrendered, putting aside her foolish protestations. She yelped when Lauren slid two fingers across her slit, collecting the thick white cream.

Katie's mouth was already open and gasping as Lauren pushed her fingers inside. The taut teen had glimpsed the large blob of cream that coated the tips of the two fingers and she tasted it seconds later. The familiar musky scent, that hint of sourness, flushed her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the intruder as if it had a mind of its own.

"Kitty, you little slut," Lauren laughed as tears dripped from the suckling girl's chin. "When was the last time you had an orgasm?"
"Um," mumbled Katie around her owner's fingers. "Sunday Miss."
"How long do you usually leave between orgasms?"
"Miss, almost everyday Miss."
"Almost Kitty? Such a little slut."

Katie didn't want to say that sometimes she mastu-, played with her pussy more than once a day. Was that not normal? Why the fuck was she even thinking about that now? It was all this talk that she was a slut? Was she? Was her sexual appetite more than normal? Her pussy wasn't normal apparently, not from the way Lauren talked about it. Her owner seemed to know a lot more about this than she did.

Without warning, the pussy that she was so focused on, was penetrated. With one swift motion, half of her dildo was inside her. Katie groaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her sex was slick and steamy and the dildo slid past her plump lips with almost no resistance but she had not been ready for the speed or depth to which the hard glass dildo had been thrust into her.

It was silly to think so but she felt as if the breath had been pushed out of her and she struggled to breathe in, deep breaths through her open mouth. Once the motion had begun, Lauren did not stop, thrusting the dildo in and out of the hogtied teen. She could offer no resistance even if she had been so inclined. Katie's body was responding to the fucking in ways that could not be denied.

With each thrust the dildo entered a little more deeply and her pussy opened to accomodate. Katie realised that the sound she could hear was the soft squelching sound of the dildo slipping through the copious creamy secretions she was producing. Her cheeks, flushed with arousal, could not burn any hotter as, even through the haze of ecstasy that had fallen over her, she wondered if the sound of her pussy being violated could be heard outside the room.

She had not wanted this to happen. Even as Lauren lectured her on what a slave must do for an orgasm she had known that it would not matter, she would not come. She had made a decision, Lauren would not make her come. Only five minutes later and the foolish vow she had made was in danger of being broken. She really had no choice, she...

Holy Fuck! Katie's world exploded as Lauren placed the small bullet vibrator against her hard clit. The dildo continued to saw in and out of her wet sex, its entire length coated in the slimy cream that she produced. Katie's body tensed and jerked in her bonds, she could not control herself. Each fresh wave of pleasure that crashed over her left her gasping for air as her struggles pulled the ropes tighter.

Katie could feel the strain on her body, the ache in her shoulders and thighs, the tension in her neck, but the overwhelming sensations from her pussy pushed all else into the background. She was panting uncontrollably, grunting in a sharp primal staccato.

"May I come please Miss," she whispered as the vibrator was pressed into the base of her clit.
"What? I can't hear you Kitty?" Lauren replied breathlessly, her own arousal and her efforts to pleasure her slave making her breathing shallow and ragged.
"May I... fuck, Miss may I... oh may I come please Miss."

Katie was almost past the point of being able to speak. Her cunt was pulsing uncontrollably, the overwhelming sensations almost completely subduing the other parts of her brain. Her arms and legs quivered uncontrollably, when they weren't stretched against the tight rope bonds that held her in place.

"Yes Kitty, come for me my little slut."

Katie needed nothing more. Every muscle in her body convulsed as her orgasm burst upon her. She couldn't move. She couldn't breath. She couldn't think. Her entire world had shattered into tiny pieces, each one a shard of vibrating ecstasy that smothered her senses. Every nerve ending felt as if it was on fire, the blaze in her pussy consuming her, burning her flesh away, leaving nothing but a smouldering pile of sizzling cuntcream.

Lauren gasped as the bound girl squirmed and shuddered, her own arousal making her movements jagged and slow. And then it all stopped. Katie went limp, the small delicate squeaks that had filled the room had ended. Lauren looked at her girl, bewildered.

She reacted quickly, untying the rope that bound her hair to the hogtie. She gently eased Katie's head to the floor before leaning in to check on the silent teen. Katie was breathing, slowly, her eyes were closed and her face was peaceful. She had blacked out, Lauren realised. The little slut had actually fainted from the power of the orgasm.

She had not come across this in her reading and she was unsure what she should do. Wake the little slut up or let it take it's natural course. She looked so pretty and serene that Lauren decided to see how it played out. She didn't seem to be in any danger and the idea excited her. Kitty was so highly wound, so much the natural slut that she could not even handle her own orgasms.

Lauren’s impatience got the better of her and the gentle caressing of her breast intensified until she pinched the unconscious girl's left nipple cruelly. Katie came to, gasping and panting exhaustedly. The explosive climax that had wracked her body surged across her senses. It's power was muted but it was enough to send small aftershocks of a second orgasm rippling through her tightly bound body.

She was incapable of speech. Small, high-pitched yips escaped her lips as she panted frantically. She had no recollection of what had happened. Her mind was still fuzzy though she registered that Lauren was now kneeling by her face and the dildo was no longer inside her. Without thought she lamented the loss of the glass intruder wanting desperately for this pleasure to continue forever.

"My, my, Kitty. It's official. Cutest. Slut. In. The. World."

Katie didn't know what Lauren was saying, the words barely registering in her hazy brain. She knew she was tied up. The pain in her muscles had come rushing back into her body as the waves of pleasure slowly receded. She was tied, naked on her floor. Reality crashed upon her. She had just had an orgasm. She had just been forced to have an orgasm. She had asked, but that changed nothing, she had been forced, her body had responded but she had no choice.

"Kitty have you ever fainted after you have come?"
"Uh, wha? Uh no Miss," Katie replied dazedly, her brain still not working properly, thoughts of the tight, slick feeling in her pussy pushing all other thoughts aside.
"No I don't suppose you would have. Now Kitty, do have something to say?"
"Yes Miss, thank you for making me come Miss."
"No Kitty, I did not make you come. I allowed you to come. Nobody made you. That was all Kitty. Now try again."
"Thank you for allowing me to come Miss," Katie replied, the frustration at being corrected sneaking through in her exhausted state.
"Kitty you have just had the best orgasm in your entire, miserable life and you thank me like that? Well you won't be having another anytime soon, I can guarantee you that. Ungrateful little bitch."
"No Miss, sorry Miss. Thank you so much for allowing me to come."
"Shutup Kitty. Do you know why I allowed you to come?"
"No Miss."
"No, a selfish little slut like you wouldn't. You came because I wanted you to. It pleased me to see you squirm like a little slut. You came for me Kitty. Any pleasure, or any pain, that a slave experiences is because her owner wishes it."

Lauren grabbed the rope tied to her pigtails and pulled her head back, securing it tightly, lifting Katie's head off the floor and causing the young girl to gasp in discomfort. Tears rolled down her pretty face as the emotional rollercoaster to which she had been strapped since Monday, took her into the lowest trough she had experienced. She was despondent and felt completely lost. She had gone from the ultimate of highs to the most terrifying of lows in the space of a few seconds and it had all been her fault.

Lauren had allowed her to come, allowed her to feel like she had never felt in her life before, the afterglow of which was still causing her to catch her breath from time to time. And what had she done? Instead of thanking her, showing some gratitude, she got cranky at being corrected. Lauren was right to be angry with her. Katie could not see what Lauren was doing but she could hear her typing. The strict hogtie would not even let her turn her head and she could not even see her owner in the blurry periphery of her vision.

"Well Kitty it is apparently uncommon but it seems that some sluts do indeed black out after intense orgasms. What do you think about that?"
"Um I don't know Miss." She didn't remember blacking out.
"Well what do you think it says about you hmmm?"
"Um that I am a slut Miss."
"Correct Kitty, but we both knew it already. But the kind of slut, well now. It has never happened to you before. Your cunt doesn't usually get as wet as that either does it?"
"No Miss," Katie had to agree, though she did so with some reluctance.
"I think you are responding to your new status Kitty. Being a slave suits you. It is what you were born for. Aren't you lucky I found you now?"
"Yes Miss, thank you Miss."

Katie found it odd having a conversation with someone she could not see, trussed up on the floor naked as the day she was born. Her pussy still pulsed every now and then, and her clit was so hard it was painful, but the aches in her back and legs and shoulders were what concerned her.

The naked teen continued to weep but they were no longer tears of despair and disappointment. The pain in her body was growing and the frustration she felt in her bondage was beginning to consume her thoughts once more. Being unable to move, to stretch her tired limbs was getting to her. She was used to relaxing, stretching languidly for a long time after she came, gently caressing her breasts and belly, luxuriating in the soft glow of pleasure that infused her body like a golden light. Now she was tied up like a prize pig, control of her body taken from her. She felt the loss deeply.

"Kitty I am very disappointed in your behaviour. You must be punished. You know that don't you?"
"Yes Miss, I am very sorry Miss. I deserve to be punished."
"You will have a chance to affect the type and severity of your punishment Kitty. If you are a good girl... well, we shall see."
"Yes Miss, thank you Miss. I promise to be good," Katie pleaded.
"Well then."

The pillows off her bed were thrown onto the floor in front of her. Katie stared at them in confusion. Was she going to be allowed out of this infernal rope and allowed to stretch on the floor. She heard music start behind her, a weird music that seemed all spacey guitars mixed with sounds like blowing of wind. Her confusion increased until Lauren stepped in front of her.

Katie watched, her eyebrows raised high to see off the floor, as Lauren slipped out of her tight black yoga pants in one swift downward motion. The small black thong that Lauren wore quickly followed and Katie drank in the smooth, toned legs of her owner.

Lauren eased herself to the floor, her movements lithe and liquid, reminding Katie of the graceful movements of a cat. Lauren lay back on the pillows and spread her legs, placing one on either side of the bound girl. Katie could not help but stare at the shaved pussy only inches from her face. She could smell Lauren's arousal and see the slick moisture coating the tight pink slit.

As Lauren's legs spread, her pussy opened but a little, the tight, wet hole, displaying the promise of what was to come. Her owner's juice was clear and viscous. She could see a thin string bridging the dark red hole, joining each slim lip with the sticky evidence of her desire.

"Come Kitty."

Katie continued to stare at the tight slit between her owner's legs. It smelled nothing like her own pussy, somehow crisper and less heavy. She wondered what it would taste like. She could see Lauren's tight pink asshole clenched beneath the slick opening of her pussy and stared as it clenched, making her owner's pussy appear as if it was beckoning to her.

Her face was still inches away from her goal but how was she to get there. Lauren lay back on her pillows and watched her, waiting. Katie had promised to be a good girl. She knew what was required of her. She knew this was her chance to please her owner. She had thought about eating pussy as every girl did, wondering what it would be like, how it would taste and feel beneath her tongue and lips. But faced with the reality it was much more frightening.

She wanted to, she knew it. Denying it would be stupid and she was done with being stupid. She wanted to eat Lauren's pussy to make her feel good, to make up for her poor behaviour, to show her she could be good. But most of all she desired it. Her own sex twitched and tightened at the thought.

She had to move. Lauren would start getting angry and question her commitment. Not five minutes ago she had promised to be good. A promise was only words. Katie was good at giving them but bad at keeping them. She knew she would have to improve. Lauren would not stand for it. She squirmed in her bonds, trying desperately to move forward, achieving little more than causing the ache in her body to intensify. How was she even supposed to do this? She couldn't move! Tears of frustration welled in her eyes as she tried to inch forward, her owner's wet pussy no closer for all her efforts.

Side to side you dumb bitch, a voice came out of nowhere. She tried not to think about it, how she was demeaning herself now. She didn't care right now, as she rocked her body from side to side she was able to move forward a fraction of an inch at a time. It was good advice. She was gasping and sweaty by the time she reached Lauren's glistening slit.

"Hmmm, that isn't going to work is it Kitty," mused Lauren as she realised that Katie’s head was a little too high off the ground. Her slave was the one who needed to do the work here, not her. She leaned forward, pressing her belly into Katie's face and untied the rope that held her head back at such a cruel angle.The relief as the tension in her neck eased caused Katie to cry out in anguish. When Lauren lay back and released her, Katie's head flopped into her owner's lap, her mouth falling directly over Lauren's moist sex. Her head was violently wrenched backwards and her left cheek stung at the sharp impact of the slap.

"Have some respect bitch. Each slave worships her owner's body and where is the seat of that worship Kitty?"
"The pussy Miss."
"Right first time slut. Now show me that you understand."

Katie eased her head onto the waiting pussy. She didn't really know what to do. She had never done this before, never really thought about it past the casual musings of what it would be like. What was she supposed to do? What if she was bad?

Her tongue pushed tentatively past her lips and snaked towards the smooth lips. She could smell her owner keenly. The young girl's pussy clenched as her tongue made contact sliding up the slick silken lips. She began lapping at Lauren's pussy, her tongue sliding between the tight lips caressing the soft pink folds, covering the cunt with her own warm hole.

She heard Lauren respond, a light, whispered gasp. Katie took heart from the reaction and increased the tempo, her tongue flicking into the opening of her owner's cunt. Her nose bumped Lauren's clit and the moan that resulted was like a balm to Katie's aching muscles. The discomfort was still there but her world was narrowing: her mouth on her owner's pussy was all that mattered.

She lifted her face a little higher and flicked her tongue across the hard bud of Lauren's clit. Quick, sideways motions caused faster, deeper moans of pleasure. Katie closed her mouth over the tender pink hood and the sensitive button beneath and suckled like a babe at the teat. Lauren thrashed beneath her as Katie intensified her attentions. It was not long before Lauren reached forward, grabbed Katie's pigtails and wrenched her head forward, mashing her face into her pussy. Katie's tongue was fully extended, dipping into the sensitive pink folds of her vagina, tasting her deeply.

Lauren came violently, thrusting her hips forward and forcing Katie's head down, sealing her face against her pulsing sex. Katie's nose was buried against Lauren's hard clit, each attempt at a breath driving Lauren wild with the subtle vibrations. As her climax crested she thrust her hips, fucking Katie's face violently.

The tightly bound teen began to fight for air. She tried pulling her head away but Lauren was too strong. Her mouth was filled with wet, pulsing cunt. Her body tensed and writhed within its bonds but she was unable to break away. She breathed in, inhaling the scent of Lauren's orgasm but getting precious little air. Her vision began to narrow, and then she was free.

Katie gasped in great lungfuls of air, ignoring the pain of each deep breath as it expanded her lungs and caused her body to arch cruelly in the hogtie. She looked up at Lauren, her head resting on her left side. The other girl still wore the small midriff-baring top but her nipples were threatening to break through the tight-fitting fabric. Her bare pussy was more open than before, the entire area between her legs glistening under the soft lights above.

"Good Kitty, good girl," Lauren gasped. "Clean me up Kitty. There's a good girl."

Katie ignored the pain in her body and the throbbing between her own legs and lifted her head from the ground and reached forward with her tongue. Lauren giggled as Katie's tongue made contact with the puffy lips of her sex. Katie almost stopped but remembered her lessons on obedience. She didn't know why her owner was giggling. Was she doing something wrong?

"Oh Kitty," Lauren giggled breathlessly. "Clean everywhere, nice and clean Kitty. A slave never leaves a mess."

Lauren was laughing almost uncontrollably now and rested a hand on Katie's head to push her away, but each time her tongue lost contact with the sensitive flesh between her owner's legs, Lauren pulled her back to continue her task.

"You girls ok for everything?"

Katie froze, her tongue resting lightly along the crease between Lauren's pussy and her left leg. Holy fuck. Holy fucking hell. She was dead. They both were. Her dad was outside her door. It was locked, but so what. How long had he been there? Could he smell the miasma of sex that exuded from two teenage pussies?

Katie could feel the sticky residue of her arousal oozing from her sex, clinging to the tight mat of black curls, drying on her taut thighs. Her face was no less coated with Lauren's sexual secretions from nose to chin. What if he wanted to come in?

"No one told you to stop Kitty," hissed Lauren. "Answer your father Kitty."
"No thanks Dad, everything's fine."

Lauren continued giggling when Katie immediately went back to licking the tender flesh of her owner's sex. "Thanks Greg," she laughed, we have everything we need." Lauren tapped the other side of her sex with a finger and Katie obediently shifted her focus to clean the indicated spot.

"Ok then, your Mother and I are off to bed, just try and keep the music low ok."
"Ok Dad," Katie responded, her mouth relinquishing contact with Lauren's pussy for only as long as it took to speak the words. Lauren's giggling was mercifully dissipating as Katie dutifully continued to clean her juices from her body.

"Night then."
"Night Dad."
"Night Greg."

Katie could not hear her father leave, over the music in the background, Lauren's soft, occasional laughter and the low slurping noise she made as she cleaned her owner's pussy with her tongue.

"Ok Kitty, you have enjoyed yourself enough. What did you think of my pussy Kitty?"
"I loved it Miss," Katie blurted out without thinking. It was a question that she was bound to fuck up if she thought about it for too long. She didn't want to anger Lauren, not now. Was it a truthful answer? It was truthful as only an instinctive answer could be. She really had enjoyed it.
"Loved it? Oh Kitty you are adorable. We had better get your cunt clean huh."

Lauren stood up slowly, moving over the top of the bound girl allowing Kitty one last look at the saliva slick pussy she had pleasured. So that was what it was like to lick a pussy. Well she did more than lick but she didn't quite know the terminology for what she had done. A wave of shame suddenly overcame her.

“You don’t remember blacking out do you Kitty,” Lauren asked as she deftly untied the ropes that bound the young girl into the uncomfortable hogtie.

“No Miss,” Katie replied, still flustered by the concept. She was grateful that Lauren was finally releasing her from the painful bondage but all she could think of was what had happened when her body had reached the crest of that wave of ecstasy that Lauren forced her upon. She remembered the feeling. How could she forget? She still felt the occasional pulse deep inside her sex, a small flush of heat that spread throughout her belly. She remembered coming, the overwhelming sensations, the complete loss of control, but there were no gaps. As she convulsed in the throes of her climax, it was as if her body was not her own. She had never felt like that before. Was it the ropes that bound her so tightly and so uncomfortably, restricting her movement? Was it the sheer power of the orgasm, the fact that it was caused by another person? Or was it, as Lauren said, due to her new status as a slave? But she definitely did not remember blacking out. Does anyone?

“You were so cute Kitty. You were so peaceful but your pussy still throbbed, oozing out cream. Just gorgeous. You can put your legs down Kitty.”

Katie eased her legs to the floor. She heard the tiny crack as her knees straightened and for some unknown reason she blushed. Her wrists and ankles were quickly unbound. Katie lay exhausted on the floor, her arms flopped at her sides and her legs splayed out behind her. It felt as if the blood was flowing through her body for the first time in hours and she could feel every beat of her heart pushing the red liquid through her veins. Lauren traced the rope marks at her wrists and ankles, delighting in the indented patterns the tight restraints had left. She could feel the individual weave of each loop and a smile lit up her face as Katie quivered under her touch.

Katie clenched her hands slowly and wiggled her feet to help get some sensation back. She wasn’t sure if she should be just lying here on the floor but Lauren had said nothing, in fact she was kneeling beside her exploring her body with that gentle, loving touch. She could lie like this forever, she didn’t want to do anything wrong. She knew how quickly her owner could turn and she wanted to stay like this, contented, basking in the attention of another girl. She felt Lauren’s fingers slide through the small pool of sweat in the small of her back, running her slick fingers in tiny circles around the two small dimples above her buttocks.

The young girl groaned when she felt the warm, supple hands of her owner being to knead the knotted muscles in her shoulders and back. Katie lay there, absorbing the attention. Lauren’s forceful touch was uncomfortable, her insistent fingers sending shooting pains through her body, but it was a good pain. Katie enjoyed the feeling, never having had a massage before, and never needing one more than now. Before Lauren’s strong fingers reached the small of her back, Katie could feel her body stirring under the attention. She could sense the moistness in her sex and the growing warmth between her legs was doing as much to melt away the aches in her muscles as Lauren’s talented fingers.

“Okie doke Kitty, let’s get that pussy cleaned up. Stand at attention and you can use your fingers to scrape as much of that cunt slime as you can.”

Katie groaned as she gingerly pushed herself upright. She felt lightheaded and swayed a little as kaleidoscopic patterns of yellow and orange and red burst in her vision. Katie stood as straight as she could, her trembling knees threatening to buckle at any moment. It took her a few moments before she could orientate herself, but the moment her vision cleared and she saw the expectant, somewhat disapproving look on Lauren's face, her hand shot between her legs.

The naked young girl cupped her hand and scraped her curled fingers across her plump pussy. Her hand came away smeared in slime, white and clumpy. She knew what she had to do, and she had tasted herself many times, but there was something different about this time. Lauren was watching her, fully clothed once again, and the wrongness of what she was doing haunted her.

She did not want to clean her fingers but her hand continued to her mouth, her tongue came out to meet it and obediently licked the juice from her pussy from her fingers. She splayed them out, licking the sticky white strings that clung between her fingers like a wanton web spun by some sensual spider. Katie could look at Lauren no longer, her eyes downcast as she felt filthy and disgusting as she continued to taste her sex, cleaning the evidence of her own body's uncontrolled arousal.

As she cleaned her right hand, her left slid dutifully across her sex, removing any last remnants of her cream, and a few beads of something a little fresher. She swapped her clean right hand for her sloppy left, her attentive tongue not missing a beat.

"Enough slut. Attention," Lauren commanded before leaving the room.

Katie waited patiently for Lauren to return. She felt vulnerable and always somehow inadequate in Lauren's presence but she felt even more vulnerable when she was not with her. The door behind her was closed, she had heard it shut, but it was not locked. She could not even turn around, or shift her hands from behind her back as she feared Lauren's wrath if she did so.

When Lauren came back into the room she draped a cool, damp washcloth over Katie's shoulder. "You have not finished cleaning Kitty. I worked up a sweat on that cunt of yours."

Katie took the washcloth and immediately set to cleaning her owner's body. Lauren was now as naked as her property, her toned body shining under the thin sheen of sweat. Lauren had the kind of body that both boys and girls dreamed of. Her breasts were much smaller than Katie's but they just seemed perfect to her.

She had a petite, almost waifish frame and that, coupled with her athleticism and those haunting blue eyes made Katie think of some magical creature, she would have almost believed it if Lauren sprouted thin gossamer like wings and floated around the room. Katie wiped every inch of her, performing the duties expected of her. This wasn't so bad she thought, as she slid the damp cloth across Lauren's slim hips.

"Now clean yourself Kitty. Pay special attention to that fat cunt of yours," said Lauren as she dressed again.

Katie obeyed swiftly, the hint of menace in Lauren's voice spurring her on. She wondered if she had done something wrong. She didn't like it when Lauren referred to her vagina in that way. When she said pussy it felt naughty and cute, and there was always a hint of a smile in her words. Cunt was a harsh word and Katie could not help feeling filthy and bad, as if she had misbehaved.

"Get dressed Kitty and come to the bathroom. Bring that cute black thong with the pink edging, " Lauren ordered as she sauntered from the room.

Katie scrambled into her skirt and top and grabbed the underwear Lauren mentioned. When she reached the bathroom she found the other girl already brushing her teeth at the sink. "Clothes in the hamper and kneel." Ever compliant, Katie divested herself of the small outfit and placed it in the hamper. Naked, clothed, naked, clothed. It seemed to the tired teen, naked once again, that ever since she had arrived home from school that afternoon her entire existence could be reduced to a constant flux of dressing and undressing.

She kneeled on the cold tile floor beside her owner, sure to keep her legs spread as she had been trained. She watched Lauren brush her teeth without once looking in her direction. Katie waited patiently though a little despondently. She didn't like when she had to wait, when Lauren paid her no attention. She knew it was silly, and she was shamed by her feelings, but she could not help herself.

"Brush," was all Lauren said. Katie jumped to her feet and brushed her own teeth, acutely aware of her owner's scrutiny. She stayed at Katie's side and watched every small movement she made. The intensity of Lauren's gaze made her terribly insecure. She felt everything she was doing was wrong. She was only brushing her teeth for fucks sake, how wrong could she be?

"Long smooth strokes Kitty and not so hard. You'll wear those pretty gums away. It is a slave's duty to keep her body fit and healthy. It belongs to her owner and I expect a certain level of quality in everything I own. Now the bottom teeth again, you did not pay them sufficient attention."

Katie balked at being told how to brush her teeth. She was sixteen, she knew. She hated being treated like a child but being treated like property was even worse. Lauren was making sure that she knew that brushing her teeth, and staying healthy in general, was for someone else now as if she was talking about a car or something. But she had asked, she might have known that as soon as she questioned the situation Lauren would accommodate her. It was almost as if she was psychic.

"Now rinse Kitty. Tongue out. Brush your tongue now, long gentle strokes. Start at the back. We definitely need to look after that tongue Kitty," Lauren giggled.

Katie peered at herself in the mirror and saw the colour rise to her cheeks. Her tongue squirmed as the soft bristles of the brush tickled its sensitive pink length. She had just licked and sucked another girl's vagina, this very girl, and yet she was blushing furiously at a tiny joke.

"Good girl. Hurry up and pee and we can get to bed. We have a big day tomorrow."

Did she need to pee?” Once she was sat on the toilet she realised that she did need to go. Lauren continued to watch her and Katie continued to burn with the humiliation of having her most private actions watched and judged. Her legs were spread and she was sure Lauren could see the golden stream fall from her pussy. She felt disgusting. How could Lauren want anything to do with her after seeing her do this? She tried to put that thought out of her mind, wiggled her hips and patted the last few drops from her dark curls.

She dared a glance at her owner and could not believe that Lauren was smiling. Katie immediately dropped her eyes to the floor, unwilling or unable, to let Lauren see her anguish.

"Panties on Kitty," Lauren waited as Katie slid the small black thong lined with pink around the waist and legs, pulling it snugly against her bush and slipping it up between her buttocks. She smiled as Katie adjusted the waistband, a self-conscious movement, letting Lauren know she wanted to look her best. Yes, this little slut will do, Lauren mused wickedly.

Lauren reached out and grasped her hand. Katie came willingly, squeezing Lauren's hand gently as she was led from the room. Katie no longer knew right from wrong, she couldn't tell what she should be feeling, what she should accept and what she should resist. Her world had been turned upside down. No that wasn't quite right. Her world had been taken from her and what had been put in its place was so simple but so difficult to face: obedience and subservience.

It hadn't even dawned on her, until she was safely back in her room, once again standing at attention, that she had walked half-naked down the hall, being led by the hand by a 16 year old girl. A girl who owned her. It was enough to take her breath away.

"Hands in front Kitty. Make fists. Now, stay," Lauren commanded.

Katie cringed at the command but obeyed. Her eyebrows raised questioningly as she watched Lauren pull a roll of black tape from her bag. Katie's shoulders sagged a little, and she almost groaned aloud. She had thought that it was over for the night, that she would be allowed to rest and sleep. She was exhausted, the orgasm had taken more out of her than she realised. She knew she would be the one blowing up the mattress but she had thought after that she would surely be allowed some peace.

Katie stood still as a statue as Lauren wrapped the tape around her curled fingers, encasing each fist in a tight black casing that reached to the wrist. Once done, Katie was allowed to replace her hands behind her back. She slid her fists against each other, the smooth black tape providing no grip. It was a strange, maddening feeling being unable to feel or do anything with her hands. They rested impotently in the small of her back.

"Kneel." Once she was on her knees, Lauren clipped a leash to her collar. Katie's eyes bulged as she watched Lauren loop the other end around the leg of her bed. What did this mean? Surely she was not going to be left this way? To sleep this way, leashed like a dog. As Lauren undressed before her, Katie's stomach grumbled loudly. She had only had the one piece of pizza and she was still hungry.

"Kitty was that you?"
"Yes Miss, it was my tummy Miss," Katie added, desperate for Lauren not to think she had farted.
"Still hungry Kitty?"
"Yes Miss."
"Well Kitty, we really should be getting to bed, it's late, but never let it be said I don't take care of my property. Feeding a slave is just as important as disciplining a slave. You can eat my pussy Kitty."
"Thank you Miss, " Katie replied, careful to keep her voice light. She might have known it was some kind of trick. She had foolishly hoped for another slice of pizza.

Katie shuffled forward to the edge of the bed and Lauren's open legs. Her leash allowed only a very limited movement and it slid to the side of her collar as she leaned forward to begin her duty and start her late night snack.

"Don't muck about Kitty, I'm tired. Get in there and eat," Lauren scolded.

Katie dove forward covering Lauren's hot pink lips with her own. She lapped and suckled furiously, her tongue moving non-stop: darting here, licking there. As her owner writhed beneath her mouth, Katie could feel her own ardour rise. Her nipples stiffened and no doubt that electric sensation between her legs meant her own sex was moistening in response.

This time it was over much more quickly. Katie's vigorous, almost manic, enthusiasm provided Lauren with her second orgasm of the night. Katie was left unmolested by the much more subdued girl. Lauren lay back, one hand resting on her belly while the other gently stroked the tips of her hard nipples.

Katie continued to lick her owner's pussy, her tongue sliding along the thin pink lips. Lauren began to giggle at the attention but Katie cleaned the pussy, her tongue slowly and gently covering whatever she could reach.

"Down," Lauren ordered breathlessly, her muted laughter continuing even as Katie lay down on the floor. Lauren reached out and turned off the small bedside lamp that had illuminated their most recent lovemaking.

"Goodnight Kitty."
"Goodnight Miss."

Katie lay in darkness, her taped hands squirming constantly. The bizarre sensation of not being able to feel anything with her hands was something she could not put aside. She rubbed them against the rough carpet, against the smooth skin of her belly - nothing. She almost felt as if she had no fingers at all.

It was not until her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and the room became peopled with shadows cast by the pale white light from the street that her thoughts turned to the leash that secured her to the bed. The simple clasp that clamped around her collar could be opened by anyone; anyone with fingers. Trying to get comfortable, she learned that she had less than three feet of movement.

She would be spending the night on the floor, unable to move from the foot of the bed. Katie curled up into a ball, tucking her knees tight into her body. She could not find a comfortable spot and kept turning unable to stop some part of her body from quickly becoming a new source of pain and discomfort.

* * * * *

Lauren rose languidly to the surface of consciousness. It was still dark. She glanced at the small digital clock by the bed. She had only been asleep for two hours. It was unlike her to wake before dawn. She lay back, looking around the foreign room, realising how very different her room was from Katie's, but this room suited her - once it was clean.

"Kitty?" Lauren whispered.
"Yes Miss," came the immediate murmur from the end of the bed.
"Have you been to sleep?" Lauren asked, already knowing the answer.
"No Miss."
"Why not?"
"I don't know Miss," Katie replied despondently.
"Kitty if you promise to be good you may come sleep with me. Would you like that?"
"Yes please Miss, I promise to be good," Katie pleaded.
"Is your pussy wet my little slut?"
"Yes Miss, a little," Katie admitted, blushing in the darkness. She could feel the warmth creating the rosy glow in her cheeks. She hated that she blushed so easily and so frequently. After the week she had how could she blush at anything?
"Well you're wearing panties so I guess it's ok. I don't want you leaking all over me during the night. Come."

Katie squirmed to her hands and knees and crawled as far forward as she could. The leash pulled her up short but she strained forward a little more pulling her collar tight against her throat. Small tears of relief welled in her eyes as Lauren unclasped the leash and released her. She had not liked being tied to the foot of the bed like a pet. She didn't like feeling like an animal. If she was honest, it was the arousal that had kept her awake, not the discomfort of her position. She tried her best not to think about why her body was feeling this way but she had struggled since the moment the lights had gone out.

"Up," commanded Lauren, patting the bed beside her. She was smiling in the darkness. Once released Katie had waited on her knees for permission to enter the bed instead of just crawling straight in like a presumptious little bitch.

The compliant teen crawled into bed beside her owner, grateful for the chance at comfort. But what she felt as she lay down next to Lauren's warm form, her body matching the contours of the other girl's was a deep contentment. As she felt her cool asscheeks press against the warm flesh of Lauren's lap, absorbing the lovely heat, she recognised that the contentment she felt was a response to Lauren's body, the closeness of her touch and the comfort of simply being with her. She was worried by the feelings but it was so strong that her concern quickly faded into insignificance. All that mattered was that her owner wanted her close, wanted to touch her, wanted her with her.

Lauren nestled closely into Katie's body, running a hand over her smooth, soft belly running it up the trembling flesh to gently cup a breast. She felt the nipple stiffen under her touch and breathed into the tender flesh of her neck. She almost giggled as she felt a ripple of goosepimples rise along the young girl's flank.

"Are you going to sleep now Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie said, unable to keep the smile out of her voice. Her hands, tightly taped into tiny fists, rested uselessly in her lap.
"I know what little sluts like you like Kitty," Lauren breathed, directly in Katie's ear, sending a shiver through the young girl's body.

Katie felt something touch her lips and she obediently opened her mouth. Smoothly and slowly, Lauren slid her thumb into her slave's accepting mouth. Katie immediately drew it inside, pressing it to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, suckling the intruder like a hungry babe. She could feel Lauren's breasts pushing into her back, the small hard nipples distinct points but as she suckled her owner's thumb the tension began to wash from her. Her body relaxed, squirming more closely into Lauren's, trying to press every inch of flesh into that of her owner.

"Sleep now pretty Kitty," Lauren murmured as she herself began drifting off to sleep.

Ever obedient, the young girl pressed her tongue against her owner's small, warm thumb and let the blessed oblivion of sleep take her.

Chapter 6. To the Mall
Katie lay back in the huge tub, luxuriating in the feel of the near-scalding water in which she was submerged. Small tendrils of steam rose from the calm surface of the water as she rested her head against the smooth wooden edge. She could feel something under the water, writhing between her legs but the sensation did not alarm her. She eased her legs apart, inviting the sinuous tentacles inside her.

She gasped as the thick snake-like appendages wormed against her tiny slit. The bare, pink lips of her sex opened, inviting the tentacles inside her. Katie gasped as she was entered. The tentacles squirmed and writhed within her, twisting and curling against the sensitive folds of her vagina.

Katie's eyes opened slowly, fluttering against the wan light that crept around the edges of her curtains. She was in her own bed but the tentacles were still inside her. She could feel them pushing and scraping deep within her, pushing her soft lips apart as they thrust in and out of her. She gasped as one of the tentacles flicked across her clit, a shudder of pleasure wracking her splayed body.

Tentacles? What the fuck! Katie opened her eyes. Her plain white ceiling was above her. She stared at the ceiling for long, precious seconds as the sensations between her legs continued. She did not want to look anywhere else. She knew she had to but there was a hint of fear hovering at the edges of the pleasure that was claiming her body.

The dream was completely gone now, the cold light of day banishing all thoughts of the surreal landscape of the night. Lauren was next to her, propped up on one elbow, smiling beatifically down at her. Her other hand was thrust beneath her panties, two fingers buried inside her wetness.

Katie moaned softly as Lauren's thumb gently pushed back the small hood that hid her clit. Lauren had been fingering her while she was asleep! The thought rolled round and round her brain as the warm euphoria began to wash over her in irresistible waves. She had been asleep. Then she remembered how she had fallen asleep, suckling on Lauren's thumb like a baby with a dummy.

Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink at the humiliation of being treated like a child. But it was more than that. She had liked, well not liked, she had felt... She didn't know. She was so confused, and a little scared. She couldn't think straight with Lauren's talented fingers sliding in and out of her. She hadn't liked it exactly, but it had felt right. It was the last thing she could remember. She had actually fallen asleep like that. Katie looked sheepishly at Lauren, the expression changing to one of pleasure as the same thumb she had suckled as she slept, pressed insistently against her hard, slick button.

"Kitty?"
"Yes...Miss," Katie mumbled, her brain still dazed from waking to her pussy pulsing with pleasure.
"I am going for a run. When I return I want the bed made and you are to be kneeling awaiting me. It is a slave's duty to greet her owner appropriately when she returns home."

Katie moaned as Lauren's fingers withdrew, leaving the rising orgasm to fade into frustration. Her lips parted willingly as Lauren's fingers slipped inside her mouth. Katie dutifully cleaned the creamy discharge from her own pussy from her owner's petite fingers, sucking fiercely as they were removed from another of her holes.

She was rewarded with a quick kiss, a mere touching of lips, as Lauren rolled over her and quickly dressed in a fresh outfit from her bag. It was a cute pair of matching shorts and midriff top in baby blue. Katie admired her owner's body, marveling at the way the tight stretchy material looked as if it had been painted on. Lauren slipped her shoes on without socks and slipped out of the door without a backwards glance.

Katie lay back in bed and stared at the ceiling, more frustrated than she had ever been. Lauren had used her body, played with her most intimate parts before she was even awake, using her like a toy. It wasn't just that. She had been teased and then discarded without a thought. She was property and she had never felt this more keenly. What she wanted, what she needed, didn't matter. She was here for Lauren: to please her, to amuse her, to be used by her. She lay alone, her bed feeling empty without Lauren's warm body beside her, feeling ashamed, despondent and as horny as hell.

And these fucking hands, she screamed silently as she slammed her arms down by her sides. Her hands had been taped all night and Lauren had left her this way. She couldn't do anything with her hands like this. How was she supposed to make the bed? And what fucking time was it anyway? The sun looked as if it had barely risen.

Six o'clock! She didn't think she had got out of bed this early in her life and Lauren had gone for a run! All she wanted to do was curl back up under the covers and go back to sleep. Well after she had... After you've come, you can say it, she urged. After what she had done last night there was no point being coy. She was a slut and a slave and her pussy was soaking wet.

She had no idea how long it would take her to make the bed with her hands trussed up like this, if she even could. At least she could be fairly safe her parents would not be up yet. At least she didn't think they got up this early. There was no way she could explain this away.

Katie decided there was nothing for it, she had to get up. Lauren said they had a big day today and if it started off with Lauren angry and disappointed with her she didn't think she could take it. She slid out of bed and stood looking at the disheveled sheets. She had slept all night in the same bed as a naked girl. She had knelt right there and eaten Lauren's pussy, making her cum for the second time that night. She would never be able to look at her bed the same way again. It would forever be the bed of a slut.

Bed of a slut or not, how the fuck was she going to get it made? She knew it had to be done properly too. She couldn't just pull the cover over it, Lauren would check. And besides, that was what the lazy girl she used to be would have done. That was not who she was anymore. Katie leaned over the bed and tried to grab the sheet. The material slipped through the smooth tape that covered her hands. She tried again with the same result. Tiny tears welled in the frustrated teen's eyes. How was she ever going to do this? She was doomed to disappoint Lauren yet again.

She couldn't think like that. She couldn't just give up. It wasn't really an option anyway. She had been ordered to do something and she had to comply. Obedience was a part of who she was now. It was not a part she particularly relished but that was irrelevant. She grit her teeth in defiance and tried again.

After many frustrating minutes the bed was made. The sheets smoothed down, turned over and tucked in. The pretty pink quilt covering the bed and her pillows stacked up neatly. She had, after much frustration and a few tears, worked out that she could only move the sheets if she wrapped her hands in them. She had also used her elbows and even resorted to nuzzling the resistant material with her nose. For the final finessing however, she had used her teeth. Nothing else gave her enough grip to control the sheet with sufficient dexterity.

Salty tears had slipped down her cheeks the first time she had done so. She had felt the degradation acutely. That she had been forced to this had upset her more than she would have guessed. One task was now complete. It was time for the waiting to begin.

How soon should she get on her knees and be ready for her owner's return? Would she hear her coming? Could she take that risk? She meandered around her room for a few minutes, unsure of what to do, looking and touching things without really thinking about what she was doing. She couldn't wait, she needed to be in position.

Katie eased herself to her knees and adopted the position expected of her. She checked herself every few minutes: making sure her knees were spread widely enough, her back was straight enough and keeping her arms behind her back at all times. The infernal tape that removed her hands from use became maddening. She was continually shuffling the two smooth stumps against each other, unable to keep them still.

She glanced at the clock beside her bed and knew it could not be much longer. She had been on her knees for more than ten minutes. Surely Lauren could not be running much longer than this. She was in the process of resettling herself, raising her butt off her feet to stretch her legs a little, when she heard a noise outside the door.

Katie immediately fell back to the floor, her buttocks bumping against her heels. She straightened her back and lifted her head up to look at the door expecting Lauren to walk through it at any moment and desperate to be found pleasing when she did. At that moment, the only thing in the world that Katie wanted to see was a smile on Lauren's face as she walked through the door.

"Katie?"

Fuck! Katie froze, fear gripping her, making her incapable of speech or movement. What the fuck was her father doing up? What was he doing at her door? What could he want? What could she do? Open your mouth you dumb bitch. If he thinks you are asleep he may just try and check. The door is NOT LOCKED.

"Uh yeah Dad?" she croaked, her voice almost refusing to work. "Don't come in Dad, I'm not dressed," she almost screamed as she heard a hand on the doorknob. Why wasn't she getting up? Come on Katie, get up, get into the closet. Do something. Anything.
'What time will you need that lift to the mall?"
"Um I don't know dad. I'll have to wait until Lauren gets back to ask her."
"Okay hon, I'll start breakfast when I hear Lauren come back."
"Uh okay dad, thanks."
"Kate, you doing what Lauren says?"
"Uh yes Dad," Katie blurted, the paranoia rushing back at full force. If she hadn't already been kneeling she might have fallen to the floor.
"Good, we only want what's best for you honey. You're so lucky to have someone like Lauren."

"Lucky," Katie whispered, but her father had already gone. The frantic panic of almost being caught by her father, half-naked and kneeling lewdly on the floor of her room was squashed by the even greater fear that Lauren had somehow gotten her parents onside with her being Lauren's property. She knew it was stupid. She knew it went against all common sense but she couldn't shake it.

Just as the fear and shame reached their peak, Lauren sauntered through the door, sweating and still breathless from her run. All her worries and fears were banished the second she saw the smile that lit up her owner's face. Her small mouth curved upwards making her nose crinkle ever so slightly, and her eyes twinkled mischeviously. Katie couldn't believe the surge of emotion that seemed to fill her entire being as that smile beamed down upon her.

Lauren closed the door and Katie crawled forward to kiss her shoes. She could taste the sweat and the dew and dirt as she pressed her lips to each trainer. Lauren patted her on the head and sat in the chair by the desk. Katie followed obediently, unlaced each shoe using her teeth to pull the laces and lovingly slipped them from Lauren's feet.

"Good girl Kitty," Lauren praised, softly caressing the young girl's cheek. Katie pressed her face to the touch.
"How do you feel this morning?"
"Good thank you Miss."
"Kitty, when someone asks you how you are it is only polite to respond in kind."
"How are you Miss," Katie replied, shamed by her failure at basic courtesy.
"I am great Kitty. Running in the mornings is so fantastic. Is your pussy wet Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied blushing, instantly annoyed at her response.
"Well Kitty, when I ask you how you are feeling you tell me how you are feeling. This is pretty basic stuff Kitty. Most people have it mastered pretty early. Shall we try again?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied timidly, not quite believing how quickly things had turned against her.
"How are you feeling this morning Kitty?"
"I am good Miss. My bottom hurts a little bit and my pussy is wet. Thank you for asking Miss. How are you?"
"There you go Kitty, I knew you could do it," Lauren said clasping her hands together excitedly.
"Shall we take that tape off?"
"If it pleases you Miss."
"You don't like it do you Kitty?"
"No Miss," Katie ventured hesitantly.
"It's ok Kitty. It's ok to say you don't like something. A slave must always be truthful. If I ever find you have told me something just because you thought it was what I wanted to hear you will be punished quite harshly. Understand?"
"Yes Miss."
"Hands."

Katie offered her tape-clad fists and breathed a sigh of relief as Lauren cut the tape away from her hands. "Fingers out straight Kitty, slowly. Now wiggle them slowly. Good girl. Now Kitty, what did you learn?"
"Um Miss, I learnt that... um that it's hard to make a bed without hands."
"Oh Kitty," Lauren laughed. "You're gorgeous. What did you really learn though."
"Miss I learned that my body belongs to you."
"Yes Kitty, that's true. I hope you also learnt that as your owner, everything you are belongs to me. You have only what I allow you. If I do not wish you to have hands you will not have hands. If I don't want you to have sight, you will not have sight. Do you understand that Kitty?"
"Yes Miss I do.
"Good girl. Your dad was going to start breakfast soon but I think you are hungry now aren't you Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, the familiar flutter beginning in her belly.

Lauren stood up and slid her shorts and g-string down her legs in one swift movement. She stepped out of the damp clothing and straddled the kneeling teen. Katie opened her mouth, her tongue flicking forward, as Lauren's bare pussy descended on her face.

Katie opened her mouth, enveloping the smooth bare lips of her owner's sex. Lauren grabbed her hair and forced the young girl's face against her hot slit. Katie opened her mouth wider, forcing her tongue into a point and thrusting it deep inside her classmate. Lauren wanted something different this morning. The run had got her blood up and she needed to use Katie hard, treat her body like sextoy.

Katie gasped as Lauren grasped her hair and wrenched her head viciously forward. She jerked Katie's head back and forth, sliding her face from nose to chin across her wet cunt. Katie's eyes watered as her nose was squashed against her owner's body, slipping across the slick lips, dipping inside the feverishly hot passage and bumping painfully against her mons.

Katie's tears soon joined the sexual secretions of her owner, moistening her face.

"Lick Kitty. Keep that tongue moving you lazy little bitch. All the way in. Faster Kitty. Eat. When I allow you my pussy you better show me how much you appreciate the privilege. That's it Kitty, as if you haven't eaten for a week."

Katie's tears continued to flow as she licked and sucked her owner's pussy. Her hands were resting on the floor know, the ferocity of Lauren's attack had left the young girl arched backwards painfully her face crushed between Lauren's legs as she straddled the struggling teen. Her mouth worked frantically as she worked hard to please the dominant girl.

"Clit slut. Get two fingers inside me. Yes Kitty. Oh good Kitty. Curl...them...forward. Kit-"

Lauren bucked her hips, her body thrusting in a primal surge of overwhelming rapture. Katie cried as her body was used to pleasure another girl, her face nothing more than a living machine whose only purpose was to provide an orgasm. She felt the degradation acutely, especially after the tender lovemaking that she had been forced to perform the previous night.

She was property and Lauren was using her as an object, with as much regard and concern as if she was a dildo. She felt worthless, demeaned to the point that she questioned if this was all she was good for. Even through the crisis of self that was wracking her psyche she never stopped working. Her mouth and tongue continued to lap and suckle the trembling teenage sex that was thrust forcefully upon her upturned face.

As the orgasm burst and faded, Lauren pushed Katie away, sending the young girl sprawling to the floor. Her face was a mess. Her eyes were red, her cheeks puffy and pink and her mouth felt as if she had been slapped again and again. Her lips throbbed from the rough treatment and the whole bottom half of her face glistened in the early morning light.

“Exercises. Now.”

Katie got to her feet and began her daily routine as Lauren sauntered to her closet and chose the clothing Katie would wear that day. Katie watched as a sleeveless pale green dress was selected first. It was one of her nicest dresses, with a stiffened bodice that hugged her body and pushed her boobs up. Next was her plain black bra and brief, black boy-short panties. Last were the only pair of heels she owned. They were slim and black and only two inch heels but she still wasn’t expert in wearing them. She much preferred flats. Once she had laid out Katie’s outfit on the bed, bra and panties laid over the top of the dress as if she was providing Katie a guide to dressing, Lauren settled in to watch her girl perform the strenuous regime she had instituted.

Katie was breathing heavily, her body shining under the sheen of sweat that had formed during the first three exercises. Lauren smiled as she watched the young girl continue. She was clearly struggling, but she had obviously improved over the week. She had been doing her exercises, the evidence was right before her. Katie had taken to her new life quicker and easier than Lauren had planned. She knew there was no going back for either of them now, even if she had wanted to. And she most definitely did not want to. The mere sight of the pretty teen exercising, stressing her body as she had been ordered, was enough to quicken Lauren’s pulse as she sat watching. She could feel the throb in her pussy, that telltale sign that her desire was beginning to rise. She had come only a few minutes ago and yet watching Katie gasp and move was exciting her terribly.

“Kitty wants to please.”

Lauren felt her nipples stiffen as she heard Katie recite the words. She wanted to stop Katie right there and then, throw her down on the floor and mash that pretty little face into her pussy.

She couldn’t though. There was too much to do, Katie’s father was cooking breakfast and besides she was the strong one here. Sure she could just indulge herself anytime she wished, in any way she wished, but she was the one in control here. Not only did she have to discipline her slave but she had to display self-discipline. She was discovering the realities of what she had read. Owning a slave was a responsibility. It was a responsibility to oneself and sometimes required sacrifice. She would have Katie for a long time, there was no need to rush anything now.

"Come here Kitty," Lauren urged, once Katie had finished her exercises and stood at attention, gasping for breath. "Kneel. Now Kitty, what's all this about."
"I don't know Miss," Katie said in a hushed whisper as Lauren gently wiped away a tear.
"Kitty?"
"Sorry Miss, I um. Miss I liked to um, eat your pussy. I did Miss, please. It was just that..."
"You didn't like the way you were used, is that it Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," mumbled Katie, amazed that Lauren had known how she had felt.
"You are just adjusting Kitty. You are so used to being selfish and lazy and thinking only of yourself. No one likes to be wrong but when your whole life is shown to be a waste of self-indulgence and you learn that you are rightfully the property of someone else it's bound to be hard. When you are used as you deserve, your body fulfilling the needs of another, that is when you feel it Kitty. It will be hard the first few times."

Lauren tenderly caressed the young girl's face, pushing a stray lock of hair back behind her ears. "You feel worthless because you are realising that your life has been worthless. You are defined only by your service to me Kitty. That's why you feel this way. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss," said the still bewildered teen. Lauren eased her forward and Katie wrapped her arms around Lauren’s leg, hugging her, feeling the warmth from her body and needing it more than anything.

"You can talk to me about anything Kitty. I am always here for you. I own you Kitty and I always take very good care of all my possessions. You should only ever be sad when you disappoint me Kitty, and then you should be focusing on doing everything you can to make amends. Give my pussy a kiss Kitty, it will make you feel better."

Katie still didn't quite understand what Lauren had tried to tell her. She had seemed to know exactly what she was feeling but the confused teen still wasn't sure why. Lauren often lost her when she went into 'lecture mode'. It hadn't been the roughness exactly, it was just that she felt that she didn't matter. She tried to forget it as she leaned forward and tentatively kissed the seated girl's lips. Lauren's labia was still a little moist from the recent orgasm and Katie's lips momentarily stuck to the sticky discharge that coated the bare pink lips.

"It's ok Kitty, you can keep kissing until you feel better. Keep that tongue inside your mouth, naughty Kitty."

Katie was mortified that she blushed at the admonishment. Her lips had parted and her tongue had ever so gently peeked through to touch the soft flesh of Lauren's sex. She hadn't meant to do it, it just happened. She felt like such a slut, unable to control herself. She closed her mouth and kissed the soft, sticky lips again and again, small tender kisses, her lips pressing lightly against the hot moistness.

"Feel better?"
"Yes Miss."
"Ok get dressed. Red shorts and black t-shirt. Wash your face and then come down to breakfast."

Katie scurried to her feet to fulfill the commands, glad that she would be wearing clothes again. She had never quite gotten over the disconcerting feeling of being naked, or almost naked, while Lauren stayed clothed. It made her feel so very exposed, despite it only being one girl who could see her, and a girl that had seen all of her already.

When Katie trotted downstairs, the trepidation she felt with each step grew and grew. She could hear Lauren chatting amiably with her father, laughing as if they had known each other for ages. Katie felt terribly self-conscious. They were laughing at her, she was sure of it.

"Hey Katie," her father said as he noticed her hovering at the doorway to the kitchen. Bacon and eggs." He stood there, beaming at her, as if he hadn't just been laughing at her. "It's all there, I'll leave you girls to it."

Katie eased her way into the kitchen as her father left. Did he just wink at Lauren? Katie had felt much better when she had washed the sticky secretions from her face though she could still smell Lauren's sex, the aroma deeply ingrained upon her senses. She was sure that some of Lauren's juices had got up her nose during the frenzied assault. As yucky as that sounded she preferred that scenario to the one where everyone could smell the sexual musk on her, knowing what she had done. Her breath smelled like pussy, of that she had no doubt.

"Come Kitty. Your breakfast is here. One hardboiled egg, one slice of toast and some lovely grapefruit that your Dad was nice enough to cut into little cubes for you."

As she sat on the stool next to Lauren, she looked at the plate that had been set for her. The toast was only half a slice, a small triangle of lightly buttered brown bread. She had no cutlery so she guessed she would be eating with her hands. Lauren’s plate was everything hers was not. Two pieces of toast, liberally spread with butter, an omelette with onion and capsicum filling and four rashes of bacon.

"Oh Kitty you are priceless. You have the breakfast you deserve. Stop eyeing mine like a little piglet. If you are a good girl and do well in your training, you will achieve everything you deserve, okay?"
"Yes Miss, thank you," Katie said timidly, abashed at the telling off.
"You may eat Kitty."

Katie focused on her own meager breakfast, eating first the egg, toast and then the grapefruit. Her fingers and lips were coated in the sticky citrus juice by the time her plate was empty. She was finished long before Lauren, but that wasn't much of a surprise.

"Oh Kitty you do love your juices," joked Lauren, laughing softly at the shamed teen.
"Would you like some bacon?"
"Yes please Miss," Katie blurted, realising too late that it might not have been the best choice of words.
"Kneel Kitty, beside my stool."

Katie slid timidly from her own seat and knelt by her owner. She glanced nervously over her shoulder at the doorway, fearful that her parents would walk in on the scene, witnessing her degradation.

"Kitty," Lauren snapped, tapping Katie on the top of her head with the back of her fork. “A slave's focus is always on her owner. Eyes to the front. Now open your mouth, tongue out. This is your position for 'beg'."

Katie's stomach tightened at the word. How could words have so much power? Lauren was able to make her feels things, stir emotions deep inside her with a simple word. She knelt on the cool tiles and waited dutifully. Lauren continued to eat her breakfast casually, as if she was oblivious to the kneeling teen beside her.

After what felt, to Katie, like minutes had passed, Lauren's right hand approached. There was a small piece of bacon, less than an inch in length, clamped between her fingers. Katie's tongue quivered as the morsel neared. She could taste the bacon already. She leaned forward slightly in anticipation.

"Bad girl Kitty. You wait."

Lauren removed the piece of bacon and popped it in her own mouth. Katie almost cried then, but she grit her teeth and vowed that she would not. She had been stupid, fucking stupid. She swayed back and waited again. This time she would not move. It hadn't been the loss of the bacon that upset her, it was the disappointment in Lauren's voice. It was as if someone had kicked her in the chest when she heard it.

Katie waited and waited, sure that Lauren had finished her meal and she would not be given another chance to make up for letting her owner down. Just when she was about to give in to the despair, Lauren's hand wove into view, another tiny strip of bacon offered to her. Katie froze, determined to be good.

Lauren let the small morsel, much smaller than the first, hover in front of Katie's open mouth, watching the young girl like a hawk. Katie remained still, her eyes focused on Lauren's hand, her tongue trembling. She did not move. Lauren smiled and placed the small piece of food onto her waiting tongue and patted Katie on the head.

It was only then that her tongue retracted and she ate the offering, munching the tiny piece of bacon with relish. It was not until she was clearing away the dishes at Lauren's command that she realised what had just happened. She had been fed like an animal, fed tidbits from her owner's plate, hand to mouth while she waited on the floor. The fires in her cheeks blazed as the humiliation materialised. It was how she sometimes fed Max. That thought, was only fuel to the fires that were burning her delicate skin.

"Upstairs and get the shower ready Kitty. You know what to do."
"Yes Miss."

Katie closed the dishwasher and hurried up the stairs. The instant she closed the door of the bathroom she took off her t-shirt, shorts and panties, folding each item neatly and placing them on top of the hamper. Only then did she turn the shower on and regulate the flow until it was nice and warm.

When Lauren entered more than a minute later, Katie was waiting dutifully: naked, kneeling on the bathmat, facing the shower. Lauren's smile reached all the way to her eyes, lighting her face with unbound joy. Katie continued to surprise and please her. The girl had the instincts alright. Lauren had hoped. Hoped that her guess had been right. Katie had definite submissive tendencies.

Even if she hadn't, nothing would have changed, but this was so much better. She knew Katie was having a hard time with it right now: confused, not wanting to accept what she was forced to do, the constant threat of rebellion lurking under the surface of obedience. Lauren looked forward to watching it develop, it was as delicious as having the little slut lick her out.

Lauren undressed and slipped into the shower, aware of Katie's eyes following her every move. She closed the door to the shower, smiling as she glimpsed the forlorn expression on the young girl's face. Lauren turned under the warm shower, luxuriating in the feel of the sweat of the morning washing away. She cupped her breasts, pinching each nipple gently, smiling cheekily as she felt herself harden.

"Kitty. Come."

Katie threw back the door a split second later and scrambled into the shower beside her owner. She hated being left outside, alone. She hated that she hated it. She hated that she could not stop feeling this way. She was inside now, with Lauren. She was soon washing the toned, hairless body of her classmate; her hands sliding over curves and slipping into crevices.

When she had finished Lauren gave her two minutes to wash her own body before she had to get out and wait, towel in hand, for Lauren to finish. As she stood, dripping on the tiles, Lauren's towel held aloft, away from her body, Katie realised that she now seemed to have only two speeds. Frantic, frenzied activity as she hurried to fulfill the commands Lauren gave and complete stillness as she waited for another.

Even the smallest aspects of her life were being ruled by another. What she ate, what she wore, when she spoke, how she spoke, how she stood. All things she had always taken for granted, all taken from her, resting in the hands of a girl her own age, but who sometimes seemed much, much older. She had heard people use the term 'old soul', is that what they meant? Lauren often seemed much older, but then she could smile or giggle or say something silly and Katie was reminded she was no older than she was. It was a devastating thing to learn.

Lauren stepped from the shower, refreshed, and stepped in to the waiting towel. Katie sank to her knees when while Lauren dried her body. She watched the athletic teen's every movement, looking up demurely at the girl who controlled her very life.

Lauren dropped the towel to the floor and blowdryed her hair, watching Katie in the mirror. Katie was turned to the side and she kept darting glances at Lauren out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't help herself, aware each time she did that she could get in trouble.

"Dry yourself Kitty. Clean your panties before putting them in the hamper then come to your room."

Lauren was out the door by the time Katie had scrambled to her feet and began drying her body with the wet towel. She looked at her panties as she dried her body, knowing what she had to do, knowing she had no choice but disliking it nonetheless.

She wrapped the towel around her, strode purposefully to the hamper and unfolded her panties. Do it quick, she told herself, the only encouragement she could muster. The crotch of the thong was coated in her creamy discharge. Katie put the material in her mouth and suckled the soaked garment, blushing as she heard the hiss as she drew air through the moist material. Her tongue lapped furiously at the ooze her pussy had secreted.

Katie's entire mouth was steeped in the taste of her own sex. She threw the small panties into the hamper as if they were something poisonous. Now she had a decision to make. Lauren had not told her to get dressed, nor had she said that she could cover herself with the towel. Her room was only a few feet away but it was getting later and her parents were bound to be around. Lauren was waiting, she had to decide.

Katie stepped into her room timidly, the wet towel wrapped around her body. Lauren was already dressed in a short, pleated skirt with a chequered design and a pretty white button-up blouse. Katie sheepishly closed the door behind her, almost holding her breath in anticipation of the reaction to her choice of covering.

"Get dressed, brush your teeth, and do your makeup."

Katie loosened the towel and draped it over the door handle, letting out her pent-up breath in relief. Lauren had not even mentioned it, she must have done the right thing. A strange elation flowed through the young girl and she all but skipped to the bed and her waiting outfit.

"No Kitty," Lauren said exasperatedly. "When a skirt or dress has been chosen for you the order in which you dress is shoes, panties, bra and then dress."

Katie put the panties back atop the dress. She looked down at her shuffling feet, her composure battered by Lauren's constant corrections. She bent over and slipped a foot into each heel, conscious of Lauren watching her nakedness. The timid teen looked shyly at Lauren, surreptitiously checking before she reached for the panties. When no correction came, she quickly stepped into her panties before shrugging into her bra and then finally her dress.

"What are you waiting for Kitty? Do you think you deserve praise for dressing yourself? Five year olds manage as much. You have your orders."

Katie blushed and scurried from the room. She stayed bent over the basin as she brushed her teeth, fearful of even the tiniest spatter of toothpaste on her dress. Lauren had chosen the outfit for her and if she ruined it now she knew she would be in trouble.

She looked at herself in the mirror before beginning to apply her makeup. She was very pretty, she had to admit it. The green dress accentuated her pale green eyes and the bodice pushed her breasts up creating a delicious vista of cleavage. She stepped back from the mirror and turned. The dress fell half-way to her knee, exposing a cheeky amount of leg, but still modest. Lauren had chosen her outfit perfectly.

No matter the sight the delicate dress made, she kept coming back to her collar. The shiny metal ring that encircled her throat was visible from every angle. Everyone had to know what it was. It was beautifully made but it screamed collar. Didn't it? Katie shook herself from the daydream and quickly applied the subtle touches of mascara and eyeliner that Lauren had shown her.

Lauren was not in her room when Katie returned. She was confused once again. Since meeting Lauren in the library she had been constantly off balance, never able to fully get a handle on the maelstrom of emotions that constantly and chaotically whirled inside her. Had she done something wrong? Had she taken too long in the bathroom. She cursed herself for spending so much time looking at herself in the mirror. Katie slunk out of the bedroom and crept down the hallway. She could hear Lauren downstairs, laughing and talking with her father. Why were they always laughing? She didn’t want to interrupt but every second she was unaccounted for could be used against her. She was already afraid she had taken too long.

“There she is, finally. Teenagers hey Greg,” Lauren said with mock indignation.
“Indeed,” replied Katie’s father, to fresh bursts of laughter from the pair.

Katie’s mouth flickered in the briefest and most tentative of smiles. She was unsure of what to do, her confidence had been shattered, even here in her own home with the people she was closest to in the world. The young girl stood self-consciously in the doorway, hands fidgeting at her sides. She no longer knew what to expect. Everyone else seemed to be in on some big secret that was kept from her. It made her nervous and she chewed her bottom lip without realising. Lauren watched the unease that practically radiated from her. She was so cute when she nibbled on her lip, the air of girlish innocence accentuated by the unconscious act.

“Well we had better be going, we have appointments to keep,” suggested Lauren as she stood up. Katie allowed herself to be led by the hand out to the garage. Her worries had multiplied at the statement. Appointments? She did not like the sound of that, not at all.

* * * * *

“Give me the $60 your father gave you.”

Katie dug in her small purse and handed the money over. Lauren had chosen a small black purse for her to carry. It carried very little but Katie knew why it had been chosen. It was just large enough to contain her dildo and she could feel the heavy glass shaft through the thin material. Lauren herself had a pretty shoulderbag, slung across her chest, into which she deposited the money.

She had been surprised when her father had slipped her $60 as he let them out at the mall. He had patted her hand and told her to have fun and then driven off and left her with Lauren. Katie felt silly now, but at that moment she felt her father had abandoned her, as if he had given his blessing to Lauren’s ownership of her and delivered her into Lauren’s care.

“This is gonna be great,” Lauren exclaimed, bouncing toward the mall, her ponytail bobbing exuberantly behind her. Katie followed, hurrying to keep up but not feeling the same excitement that infused Lauren’s every movement. The butterflies in her stomach felt as if they had just smoked crack, fluttering manically a million miles an hour. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to pee even though she knew she did not. It was still extremely early in the morning, Katie didn’t think she had ever been to the mall when the shops were still opening, and yet it was already teeming with people.

Katie took a deep breath as she stepped through the automatic doors and silently prayed that they would not see anyone from school. They had not gone far when Lauren suddenly rounded on the nervous teen, startling her. A mischevious smile twisted Lauren’s mouth as she watched Katie’s high breasts bounce as she jumped. The dress showed those pert mounds off perfectly, pushing them together, the profusion of soft flesh was like a siren’s song, inviting her caress. The urge was so strong she had to force herself to focus.

“Kitty. My mom knows the lady who runs this store. Mrs. Farrell is really cool. You are to be respectful at all times. She is Mrs. Farrell or Ma’am to you. You are going to be working here, well if you get the job. First impressions are important Kitty, so I want you to be the sweet and lovely. As if you wouldn’t be,” Lauren said laughing. She ran her hands down Katie’s arms and took her hands in her own. “This is important Kitty. If you are a good girl you can have a treat later.”

Katie was still in a state of shock and the mention of a treat didn’t excite her as much as she thought Lauren was hoping. Did her parents know about this? They must have. It had to be what Lauren had talked about with them last night. Of course, who wouldn’t be in favour of their teenage daughter getting off her ass and getting a job, bringing in some money and learning some responsibility. They didn’t know she was being forced into it though. They didn’t know anything. No one did. She was alone in this purgatory.

“Oh come on Kitty,” Lauren said with indignation. “A slave serves her owner through service and all slaves must work. It will be good for you to learn some responsibility and discipline. Being allowed to laze around the house all the time led you to broadcasting your little escapade with a-“

“Sorry Miss, I will work hard,” Katie blurted, knowing she was wrong to interrupt her owner but she could not let her finish. She couldn’t bear to hear Lauren refer to that incident, especially not in the middle of the mall. She cringed, waiting for Lauren’s reaction.
“Oh I know you will Kitty, I trust you,” Lauren said smiling. That was not what Katie had expected.

Lauren fussed with Katie’s hair and dress, making sure she looked perfect for her interview. Katie could do nothing but look embarrassed, watching the feet of the passersby, unable to lift her eyes, fearful of what she would see.

"Very cute. Now Kitty I want your best behaviour. If you embarrass me you will be punished."
"I will be good Miss," Katie whispered, afraid someone would hear her.
"Follow."

The shop that Lauren led her into was a small boutique clothing store, which, from what Katie could see, catered to the more discerning young fashionista. The store was split with men’s and women’s fashion on opposing sides. The clothing was gorgeous and Katie instantly spotted a half dozen outfits she would have loved to own.

"Hi Jean."
"Hey Lauren. Punctual as always," smiled the older woman. "And this must be Katie. Aren't you just as pretty as a picture."

Katie stood and stared, not sure what she should say. Mrs. Farrell looked to be in her late 30s but she was still attractive. She was slim waisted and full breasted and the skirt and blouse she wore were understated but stylish, accentuating her figure. Katie felt like such a girl in her presence.

"She is. Cutest girl in school," boasted Lauren.
"Well next to you," laughed Mrs. Farrell. "So Katie, you want a job."
"Yes please Ma'am," Katie replied shyly.
"She's a good girl Jean. She wants to work hard and make the shop successful, not that it's not now of course. She will do anything that is needed."
"She's not too shy to speak for herself is she. You will be dealing with customers, selling the clothes, suggesting outfits, ensembles and accessories and upselling where you can. Have you had a job before?"
"No Ma'am."
"Well, wander around, familiarise yourself with the store. Come back in ten minutes and the first customer that comes through the door will be your test. You will suggest two outfits for whoever it is and we will see how you do."

Katie walked away from the pair after Lauren waved her off. They continued chatting as Katie focused on the clothing set on racks and tables around the store. There seemed to be every conceivable type of clothing in the store, except maybe lingerie. Skirts and dresses, shorts and jeans, t-shirts and blouses and jackets and jeggings. There was one common theme that tied all the clothes together however, they were very high quality and very expensive.

There was one couple in the store browsing and she tried not to get in their way but kept her eyes on what the girl picked out. She seemed to have good taste, except for one pair of tight, denim shorts that Katie knew would not suit her body at all. When she felt the ten minutes was up she walked back to Lauren who was standing on her own behind the counter.

"Well Kitty, did you take it all in?"
"I think so Miss. I'll do my best."
"That's all anyone can ask Kitty. It will be a shame if your best is not good enough."

Katie looked at Lauren, her anguish etched on her pretty face. All she could do was try and hope for the best. Her hands were shaking when Mrs. Farrell returned.

"How'd you go Katie?"
"Good thank you Ma'am," the young girl replied, trying to sound more confident than she was. She had to be bolder and less like a little girl afraid to talk to strangers. She needed to get this job and when she did, she would be selling clothes. Something that required confidence. She hoped she would be up to the task.

"Ok Katie, you're up," said Jean, indicating the newest customer to the store.

Katie looked at the young girl who had entered with her mother. She was about the same age as her, maybe a little younger. She was dressed in a rather drab pair of jeans and a faded red t-shirt - everything in the store would be an improvement on that outfit.

"Collect two outfits that you think would suit her. Quickly now, seconds are like hours in retail."

Katie scurried off, eager to please both her owner and her prospective employer. She remembered a pretty pair of jeans that would suit the girl's slim shape and a nice plain white blouse, that would accentuate the dark blue of the denim. For the second outfit she chose a petite black skirt and a tight-fitting red top with spaghetti straps cut low in the front, perfect for showing off the cleavage that was in fashion right now. She hurried back to the counter with the outfit. Jean looked over the selections carefully, raising an eyebrow here and smiling there.

"Not bad. This one though," she indicated the red top Katie had chosen, "is a risk. Sure it might be something she would wear but with her mother hovering over her... She definitely looks like she would be more suited to the more understated outfit. You have to remember you are choosing not only what would suit the customer but what they are likely to wear, what suits their personality not just their body."

Katie was crestfallen at the criticism. Would Lauren be angry? She really had tried her best. Shit, if she didn't pass the test, if she failed to get the job what would Lauren do? She would be punished for sure but from what Lauren had said she would be getting a job one way or another. This would be much more preferable than some greasy fast food joint.

"And also remember that you are not choosing clothes for yourself. This top would look gorgeous on you, which you are no doubt aware. You have the bosom for it, but not all girls are as happy to flaunt it as you are."

Katie blushed, not knowing if it was praise or not, but having someone talk about her body in that way made her extremely self-conscious.

"You didn't do too badly though and Lauren assures me that you are well behaved and that you will do whatever jobs you are given without complaint. Is this true?"
"Yes Mrs Farrell, I will do anything," Katie replied sincerely. She had thought about the alternatives and she really did want to work here.
"She's very obedient Jean," Lauren added from the background.

Katie's blush intensified at the remark. She knew that she was, she had to be, but it was not something that you generally said about someone. She felt as if everyone must know she was a slave. Everyone! There is only one other person here, dummy. What if she did know? What if Lauren had told her?

"Ok Katie, you have the job," Jean said with a smile. "On a one month probation," she added as Lauren jumped up and down, squealing excitedly.
"Sure Jean," Lauren squealed.
"Thank you Ma'am," said Katie, smiling at the unbound excitement of her owner. She was happy for herself too. Now she would not be punished and she wouldn't have to work in some burger dive.
"Well what are you girls up to for the rest of the day?"
"We have a few things planned, but nothing for half an hour," answered Lauren.
"I've got some forms for Katie to fill out and she can spend some time in the store, learning the stock if you like."
"Sure Jean that sounds great."

Katie stood by, a spectator to the conversation. She now had a job, so why did she feel as if she was still only acting as Lauren's slave. Despite having chosen the outfits pretty well and being respectful and obedient, she still felt it was Lauren's words that got her the job. She knew she was only there because of Lauren, because Lauren wanted her to work. It was her duty to work. But she still felt she should be more excited at getting her first job.

"Fill out these forms Kitty," said Lauren handing her a bundle of forms. "Here's the details you put down for the account where your wages are to be deposited. When you're finished, keep working the store and learning all you can about what Jean offers."

Katie took the small slip of paper filled with numbers realising as she did so that all the money she would make would go straight to Lauren. It was that fact more than any other that made her truly feel like a slave. She had already realised she had no choice in the things she was doing but working, and working hard she knew, and not getting paid was a bitter pill to swallow. Katie grudgingly filled out the forms, unable to put her feelings aside. She knew she shouldn't be angry or even disappointed but she couldn't help it.

As she weaved her way around the tables to flick through rack upon rack of clothing, she wondered where Lauren had got to. She was no longer in the store, of that she was certain. Mrs. Farrell was helping some young girls and she was left to her own devices for the first time in a long time. She continued with what she had been told, the idea of slacking off not even occurring to the young girl. Lauren's conditioning was already having a strong effect on the impressionable teen.

"Ok Kitty."

Katie jumped, almost dropping her purse, as Lauren sidled up behind her. Lauren giggled. She was so easy to sneak up on, and the righteous indignation that came over her everytime she was scared was priceless.

"Time to go. Thank Jean for being so nice and lets go.'
"Thank you for giving me a chance Mrs. Farrell. I won't let you down," Katie said, her every word oozing with sincerity.
"I dare say you won't Katie. Your first shift is Tuesday night. Be here at 4.30 and I can show you around.
"Yes Ma'am."

Chapter 7. Transformation

"Kitty you were really good in there. Jean was impressed with your manners. I promised you a treat and I always keep my promises Kitty, but you'll have to wait until later."
"Thank you Miss, Kitty wants to please."

Why the fuck had she said that? She saw Lauren's eyes sparkle in response and knew the answer already. Seeing Lauren smile, seeing her happy in any way sent a flush of warmth through her body, spreading through her belly and up into her chest. She had never experienced anything like it before. She didn't know what it was, but she knew it made her feel good. And, apparently, she was willing to humiliate herself make it happen.

"Well keep it up Kitty, that is what you are for. Here we are."

Katie had barely been paying attention to her surroundings as she followed Lauren through the mall. She was beginning to feel the effects in her legs of wearing the heels that she almost never wore. She glanced into the store as they entered, wondering what they would be doing here. The beauty salon had rows of reclining chairs out the front, two of which were already occupied with women having their hair washed or cut.

"Hey Gloria," Lauren called to a woman at the back of the salon.
"Lauren," Gloria called out, dropping the brush and scissors back onto the bench. "So this is Katie huh. Has anyone ever told you, you look like that chick from Scott Pilgrim?"
"Hey wow she so does. I hadn't really noticed it before Gloria."
"Minus the blue hair of course," Gloria smiled cheekily.

Katie had never heard of whatever they were talking about, which only made her feel more an outsider. Lauren knew all these people, she had never seen them before in her life, but they all seemed to know her. The word buxom was just made to describe Gloria. Her breasts were huge, protruding from her chest like two zeppelins. She was wearing a purple corset that made her waist smaller and only served to make her breasts appear even bigger. She was wearing a long black skirt and black stockings underneath, her hair spiked at the front but long and layered at the back. Definitely someone who would stand out in a crowd.

"Quiet one isn't she?" Gloria said jokingly.
"She's a good girl Gloria, just a little lazy and needs a little more confidence. And that's why we're here," Lauren was all smiles as she talked about Katie as if she was deaf and dumb.
"Come on back and we can get started. I can't wait to get stuck in to those luscious black locks."
"You remember what we talked about right?" asked Lauren.
"Yep. You are so right, it will look perfect. I know you're gonna love it Katie."

Katie sat down in the chair at Gloria's direction dreading what was about to happen. Her hair was going to be cut, she knew that much, but what had Lauren chosen for her new look. She hoped it wasn't something stupid, or something short. Lauren wouldn't make her look ugly surely. It was a slave's duty to be pleasing for her owner and Lauren would not be pleased with a stupid haircut. Unless laughing at her all the time was the goal. Katie felt even worse after that little thought popped into her head.

She clenched tightly to her purse as the shiny cape was draped over her shoulders, covering her body. She could feel each and every bump of the glass dildo inside her purse and she watched in the mirror as her cheeks blazed red as she thought about what people would say if someone found that in her purse.

Lauren and Gloria chatted as Katie's hair was cut. Not once throughout the whole process did either one speak to Katie. It was as if she was just a mannequin wearing a wig. Katie couldn't believe how demeaning it was to be ignored so blatantly and so completely. Every now and then Gloria's prominent breasts bumped into her head, making her blush with embarrassment at each touch. Gloria didn't seem to notice, even when she brushed across Katie's nose, she didn't stop or even acknowledge that anything untoward had happened.

Katie watched her red cheeks in the mirror, feeling more self-conscious the more obvious her discomfort became which only made her feel worse. She was caught in a downward spiral of humiliation as she sat silently, subjecting herself to the unwanted haircut. It took almost an hour but Gloria finally stepped back, finished. It would have taken a lot less time if she hadn't stopped every five minutes to chat with Lauren, the young girl pouted. Katie looked at herself in the mirror, surveying the look Lauren had chosen for her.

Her fringe had been cut straight across her forehead. She had never had a fringe before. She had always liked to brush all her hair to one side, or pull it all back into a ponytail. The hair around her face had been feathered and layered so it was shorter at the front, lengthening as it went to the back. It was a strange look, not bad, just really different than anything she had ever had, and definitely not something she would have ever chosen.

"Perfect. You're a genius Gloria," enthused Lauren, giving the woman a hug, though how she managed to maneuver around those massive boobs Katie would never know.
"It's a fairly simple cut and Katie was such a good little model."
"Simple or not it looks great. It looks just how I imagined it would."
"Time to get started on the other hair then," Gloria winked at Katie in the mirror.

Other hair! The blood rushed from Katie's face leaving her as white as a sheet where only moments before she had been blushing like the young girl she was. Don't act so stupid, she told herself. You know what she means, there is only one possible thing she could be talking about. Katie didn't want to think about it but as Gloria removed the cape and Lauren took her hand and led her through a doorway into the back of the salon, she had no real alternative.

Katie was trembling as she was ushered into the back room, tiled in a sterile white motif that reminded her of a hospital. Lauren had to pull her through the doorway, stumbling like a reluctant child. Katie could see a long padded table in the middle of the room with cupboards lining most of the outside walls. She was gripping Lauren's hand tightly, afraid to let go, seeking comfort the only place that she could.

"See that Kitty," said Lauren, pointing to a large sign on one wall that said 'No Whining'.
"Yes Miss."
"You have been doing so well today and you look so pretty now, but you are going to look so much cuter after this."
"So right," said Gloria, following the two young girls into the room. "There's nothing like being smooth down there. You can hang your dress up here. You can keep your underwear on, we'll just move it out of the way when we need to."
"Up you hop," Lauren urged, patting the padded table top.

Katie stared at Lauren and Gloria as they watched her expectantly. It was alright for them, Katie thought indignantly as she shuffled out of her dress and hung it on the hook by the door. She was the one who was going to be half-naked showing off her sex to a stranger. Gloria might do this kind of thing every day but it didn’t make her feel any better. A complete stranger was going to be looking at her, touching her most intimate of places.

Shit, the young girl realised, she wouldn’t just be touching her she would be hurting her. She had heard about how much waxing hurt and this was her pussy they were talking about. She had to resist the urge to touch herself, to run her fingers through the thick bush of black curls, feeling, for what could be the last time, what she had always felt was part of the essence of her womanhood. She trimmed it into a nice bikini line sure, she wasn’t a fugly slag, but this was way different.

Katie stepped hesitantly forward and eased herself up onto the table. She sat, her bum barely on the edge, her hands shifting nervously in her lap. She looked at the door, locked by Gloria after she entered, and all Katie could think of was making a run for it: to the door, out into the salon, through into the mall and all the way home. Of course she would be doing it in her underwear. She knew nothing of the sort was going to happen, but she couldn’t help the daydream. She knew she was going to lie back and have her pussy denuded, each hair wrenched out tortuously by the root and she knew she would lie there compliant, submitting herself to the humiliation but never accepting it.

“Lie back Katie. You can pull your underwear down while the wax heats,” Gloria instructed.

Katie looked at Lauren, her watery eyes pleading silently with her owner. Lauren looked back impassively waiting for her to obey, she would find no solace there. They both knew this was going to happen, but Katie couldn’t help trying to wheedle her way out of it one last time. She was Lauren’s now, hers to do with as she pleased. What she wanted didn’t matter to the girl, of that Katie was now sure. As she looked into those pale blue eyes the last vestige of her independence faded away like a wisp of fog in a breeze. Katie lifted her bottom and pushed her panties down her legs, aware that her bushy sex was thrust into the air as she did so, as if she was inviting the ordeal to come.

“You may as well just take them off Kitty. Just put them on the end of the table,” Lauren decided.

Katie sat up and kicked the small boy-shorts over her ankles, folded them neatly and placed them in a corner at the end of the table. She lay back, breathing heavily, her palms sweating, unconsciously nibbling her lower lip as she waited for the process to begin, waited for her body to be prodded and poked by a strange woman. She couldn’t quite believe that she was sitting here, naked from the waist down while two women stared at her, evaluating and critiquing her nude form. Katie stared at the ceiling, unwilling to make eye contact with either Lauren or Gloria, each as complicit as the other in the coming ordeal.

"Well, you are a, um, you have quite prolific growth," said Gloria as she peered at Katie's groin.
"What Gloria means is that you have one hairy bush Kitty," giggled Lauren.
"Well that's certainly one way of putting it," said Gloria, joining the laughter. "It will have to be trimmed first. The hair needs to be a little shorter for the wax to have its full effect."

Katie was not laughing. She did not see the funny side of what was going on. Her thick covering of soft black curls, the very marker that helped make her feel a woman, was a joke now? Katie watched in trepidation as Gloria walked towards her, a small pair of scissors in her hand.

"Don't worry honey, I'll only cut above the comb, see," explained Gloria as she swept a small plastic comb through the profusion of hair on her mons. "Oh. Well... that’s alright."
"What?" enquired Lauren.
"Um, well. It's nothing to be ashamed of," Gloria reassured the young girl, patting Katie gently on the leg.
"Oh," Lauren said, giggling uncontrollably.

Katie looked down her body, just in time to see the comb rise from her curls, moisture glistening along its length. Her face felt as if it was being held to a flame. She was wet. Her fucking pussy was wet. It looked like just a little, but a little or a lot made no difference. She gripped the edge of the table as if the world was spinning and she was about to fall, her fingers whitening as her grip intensified. She closed her eyes, unable to face Gloria.

Lauren was still giggling but Gloria had gone silent, continuing to trim the long hairs covering the young girl's mound. She was disgusted by her, Katie knew. Gloria knew she was a slut, what else could she think. Oh God, what if Gloria thought she was getting turned on by what she was doing. What could she do? Her mouth was pressed firmly closed, not trusting herself to speak. Anyway what could she possibly say that would make any difference.

Katie lay back on the table wearing only her bra and heels, cringing each time she felt the comb slide through her pubic hair, wincing every time she heard the snick of the scissors. How could she be wet? This wasn't happening. It just wasn't happening. Lauren's incessant giggling told her otherwise, never letting her forget for a second what was happening. Gloria had said not to be ashamed but what she really meant was the opposite. She was a filthy slut and she should be ashamed of herself. Katie could not argue.

"Will that affect the waxing Gloria?"
Trust Lauren to find a way to make her feel even worse, Katie moaned as she imagined herself melting into the soft, padded table.
"No, the wax will bond to the hairs themselves. Of course it would be better if it didn't but..."
"No harm done then, eh Kitty. It might even take the edge off."

Katie could hear the smile in Lauren's voice. Her eyes remained tightly shut but she could imagine the twinkle in Lauren's eyes as she humiliated her with her innocent sounding comments. Katie knew Lauren was enjoying this, she seemed to find a perverse pleasure in demeaning her. The degraded teen wanted ever so much to hide her feelings, to deny Lauren the satisfaction of seeing how much the humiliation upset her, but she wasn't strong enough. All she could think of was Gloria, what she thought about her, what she would tell others. Would the story about the teenage slut whose pussy leaked all through her waxing become legendary at the salon? At the mall? She would be working here as well now. What if Mrs Farrell found out?

Katie was startled into activity by the loud burr of a machine. Her eyes flicked open in alarm, only to see a small hand-held vacuum hovering over her trimmed bush. The muted hum of the machine sounded deafeningly loud in the small room. She could not help but watch as Gloria played the machine over her sex, clearing away all the trimmed hair. Katie was horrified to see her legs splayed apart. When had that happened? She realised now that as Gloria had moved to trim the hair lower, she had instinctively parted her thighs allowing the strange woman access. It wasn't sexual in any way, it wasn't. She was just making Gloria's job easier. It was bad enough she had to deal with the sexual discharge of which Katie remained mortified but for her to think Katie was inviting any advances of any kind made the petrified teenager want to die.

"Ok, now this will hurt. I don't know what you have heard or read but anyone who says it doesn't is lying to you. Don't worry though, each time it hurts less and less as the hair grows back weaker. You've been so great so far."
"Yes Kitty, you have been a good girl," Lauren chimed in.

Katie remembered the next few minutes as filled with moments of blinding pain, juxtaposed with moments of unbearable tension as she anticipated the next torturous removal of hair. Gloria's movements were swift and graceful. She had vowed not to watch, she couldn't watch, but when she felt the cloth strip pressed into the hot wax that had been poured on her pussy, her eyes remained glued to the scene.

She remembered the sign and Lauren's expectations and she was proud that the only sound she made was a tiny yelp each time Gloria's arm arced away from her body. Her eyes watered at the very first application and her pussy had stung more than anything she had ever felt. The pain shot up into her belly but receded as quickly as it came, not like the lingering ache that the cane had left. Katie was still anticipating the next agonising sting when Gloria wiped the area between her legs with a cool, moist cloth.

"Just turn over and up on your knees for the last part. You can ease down on your elbows sweetie, it opens it up better."

Katie obeyed without even thinking. She was in such a daze that she was taking orders from the strange woman as if she was Lauren. It was only as she rested her weight onto her elbows that she realised what position she was in, realised exactly what this 'last part' was. She rested her head on the table and clenched her jaw as the wax was applied between her buttocks.

Four swift motions later and the procedure was over. She was completely smooth from front to back, her soft teenage skin bearing no trace of the verdant black curls she had coveted. She suffered in silence as Gloria wiped the last traces of wax from around her asshole, feeling filthy as she wondered if her sex was still moist.

"Look Gloria, she's blowing kisses to me," Lauren laughed.
"Lauren you are so wicked," chuckled Gloria as she tidied away the apparatus used to denude the teenager, still perched on all fours. "Stop it, you're embarrassing the poor girl."

Katie froze knowing to what Lauren was referring. The position itself was lewd and revealing, one sluts adopted to be fucked from behind, she knew all about 'doggy style', but she had been tightening the muscles around her sphincter as an instinctive reaction to the waxing. She might have known Lauren was watching, but for her to comment was too much for the young girl. Her shoulders shuddered with the first choking sobs but she was adamant she would not cry in front of Gloria.

She just wanted to get dressed and leave. Right now she didn't even want to see what she looked like. In fact that was the last thing she wanted to see right now. It had been many years since she had grown hair down there and she dreaded seeing herself now. She had seen Lauren's bare sex of course and at the time she had found it exciting and sexy, but she was not Lauren. This was her body, her pussy. The changes Lauren was making had rammed home for the bewildered teen that it no longer belonged to her. What else had Lauren planned?

"You can get dressed now Katie, we're all finished. You were fantastic, one of the best. You should hear some of the women we get in here. And some of them have had babies! I'll leave you to it."

Katie breathed deeply when Gloria walked from the room. She was still on all fours, high up on the table. For some reason she felt she required Lauren's permission to move. She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her chest when she saw the beautician's black clad form, silently sweep through the door.

"Don't you look delicious," Lauren purred, sliding a finger along Katie's smooth slit, pressing gently along the join of her delicate lips, now free of all obstructions. Katie shivered at the touch, though still fearful that they would be interrupted. She bit her lip as Lauren slid a finger inside her, testing her moistness. A moment later the finger was at her other lips, her mouth parting and inviting the slimy digit inside. There was her answer, Katie mused as she tasted the cream of her arousal as she cleaned her owner's finger. Would she ever stop? Would Lauren want that?

"C'mon Kitty, you can't stay like that all day. Gloria's running a salon not a brothel. Get those panties back over that sweet little cunt, you have shown it off quite enough for now."

Katie slipped from the table, her movements far from graceful. She collected her panties and slid them on, marveling at the sensation they produced as they rested against her now smooth flesh.

"I'll take care of the bill. Meet me out front, and make sure you thank Gloria. I am sure she doesn't deal with too many sluts like you Kitty, you should have seen her face when she saw you were creaming up a storm."

Katie wanted to curl up in a corner as Lauren confirmed her worst fears. She knew it, how could anyone possibly feel any different. She was disgusted, anyone else was bound to feel it more strongly. She couldn't help it, she really couldn't. She hadn't even known. What she could or couldn't do was irrelevant, she knew. A complete stranger had seen her arousal, that was all that mattered. She didn't know if she could face Gloria again with that knowledge bouncing around inside her mind.

She felt strangely safe, protected, when she was back inside her dress. It felt so good to be clothed again. How the hell did people be nudists? They must be mental, she thought, as she took one last look around the small room where she had become a girl again.

When she stepped back into the main room of the salon, a strange atmosphere descended around her. She looked from woman to woman. They all knew! Had Gloria already told her tale or had it been Lauren? The furtive looks the other patrons darted towards her were filled with revulsion. Weren't they? Katie's cheeks bore the telltale scarlet mottling that told of her shame. She spotted Gloria at the counter and hurried up to her, desperate to get out of the salon, away from the judgment she felt weighing her down.

"Thank you very much Ma'am."
"You're welcome Katie, any friend of Lauren's is welcome here. We'll see you in three weeks."

Katie didn't know what to make of that so she smiled timidly and scurried from the store. Three weeks? For what? She couldn't need another haircut so soon? Did waxing only last three weeks? Where was Lauren?

She spotted her owner by a lingerie store, windowshopping. Katie hurried to her, not wanting to keep her waiting but not looking forward to the next part of the day Lauren had planned, though what could be worse than having all the hair ripped out of her pussy by the roots?

"You let Gloria know how much you appreciated her work?"
"Yes Miss," replied Katie, hoping she had.
"Good, I'm starving. Time for lunch. Do you like sushi?"
"Um, I have never had it before Miss."
"You've never had sushi but you had to think about your answer? What's with all this 'um' shit Kitty? It makes you sound stupid or that you're trying to hide something? Well?"
"U- I don't know Miss," Katie said plaintively. Lauren had been in a good mood all morning, she didn't want to upset her now.
"The next time you say 'um', you will be punished."
"Yes Miss," the teenager replied despondently and followed her owner through the mall to their next destination.

*   *   *   *   *

"Four prawn nagiri, two egg nagiri, six salmon and cucumber rolls, a bottle of coke and a bottle of water. Got all that Kitty?"
"Yes Miss."
"Here's some money, off you go."

She took the money from Lauren as her classmate sat comfortably at the table. Katie had not been allowed to sit, instead she had stood by her owner's side as she decided what to order. She knew that she would only be getting up a few moments later anyway, but being denied a seat had affected her more than she would have thought. She was serving her owner, that was all she could tell herself, though it did nothing to ease the humiliation she felt.

She tried to ignore the feeling as she ordered the sushi, focusing on the strange looking food Lauren had chosen. Raw fish? She knew it was popular, it was just that she had never really even thought of trying it. She had to admit that she wasn't very adventurous, with anything really, but especially food.

She carried the tray back to the table and placed it in front of Lauren. She placed the change in Lauren's outstretched hand and took up her position of attendance by her side.

"Sit." Katie obeyed. "No Kitty. You do not cross your legs. You should know this. Legs straight in front, without your knees touching. That's better."

Katie changed her position as Lauren leaned to one side to look under the table and supervise. She doubted anyone could see up her skirt, after all her legs were almost together, her knees only an inch apart but the possibility was there. Her eyes flicked nervously at each passerby, wondering just exactly what could be seen.

Lauren placed the bottle of water in front of Katie and took the coke for herself, taking a swig and enjoying the sensation of the bubbles fizzing against her teeth. Katie's plate soon held two prawn and one egg nagiri and two of the rolls. Lauren had taken more but Katie didn't mind, as if it would have mattered if she had felt differently.

Lauren began eating, devouring almost half her food before giving Katie the command to begin her own meal. Lauren indicated a roll first, then one each of the nagiri. Katie ate dutifully, taking small hesitant bites at first, but quickly discovering that she liked sushi.

"Well Kitty, do you like it?"
"Yes Miss I do, very much," replied Katie with a smile, knowing that her answer would please Lauren.
"Which one did you like the best?"
"The salmon roll Miss."
"I knew it, I could see you enjoying the taste almost as much as your pussycream."

Katie looked down at the table, her cheeks instantly developing two small patches of mottled scarlet. She hadn't even lowered her voice, the teen marvelled. She was sure some of the people at the other tables had heard.

"Drink half your water now Kitty."

Katie reached for the bottle without looking up, knowing that when she drank she would have no choice. As she tilted her head back she glanced at the people around her. None of them were looking her way. Was it because they were disgusted? Katie swallowed mouthful after mouthful until half the bottle had gone. She was almost past the point of being annoyed by having every tiny part of her life controlled, even down to the order in which she ate her food, but something small and unsettling still niggled at the back of her consciousness.

Katie finished her meal as Lauren nattered away about school and music. Katie was only half listening, unable to devote all her attention to the one-sided conversation. So much had happened that morning, she felt so different. She had a straight fringe now but she caught herself once or twice moving to brush the hair back from her face. It was a weird sensation.

"Anything wrong Kitty?"
"No Miss," Katie replied, instantly worried.
"I feel like I am talking to a statue instead of my pretty Kitty."
"Sorry Miss," Katie said, with real remorse. She hadn't realised she was allowed to speak, but she must have missed some unspoken cue. She had disappointed Lauren again. She had to break that habit, and quick, before Lauren had enough and was forced to punish her.

For the rest of the lunch Katie almost forget they were owner and slave. Lauren was so great to talk to, smart and witty and her laughter was infectious. Katie had rarely talked with her other friends like this. It was not until the end of the meal that Katie was reminded of her status.

Lauren reached over and grabbed Katie's bottle of water. She placed it on the edge of the table and leaned over it, her mouth almost touching the rim. Her hair was draped down either side of her face, hiding the bottle from the view of anyone not directly in front. Katie watched in horror as Lauren pursed her lips and sent a long string of saliva into the half-filled bottle. Lauren kept going, the ropey cascade, tinged with brown from the coke, dropping into her bottle. After what felt like five minutes Lauren handed the bottle back, a thick film of bubbly saliva swirling on top of the water.

"Drink up Kitty. We have things to do."

Katie reached gingerly for the bottle, unable to take her eyes off the frothy mass that was settling through the clear liquid of the still untainted spring water. Lauren had spat in her drink. She had just sat there and dribbled string after string of spit into her bottle. And now she was going to drink it. The thought made her gag. She couldn't. She looked at the slimy mess that was slowly coming apart inside the bottle, knowing this was too much.

She couldn't drink someone else's spit. She risked a glance at Lauren. Her owner was sitting there, face blank, maybe the merest hint of a frown. Katie knew she had no choice. If it was a decision between making Lauren angry and swallowing another person's spit, she knew there was no real choice at all. Besides, she told herself, she had licked Lauren's pussy, surely that was worse. Yeah that was no help, she thought. She could just slap herself for thinking of that.

Katie brought the bottle to her lips and tipped the first mouthful of her spit spritzer into her mouth. She gagged, almost spitting the water all over herself but she recovered just in time, swallowing the mouthful reluctantly.

"Kitty, a slave not only reveres the body of her owner but anything that comes from it. I am a little hurt and disappointed by this display. I had thought you had made more progress than this. I guess I shall just have to be a little harder with your training."

Katie could do nothing but swallow and swallow and swallow. She finished the bottle without stopping, her owner's words churning her emotions, spurring deep-seated feelings of inadequacy to the surface.

"If I pee in a glass, Kitty, you will drink it and smack your lips to show me it was the most delicious drink you have ever had."
"Yes Miss."

That was a joke. Katie knew she was joking, she was just making a point. She had been silly to become upset by the spit. It was no different than what was in her own mouth. It was the same, she told herself. It wasn’t.

She had risked upsetting Lauren over that! She could be so fucking stupid sometimes. She was getting a little tired of promising herself to do better, she couldn't imagine how frustrated Lauren must be with her.

"Good girl Kitty, but next time I tell you to eat or drink you obey without pause. I decide what goes in and when and what comes out and when. Got it?"
"Yes Miss," Katie agreed, eager for Lauren to believe her.
"Come Kitty."

Katie hurried after Lauren who was already walking purposefully away from the table. Katie knew where they were headed. She remembered the lingerie store that Lauren had been interested in and she guessed that Lauren would not be buying for herself. It couldn't be too bad, Katie reasoned. At least she might get some more clothes to replace part of her heavily depleted wardrobe.

This time Lauren did not wait outside but instead strode boldly into the store, moving straight to the section devoted to panties. Katie stood mutely by as Lauren browsed, choosing only the smallest, sexiest designs. When she had a handful she took Katie's hand and led her to the change rooms.

"Take these Kitty, and these. You're only allowed to try underwear on over your own panties so wear those. It's especially necessary for you Kitty," Lauren added pointedly. "I'll take your purse, you won't be needing that in there. I think I have chosen your size but you never know Kitty."

Lauren put the pile of panties in one hand and exchanged her small purse for a tiny, weird g-string. Katie entered one of the small change cubicles and shut the door behind her. She was a little surprised that Lauren waited outside, but as Katie hung all the panties on a hook she looked around her, realising that two in the cubicle would have been a very tight squeeze.

She removed her dress and panties, stopping when she caught a glimpse of her freshly denuded pussy in the mirror. She couldn't help but stop. She had guessed what she would look like, using Lauren's smooth sex as a guide. It was not the same, not at all. Her lips were much fuller, plumper, forming a prominent pink mound that had a sheen like satin.

Compared to Lauren she had a fat pussy and she wondered if it was normal. It was so weird to see herself like this, she felt like a little girl again. On Lauren it looked sexy and right, so right. On her, well her breasts were now the only thing that showed she had blossomed into a woman, but right now they did not feel like enough. She felt little, vulnerable, wanting more than anything for someone to look after her.

She unfolded the tiny crumple of material that Lauren had given her to wear. It was the smallest g-string she had ever seen. The crotch was a small triangle of flesh coloured material that would barely cover her sex and the straps were made from a clear plastic. Once she had them on she glanced at herself in the mirror. It appeared as if she wasn't wearing anything at all, which was obviously the whole idea.

Katie selected the first garment Lauren had chosen for her, a small pair of full briefs in a striking red and black stripe pattern. It felt a little strange wearing two pairs of panties but the under-panties, as she had termed them, didn't really feel like much at all. The young girl looked at herself in the mirror. They fit, she guessed. They were really small, barely coming up past the top of her sex, the waistband sitting well below her hipbones. The full brief covered her ass but the pair was a little tight, though the material felt a little stretchy so maybe that was the style.

"Kitty, what are you doing in there?"
"The first pair fits Miss," Katie said through the slats of the closed door.
"I will be the judge of that Kitty, come out here."

Katie glared at herself in the mirror. So that's what I look like when I'm scared. There had only been one other woman in the store when they came in, but that meant nothing. The store could be full of hundreds now, though admittedly she couldn't hear them. Surely she wouldn't be allowed to go out there into the store, wearing only her underwear. The staff wouldn't let her, she would get in trouble for sure.

She couldn't keep Lauren waiting much longer. If she tried to fight it she would get in trouble with her owner and she would be made to do it eventually anyway. She had to get it through her thick skull that whether she wanted to do something or not no longer mattered. Everybody had to do things they didn't want to do right. She just had to think of it like that. Yeah but other girls had to do the dishes or take out the garbage, not eat another girl's pussy or parade around a public place half naked. She was nothing like other girls,  not anymore.

Her hand rested on the doorhandle for what felt like an eternity before she edged it open slightly. She poked her head out of the cubicle but could not see Lauren anywhere. The change rooms were at the very back of the store and off to one side but Lauren was not in sight. She edged out further, babystepping her way into the store, craning her neck to spot her owner. It was only when her entire body was out of the safety of her cubicle that she whispered for Lauren.

"Miss," Katie said a little louder, one hand still touching the door, holding on for all the world to her lifeline to safety. Katie almost fainted with relief when Lauren came sauntering in to view.
"I thought you were never coming out Kitty. It was very naughty to keep me waiting."
"Sorry Miss."

Katie's cheeks grew pink as she was chastised openly. Her hands fidgeted nervously in front of her body until she noticed Laurens' frown and shyly moved them to her side. When the frown remained she self-consciously moved her hands behind her back, glancing furtively around the store to see if her humiliation was being witnessed. One of the staff, a middle aged woman, was looking her way inquisitively. Please don't come over, please don't come over, Katie chanted looking away timidly.

"Cute much!" Lauren exclaimed. "Turn around. Oh they are a definite yes. Let's see the others. And Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied anxiously.
"If I have to wait again I just might be on the other side of the shop."

Katie scurried back into her cubicle and removed the panties in one swift motion, hanging them from a spare hook. The next pair were similar in style but they were a delicate pastel pink with the words 'EAT ME' in an elaborate calligraphic font across the front. These were cute but they also screamed 'slut' to the demure teen. She really didn't want to go out into the store wearing these but she had no time to deliberate.

Thankfully Lauren was there when she opened the door. She exited the small stall, twirled for her owner's appreciation and was given another 'yes'. The next two changes went smoothly, one pair meeting with Lauren's approval and the other deemed unsatisfactory. Katie's composure came tumbling down the next time she exited the cubicle. She was modelling a pair of culottes, almost all lace. She really, really didn't want to leave the stall wearing these. When she did, instead of Lauren, a man stared back at her.

Katie froze, dumbfounded. The man, in his late thirties, was as surprised as Katie, but not too stunned to realise what he had been offered. His eyes flicked up and down Katie's soft teenage body, a smile creeping unconsciously across his face. He quickly remembered where he was and who he was with and his attention snapped back to a closed cubicle which no doubt held his wife or girlfriend.

Katie looked frantically for Lauren. She spotted her at the end of the row of changing rooms, looking through small babydoll nighties. When she saw Katie had reappeared, she casually made her way back to the stalls.

"Very nice Kitty. Turn around." Katie turned smoothly, pivoting on the ball of her left foot. Her arms shifted as she twirled, moving from behind her back and flaring out daintily at her sides, her hands bending out horizontally at the wrist. She was the perfect picture of girlish innocence and she did not even realise what she was doing. "I say yes to those."

Lauren noticed the guy sneaking surreptitious glances at Katie as he waited. She smiled, knowing he would cop a ton of crap if he was caught, but she couldn't blame him. Who could resist such a sexy little slut.

Katie closed the door behind her and rested her head against the wall. She pressed her hands against the wall beside her head when she discovered them trembling. Her face burned with the shame and she knew what she would see if she looked in the mirror: her cheeks two blazing vermillion spots. She may as well have been naked out there, she could still feel the hungry eyes scouring her young body.

She had no time, she never had enough time. She quickly stripped the lacey underwear and put the next pair on; a small pair of light blue boy-shorts. These looked incredibly tiny, more like little-girl shorts than anything that could be made for her body. She removed them from the hanger and eased them up her legs. When she pulled them tight up against her crotch, the material stretched to accomodate her curves. The impossibly small garment covered her body like a second skin, barely covering the top of her buttocks and allowing the soft flesh to peek out underneath.

Katie was thankful that Lauren was waiting directly outside her cubicle. The man was still there but as she modelled the new pair of panties for her owner his wife came out of her own stall and glared at Katie. She quickly looked away but the malevolent stare was burned into her memory. She could read every emotion in that short look and they all said the same thing 'slut'. She tried to ignore the feeling and focus on Lauren.

"Q...T...Pie, Kitty. It's so pretty how those ones show off your lips. Look in the big mirror," Lauren ordered.

Katie turned and faced the large full length mirror that covered the wall at the end of the change room corridor. Even from five feet away she could see the seam of the shorts had slipped up between her pussylips, separating and cupping each plump labia. Despite wearing the small g-string underneath, the outline of her entire pussy could be seen as if the panties were merely painted on.

"Not leaving much to the imagination Kitty," Lauren chuckled.

As Katie snuck back into her dressing room she noticed three young girls headed her way. Two of them looked familiar, but they definitely weren't in her grade. She hoped they would be gone, or all changing when she had to model the final pair that Lauren had chosen. She looked at the tiny triangle of material and paled. The last pair was a small, sheer pink thong. Even with the material hanging on the wall she could see through it.

Katie looked at herself in the mirror before she stepped out to gain Lauren's approval for the final time. If she didn't know better she would have sworn she could see her sex through the translucent material. The only thing preventing it was the small triangle of flesh coloured material. This needed to happen quickly. She couldn't be exposed in this for too long, she just couldn't.

Lauren wasn't there. She fucking knew it. She knew it would not end easily. But had she taken too long?  Or was Lauren just playing with her. Did it really matter? The result was the same, she would have to go looking for her, wearing almost nothing.

"Jesus!"

Katie spun around to see one of the teenagers, a girl maybe her age, maybe a year older, staring at her. Her stomach tightened and her cheeks became painfully hot. She hurried out to the end of the corridor looking frantically for any sign of Lauren. The words 'little slut' did not get missed as Katie stepped into the main part of the store. If she went much further she was in danger of being seen through the glass windows that fronted of the store. She spotted Lauren in the middle of the shop, browsing through bras, her back turned to the desperate teen.

"Miss," Katie whispered. "Miss," she said louder, growing frantic as Lauren failed to acknowledge her. She could hear giggles and whispers from behind her but she dared not turn to see. There was nothing else she could do, she had to get to Lauren.

Katie looked quickly left to right, then hurried out to her owner. She could be seen by anyone passing by the store now and the fear of being caught by someone she knew was palpable. She was breathing heavily by the time she reached Lauren's side.

"This is the last pair Miss," the young girl mumbled, the panic that was rising inside her, seeping into her voice.
"Yes very nice Kitty. Pink really suits-"
"Excuse me. You can't be out here like that. We have change rooms for a reason."

Katie almost died when the woman spoke. She kept her eyes on the floor, unwilling and unable, to look at her. Her knees trembled as the adrenalin coursed through her. She was ready to run. She wanted nothing more than to get back to the safety of the change room and get back into her dress. She could see other people in the store had stopped to look, her degradation finding an audience. She couldn't leave without Lauren's permission, no matter how much she desired it.

"Don't just stand there Kitty, apologise to the nice lady. Then hurry up, I still want to get to the bookstore, we can't spend the whole day getting stuff for you."
"Sorry Ma'am," Katie mumbled to the indignant woman before running back to the change rooms.

She collapsed into the corner of the cubicle, the humiliation blocking all her other thoughts, sending the young girl into a state of numbed shock. How many people had watched that? How many had seen her parade her young body half-naked through the store. It was a lingerie store but still, you didn't expect to see some slut actually walking around in her underwear. She was so stunned it took her a few moments to realise she was still half-naked and her dress was mere inches away.

She dressed in record time, her dress felt like a shield that would protect her. It was strange how her perspective on clothing had changed. When your life was no longer your own, when your state of undress was controlled by another, no matter the circumstance, being allowed to clothe yourself like a normal person, like a 16 year old girl instead of some horny slut, felt like an amazing privilege.

"Kitty, go and pay for those and thank the staff for being so understanding with you."

Katie took the money and carried the pile of panties to the counter. She had to wait as one of the other young girls purchased a bra. She shuffled nervously as her two friends looked at Katie, studying her.

"You're Katie Thomas right?"
"Y... yes," Katie stammered after quickly discarding silence as an option. The girl looked familiar but Katie could still not place her.
"Told you Tanya, wait till I tell Bobby."

That was it, Bobby Preston. This was his sister, Melinda. Holy shit, she was going to tell Bobby Preston what she had seen. Preston was a bastard, a smarmy little shit that all the girls hated. He thought he was he was some kind of alpha dog but he was really just a pathetic little creep. But now that pathetic little creep would know she was a slut. She quickly searched her brain for some way out, but there was nothing. The girls had turned their back on her once her identity had been confirmed, whispering quietly to each other. Katie could imagine what they were saying. She was sure she could make out the words 'slut' and 'tease' often. They mercifully moved away once their transaction was completed and Katie stepped to the counter with her selection of sexy underwear.

The anxious teenager shuffled demurely as the woman scanned each pair of panties and removed them from the hangers. She had been chatting with the other girls before her but with Katie she remained silent. Katie knew she didn't want to have anything to do with her, and she didn't blame her. Still, it wasn't a nice feeling, and small tears welled in her eyes as she thought about what she had done and what people must have thought of her, but she couldn't blame them, any of them. She would have done exactly the same. That was what made it so hard to bear the humiliation.

She paid and collected the small bag without a word from the attendant but Katie could not leave without thanking the staff. She didn't want to say anything, she just wanted to leave and forget she had ever been here. She had been ordered to thank them and they deserved it, she knew.

"Thank you for being so patient and understanding with me Ma'am."
"Just consider yourself lucky I didn't call security."

It was the response she had expected and the words echoed in her brain as she hurried from the store to meet Lauren. No one knew that it wasn't really her doing these things. No one knew she was being forced. She understood though. It didn't look like anyone was controlling her. It just looked like she was a little slut that’s all. It just looked like it. She repeated it over and over as she hurried over to her owner.

Lauren was browsing the science fiction section of the bookstore, picking up a book every now and then and reading the back. Katie stood beside her quietly, waiting to be acknowledged. She glanced furtively around the store looking at the rows of books and the people browsing. She only dared peek as she knew that she needed to be ready in case Lauren wanted her.

It was one of the hardest things to cope with she mused, being ignored as if she was of no consequence - as if she was a piece of furniture. It was one of the hardest things, though with everything that had happened to her, everything she had been forced to do, it wasn't the hardest. It hurt, but in different ways. She could still feel the dull ache from the abuse her buttocks had endured. The emotional pain of being treated like she was nothing would pass, though right now it made her feel terribly small.

She couldn't shake the feeling that she really didn't matter. She knew it was stupid but it was hard to feel anything else when Lauren was standing a foot away, ignoring her as if she was invisible. There were times when she thought Lauren really liked her and then there were times like this.

Katie followed her owner around the bookstore, taking tiny babysteps to keep close as Lauren browsed. She tried to take an interest in what Lauren was selecting but it all looked so foreign. She trailed obediently behind her classmate, following all the way to the counter where Lauren purchased a book with sinuous, curving octopus tentacles on the cover. Her purchase made, she handed the book out absently for Katie to collect. That was her acknowledgement? She took the package sulkily and hastened out of the store.

"Well Kitty, haven't you done well for yourself today? You are spoiled aren't you?"
"Yes Miss, thank you for spoiling me."
"Oh Kitty, aren't you sweet. I promised you a treat didn't I?
"Yes Miss," Katie said  excitedly, though a slight cloud of misgiving tinged her hesitant joy.

Would it really be a treat or would it simply be something that Lauren would enjoy, no doubt at her expense. The candy store into which Lauren led her was filled with shelf upon shelf of brightly coloured confectionary. The store was full of people filling their own bags from the myriad containers, scooping out a cornucopia of candy tailored to their taste.

Katie had been in here once before. Her friends had filled their bags with everything they could, while she had stuck to two varieties. She just liked what she liked was all. She didn't think she was boring, though her friends had teased her. Lauren bypassed the multicoloured wall of temptation and chose two lollipops from the counter. She handed them both to Katie while she paid. Lollipops weren't her favourite type of candy but she remembered something her grandma used to say, 'beggars can't be choosers'. She was a slave, so she guessed that was even lower than a beggar. She should be grateful for anything she was given. Lauren seemed keen to change her body shape and from the evidence so far, a strict diet was going to be part of that.

"Unwrap them Kitty," Lauren ordered once they were out of the store. Katie obeyed, struggling to juggle the bags she was carrying and remove the plastic wrapping around the head of each lollipop.
"Mine is watermelon flavoured Kitty. Yours is cherry. The colour goes with the beautiful shade of red of your cheeks," Lauren smiled.

Katie blushed as if on cue, cursing herself as she felt the warmth spread into her face. Lauren laughed softly as Katie obliged her with the exact response she had wanted. Why was she like this? Katie hated that she was so predictable, hated that her body was so out of her control. It was at times like this that it seemed as if Lauren really did have some kind of strange power over her, much more than just telling her what to do.

Lauren took the dark red lollipop from Katie and popped it in her mouth. "Mmm, that cherry is delicious," she said after she pulled it slowly from her mouth, the red candy globe forcing it's way sensuously passed her shining pink lips. Katie took back the glistening lollipop and relinquished the remaining stick to her owner. Katie had quickly caught the petulant look that crept over her face when Lauren tasted her lollipop first, caught it before Lauren saw, or so she hoped.

"You may have your treat Kitty."
"Thank you Miss," replied Katie, wasting no time in getting the shiny red orb into her mouth.

The sugary sweetness was heavenly. She couldn't believe how good it tasted. She didn't eat candy all that often but she had to admit that it was rare for too many days to pass without her having something after dinner, not a lot just something nice and sweet. She knew she couldn't be too wrong in guessing that those days were over. All the more reason to savour the opportunity she was being given now.

"Come Kitty, I need to go."

The moment the words were out of Lauren's mouth, Katie realised that she also needed to pee. She hadn't gone since early that morning and that large bottle of water at lunch was way more than she usually drank. She didn't want to ask, but she knew she had to. It brought home to her just how her life had changed, as if she needed reminding.

"May I pee please Miss," Katie said, endeavouring to be as quiet as she could, her words coming out in a demure hush that sent a thrill through Lauren.
"Have you been a good girl today Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied sincerely, though a little too quick for her own liking.
"I agree Kitty and you have been rewarded," Lauren said, swirling her tongue around her own lollipop. "Tell you what, you have permission to play with your pussy in a stall. When you have a nice little dollop of cream, you come and show me. Then you may pee. How does that sound?"
"Good Miss," the stunned teen replied almost robotically.

Lauren smirked at the obvious lack of enthusiasm in her young charge. She should be grateful and eager to please but Lauren couldn't fault her too deeply. She was at such an early stage in her training that Lauren was constantly amazed at how malleable she had already become. She was still fighting it, still not convinced of her place. She had to be patient. All good things come to those who wait.

The restroom was almost empty as the two teenagers pushed through the inner door. Lauren had chosen the restroom near the boutique clothing stores and it was much nicer, especially when compared to those of the cinema. Katie didn't care about the dcor though, her thoughts focused entirely on what she had to do.

The butterflies in her belly had gone hyperactive when she heard a group of girls come in the door behind her. Katie rushed into a stall and closed the door before any of the girls had a chance to see her. She stood in the stall, looking forlornly at the white tiles of the back wall, trying to build up the courage to masturbate in this strange, public place.

She heard movement in the stall next to hers and realised that Lauren was not wasting any time. It spurred her into action. She hung the shopping from a hook on the door, hiked her dress up over her hips and slid her panties off hanging them on the hook as well. She took a deep breath, opened her purse and removed her glass dildo and looked at it for a few seconds. She marvelled at how the thick curved glass distorted whatever was on the other side.

She thought back to when she had first bought it and had watched it slide into her pussy through a small hand mirror, the decadence of it almost making her come then and there. She banished the wanton thoughts and  lifted her leg, placing one heeled shoe on top of the toilet.

Katie slid the cool glass shaft along her newly smooth lips, reveling in the feel of the sensation despite her predicament. She tried to block out all other thoughts and focus on what she had to do. The inane chattering of the other girls didn't help but as the bumps along the shaft slipped across her clit, hidden safely behind it's delicate hood, she felt herself moisten.

She dipped the tip inside her, the smallest globe pushing through the silken lips with ease. Katie bit back a moan, desperate to stay silent. Once the initial penetration had been made, the young girl plunged ahead, thrusting the unforgiving shaft with increasing speed. Small, muted moans escaped, in spite of her best efforts to remain silent. Her eyes had closed at the first intrusion into her intimate cleft but when she heard the toilet in Lauren's stall flush they snapped open.

She was wet, yes, but she was nowhere near being able to produce enough cream to satisfy her owner. She wasn't entirely sure how big a 'dollop' was but it was more than the tiny smear of white ooze that had collected in the ridges of the dildo. Katie brought her other hand down and began massaging her clit; small, tender strokes at first but quickly becoming faster and more insistent as her need grew.

She heard Lauren's stall door open and tried not to panic. She took the dildo out of her sex and put it in her mouth, tasting herself, her nostrils filling with the pungent aroma of her musk. She closed her lips around the third bump and speared two fingers into the heat between her legs. She curled her fingers, teasing the delicate folds along the front wall of her vagina, her passion growing with each practiced stroke.

She watched, caught in the moment, as her fingers thrust in and out of her puffy pink lips. Even in her heightened state of arousal she couldn't help but think about how different she looked, how amazing the smoothness of her bared lips felt under her fingers. Katie slid her fingers out and looked at the accumulated cream that coated each one.

It was enough. Was it enough? It had to be. She reached down and scraped the tips of her fingers inside her pussy, the prominent lips, her arousal turning them a dark shade of pink and highly sensitive to her touch. Her fingers came away with even more white slime coating them, a large blob of which sat along the crease of her first knuckle.

Katie took her foot down from toilet and straightened her dress with her left hand. Her right was unusable. How was she supposed to dress and get out to Lauren? First things first. She quickly cleaned the dildo, licking off all trace of her arousal and placing it back in her small purse. It still smelt of her sex and she cringed to think that her purse would now be forever tainted.

It was a frustrating struggle to get her panties back on, inching them up her legs, tugging one side at a time while she held her right hand out, well away from her body not wanting to lose the cream that she needed to show her owner. After what seemed an age her panties were on, not comfortably, turned a little sideways and crumpled, but it was all she could manage. She scooped up the shopping bags and flung back the door.

Katie stopped. She was confronted by a goggle-eyed trio of young girls, much younger than her, 14 at the most. They stared at Katie as if the abominable snowman had just emerged from a stall, juggling three midgets and wearing a tutu. Katie's right hand flew behind her back, attempting to hide her shame. The guilty movement broke the moment and the three young girls dashed from the room, their excited whispers like needles in Katie's ears.

It was only then that she noticed that Lauren was not there. She had taken too long. She had taken too fucking long. She checked the stalls in despair but only one was occupied and a middle aged woman emerged from that moments later, shooting a quizzical look Katie's way. The flustered teen could not meet the eyes of the older woman, keenly aware that from her very posture it was obvious what she had done.

Katie almost ran from the restroom, keeping her right hand by her side, her fingers curled inward to protect the creamy secretions of her cunt. She slowed once she reached the outside, striding purposefully down the small corridor that led to the main thoroughfare of the mall. She brushed passed a handsome guy whose eyes slid up and down her body.

Katie's face almost burst into flame. She looked away, unable to bear the humiliation, convinced that he could see some evidence of her arousal, smell her musk, know the degrading act she had performed in the toilet. When she reached the mall she looked around desperately for Lauren. She couldn't bear this. She was tempted, oh so tempted, to wipe her fingers and accept whatever punishment that was coming.

Somehow she did not. She continued scanning the mall for her owner, shuffling absently sideways, trying to melt into the wall and become inconspicuous. People were staring at her now and she became ever more frantic with each passing moment. Security was going to come any minute and take her away, she was sure of it. The humiliation she felt was a physical pain that constricted her chest, making her breathing ragged.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Fucking thank you, she chanted once she had spotted Lauren far down on her left, at least four shops away. The relief brought small salty tears to her eyes and she walked slowly and purposefully towards her, not wanting to attract any more attention, as if that were possible.

"Enjoy yourself did you Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie mumbled.
"Well?" Katie held out her hand shyly, keeping it low and unfurling her fingers at the last moment. "What are you showing me Kitty?"
"Ah my... ah my pussy cream Miss," Katie whispered hesitantly.
"Well show me Kitty, don't hide it down there."

Katie lifted her hand slowly until it was breast height between the two girls. Lauren looked at it critically, judging whether Katie had satisfied the strictures of the task. The quivering young girl held her breath, daring a glance around the mall as she waited. A few people looked at the strange tableaux presented by the two teenage girls and she quickly lowered her gaze, desperate not to add to her humiliation by seeing the bright light of clarity behind any of the passing stranger's eyes.

"Well Kitty, I suppose that's a dollop. You may eat it and then we probably should be going."

Katie's eyes widened at what she heard. Going? She needed to pee now more than ever. She had done what she was told. She was sure she had pleased Lauren. It wasn't fair.

"Kitty," Lauren said sharply. Katie popped her fingers into her mouth and began cleaning the thick cream with her tongue. The lollipop still protruded from her mouth, the candied head now shrunk to a nub, barely coating the stick. "You seriously didn't think your request would be granted did you. You made me wait Kitty. Not acceptable. If you can't get something done in an appropriate time, you accept your failure and remember your priorities. Now get moving. Your Dad'll be waiting."

It wasn’t fair. How was she supposed to know? She had half a mind to turn right around and just go. Of course that was just a childish outburst of petulance, she would do nothing of the sort. She would do as she was told though the frustration she felt was making it hard for her to focus on anything else.

She needed to pee, badly, and the more she thought about it the worse it got. It was not only that need that was making her fidget and frustrated. Her arousal remained high, tapering off only slightly after her pleasure-filled foray in the toilet had ended. The combination, all seated in the plump mound between her legs left her breathing shallow and a deep sense of injustice impinging on her thoughts.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. She had never done anything so bad that would warrant this kind of treatment. She didn’t deserve this kind of life. Katie trudged along behind Lauren, her feet landing heavily with each step, her mood manifesting itself in subtle ways that not even she was aware of. At least they were going home. But did that really mean much? She would be alone with Lauren again. She ignored the thrill that pulsed through her at the thought, pushing it deep down, focusing instead on the throb of her bladder and the liquid feel of her panties rubbing across her smooth, cream-slick sex.

She could feel the heat in her cheeks, more from arousal now the humiliation had lessened. She still did not dare to look at the face of any of the passing strangers. She kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to have her fears confirmed. She hoped and prayed she could calm down enough before her father arrived.

Chapter 8. Kitty Overcome

"That's my girl."

Katie squirmed as she felt her heart race at the praise. Lauren was stretched out comfortably across her bed, reading her new book. Her feet hung off the edge of the bed, dangling in space, providing the young girl with the access she needed.

Katie put her lips back against the soft flesh of Lauren's feet, covering them with kisses. She had been attending her owner for more than half an hour, kneeling on the floor of her room. The moment the door had closed, Lauren had ordered her to remove her dress and shoes, she had lain on the bed, piling up the pillows and getting comfortable before ordering Katie to remove her shoes.

It had felt strange to undress another person: to adopt a position of such submission, untie and remove the shoes with such care. The first touch of her lips had been tentative, unsure. Lauren's command had been simple: "kiss my feet". Katie had complied, eager to wash away the bad feelings her earlier failure at the mall had caused. The shadow of Lauren's disappointment had cast a pall over her the entire ride home. She had done her best to answer her father's questions and seem her usual perky self but her thoughts were dominated by Lauren.

She shifted her focus to Lauren's other foot, placing a series of gentle kisses from her toes to her ankle. She moved back down, kissed the tip of each toe. When Lauren's foot twitched, her toes pulling back towards her body, Katie knew instinctively what was required. She hunched her body lower, to reach under the hanging foot. She rested her shoulder on the floor and twisted her face to one side. It would be so much easier if she could use her hands but they had been tied behind her, the soft black ropes covering her wrists.

Lauren giggled when the teenager's soft lips made contact with the underside of her foot. Her feet were only a little ticklish and Katie's mouth felt so delicious she was determined to keep her foot still. She had read the first page of the book at least three times before she had settled down enough to focus. Having a cute young girl service her so attentively, kiss her feet with such tenderness, had been overwhelming at first.

Katie's enthusiasm had flagged once or twice but it had only taken a word to refresh her fervour. Lauren was impressed with her slave, the brief words of approval well deserved. She relaxed back into the pillows and continued to read. She could do this for hours, and she knew Katie could too. Of course what her property could and couldn't do was now safely within her domain.

Katie tasted the sweat on Lauren's feet as she continued to cover the arch with kisses. Without being told, simply feeling it was right, she switched to Lauren's other foot and continued her service. She knew what she was being forced to do was demeaning, she had fought with it for the first ten minutes, despising her own weakness. She had been allowed to keep her underwear on and for that she was grateful, though she knew it had nothing to do with her. If Lauren wanted her nude then she would be nude.

As time passed and she bathed her owner's feet in kisses, the degradation hadn't lessened exactly, it had just... She didn't really know what. It had changed. She still felt terrible but she.. She didn't want to admit it, but she seemed to have as little control over her thoughts as she did of her body. She felt small and unimportant still, but now it felt like it was where she belonged. She knew it was stupid and wrong and she knew with just a little time to herself she could get her head right. All that didn't change the fact of how she felt, right here, right now. She knew that if she had a choice she would not be here doing this and that realisation only made it worse, reinforcing that this was not of her choosing, that she was a possession.

Lauren had promised herself that she would only read the first chapter but she felt so content and satisfied that she continued reading for two more. When she had read her fill, she put the book down, closed her eyes and lay back to enjoy Katie's soft, attentive mouth. The little slut had grown bold, her tongue sneaking between her parted lips to caress Lauren's foot every now and then. She had definitely lost her initial misgivings, showing a spirit that Lauren had known was there. 

"Katie honey." Katie froze for the briefest of moments but then pressed her lips once again to Lauren's flesh.
"Answer Kitty," Lauren whispered.
"Yeah Dad?" Katie said loudly, kissing the side of Lauren's left foot.
"Don't forget you need to walk Max, it's getting late."
"Ok Dad."

Katie's voice trembled. She had totally forgotten the dog was her responsibility on the weekend. She had tried her hardest to block him out entirely. She didn't hold any ill will for him, it was just... No it wasn't just anything. It is your fault, no one else’s, Katie scolded as she switched feet again.

"Kitty, it seems you have chores. Do you only walk Max once a week?"
"Yes Miss."
"Well Kitty from now on, you will walk him every single day, unless I provide you with other duties. Put on that cute little exercise outfit and your sneakers."

Katie did as she was told, noting the stain her discharge had left on the crotch of her panties as she removed them. She folded them neatly, glad that Lauren had not seen them and told her to clean the mess she had made. She was still frustrated and she still needed to pee, badly. It had subsided for a while but kneeling on her floor for so long had brought the sensation back with a vengeance.

While she had been busy with her own outfit, Lauren had also dressed. She was coming with her. She didn't know quite how to feel about that. This would not be an ordinary walk. She had to do something about her painful bladder before they left. She couldn't stand it any longer. The danger of peeing her pants had become very real for the young girl.

"May I pee please Miss," Katie ventured meekly once she had resumed the attention position in the centre of her bedroom.
"Yes Kitty you may. You have been a good girl since we got home. If only you were this well behaved all the time."

Katie thanked her owner and hurried into the bathroom. Was her being allowed to pee now dependent on her behaviour? Was asking to go not enough? Was needing to go not enough? The yellow flow burst from her in a torrent, the sense of relief it brought a form of pleasure in itself. She watched through her widely spread legs as her bladder emptied. She hadn't even thought about opening her legs and putting her hands behind her back once she was seated. Had she really gone that far down the path? And what exactly did it mean if she had?

The confused teen stared at her collar as she washed her hands, wondering if she would ever again see her neck without the shiny metal band. Lauren was waiting for her downstairs, Max's lead in her hands. Katie looked at the long length of tightly-woven, brightly-coloured rope and could not help but imagine it attached to her own collar, Lauren walking her through the streets.

"Come on Kitty, we are going to have to move it if we're going to walk the six block circuit before it gets too dark," Lauren said handing her the leash.

Six blocks! It had been a long day and this walk was not going to be a leisurely stroll. She would have to be walking fast to get back in time. She only ever took Max two blocks and then came back, then again she was lazy. Max always wanted more. For once Katie took the lead, stepping out into the backyard. She didn't need to call Max, the dog came bounding over at the sound of the opening door.

Katie had strictly avoided the family pet all week. Ever since the first text Lauren had sent her she had been unable to face him. She knew it wasn't his fault, she knew her treatment wasn't fair but life wasn't fair. Look at her own life, fair was not a word that applied to her anymore. Max's tail wagged furiously as he danced around the two teenage girls.

"Hey Maxxy," Lauren said, squatting down and ruffling the neck of the excited dog. "Aren't you going to introduce us Kitty?"
"Miss this is Max, Max this is... my owner," Katie said, looking down at her shuffling feet.
"Nice to meet you Max," Lauren said. "We have a lot in common Max, we're both interested this pussy for a start," Lauren said smirking. 

Katie almost died. She spun around, nervously checking to see if anyone else could have heard. This was exactly what she had feared. She had hoped Lauren’s visit would pass without her ever seeing the dog, knowing as she did so that her hope was futile.

“What kind of dog is he Kitty?”
“A Rhodesian Ridgeback Miss.”
“Cool, I have never heard of them before. Aren’t you a handsome one though Maxxy. No wonder this little slut couldn’t resist you.”

Katie shuffled her feet impatiently, eager to be away from the house. She had shut the door behind her but there was no telling who was around. Lauren seemed not to care what she said or who heard, talking about her and Max as if it wasn’t a big deal. Her humiliation warred only with the mind-numbing fear that blanketed the poor teen for complete supremacy of her mind. Why was Lauren being like this? She had been a good girl hadn’t she? She had kissed her owner’s feet lovingly, covering every inch of tender flesh.

"Let's go Kitty, we can get a little more acquainted as we walk."
"Come Max," Katie said, attaching the leash and pulling the dog toward the gate.
"Kitty, you do not tell anyone what to do. You are owned by me, Kitty. That means that everyone is your superior unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss."
"Well Kitty that means that you ask Max, not tell him."

"Yes Miss. Let's go for a walk please Max," Katie tried again, tiny tears welling in her pretty green eyes. So now she was lower than a dog? How was that supposed to work? What was next asking squirrel's for permission to sit under a tree?

Max was a pet. How could she ask an animal to do things? Well wasn't she a pet too? Lauren treated her like one and she wore a collar.

Max ran along beside her until they reached the gate, eager for the exercise and excited not only by a new person but just to see Katie again after so long. When they stopped at the gate he edged forward and nuzzled the young girl's crotch, homing in on the strong musk that emanated from her moist sex. Mortified, Katie pushed his muzzle away, desperate to hide the act from Lauren.

"Kitty, did I just see what I thought I saw! After I had just explained your place. You said you understood Kitty, I see that was a lie."

Katie stood frozen, one hand on the gate latch, the other holding Max's leash. Surely Lauren couldn't be serious. It was one thing treating an animal like a person and asking instead of telling, but allowing it to... Yes she had started it all, but that wasn't the point. She couldn't just let the dog do what it wanted to her... to her sex.

As Lauren chastised her, Max zoned in on her pussy once again, unable to resist the lure of the scent of the young girl's arousal. He didn't know any better, he just knew it was an intriguing smell, one that he wanted more of. Katie's eyes darted manically around the backyard, the thought of someone seeing her allow a dog to sniff at her crotch, making her frantic. Every fibre of her being screamed at her to push the snuffling snout away. There was only one thin layer of material between her and Max's questing muzzle.

"Kitty, you will be punished later for your lies. If you don't understand something, that's ok. You can be a really dumb bitch sometimes Kitty. Max doesn't know any better, he only wants another taste of your goods. It's only natural. He cannot have it of course, not unless I give my permission. I own you now and your cunt is not something you can grant anyone access to. You understand that at least don't you Kitty?"

"Yes Miss," Katie spat, almost completely preoccupied by the insistent pushing of the wet dog nose into her crotch.
"You do not have access to that cunt unless I allow it. Forget that Kitty and you will make me unhappy. You don't want to do that now do you?"
"No Miss," Katie replied sincerely as the tears rolled down her face. Thankfully Max had finally lost interest in her pussy and was now pushing at the gate, eager to get out.
"You just think about what you are Kitty. Your behaviour has been all over the place lately. You need a few lessons in humility I think. Do you know what that word means Kitty?"
"No Miss."

"Well that can be something for you to research. A slave always seeks to improve herself so she can better serve her owner. That's what you should be thinking about, always. Walk."

They were out the gate and down the block before Katie snapped back to reality. Lauren's admonishment had left her in a daze. She was still having a hard time accepting her fate. It had been easier when it was just her and Lauren, serving another girl was hard, but she had been adjusting, doing her best to accommodate Lauren's moods and needs. But knowing that Lauren had decided she was lower than a dog was just not something she was able to assimilate.

Lauren set a cracking pace, one which Max had no trouble matching, but which left Katie lagging behind, her breathing already ragged. She was half walking, half jogging as she tried to keep up. Max was pulling at the leash, eager to keep up with Lauren and exert his dominance of this small pack. Lauren talked as she walked: of movies, books, school, her classmates, college. Katie was struggling even to breathe. All she could do was moan a non-committal response whenever she thought it was warranted. She could not banish the thoughts of serving a dog, allowing Max access to her pussy.

She knew it was not her choice but if Lauren wanted it, wanted to see in the flesh what she had seen online then she would be forced to comply. She was being hypocritical to think it was wrong, it was too late for that. But she had vowed that it would never happen again, it was wrong. In fact it was illegal, she was sure. That had been the attraction, the wickedness of the whole thing. Having it forced upon her now that she was the property of another girl seemed like the ultimate degradation. Despite the way she felt, she could never truly banish the memory of Max’s tongue - that long malleable tongue.

Katie kept her eyes focused on Lauren, her slim legs moving with such grace, her tight ass bouncing so enticingly beneath the skin-tight exercise shorts. She noticed that her nipples were hard and wondered just when exactly she had lost almost total control of her own body. It was from the exertion she was sure, not any of the thoughts that had preoccupied her as she jogged behind her owner.

Her breasts swayed and bounced with each step, the tight halter top providing excellent support, as it was designed to do, but her soft teenage breasts were irrepressible, providing anyone who looked a delicious, hypnotic visual feast. Her sigh of relief at seeing her house in the distance was replaced with a gasp of despair as she noticed John, her next door neighbour, was in his driveway working on his bike. John was 26 and handsome in a bad-boy kind of way. Katie had watched him, even incorporated him into a fantasy or two but had never really had the courage to talk to him. Saying hello was the extent of her contact.

"Hey Katie," he called as he noticed the two sweaty teens reach his house. He had seen them leave and had purposefully moved his bike out, waiting for them to return. He had noticed Katie, how could he not, but he had never seen her like this. He would never act on any of the thoughts he had, but who could pass up this opportunity.

"Hi... John," Katie gasped.
"Cool bike," Lauren said, stopping to admire the bike and its owner.
"Thanks, I'm John."
"Lauren. Kitty you'd better get Max a drink before he decides to find his own source of moisture."

Katie ran back to the house, knowing the exact smile that would be lighting up Lauren's face. She enjoyed teasing her and, Katie suspected, her enjoyment increased the more upset she knew Katie would be. She didn't know how to deal with that, not able to reconcile Lauren's moods. Would she ever be able to understand?

Once she had set out a bowl of water for Max, she didn't know what she should do. Lauren had not given her any orders. Should she go back and rejoin her owner? Should she head to her room and wait? Lauren might think she was intruding if she went back out the front so she decided to head for her room and await her there.

It was the safest course, and at least then she would be away from prying eyes. She had felt John's eyes upon her body, devouring her near naked form, noticing the stiff nipples creating tiny points on her chest. She was sure she could see the curtains twitch at every window, the whole neighbourhood witnessing her sluttishness.

Her mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner when she entered. She turned and looked at her young daughter, her eyebrows raising quizzically when she noticed the hardened nubs tipping each pert young breast. She quickly looked away, not wanting to embarrass her daughter, but Katie had seen the look. She ran up the stairs to her room, her chest feeling as if it was caught in a vice.

Katie leaned against the closed door, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the pulsing rush of the blood through her veins, the fiery red liquid felt like it was burning her from within. Her own mother now thought she was a slut. The tears that had threatened since leaving the house, spurred by her frustration to keep up to Lauren coupled with the revelation of her true status, now fell down her cheeks, each one accompanied by a body-wracking sob as the exhausted teen finally succumbed to the maelstrom of emotion that roiled inside her.

She didn't know how long she stood against the door, weeping inconsolably. She sprang into action when she heard footsteps on the stairs. She was in the middle of the room, standing at attention in two seconds. She wiped her eyes before snapping her hands behind her back just as the door opened. Maybe she should have been in position long ago, but Lauren would never know.

*******

“What’s all this about Kitty?” Lauren said with genuine concern.
“I sorry Miss, I. It’s just, I don’t know. I just feel”
“Come here Kitty, silly girl,” Lauren urged, opening her arms and enfolding the weeping teen within her warm embrace.

Katie leaned into her owner, resting her face on her shoulder, crying uncontrollably, the burst dam of her emotions unable to be held back any longer. She squeezed Lauren tightly, melting into her warm body, feeling the slick sheen of sweat mingling with her own but not caring, desperate for the comforting touch. Lauren stroked her hair tenderly, cooing softly to her, calming the young girl. It took a while for Katie to quiet. Her tears stopped and she sniffled back the mucus running out of her nose, but even then her shoulders tensed occasionally as a small sob rushed to the surface. Lauren took Katie’s face in her hands and leaned her head back, staring deeply into the young girl’s puffy red eyes.

“Now Kitty, no more babbling. What was that all about?”
“Miss I I’m sorry Miss, it was just everything,” Katie said feebly.
“Everything hey. Well at least it wasn’t something small,” Lauren smiled.

Katie smiled back, then laughed through her sniffles. She felt so stupid, breaking down like that, seeking solace in the very arms of her tormentor. Lauren had such power over her and she didn't even understand a tenth of what was happening. The thought almost made her break down again. Lauren had the ability to hurt and frustrate her, humiliate and degrade her, make her feel like nothing, but she also made her feel so very special, she felt safe in her arms and she could even make her laugh. Katie was so confused that it was hurting her brain.

“Kitty focus now. Tell me why you were so upset. Try, at least try, to be a little coherent.”
“Miss, I just felt like it was all too much. I mean you own me now and I I don’t really know what to do about that, I-“
“Kitty there is nothing for you to do. I own you and that is that. The only thing you need to worry about now is pleasing me. The only thing you need to do about your slavery is to make sure you are the best slave you can be.”

Katie hadn’t finished and it wasn’t what she meant, but she couldn’t blame Lauren, she wasn’t really making much sense. She had to try again.

“Thank you Miss, it’s not that though. It’s just that I’m sorry Miss, I know I am not making a lot of sense but it’s just that I am really confused and it all just got too much. I am really frustrated and my pussy is wet all the time and my nipples are hard and I don’t even notice and sometimes I think that you really like me and sometimes I feel like that you don’t like me at all, even just a little bit and sometimes I like, feel like that you don’t even know I’m there and but sometimes I just want to be away by myself and sometimes I just want to be with you. Miss.”

Lauren’s hands slid down to Katie’s neck as she spoke, the thoughts rushing out of the young girl without a break. She wrapped her fingers around Katie’s neck, her thumbs gently stroking the jawline of the pretty teen as she poured out her heart. It was a mess, Lauren thought, but there was great insight there. She didn’t think Katie even knew what she was saying, not until the very end when she hesitated. The confusion and frustration she knew, it had been so very clear. Katie was not particularly good at hiding her emotions, she would have no chance in a game of poker. It was the rest of the heartfelt confession that surprised her. Was Katie developing real feelings for her? She was fighting it, that was evident. She was fighting all of it, still not willing to just accept that this was her life now. Lauren simply needed to give the young girl a little push, guide her in the right direction.

“Kitty you are so adorable. I want you always to tell me the truth. Honesty and trust are very important for a slave. You find it a little hard to express yourself though don’t you?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie replied timidly. That was it exactly. She didn’t really know what to say. Whenever she tried it just all came out as mindless gobbledegook.
“Well Kitty, I will set up a blog for you. You can write in it each and every night, putting down your feelings or what you did that day or anything you want to get off your chest. How does that sound?”
“Good Miss,” Katie said hesitantly.
“You’ll find that writing something down is a great way of expressing things you didn’t even know you felt.”

Katie closed her eyes as she listened to Lauren, relaxed under the gentle touch of her warm hands. Lauren had continued to stroke her thumbs across Katie’s jawline, pressing her fingers closely around her neck, pressing her body close so she became Katie’s entire world. Lauren leaned in and kissed her gently, their lips joining passionately, mouths opening. Katie squeezed Lauren’s slim waist as she lost herself in her owner’s tender touch. This was just what she needed. She needed Lauren to be close to her, to comfort her, to make her safe.

“Kitty, we have a punishment we need to get out of the way now don’t we?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie replied, her bottom lip quivering, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her again.
“Bring me your black belt, the leather one with the weave sections. Take your clothes off and lie on your back on the floor.”

Katie obeyed, wiping away fresh tears, trying her best to keep her emotions in check. Lauren had comforted her, allayed her fears and made her feel so safe and special and she had ruined that with the punishment she had earned. She wanted to be with Lauren like she was before, she wanted to be her friend. If they could be friends maybe she would forget all this slave stuff and Not that she was trying to be Lauren’s friend to get out of it, as a trick. She really wanted to be friends with Lauren, more than she ever had before in her life. All her other friends seemed paltry shadows, feeble, shallow girls with nothing to offer. Maybe if she was obedient, and behaved and made Lauren happy then Lauren would see it too. Maybe

“Open your legs Kitty. Wider. Feet together Kitty, up closer to your butt. Keep those knees wide,” Lauren ordered once Katie was on her back. “Hands under the bed, either side of that leg.”

Katie did as she was told, trembling in anticipation. She had not been punished like this before. She had no idea what was going to happen. She tensed, then relaxed as Lauren tied her wrists together around the leg of her bed, trapping her hands, her arms outstretched above her head. The anxious teen watched as Lauren removed her own shorts and settled herself atop the young girl’s body. All Katie could see now was Lauren’s tight pussy, hovering inches above her face. She could feel her owner’s knees tucked tightly into her sides and jumped as Lauren let the belt unroll and fall onto her belly.

“Kitty, I want you to show me how good you are going to be. I want you to show me that you know who and what you are and what is important to you. I am going to smack that fat cunt of yours until I decide you have learnt not to tell lies. What are you going to do?”
“Eat your pussy Miss,” Katie breathed fearfully.
“Anything else?”
“Uh, show you how good I will be Miss,” Katie ventured.
“Right.”

Pain burst between her legs before she was ready. The moment she opened her mouth to scream, Lauren lowered her hips and Katie’s outburst was muffled by her owner’s pussy covering her mouth. The young girl quickly regained control and began lapping at Lauren’s pussy, flattening her tongue against the soft pink lips. Her face rested firmly between Lauren’s buttocks, her nose pressed hard into the tight pink bud of her owner’s asshole. There was nothing Katie could do. She tried to move her head but she was trapped. She worked her jaw feverishly, trying to find a more comfortable way of eating Lauren’s pussy.

A second flick of the belt and Katie’s legs closed involuntarily, protecting her delicate sex from further abuse. Lauren lowered her body resting her full weight on Katie’s face, cutting off her air, waiting patiently for the frantic teen’s legs to open. Katie never stopped attempting to pleasure the girl atop her. Her tongue squirmed for purchase, even as her lungs began to scream for oxygen. It took Katie a long time to realise her legs were closed and just maybe that was why Lauren was not allowing her to breathe. She drew her knees back to the floor exposing her pussy once more and Lauren eased her body up a fraction of an inch, barely enough to free Katie’s nose. Lauren smiled as she felt the intake of air whistle past her delicate sphincter.

The sensation as Katie screamed into her pussy once more was delicious. She had only hit Katie’s pussy three times but she could already see the lips growing a deep shade of pink and puffing up ever so slightly. Katie’s labia were a sight to behold. They were so different from her own, slim, almost compact lips. Like everything else about Katie, they were lush and plump and full, just begging for attention. Lauren quickly rested her hands on Katie’s legs as her slave found her clit. Katie grunted at the added pressure, that forced her legs painfully apart, increasing the incredible sensations that pulsed through Lauren’s sex.

A fourth stroke landed amidst the meaty lips of the teenager’s cunt, the hardest stroke so far. Katie’s entire body erupted, almost bucking Lauren off her prostrate form. Lauren laughed, feeling as if she was riding a bucking bronco, suppressing the urge to yell ‘yeeehaaaa’. Katie’s legs were closed once more and Lauren lowered her full weight, sitting on Katie, completely covering the struggling teen’s face. Katie had learnt her lesson and quickly opened her legs, returning to her original position. This time however, Lauren did not lift her weight from the prone girl. 

Katie tried to keep her tongue moving, tried to continue pleasing Lauren, knowing that it was not only her duty to do it but knowing that it was the only way the torture would stop. She was becoming desperate for air, unsure what else she could do. She tried to flatten her legs even more, her pussylips parting prettily as she did so. Still Lauren's full weight rested on her face. 

Katie began to squirm under her owner, thoughts of pleasing her, of continuing to lick and suck the wet pussy that covered her mouth were lost in her frantic need to fill her lungs. Her arms pulled tight against her bonds, actually moving the bed slightly, but still not dislodging the girl perched atop her face. Katie's eyes were open wide, her look manic as her vision began to narrow. 

Just as she gave up hope, Lauren raised herself up a fraction of an inch, at the same time bringing the belt down in a stinging slap directly on Katie's exposed pussy. The frantic teen tried to breathe in and scream out at the same time, ending in a frenetic episode of coughing and spluttering that Lauren took full advantage of. 

While Katie was fighting for breath Lauren gently lowered her pussy once more. Katie had nowhere to turn, coughing directly into Lauren's pussy, the jerky movements of her fight for air bringing her owner to orgasm. 

Lauren collapsed atop her slave as the orgasm wracked her body. Katie's chest heaved, fighting for air as Lauren lay upon her, but her face was mercifully clear. Her owner was sprawled down her body, her head resting in Katie's lap. She could feel the girl's warm breath on her abused pussy. 

Katie was glad the ordeal was over but Lauren's pussy remained a few inches from her face. The young girl raised her head and saw it pulsing, the small opening at the base of the thin lips opening and closing, as if inviting her in. Gasping still, Katie lifted her head and reached out her tongue, licking the twitching pussy.

Lauren moaned as Katie made contact, squeezing her arms around Lauren's legs, hugging the young girl in a passionate embrace. Her moans turned to giggles as Katie continued to stimulate her. She didn't know why, but after she had come any further stimulation always made her giggle, uncontrollably. 

"Good... girl... Kitty," Lauren gasped as Katie continued her attention unabated. "Ok you cheeky little slut," Lauren giggled, "enough now."

She lifted her body from that of her slave and rolled onto her back next to her, one hand still in contact, her fingertips playing absently up and down Katie's right side. Lauren had not been able to take any more, though Katie had seemed ready to continue for hours. Yes, thought Lauren as she caught her breath, this girl was something special.

Katie lay back exhausted, her chest still heaving as she struggled to calm her breathing. For one frightening moment she had felt that Lauren was going to smother her. She had been unable to breathe for so long, her mouth and nose covered completely. As she lay on her floor, arms bound above her, she thought back on what had just happened. 

Her nose had been pushed hard into Lauren's tight pink asshole. She had actually breathed her owner's ass. She could still remember the feel of it as it pressed against her nostrils, squashing her nose against her face. She was amazed to feel that it did not bother her as much as she expected. She had been given no choice, so there wasn't like there was anything she could do. It was not like she had licked it or anything. Still the encounter with another girl's ass left her feeling a little odd on top of the entire scenario of almost being smothered by a pussy.

Katie lay back and enjoyed the few moments of calm, luxuriating in the soft caresses of her owner. Lauren was still languishing in the high of her recent orgasm almost completely unaware of Katie's presence. She continued to brush her fingers lightly down the young girl's flank but it was an absentminded action, something she was taking no real conscious part in.

Lauren eventually crawled to her feet and flopped back onto Katie's bed, the final soft pulses of her orgasm surging up into her belly. She snuggled up at the head of the bed, resting her head on a pillow and quietly dozed off into a light sleep.

Katie lay on the floor, waiting patiently for something to happen. She felt good that she had made Lauren come but her happiness was coloured by the growing realisation that she had once again been forgotten - used and discarded. She had poured her heart out to her owner and she had felt a real connection, Lauren had known what she was going through. She knew and had comforted her. Katie wondered just where that might have gone if Lauren had not had to punish her. She had ruined a beautiful moment and now she would never know what could have been.

The young girl stretched her body despondently, trying to make the most of her abandonment. Even though Lauren had come, it had still been a punishment, the throbbing in her pussy was testament to that, and she was still required to apologise. So she spent her time thinking of an appropriate apology. She always seemed to lose her way when she knew Lauren was waiting for her to speak. All her plans fell apart when she looked into those pale haunting eyes and she felt stupid and useless. This time it would be different.

Lauren came gently awake, smiling as she remembered where she was and what had happened. She rolled over and stuck her head over the edge of the bed, looking down at her slave. Katie lay exactly as she had left her, arms stretched over her head and tied around a leg of the bed, her legs splayed widely, exposing her now red pussy.

Katie felt movement on the bed and looked up into her owner's face. Lauren smiled, her face upside down, and Katie smiled back, a sincere smile. Lauren had that power over her, she could make her happy with a smile. Lauren slid out of bed, landing on top of the tied teenager, eliciting a grunt from the young girl. She untied her hands, finally releasing the exhausted teenager from her bonds.

"Kneel," Lauren commanded.

Katie scrambled to obey, flexing her arms as she did so. This was her chance. Lauren was in a good mood. She had just come, explosively and she still seemed a little sleepy, back in bed resting her head peacefully as she watched her property.

"Excuse me Miss?"
"Mmmmm."
"I am very sorry for lying to you Miss, I will never do it again. I promise that I will be a very good girl and try and please you with everything I do from now on. Thank you for punishing me and thank you for giving me the chance to eat your pussy. I hope you liked it."

Yes! She had managed to say what she wanted to say. It had only taken her practicing it in her head about fifty times. The lazy smile that played across Lauren's face caused her chest to swell with pride. 

"Aren't you a little sweety Kitty. Come up here and give me a kiss, you cute thing."

Katie scampered forward and kissed her owner, glad that the juices Lauren had left on her face had dried. They had made the skin on her face tight and sticky for a while but while she waited she had exercised her face, stretched her jaw and loosened the dried juices as best she could. 

"Kitty get dressed and go downstairs and find out what is for dinner. Then you can come back for the other half of your punishment."

Katie looked at Lauren incredulously. Second half? What for? All the soft, warm feelings that had filled her were now banished, replaced by the return of her feelings of injustice. She had done everything Lauren had asked, she had given her an amazing orgasm, she had even come up with what she knew was a good apology. And she was still to be punished? That wasn't fair.

"Kitty, are you disobeying another order?"
"No Miss, it's just..."
"Right. Attention," Lauren snapped as she got up from the bed. "You want to sass me? Well Kitty, you will soon see where that gets you. And here I was thinking you were finally starting to behave yourself."

Katie watched as Lauren dug in her bag and produced the two wicked clamps that had caused her so much anguish the night before. "Spread your legs."

Katie hesitated briefly before shuffling her legs sideways, giving Lauren access to her still aching pussy. Lauren squeezed her plump lips together and placed the first clamp around both her labia, crushing them together and making the young girl grunt in pain. The second clamp followed moments later, this time lower down, cruelly crushing her tender lips and closing off the entrance to her vagina. 

Katie breathed deeply and slowly, doing her best to deal with the pain that shot through her pussy in sharp spikes. She had brought this on herself, ruined another moment, upset Lauren again. Why couldn't she just do the right thing?

"Black pleat skirt, red singlet. Now go and do what you were told," Lauren commanded brusquely.

Katie retrieved the items from her closet and dressed as quickly as she could, all the while trying to minimise her movements to prevent the clamps from causing her too much agony. Even if she stood perfectly still the vicious teeth of the clamps bit painfully into her tender flesh. She gave Lauren one last plaintive glance before she set off on her errand, but her owner wasn't even watching her, she had gone back to reading her book.

Feeling miserable and alone, Katie shuffled down the stairs, her gait more a waddle as she tried to keep the clamps still. The stairs were agony, no matter what she did, both clamps twisted with each step. She gasped and stopped two steps from the bottom. One of the clamps had twisted too far and would not right itself. 

She couldn't go on like this. She had not been told she could touch the clamps but she had to. Otherwise she would fail her task. The young girl shuffled around, faced up the stairs and lifted her skirt. There it was, the first clamp had caught itself on her skirt and had twisted up, almost pointing horizontally. What could she do?

Return to Lauren and admit defeat, ask for the clamp to be reset so she could try again? The prospect left her shaking. The only other thing she could do was right it herself. She should go back to Lauren, but fuck that she thought. Lauren had just sent on her on way while she was trying to be so nice. She would do this herself, no one needed to know.

Katie looked back down the stairs, took a deep breath and pushed the clamp down. The young girl sank to her knees as the pain shot through her. She grit her teeth and managed not to make a sound but there was no way she could do that again. She would have to take it off and put it back on, it was the only way. And she had to be quick about it. If Lauren thought she was dawdling she would be in for more punishment.

Katie steeled herself, released the clamp, grunting once as the pain exploded in her pussy. Before she had time to think, time to chicken out, she quickly reapplied the clamp as close to the original spot as she could. There she gasped, clutching her knees as she bent forward, no one would ever know.

"Katie?"

Katie spun around, wincing with the sudden agony that lanced into her sex and surrounds. Her father looked at her with concern, wondering what the hell was going on. Had he seen anything? God she had been bent forward and he was at the bottom of the stairs. Did he see that she was wearing no panties? Had he glimpsed the shiny metal clamps protruding from her bare pussy?

"You ok? You don't look so good."
"I'm ok Dad," Katie gasped, desperate to reassure her father, hoping against hope he had not seen anything. "Just a cramp that's all."
"Ok hon, well take it easy. Don't overdo all this exercise. Listen to Lauren, she sounds like she knows what she's doing."
"Thanks Dad, I will," Katie said, worrying once again about how much her parents knew.
"Did you want something?"
"Oh, just wondering what was for dinner."
"Roast chicken, but ask your Mom for the specifics."
"Ok," Katie replied crestfallen. She had hoped she could get away with not having to go any further. 

Her father passed her on the stairs and she waited until he had gone to look back up. She had been all the way up there, bending forward. He must have seen something. The skirt was short, not too short, but still. The thought that her father had seen her ass horrified her. She could not even contemplate the idea that he had seen the clamps. If he had would he have known what they were.

Katie tried to ignore the slippery slope of humiliation that train of thought would lead her along and hurried into the kitchen where her mother was cooking.

"Hi Mom, what's for dinner?"
"Roast chicken."
"Yeah Dad said. What about everything though?"
"Oh well, roast potato, pumpkin and onion. Zucchini and corn and some crispy bread."
"Thanks Mom."

Her information gathered, Katie hurried back up the stairs pushing through the pain as the clamps bit into her delicate flesh. Lauren was dressed and surfing the net when Katie returned to her room. She locked the door behind her and stood at attention, waiting for her owner to acknowledge her. 

This was one of the hardest things she had to do. It wasn't like she needed to be the centre of attention, far from it, but to be completely ignored, as if she didn't exist, was torture for the young girl. Lauren was just there and she couldn't reach out and touch her, couldn't even speak to her. She had to wait patiently, something she had never been good at.

Lauren looked to be researching blogs, no doubt preparing to setup  the one she had proposed for her. Katie had never kept a diary and didn't know about writing out her thoughts. No doubt Lauren would be reading it and that thought made her more apprehensive than ever.

"Well bitch, what is for dinner."

Katie cringed at the harshness of Lauren's words and tone. "Roast chicken Miss, with potatoes, pumpkin, zucchini, sweet corn and crispy bread."

"You will have one potato, one piece of pumpkin, three pieces of zuchhini and one piece of bread. You will also have a small serving of chicken. Your Mom sounds like she's a good cook Kitty."
"She is Miss."
"And how much have you learned from her?"
"Um, nothing Miss," Katie replied, wincing as she did so, knowing Lauren would be unimpressed.
"You really are a lazy little cunt you know that Kitty, just breezing through life expecting everyone to do everything for you. Well I won't have it, do you hear me?"
"Yes Miss," Katie shuddered. How had she managed to turn Lauren so much against her? Why was she such a fuckup?
"Is that all you have to say to me?"
"No Miss. I am very sorry for disappointing you Miss. I didn't mean to, I'm really sorry."
"If you didn't mean to Kitty then why did you?"
"Uh, because I am a dumb bitch Miss."

"Correct Kitty, a dumb bitch who should know better though. You still have a punishment due and for your latest disobedience you have earned another. I'm tired Kitty so let's do them now and I can relax. Remove the shoelaces from one of your sneakers, remove your shirt and stand at attention with it in your mouth."

Katie scurried to obey. Lauren had not even turned to look at her during the entire exchange. She had remained seated, working on the computer. It made her feel terrible though she could not blame Lauren. She seemed unable to do the right thing for more than five minutes at a time and the constant failure was starting to wear on her. 

She quickly unlaced one shoe, drew her shirt over her head and scrambled to attention, the long lace dangling from either side of her mouth. She did not have long to wait as she heard Lauren stop typing and she was soon joined by her owner.

Lauren unceremoniously reached under the anxious teen's skirt, felt for the clamps and removed both in two quick movments. Katie's jaw clenched hard and she screamed through her closed mouth, the agonised sound coming through as a strangled gurgle of an animal caught in a trap. The pain was unimaginable, how the hell could this hurt so much when they were taken off!

The tortured girl had squeezed her legs together and dropped into a squat the moment her owner's hand, now holding the devilish clamps, slipped out from under her skirt. She looked up at Lauren, tears welling in her eyes, knowing she needed to get to her feet and back in position but pleading for one more moment to collect herself, to push the pain away and force her frozen limbs to move.

Slowly, achingly, Katie rose to her feet, taking long deep breaths through her mouth as she moved back to attention, the pain still throbbing in her pussy. Lauren ignored the young girl's plight and pulled the thin length of material from Katie's mouth and curled it around her hand. 

"Top off. Hands behind your head, elbows back Kitty. Time those tits earnt their keep. If your hands drop, we start again. Fifteen strokes Kitty. Don't disappoint me again."

Katie obeyed, the threat in Lauren's words more than clear. Once her hands were behind her head, Lauren began. Katie watched as she stepped back and to the side and let the shoelace dangle from her hand. Lauren gripped both ends of the lace, the rest of the length hanging down in a long loop.

Katie wanted to close her eyes but she could not. Her eyes would not close and she watched as Lauren drew back her arm and let the first stroke fly. The pain from the lace shot across her breasts like a thousand wasps all stinging her at once. Lauren did not even pause to allow Katie to become accustomed to the pain. She drew back her arm again and again, the looped lace swishing across the soft breast meat.

In moments Katie's chest was covered in thin red lines. The slim lace curled around the young girl's body, the looped end impacting the far side of her breast creating a latticework of curved scarlet lines on the smooth white skin. Katie grit her teeth and winced each time the lace swung forward but she remained quiet, trying her best to impress Lauren. 

Her whole world had fallen apart in the last few minutes. Everything had been going so well. Yes she had been used like a toy and then discarded once the game had ended, her face had been abused so Lauren could orgasm, her nose was still a little sore from the pounding it had received, but she had poured her heart out to Lauren and her classmate had understood, had comforted her and made everything feel right. The punishment had been something she knew was coming and she didn't begrudge her owner that. 

Just how exactly had it gone all wrong? She knew she was to blame but she just couldn't understand how. As she stood still and accepted the whipping she tried to think about what had happened but the constant flurry of sharp stinging strokes prevented her from being able to organise her thoughts. 

It wasn't fair, she pleaded as the lace landed directly across her nipples. It really wasn't fair, Katie decided more firmly, the pain that lanced through her chest giving her misgivings strength. The whole thing wasn't fair, all of it. Lauren had no right to treat her like this. If only she could be nice to her, like she had been when she had found her, upset and blubbering. She should never have let Lauren see her like that. Her anger crested and focused inward. 

"Attention Kitty," gasped Lauren.

Katie threw her arms behind her back petulantly, her anger giving her movements more force than she had planned. She instantly regretted it and looked at the floor ashamed of herself and worried that her owner had noticed. She was definitely not doing herself any favours. She couldn't even remember why she had been angry, all thoughts of the injustice of her situation banished by the fear of disappointment.

The anxious teenager dared a glance up as she felt Lauren's warm hands touch her breasts. The caress was light as a feather, her owner's petite fingers tracing the bright pattern of whipmarks across the soft flesh. She traced the lines as if following a path in one of those children's maze games. Katie moaned softly at the delicate touch, the sting of the lace still fresh in her mind, was slowly being soothed by Lauren's loving contact. 

Katie looked at her owner, biting her lip unconsciously as she saw the faraway smile that flickered across Lauren's pretty face. She wasn't a classic beauty Katie thought, but that elfin appeal, made her breath catch in her throat. And those eyes! When Lauren's gaze met hers, wrenched away from her patterned breasts by the young girl's strangled gasp,  Katie's legs went weak. She thought she was going to fall to the floor, but it was almost as if she was held still by the captivating blue eyes, those pale turquoise orbs that seemed to strip away all of her thoughts and bore right into her soul.

"I am very sorry Miss. I am, will try and be better I promise," gushed Katie, knowing that this apology was a feeble one but hoping that Lauren could see it was deeply heartfelt. 

As she gazed into Lauren's eyes, she felt deeply ashamed of her recent feelings. Lauren wasn't being unfair really, she was just... Any way Katie phrased it made her feel strange but... She wasn't being unfair she was only treating her the way she deserved. She didn't like the way that sounded so she quickly tried to turn her thoughts to other things.

"Don't try Kitty, do. Be better. I know you can do it. Sometimes you are a really good girl and I am proud that I own you but other times..." She left the unspoken thought hang in the space between them.

An unexpected warmth had surged in Katie's chest as Lauren spoke, only to have it dampened by a queer chill at her classmate's unfinished statement. Her poor behaviour was truly making Lauren upset. She could feel the disappointment radiating from her body, see the distress in her face. Katie felt a pain in her heart more intense than anything the stinging shoelace had imparted.

"Miss please, I am so sorry," Katie pleaded, tears that had not come during her punishment now welled in her eyes. She yearned to reach out and touch Lauren, to hold her and comfort her as she had been comforted, but she dared not move, not wanting to disappoint her owner yet again.

"Oh I know you are Kitty, but sorry is just a word. Impress me with your actions not your words. A slave pleases her owner through obedience, submission and subservience, not by apologising constantly. Think about that Kitty as you help your mother prepare dinner. Your laziness is at an end Kitty. Each afternoon you will ask your Mom what is for dinner, report to me and then help her prepare it. You need to learn to cook Kitty, so you will pay attention and learn all you can."

"Yes Miss," Katie replied eagerly, more than happy to do so.

"Good girl," Lauren praised picking up on Katie's enthusiasm and cheered by the change in attitude. She had sensed a definite vibe of defiance, an almost surly attitude from Katie and it was something she was determined to quash, hard if need be. 

"First though Kitty you may lick my pussy for me. Just a little Kitty, I don't know if you deserve too much of a treat after this afternoon."

Licking her pussy was a treat? Katie could understand how from Lauren's point of view that was true. She did like it, she couldn't really deny that. Lauren tasted quite nice and she did enjoy the feelings that surged through her own body when she brought pleasure to another girl. It was strange how giving pleasure made her happy as well. She guessed this was what lovers felt. 

Was that what they were, her and Lauren? Lovers? She guessed they had become lovers but she definitely didn't love Lauren. How could she? She felt something, she couldn't deny that but she couldn't love someone that treated her like Lauren did, like a slave, ordering her around, ignoring her, hurting her. She couldn't love someone who was like that. Exactly what she felt she didn't know but she thankfully abandoned those thoughts as Lauren was ready for her. 

As she had contemplated their relationship, Katie had watched her owner remove her pants and lie back on the bed. Lauren patted her bare pussy and Katie scurried forward, falling to her knees between the languid girl's widespread legs. She could see a tiny droplet of moisture at the entrance to Lauren's pussy. The small clear dewdrop soaked into Katie's tongue as she made her first tentative contact. Once she had tasted Lauren, her hesitation faded as she forced her tongue against Lauren's smooth lips with greater force. She closed her mouth around her the teenager's sex, enveloping the sensitive labia.

"Kitty, I said lick, not eat. Don't be greedy."

Katie blushed at the chastisement and leaned back a little, her tongue now the only point of contact with Lauren's now glistening lips. She caught a glimpse of the pink folds of Lauren's vagina before coming in once more and gently licking her classmate's pussy. She kept her strokes long and gentle, licking and kissing the delicate pink labia but not forcing her tongue inside. 

Lauren had wanted to treat her not orgasm, Katie realised as she lapped between her owner's legs, bathing the delicate flesh with her tongue. Lauren may have wanted a relaxing, comforting experience but Katie could smell her owner's arousal, the heady scent that was already imprinted on her brain. It was so different from her own but then everything about Lauren's pussy was different.

Where her pussy was plump and full, Lauren's was slim and compact, the beautiful lips barely protruding from her body. Where her pussy produced thick white cream, copious amounts of thick white cream she added, knowing that her pussy was this very second coated in it, Lauren's was clear and liquid. And where her pussy emitted a strong musky scent, that could be noticed a mile away she added with chagrin, Lauren's aroma was more delicate, more petite, like everything else about her. 

As her tongue continued to service the prostrate teen, Katie wondered what exactly was normal. From the way Lauren had reacted to her cream, she knew it couldn't be her. The way her own pussy secreted the thick ooze was a definite sign to the young girl. A sign that she was different from other girls. There was a word for it Katie knew, not wanting to say it but thinking that was more than a little stupid, seeing that her face was currently buried between the legs of another girl, her tongue dutifully servicing the pussy of her owner. Slut. 

"Enough Kitty," Lauren moaned, knowing that if she did not stop now this could go on for hours. She may be inexperienced, Lauren thought, but the little slut was talented, there was no doubting that.

Katie licked Lauren's glistening sex twice more before she stopped. She didn't know why she risked the ire of her owner, but her lips twisted in a mischevious grin as she leaned away from the bed. She looked at the results of her spirited attention, gazing at Lauren's pussy, the tiny dark pink lips of her inner labia splayed delicately apart revealing the tiny pink clit. She wasn't aware that Lauren was looking at her grinning in satisfaction at the devastatingly cute teen. 

That smile, thought Lauren, was one in a million. She had read the phrase 'a smile that lit up a room' but until now she had dismissed that as mere writer's cliche. The fact that the little slut was smiling that way, so cheekily, after having just licked her pussy so tenderly, well that was something she would need to think a little more about.

"That was very nice Kitty. How is your pussy?"
"Um goo-" Fuck, you dumbass, that's not what she meant. "My pussy is wet Miss."
"I guess you'd like a little attention too?"
"If it please you Miss," Katie gushed, a thrill rushing through her entire body at the prospect. 

She had not expected it, the thought not even crossing her mind but she realised there was nothing she wanted more than for Lauren to lick her pussy. Just the thought made her pulse quicken.

"Get your dildo Kitty, and your nice new pink panties, you know the ones."
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, a little confused. 
"Ok Kitty, panties on. Mmm, those are too cute. You know what they say don't you Kitty?"
"Eat me Miss," Katie replied, blushing, not quite believing it. Blushing still, after all she had done!
"No time for that now Kitty, pull them to one side. Good."

Katie groaned as Lauren slid the hard glass shaft inside her. She was so fucking wet, her dildo had slipped in with barely any resistance, her plump lips parting eagerly. She still could not quite believe how her freshly bare pussy felt. Even this brief touch left her marveling at the new fresh sensations. 

Lauren pulled the dildo out, smiling as she watched the rounded bumps appear, giggling as Katie's thighs quivered as she thrust the transparent shaft back into her creaming pussy. Lauren didn't think she would ever get over Katie's ability to produce such thick, luscious white cream. It was fucking amazing and something she knew Katie didn't quite understand either. 

Katie gasped as her dildo was thrust ever deeper, sure that its entire length was now snugly inside her, stretching her, filling her. The unyielding shaft felt amazing as the walls of her vagina squeezed and pulsed around it. 

"Ok Kitty, put your panties on properly," Lauren commanded.

Katie looked at the kneeling girl pleadingly, but she did not hesitate, letting the crotch of her panties stretch back over her sex. She had to pull them down a little to move them past the end of the dildo that still protruded from her like some strange glass growth. As she let her panties go, she felt the dildo slide inside her just a little more. She gasped and hunched over as the tight pink panties forced the glass shaft inside her, trapping it there. 

Once her panties were seated, as snugly as they could be with the dildo pushing against them, she returned her arms to their proper position, her skirt falling down to cover her now that it was no longer trapped by her arms. Her pussy pulsed, trying to squeeze the intruder out. She succeeded in moving the glass dildo half an inch before it was pushed back inside her by the tight panties. Katie could not believe how this felt, she had never thought, never imagined, never...

"Off you go Kitty. Remember to pay attention to what your mother says. You represent me now Kitty. As my property your behaviour reflects upon me, you understand that don't you Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie breathed, her thoughts only partly focused on what Lauren was saying.
"Come straight back once you are dismissed. We have a lot to do."

Chapter 9. A Family Dinner

"Basting Katie, that's the key."
"What," Katie gasped, astounded at what her mother had said.
"Basting Katie, basting is the key to a succulent roast."
"Oh, Ok Mom."

A flash of overwhelming and uncontrollable fear had swept over her. She could have sworn her mother had said 'bating was the key'. The irrational paranoia that had plagued her all weekend had slammed into her with full force, leaving her heart pounding painfully in her chest. She was losing it, fucking losing it. But she had a reason. A very good, seven inch long reason.

"You okay, you look a little flushed hon."
Well you would be too if you had a- She couldn't believe she was thinking such things towards her mother. "I'm good thanks Mom."
"Well there's not a lot more you can do. The table does need setting though."
"Ok Mom," Katie replied, dutifully collecting the plates and cutlery they would need.

She placed the four plates on the table and leaned against it for a moment, desperate to collect her shattered emotions. Her pussy was on fire. Each step, each shift of weight, each movement was an agony of ecstasy. She was sure she would have come long ago if it had not been for the humiliation that constantly floated on the surface of her emotions, occupying her thoughts, never letting her truly enjoy the sensations pulsing between her legs.

She had spent the last ten minutes right next to her mother, talking to her, all the while her pussy was stuffed to capacity with the long glass hardness of her dildo. Her mother knew something was going on, she had to. Katie could feel the heat of arousal radiating from her chest, neck and face. She moaned softly as her pussy tightened involuntarily, forcing, for the hundredth time, the dildo out of her vagina, only to have the tight elasticity of her panties force it back in.

She was fucking herself! The thought made her moan once more, knowing now, without a doubt what a slut she was. She wasn't doing it, her pussy was. She didn't have any control, it was acting all by itself. She really didn't have any control of her life, not even her body. She had done her best to ignore her stiff nipples, knowing they were standing out prominently under the tight red shirt. She had tried to forget about them, as if by doing so everyone else would as well. She knew her mother had seen them, as if they could be missed, but she hoped she had proscribed it to something other than sexual arousal. She had almost convinced herself that was the way it was, almost.

Stop daydreaming bitch, get the table set and get back upstairs. That's the only way you will get this over with. Stairs she thought, grimacing at the memory of the harrowing journey down the short flight, the dildo forcing its way deep inside her, the soft, wet walls of her pussy choking the thick shaft in manic spasms.

It wasn't that it didn't feel good, it did. God did it feel good. It was just that, well if she was honest, she didn't want this happening. She didn't want to be teased in this way, especially not in her own home, around other people, even if they were only her parents. Fuck, what if Lauren tried to make her do this at school! No way, she couldn't. She would get no work done at all and Lauren wanted her to do good in class.

As Katie laid the plates and cutlery around the table, she realised with horror that she could smell her sex. She shouldn't have been surprised. The amount of cream that must be sloshing around in her panties, coating her dildo and oozing from her pussy, must be phenomenal.

Now that she was out of the kitchen, away from the delicious swirling aromas of roasting chicken, another odour was making itself known. She placed her hands flat on the table and tried to calm herself as the thick scent of her arousal assaulted her senses. It wasn’t as strong or as pungent as yesterday and for that she was grateful. God, yesterday. It was only yesterday that she had felt such an intense humiliation it had threatened to shatter her composure and send her running from the school.

She could just see herself, slamming through the wide double doors, arms flailing in the air above her head, hair streaming in tangled tatters, her face a contorted mask of insanity. She smiled at the image, surprised that she could still amuse herself. Don’t forget to add the big cream stain on the back of your skirt, she mused. The weak smile flickered and faded as the emotional pain became fresh again. Why did she have to think that? Why did she always have to ruin things?

Katie straightened the cutlery, wanting everything to be perfect when Lauren came down to dine. She collected the glasses and set them and looked one last time at the table, trying to spot any errors or untidiness. She knew Lauren would notice something and she knew that she would not be forgiven if anything was amiss. She was tired of being chastised for doing things wrong.

“Table’s set Mom, anything else I can do?”
“That’s ok hon, I have it from here. You run along back to Lauren.”

Yeah, no. Katie wouldn’t be running anywhere anytime soon but she was eager to get back to her room. And to Lauren she supposed. Her owner was the only one who was going to empty her pussy and as much as the shudders of pleasure that rocked her young body made her smile, the frustration of not being able to sate her desire had become maddening. She wanted the dildo out. The humiliation of being made to walk around her own house like this was equally as upsetting. She was supposed to feel safe and secure at home but even here she could not escape the degradation that Lauren seemed determined to visit upon her.

The journey up the stairs felt like an epic ordeal to the young girl. She had been determined to push through quickly, hurrying to her room to find some measure of solace, but she was only halfway up and had already stopped to catch her breath twice. The enjoyable feelings that pulsed through her young sex were starting to be overshadowed by the need to be free. The dildo was too far inside her, occasionally sending a tiny spike of pain up into her belly. She was sure it was further inside her now than when she had started. Had the constant movement stretched her vagina? Was that even possible?

Katie lifted her leg once more, feeling the tight material of her panties go taut. The pressure on her dildo increase, edging it further inside her. A quiet, barely audible, squishing sound reached Katie’s ears. She froze, straddling the stairs, unwilling to move and hear that sound again. The longer she stood there the easier it was to convince herself that she had heard nothing. The house was quiet, sure, but the noises from the kitchen and the muted hum of the television in the lounge could still be heard. It must have been something from the kitchen. So let’s go, she urged. Up the stairs. Come on.

Katie did not move. She couldn’t. She wanted to, she really did, it was just... She couldn't bear to hear that sound again. But it wasn't even anything. It was something from the kitchen. Her vaginal muscles clenched around the intruder, squeezing along the entire length of the bumpy glass shaft. That was it. She couldn't stand this any longer.

Katie lifted her left leg and brought herself level on the step above. See, nothing. She was so fucking stupid. Yes she was wet, ridiculously so. She could feel her cream smeared over her smooth lips, parted by the dildo. She was sure the entire length of the toy was inside her now. She had never pushed past the third bump and now she felt so full. As if on cue her muscles contracted around the unforgiving shaft and she moaned softly, more eager than ever to put an end to this pleasurable torment.

She stepped up determinedly, confident of making her room, getting back to Lauren and having the maddening object removed. No please, it wasn't, she cried, knowing full well that this time there was no doubt. A definite slurping sound, soft and susurrant came from between her legs. There was no one else to hear the noise now, yet she blushed furiously, the mere knowledge that such a noise had come from her, that she had become so aroused, her pussy creamed so intensely, that it was even possible was humiliation enough.

Now she knew it was true, she hurried up the stairs as fast as she could, masking the subtle sounds with the rustle of her movement. Lauren was at the computer once again and Katie stood at attention behind her, waiting to be acknowledged. At least she was standing still now, but that did not stop the random pulsing in her sex. She wished that she could be allowed to face into the room but Lauren had been clear in her instructions and she was left looking at the blank wall around her door. Katie could hear her owner type behind her and tried to imagine just what she was doing. After only a minute the fragile young girl was pleading silently with her owner, begging to be noticed.

Lauren made Katie wait more than five minutes before she turned from the computer and looked at the pretty young teen. Just seeing her like this, standing obediently as she had been instructed made her own pussy flutter with excitement. When she had been planning the capture of her classmate she had never imagined the actual training itself could be so exciting, so fulfilling. Just seeing her like this, meek and submissive made her heart beat faster.

"My, my Kitty you have been enjoying yourself haven't you?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, the joy at being acknowledged evident in her voice.
"I coul smell you as soon as you came in Kitty. So delicious. How far away is dinner?"
"Just a few minutes Miss."
"Well I suppose we should put an end to your fun. I don't want to hear any complaints Kitty, I don't think you would be able to sit properly with that inside you. It isn't really designed for that. Skirt up."

Katie complied, lifting her black skirt up, revealing the pretty pink panties underneath. Lauren knelt down in front of her slave and looked at the sight before her. The dildo had penetrated almost completely into Katie's pussy but the final sphere, the biggest of them all still protruded from her vagina. It pushed the tiny pink panties away from her body creating a tent in the fabric, allowing Lauren to see the clear bulb from the side.

Katie's smooth pink labia bulged around the intruder, hugging the slick shaft tightly. It was a beautiful sight and Lauren was loathe to put an end to it, but she knew she must. She had other plans for that cunt. The moment Lauren slid the panties past Katie's hips the dildo popped out, liberally coated in the teenager's thick cream.

Lauren caught the dildo by the large globe at the end and handed it up to Katie. The teenager took it without complaint, immediately lifting it to her mouth to clean the white ooze from its length.

"Kitty," Lauren snapped, noticing the movement from the corner of her eye, her attention still focused on the delicious snatch before her. She had watched as Katie closed, once the shaft had been removed, though much more slowly than she had expected. The sight of her little clit peeking out past it's hood was something else she would have loved to inspect in more detail, but there was time enough for that later.

"Now Kitty," Lauren continued as she stood up and faced the frozen teen. Katie had remained immobile, paralysed by the harsh tone in her owner's voice, the dildo half way to her mouth, her lips already parted as if preparing for a kiss. "What do you think you are doing?"
"Um, cleaning the dildo Miss," she replied timidly, waiting for Lauren to tell her what she had done wrong now.
"Kitty were you given permission to lick your cream?"
"No Miss," Katie admitted despondently. She had only tried to do what she thought was right.
"You are an eager little slut I know, but that cream is not yours to eat now is it?"
"No Miss."
"You eat what I say, when I say. I am not training a greedy, selfish little slut. I know you would be happy as a pig in mud if you could slurp your cuntcream all day long but that's not up to you now is it?"
"No Miss," Katie agreed. She didn't want to eat it, she was only doing what she thought Lauren wanted. She wanted to let Lauren know, wanted her to know she had done the wrong thing only because she was trying to be good, not selfish or greedy, but she knew it did not matter. Lauren didn't care what she had to say, she had disappointed her again and that was all there was to it.

"Well Kitty go ahead and clean it, but make it quick."

Katie all but devoured the glass dildo in her haste to clean it of her cream. She was on the knife's edge of making Lauren unhappy and that was the last thing she wanted, the last thing in the world. She wanted her panties back up too but there was nothing she could do about that right now. Lauren had only pulled them halfway down her thigh and the small panties were pulled tightly against the soft flesh of her legs.

It was over in moments. Despite the amount of cream, she had cleaned each glass sphere immaculately, slurping the larger blobs of cream into her mouth and diligently licking the smaller smears with her tongue. Lauren watched her intently, confident that her enthusiasm was borne equally from a will to please and from the desire for the cream itself. She didn't mind the taste of herself, but Katie seemed to love it, the little slut.

Lauren took the clean dildo from her slave and threw it casually on the bed. Katie's eyes flickered to the glistening toy, anxious that Lauren planned to leave it there, in plain sight. She had always been very careful, ultra careful, to put it straight back into her hiding place when she was done.

Katie shuddered as Lauren slid two of her fingers along her labia, gently pressing on the bare lips, puffy with arousal. Each finger came away with a healthy blob of cream at its tip. Katie closed her lips when she noticed them parting of their own accord, desperate not to have Lauren think she was greedy for a second time.

Instead of popping the slime covered fingers into the young girl's eager mouth, she instead placed the tip of each finger against Katie's nostrils, sealing each tiny hole, the small measure of pussy cream pushed just inside each opening. Katie opened her mouth to breath, though this did nothing to lessen the aroma that now had a direct line into her brain.

"I don't approve of drugs Kitty. But you have an addiction of an entirely different sort, eh my little slut. Snort your fix Kitty."

Katie looked at her classmate incredulously. She could feel the slimy cream pressed inside her nostrils. It felt weird and yucky. She had stood still while Lauren toyed with her but to actually snort her cream, well it was something she just didn't think she could do. As she stood there, her owners fingers pressed against her nostrils she came to wonder just what limit Lauren could place on her degradation.

Peeing in front of another girl was bad. Drinking the spit of another person was worse. Having her body used as a sextoy was something entirely different but snorting the discharge from her pussy was disgusting. She couldn't do it. She wouldn't do it. Enough was enough.

Katie looked defiantly into Lauren's eyes and immediately snorted quickly and deeply. She stepped away from Lauren, shook her head and fluttered her hands in front of her face as if shooing a squadron of flies. Her eyes watered at the thought of what she had just done, but she had no choice.

Big tough girl eh, she chided. All it took was one look from her owner, the cold, hard disappointment she saw in those pale blue orbs spurring her into instant activity. How could she be so helpless with this girl? How could she be at the mercy of a girl her own age? How could she be controlled with a look?

"I know you would prefer to eat it Kitty, but a change is as good as a holiday as they say."

Lauren was beaming at her but Katie wasn't sure if it was because she had done something right, or just because Lauren enjoyed demeaning her, teasing her, knowing she could do nothing in return.

"Oh Kitty, you're so gorgeous. How could I ever resist you," Lauren said stepping in and kissing her classmate passionately.

Katie responded immediately, her own lips parting, her tongue darting out eagerly. Well if I'm getting called a slut, why not she told herself, knowing as she did so that such feeble deflections were not fooling anyone, least of all her. Katie leaned in to her owner, her hands sliding to her owner's hips, sneaking under her shirt to find the bare skin.

Just as she was beginning to lose herself in the warmth of Lauren's embrace, her father called them down to dinner. Fuck, no. These were the times Katie cherished, the times when she knew Lauren liked her, knew she was more than just a possession to her. And her father had ruined it. She wanted to stomp her feet and curse but all she did was pull up her panties, at Lauren's command, seating them snugly against her wet pussy, damp meeting damp. She had seen the wet spot in the crotch of the panties, darkening the thin, pink material, knowing that it would be larger by the end of the night.

Her pussy had not stopped pulsing, even once the dildo had been removed. It was almost as if she missed that hard shaft, even though she was glad it had been removed. When Lauren had kissed her she had felt her sex tighten and knew her juices continued to flow. She would have liked a break from the constant state of arousal she found herself in. The continued stimulation was creating a frustration that was beginning to be painful. Her clit was so hard it hurt and she wanted desperately to come, though she would never admit that to anyone.

Lauren had told her that no one would make her come, that she came because she wanted to. Katie didn't really believe that. She might have asked for permission, begged for permission if she was honest, but she had been given no choice. Lauren had made her come, had wrenched the powerful orgasm from her body as surely as she controlled everything else. Ah but if you had not asked, what would have happened then she questioned. She couldn't have lasted much longer, but still.

Katie was glad when Lauren left the room, pulling her along by her collar, one finger hooked under the tight metal band. She hated arguing with herself, especially when she was losing. She was glad of the distraction but dreaded what new humiliations the meal with her parents would bring.

*  *  *  *  *

"This chicken is delicious Emma."
"Thank you Lauren, there's a key to a good roast isn't there Katie?"
"Yes Mom, basting," replied Katie, taking extreme care to say the word correctly.
"Katie is interested in learning to cook," Katie's mother said looking poignantly at her husband.
"I think I see someone's influence at work here. You need to hire yourself out Lauren, you could make a mint as a domesticator of teenage girls. I know a hundred parents who would pay for that service," Greg chuckled, Lauren and her mother joining in the hilarity.

Katie didn't feel like laughing. Not only was she the butt of the joke but it hit a little too close to the mark for her liking. She focused on eating the meal on her plate though she needed to make sure she didn't eat too quickly. She had far less on her plate than anyone else, the small serving having already been set by her owner.

Watching Lauren and her parents eat the sweet corn was a torture in itself. She could see the succulent sweetness as Lauren bit into hers, juice popping with almost every bite. While she was stuck with zuchini. She had never liked zuchini. Everything else was delicious and she had to resist the temptation to scoff it all down in record time. She knew if she did so Lauren was sure to tease her and she did not want to be called a piglet again. It would also leave her with nothing to do as everyone else ate their full servings of the sumptuous meal.

As her father had carved the succulent bird, the heady aroma of the roast had wafted around the table. Katie smelt the mouth-watering aroma but her thoughts were on another scent. Her wet pussy was emitting its own pungent odour but it was the cream Lauren had forced her to snort that she could not dismiss. She was sure her sex was masked by the delicious aroma of the food but to the anxious young girl, it was hopelessly overshadowed.

"Katie I haven't said it before but I think you look absolutely darling with your new hairstyle," her mother said, reaching out to touch a stray lock. "It really suits you, I never liked it before, hiding that pretty face."
"Uh thanks Mom," Katie replied self-consciously. Her mother was right of course, but she had liked her old cut. She had liked being able to hide her face if she wanted. She knew Lauren wanted her to be pretty and look her best but she just knew that one of the reasons Lauren had chosen this style was for the very reason her mother had mentioned.
"You sure that's all you want Katie," her mother said with concern, "there's plenty more of everything."
"Thanks Mom, this is all I'm allowed."

Katie almost dropped her fork when she realised what she had said. Holy fucking hell, how dense could she be. Her mother and father were looking at her strangely. No fucking joke she thought, cursing herself and falling even further into despair when she felt the heat begin to rise in her chest and face, knowing her cheeks were flushing the deep shade of pink, the colour she was quickly learning to hate above all others.

"Exercising will really only get you half way to a healthy body," Lauren said, coming to the flustered teen's rescue. "A balanced diet is just as important."

Katie loved Lauren then, for that one moment her heart brimmed with adoration for her owner. Her brain had shut down and she would have stayed silent, sitting there like some statue, stunned by her stupidity, paralysed by the self-inflicted humiliation.

"Well she's lucky to have you guiding her Lauren. Now if only I had a friend like you," Katie's mother said, looking down poignantly at her own body.

Lauren laughed, along with everyone else, but Katie saw something more in those pale blue eyes as her owner looked at her mom. Katie flashed back to her mother. She was still attractive, her breasts high and firm. She was starting to get a little bit of a belly and she was definitely softer than she was in the photos of her youth, but Katie had to admit she was still really pretty.

The bewildered teen looked back at her owner, meeting her gaze now, noticing the wide smile that lit up Lauren's face. The conversation turned to the mundane but Katie had no ability to follow. Her mind whirled with unpleasant thoughts as she picked at her meal. The vision of her mother with a collar around her neck make her almost gag on the piece of potato she was attempting to swallow. What the fuck was wrong with her? What had Lauren done to her? Her thoughts were becoming warped!

She tried to listen to the conversation but she couldn't quite focus her thoughts. Lauren and her parents were getting on like a house on fire, laughing and joking as if they had known each other for years. Katie could not deny that Lauren was extremely charming and she was really smart and confident and pretty and her smile was infectious and her eyes... those pale ghostly eyes. She kept glancing at her owner throughout the meal, hoping to feel those eyes upon her. A jolt of electricity shot up her body from groin to throat each time their eyes met, but she sheepishly looked away, unable to deal with the sensation once it occurred, but unable to stop coming back for more.

"No you sit, we'll clear the table," Katie heard Lauren say, shocking her out of her reverie. The meal had ended? Katie immediately stood up to help clear the table.
"Lauren dear, you're a guest. We can't allow you to clear, you sit," Lauren's father said.

Katie paused for only a split-second before collecting the other dirty plates and cutlery, stacking them and taking them into the kitchen. She put the dirty dishes on the sink and leaned against the benchtop, closing her eyes and trying to gain her composure. The paranoia burst upon her with full force. Her parents were in on it! They knew! But why would Lauren have explained away her food if that was the case?

And yet here she was, alone in the kitchen, clearing the table by herself while her parents and her owner sat in the dining room, laughing at her. She could hear them. 'Thanks so much for making our daughter a slave Lauren', 'no problem Emma, she's not a bad little slut'. Her chest ached at the imagined conversation. And she called her Mom, Emma and her Dad, Greg. They were all so pally, it wasn't fair. It was sickening.

She had wanted her parents to be suspicous of Lauren. She had wanted them to see through the ruse and rescue her from the predicament she had landed herself in. Instead her parents seemed to love Lauren, treating her like one of the family. Katie took a deep breath, finally convinced that her parents knew nothing. Her slavery and the reason for it was was still her and Lauren's secret. If only she used her common sense she would have known it all along. She just didn't know why she acted, and felt, so foolish all the time.

Katie returned and removed the dishes of food from the table, balancing as many containers as she could, eager to have this humiliating service at an end. It wasn't that she was clearing the table, there was nothing wrong with that, it was just that she had been singled out for it. Ordinarily it would mean nothing but now it only highlighted the demeaning situation in which she was trapped. She was serving. It was what she was for.

As Katie was stacking the dishes beside the sink, collecting all the unfinished food together she was startled by the appearance of Lauren carrying the glasses from the table. She had come to help her afterall. She wasn't totally alone. She could have hugged Lauren then, the relief she felt at having company flushing her with warmth. Lauren put the glasses on the bench and stepped in close to her girl.

Lauren reached out and grabbed Katie's shirt, pulling the young girl's petite frame into her embrace. Their lips met in a brief, tender kiss. Katie's eyes flickered to the doorway, fearful of her parents seeing her kiss another girl.

"Kitty, I know you have no idea how cute you are when you serve. You really were meant to be a slave," Lauren said, running her hands along the smooth flesh under her shirt. "Your Mom has made an apple pie for dessert. Cut four slices and serve three with a scoop of ice cream. When everyone has received their dessert you may take your seat and have yours."

Before Katie even had a chance for a 'yes Miss', Lauren had turned and left the room, leaving Katie on her own, alone with her thoughts of submission. She could think of nothing else as she prepared the dessert, leaving one bowl, her bowl, bare of the sweet ice cream. She supposed she should count herself lucky that she was allowed any dessert at all but she didn't feel lucky.

She felt small and vulnerable and desperately wanted someone to comfort her. The people that were supposed to comfort her when things went wrong were only a room away and yet they were lost to her. There was one other who could comfort her and make her feel better and she too was mere feet away. It was to her owner that her throughts turned now. She wanted nothing more than for Lauren take her in her arms, squeeze her tightly and tell her everything would be alright. No kissing, nothing sexual, she just wanted, needed, the human touch. She wanted what Lauren had given her that afternoon, before she had ruined it.

Katie gathered up the three bowls of dessert, one in each hand and balanced a third on her left forearm, resting against her body. She placed the first bowl in front of Lauren, feeling a surge of emotion as she was rewarded with a smile from her owner. Once her parents had been served, she returned for her own bowl, still lamenting the absence of ice cream.

If she could live off one food for the rest of her life it was ice cream and its myriad flavours. She wondered just how often she would be allowed to indulge now that she belonged to Lauren. It was going to be hard, she knew. There were always three or four different flavours in the house and the temptation of knowing it was there, out of her reach, was already playing upon her mind. Surely it could not be more frustrating than not being able to touch herself or come.

She was already feeling that frustration. Her arousal had been peaked all day, from the very moment she had awoken, constantly renewed by herself or her owner. Her sex ached, actually ached, for release. Why did everything have to turn sexual now? She had tried to dismiss the thoughts but she felt her damp panties push into her pussy as she sat down at the table and all other thoughts were suddenly pushed to the periphery.

"Katie?"
"Huh," she replied, still a little dazed. "I mean pardon," she added when she saw the frown on Lauren's face.
"I said, seeing you without ice cream is like seeing a car without wheels, " her father repeated, loving his automotive metaphors.
"Diet, Daddy," Katie replied, thankful that this time she hadn't blurted something retarded.
"Her training is going really well Greg. She has the ability to be really good, she just needs to behave and apply herself," Lauren interjected, looking pointedly at her property.
"Well stick with it Katie, we know you can do it," her father beamed as he encouraged his daughter.

Katie knew now that Lauren was toying with her, it had finally tweaked in her oh-so-slow brain. She was just suggesting things, innocent sounding things, unless you were trapped as the slave of a young girl, then each little innuendo cut deep, humiliating and playing on your fears. Even now that she knew what was going on, finally, it didn't make it easier to accept. She felt stupid but with so many other things bombarding her fragile mind she couldn't really blame herself for being so slow.

"Thank you for a wonderful meal Emma. Everything was delicious," Lauren beamed, playing the dutiful guest but sincere nonetheless.
"Oh, this," Emma said, waving at the table dismissively, "just something I threw together."

Everyone laughed. Even Katie smiled politely though she didn't really feel like joining in the general mirth. She should really be glad that her parents and her owner were getting along. It would make it so much easier for her. She was a terrible liar and at least this way she may not have to do so much. It also meant that her secret was safer but she still felt betrayed and alone. There was no one else to whom she could turn. All she had now was Lauren.

"You guys go and relax, we'll do the dishes and clear up. You deserve a rest."
"Thank you Lauren, you really are a sweet girl."

Katie watched her parents leave the table and head off to the lounge to relax, no doubt to watch some renovation or cooking show. Maybe she should start watching some of those cooking shows. Lauren wanted her to learn to cook. It was something a slave needed to know to please her owner. Well she could watch them if Lauren allowed it of course.

"Finish clearing away Kitty and then do the dishes. I will be back in twenty minutes to inspect your work."

Lauren came around to her side of the table, kissed her lightly on the side of the neck and disappeared, leaving the stunned teenager sitting alone at the dinner table. So this was how it was going to be. She was so fucking stupid to think that Lauren was going to stay and help. She would have loved the company but it was her place to do the cleaning, she guessed. Serving was what she seemed destined for now: whether it be domestically or sexually.

She had no time to sit and lament her predicament, fooling herself with thoughts of unfair treatment. But didn't she deserve a rest? No time idiot, she chastised, springing from the table and getting to work. She had less than twenty minutes and she knew if she didn't pass Lauren's inspection she would be punished. Not only did that mean pain but also that Lauren would be upset and disappointed with her and that was as bad, if not worse.

The next twenty minutes was a blur of activity for the forlorn teen. She had almost no chance to feel sorry for herself as she cleared and cleaned and scrubbed and dried. She was just drying the last dish as Lauren stepped into the kitchen.

"Attention," snapped Lauren.

Katie quickly dried the last dish, put it on the bench with the towel and stepped back and to attention. Lauren brushed a hand tenderly across her hip as she passed to inspect the dishes. Despite having never really washed dishes, Katie was confident in her ability to clean. Still, she stood nervously, her fingers fidgeting behind her back, praying that her owner would be satisfied.

Lauren looked over the clean, sparkling bowls and plates, inspecting the handles of the pots and between the tines of random forks. Kitty had done a good job. In a short time she had managed to complete the task and she had done well. She was proud of her. She knew Katie had been a typical lazy teen and never really helped around the house at all. Such an easy change to make but such an important one. A slave needed to learn how to serve in every way and keeping a clean house was one of the core duties that every slave must fulfill.

"Good girl. You've done a very good job. Come here and give me a kiss."

Katie flushed with pride at having pleased her owner. There was relief as well but it was overshadowed by the more unexpected emotion. She didn't really know what to think about the way she felt. It felt both wrong and right at the same time and it left her in a muddled state of confusion, off-balance and uncertain. One thing she was sure about: Lauren had asked for a kiss and Katie had no intention of denying her.

The moment their lips met Katie felt a pulse of electricity between her legs, that tingling fire that left her breathless. Her knees trembled at the sensation and her fingers fluttered against her owner's hips. It was only a kiss but it felt as if she was going to orgasm. Lauren sensed it and moved in close, crushing Katie's tender lips with her own. But this was not the time or the place.

"Put everything away and make sure the benches are clean Kitty. Then come upstairs, we have things to do."
"Yes Miss," Katie replied breathily, the force of the strange sensation still surging through her.

She watched Lauren leave the kitchen, her graceful movements a beauty to behold, her tight ass bouncing underneath the skirt. Katie turned away, conscious of what she was doing. She wasn't a lesbian, she really wasn't. And even if she was, this was Lauren, the girl who had made her a slave, caned her, used her. Even with those thoughts now clear in her mind, she still could not dismiss her feelings.

The kitchen was clean in record time and she all but ran up the stairs to her room. She didn't know what Lauren had in mind for the night but such knowledge really didn't mean anything to her anyway. She had no choice in what was to happen so knowing in advance was as useful as knowing night followed day.

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"Ok Kitty, everything off but the panties. We need to add your new clothes to the catalogue."

It hadn't occurred to Katie that she would need to perform the demeaning modelling every time something new was bought, but it made sense. She put her skirt and shirt on the end of the bed and stood against the wall as Lauren photographed her.

"Well that one will do I guess. You can see the creamstains, but for those panties I guess that is appropriate."

Katie blushed, thinking of the moisture darkened crotch of the small pink panties, the words 'EAT ME' printed just above. Appropriate? She guessed it was: photographic evidence of the fact she was a slut.

"Panties off Kitty and come here. Up," Lauren commanded patting the bed when Katie was close.

Katie crawled up on the bed and lay back as her owner indicated. With gentle touches, Lauren eased her legs apart, pushing her knees back towards her body. Katie could feel her sex open, feel the air waft across her juice covered pussy. The instant Lauren's hot tongue touched her puffy labia she moaned in ecstasy. Fucking hell. This was like... she didn't have the words, her brain wasn't working on those terms any longer. She lay back and moaned again as Lauren's tongue caressed her slit, cleaning away the accumulated cream.

"Panties in your mouth Kitty. You need to clean too."

Katie obeyed, unfolding the panties and turning the crotch inside out as she placed them in her mouth. The scent was strong, hours of arousal soaked into the thin material. She worked her saliva into the moist garment, dampening it further, suckling and licking her panties clean.

Lauren abandoned the gentle approach and instead attacked Katie's cunt with a fanatic fervour. She was no more experienced than Katie but she had seen quite a lot of movies that had allowed her to learn much about the art. That is how she saw it anyway: the art of pleasure. Some were flat-out exploitation pieces but there were a few of the more straight down-the-line style movies that were perfect, all close-up action.

It was funny how porn fell into different categories, well for her at least. She knew she was a little OCD, but she had organised all her favourite movies by genre and style. It had made it so very easy when it had come time to choose a few for Katie. She had done well enough before, rocking her with an orgasm the intensity of which was greater than anything she had felt, but that was more down to the thrill of the situation not the inexperienced girl’s technique. That left a lot to be desired and was something she would be working hard to improve.

As Lauren’s educated mouth devoured her sex, Katie lay back moaning. Her hands were wrapped in the bedcovers, the once smooth material twisted around each hand into a swirling vortex of abandon. This was nothing like Max. She felt like she was burning up, her skin itself on fire, on the cusp of being consumed by flame and yet she still felt the keen flush of humiliation as she compared her owner's tongue to that of a dog. But it was the only experience she had against which to measure what she was feeling.

Max had been sloppy, eager only to taste what she produced. Lauren was targeted and sure, confident of her ability to pleasure, assured in her intent: her tongue, lips and mouth controlled and seeking to impart the ecstasy she so desperately craved. The thought made her arch her back, her hands relinquishing their ecstasy fuelled grip on the twisted clumps of bedding. She massaged her breasts, pinching her painfully hard nipples, attempting anything to heighten the ecstasy that consumed her. Her breathing became laboured, heavy, panting. The air felt liquid, pressing down on her body, flowing into her lungs slowly, languidly. She heard her heart beat fast and loud in her ears. No, not her heart, music. The sound had barely registered, only coming through now as a muted buzz.

And then it ended. Katie lay panting, her face flushed, her pretty fringe plastered to her forehead. She looked down her body, her hands still cupping her breasts, desperate to see what had happened. Why had Lauren stopped.

“Ok Kitty, that pussy is as clean as I can make it. Let’s get all those other panties catalogued.”

Katie groaned and glared pleadingly at her owner. She could see Lauren was breathing hard and her eyes shone in the dim light. It was only as she looked at those pale blue orbs that she remembered who she was. It was as if her personality came flooding back to her. She blinked slowly, almost sleepily, as she realised where she was and what she was doing. It had been as if Katie Thomas had been pushed aside, slowly squeezed out of her own body by the rising ecstasy that had threatened to consume her entire body. She could still feel the residual heat radiating from her, causing sweat to glisten across her lithe young flesh.

Lauren stood with her hands on her hips gazing down at the overwhelmed teenager. Katie looked back, sheepishly, still trying to piece herself back together, realising her panties were still wedged inside her mouth and her legs were still spread obscenely wide as if unwilling to accept the pleasure was at an end, unconsciously inviting Lauren back in. She snatched her hands from her breasts, causing the soft flesh to undulate enticingly, as she finally managed to take control of her fragile pleasure-soaked mind.

Holy fucking Jesus fucking Christ. She hadn’t even come and yet she felt exhausted and spent. She still hadn’t come. The realisation that her frustration was not at an end, on the contrary it had just been dialled up a notch, caused two tiny tears to well in her wide, green eyes. She had no time for self-pity, her owner was waiting for her.

Katie slid from the bed like a sleepy lizard, unable to gain total control of her muscles. She raised herself slowly from the floor, reaching out a hand to steady herself on the edge of the bed. She felt light-headed and weak and smiled wanly at Lauren as she attempted to walk to her cupboard and retrieve her new panties. She moved on wobbly legs, taking a breath to steady herself once she reached her dresser. She felt her strength return slowly as she pulled out her new panties and arranged them along the top of the dresser. She chose the first pair, the mesh thong that she had been forced to wear into the store as she searched for Lauren’s approval. The memory of the humiliating experience made her blush and she felt stupid for doing so. Why couldn’t she stop feeling this way?

Katie took up her position against the wall and prepared for the demeaning process to begin. She would have to do this each time she got any new clothes. She needed new clothes, after Lauren had emptied out her closet, but she definitely didn’t need this. She felt like a piece of meat hung up for display. Instead of taking the picture Lauren came forward and kissed her on the lips, gently brushing her nipples as their mouths met briefly. She stepped away without a sound and snapped the picture of the flushed, half-naked teen. Lauren had sensed Katie’s lack of composure, the little steadying kiss was exactly what she needed. The shy little smile she was rewarded with made Lauren’s lust pulse between her legs. Later, she thought, pushing her desire to one side as she focused on the task at hand.

This cute little slut was testing her will more than she could have imagined. She could barely control her thoughts, of throwing Katie on the bed and fucking her until she was spent. She needed that strap-on, she needed to fuck her slave. It would have to wait until Katie’s first paycheck and that would test Lauren’s resolve, but that may be a good thing. She needed to be strong. She couldn’t let her lust for this young girl rule her, upset her plans. The night was only so long and she would be parted from her Kitty tomorrow. She wasn’t pleased by that but there were some things she couldn’t control, not yet.

“I think we had better do all your tops and bras again. Shoes and socks too,” Lauren said as Katie finished modelling the final pair of panties. “That lovely puss was hidden behind all that ugly hair before. Come on Kitty, shoes and socks first.”

Katie groaned inwardly at the thought of the degrading modelling needing to continue for even one more minute. Her mind was a chaotic jumble, disparate thoughts flashing to the front of her brain only to be sucked back into the maelstrom seconds later, replaced by another equally as disturbing.

She squirmed as she was forced to watch the flickering slideshow of sexual imagery her mind tormented her with. Her nipples remained hard and she cringed inwardly, knowing that in all of these pictures there would be two hard points visible beneath every blouse and tee. She tried taking deep breaths, calming herself down, forcing herself to focus on one thing but it did no good. Lauren would say something, make some remark about her pussy or nipples or some slight movement would bring something else to the fore: the wetness she could feel at the entrance to her pussy, the reminder of her nudity as her warm buttocks brushed the cold wall behind her, the bounce of her breasts as she removed yet another bra. 

Finally her ordeal was at an end. She placed the final blouse back on its hanger and slid the cupboard door closed. She had no idea how long that had taken. She disliked every moment, still surprised that Lauren could get her to smile even as she felt the humiliation so keenly. It had, though, given her a chance to calm her frayed nerves.

Her arousal still hummed through her body like the background noise from some heavy machine but at least she could think and move. She was still a little wary of her earlier reaction. How could she have felt so so lost. No that wasn’t right, it was more like she felt as if she had fallen to the bottom of an ocean, looking up through the shimmering depths, seeing her body floating on the surface, knowing it was her but knowing she would never see it again. It had been overwhelming, frightening and yet calming at the same time. She had given in to it, succumbed completely, as if she had a choice, but she had struggled with the sensation ever since. And she had not come. She was not able to reconcile the powerful, all-consuming sensation with the fact that she had not achieved orgasm. How was that even possible?

Katie found herself in the middle of the room, standing at attention with no recollection of actually moving there. She had to get a grip. She was scattered, lost in a wilderness of desire, unable to function like a normal person, humiliated by her weakness. Would anyone but a slut be affected in this way?

“Kitty?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie mumbled, almost absently.
“I said what would you like to do now?”
“Um,” Katie hesitated. Why was she being asked? “Oh, I would like to come Miss.”
“Well Kitty, don’t beat around the bush,” Lauren teased, though she was smiling.

The words had simply tumbled out of her mouth. She hadn’t meant to be so bold, her brain wasn’t working right. She winced as she thought of Lauren’s possible reaction to her precociousness. She hung her head, looking pointedly at her shuffling feet, lamenting the loss of her long hair that would have usually hidden her face. She did like the new haircut that Lauren had chosen for her, as did everyone else apparently, but there were times when she longed for her body to be the way it used to be. Standing here naked only heightened the feeling, as that most intimate, most private of places had also lost its protection, now smooth and bare and highly visible to the scrutiny of all. She didn’t dare to look at Lauren, she couldn’t face her, not wanting to see the disappointment in those beautiful, hypnotic eyes.

“Ok you little slut, get that cute butt over here,” Lauren laughed, relishing the sight of the beautiful girl, her girl, gone all shy and demure. She had not expected it. She definitely hadn’t thought Katie had progressed that far past her modesty that seemed to have such a firm grip on the young girl. It wasn’t gone, her reaction to her own request made that clear, just maybe loosened just a little.

Katie, trembling with anticipation, pounced the few feet between her and Lauren. She could feel the familiar tightening between her legs, imagined the flicker of sparks that coursed through her sex and up into her belly. She nibbled on her lower lip as she waited for Lauren to attend to her.

Oh no, why did it have to be like that. Katie’s knees trembled as she watched Lauren produce the long coil of black rope from her bag. Why did she have to be tied up again? She hadn’t hated the ropes the last time, not exactly, but she hadn’t liked it. Not the ropes themselves, but the restriction and the helplessness. Not being able to move, feeling so vulnerable, was not something she relished feeling again.

She turned around at Lauren’s touch and offered her hands to be tied. Once again the smooth rope was looped around her wrists, pulled tight and wrapped again and again around her wrists. Lauren smiled as she tied the double-looped rope, ensuring the knot was tied high and on the inside of the tie. The young girl could not reach the knot no matter how much she squirmed. She was getting better, being able to do this for real, not just practicing on two poles she had rigged up. There was so much she wanted to try and to finally have a compliant girl on which to work meant she could satisfy any fantasy she wished. Lauren had wanted to say ‘willing girl’ but compliant would do, willing would come, of that she was sure.

Lauren spun Katie around and pushed her down on the bed, laughing at the stricken look on the young girl’s face when she felt herself falling through empty air, unable to stop herself now her hands were tied firmly behind her back. Katie’s eyes were wide in panic as she fell. Even when she landed on the soft mattress, she didn’t think it was particularly funny. She had been genuinely scared and Lauren’s laughter only served to make her feel foolish, knowing she should have trusted her owner. She felt her breasts bounce and ripple as her body rebounded off the bed from the force of her fall. The pretty round mounds of flesh came to rest finally each one tipped by a tight pink nipple, standing up straight from her chest as if at attention. Lauren marvelled at the teenager’s beautiful breasts, so pert and firm that they flattened hardly at all.

Lauren could not resist the sight, crawling atop Katie’s prone form, supporting herself with an arm either side of the young girl's chest, and taking her left nipple in her mouth. Katie moaned as the heat from Lauren’s mouth enveloped the hard pink bud. The panting teen yelped as Lauren's teeth closed around the nipple, nibbling it tenderly. Katie writhed under Lauren's mouth, grunting softly as her owner switched to her other breast, her mouth opened wide, sucking the firm flesh into her mouth before biting down hard.

Katie's scream was cutoff as Lauren's hand closed over her mouth, pressing down firmly, her soft lips mashed into her teeth. Lauren eased herself off the gasping teen, surveying the wide bitemark that surrounded the teen's right nipple. She smiled, musing at how it looked like a second wider nipple.

Katie breathed loudly through her nose until Lauren removed her hand and got up from the bed. The young girl lay back, her arms pinned under her, unable to do anything but watch as Lauren retrieved more rope. She allowed Lauren to manipulate her body, moving obediently for her owner. She was soon tied more elaborately and comprehensively than she had ever been.

Lauren had quickly tied her ankles to her thighs, forcing her to keep her knees bent. Lauren beamed at the ties she had accomplished. They looked exactly like the tutorial she had read: each turn of the rope placed neatly next to the last creating a wide black band six turns wide. She could do better but it was excellent for her first try. Katie looked amazing, her legs turned back on themselves, forcing her to keep them wide if she was to have any comfort as she lay on her back.

Lauren grabbed the young girls tightly restrained legs and pulled her towards the end of the bed. Katie could do nothing to stop her, so instead she shuffled sideways, helping her owner move her body. She didn't think Lauren needed it though, she was deceptively strong. How could such a slim, petite body hold so much strength?

When Lauren had her situated, her ass at the very end of the bed, she retrived a final piece of rope. Katie closed her eyes when she saw yet Lauren with yet more rope. Did she have a fucking hardware store in her bag? She closed her eyes as Lauren forced the rope behind her knee and tied it off. She wasn't sure what was happening now but her body rolled to her left as Lauren tugged on the rope.

Katie had no control over her body now. Her arms were tied and pinioned behind her back, pushed into the matress by the weight of her body. She had lost sight of Lauren and was surprised to see her emerge from the other side of the bed. The process was repeated, the final rope slipping behind her other knee.

A moment later Katie understood what was happening. Lauren pulled the rope tight and Katie's legs were pulled open. She could offer no resistance and in seconds she lay on her back, her legs spread widely in an obscene split, the outside of each leg sitting flush against the mattress. The strain the strict position placed on her thighs made her gasp in pain.

As Lauren looked down at the securely restrained teenager, Katie looked fearfully at the door. This was too much. There was no way Lauren could free her if her parents came in. No fucking way. It had taken 20 minutes to tie her, it would have to take at least half that time to untie. This wasn't a good idea, but she could say nothing. Lauren owned her, it wasn't her place to question her no matter how badly she wanted to.

Katie forgot about all such thoughts the instant Lauren's tongue flicked across her wet labia. Her entire world narrowed, nothing else existed other than what was between her painfully splayed legs.

Now that her little slut was safe and secure, Lauren decided it was time to enjoy herself. Her own pussy twitched as she began to force her tongue inside the wet teen. Lauren let herself go, venting all her pentup frustration at having to remain disciplined, eating the young girl's pussy hard and fast. Her jaw worked against Katie's soft slit, her tongue pushing deeply into the creamy opening. Katie could do nothing but lay back and moan, transported on a wave of ecstasy, as her owner ate her pussy with a frantic passion.

"May I come please Miss," Katie moaned, after barely two minutes of her owner's manic attention.

Lauren ignored the young girl's plea, pushing her face harder against Katie's slick sex, sucking and biting the tiny clit that had come out of hiding, gorged with blood and almost painfully hard.

The next time Katie asked, a desperate, pleading tone in her voice, Lauren leant back and slapped Katie's pussy with full force. The young girl grunted loudly, even on the cusp of a devastating climax she had the presence of mind not to cry out, alerting her parents to the situation. She was proud of herself for that, but it meant nothing, she needed to come. Even through the stinging agony that swept through her pussy she was still desperate to come. Nothing could stop her now.

"Miss please, please may I come. Mistress please," Katie begged, tears in her eyes.
"Yes Kitty, come for me. Come for me my little slut."

Lauren dived back onto Katie's pussy, her mouth covering the entire creamy cleft. She sucked the grunting teen's labia into her mouth, her tongue pressing down on Katie's hard clit, squirming as the pressure increased. She could feel the teenager's orgasm arrive, felt her entire body tense in her tight bonds. Lauren kept her tongue writhing over Katie's clit as she forced her teeth into the soft flesh surrounding the plump labia that were cushioned safely in her mouth.

Katie's hips bucked as much as she could in the strict bondage, forcing Lauren's teeth harder into her skin. She didn't care, her owner's tongue was pushed harder against her clit as the pulse of the orgasm struck her again and again. She had lost control now, everything she was, everything she knew, was gone. Nothing existed for her now but the ecstasy that consumed her, she was nothing but her orgasm.

Katie's mouth opened wide and her eyes flickered wildly. Her entire body was wrenching against it's bonds, muscles straining to break free, desperate to expend the sexual energy that infused them. She could barely move, the energy had nowhere to go but inwards. Her body gave one final push, her back arched off the bed, her neck straining as she threw her head back, lifting her weight upon it.

Then she went limp. Lauren had been waiting and was ready this time. She instantly moved off the unconscious teen, looking at her phone stashed at the end of the bed. She looked at Katie's pussy, the impression of her teeth surrounding the puffed pink labia. A tiny drop of cream was evident at the entrance to her vagina, but it was the clit that fascinated Lauren.

That tiny red bud that stuck out prominently between Katie's lips, topping her slit like a little spire. The delicate hood had retracted leaving the pretty clit exposed for all to see. The temptation to blow across it almost got the better of Lauren, but she had a higher purpose.

Katie's entire body went rigid and a strange strangled gurgle came from her throat. Twenty-seven seconds. Would the little slut black out each time she came? She hadn't on the webcam and that had seemed, to Lauren, like a particularly intense one. This would require a great deal more experimentation but Kitty wasn't going anywhere.

Lauren swiftly removed her own clothes and climbed atop her slave, straddling Katie's head and leaning down her body. She gently kissed the young girl's mons before lapping, upside down, at the hot, wet sex. Katie was still dealing with her first orgasm and the renewed attention sent her sliding down into another overwhelming climax.

Katie had come, that was what she had requested and that was all Lauren was interested in providing. She heard the young girl gasp and lowered her pussy onto Katie's face. Through the haze that covered her mind, Katie felt the touch at her face, she could smell Lauren's sex, a scent she had come to know. Her head twisted instinctively, her mouth questing for, and finding, the moist, pulsing pussy of her owner.

It was Lauren's turn to gasp as Katie's young, untrained tongue found her pussy and immediately set to work. Katie was still lost in her own pleasure, her body acting on instinct, lapping desperately at Lauren's tight slit, pushing her tongue past the firm lips to quest inside, licking along the delicate pink folds.

Lauren lowered herself further, resting her weight on Katie's face. Her entire body rested atop the young girl, her hands slowly caressing the taut skin of the teen's stretched thighs. Katie was matching Lauren lick for lick, each driving the other to climax, Lauren's first of the night, Katie's third.

As Lauren came, her pussy grinding atop Katie's captive face, the near oblivious teen became aware of her owner's orgasm, her dazed mind picking up on some primal queue. Katie's body writhed under the weight of her owner, wracked by the third orgasm of the night.

Even Lauren lost track of time as her orgasm took her. Minutes later she rolled off her slave, exhausted by the intensity of the experience. Both girls lay gasping, covered in sweat. Astoundingly Katie was the first to rouse.

"Thank you Miss," she breathed between long deep breaths. It was all she could do to breath, even if she hadn't been restrained so securely she doubted she would be able to move. She had nothing left; she had nothing, she was nothing. She hadn't even thought about the words, they had been sitting on her tongue, waiting for enough energy to be able to form.

"Welcome, Kitty. Just look at the mess you made of my pussy though. Time to cleanup Kitty and then its bedtime. I have lacrosse practice early tomorrow and I need my sleep."

Lauren crawled back atop Katie, resting her head in her lap, breathing in the strong musk of the young girl's arousal as the exhausted teen dutifully licked her owner's pussy clean. Lauren twitched and jerked as Katie's obedient tongue sent pleasurable aftershocks through her body. She could have fallen asleep like this, and one day she would, but not tonight.

"Good girl Kitty. Would you like me to untie you?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied sleepily, still not fully cognisant of her surroundings. Lauren had already loosened the rope that held her legs spread so painfully wide before she added, "if it please you Miss."

Lauren smiled languidly as she untied Katie's legs. She knew how out of it the young girl was, her submissiveness coming naturally now. Maybe she was further along than Lauren had thought. She was too tired to contemplate what that meant right now, but she filed it away, to be revisited at a time when her own brain was working at full capacity.

Katie simply flopped limply when Lauren had removed the final section of rope from her wrists. She knew she should get up, move even a little bit. She needed to make an effort, to let Lauren know she was trying, that she wasn't being lazy. She finally struggled to her feet, desperately thirsty but knowing she first had things to do.

"When everything is neat and tidy you can have a shower Kitty."
"Thank you Miss," Katie replied meekly. Those were the rewards she could look forward to now. If she did as she was told, was a good girl and behaved she would be allowed those mundane, everyday things that other girls took for granted. It was a difficult thing to come to terms with.

Katie started tidying up by smoothing out the rumpled bedsheets as well as she could with Lauren still lying naked across the bed. Lauren's clothes lay strewn on the floor and Katie dutifully collected them, folded them neatly and placed them on top of her owner's bag. As she cleaned she had a chance to look over her body. The ropes had left clear patterns across her white skin, the rippled weave of the rope indented into her flesh. It felt strange as she ran her fingers across the ridges.

Katie thought of the rope now, the various lengths strewn across the floor like sleeping snakes. She wasn't sure what to do with them, other than knowing they had to be tidied up. She collected the four lengths together and looked at the pile. This was what had kept her helpless and immobile as Lauren ate her pussy. She had nothing on which to base her assumption, she knew, but Lauren was brilliant. Her knees were still trembling from the power of the orgasm Lauren had given her.

"Miss, what should I do with the ropes."
"Tidy them Kitty. Then put them away."
"Miss I don't know how. They looked so nice and neat before. I don't know how to make them like that."
"Oh Kitty, bring one here. Now take one end in your hand, then loop it around your elbow, now back to your hand. There you go Kitty. Good girl."

Lauren had simply rolled onto her side to supervise Katie's efforts. Watching her pretty, young slave do anything was a pastime Lauren could get used to enjoying. Watching her obey, seeing her serve, infused Lauren's entire body with a sense of deep contentment. Her efforts to coil the rope were poor, but she enjoyed watching the young girl struggle to please.

"Now Kitty, take the loose end and wrap it around the middle, again, once more. Now tie it off. That looks pitiful Kitty. Unroll it and do it again."

Katie cringed at her failure but obeyed the command and uncoiled the rope, letting it drape to the floor.She tried to pay more attention and coil the rope more neatly, resting each loop evenly next to the last but when she tied off the ends it looked as bad and as unkempt as the first.

"Pathetic. Hurry up and finish the rest, otherwise we'll be here all night. Put one coil in your little hiding spot, you can use it to practice. Kitty you are so adorable with your little hiding place. You wouldn't hide anything from me though would you Kitty."
"No Miss, I would never do that," Katie said, desperate for her plea to be accepted.
"Do you know what would happen if you did?"
"Yes Miss. It would make you unhappy."
"Correct my little slut," said Lauren, surprised at the response Katie had chosen. "You would also be punished Kitty, severely."
"Yes Miss."

Katie finished coiling the ropes, confident in the fact that by the end she had really not improved. The last coil looked just as untidy and hopeless as her first. As she bent down to place the ropes back into Lauren's bag she felt it. She froze for just a second, then continued as if nothing had happened. Moments later her world collapsed.

“Phoo, Kitty,” Lauren gasped, waving her hand in front of her nose, wrinkled in disgust. “Go and stand in the corner. Don’t lean against the wall, it doesn’t need you to hold it up.”

Katie burned with humiliation. She hadn’t been able to control it. She was still recovering from the overwhelming sensations of the night, her body was so relaxed it had just happened, she hadn’t even thought about it. Her sphincter had opened just a little, just barely, but enough to let out a silent emission. The moment she had smelt herself she had tensed, knowing that her owner would sense it in moments. Should she confess, get in first with an apology? As she had been deliberating, the choice became moot. Lauren had smelt her and Katie’s shame had filled her entire being.

She straightened up at Lauren’s command, pushing her shoulders back and holding her head high. She hadn’t meant to be lazy it was just that she felt so terrible, she couldn’t help but hang her head in shame. She could feel her breasts brushing against the cool wall as she wedged herself in as close as she could. She wanted to melt away, become invisible, hide somehow.  She couldn’t believe she had done that with Lauren only feet away. The disgust she felt burned inside her, tears threatening to fall as she imagined Lauren’s disgust.

“Kitty?” Katie jumped as Lauren spoke into her ear, startled by how silently her owner could move.
“Yes Miss,” she replied gingerly, dreading the coming chastisement.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You Miss.”
“And what does that mean?”
“Uh, Miss, it um. I” Katie stammered, panic beginning to rise as her brain whirled, unable to form a coherent thought.
“Kitty!” Lauren snapped.

Katie took a deep breath and calmed herself, trying to focus. The presence of her owner, standing so close, made the task more difficult than it should have been. She needed to answer. She needed to find the words. How could someone so petite, barely two inches taller than her, be so imposing, make her feel so flustered and stupid? Breathe. Again. Now answer the question.

“Miss being owned by you means that you control my body, what goes in and what comes out and when.”
“There you go Kitty, good girl. I knew there was more going on in there than pussy-thoughts. Now what did you do wrong?”
“I, something came out without permission Miss,” Katie replied timidly, dancing around the issue, unwilling to say the words she knew were inevitable.
“Yes?” Lauren prompted, knowing the game the young girl was playing.
“I’m sorry Miss, I farted without permission.”

The admission was accompanied by the falling of tiny teardrops onto Katie’s pretty pink cheeks. She hadn’t wanted to cry, she had wanted to be strong. Knowing she had done something wrong, knowing she would be punished, she had thought, would shelter her from the full force of her emotions, but knowing she had disappointed, knowing she had failed yet again, was too much for the young girl’s fragile self-esteem. Her shoulders jerked as small sobs escaped her, no matter how hard she bit her lip in an attempt to prevent them.

Pain exploded in her left buttock and her entire body jerked forward, her head bumping the wall before she had a chance to brace herself. Again and again the sobbing teenager’s behind seared with pain as Lauren rained blows upon each soft cheek. The furious flurry of blows was over in moments, leaving both girls panting.

Katie was hunched up in the corner, her arms curled across her chest, protecting her breasts from contact with the wall and bracing her trembling body against further impacts. She could still feel the bump on her forehead from the first surprising smack. Once she realised Lauren had finished she slowly moved her arms behind her back, her movements hesitant, any moment expecting another blow to land.

“Stand up straight,” Lauren snapped.

Katie sniffed and stiffened, acknowledging, as she did so, that her posture was awfully hunched and unattractive. She had been forced into the corner during the frantic punishment and the timid huddle she had adopted had been her feeble attempt to protect herself, realising early on that she still had not developed the super power that would allow her to walk through walls.

“Do you need to go to the toilet Kitty, or was that you simply being a rude little shit,” Lauren hissed, the icy tone causing Katie’s knees to quiver in fear.
“No Miss.”
“No you don’t want to go to the toilet? You’re just letting loose because you thought it would be funny?”
“No Miss, I do want to go I meant that no Miss I wasn’t being rude. I’m sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to.”
“So you have such little control that you just stink up rooms without a thought?”
“No Miss,” Katie stammered pleadingly.
“Got a big loose anus, is that it Kitty? Should we get you some nappies in case you can’t control yourself and poo your pants?”
“NO!” Katie blurted. “Miss.”
"I don't know Kitty, maybe you should buy some diapers tomorrow and wear one to school each day, just to be sure."
"No Miss please, no. I will be good Miss, I didn't mean, I didn't mean it. I mean I knew but I didn't mean for..." Katie trailed off, knowing she was babbling, afraid now that Lauren would punish her being so stupid and incoherent.
"Kitty, hush. I don't want to hear another word out of you tonight. It seems the only hole that doesn't get you into trouble is that plump little pussy of yours. The only thing it seems capable of is dribbling."

Katie flushed with humiliation as Lauren laughed, knowing it was true. She could feel the moist slickness covering her bare lips, dripping from the entrance of her pussy and smearing over her thighs. She couldn't help it. She had been in a state of arousal every waking moment she had spent with Lauren, she was amazed she wasn't completely dehydrated, but maybe that was why she was so thirsty.

Holy shit, she thought, could that actually be true? She had creamed so much she was dehydrated? It sounded like complete nonsense but who knew?

"Get into the bathroom and on the toilet. Make sure you are clean Kitty. A slave has a duty to her owner to keep her body clean and pleasing at all times. If you ever fail an inspection Kitty, you won't be able to sit down for a week."

Katie hurried to the door, checked that the coast was clear and scurried into the bathroom. She couldn't lock the door. What if Lauren wanted to come in? As she sat on the toilet and waited for her bowels to move she thought about what she should be doing. Should her hands be behind her back? She had been given no instructions but maybe she didn't need them, maybe there was just the one procedure for using the toilet.

She put her hands behind her back but she didn't think she could go with her legs spread. She made as much of a concession as she could, keeping her knees about a foot apart. She tried to hurry herself, scared that Lauren would come in and supervise. She didn't know if she could go with another person watching and if she did... she didn't want to think about that right now. She simply couldn't face that idea.

Katie kept an eye on the door the entire time, praying that no one, especially not her parents, would come in. The nervousness that wracked her body was not conducive to what she was trying to do but eventually she relaxed enough to go. Katie hurriedly wiped until she thought she would run out of paper. She didn't know exactly what an inspection would entail, she could guess, but with Lauren it could mean anything. It was sure not to be enjoyable, even if she passed.

Just as she was about to leave the bathroom Lauren came in and ordered a shower to be run. This time Katie was forced to wait outside, kneeling on the cold tiles, while her owner washed herself, softly humming a tune Katie didn't know. When she had finished, Katie fetched a towel and wrapped it around the lithe body of her owner. She was finally permitted to use the shower now Lauren had satisfied herself.

Katie yelped and immediately jumped out of the shower. The water was freezing cold and goosebumps instantly prickled her entire body, her nipples hardening, for once at something other than arousal. Had the hot water run out? Impossible. There was only one other explanation.

"You have until I finish brushing my teeth Kitty. Stop mucking around."

Katie grit her teeth and tentatively stepped back in the shower. "Door open Kitty, never place a barrier between us that is not of my choosing." Katie pushed the door back the few inches it had moved and moved around the shower to the soap, trying to avoid the cold water as much as she could. She knew it was stupid, knew that she needed to get wet, and quick, but she had always hated cold water.

She glanced over at her owner, seeing her drop the towel to the floor after drying her hair and step to the basin. She didn't have much time. She couldn't afford to be a wuss any longer. Katie took a deep breath, held it and stepped under the shower, the icy water hitting her full force, the breath she was holding exploding from her gasping mouth.

The cold water hitting her body was like someone slapping her. She moaned pitifully as her body was cooled down. Her teeth began chattering uncontrollably and she closed her mouth to try and stop it. She looked at Lauren the entire time, but her owner never once looked back at her. Katie forlornly washed her body, her every movement unconsciously seeking approval from her owner. She was only feet away but she refused to acknowledge her.

Katie was extra careful to wash herself well. She paid special attention to her ass and pussy. She needed her ass clean after what she had just done and her pussy had been smeared in her own cream for so long that the chance to be clean, truly clean, was something she was going to take full advantage of.

The shivering teen didn't waste a single moment of her allotted time, scrubbing her entire body, rinsing and stepping from the shower while Lauren was still brushing her teeth. She turned off the cold tap, her hand shaking as she reached for the shiny metal lever. She was absolutely freezing, the cold water still soaking her bumpy skin. She wasn't entirely sure what she should do so she knelt on the bathmat and waited patiently, shiveringly, for her owner to command her.

Lauren finished brushing her teeth, brushed her hair and only then turned to the despondent teen. She picked the damp towel from the floor, rapped it around Katie's head and, without a word, roughly dried her hair. Katie held herself still as best she could but her head was wrenched violently and it was all she could do to stay on her knees.

"Brush your teeth and no dawdling," Lauren snapped.

Katie scrambled to her feet and brushed her teeth as if possessed by the demon of dental hygiene. Lauren stood at her side and watched her every movement. The young girl was acutely aware of the attention she was now receiving, attention that she had, only moments ago, craved more than anything. This wasn't what she had wanted, fearful that at any moment Lauren would snap at her for some actual, or imagined, shortcoming.

The cold water still dripped from her body, the small droplets drying interminably slowly. In the mirror, she eyed the damp towel on the floor behind her, never imagining she could want a damp, used towel so badly.

"Ok Kitty, go and wait outside the door. I didn't bring my clothes inside so you will indicate to me, with a nod that the hall is clear. Unlike you Kitty, I decide who sees my body."

Katie stepped to the door, opened it and gingerly stuck her head out. Seeing no one, she stepped outside, turned back to the door and nodded to her owner. She kept glancing both ways down the corridor, the fear that she would get caught making her knees tremble with something other than cold. Lauren strode purposefully from the bathroom and back into Katie's room, followed one step behind by her slave.

"Go back and hang up the towel you used. And hurry Kitty, I am tired."

Katie ran back to the bathroom, hung up the soaked towel and ran back, crashing through the door and almost slamming it behind her. She was sure she had heard footsteps on the stairs as she entered her room. She hesitated against the door for just a moment, flipping the lock as quietly as she could.

Lauren was just getting into bed as Katie stood at attention in the centre of the room. It had become second nature to her now, standing in the middle of her room, her hands behind her back, legs spread shoulder-width apart, head held high. She didn't even give the position a thought, simply adopted it, understanding that it was her place.

She just caught a glimpse of Lauren's cute butt sliding under the covers before her owner was totally hidden. Katie wanted to be in there too, snuggled in the warmth. She was still not totally dry and her skin was cold to the touch. Her teeth had stopped chattering but it was only through a supreme force of will.

"Turn off the light," Lauren commanded.

Katie obeyed and returned to her position as best she could in the sudden darkness. Katie tried counting the seconds but lost track once three minutes had passed. How long was Lauren going to leave her like this? What if Lauren fell asleep? The darkness fueled her fears. Wasn't that Lauren's snoring now?

“Kitty when you are dry you may come to bed,” Lauren ordered.

Katie’s shoulders slumped in resignation. She was freezing out here, only steps away from warmth, and she had to stay here until she was completely dry. She knew that if Lauren found one tiny droplet of water on her she would be in trouble. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness but she was still almost blind. That meant that her owner could not see her either.

Katie nibbled nervously on her lip and moved her arms slowly, shaking them out, hoping to detach any errant drops that still clung to her bumpy flesh. She strained her ears for sound, worried Lauren would hear that she was out of position. She froze as she heard a rustle from the bed, but it was only Lauren turning over. The fear of being caught was too much, she despondently replaced her arms behind her back and waited impatiently for her skin to dry.

How would she know for sure? She could be here all night if she wasn’t allowed to break position. She wasn’t allowed to talk either so she couldn’t ask if she could check. Why was she so fucking stupid? Why couldn’t she just do the right thing for just one day? Lauren would be happy and like her and that meant she could be happy. No punishments, no harsh words or disappointed looks from her owner. She had a new goal now, her resolve strengthened in the lonely darkness of her room. She would not disappoint Lauren again, not for the whole time she was with her next time, whenever that was. She knew there would be a next time. All those nave, foolish thoughts of this ending quickly had been banished over the course of the weekend. 

Time passed slowly for the exhausted teen. Or was it fast? Katie had no idea but the longer she stood in the middle of the room the more agitated she became. She had to be dry by now, she had to. Even if she wasn’t she would rather Lauren find a drop of water on her than the alternative. She couldn’t imagine how upset her owner would be if Katie went to get into bed beside her and woke her up. Lauren had already dozed off once tonight and Katie was beginning to know her owner: she seemed to be able to drift off to sleep very quickly. Maybe she should just lie on the floor. That way she couldn’t get in trouble for being wet, or for annoying Lauren. But then she could get in trouble for not sleeping with her owner, and she was pretty sure that was what Lauren wanted.

Katie was in a quandary but decided there was really only one course of action open to her. She stepped towards the bed, tentatively at first, but growing bolder with each step. She tried to shuffle her feet, make some noise to let Lauren know she was coming, hoping that her owner would take the initiative and provide her with some direction.

Katie was surprised by how much she needed that direction now, how much she had begun to rely on her owner to tell her what to do. She smiled in relief as Lauren pulled back the covers when she reached the bed. Her owner had been watching her in the pale light of the night that seeped around the edges of the closed curtains, her own mouth twisted into a satisfied smile, enjoying her property’s discomfort.

“In you hop Kitty,” Lauren murmured, scooting back to make room for the timid young girl.

Katie slid in behind Lauren, the sudden warmth making her shiver anew. She pulled the covers over her body but dared not move to close to her owner, not wanting to annoy the sleepy girl with her cold body. She was content to lie under the covers, curled up into a little ball, her own body heat slowly, oh so slowly, warming up her little piece of her bed. Lauren reached out behind her, feeling for the shivering teen. She smiled when her hand touched the cold, bumpy flesh of her thigh, feeling Katie almost melt under the warm touch. Lauren forced the young girl’s knees down from her chest and shuffled backwards.

As she snuggled her body back into Katie’s, fitting her lithe form into that of her slave’s, she thought back on what had happened that night. Reliving the memory as Katie’s cool skin slowly leeched the warmth from her owner’s flesh. She could feel the tight buds of Katie’s nipples poke into her back and smiled contentedly. One memory stood out above all others: Katie begging to come, tied so neatly and so tightly, but it was her words that stirred something inside Lauren now.

She had pleaded, and Lauren smiled, remembering how desperate, how frantic, she had become when permission was not given first time. But it was what she said: Mistress. She liked that. Just where would an innocent little thing like Katie Thomas have picked that up? Lauren didn’t ponder for too long, just thinking of the word made her belly flutter with anticipation: Mistress.

Yes, she liked the sound of that very much indeed.

Chapter 10 A Day of Rest?

“Morning pussy-whistle.”
“Morning Miss,” Katie replied sleepily, the strange name not quite registering.

It was only as she opened her eyes to see the soft light of morning that she thought about what she had heard. The gentle morning sunlight shone through the red curtains across the window, bathing her room in a soothing ruby glow. Lauren was propped up on an elbow looking down at her.

Katie smiled contentedly, seeing the soft curve of her owner’s small breast peeking from the covers. Had she heard that right: pussy-whistle? She wasn’t entirely sure if there was a meaning behind it, or if it was just some pet name that Lauren liked the sound of. It did kind of run off the tongue. The sleepy teenager blushed, the thought of pussy and tongue reminding her of what had happened last night.

Katie noticed that her own breasts were uncovered, the sheet pulled well down her body. As she watched, Lauren reached out brushed her fingers lightly across the young girl’s exposed breast, drawing small circles around the nipple, smiling as she saw the pink bud stiffen under the gentle contact. Lauren continued stroking, her fingertips caressing the side of the firm breast, the skin so smooth and unblemished it made her heart ache. Katie wanted to squirm under the loving touch but she didn’t want to interrupt her owner. Her belly had tightened when her nipple became hard without even being touched and she nibbled her lip as she watched the face of her owner, eyes opening and closing, still trying to force away the last vestiges of sleep. She had never been a quick or early riser.

“Would you like to eat my pussy before breakfast Kitty?”
“Yes Miss.”

The question sounded so innocent that the words didn’t even register with Katie at first. It was only as Lauren’s mouth closed over hers and a hand slid down her belly and slipped inside her that she realised what her owner had asked. It wasn’t really a question, Katie knew. It was a command, but she did want to. She hadn’t known she had, content to lie here in the warm bed next to the lithe body of her owner but her pulse quickened and it was not because of the tantalising finger that lingered at the entrance to her sex. Lauren pulled away, leaving Katie eager for more, lips parted sensuously, glistening with the mixed saliva of both young girl’s.

Katie knew that was her cue, reluctantly stirring. She could have lain there all day, Lauren’s lips caressing hers, but she had a duty to perform. She forced herself to her knees, her growing excitement lending energy to her lazy movements, before scooting down the bed and climbing between her owner’s legs. Katie caressed Lauren’s taut thighs, enjoying the softness of the tender skin as she hunched her body and leaned in to begin her task. A thrill surged through her body when her tongue made contact with the silky smoothness of her owner’s slim labia.

“No Kitty, lie down. You will never reach where you need to like that,” Lauren ordered.

Katie stretched her legs out behind her and shuffled her body down the bed, her head now much lower, her face now able to be buried in the compact pussy of her owner. She had to bend her knees back, feet almost touching her bare buttocks, so she could fit under the sheets that were tightly tucked into the end of the bed. She leaned in again, feeling the heat in her own pussy as she started to lap her owner’s tight slit. She began with long, languid strokes covering the entire length of Lauren’s sweet cleft. She increased the pressure with each stroke, pushing the soft, malleable lips apart to reach the moist pink folds within, ending each time with a deft flick of her tongue across the growing hardness of Lauren’s clitoris.

It was over far too quickly for Katie. She had only started to find her rhythm when Lauren tensed beneath her. She sat back on her heels, sheets thrown back on the floor, gasping for breath, watching Lauren’s small breasts rise and fall as she panted in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her face was flushed and her mouth was open so invitingly. Katie could not resist. The emboldened teen crawled up the bed, straddling her owner’s limp form, and leaned in to cover her prettily parted mouth with her own. Lauren responded, tongue darting forward, fighting for dominance. Katie arched her back as her owner reached up and squeezed the hard nipple at the tip of each pendant breast, but she did not break the kiss. The squirming teen moaned into her owner’s open mouth as the pressure increased.

Before she knew it, Katie was on her back, her arms pinned to her side by Lauren’s knees. She could feel the full weight of her owner’s slim body resting on her chest. She had no idea how Lauren had managed it. Somehow she had completely reversed their positions, the speed at which it occurred making her head spin.

“Cheeky little Kitty,” Lauren teased, placing her hands on either side of Katie’s face. She gently smoothed the prone girl’s hair back, playing with the pretty fringe she had ordered. Katie squirmed as her owner smooshed her cheeks together, her lips pursing like some fleshy puffer fish. She pushed her nose back and peered up her nostrils, played with her eyebrows, pushing the tiny hairs against the grain and smoothing them back down again.

Lauren was enjoying playing with her pet, manipulating her body as the fancy took her. Katie lay back, trying not to move. She was doing her best to be compliant and allow her owner to play to her heart’s content, but it was difficult. Breathing was becoming increasingly hard as Lauren perched upon her. She could feel the heat from the her owner’s sex on her chest, her firm young breasts were squashed and uncomfortable, but she thought only of the hands at her face and the demeaning manipulations to which she was being subjected.

Lauren had her hands in her mouth now: fingers sliding along her teeth and gums, pulling her lips back or squeezing them together. Katie stared up at the obvious delight on Lauren’s face, unable to reconcile the feelings of happiness and humiliation that warred inside her. Lauren eventually tired of her game, slapping Katie’s face with each hand. The blows were not hard or malicious but they shocked the young girl out of her reverie and she writhed beneath her owner. She would no doubt be punished if she got free, but she didn’t think that likely – Lauren was so much stronger than her. Katie looked up at her owner, the wicked grin she had come to know so well gleamed down at her.

“Kiss me Kitty,” Lauren ordered, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Katie stretched her head off the pillow, straining her body to reach the lips of her classmate. There was no way she could ever reach Lauren so far above her. She wriggled her arms but they were firmly pinned by her sides and Lauren increased the pressure of her thighs as she felt Katie’s struggles. “C’mon Kitty, I am waiting for my kiss,” Lauren teased, urging the writhing teen on. Katie wriggled from side to side, flexing every underused muscles in her body. Her stomach tensed as she tried to lift her owner up, but the slim teenager barely moved. Lauren giggled as Katie became frantic in her efforts to reach her.

“Well if you don’t want a kiss Kitty…” Lauren said with mock concern. Katie knew she wasn’t upset, she knew she was only being teased but she couldn’t help getting upset herself.
“Please Miss,” she pleaded. Katie couldn’t explain the tears that welled in her eyes but she looked at Lauren forlornly.
“How could I resist that, Kitty,” Lauren said, the sense of power and contentment she felt as she looked at her slave’s pretty green eyes fill with tears, infused her entire body.

Lauren relaxed her legs and released her grip on the now quiescent teen. She slid gracefully down Katie’s body, slipping between Katie’s legs, forcing them to accommodate her. She supported her body above her slave, leaning down, ignoring the eagerly opening lips, instead kissing each delicate eye, tasting the barely formed tears, exalting as the salty droplets soaked into her lips. Only then did she kiss the young, expectant mouth that parted so eagerly for her touch.

Lips barely touched before Lauren lifted up, smiling as Katie moaned at the tease. Lauren didn’t think she would ever tire of this little slut, so eager, so easy to arouse, even at this early stage. Lauren shifted her weight and presented her left breast to the girl beneath her, closing her eyes in ecstasy as Katie’s mouth closed dutifully around the tight pink bud, suckling like a calf at the teat. Right nipple followed left before Lauren relented and kissed her young possession, passionately and long.

“Come Kitty, you little minx. My Mom will be here to pick me up and you’ll still be latched to my breast like a little suckerfish.”

Katie pouted as Lauren pulled away, climbing out of bed, giving the young girl her last look at the nubile body that had brought her so much pleasure. She had been with Lauren for less than 48 hours but it felt like a lifetime.

"Exercises," Lauren commanded.

Katie jumped out of bed, fully awake now. She went to the centre of the room, oriented herself and began the exercise regime Lauren had set her. As she pushed herself through the sets she caught glimpses of her owner packing away her clothes and the rest of the equipment she had brought for the sleepover.

Lauren was quickly dressed in a small exercise outfit, no doubt what she was going to wear to her training. As she watched her classmate pack away her things she realised what it really meant. She would not be with Lauren. Lauren would not be with her. She would be on her own.

Katie couldn't really focus on the emotions that whirled inside her. She had to complete her exercises and she had to do it properly. Lauren was still there, glancing at her every now and then, supervising.

Lauren left the room mid-routine, leaving the door open. Katie looked fearfully at the door, though made no move to stop her set. She had to trust in Lauren. She had realised that last night. She had to trust her owner. Lauren would look after her. It wasn't easy, but what was.

Lauren returned from the bathroom and laid out Katie's clothes for the day. By the time the outfit was on her bed, the sweaty teen was standing at attention, panting for breath. Lauren was seated at the computer once more.

"Wipe yourself and dress." Lauren ordered brusquely.

Katie made the dash to the bathroom and back in record time. She didn't know what Lauren was doing but she had wiped the thin layer of sweat from her body and dressed and Lauren was still tapping away.

Her owner had chosen her nice red thong, khaki shorts and yellow singlet top. She hadn't been allowed a bra, but at least she was wearing panties. The shorts were very small and very tight, basically covering everything they needed to but little else. The singlet top was only a halter and left her midriff bare, something she had not previously been a fan of.

She had always had such grand ideas when she bought clothes, knowing they were sexy and cute and then unable to find the courage to wear them. Now they were all she had and Lauren made sure that she looked her best everyday. It was strange to have your clothes chosen for you. She hadn't wanted to admit it but it was a little liberating, not having to worry about what to wear. And yet knowing there was no choice, not even if she wanted one, if she wasn't in a thong mood, or a shorts mood, meant nothing to her now. Every day, in every way, she was reminded again and again that she belonged to someone else.

"Take all the bags downstairs Kitty, mine and all those piglet clothes."

Katie cringed, wondering why she hadn't moved past that demeaning term already. She wasn't a piglet, she knew Lauren was only teasing but she still hated it. She struggled downstairs with all the bags, dragging the heavy clothes bag behind her. She placed them all by the door, not entirely sure where they should go. She was still wondering if she should return upstairs or wait here when Lauren sidled up behind her.

"Come and keep me company until my Mom arrives," Lauren said, grabbing Katie's long black locks and pulling her into the lounge, not really giving the girl a choice.

Katie hurried behind her owner, her head pulled to one side, doing her best to keep Lauren from tugging too painfully on her hair. Ever since they left the bed, Lauren seemed to be in a different mood. She didn't seem upset, she was just very short with her and Katie wondered if she had done something wrong.

Lauren kept a hold of the young girl's hair as she sat down on the couch. Katie moved to sit down beside her owner tohelp alleviate the strain in her scalp.

"Kitty, what the fuck do you think you are doing? You were not given permission to sit," Lauren snapped, wrenching Katie's head from side to side. "Kneel."

Katie fell to her knees in front of the couch, her hair a dishevelled mess. She looked up at Lauren, tears in her eyes from the painful hair-pulling. She had done something wrong, she didn't know what it was but Lauren was going to leave upset with her.

"Now Kitty," Lauren began, gently smoothing down the confused teen's hair. "Are those legs wide enough Kitty? Are you getting lazy before I am even out the door?"

Katie's legs spread wider, the crotch of her tiny shorts now pulling into her pussy. It was too early in the morning for this. She was not a morning person and her brain wasn't working properly. A slave didn't have an option to be a morning person or not, she figured. A slave was ready for her owner at any time of the day. That definitely sounded like something Lauren would say in 'lecture mode', but it had come entirely from her.

Katie knew now that Lauren's 'lecturing' wasn't lecturing at all, it was training. She hadn't really understood before. The sleepover had changed all that. It was very clear to her now. She belonged to Lauren. She was her slave. Everything Lauren did was to train her to be better. Her owner wanted her to be trained to please her and to serve. She knew her life would be easier if she accepted her training. It was so easy to say.

"Kitty are you going to be a good girl for me today?"
"Yes Miss," Katie spat, the words not able to get out of her mouth quickly enough.
"A slave serves at all times Kitty, not only when she is with her owner. For breakfast you will have a bowl of bran. For lunch you will have a sandwich with chicken, lettuce, cucumber and tomato. You will have one glass of water at ten o'clock, another with your lunch at 12 o'clock and another at 2 o'clock. Do you understand Kitty?"
"Yes Miss."
"The glass you are to use is on your desk and that is where you will drink it. Now Kitty, come here and show me how much you will miss me."

Katie sniffed away the budding tears and leaned up on her knees, yearning forward for her owner's touch. Lauren shifted her weight and met the young girl at the edge of the couch, their lips locking in a kiss that neither girl would soon forget. Katie kept her hands behind her back, wanting to please her owner with the display of discipline. She desperately wanted to touch her owner, reach out and caress the toned body but something stopped her.

The kiss continued, tongue and lips dancing playfully, passionately as Lauren reinforced her dominance and Katie her submission. One was aware of the byplay of power in the innocent kiss, the other was oblivious to all but the pleasurable feelings that coursed through her young body.

The kiss lasted until Lauren heard the noise of a car. She bounced up off the couch and headed for the front door. "Come Kitty." Katie struggled to her feet, adjusted the small shorts she wore and followed her owner. Her breasts bounced as she hurried to the door. She blushed as she noticed her nipples were hard, rock hard. They created two tiny points under the tight material, each nipple a darker circle, clear, even from a distance, in the yellow singlet.

"Kitty," Lauren said, turning around to face her once they reached the door. "Who do you belong to Kitty?"
"You Miss," she whispered timidly, fighting the urge to look back into the house to make sure her parent were nowhere in sight.
"Good girl. Remember that Kitty. Remember it and you will please. You serve me Kitty."

Lauren kissed her one last time, ordered her to carry the bags and headed out the door to her waiting mother. Katie watched the retreating figure of her owner as she headed down the front path. She was still in a daze from the speed with which the morning had progressed and the emotions that roiled within her. Lauren's cute butt bounced with each step and Katie almost forgot what she had been told to do, mesmerised by the sight.

Katie came to as Lauren neared the car, snatched up the bags and ran through the front yard to catch her. She knew just what she would look like, her young breasts bouncing beneath the singlet that provided her with almost no support. Her breasts were firm, but they still moved amazingly when she did not wear a bra, something that never happened, not even around the house.

"Hi Katie. You look different today," Lauren's Mom called from the front seat.
"Hi Mrs Harper," Katie gasped as she hauled the bags onto the back seat.
"Kitty!" Lauren whispered in her ear as she leaned out of the car for another bag. "Where have your manners gone? You are awfully familiar for a slave."
"New haircut Ma'am," Katie answered, gaining a nod of approval from Lauren.

Too familiar? After Lauren had spent the weekend calling her parents by their first name, laughing and joking with them, she wasn't even allowed to call Lauren's mother by her proper name. She thought she had been respectful but she had failed yet again. It wasn't the way she had wanted to end her and Lauren's time together.

"Well you look very pretty dear. It really suits you."
"Thank you Ma'am."
"Bye Kitty," Lauren said, waving goodbye with a dainty undulation of her fingers.
"Bye Miss."
"Be good."

Those were the last words Katie heard as the car pulled away from the curb. She stood on the sidewalk watching the car disappear. Long after it had turned the corner and been lost to sight, the young teen remained standing in front of her house.

*  *  *  *  *

Katie sat on her bed, lost. She had an entire day now, a day without Lauren. It had only just turned 8 o'clock and she was already at a loss as to what to do with herself. She had tidied her room already, made the bed and cleaned her desk.

Breakfast. She had never had a bowl of bran in her life, always preferring the sugary cereals designed for kids. Her parents had begun to stir and she was relieved beyond belief that her nipples had gone down. She knew that both her parents had witnessed her arousal during the weekend but she did not want a repeat of those humiliating encounters.

"The butterfly emerges Em," her father joked as she entered the kitchen.
"Oh Greg, stop it. Lauren got off early."
"She had lacrosse practice early. Her Mom picked her up," Katie offered, feeling weird that her owner was still the focus of attention even when she wasn't here.
"Katie are you really thinking of trying out for the team?" her Mother asked.
"If my fitness improves and Lauren says I should."

Fly as close to the truth as you can, she urged, reinforcing the promise she had made to keep her lying to a minimum. She knew herself well enough to know her strengths and weaknesses and lying was right at the stop of the second list. Her entire idea of what the first list would constitute would have to drastically change. She didn't think watching TV and eating ice cream would be making the cut now that Lauren owned her.

"Bran?" Her parents chorused incredulously when she filled her bowl with the small brown flakes.
"Yeah, healthy remember," Katie sighed, worrying that everything she did would now be scrutinised and commented on by her parents. She really, really did not need that.
"Well good for you Kat. Your Mom and I couldn't be happier with your new friend. We might just be too old fogeys but, well... we think Lauren is great."

Any other time she would have teased her dad for sounding so lame but all she said now was a quiet thanks and commenced eating the small pieces of cardboard that masqueraded as a cereal. How did people eat this by choice? She looked at her parents bowls and saw the answer. She had forgotten her parents mixed other things in with their bran, small pieces of diced fruit and a dollop of youghurt on the top. Here she was eating straight bran! Lauren had not said anything else so she supposed it made no difference.

She finished her bowl in silence, rinsed it and left it in the sink. She would come down later to clear and wash the dishes and said as much to her parents. She was rewarded with those same surprised looks that made her feel terrible. She had no one to blame but herself. It really was a pretty drastic change.

Breakfast over, Katie trudged upstairs, reticent to face the day. She didn't exactly know what she was going to do. How had it come to this? She was a world-class time-waster. Sundays were usually her day. She could always find a million and one things to do and now, without Lauren there controlling her time, she was at a loss. She flopped down onto her bed and stared at the ceiling, lamenting the apparent loss of her ability for spending time.

Homework. She hadn’t had a chance to do any so far and she had maths and English and an assignment on the civil war that she really needed to do. She should do those, after all her grades were really important now. And she could do some housework too. Lauren would be happy to know that she vacuumed or did some washing or just generally did some work around the house. She set the alarm on her phone for 10:00, looking at the large empty glass on her desk as she did so. She didn’t need to pee right now, but that was all she could think of once she spotted the glass. She would have to go after drinking so much, of that there was no doubt. Without Lauren around to ask permission she would have to wait until her allotted times.

Katie sat down at her desk, dug out her schoolbooks and started in on those pesky trigonometry problems that had always troubled her so much. After ten minutes she got up, pulled the bottom drawer from her desk and checked the little stash of hidden objects that had grown substantially over the weekend. She just wanted to check it was all there, just to be sure. That’s all she was doing.

The little black felt bag was there, holding the glass dildo, her first online purchase. The tiny bullet vibrator was there as well, now accompanied by a coil of black rope and a folded yellow t-shirt. The inquisitive teen reached in and removed the shirt, holding it by the shoulders and shaking it out. It was a tiny t-shirt, barely a shirt at all. It would cover her breasts but she didn’t think it would do much more than that. It was the words stencilled across the chest that made her pause and blush -  ‘May i pee?’. This was the shirt she would have to wear to ask permission to go to the toilet outside of her allotted hours. But that only worked if she knew Lauren would be watching on the other end of the link.

Katie’s eyes shot to her computer, the screen was dark but the computer itself was on. She jumped back into her chair, turned the monitor on and shook the mouse. Her screen burst into life and there it was. Her webcam had been on all morning and she had one viewer. Lauren couldn’t be there watching but she was logged in, no doubt about it. What if it wasn’t her at all? What if there was someone else who was watching her from Lauren’s computer? Katie took two deep breaths as she watched her image in the small box. She had to get a grip. This whole paranoia thing was starting to really make her brain ache.

There was nothing she could do about it now. She was supposed to be logged in all the time anyway, so she should be grateful for Lauren having already done it for her. She was sure the punishment would have been bad for forgetting for so long. A shuffling outside her door threw her into frantic action. She grabbed the shirt from the floor, slung it back into the space beneath the drawer and scrabbled to fit the drawer to its runners. It wouldn’t fit! Calm down idiot, of course it fits. Just line it up. Her fingers slipped on the edge of the drawer and it fell to the floor. Panic was mounting inside her now. If her parents saw this drawer out, they would know about her hiding spot. She pushed and twisted the drawer, desperate to hide any evidence of her secrets.

With a sense of overwhelming relief, the drawer found the runners and slid bumpily back into its slot. Katie scrambled back to her desk and sat down quickly, sliding her maths books in front of her and peering at them intently. The numbers on the page were a blur to the young girl, chest heaving, face flushed with the fear-fuelled adrenalin that still coursed through her body. Katie’s knee began to bounce, the pent-up energy looking for an outlet.

Nothing. Minutes later she relaxed, leaning back on her chair and brushing her hair back from her face, hair that no longer existed. She flicked her head in annoyance, the reminder of her new hairstyle fuelling the frustration she was feeling. Had she imagined the noise? Was it just her parents walking past? The door was locked anyway idiot, she chastised, suddenly feeling very stupid and very foolish.

Katie looked sheepishly at the webcam, wondering what Lauren would make of that little episode. She smiled to think of it, but quickly looked back at her schoolwork. She was trapped in this relationship, this owner-slave dynamic that had taken over her life. Now that Lauren wasn’t here, even though she was constantly in her thoughts, she was feeling less and less comfortable with it. Lauren could be nice, there was no doubting that. She could be a really great friend, but she could also be terrible. Katie pulled the top of the singlet down a little, until she could see the highest of the thin red lines left by her shoelace. The line had faded, and would probably be gone tomorrow, but the fact that it was there at all spoke volumes.

Lauren didn’t like her, she only wanted to play with her, like a pet or a pretty toy. She used her, and abused her, she added feeling the keen sting of humiliation that her owner had seemed to derive such enjoyment from. It may be her fault that she was in the position she was in, so maybe it was up to her to get out of it. She liked Lauren she really did, her thoughts drifted to the graceful, toned body of her owner and the pleasure and satisfaction she had both given and received at that tender teenage temple. No, she said angrily, forcing her thoughts back on track. Focus: she liked Lauren she really did, but she didn’t want to be this way with her. She wanted her life back.

Katie’s cheeks burned at the memories of the last 48 hours; of what she had done, what she had been forced to do and those things she had not. She couldn’t deny now, in the cold light of day, that she had enjoyed some of what had happened, well a lot of what had happened. She had never thought she was a lesbian before, she still couldn’t really face that fact now but the way she had felt while doing some of those things had been… well it made her feel, celestial. Katie smiled at the word. She had loved the sound of that word ever since she was a little kid and heard it on some science show. She still liked boys, she was sure of it. Seeing John working on his bike, his muscles rippling, had still sent the same old thrill through her. So what did that mean? And how the hell had this turned back to sex again? She was getting a one-track mind. She was supposed to be thinking about how to escape her current situation and get her life back on track, not providing her pussy fuel for creaming.

It was the first time in she didn’t know how long, that her pussy was not slick and damp with her arousal. She could still feel a subtle throb, every now and then; the remnant of the constant frustration and attention her sex had received over the weekend. She thought of it now, the smooth, bare area between her legs, the pain that it had seen, and the pleasure.

Her eyes flicked to the webcam and she dove back into her books, needing the distraction. Every time she tried to think of Lauren, of her situation it always got turned around on her somehow. She didn’t even know how it happened but one moment she would be trying to think of some way to break Lauren’s hold over her, the next she would be thinking of her sweet smile, the mischievous sparkle in those captivating eyes or the tight pink lips of her pussy. Fuck, Katie snapped, throwing her pencil down on the desk. No more, she had to concentrate, stop these slu-, just stop these thoughts.

* * * * *

The musical tinkling of her phone made her look up from her books. The bright display flashed 10:00 at her. Katie marvelled at how quickly the time had passed once she had actually got stuck into her schoolwork. She was amazed at the progress she had made, actually starting to understand all the weird cosine and tangent stuff. What the hell she would ever do with it, she didn’t know, but she had felt a flush of pride when she had begun to get the right answer time after time.

She knew she wasn’t stupid, it was just that she had never really bothered before, stopping at the first sign of difficulty. Lauren was right, she just needed to apply herself. Thoughts of Lauren reminded her what she had set the alarm for in the first place. She glanced at the large glass sitting neatly on a coaster at the end of the desk. She had studiously ignored its presence as she worked but now it loomed large before her.

She hadn’t any time to waste, knowing she had been ordered to drink a glass of water at 10 o’clock and knowing how strict Lauren was with her commands. She gathered the glass, scurried downstairs to fill it from the jug in the fridge and hurried back upstairs. She sat down at her desk and looked at the webcam, knowing Lauren had wanted her to drink here so she could see that Katie was following orders. She took a deep breath and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the clear liquid, stopping only long enough to take one gasping breath before continuing to scull the drink. Long before the glass was empty she felt full. She didn’t want anymore, she couldn’t drink anymore. Each mouthful came slower, but the glass did not leave her lips until it was empty.

Katie felt the weight of the water sitting in her belly, bloating her. It wasn’t that she had drunk so much, it was just that she had done it so fast. The young girl, instantly felt nervous, knowing that she would need to pee after such a large drink. The nearest time she was permitted to use the bathroom was hours away. She just hoped she could make it that long. She looked back at her school books but decided she couldn’t sit still at the desk now, not after what she had just done. It was time for some housework, maybe that would help get some of the water out of her system.

* * * * *

Her Sunday passed in a whirl of chores and homework, eating and drinking at her allotted times, using the bathroom during her allowed periods. Even without her being there, Lauren was controlling her actions. Not as closely, Katie mused more than once, but still, enough so that she could never really feel in control. After lunch she had contemplated just lying on the couch and watching some TV, just vegging out like she had done so often before. The mere thought left her bored and fidgety, almost able to hear Lauren calling her a ‘lazy little piglet’.

At one point she had removed the coil of rope and spent an hour trying to wrap it neatly, barely improving her technique but improving nonetheless. She hadn’t been able to resist the temptation and had tied the rope around her ankles, just to see if she could do it. Her effort was a feeble ghost of Lauren’s tight, immaculate ties and she quickly stripped the rope from her feet blushing at her temerity in applying the rope in the first place.

Katie almost jumped out of her seat when her phone vibrated across the desktop. The phone was in her hand and answered in a split second, her heart already beating fast.

“Hello Miss,” Katie opened, having seen the caller id and knowing it was her owner.
“Kitty, have you been a good girl for me today?”
“Yes Miss.”
“Tell me how you have been good for me?”

Katie launched into a litany of her daily activity, being sure to leave nothing out. She did her best to let Lauren know she had been busy, trying to subtly highlight that she was making good decisions, thinking about how to serve. She thrilled with excitement at the occasional word of praise, unable to understand how easy it was to slip back into the submissive way of thinking when Lauren was around, even if it was only her voice.

She had been fighting all day with the dilemma of the direction her life was heading, but at the first word from Lauren it was all forgotten. Her mood had veered wildly throughout the day: at times angry or sad, a deep melancholy falling over her as the afternoon had worn on, but now she was nothing but happy. Her chest swelled with the emotion, an irrepressible smile playing across her lips as she reported to her owner.

“What is your Mom cooking for dinner Kitty?”
“Pork sausages, mashed potato, peas, carrots and squash, Miss,” Katie replied, happy that she had already asked and planned to go down and help her mother prepare.
“Good Kitty, you will have one sausage, one spoon of mash, four carrots and nine peas.”
“Yes Miss.”

It was Lauren’s turn to feel the thrill of contact with her slave. She had seen a movie more than a year ago that had a profound effect upon her. She could still remember the way she felt when she watched, mesmerised, as a submissive girl had her meal chosen for her, right down to the number of peas. The chance to feel that again, to be a participant instead of witness, made her heart ache and her pussy pulse with excitement. She could have kissed Katie’s mother for choosing the meal.

She had watched Katie process the command through the webcam, almost able to see her storing away the exact amount of food for later. She was a good girl, she really was. She could have been a stroppy little bitch, fighting her every step of the way but she had really taken to her training. Lauren had been prepared for either eventuality, it would just have meant that Katie would have spent a lot more of her time feeling pain and a lot more of her body marked with the results of her rebellion if she hadn't been so naturally inclined to serve.

“You have an email Kitty. Read it now. Oh and Kitty?”
“Yes Miss?”
“Did you miss me today?”
“Yes Miss.”

She had felt lost without her. She hadn’t wanted to delve too deeply into those feelings, and did not wish to do so now. The thought of the email sent a spike of dread shooting up her spine. Why couldn’t Lauren simply talk with her now? She knew the conversation was coming to an end but she couldn’t think how she could prolong it. For so much of the day she had never wanted to see Lauren again, the anger at the degrading treatment she had received fuelling her rebellious thoughts. Now that she was actually talking to her owner, connected to her through even a tenuous link, she did not want to lose her.

“Bye Kitty.”
“Bye Miss, I…” Katie stammered but the connection was already broken.

The teenager looked at her phone in despair, she had wanted to express something to her owner but as she thought about it now, it was best that she had not. The realisation of what she was about to say made head hurt. Email! Yes check the email. She didn’t know if Lauren was watching her but she had a feeling that she was. Any hesitation or time-wasting was likely to be punished. She didn’t have time to wallow in the wash of her silly schoolgirl emotions.

Kitty

Without structure a slave risks idleness. The following routine is to be followed each and every day unless you receive specific orders.

MONDAY

6:00am Wake and rise
6:01am Warm-up exercises
6:30am Morning run
7.00am Cooldown – Attention
7:10am Shower
7:15am Pussy - Clit
7:20am Dress
7:25am Breakfast
7:35am Ready for school
7:45am School Bus
8:10am Arrive at School
8:15am Report to locker
8:30am Begin school
SCHOOL
3:00pm School Bus
3:30pm Warm-up exercises
4:00pm Pussy – Clit
4:05pm Walk Max
4:45pm Report dinner – School homework until dinner prep
7:00pm Blog
7:30pm Homework Task 1
8:30pm Homework Task 2
9:00pm Shower
9:05pm Bed

The rest of the email was more of the same, an almost minute by minute rundown of her life. How the hell could she keep up with all this? It was a strict routine, leaving her almost no time for anything else, especially early in the morning. Lauren had added at the end that if she had any questions, she would be allowed to ask them after dinner and once she had written her first blog entry. Well she certainly had a lot of questions, most of them starting with ‘why, what, how’! What worried her more than the punishing schedule was some of the activities themselves. She would require some clarification, even though she was pretty sure what ‘pussy-clit’ meant for her.

 Tuesday's routine varied only slightly. 'Pussy-clit' was replaced with 'pussy-dildo' and everything past 3:30pm was replaced with 'Work'. Katie read through every day. Morning and afternoon every single day she had to play with her pussy for five minutes: Monday, Wednesday and Friday were marked 'clit', Tuesady and Thursday were 'dildo'. At no time would she be allowed to come she thought despondently.

Right so from all that, what she had focused on was that she wasn't allowed to come. The whole fact that her owner had planned her entire week in advance and had scheduled daily, no twice daily, masturbation sessions was nothing? Yeah, just run of the mill, everyday slave stuff huh.

Katie was trying to be strong and put on a brave face but the evidence of Lauren's control had got to her. She thought back on her day, the sense of loss and confusion she had felt without any structure but this was too much. She would have been able to snap out of feeling lost, she was sure. She would have been able to spend her time happily watching television, surfing the net and just generally bumming around, she just needed time away from Lauren's overwhelming influence. That would never happen now.

There was an asterisk next to  Friday's 'SCHOOL'. The fine print let her know that this weekend's sleepover was not going to be a one-off event. The added note had read '* routine to be followed if not with owner'. Saturday and Sunday were mysteries, though she was sure Lauren would enlighten her at some time. She could hope that maybe her weekend's would be a little more open and flexible. She just didn't know how she was going to be able to stick to this.

 She didn't have any longer to contemplate the coming week. Her mother called her to let her know that she was beginning dinner, her first real cooking lesson was about to begin. Katie closed the email and headed downstairs in a state of bewilderment, unable to forget what she had just read.

*  *  *  *  *

My name is Kitty. I have been a slave for almost a week. I signed myself to my owner, Miss and I now belong to her. I don't know really much about what I am now but my owner has begun training me to be a better slave and she knows a lot about it and is teching me a lot. My owner says that a slave must always try and be better and I am trying. I am working on my schoolwork a lot more and today I did some good work on my trig and did all my equations. I started my assignment on General Lee to and it isn't due for two weeks. I have started doing more around the house to and I am learning to cook. Miss says that a slave must learn all about keeping a house clean and it is just one way that I can serve. I am exercising now to and I never did that before and I am eating healthier now to but I do miss ice cream and I have a job now to and that is another way I am serving my onwer. I have a new haircut and my sex is bare to and that is to look nice for my owner.

Katie sat back and looked at what she had written blazing on the screen before her. She had hit the 'post' button and she had made her first bog entry. That's all there was to it? It had been so easy, just login and write and post. Well the posting was easy but the writing was anything but.

It had taken her almost five minutes to get anything down at all. She had so many false starts that she had begun to get upset by her failure, thinking of what punishment Lauren would have for her if she failed to write her very first entry. Dear diary, dear blog, hi blog - all deleted, along with the worst start of all 'my name is Katie Thomas and I have been forced to become the slave of Lauren Harper'. That would have earned her the punishment of all punishments, she knew.

After that she had begun to panic and started to type any old thing that came into her head. She had not stopped typing until her phone beeped 7:30. She had written a lot. If she learned to use more than a couple of fingers she could do a lot more, though she didn't think she really wanted to. Writing about who she was and the way she was feeling was hard. She had quickly read back over her entry and it sounded stupid. There was nothing she could do now though, but it definitely did not make her sound like a particularly smart girl.

She hadn't strictly been told to finish at 7:30 but that is what her weekly routine called for so she figured she should get used to it. Katie had barely closed her blog when a message popped up on the screen.

"Questions Kitty?"
"Hello Miss, yes Miss," Katie replied, feeling strange talking to the computer when all she got in return was cold, unfeeling text
"1."
"Um Miss, with, uh, the pussy-clit and the pussy-dildo, um what do I have to do?"
"Really Kitty? You are to sit in your chair, naked and play with your pussy in the specified manner. Clit means you will use your fingers and vibrator and stimulate your clit, nothing is to enter your cunt. Dildo means that you fuck yourself with your dildo. You are to do so for four minutes. Not a second less, not a second more."
"Thank you Miss," Katie said meekly, having already guessed but requiring the clarification despite how difficult it had been to hear.
"Kitty what are you not to do?"
"I'm not to come Miss."
"Good girl. 2."
"Um Miss, does 'report dinner' mean to tell you what is for dinner?"
"Correct. You will ask your mother what is for dinner and report it to me so I can decide what you will eat."
"Miss, how do I do that?"
"Kitty, you open your mouth, put the food inside, chew and then you swallow."
"No, I mean sorry Miss. What I meant was how do I report to you," Katie replied sheepishly, knowing that Lauren was teasing her and knowing she had walked right into it.
"Come to your chair and say 'excuse me Miss'. Then you wait to be acknowledged."
"Yes Miss."
"3."
"Miss when I, um...
"Kitty, move your chair back a step. Open your legs. Wider. When you sit on this chair this is how you sit. Shoulders back. Yes Kitty, your hands behind your back too."

Katie was now sitting straight-backed with her legs spread widely, well past the legs of the chair - obscenely wide. As Lauren had instructed her, she had moved her hands behind her back, as surreptitiously as she could, hoping her owner wouldn't notice they were not already there. She had cringed sheepishly when she had been caught out.

"This is how a slut sits. When you are in that chair, no matter what you are doing, you are to be truly what you are. You know how to sit at other times don't you Kitty?"
"Yes Miss, with my legs straight and together but so my knees don't touch."
"Good girl."
"3."
"When I have to go for my run, where do I go?"
"You are to run the same circuit as walking Max.
"4."
"Uh, Miss when I play with my pussy should I clean after?" Katie asked hesitantly, once she had remembered her question. She had been a little thrown by the unexpected posture training she had received.
"Oh we're back to your pussy now are we Kitty? You are to clean your vibrator or dildo and your fingers. You may also clean the outside of your pussylips. Your fingers and tongue are the only things you will use to clean. That is a rule for you Kitty. Cleaning of all juices is to be done by mouth only. Anyone's juices and at any time."
"5."
"Uh, Miss, that's all the questions I think."
"Well Kitty, it seems that you aren't too sure about playing with your pussy. Of your entire schedule that was the most interesting huh? Only to be expected. Shorts and panties off. Get your dildo and vibrator."

Katie instantly regretted her questions now. She knew her pussy was a little wet, it had been when she went to the toilet but it wasn't much, no cream. Her panties weren't soaking wet and the now smooth lips of her pussy weren't all slick and smeared with white goo. It had been the first time in a long time and she had cherished it. Now, because she couldn't keep her mouth shut and her mind off sex, she was going to have to play with herself, humiliate herself again.

She was back in her chair, naked from the waste down in moments. Her dildo and vibrator resting on the desk in front of her. She was trembling in anticipation, knowing what was coming but still feeling the trepidation tighten her chest and belly.

"Four minutes of clit. Begin. Fingers first."

Katie's right hand quivered as it made its way between her legs. She didn't want to do this right now, and especially not on a webcam. What if her parents heard the buzzing. She only ever used her vibrator under the sheets and when she was sure her parents were nowhere near. Now she would be sitting out in the room with no cover. It wasn't loud but it was loud enough.

Katie tried to forget everything other than what she was doing. Her hands slipped across her clit, fingertips caressing the tiny pink bud. She rubbed up and down, slowly at first, her fingers parting to either side, not touching her little clit directly. She increased the tempo, fingers moving faster, pressing harder. The delicate fold of her hood began slipping over the suddenly stiffening nerve bundle.

The half-naked teen moaned as her arousal intensified. She could feel her entire body heat up, her face and chest flushing with passion. Only moments ago she had not been in the mood and now here she was moaning and panting like a bitch on heat. She changed her motion, her fingers together now, rubbing across her clit in frantic sideways swipes.

"Vibrator."

Katie's eyes had never left the monitor, mesmerised by the vision on her screen. She had been watching her fingers fly furiously across her pussy, unaware that her left hand had moved across her chest, pushing her breasts into her body and pinching her nipples gently.

The vibrator was in her hand and on her clit so quickly it seemed like magic. The small silver bullet-like device was buzzing frantically, pressed to the top of Katie's clit and moving in slow semi-circles above it. She had gasped as the humming length had touched her clit, lost now in the seething ocean of arousal into which she had submerged.

The young girl panted as her eyelids slowly closed and opened, fluttering halfway, her vision a desire-soaked blur. She had forgotten all thoughts of anyone hearing the noise the vibrator was making, never once giving a thought to the sounds of ecstasy that were escaping her own mouth. She almost missed her owner's next command.

"Four minutes. Clean. Dildo."

Katie groaned and pouted petulantly before bringing the small vibrator to her mouth and licking it clean. Its surface was barely marked and two deft licks saw it abandoned to the desk.

The hard, ridged shaft of her dildo slid inside her with almost no resistance. It wasn't until the second sphere that she had to push harder, her pussylips gripping the hard glass invader in a tight, inviting kiss. Katie lost track of time as the dildo slipped in and out of her. She was watching herself on the screen, feeling strangely detached, watching as she fucked herself.

"Four minutes. Clean."

Noooooooooooo, Katie wailed. She should ask permission to come. She needed to. Lauren would let her, she wanted her to be happy. She should ask her. What's the worst that could happen? Her pussy pulsed as she tried to reason with herself.

The half-naked girl, slid the dildo from her sex and lifted it to her mouth, smelling the heady musk of her sex long before it made contact with her tongue. Fucking chicken! Fucking chicken cunt, she spat at herself. She knew she was weak, she couldn't help it. She wanted to come, she wanted it so bad. What she wanted more was for Lauren to be happy with her and she knew, she just knew, that Lauren did not want her to come now.

Katie kept hoping to see those magical little words appear on her screen: 'you may come Kitty'. They did not. She licked her cream from her dildo before resting it on the desk by the vibrator, swirling her tongue around her mouth, running it across her teeth, relishing her taste. This was what she did now. She never simply tasted the juices from her sex, she savoured them. Was that what a slut did?

For the first time since she began to pleasure herself, Katie looked down her body: her nipples stood as two tight pink sentinels protruding from the centre of each breast, her belly tensed and sucked in and out as she panted with unsated lust. Her pussy was the destination of her enquiring gaze, the blazing hot cleft between her legs that caused her so much trouble.

She had seen the evidence on her screen but the detail was hard to see. Looking down had snapped everything into tight, crisp focus. Her newly bare labia were smeared with cream, thicker deposits clinging to the plump lips at the entrance to her vagina. She curled her fingers and scooped as much as she could, scraping three fingers across the smooth skin. She was about to slip her cream filled fingers in her mouth when a fresh message popped onto her screen.

"Time for your fix Kitty. Addiction can be a terrible thing and I always look after my property. I know that there is nothing we can do about the slut that you are, no one would have it any other way. So this is my concession to you.  A satisfied Kitty is a happy Kitty."

Katie looked at the large blob of creamy discharge that clung to her fingertips. There was not a lot there but it was substantial enough. She remembered the last time Lauren had forced her to do this and how weird it had felt. It definitely wasn't just like sniffing when you had a cold. It had felt... wrong somehow, as if it really was a drug.

The wide-eyed schoolgirl looked pleadingly into the webcam, batting her lashes cutely, knowing even as she did so that in mere moments the creamy secretions from her sex would be inside her nose. Do it quick, she pleaded. Swift and sure, just like the way the hair had been taken from her pussy. Yeah, that comparison really didn't help.

Her fingers were at her nose, pressed against her nostrils, before she knew it. She exhaled quickly through her mouth, closed her eyes and snorted violently. Her eyes watered and she pressed the sides of her nose with each hand to try and rid herself of the tingling, tickling sensation that surged up her nostrils and into her brain.

"Back in position Kitty."

Katie sat back, spreading her legs widely as she had been taught. It was one of the worst things that she had done since becoming Lauren's slave. Her training had not been easy but snorting her own cream was something she never wanted to do again. It felt wrong. It was wrong. If there was going to be one thing she could ask not to happen again that was it. It was a strange thing to admit, but she would rather be punished than do it again.

"Kitty when you prepare for school you are to use that time to make your lunch, among other things. Emma has really go behind your training and there are heaps of lovely ingredients for you waiting in the kitchen. They are all together in the fridge so you don't need to stress yourself. You to mix a salad each day for school and you will drink a bottle of water from the cafeteria. Understand?"
"Yes Miss."
"I knew you would enjoy making your own meals. It's something you will need to learn and learn quickly."
"Yes Miss, thank you," Katie replied, feeling keenly aware of how strange it was to be holding a one way conversation with a computer screen. It made her feel a little disconnected and strange, it made her feel... in her place. She wasn't sure if that made sense, but so little of what was going on inside her did these days.

"Kitty go and shower now. All your showers will be taken in cold water only. Hot water is a privilege that you must earn and a  slave's body cleans just as well in cold water. You have five minutes."

Katie sprang from the chair and ran into the bathroom. She wasted precious moments watching the cold water fall into the empty shower before she had the courage to step under the freezing wall of water. She yelped as she forced herself inside and closed the door. Her breath was taken away by the shock of the water, shoulders hunching, her entire body acting as if it was trying to collapse in upon itself.

Her hands flew to the soap, desperate to wash her body as quickly as possible, not only to make it back within the time Lauren had specified but mainly to just get out of the torturously frigid rain.

Katie slid her hands down her body, assisting the cold water to wash away the lather of soap, doing everything she could to end the shower as quickly as possible. She stepped out and mercifully turned off the flow. The cold left her scurrying for a towel. As she wrapped her shivering body in the welcoming warmth she realised that at least she was able to use a dry towel.

Hooray for small miracles, she scoffed, shivering uncontrollably as she wiped her body. She was dry in moments, her frenzied movements removing every icy drop she could reach. Her hair remained a little damp but there was nothing she could do, she had no time. Why was it that she never had enough time?

The towel wrapped tightly around her body, Katie fled back to her room. The instant the door was closed and locked the young girl removed the damp towel and hung it on the door handle. She was back in her chair, naked and legs splayed as quickly as her young legs could carry her.

"Brush your hair Kitty. 60 strokes," flashed in the chat window the moment her bare buttocks touched the seat.

Katie began without delay, brushing her jet black hair in long smooth strokes. She watched herself in the tiny webcam window, watching as her breasts swayed and flounced as she brushed. Her breasts were never still, the soft, malleable flesh in constant movement. her nipples remained hard from the cold, the occasional shiver another remnant of the recent Arctic shower. Each time her arm was raised she could feel the stiff bud of her nipple pull at the soft flesh of her breast. It was a maddening feeling, the urge to squeeze the tight pink bud like a niggling itch that could not be scratched.

At the end of the allotted strokes Katie replaced the brush on her desk and waited for Lauren to give her further instructions. The plump lips of her pussy pressed against the hard plastic of her seat, everything visible on the cam due to the position that she adopted: legs widely spread and back rod-straight.

“Kitty, there are eight spelling and grammar mistakes in your blog. You have ten minutes to fix them, for each mistake that remains you will receive a strike. From now on you will check your writing at the end of each session.”

Katie paled. She hadn’t realised there were any mistakes but she had been writing pretty quick and, to be honest, she didn’t really think much at all about what she was writing. Her body continued to shiver occasionally as she opened her blog and read over her first entry in earnest. Her nipples were still extremely hard, poking out from her breasts as if they were about to launch themselves at her monitor. She desperately wanted to touch them, not in a sexual way, just to squeeze them a little and get some warmth into them. It was annoying having them so hard while she was trying to focus on other things, she simply could not ignore them.

Katie read her blog and found the mistakes that Lauren had counted. She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally hit post and it was done. She had dodged a punishment but she would have to be more careful in the future. She would need to really check what she had written because the young schoolgirl doubted that Lauren would give her the exact number of errors in the future.

Her task finished she was unsure exactly what she should do. She was naked, as she was supposed to be after her evening shower, but it definitely seemed too early for bed. She did want to- No she didn’t want to, she corrected. She would happily go to bed right now. Happy to have nothing else happen that night. She was contemplating whether or not to ask Lauren what to do, when a message popped up on her screen.

“Kitty, check the following address. This is the blog you will check each night before bed.”

Katie looked at the address and clicked on the highlighted text. A moment later she was staring at pictures of herself, seven pictures of herself. Lauren had created a blog to inform her of her outfit for the coming day. She had called it, appropriately enough, ‘Dressing Kitty’. She had even included a picture of the earrings that she was to wear.

Katie just stared at the photos, dumbfounded. These were on the internet. Pictures of her nude, or pretty much so, were on the internet. And these were no webcam that could only be seen by a few. These were there for everyone. This wasn’t right. Someone would see these, surely. She had to say something. Even if she got in trouble, she just had to.

“Um, thank you Miss. But Miss, someone will see these, it’s… they… can’t you email them to me?”
“Oh little miss dumdum. This blog is private. You have earned yourself a punishment for questioning me, Kitty. Dressing Kitty has been amended. Get your a pencil and a ruled pad.”

Katie moved the mouse and refreshed the page before she reached for the writing equipment. There were only six images of her now – she would not be wearing panties to school tomorrow. This time she would not have the option of choosing a skirt that would make it impossible for anyone to see. Lauren had chosen her pretty cotton skirt, light blue and summery. She knew the skirt, it was short and swished with every movement, the material supple and flowing. All she could hope for was that it was not a windy day. She was such a dipshit. Why couldn’t she just shut her mouth? She should have trusted her owner. Lauren would look after her, she didn’t want anyone discovering the situation anymore than she did.

 "Kitty you will write 100 times: I must trust my owner. My owner knows best. Once you have done this you will go to bed. No more lazy days, Kitty. You will bring your lines to school tomorrow."

Katie looked forlornly at the screen. As she placed pencil to paper to begin her lines she felt like a naughty little schoolgirl, which is exactly what she was. She hadn't written lines since grade school and she couldn't drive away the feeling that doing so now made her feel small and stupid.

I must trust my owner. My owner knows best. Katie stared at the words before she started her next line. It was exactly what she had said to herself. She knew what she had to do. She had already known. So why couldn't she just do it? She couldn't stop getting into trouble and making her owner work harder in training her.

I must trust my owner. My owner knows best. The page was half full now and the words were flying around her brain, round and round in a neverending cycle. She thought the words five times for each time she wrote them. Once the page was filled she counted. Only 42 lines per page. She would need another full page and then some.

Katie had no idea how long it had taken her to write the first page but she felt sure the second went faster. The third page, and it's final sixteen lines, were over before she knew it and yet, those words still resounded inside her. She said goodnight to her owner but received no response. Was Lauren still there? She couldn't wait for a reply, she had been told to go to bed once she was finished. Just a minute, she thought. I can stay for just a minute. No dumbass, now. Was she trying for more punishment?

Katie turned off her monitor with one last, melancholy look for anything new, any last words from Lauren. The screen remained blank and turned dark without giving the anxious teen what she wanted. She turned off the light and scrambled into bed, enjoying the feel of the covers sliding over her bare skin, enveloping her in their comforting layers. It did not take long for her body to warm now.

She lay in the darkness, curled on her right side, staring at the pale square of light that was her window, the wan illumination from the streetlamp shining through weakly. It was close to her normal bedtime, well not her usual bedtime, but the one that Lauren had set for her and which she had quickly adopted as the norm.

She was alone in her bed and it felt strange. Lauren had only been there for two nights, so why did her bed now feel so empty and cold? Katie shifted position, shuffling onto her back, her hands now resting by her sides, gently caressing the soft skin of her hips. It was a while before she realised that her fingers had slowly crept past her hipbones.

The despondent teen curled back on her side, and crossed her arms in front of her chest, removing them from temptation. She couldn't stop herself from sliding a thumb into her mouth, not wanting to but not able to stop the slow, inexorable journey. It wasn't the same, it didn't feel right and she felt stupid for doing it. She pulled the thumb from her mouth and curled her small hands into tight fists. What was wrong with her?

In the silence and the darkness, as she lay alone in her bed, waiting for sleep, those small words kept rolling over and over like a mantra. I must trust my owner. My owner knows best. The impressionable young girl fell asleep to the internal drone, lulled into the sweet release of oblivion by the comforting words.

Sunday, 11 September 2011
Chapter 11. A New Dawn

Katie woke abruptly, the alarm blaring in her ear. God she was stupid. She had set the alarm wrong. She had only just gone to sleep. In a daze, she reached over to the table by her bed and fumbled for the alarm switch. Six o'clock! No fucking way.

The glimmer light that penetrated her curtain wasn't the streetlamps, it was the pale gleam of the dawn. She had to get up. Her day had started. Fucking hell, her day had started. The impact of that realisation hit her like a bucket of ice-water. Katie sprang from her bed and headed to her computer. She couldn't remember what she had to do first. It was either her exercises or a run.

She was wasting time. She was so stupid. The very first thing she had to do, the very first. She was already fucking up. The anxious schoolgirl opened her emails, scanning for her schedule. It wasn't too hard, it was almost the last email she had received. She would have to sort these emails out, make them easier to find in future.

Right. Six o'clock, exercises. Well 6:01 but it was already past that. She scrambled into the centre of the room and launched immediately into her exercise regime, counting out creamy pussy's as she pushed herself through the punishing routine. She didn't allow herself the pauses between exercises now. She was already behind and she couldn't afford any wasted time.

"Kitty wants to please," she gasped for the last time, standing at attention and facing her computer, knowing that Lauren was watching. There was no way she could possibly tell, but she had a feeling, a sixth sense. She knew her owner was watching her right now.

Her chest heaved as she struggled for breath after the punishing exercises. She regretted allowing herself those breaks now, knowing that it had made her less able to handle what was now expected of her. Never again, not with the schedule Lauren had set. Katie grabbed her exercise shorts and top from her drawer and slipped them on. She was amazed at how quickly she could get dressed now. When she only wore two tiny pieces of material that barely covered the parts of her body she had to by law, well it was understandable that it actually took longer to tie her shoes.

Still breathing heavily, Katie ran from her room and out the back door. She couldn't take her keys so she had to go out the back, at least with the dog there she could leave the backdoor unlocked. Max danced around her, eager for attention but Katie had no time. She had glanced at the clock before she ran from her room. It was 6:34, four minutes after her scheduled start time.

Lauren had told her she must run the same circuit along which she walked Max. She knew she could not keep running that entire distance. She knew she would have to alternate between running, jogging and walking. Maybe slip some shambling in there too. She had only reached the end of the first block and she had already slowed.

Her heart beat machine-gun fast as she struggled to keep the pace she had set. She had no watch so all she could do was guess the time it was taking her. She just needed to move as fast as she could, trying desperately to make up some of the time she had lost. By the third block she was walking, panting heavily. Her nipples, much to her chagrin, were hard, the constant movement and the cool air of the morning doing their dastardly work.

Despite the way she felt and the way her body was suffering, she couldn't help but feel sexy. She knew the terribly brief outfit clung to her curves, accentuating the charms of her young body. She had passed a few other runners, out so early, and the two men she had seen had almost fallen over, so intent were they on watching her supple body as she approached.

Her face was already flushed with the exertion but she was sure the heat intensified under the gaze of her fellow joggers. She mumbled a feeble hello in response to their eager greetings, knowing where their eyes rested. Katie kept her gaze firmly on the sidewalk in front of her, unable to meet their gaze.

She felt small and vulnerable whenever they were near, the tight anxious fluttering filling her belly each time she saw a new stranger in the distance. If she felt so exposed, as if she was out here naked, why was she also feeling sexy. She couldn't understand it and her inability to know her own feelings worried her.

She knew she was pretty, it wasn't that. The tiny outfit, the incredibly short shorts and the halter top that only covered her breasts, was designed for exercise so why did she feel like such a slut wearing them?

When she rounded the halfway mark, knowing that each step brought her closer to home, she perked up and began running again. It only lasted a block but she vowed that there would be no more walking. She would run for a block and then jog, alternating between the two speeds as best she could.

She had been jogging slowly, her legs burning with each step when she noticed a man standing at the end of his drive, paper in hand, just staring at her. She was still two streets away from her house, and even though this was her neighbourhood, she knew almost no one in it. She had never seen this guy before, and she didn't like the look of him now.

He had to be old, late 40s at least, the grubby white singlet doing little to cover the large round belly that hung over the top of his striped boxers. Katie sped up to a full run as she neared his house, keeping her eyes to the ground but she sensed the man just standing there, unmoving, as she ran towards him. She knew the picture she presented, knowing the way her young body moved as she ran.

There was nothing she could do. Her breasts would bounce and sway no matter how fast she moved. The tight shorts would cup her sex and the curves of her buttocks whether she walked or sprinted. All she could do was move past as quickly as she could, knowing that she was providing the old pervert with a show he would not soon forget.

She feel dirty as she passed the end of his drive, seeing him there, still as a statue as she passed within feet of him. She kept running all out, her heart thumping in her chest until she was well down the street. She didn't dare glance back, knowing that if she did and she saw him still there, she wouldn't be able to slow down, and she desperately needed to slow down.

The exhausted teen slowly jogged the last block to her house. She had wanted to run the last part but the extra energy she expended to pass the pervert had taken all she had. The sensation that washed over her as she slipped through the side gate into her own backyard was like bliss. She bent over to catch her breath but scurried inside the moment she sensed Max sniffing at her.

She was upstairs in moments, safe within her room, standing at attention in front of her computer. She had filled her glass with water as she passed through the kitchen but she first needed to get her breath back. It was 7:03, three minutes past when she should have returned but she had made up a little time. She was thankful for that at least.

She took a small drink of her water, desperate to wet her parched mouth. The small drink turned into  a long one and before she knew it the glass was empty. Panting she placed it back on the coaster and resumed her position. 7:09, she had one more minute before she had to... What did she have to do next? It was either shower or play with her pussy. She would need to check.

Shower, she read once the clock had ticked over the last minute. A cold shower, she reminded herself when she stepped inside the bathroom. She had peeled off her exercise outfit before she left her room as she had been told. She was only allowed to dress or undress in her room and Katie knew why. The damp towel felt uncomfortable wrapped around her but she was glad for its protection nonetheless.

Right, 5 minutes to get this over and done with. She knew she wasn't going to spend 5 minutes in the shower, no fucking way. She would be in and out of that frigid rain as quickly as possible.

True to her word, Katie was in and out of the shower in record time. She washed herself thoroughly, the spectre of the inspections Lauren had mentioned still hovering in the back of her mind. She needed the shower, of that there was no doubt. Her lithe young body had been drenched in sweat from the exhausting run and it was only as she stepped from the shower and dried herself that her heartbeat was finally coming back to normal.

She was back in her room at 7:14, sat on her chair, vibrator in hand. This was the moment she had been dreading. The moment that would start her arousal afresh. She didn't want to be wet all day. She didn't want to have to think about her pussy constantly.

The moment the clock ticked 7:15, her fingers tentatively touched the top of her pussy, caressing the tiny clit, hidden beneath its hood of delicate skin. She moaned at the very first touch, the anticipation she had felt as she waited increasing the sensation. Her fingers moved faster and harder, sliding across the small button, tapping it gently.

She turned the vibrator on then, pressing it immediately to her flesh. She could not stifle the groan of pleasure that escaped her. It had been building ever since that very first touch. She closed her eyes as the ecstasy grew. She pressed the small silver bullet against her slit, sliding it around the hard bud before letting it come to rest above, pressing it against the base of her clit, losing herself in the tiny vibrations that pulsed along its length.

Katie opened her eyes, mortified at the sight before her. The clock on the computer read 7:21. She had gone over time. She had fucking gone over time. She was in trouble now. If there was one thing she couldn't afford to waste time on this was it. Lauren would definitely have something to say about this.

The frantic teen twisted the end of the vibrator, not realising until now just how noisy it had been. The room was deathly silent, the lack of sound heightened by how loud the tiny vibrator had been. Surely it could be heard outside her room. She had always used it under the covers for a reason.

She slid the vibrator across the desk as she jumped up from her chair. She couldn't waste any more time worrying now. If she had earned a punishment then there was nothing she could do. if someone had heard her pleasuring herself, then there was nothing she could do. The only thing she could do now was stick to her schedule as best she could.

Katie quickly referenced the blog that would tell her what to wear, not trusting her memory of the night before. Skirt, blouse, bra, shoes, socks, earrings. No panties, she lamented as she dressed hurriedly, berating herself yet again for being so stupid the night before. At least Lauren had chosen sensible shoes for her. She really didn't think she could have coped with wearing heels, this skirt and no panties. Not to school, well not anywhere but especially not school.

Dressed, hairbrushed, light touches of makeup on. She was ready to face the day, well as ready as she would ever be. She looked directly at the webcam before leaving the room, but not able to sense her owner this time. Was she watching or was she getting ready for school too.

Breakfast was a bland bowl of bran that she forced herself to eat, but at least it finally gave her the chance to catch up on the time she had wasted. She was back in her room two minutes early and hurriedly packed her bag, making sure to add the carefully folded pages of lines and her dildo to the bag.

She still had to make her lunch. The ingredients her mother had purchased at Lauren's behest were all in the fridge, all she had to do was add them all to the container and add it to her bag. Two different types of lettuce, grated carrot, avocado, pinenuts, cherry tomatoes and a drizzle of olive oil.

As she closed the lid on the small tupperware container, Katie realised she had actually quite enjoyed putting the salad together. She only hoped it would taste as nice as Lauren had said it would. She had never been a salad fan, preferring her food to be full of meat. She would be eating this very salad, or something very similar, each day at school. It had to be good.

7:47, time to catch the bus. She was a little late once again but it was her first day. That wouldn't cut it with her owner but the young girl told herself she would do better tomorrow. She knew what to expect now.

Katie was at her stop more than a minute before the school bus arrived. She was lucky the bus only picked up once every couple of blocks. She had been two minutes behind. Lauren had set her schedule extremely tight and if the bus had collected her from her house, she would have been late. Missing the bus would have been... She didn't want to think about it.

The ride to school was uneventful. She was able to sit towards the back, with the girls from her own grade, thankfully able to stay well away from Pierre. She could see him at the front of the bus, staring at her occasionally. He was such a creepy little fuck. Probably thinks we are best friends nowafter sitting next to him once, katie thought. Freak.

Karen Henderson was on the bus, sitting on the back seat, surrounded by her friends as if they were her entourage. Katie looked her way and smiled meekly, hoping that her worst fears were unfounded. Karen smiled sweetly back at her, giving Katie hope that she had simply been paranoid in thinking the popular girl had known what she had been doing in the restroom. The very memory made her blush.

The moment Katie had looked away, she heard furious whispering from the rear of the bus, followed immediately by the unmistakable sound of girlish laughter. The kind of laughter that was trying to be stifled: the hushed, furtive laughter of teenage girls. Girls who were laughing at her, Katie knew it. Karen had known what she had done and now her friends did too. How long was it before her entire grade knew, the entire school. Her day had not started out well, and it was only getting worse by the minute.

She couldn't wait to get off the bus, rushing out of her seat before it had even stopped. She was due at her locker in, 6 minutes or so her phone said. She didn't have any time to spare for worrying about her reputation. She hoped she was being paranoid, it wasn't like she didn't have a history of it, but the evidence was mounting against her. Denial was now all she had, that and the protection of her owner and Katie wasn't sure how useful that would be right now.

Didn't she have to trust her owner? Didn't her owner know best? She still carried the pieces of paper on which she had written those words so many times. She thought of them again now as she sped towards her locker. The thought of seeing Lauren again made her heart skip. Would she be waiting for her to report?

When she arrived, somewhat breathless from her headlong rush to make her time, Lauren was not there. Miranda was, packing her own books and miscellaneous paraphernalia into her locker.

"Hey Kat-, woah what did you do?"
"Oh hey Miranda. Um, oh I got my hair cut?" Katie blabbed, realising after a moment what she was talking about.
"Wow, it looks really different. I mean, don't get me wrong Katie, it looks amazing. It's just that you look like a different person. What made you do it?"
"Oh it was just time for a change," she said feebly, already struggling with the lies she would need to tell.
"You look really pretty, like y'know you were pretty before but now it's like the guys are really going to notice you. I already saw Tom Mason check you out before."

Tom Mason? Not quite star quarterback but one of those receiver guys that caught the ball a lot and made lots of touchdowns. He usually dated cheerleaders, girls like Karen. She wasn't in Karen's league, new haircut or not. It didn't matter anyway, she belonged to Lauren. It didn't matter who was interested in her.

"Yeah, believe it Katie. There's something different about you and it's not just the haircut. Oh my god, you and Pete didn't?
"No way. Miranda! Pete and I were just friends. He kissed me once but that's it. Nothing's ever gonna happen there."
"Ok, ok, well there's something," Miranda smiled wickedly, letting Katie know this was far from over.

If only you knew, Katie thought. Fucking Pete, as if. The very thought of it made Katie laugh. But what had Miranda picked up on? Was she different now? Had making love to Lauren changed her in some way? She had lost her virginity! The thought hadn't even crossed her mind before. It didn't matter that it was with a girl, she had sex with another person, more than once. Girl or no, she was not a virgin anymore. Could you really tell?

Or maybe it was the way she was dressed. This was definitely the sexiest she had ever dressed to school. Someone brushed past her, their bag causing her soft skirt to swish and billow as it was caught in the draft. The fact that underneath that thin garment she was naked, more naked than she had ever been now that her sex had been bared of all it's hair, came crashing back to her. She thought back to how she had all but run to reach her locker in time, how her skirt had moved then, brushing the back of her thighs with each hurried step.

She had to be more careful. The skirt was only short, coming barely halfway to her knees, the danger of exposing more than she cared to reveal, more than was decent, put her instantly on edge. She packed her books and lunch into her locker, keeping only the small bag she took to class, containing her dildo, as always, but now it also held the three pages of lines she had written out the night before. The things she had to worry about just kept increasing.

 The anxious schoolgirl looked around for Lauren, wondering finally if she was even supposed to see her before school. Maybe reporting to her locker was just how it sounded, she had to report to her locker, not to Lauren. It was time to get to class, with Lauren still not in sight, Katie headed off to her first class, a great many thoughts and concerns swirling around inside her brain, but foremost among them was when she would get to see her owner.

*  *  *  *  *

Her heart skipped a beat. Lauren was there, in her usual spot towards the front of the class. It had taken until third period to see her and the wait had been an anxious one, filled with worry and doubt. Katie visibly relaxed when she saw her owner. She hadn’t realised she was so tense but a great weight seemed to fall from her as she watched Lauren chat away to a small group of people sitting around her. Katie wanted desperately to go over to her, but she knew she couldn’t. She had thought long and hard during the two periods of that morning and she had come to a decision, an epiphany almost.

She had been a fugitive, these last few days. On the run from herself. She liked Lauren and she wanted to be her friend. More than that, she wanted to be Lauren’s best friend and she wanted the same in return. Katie knew that there was one great impediment in the way: her behaviour. Lauren was definitely set upon the course of making her a slave. She had come to terms with that too. She didn’t like it and didn’t accept that it was inevitable but she knew that this was the confinement within which she had to work. She needed to obey and be as good as she could, impress Lauren and get her to like her more and more. If only she would see how much they really did like each other, she would surely wish for the whole slave thing to dissolve, to stay in the past as an exciting chapter in their friendship but one that was over. All she needed to do was keep Lauren happy, make her smile and laugh and show her how much she cared and then… Then they could be together without the rest of it.

First though she needed to serve her owner. She needed to do what Lauren wanted, when she wanted and the way that she wanted. She was already doing it anyway, she didn’t have a choice. But if she really tried, really put herself into it, then she was sure she could make her owner happy. If she served really well, Lauren would come around eventually.

Katie almost didn’t notice that the lesson had started. Mr Kennedy had already called for the homework to be passed forward and Katie dug in her bag for her completed equations. It was the first time in a long time, maybe ever, that she would be handing in her maths homework actually completely done. She paused for a moment as she found the folded lines that she had written the night before, espousing the creed to which she knew she must adhere. My owner knows best, Katie mused as she dug further into her bag for her homework.

She sat up in surprise when the folded paper was wrenched from her hand. Marcus had been waiting for her to hand him her homework and the first piece of paper she produced from her bag was good enough for him. She sat dumbfounded for a moment, too dazed to move. Her lines, the lines she had written for Lauren. They were being passed forward to Mr Kennedy. She had to do something. Move, you fucking idiot. MOVE. Katie sprang from her chair as if propelled by a rocket. She was almost to the front of the class before she knew it. She snatched her lines from the girl holding them, not even noticing who it was. It was only once those lines, those three pages of incriminating text, were in her possession once again that the fog that had descended on her senses finally cleared.

“Katie Thomas, what do you think you are doing?” Mr Kennedy asked, staring at her, as was the entire class.
“Um, Mr Kennedy, um. It was Marcus, Sir. He just took the wrong stuff. It wasn’t my homework. See this is my homework but this isn’t and I was just, um getting it back. This is my homework,” Katie ended feebly, handing her actual homework to the teacher with her left hand while her right clenched tightly around the small square of folded paper. No one would be taking it from her again.
“Well Miss Thomas, you can wait here while I mark your homework first, seeing that you are so eager.”

Katie shuffled to the teacher’s desk and stood beside it while he sat down and marked her homework. She kept her eyes on the desk, unable to force herself to look anywhere else. She knew the whole class was watching her. The heat in her face let her know that she was almost glowing with the humiliating blush that she could not control. She was normally so quiet in class, especially in maths. She never wanted to get called on. Mr Kennedy was a good teacher but he liked students to come to the board and do equations and she had so far studiously avoided being one of his victims. She knew, she just fucking knew, that was about to change. She was already standing in front of the-

Shit! Katie began to tremble, her palms becoming clammy as the anxiety descended upon her. She was standing at attention. She hadn’t even thought about what she was doing. Her eyes almost flicked to Lauren, to gauge her reaction and to seek some comfort. But she could not. Her face burned with an intensity she could not fathom. She must be as red as a tomato now. She was actually standing at attention in front of the whole class, her legs spread to shoulder-width and her hands behind her back. How could she have just stood like that, automatically? The class was silent. That in itself told her that something was wrong.

Holy shit, what if it was something more than just her standing at attention? What if, no her nipples were not hard. Oh god, what if a tiny dribble of her cream had run down her leg, past her skirtline? Don’t be so stupid, you would have felt it. Besides, you aren’t that turned on. Wet, yes. But not enough to do that. The lack of panties was fuelling the growing paranoia, heightening it to a point where she almost felt nauseous. Please let this be over soon, please. God, what if Mr Kennedy wanted to see the other piece of paper. She would run from the room and hide before she would relinquish her lines to anyone but Lauren. Detention or not, punishment or not, no one would read those pages but her owner.

“Well Katie, this is exceptional. Fifteen out of fifteen. Excellent work. I must say though, it is very different from the norm. What was your last score?”
“Urgh,” Katie gurgled, her throat dry and constricted by the panic that had risen inside her. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Um, eight Sir.”
“Yes, always enough just to pass but never enough effort to actually stand out. I think you have been foxing us all Katie. Take your seat. Class, there is an equation on the board. Solve it while I mark the rest of these. If you understood the homework, really understood it, you shouldn’t have any trouble.”

Katie scurried back to her seat, desperate not to be the focus of every pair of eyes in the room for one second longer. She flopped into her chair, cringing as the bare skin of her buttocks and thighs impacted on the hard plastic seat. The lack of panties was a constant concern for the young schoolgirl, buzzing around the edges of her consciousness like an annoying mosquito, every now and then coming into clearer focus. She felt it’s sting now as she shifted on her seat, wanting to adjust her position and flip her skirt up under her behind but unable to move. She needed people to stop looking at her, any movement would just draw their attention once again and she didn’t need anyone seeing she wasn’t wearing panties. All it would take is that momentary glimpse as she flipped the short skirt under her.

So she sat still, stuffed her lines back into her bag, deep into her bag, and copied down the equation on the board. This was something she could do. She needed a distraction, desperately. If people didn’t stop looking at her she felt she would go mad. Katie tried to forget the outside world and focus on the equation she had been set. The hours she had spent yesterday paid off and she was able to solve it, despite the distractions that threatened to overwhelm her.

“Huh?” Katie said dazedly.
“Well Miss Thomas you do seem to be struggling for vocalisation today,” Mr Kennedy said, smirking as the class tittered. “Not to worry, you won’t be needing it for a while.”

Mr Kennedy held out a small stick of chalk, motioning for Katie to come up to the front of the class and solve the equation. She knew it and she was right. The moment she had left her seat in pursuit of her lines, her fate had been set. There was nothing she could do. If she stayed seated, everyone would watch her and wonder why. If she got up, everyone would watch her as she solved the equation. Everyone was already watching her, she could feel their eyes, almost as if their gaze was pushing on her with a physical force. She felt a trickle of sweat roll down her side. Her heart beat in a manic staccato and each pulse of blood through her veins felt as if it would burst from her fingertips. She was losing it.

Almost without conscious thought Katie rose from her chair, all her focus concentrated on her skirt. Her hands smoothed the soft material past her buttocks as she peeled her bare flesh from the plastic seat. The trembling teen edged forward, each step resounding loudly in her brain.

She felt as if she was walking down death row, the piece of chalk bobbing with exaggerated slowness in the teacher’s hand, beckoning her to her end. She swallowed, her dry throat balking at the action. She sucked her tongue to try and moisten her mouth as she took the chalk and stepped to the blackboard. All she could think about was what she looked like from behind, her pert buttocks covered by the thin material of her short skirt, the long expanse of leg she was showing, from mid-thigh to ankle. Everyone would be looking at her, wondering if she was wearing panties. But Lauren would be looking at her as well. The thought gave her strength and she tried to focus on the equation on the board.

Once her dazed mind had something on which to hold, it gripped tightly and refused to let go. Katie tapped away at the board, filling the blank space with a jumble of letters, numbers and symbols, the gobbledegook actually making sense to her. And there is was, finally: - sin x. She looked at Mr Kennedy. The middle-age teacher gave her a soft clap and took the chalk back, motioning for her to sit. Katie risked a quick peek at Lauren as she hurried to regain her seat, her entire body thrilling as if shocked by static electricity when she saw the smile on her owner’s face. She was smiling at her, at how she had solved the equation. She was making Lauren happy by applying herself to her schoolwork.

Katie hid her own timid smile behind her hand as she moved to her seat, where she stopped dead in her tracks. After a moment of shocked paralysis, she slunk into her chair, making sure her skirt was pressed tightly to the back of her legs as she sat. Her breathing started to get ragged again and she could feel the fever burn inside her, lighting up her cheeks in a burst of shame. There was a mark on her seat. A small spot right in the middle, the dried remnant of a small droplet of liquid. She knew exactly what had happened. The humiliation consumed her and she hung her head, toying with the pages of her textbook as she tried to rally her tattered self-esteem.

Her pussy was wet, that she had known, but it wasn’t real bad. She had been forced to play with herself that morning but she had moved on, almost forgotten the episode. She knew she wasn’t creaming but her bare sex was wet, wet enough to leave evidence behind. It was only small and it had dried while she had been at the board but it had happened. It couldn’t have, but it did. Had anyone noticed? The people beside her could have but she couldn’t even think of their names now. She had sat next to them for so long but right now they were just faceless people-shaped blobs, witnesses to her sluttishness. Maybe it was not from her at all? Maybe, it had already been on the seat and she just hadn’t noticed before. And maybe a polar bear would fall from the sky and crush her. Fucking maybes.

The rest of the class passed without incident but Katie barely noticed. She listened as best she could to Mr Kennedy, praying that he would call on someone else, doubting that she could have stood up again. That small mark on her chair had slowly grown in proportion until it covered almost the whole seat, a veritable puddle of secretion needed to create it. She couldn’t help herself. She knew she was being silly, but every time she thought of that small stain, she made it bigger. If she didn’t stop now she would have the whole class drenched in her pussy cream. She would have giggled if she wasn’t still so upset. She imagined dollops of thick white cream, dropping from the lights, covering the windows, dripping from the noses of her classmates, their hair plastered to their scalps by the cascade from her cunt.

So it was official, Katie thought, her mouth twitching sporadically as she tried to stifle the manic smile that seemed so insistent. She had gone insane. Her vagina had taken over her brain and she was now a sex lunatic. This was Lauren’s fault. She had ruined her. She looked up at her owner, one row ahead and three seats over. She was so pretty, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, high on her head. Several strands had escaped from the tie and her owner played with one of them now, twirling it around her fingers as she puzzled through the classwork. She was wearing a cute pair of three-quarter length pants, chequered in soft shades of grey, perfectly complemented by a tight green t-shirt. From this angle she could just see the curve of Lauren’s small breast, the outline perfectly captured by the tight material of her shirt.

The bell rang, startling the young girl with its strident alarum. Katie sat in her chair, slowing packing up her books, hoping that she could be the last to leave the class. Mr Kennedy watched her, wondering what had come over the girl. She seemed a completely different person. She looked different, she was showing definite aptitude for the subject and yet, she seemed almost completely preoccupied. She was definitely one to keep an eye on.

“I’ll have my lines now Kitty.”

 Katie looked up at her owner, happiness and relief lighting up her face. 'Yes Miss," she responded automatically, scrabbling around in her bag for those three small pieces of folded paper. Lauren had come to see her, finally. She had been waiting all day for this. It had been hard enough not knowing what Lauren was doing, but having her in sight, only feet away, had been torture.

The seated schoolgirl smiled as she handed her owner the lines she had written as a punishment. Those pieces of paper held a truth that she was working hard to accept. Lauren took the paper from her and walked out of the room without a backward glance.

Katie packed her books in her bag in a bewildered daze. At least she had seen Lauren, and she did seem happy. Maybe she wanted to check the lines first, make sure that Katie had done the right thing, that all her lines were present and legible. Katie had made sure, double and triple checking that there were 100 lines. Once her owner saw she had been good and complied then maybe she would talk with her more.

Right now though she needed to get to lunch. Mr Kennedy was starting to look her way and the last thing she needed was to be stuck in here with a teacher during lunch. Her bag packed, she hurried from the room, smiling meekly at her teacher. She collected her salad from her locker and made her way to the cafeteria to get the small bottle of water she was allowed.

*  *  *  *  *

"Katie are you serious?"
"What?"
"Salad? From home? You're not poor now are you?"
"No Dana, it's just healthy is all," Katie replied, unhappy that she had to answer these questions from her friends as well. Why did she even hang out with these girls?
"You're acting weird Katie. You get a new haircut, without telling anyone," Dana began, as if that was one of the worst crimes known to man, "then you are like some kind of teacher's pet in maths. And now this."
"Not weird really," Susan said, giving Dana a dirty look, "it's just like, you're acting different too."
"It's nothing," Katie pleaded, not wanting to get into this right now. She didn't want to be reminded of how different she seemed to everyone. She knew what they were talking about, but was so glad that they did not. She had realised she was a slut, and other people were starting to pick up on it too. She knew that was what it was, but there was no way in hell she would ever help anyone reach that conclusion.

Katie ate her salad in silence after that, not enganging in the shallow conversations her friends seemed to enjoy. She looked around the table at all the other kids, eating hotdogs and burgers and chips. She was eating a salad and would be every single day. It didn't taste too bad, a little bland, but the worst thing was that as she finished swallowing the last piece of lettuce, she was still hungry. She wanted a burger, something more substantial. Something meaty.

Katie watched as her friends got up from the table, looking at her and headed off to find a quiet place to spend the rest of the lunch period. She knew where they would go, but she didn't much feel like sitting near the sports field. She knew it would be foolish to sit on the low seats, the constant danger of her skirt moving and revealing her lack of underwear was something she could not even contemplate.

She didn't really want to spend time with her friends right now anyway. The fact that she had hung out with them out of convenience had been growing on her but the lunch today had solidified the feeling. She had always been the hanger-on of the group, always on the outside, the last to be invited, the first to be made fun of.

She had always wanted to make more of a connection, and she had tried. She had watched the effortless ease with which other people hung out, the strong bonds they made, the way they behaved with their best friends. She had known that she did not have that with her friends. She had always known, but Lauren had awakened something inside her. She couldn't fool herself anymore and maybe they knew that too.

She didn't know what she should do now. Lauren had left her no instructions on how to pass her lunch period. She wanted to be with Lauren. She wanted that easy comfort she felt when she was with her. Katie drifted past her locker, depositing her tupperware bowl before moving on.

The dazed schoolgirl found herself in the library. She had not meant to go anywhere in particular but her feet had led her here, back to where it had all began. Had she hoped to find her owner here? Lauren was probably off somewhere with her own friends, laughing and having fun.

Katie jumped when she heard the sms come through, frenziedly scrabbling through her bag. She was frantic to retrieve her phone, knowing that her owner wanted her. Her stupid fingers couldn't find the buttons and she wasted precious seconds fumbling with the small device.

"Room 9C."

It was from Lauren. Katie was out of the library before her phone was even in her bag. She slowed down once she was in the halls, not wanting her skirt too move too frenetically, knowing the potential danger if she did so. Room 9C, she knew where that was, almost on the other side of the building, near the chemistry labs.

Katie walked with a purpose, every step filled with trepidation but purposeful. Lauren was waiting for her and she mustn't keep her waiting. Lauren was waiting. The thought pushed her a little faster, her skirt swishing ever more violently. She adopted a speed that keep the soft material brushing the back of her thighs but still low enough not to reveal too much. The scurrying schoolgirl felt a flush of accomplishment at the realisation. She had managed to find the optimal speed to move in the short skirt. Yay, Katie thought, wondering what kind of medal she would receive for such a momentous discovery.

Her chest tightened as she reached her destination, room 9C. She took a deep breath and stepped inside, not wanting to waste anymore time. Lauren was waiting. The room was the typical lab, eight large square desks around which tall stools were clustered. Blackboard at one end, cabinets of apparatus at the other.

Lauren was hiding. The anxious teen stalked down the aisle between the tables but Lauren was not there. Her owner wasn't squatting down behind a bench, waiting to surprise her. The room was empty. Despair washed over the young girl, almost bringing her to tears. Was Lauren just playing with her, tricking her? Was she, this very minute, somewhere in the school, laughing at her. Giggling at the bewildered, hurt look upon her slave's face.

It was only then that Katie noticed the small piece of paper lying on the floor behind the very back desk. She reached down for it, knowing instinctively that it was meant for her. Lauren had sent her here for a reason. It wasn't just a cruel trick.

"Remove the green pen from your bag. Set your phone on the bench. Begin recording. Remove your skirt. Place the pen in your pussy until only the cap can be seen. Recite your name and the lesson that you learned. Remove the pen and leave it on the bench."

Katie looked at the note in disbelief. She had been worried about someone seeing under her skirt during the briefest of flashes as she walked. Now she would actually be without the skirt itself. She was in a classroom but the far wall was full of windows. There was even a small window in the door, though she doubted if she could be seen through that.

This wasn't her bedroom. There was no lock on the door. She couldn't do this here. This was a classroom. In her school. She looked at the note again, read it again and again. What if someone else had seen it first? What if they had read it and left it there, right now just waiting for her to comply only to bust in on her.

She read the note one more time before the real lesson finally dawned on her. She looked through her bag, finding the thick green marker that she was knew was not one of hers. It was thicker than her thumb and much longer. Lauren had planned this a long time ago. Katie had always been going to do this, always.

Her hands trembled as she set her phone on the bench, propped up on her bag and began the video recording function. It wouldn't be real great quality but that was not what Lauren wanted. This was part of her training, a lesson to be learned, a test to pass.

Katie took a deep breath and quickly removed her skirt, folding it and placing it on the very edge of the bench, picking up the thick pen in the same motion. She stood back, her eyes constantly darting back to the door, sure that at any moment, half the school would come marching in.

The pen slipped up inside her, smoothly and evenly in one long clean motion. Her pussy was much wetter than she had expected, she just hoped the pen would stay inside her. She pushed it one last inch with the tip of a finger, so only the cap was showing. Her plump pussylips gripped the smooth intruder holding on despite the slick coating that covered it.

"My name is Kitty. I must trust my owner. My owner knows best."

Katie flushed as she said the words aloud, thinking of the humiliation that would engulf her if they were heard by anyone but her owner. She had said them loud, knowing they had to be heard on the video but not knowing how loud that needed to be. They echoed around the silent classroom as if they had a life of their own, searching for a way out, as if her own voice wanted to humiliate her.

Katie couldn’t really believe this was actually happening. It was more like a dream than reality. She was half-naked at school, exposed from the waist down with a pen inside her. She could feel it’s slim length penetrate deeply, her soft lips hugging the ridged cap in a tight embrace. Her short video was over and she could feel the pen slipping out of her. She snapped out of her daze, grabbed the pen and slid it smoothly out, moaning slightly as she did so. Even that small noise reverberated around the empty classroom, making it sound like half a dozen young sluts were pleasuring themselves. Katie’s rosy cheeks burned as she dropped the slimy pen on the bench and reached for her skirt.

A loud bang from the front of the classroom sent Katie ducking for cover, her heart near bursting in her young chest. That was the door, she thought, her panicked brain working for once. The scene was crystal clear to her. Someone had come in, she was sure of it. She held her skirt in her hands, squatting down behind the wide bench. Her hands trembled as she tried to slip her skirt on without standing up past the top of the bench. It was an extremely awkward process and she was also doing her darnedest not to make any noise. She was fucked. Even if she got her skirt on in time, the fact she was in the room during lunch, hiding down the back would be enough to land her in trouble. The pen, covered in her juices and the video on her- Holy shit, her phone was on the bench and it was still recording. She hadn’t had time to switch it off.

She couldn’t worry about that, she had to get dressed. The terrified schoolgirl could feel the cool air on her bare buttocks and focused on getting into the short skirt. Nothing else would matter if she was found half-naked. Her nightmares had never prepared her for this. Katie scrunched up her skirt, making a thick ring of material. It was the only way she could see that this would work. She brought the skirt down low and stepped into it one foot at a time, barely lifting each off the ground. She could see her pussy during the entire process, the plump lips glistening and open. She really didn’t need that reminder, she had to focus. She slid the scrunched material up her legs and past her knees. How was she going to do the next part without straightening up?

The frightened schoolgirl leaned forward, resting her head on the floor, using it to balance her body so she could use both hands to slide the skirt past her buttocks. It was awkward and put her in the unenvious position of having her bare ass pointing into the air, even if it was only for a few seconds. Done, she shouted triumphantly to herself. She smoothed the skirt down, covering as much of her body as it would allow, a manic grin spreading over her face at the achievement. Yep, she was losing it alright. She had turned into a nutter for sure. How could she be smiling now?

Her skirt on, though twisted and unkempt, she took a deep breath and figured what she could do now. How long had it taken to put her skirt on? How much noise had she made? She listened intently but couldn’t hear any sound from the room. What if they were on the other side of the bench, just standing there? What if they knew she was there and were waiting her out? What if they had her phone? She had to look. She couldn’t stay crouched behind the bench all day. Holding her breath, Katie peeked above the top of the table, her head rising slowly until she could see over the edge.

Her eyes flittered about the room, frantically trying to spot the intruder. Nothing. There was no way she had imagined that noise. It was too loud and strident, she could still hear it, still feel the rush of panic she had felt before she dived behind the bench. What if it was just some kid banging on doors, just mucking around? She knew they did it, she had seen the boys walk down the halls, banging each locker and door, revelling in the noise. Boys! Well there was no one here now. Her heart was still pounding in her chest as she snatched her phone, turned off the recording and threw it in her bag.

Katie stood up, her knees still trembling with the adrenalin-fuelled fear that had gripped her. She grabbed her bag and headed from the room, she needed to get outside. She had been scared once already and she needed to get into the hall, once she was out of the classroom she would feel better, she was sure. She looked back once, her eyes scouring the room quickly, resting on the goo-covered pen she had left behind. There was nothing else there, of that she was sure. She could almost laugh at the panic she had felt, at the mad scramble to cover her nudity. Maybe if the fear wasn’t still flowing through her, chilling her veins, maybe.

Careful now, Katie peeked through the window in the door and, seeing no one, stepped out into the corridor. There were a few people in the hall, but none seemed to take any real notice of her. She started to walk away, as nonchalantly as she could manage, but the instant she started a normal gait she could feel the twists in her skirt, knowing it was not sitting properly. What if it was riding up in the back, or caught? What if she was flashing her ass? The young girl’s hands flew to her behind, smoothing down the soft cotton material, assuaging her fears. Her body was covered, it was just that the skirt was twisted a little. She tried to right it as surreptitiously as she could without stopping. She needed to be far away from room 9C before she attracted any more attention.

The bell rang just as she was turning the corner, the loud noise making her jump, her already frayed nerves not able to handle the sudden jarring ring.

Where did she have to be? Economics, snore. At least it would give her a chance to calm down. Nothing better for calming the nerves than to sit through a class on economics. It wasn’t totally true, it was just that Mrs Osborn had one of those voices. One of those droney, monotonous voices that could make anything sound boring. It so reminded her of that guy from that movie. She could just imagine Mrs Osborn saying “Bueller, Bueller”. It wasn’t that funny she tried to convince herself, wiping the smirk from her face as she entered the classroom. 

Before she had even sat down, her phone vibrated briefly, letting her know that she had received an sms. She had to check it, it might be from Lauren. Katie sat at her desk, glad that she had always tended to sit towards the back. She disliked having anyone behind her and had slowly been able to snare a back row seat in almost all of her classes. She smoothed her skirt behind her as she sat, determined to make sure there would be no further embarrassing splotches left behind on any of her chairs. The memory had her blushing and she hid her fiery face, bending down to dig her phone out of her bag.

“Where’s my movie?”

Katie could not believe she had been so stupid as to forget to send it. She fumbled with her touchscreen, naming the file ‘9C’ and sending it off immediately. She hoped that she wouldn’t be punished for her lapse, but felt sure that she would. Her day had started to unravel almost the moment she woke up and she had never quite been able to regroup. She tucked her phone back into her bag and slipped out a pad and pen, knowing, as she did so, that she probably wouldn’t write much this lesson. As she straightened up, Katie happened to glance forward.

The blood rushed from her face only to be replaced moments later with red hot magma straight from the centre of the earth. Gavin Preston was staring straight at her. Not at her exactly, at her pussy. The way she had twisted her body as she hunched over her bag on the floor, hiding her phone from view, had opened her legs wider than she had expected. Gavin’s eyes were so wide he looked as if they were about to pop out. Despite the incapacitating humiliation that smothered her, she imagined the young boy’s eyes exploding from his face and steam jetting from his ears, as if he was some cartoon character.

Katie couldn’t breathe. She felt as if a great weight had descended upon her, crushing her chest. She couldn’t think either. Her brain just whirled and whirled, images of Gavin’s goggle-eyes and her bare pussy were all that would come into focus.

The moment Katie moved, Gavin twisted forward so swiftly Katie wondered if he had been looking at all. She knew he had, her entire body tingled with the humiliation that coursed through her. She knew what he had seen. Her legs had parted enough to keep her skirt taut, providing him, and anyone who had cared to look, with a view along her smooth white thighs and onwards to her bare, pink pussy, nestled gently against the dark blue plastic of her seat. Her legs were together now, almost. She had left them slightly apart as she had been told, the current situation not enough to override her training.

Mrs Osborn had started the lesson but Katie wasn’t listening. She couldn’t stop staring at Gavin, as if she could somehow wipe away his memories, if only she tried hard enough. He was a geeky boy, thin as a rake, hair a dishevelled mess. The clothes he wore were always messy and always plastered with dragons and other weird shit. Katie had never really taken much notice of the guy, he had just been part of the school scenery, but now he had become a larger than life participant in the humiliating school play she felt like she was in: A Midsummer Night’s Slut, starring Katie Thomas as Kitty the Slut.

Stop fucking around and focus, the flustered schoolgirl chastised. You just got caught. Think. Gavin was a geek, not many friends, not well liked in general, but the friends he did have were a close-knit group, always together. They didn’t need anyone else, they had found their tribe, comfortable in the knowledge that they belonged. Well she belonged too, Katie countered petulantly. Realising only after the words had formed and solidified, exactly what they meant. The question was, would he tell anyone? If he did, would anyone believe him? If they did, what did that mean? If they didn’t, what did that mean?

She needed to talk to Lauren. She needed to tell her what had happened. She would know what to do. She would know what to say. She needed her owner so badly it hurt. The ringing of the bell intruded on her musing. The class was over already? Katie looked down at her open pad, the page completely blank, she hadn’t even heard a word that Ozzy had said. She looked in Gavin’s direction but he was already gone. The rest of the class was slowly moving out the door but Gavin was nowhere to be seen. He must have run out the door the second the bell rang.

Katie could feel the tight tingling in her nose that meant tears would start falling anytime soon. She fought them back, not wanting to let the situation get the better of her. Hadn’t it already? She had been trying so hard to keep her composure and make sure no one knew she was naked under the short skirt. All it had taken was a momentary loss. Had she been destined to fail right from the very start? She didn’t want to believe that. She couldn’t believe that. It wasn’t as if she was flashing her panties all day long every time she wore a skirt. So why now, when there was even more at stake?

She didn’t have time to follow that train of thought. A soft, prompting cough from the front of the room reminded her she was still sitting in a class that had already finished. She glanced at Mrs Osborn, her embarrassment unable to be hidden. Katie slid her pad off the desk and into her bag and scurried from the room as if it was on fire. She had another two classes before the end of the day and she desperately, oh so desperately, wanted them to go smoothly. English and History were all that remained to her. Two subjects she could breeze through with minimal effort. But she needed to be there on time. Lauren was in her English class and the thought of seeing her owner again buoyed her spirits, her feet gaining a girlish bounce as she hurried to her next class.

She couldn’t forget what had happened, not in room 9C and not during economics. The worried schoolgirl could not even forget what had happened at lunch, the apparent spurning by her friends had affected her as much as the humiliating incidents that followed. She felt more alone than ever. Despite the way she was feeling, she could not ignore her body.

She needed to pee. Her phone was in her hand before she had taken two steps. The sms sent, a few steps later. She needed to pee now, but she had learnt her lesson on Friday. She could not expect Lauren to answer straight away and she could not afford to miss out again. She had too much to do now, she had a schedule to keep.

Lauren was already in the classroom when Katie arrived. The agitated teen wanted desperately to go to her owner, to pour her heart out and seek comfort in her arms. All she could do was smile sweetly, hoping to convey all her feelings with that one small gesture. Katie took her own seat quietly. She looked at the girl Lauren was talking to.

As she looked away, unable to watch any longer, Katie realised she was jealous. The strange tightness she had felt in her chest, had eluded her at first. She had experienced so many strange sensations over the past week, but here was one she could identify once she had thought about it. She was actually jealous of another girl simply because they were talking to her owner.

She didn't feel anything bad towards her, she knew that. It was just that she wanted it to be her. After what had just happened, Katie needed Lauren to tell her what to do. She needed to know how to deal with it.

How had it come to this? Why was she having such trouble doing things for herself? She could if she wanted, it was just that... It was just that Lauren owned her now and it wasn't that she thought she should, it was just that she thought it was right. A slave trusted her owner and that meant for everything. She had to trust Lauren. She did trust Lauren.

"Ok everyone, take your seats," bellowed  Mr Sinclair as he closed the classroom door. "Today it's time to choose electives. There are four different books to choose from and the project will form the basis of 50% of the grade for the semester. Classes will be split for the rest of the semester. Tuesdays and Fridays you meet in your chosen class. Now the choices are..."

Mr Sinclair turned to the blackboard where the four titles had been written. Katie hadn't even noticed the writing before, but it didn't matter as none of it made sense to her anyway.

"Brave New World. Far From the Madding Crowd. Robinson Crusoe. Lord Jim. Those are the choices. There will be no others. You have five minutes to make a choice. Base your choice on the book you want to read, not on what your friends choose, or which teacher is taking which class. The assignments will not be easy so I suggest you choose wisely."

Katie had always liked Mr Sinclair. He had a strange syncopated way of speaking, emphasising what always seemed to be the wrong word in the sentence. It was a strange trait for an English teacher but he was definitely one of Katie's favourites. But this would mean for half of her lessons each week she might have a different teacher. She didn't want Miss Bolton, but it wasn't really up to her.

The moment the books had been read out, Katie watched Lauren for a sign, any clue as to what she should choose. She couldn't just stare at her owner, that would be noticed and all she wanted to do for the rest of the day was be as invisible as she could be. As the minutes ticked past the young girl became frantic, looking more and more often at her owner for direction.

What if this was a test? What if she had to choose the right book, the book that Lauren would choose. She might have been able to do it but she didn't know anything about the books themselves. She'd only even heard of one of them.

"All those for Brave New World, come and take a book. A couple of people got up but Katie ignored everything but her owner. At the last second, Lauren stood up and reached out for a book. It was easy for her, she only had to take two steps. Katie launched herself from her chair to grab a copy before Mr Sinclair moved on to the next book. She knew that everyone was looking at her now but there was nothing she could do.

She quickly took a book, aware of the teacher's inquisitive glare. She must have looked like an idiot jumping out of her chair like that but at least her skirt had stayed down. Her pussy, and it's lack of covering, was never far from her mind. She looked up meekly at her teacher, smiling apologetically, knowing she was being a distraction.

Katie was just glad that her face hadn't burst into a scarlet profusion as she was wont to do lately. Maybe she was getting over the maddening way she blushed whenever anyone looked her way. As she hurried back to her seat, a motion to her left caught her eye. She glanced that way, instantly wishing she hadn't. One of the geeks, one of Gavin's friends had quickly straightened up as she passed. That was the movement she had seen.

Katie knew exactly what he had been doing, the pen in his hand a dead giveaway. So Gavin had told. He had run out of the last class as fast as he could, eager to spread the tale to the rest of them. She didn't even know the guy's name but he knew hers, and he knew she wasn't wearing any panties. Surely his childish attempt to see up her dress had been a fruitless endeavour. He was a whole aisle away.

She felt the heat in her face as she sat down, her notions of some magical control she had gained over her own body, dashed in a second. What did it mean? How many of these guys knew? But what did they really know, they only had Gavin's word. Was that why they were trying to see? To confirm their friend's wild claim.

Katie almost missed what Mr Sinclair was saying, worrying too much about boys trying to look up her skirt. She would have to be even more vigilant now. If she could keep her pussy hidden, they would all think Gavin was a liar. She couldn't help the small tear that welled in her eye at the thought. She wasn't just a schoolgirl anymore. She wasn't just wearing clothes to school, able to walk around and be left in peace like everyone else. She actually had to consciously think of hiding her pussy, something that should never have even made it onto her radar.

Katie tried hard to pay attention to the class but it wasn't easy. Her legs were together, a good inch apart as her training demanded, but every time someone turned around she lost her place, worrying instead about if they could see anything, fighting the urge to press her legs firmly together. Lauren was only feet away and if she saw her out of position there would be trouble.

It just wasn't fair that this constant pall hung over her. Well, if you had behaved none of this would be happening. She wanted to tell herself to shut up but she knew she was right. She was still trying to cling to the outdated notion of fairness, despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary. If she wanted to think something wasn't fair, to blame someone for her current predicament, she need look no further than herself. She had rules to follow. She knew that and she was trying. She just hoped it would get easier.

It was at times like this that her collar began to loom large in her mind. She never truly forgot that it was there, the hard, unyielding ring always pressing on the delicate skin of her neck. But when she thought about Lauren, the rules she had been given and the way she needed to behave it began to consume her thoughts. She could almost feel the strong, metal band grow around her neck, hunging the tender flesh of her throat.

She reached up and touched it now, running her two fingers of her right hand absently across the smooth surface. She had worn her collar for almost a week now and she was still not really used to it. Would she ever stop noticing it was there? It wasn't like a normal necklace, there was a lot more meaning in that silver circlet than there had been in all the rest of her jewellery combined.

Thinking of her collar now only made her yearn for Lauren even more. She only wanted to talk to her owner. That was all. She wanted to tell her about Gavin and ask what she would do. She wanted her protection. She wanted to see her smile.

Katie looked down at the book she had chosen. It was a science fiction book, no wonder Lauren had chosen it. Something about the cover made her stare. Something about that shiny silver rocket. There was a niggling sensation, as of a memory trying hard to wriggle to the front of her consciousness. She clenched the book tightly, her knuckles turning white, as the memory wormed free, breaking to the surface.

Her fucking vibrator. Her goddam fucking vibrator. She hadn't put it away. She had just left it out on her desk. She could remember, in vivid technicolor glory, sliding it along her desk, desperate to stop pleasuring herself after she realised she had gone over time. She had been so flustered, so worried about her schedule that she had forgotten her cardinal rule: always put the toys away.

What if her mother had come in and seen it? What if her father had? She couldn't breathe. Her vision was clouding. Her belly roiled and clenched wildly. Her heart hurt with every beat. Droplets of sweat ran down her side before soaking into her shirt. Was she having a heartattack? She was going to die at 16 from the fear of her parents discovering she was a slut.

The bell rang, heralding the end of class. Katie jumped, startled by the sudden ringing. That fucking bell, she thought. It was starting to become the bane of her existence, but only because she was never paying attention. She had to snap herself back to reality, and at least the bell had helped with that. There was nothing she could do about her vibrator now. What's done is done. Knowing it was so was no comfort.

She packed her things away almost without thinking, her eyes tracking Lauren as she left the room. She would not see Lauren in her next period. If she wanted to see her, talk to her, now was her only chance.

Katie scrambled to her feet and dashed after her owner. She had not gone far and thankfully she was alone. Katie guessed she was heading to one of the advanced classes that she did, not the general direction her friends had taken. Katie caught up to her after only a few steps. Now what? This was as far as her plan had gone. How was she to get her owner's attention, without misbehaving.

"Excuse me Miss," Katie said timidly, her voice hushed, hopefully projecting only as far as her owner's ears.
"Yes?" Lauren said, stopping and turning to look at the suddenly shy young girl.
"Um Miss, in my last class, um Gavin Preston saw up my skirt Miss," Katie gushed, the shame burning freshly at the mention.
"How exciting for him," Lauren teased.
"Um Miss, yes, but I think he told all his friends and now I think they are all trying to see."
"Kitty, you mean to tell me that a bunch of boys are trying to catch a glimpse of your pussy?"
"Yes Miss," Katie whispered, her eyes darting around the corridor, deathly afraid that someone would hear. Lauren wasn't even trying to keep her voice down.
"Don't you want to let them see, bring a little thrill to their lives?" said Lauren, giving an exaggerated shiver as spoke.
"No Miss."
"Why not?"
"Miss, um because, um my pussy belongs to you and you should decide who sees it."
"Good girl Kitty. So that means..."
"Uh," Katie looked around her, as if searching for inspiration from her surroundings.
"It means that you must be punished for showing someone something that is not yours to show. Now get to class, you'll be late. Oh and Kitty, you may go."

Katie watched her walk away, dazed by the conversation. That had not gone the way she had wanted it to. Lauren didn't seem mad at her, but she wasn't happy. What did she expect? She hadn't really thought about what had happened in the same way Lauren did. Not until it had been spelt out for her. The humiliation of someone else seeing her most intimate body part wasn't enough. Now she would be punished for it. That ugly little F word was about to make itself known, but Katie forced it away.

She couldn't stay here and wallow in her despair any longer. She needed to get to class. At least she had been given permission to pee. Her owner couldn't have been mad with her if she had allowed that, just disappointed. As she hurried to class she realised that the upsetting effect her humiliating flash had caused her meant nothing to Lauren.

Her owner hadn't cared that she had been mortified by the experience, that she had struggled to breathe when she realised someone else knew she wasn't wearing panties. What was of importance to Lauren was that her property was seen without authorisation. She hadn't been joking and the punishment she would receive wouldn't be a laughing matter either.

Understanding Lauren's way of thinking was a shock to the young girl. Lauren did like her, she was sure of that. But only when she was being good. So that was how it was going to be? She didn't want it to be that way. She didn't wany anything to be this way. She wanted to be a normal girl, dressed in jeans and t-shirt, cruising through her teenage years like all the other girls she saw. That wasn't her life anymore. She had thought she had accepted that but she couldn't quite shake the feeling that this was all some big nightmare.

History passed without a hitch. She hadn't had time to make it to a restroom before class, only just making it before the bell rang. She would have to wait until after class, the end of school. She would have to be quick. She didn't notice anyone trying to look up her skirt during her final class, but she didn't recognise any of Gavin's friends either. Not that she knew all of them of course.

She had such little time and she needed to pee extremely badly now. It was torture sitting through the entire class not able to move. If she had been allowed to cross her legs, that would have worked but sitting with her legs apart made it feel as if her bladder was expanding into the space between them. The need to squirm, to move in any way to alleviate the pressure grew to almost unendurable porportions. She breathed an audible sigh of relief when the bell rang, ending not only the schoolday but the torment of her enforced stillness.

Katie had left the class without a backward glance, knowing she had to get to the restroom relieve herself and be on the bus in a few short minutes. Why did she never have enough time? She ignored everything as she dashed to the nearest toilets, ignored the other girls inside and ignored them again as she washed her hands and exited. Yes, she had made it. Bus, here I come she said triumphantly.

A strange noise attracted her attention. Out of the end of school cacophony there was one sound that had jarred. She looked towards it. Gavin and one of his friends were standing right near her looking at a phone. They were that stupid? Or desperate. They had taken a photo of her in this busy hall and she could tell from their lust-filled amazement that they had got the shot they wanted. How, she wasn’t exactly sure but there was no doubt they were staring at a photo of her, pantyless. Katie didn’t know what to do now. What could she do, other than blubber like a little girl? She could already feel the tears brimming. Now they had proof, her secret was out, but she would have to tell Lauren and…

The nightmarish train of thought was stopped in its tracks by the appearance of her owner. Lauren stepped in, snatched the phone and smashed it against the edge of a locker. The speed and fury with which she moved startled everyone, the whole corridor stopping to watch. Where only moments before there was a riot of noise and movement, stillness reigned. Katie looked at her owner, then at Gavin and his friend, then around her at the amazed and bewildered faces of the other students.

“You need to be more careful. Those phones are worth a lot of money,” Lauren sneered, breaking the silence.
“You can’t do that. Fuck, you owe me a phone.”
“Yeah you can’t do that!” Gavin piped in, adding his reedy voice in solidarity with his friend.
“Do what?
“You… You, you broke my phone,” he stammered, picking up the cracked pieces of his phone, cradling them lovingly in his cups hands.
“Nah, you must have been mucking around when you two were fighting over it. Must’ve slipped out. What were you looking at that was so interesting?”
“Um.”

Both boys hesitated, looking at each other and then at Katie. The trembling teen was still standing in the middle of the corridor, frozen in place, the tears that had threatened to fall, still pooling but their progress halted by the shocked turn the situation had taken. They both looked back at Lauren, then back at each other and decided that a smashed phone, and being the focus of the attention of so many people, was the best they could hope for from the current altercation. The sudden violence from Lauren was so casual that it left the boys, flustered and a little scared of her. She was only a slim girl, shorter than both of them, and yet the confidence that radiated from her intimidated them into silence. They looked at each other one last time before moving away, pushing through the crowd of confused onlookers.

Lauren smiled at their capitulation, assured of the outcome from the moment she had seized the phone. The little fuckers, fucking little fuckers. Trying to take a photo of her property. She wasn’t done with those little pricks, not by a long shot. Now if they had asked her, maybe she would have allowed them a better photographic opportunity. Lauren toyed with the thought, wondering if that was a possibility, turning it over in her head as she stalked through the halls, investigating every angle of the new scheme. There were pros and cons but she would have to weigh them very carefully and see how she felt about each. She had planned so carefully so far, now was not the time to slip.

Katie stared despondently at her owner as she walked away without the smallest of acknowledgements. As far as anyone else knew, Katie was just another bystander, witnessing some weird confrontation between Lauren and the two boys.  That was it, she thought with sudden inspiration. Lauren had not acknowledged her because then everyone would have seen and known she was involved. The flush of emotion that swept through her was overwhelming. She felt as if she had been lifted off her feet and was floating along the hallway, her feet barely touching the ground. Lauren had come to her rescue, she had protected her when she needed it the most. She had looked after her and made sure she wasn’t involved in the scene that was sure to be the talk of the school tomorrow. It had all been for her.

The ebullient teenager floated all the way to the bus. She was early enough, getting her usual spot a few seats from the back. It was funny how she managed to have a locker next to Miranda, and they sat together on the bus. In some ways the girl was more a friend to her than her so-called ‘real friends’. She wasn’t a pretty girl - carrying a little too much weight, hair just a little too thin and limp, pimples marring the soft skin of her face - but she was nice and she had always been friendly to Katie.

“What’s wrong with Karen,” Katie asked, having noticed the gaggle of girls huddled around Karen Henderson at the back of the bus.
“Ha, you know her. She’s got some deal with pens, you’ve seen em. One for every colour of the rainbow and then some,” replied Miranda, before leaning in closer to Katie and lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “It seems, that someone took one of them and spat on it or peed on it or pushed it in dogdoo or something. There’s quite a few versions. But get this, they left it in the lab, right where she sits for her to find, all gooey with whatever it was. Someone even reckons it was, boy-stuff, you know, when they…” Katie looked at Miranda, making short jerking movements with her hand. “So now they’re all trying to figure out what it all means. The popular theory is that she has a stalker!”

Katie heard the barely suppressed excitement in the bouncy schoolgirl’s voice, but it didn’t quite register. It was all Katie could do to keep breathing. It was Karen Henderson’s pen. She had stuck Karen Henderson’s pen into her pussy and left it on the desk for her to find. And now the hunt was on for the culprit. If anyone had seen her anywhere near that room she would be- She didn’t want to think about it. No one had seen her. No one could prove anything. No one but Lauren, and the video that she had sent her. The video that was still on her phone. She needed to delete it. She would have to ask Lauren if she could, plead with her if she had to. That was evidence that could be used against her, not only connecting her with the room but with the pen too, intimately.

“Katie you ok?”
“Yeah, just um, just got a little lightheaded for a second.”
“You know Katie, I gotta say, I really like your hair. It must have taken a lot of guts to do that. I wish I had hair like yours instead of…” She flicked the stringy brown hair that hung limply by her face.

“You could do a lot more with it. You need a good conditioner, something that repairs and strengthens. Maybe a hot oil treatment,” Katie replied, thankful for the distraction. She had been slowly sinking into despair, stricken by the realisation that she was now the Phantom Pen Defiler and she had a whole squad of teenage girls on her trail.

“You think? I don’t know anything about that stuff. Could um, could you? Uh do you think you could help me. I mean not do it or anything just, um tell me or give me hints or something.”

Katie looked at the girl sitting beside her. The drab jeans she wore, loose and baggy, the shirt and jacket equally as bland, equally as baggy. She looked like one of those girls from those make-over movies. All she needed was a pair of nerdy glasses, maybe some braces and she would be perfect, well and a little prettier. Those movies were so lame, but they definitely struck a chord in the teenage zeitgeist. Miranda had a lot to work with. She had a lot of areas in which she could improve. It would be a fun project, but she would have to ask Lauren. She couldn’t believe that Miranda was actually nervous about asking for her help, but she could definitely relate. She knew what it was like to have that nervous tension twisting and writhing in your belly, coiling upwards into your throat each time you tried to speak.

“Uh, I’ll have to see Miranda. I’d like to but I don’t have a lot of time. I have a job now and my schedule is pretty tight,” Katie tried to sound light and non-committal but she could see Miranda deflate, the light going out of her big doe eyes. “But I’m sure I can work something out.”
“Thanks so much Katie,” Miranda gushed. It was almost like a dimmer switch had been slowly turned down as Katie watched, but was now flicked back to full.
“No problem.”

She was a fucking idiot. How could she promise such a thing? She would be punished for sure. She had way overstepped the mark on this one, but she had felt so bad for Miranda. She had almost felt her pain, the terrible feeling of not being good enough, not being wanted. She hadn’t been able to do that to someone else. She would tell Lauren everything, she had to. If she was going to do anything with Miranda she needed her owner’s permission. If Lauren said no, what would she do? She would have to crush Miranda then. The very thought made her chest tighten, the frightening grip on her heart making her grimace.

Miranda lived only one street away from Katie and decided that today, with her new-found solidarity, she wouldn’t mind getting off a stop early and walking with Katie for a bit. Katie was happy enough for the company, she couldn’t get in trouble for that, but she had a schedule to keep and she was walking fast to ensure she made no more mistakes that afternoon. Miranda struggled to keep up, but never once complained about the pace Katie had set. She kept up a near constant stream of breathless babble, but Katie was content to walk quietly, listening to the happy schoolgirl talk. It was a pleasant enough way to try and forget about the horrors of the day. She was desperate to ensure that the afternoon and night would be hassle-free. It would be just her and her owner, so she was sure it would be ok.

“Thanks for walking with me Miranda. This is me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah thanks for walking with me too,” Miranda replied weakly, knowing it sounded dumb, but happier than she had been in a long time.

Katie headed into her house, but turned to watch Miranda skip down the sidewalk, her hands clenched excitedly across her chest. She wondered just what she had done, but there wasn’t time to worry about it now. She had a schedule to keep and she needed to focus. As she made her way to her room, she thought about her day, cutting it into quarters: morning, school, afternoon and night. If she thought about it like that it made it a little easier to try and remember everything she had to do. She wasn’t sure what was first, but she thought it was her exercises. She would need to check, and that was the first thing she did once she made it to her room.

Her morning had not been too bad, though she had been behind schedule. School had been a nightmare but it was just one line on the list and she tried to block it out entirely. Afternoon, this was what she needed to know, eager for at least one part of her day to go smoothly, adamant that this was going to be it. She was going to start taking control of her day now. Stick to her schedule without fail. The vow made, she read her first task: exercises.

Katie looked at the clock, she had four minutes before she needed to start. She quickly undressed in front of her computer putting her bra away and hurrying next door to dump the rest of her clothes in the hamper. She was glad no one else was home. She didn't have to worry about being seen naked.

There were still two minutes before she had to start exercising. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to start early. She would need to ask Lauren the next time she had a chance. Unsure of what else to do, Katie faced her computer, looking directly at the webcam, and stood at attention.

The first time she had been forced to stand this way it had felt strange and alien. It still felt a little odd, to be standing naked in her own room, hands resting obediently in the small of her back. Odd, but not uncomfortable. She had spent enough time like this over the last few days that her body seemed to have adapted.

Two minutes wasn't long to wait. She filled the time with thoughts of the coming tasks. Next she would have to play with her pussy. "Fuck." The word was out of her mouth before she knew it. She had totally forgotten about her vibrator. She looked now, searching her desk. It was there, lying against the coaster. Was that really where she had left it?

She remembered the panic she had felt that day at school when she realised she had forgotten to put it away. That had never happened before, never. She was always so careful to hide her dildo and vibrator. She had been so flustered that morning, so pressed for time. Yeah so pressed for time that she actually spent longer pleasuring herself than she was allowed.

Katie was glad there was no more time for recriminations. The clock ticked over to 3:30 and she dived into her exercises. It was nice to be moving again. Being still wasn't bad, but it reminded her of those times Lauren paid her no attention. She was soon sweating with the exertion as she counted the creamy pussy's of her first plank. It had become second nature to her now. She had done this so many times that she performed wihout fault. She still blushed the first time she vocalised her exercise mantra: Kitty wants to please. She wished she didn't but she could not help it. Her body no longer listened to anything she had to say.

Panting and gasping she stood at attention after the final set, her eyes moving immediately to the clock. 3:56. Yes, she was on schedule. She could take a little time getting dressed before she had to walk... No that wasn't what was next. She remembered the order of activity now. She had to play with her clit first. Now she had to stand here, panting for breath, and wait to play with herself. She could have taken a little break between sets, just a little one to get her breath.

Katie looked once again at her vibrator, the paranoia returning as she waited quietly. Had her parents seen the shiny silver bullet sitting openly on her desk? The very thought caused her throat to tighten. 4:00, pussy time. She tried to make light of what she had to do but it didn't work. She was still nervous, still not quite able to accept that she had to spend four minutes stimulating herself, whether she wanted to or not. More than anything else, it was this loss of control over her desire that reinforced her status. She was owned by someone else: all of her, all the time.

Four minutes passed in a hazey whirl of pleasure. She made sure she watched the time, her eyes never leaving the digital display, each minute ticking over with interminable slowness. Katie took right up where she had left off that morning. It had been so long ago, but to her pussy it was as if no time at all had passed. She was incredibly wet, her pussy pulsing as she focused all her energy on her clit. The moaning schoolgirl could feel the walls of her sex convulse, yearning to be filled. That would not happen until the morning and she joined her pussy in lamenting it's emptiness.

4:04. Stop. Stop. Vibrator down. Stop, she urged herself again, finally throwing the vibrator across the table where it skittered around as if alive, the vibrations amplified by the desk, her entire room now reverberating with the juddering sound of the tiny device. She reached out, shame colouring her face, and twisted it off. She wasted no time in stuffing it back in her hidey-hole and scrambling for her exercise outfit. She would need to get some more outfits now that she was exercising so often. She couldn't wear the same tiny shorts and top every day. They would reek before too long.

And once again she was behind schedule. It was seven past four by the time she headed downstairs to walk the dog. Her mother would be home when she returned so she would be able to lock the house when she left. She hadn't been told she was allowed to take keys and she had nowhere to put them anyway. She grabbed Max's leash from the cupboard, instantly imagining it attached to her own collar. The thought had burst unbidden upon her, exactly as it had done the last time she held the leash. She didn't want to imagine herself being led around like a dog but her thoughts were no longer hers to command.

Max came bounding over, tail wagging furiously, the moment he heard the door open. He was so happy to see Katie, so unburdened in his joy, that she smiled as she attached the leash to his collar, ruffling the thick skin at his neck the way he liked. She had just come from playing with her pussy and her scent was strong. It was only moments before the inevitable occurred. She felt his wet, insistent nose push into her crotch and did her best to ignore the sensation as his hot breath tickled the tender skin of her inner thigh.

"Would you come for a walk with me please Max," Katie said meekly, sounding stupid but knowing it was what she had to do. She took his persistent snuffling as a sign of agreement and headed to the gate. Katie looked furtively at the fences and neighbouring houses as she crossed the yard, worried that her submissive display had been witnessed. Dogs sniffed things all the time, but to see a young girl stand still and allow a dog to bury its nose in her crotch was not something you saw everyday. It would be noticed and it would be talked about.

The instant Max knew the walk was on, he pulled ahead, straining to get out of the yard and see the streets. He knew who the superior was here, confident in his status, even if Katie was not.

The path she tread, or on which she as led, was familiar and would become more so as she was to travel it at least once a day. She tried walking as fast as she could, but Max had other ideas. She had barely gone two houses before she was jogging behind the eager canine. He only stopped when he caught wind of a particularly interesting scent and Katie waited dutifully, each time, for him to sate his curiosity. She was glad fror the brief breaks, as they gave her a chance to catch her breath.

As she had that morning, the panting schoolgirl had to deal with the curious looks of passersby, only this time the number was greater and there were new additions to her audience. Kids were home from school and playing in their yards, lawns were being tended, gardens watered. The entire neighbourhood was buzzing with activity.

A strange force seemed to follow Katie, an aura of stillness of which she was the centre. She knew people were stopping to watch her, she could feel their scrutiny as she passed, their normal acitivities ceasing as they tuned in to the young slut parading her body along the sidewalk. She could sense normality snap back once she had passed. It heightened every movement her body made, both voluntary and otherwise.

She could feel her nipples start to harden under the tight material of her top, knowing they would be visible before too long. The swaying, hypnotic bouncing of her breasts consumed her thoughts, pushed aside only by images of the way her soft buttocks moved beneath her curve-hugging shorts, the gentle swish of her hair as it flounced with each step. She could even feel her shorts cup her plump pussy, knowing the slick smoothness of her lips was imparting its moisture to the elastic material.

She was incredibly grateful the strange man from the morning was nowhere to be seen. She made it home, panting and exhausted but knowing she had done her best. Her face was flushed but no one would be able to tell it was not from exertion alone. Knowing she was being scrutinised so intensely, eyes watching her every move, devouring her young body and its sensual movements, was not something she was dealing with very well. She had tried to focus on Max but that had worked for all of six seconds.

She knew what they were all thinking for she was thinking it too. With every bounce of breast, every rub of material on moist lip or tight nipple, it had pounded on her fragile psyche like the beat of a wanton drum - slut.

She needed to get inside now, not only because she had a schedule to keep, or to prevent Max from exploring between her legs. She needed to get inside simply so she could be away from prying eyes and the judgement they brought.

The moment she had let Max off the leash he had run around the yard, happily peeing on any standing structure he could cock his leg against. Katie used this time to get inside. The door was locked so she had to knock, looking backwards often, hoping Max would stay occupied until her mother came. She hoped she wasn't in the toilet or shower, or somewhere out of earshot. Katie's shoulders slumped in relief when she saw her mother through the glass.

"Hi Katie, taken Max for a walk?"
"Yeah Mom," Katie replied easing past her mother and closing the door just as Max came bounding up.
"I know you don't want to hear this from your Mom, and I know your Dad and I joke about it, but we are really happy and really proud of you. We know you'll do your best and that's all we can ask."
"Thanks Mom," Katie replied, not knowing quite how to deal with the heartfelt comment. "Uh Mom, what's for dinner?"
"Spaghetti and meatballs, hon."
"Thanks Mom."

4:48. Late. Katie rushed to her desk, shuffled her mouse to activate her monitor and stood at attention, the tension in her chest growing each moment the chat window stayed empty. She was still breathing heavily as she stood at attention. The sweating schoolgirl watched the minutes pass, keeping time by the slowing beat of her heart and the increasing nervousness that gripped her. It was almost five o'clock before her wait was over.

"Report." Not the nicest of greetings but what could she expect.
"Hello Miss. Dinner tonight is spaghetti and meatballs," Katie reported obediently.
"You will have a serving of spaghetti equal to what you can cup in your hands and two meatballs."
"Yes Miss, thank you Miss."

Katie had been worried that she would not be allowed any meatballs at all. They were the favourite part of one of her favourite meals and she smiled now, grateful to her owner for allowing her any.

"Kitty, get a glass of water and collect a damp washcloth."

Katie knew the glass she was to drink from and hurried immediately to fulfill her owner's command, returning via the barthroom. Once she was back in front of her computer she received the command to drink, undress and wash. The large glass of water was gone in moments. Katie could feel the cold  liquid running down her throat, through her chest and into her belly, cooling her from the inside.

Setting the empty glass down, the sweating teenager peeled the small outfit from her body. The cool washcloth felt blissful as she wiped away the sweat, both fresh and dried. It was amazing how refreshed she felt after the simple cleansing.

"Get dressed and begin your homework.  I will see you at 7:30."

That was it? She would be able to talk to her owner again that night, yes, but she had wanted to tell her so much. She had wanted to thank her for looking after her that afternoon. She had wanted to talk to her about her day. She had wanted to apologise for being late, those few times that she was. She had wanted to say so much and had the chance to say none of it. It was not the afternoon greeting she had been looking forward to.

She had to get dressed. As much as she wanted to talk to her owner she had been given a command. Hers was to obey, that was how she would make Lauren happy. What was she supposed to put on? She couldn't put her exercise outfit back on could she? But Lauren hadn't told her what to put on. What was she supposed to do?

God she was dumb. Katie leant over her desk and checked Dressing Kitty. Lauren had chosen an outfit for her to wear that night: black thong, denim shorts and navy-blue singlet top. It was a modest outfit, perhaps the least revealing she had, but there was no bra. her breasts were pert, she knew and enjoyed that fact, but without a bra she knew how they would move, knew what they would look like under the thin material of the singlet. This was how it would be now, she guessed. One outfit to wear to school and another to wear at night.

Katie searched for the clothes Lauren had chosen and dressed quickly in front of her computer. She sat, grabbed her schoolbooks and sat down to begin her homework. She didn't know how long she had to get everything done. Her mother would call when she started dinner so she could go down and help. As she began her maths she realised she wasn't sitting properly.

Katie glanced sheepishly at her webcam and spread her legs widely. She banished thoughts of punishment for the momentary lapse and set to work on her studies. She was finding that applying herself was providing her with insights she had not known she could achieve. Not everything was easy, but she found that if she kept at it; tried after an initial failure instead of just giving in, she would succeed eventually.

The call came  and the young schoolgirl learned how to cook spaghetti and meatballs, listening to what her mother said, following the recipe and finding that she enjoyed herself. She liked cooking. Making something with her own hands, bringing together a jumble of ingredients and making a meal. It was something wondrous and she regretted not learning before now.

She hurried back upstairs when it was all done, announcing to her owner that she was having dinner now, not knowing whether she was there or not but feeling better once she had. The meal was delicious, if she did say so herself. She offered to clean up and do the dishes, surprising her parents but, to their credit, they said nothing. They accepted that this was a new Katie.

The young girl made it back to her room a few minutes before seven. She had almost forgotten that, despite her owner saying she they would talk again at 7:30, she had a blog to write. The thought filled her with dread. Her first blog was stupid. What she had written sounded dumb and made her sound dumb. She had just been so flustered and even paniced toward the end. She had wanted to do so well for Lauren.

Katie sat down at her computer, this time remembering to open her legs the moment she sat down. She opened her blog ready to write. She had a minute or so before she had to begin and she tried to compose her thoughts and think about what she would write this time. She had thought about what the blog should be, about what Lauren had told her about it and she planned to make her posts more diary like, talking about her day. Seven o'clock, her fingers began to move.

Today was the first day of my new schedule. My owner set me a daily routine that I am to follow so I always know what I need to do and it keeps me from being idle, which is not a good thing. I think I did ok, I hope so but it is really for my owner to say. I was late for a few things I know but I will be better tomorrow i know. I know what to do now and I know what to expect. My run was hard but it was good, I really felt good after it. I know I will get better at that. I know I am getting fitter, I can feel it when I do my exercises. I had to walk Max this afternoon and that wasn't really a walk, it was more of a run. I know I am supposed to serve Max too so I asked him to come for a walk and I know he enjoyed it. I feel bad about how I treated him last week. It isn't his fault and with the walks everyday I am going to make it up to him. I let him stop everytime he wanted to and tried to go as fast as he wanted. I cooked spaghetti and meatballs tonight and it was great and it was really yummy. I can't wait till I can cook it for my owner.

Katie quickly read back over the entry for mistakes and then hit the post button. She found a few and hoped that there weren't more. She finished with less than a minute to go and sat back to wait for her owner. She still wasn't happy with her blog but she really didn't know what she was doing. She only hoped she wasn't disappointing Lauren too much with her dribble.

"Did you do all your homework Kitty?"
"Yes Miss, I got it all done."
"Good girl. You were thirteen minutes behind schedule today."
"Sorry Miss," Katie replied sincerely, a note of pleading in her voice. She wanted Lauren to know how sorry she was, that she wasn't just saying what she thought she should.
"You will make up those thirteen minutes before you go to bed. You need to learn that a slave must be where she is told, when she is told and must do what she is told when she is told."
"Yes Miss," Katie said resignedly, having already known what her owner would say.
"Kitty the homework your teachers set is important. Good grades will mean I don't own a dumb slave. The homework I set you is even more important. Completing my homework will make you better able to serve."

"Your first homework task is to to watch two movies: HW1 and HW2. These are on your computer in a folder called 'Kitty's Homework'. Watch them now and we will talk again afterwards."
"Yes Miss," Katie replied obediently, keen to discover just what these movies were, yet dreading it all the same. What was she going to learn now? How to iron?

The young girl, found the folder and opened the first movie. This was not going to be about ironing. Katie blushed as she watched two very pretty women lean towards each other on the couch and begin kissing. Lauren had put porn on her computer and it was her homework to watch it! Her eyes flickered to her webcam, what for she didn't know. It wasn't as if she could see Lauren.

The women were undressing each other now, kissing passionately. The blond looked very young, soft and gentle with a cute baby-face and tiny pert breasts that were even smaller than Lauren's. The brunette was so different. Her body was toned, tanned, tattooed and hard, her face angular, beautiful rather than cute; a classic beauty. She was also older, mid-twenties, if Katie was any judge.

She watched, mesmerised, as they undressed and moved from the couch to the floor. Nipples were sucked and breasts were caressed as flesh pressed against flesh. Katie leaned forward, unknowlingly closing on the action as the tiny young blonde moved between the open legs of the other woman and began to eat her pussy.

The hypnotised teen learned a great many things over the course of the next 30 minutes. She watched, captivated, as each woman brought the other to orgasm multiple times, using fingers, mouths and tongues. She wanted to look away when the pretty blond began to lick the older woman's asshole, but her eyes would not obey. The tight circle of muscle was licked tenderly, then with more passion before she finally closed her entire mouth over it and pushed her head back and forth as if to the beat of some unheard music.

Katie was flushed and flustered as the movie ended, the two women lying in each other's arms on the floor. Holy shit. H.O.L.Y shit. The young girl realised she had just watched her first porno. She also realised, with shame, that her nipples were hard and her pussy was tingling. She knew she was not only wet but creaming and she still had another movie to watch.

Her hand trembled on the mouse as she started the second homework video. The second movie was more of the same, yet very very different. Katie barely even saw one girl's face. Almost the entire movie was focused close in on a pussy, a slim-lipped pussy just like Lauren's. For more than twenty minutes that pussy was licked and eaten and tongue-fucked, the clit flicked and the lips sucked. She saw nothing of the cuntlicker but her face and mouth.

Katie knew why she was watching these movies, feeling terrible when the thought had first occurred. Lauren wanted her to learn how to eat pussy better. Had she been that bad? The thought that she was, that she was a failure at yet another thing, had almost distracted her from the action on her screen. 

She watched the woman continue to lick and suck even as the second woman came, violently, and Katie caught herself panting. Her arousal had deepened almost without her knowledge. The screen faded to black and the dazed teen sat there watching the blank screen, taking a few moments to regain her composure. The moment she closed the window a message popped on the screen.

"Did you find your homework informative Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, her voice breathy and sensuous.
"Your second homework task is marked HW3. You will choreograph a dance to this song. Your second homework period will be devoted to this task for the remainder of this week. We can have a chat afterward."
"Yes Miss."

Katie tried desperately to forget the sexual imagery that she had just watched, snippets replaying again and again in her brain. She tried and failed but succeeded at least in turning to her next task. She played the song once first, to get used to the music. It was a song she had never heard, latin beats and the words in both English and Spanish.

She had to actually come up with her own moves to the song? It wasn't that she found that particularly daunting, she had done it on her own for a lot of songs, just for fun. It was just that she only did this by herself. No one had ever watched her come up with a routine. Before two days ago no one had ever even seen her dance either.

Now that she knew the song, Katie stood up, pushed her chair out of the way and started the song again. She stood in front of her computer and listened, really listened to the music, letting it fill her. She moved her body slowly at first, remembering when the tempo changed, her movements slowly speeding up as her body became more familiar with the music.

She played the song five times, refining her moves, adding new twists and sinuous hip-thrusts with each repeat. She was puffing as if she had just returned from her run when she finally sat down in front of the computer after the final play. She had a basic routine, really unpolished and pretty sloppy but she knew it would work. She smiled at the thought, knowing that she may have a looked a little silly as she came up with the routine but she just knew it would work out. She had a long way to go but she could feel she had it.

"Very entertaining Kitty."
"Thank you Miss," the panting girl replied, not sure if her owner was teasing or sincere.
"It's time for your shower. Hurry up."

Katie reluctantly headed into the bathroom. She was warm now, a little too warm after the strenuous dancing, but the mere thought of that icy shower into which she was about to plunge made her shiver. She had five minutes but she needed only three. Her hands were a blur under the freezing water. Despite the vigorous brushing of the towel against her goosebumped skin, she was still shivering when she sat down in front of her computer, naked and pale.

"You owe me thirteen minutes. Get your pink skirt, hanger and all."
"Yes Miss," Katie replied, out of the seat before she had finished speaking. She quickly sat back down, holding the skirt up in front of her.
"Remove the skirt and lay it on the bed. Put the hanger against your breasts. Slide the clips in until they match your nipples. Good girl. Now put them on."

Katie had followed her owner's orders, her fear increasing with each command. She hadn't fully comprehended what was to happen until Lauren had her line the wicked metal clips to her nipples. She had never even thought a hanger could be used in such a way. Then again why would she?

She didn't know if she could do this. Lauren clamping her was one thing; a terrible thing that she did not want to experience again. But doing it herself? She didn't think she could. She opened the clip over her left nipple and hesitated. Doing this would make her a party to her own torment. Hurting herself like this was something more than obedience.

Katie looked at the screen, small tears begining to blur her vision. A single word was waiting for her in the chat. "Kitty." The distraught teen quivered, reading a world of meaning into those five letters. She took a deep breath and closed the stil open clip over her cold-hardened nipple. The grunt of pain that exploded from her reverberated around her bedroom. She panted, breath shallow, as she tried to deal with the pain spiking into her breast.

Katie dared not let go of the hanger, knowing the terrible pressure it would put on her nipple if she did. Her hands slid across to the other end of the hanger, frantic for some way out, knowing there was none. She looked desperately at the webcam before slowly opening the remaining clip. There was no escape. She had this coming. The sooner she made up the thirteen minutes the sooner this would end.

The young girl grit her teeth, the muscles clenching at the side of her jaw, and closed the second clip over her right nipple. Not only had the icy shower left her nipples hard and ripe for the clamps but her flesh felt overly sensitive. Katie released her breath in a slow, guttural moan, the throbbing agony in her breast almost more than she could stand.

"At 9:18 you may remove the clamps. Now Kitty, exactly what was going on after school today?"
"It was Gavin Miss," Katie began, each word an effort. "Him and his friend took a photo of me. It was up my skirt Miss. I didn't mean to let them Miss, really I didn't. I promise. I didn't want them to and I was trying to be good and not let anyone see. I'm sorry. I know I should be punished for letting someone see what is yours but I didn't know. I wouldn't have let them Miss, I didn't know."
"Hush Kitty. You are right. You will be punished. You are a good girl for knowing that but you should have taken more care of my property. Don't worry about that now. Why did you need to be reminded to send your movie to me. Did you not want to show me your obedience?"
"No Miss, I forgot. I'm sorry. I thought someone came in and I... got scared Miss. I," a particularly shape spike of pain surged into her chest, taking her breath away. The hanger had moved slightly, twisting her nipples down. She lost her train of thought, completely forgetting what she had planned to say. "I'm sorry Miss."
"So what you are telling me Kitty is that you were thinking more of yourself than of your owner?"
"Yes Miss, I'm sorry, it was just that, um I didn't want anyone to see your property without your permission."
"Oh Kitty, you're a funny little slut. Get some inspiration did we?"
"Yes Miss," Katie smiled briefly, her lips twitching in chagrin. Unable to do more with the pain still surging from her nipples like waves on an ocean of torment.
"How was your run?"
"Good Miss. I felt really good and tried to go as fast as I could and do my best for you. I had to walk sometimes but I jogged almost all the time."
"Good girl. And your pussyplay?"
"Um good Miss."
"Kitty, don't get all coy on me now."
"My pussyplay was really good Miss. My pussy was really wet and I really wanted to come, " Katie said, looking up into the cam, the unspoken plea clear in her wide green eyes.
"Would you like to come Kitty?"
"Yes please Miss," the naked teen replied, a spark of hope flaring inside her.
"Do you deserve to come?"
"No Miss," she said after a moments hesitation, knowing there could be no other answer.
"That's right Kitty. Greedy sluts don't get to come."
"Sorry Miss, I don't know what happened. I didn't mean to go over time, I really-"
"Enough. I am not interested in excuses for bad behaviour. I would have liked to see my pretty little pet come tonight but that can't happen now."

Katie hung her head in shame, the pain of disappointing Lauren competing with that pulsing in her breasts. She didn't think she could bear feeling this way. She imagined the look on Lauren's face, that small frown, those haunting blue eyes boring holes into her soul. Holes which she filled only with failure.

The distraught young girl composed herself, forcing herself to look back at the screen, fearful that she would miss anything that Lauren had to say. She didn't deserve to come? She didn't deserve anything. She had made Lauren feel bad, had forced her to miss out on something she had looked forward to. She wanted to say sorry. Something more than sorry. Her mouth was dry and she couldn't find the words. Tears fell, leaving shining tracks on her delicate pink cheeks, testament to the powerful emotions that coursed through her.

"Kitty, you had best be off to bed. We can talk tomorrow. Come to me in study period."
"Goodnight Miss." Katie said tearfully,

She blew a silent kiss to the webcam, not entirely sure why but wanting desperately to show her owner some affection. Hoping in her small way to assuage some of the pain she had caused. She looked at the time on the computer: 9:22.

Shit. She had worn these agonising clips on her nipples for longer than she needed to. She hadn't been paying attention, too wrapped up in the maelstrom of emotion that the revelation of her failure had caused. Without thinking, desperate to put an end to the pain gone too long, Katie reached up and simultaneously released a clamp with each hand.

The pain that shot into her tender nipples was excruciating. She threw her body backwards, tipping over the chair and writhing on the floor of her bedroom. Her face buried in the musty carpet: sharp, shallow breaths in, long pain-filled moans out. When she finally calmed, she was on her side, legs drawn up to her chest. The soft skin of her knees barely brushed her nipples, the small motion painful but the touch comforting.

Katie stood up gingerly, face flushed with shame. She wondered what she had looked like, flailing about on the carpet like some manic fish. The humiliation filled her, but the tears were from her pain. Her nipples still throbbed and she looked at them now, her courage finally up to the task.

There was a thin, dark line along the top of her nipple where the delicate pink circle met the pale skin of her breast. She couldn't see, but she imagined a matching line underneath. That was it? Her nipples had felt as if they had been squashed flat, almost pinched off and the only evidence of the near unbearable pain was a few small lines.

Katie scurried to turn the light off, replace her skirt and hanger in her cupboard and hop into bed. She was well past her bedtime and she didn't want to end the day with yet another punishment. Safe under the covers, she thought back over her day as the throbbing pain in her nipples slowly ebbed. Tomorrow she would do better. She had to do better. She needed to be on time, every time. She couldn't put that hanger on her nipples again. She knew what it was like now. Knew the pain it would bring. She didn't think she could do that to herself again.

She lay in bed, snuggling into her own heat, ever conscious of Lauren's absence. The empty space in her bed, the missing warmth like a ghost of her owner's presence, made her feel lonely and incomplete. She would have been allowed to come tonight, if she had behaved throughout the day. The thought brought haunted her and it was the last thing she had wanted to face as she tried to go to sleep, but her pussy had become ever more prominent in her thoughts of late. Katie could only attribute that to one thing. That one word rolling around her brain as the exhaustion of her body finally overcame her.

Chapter 12. Working Girl

Katie smiled, her whole face lighting up. Unguarded joy burst within her, filling her body with sparking explosions of electricity, leaving her skin tingling. She stood beside a table in the library, holding her bag behind her back, as near to attention as she could get. She had been shuffling and fidgeting, the anticipation as she waited for Lauren not allowing her the comfort of stillness. She had thought, momentarily, of sitting down but had dismissed it immediately, abashed that it had even entered her mind, however briefly.

When Lauren spotted the waiting teen, she smiled. Katie’s chest became suddenly tight, as if great cords of steel were slowly constricting her. Breathing came hard and her mouth went dry, her tongue feeling like a lead weight inside her. She could feel the beat of her heart pounding in her head and her knees went weak. She had to make a conscious effort not to drop her bag to the floor. What was going on with her? She was happy to see Lauren, sure but what was this? Was she getting sick?

The young girl stood dumbfounded as Lauren approached and sat at the table. She watched Lauren ease herself gracefully into the chair, waiting for permission to join her. It was in moments like these, when the most mundane of activities was denied her, that she felt her submission so keenly. Her gaze flickered tentatively around the room, gauging the potential witnesses to her demeaning service. The library was almost empty, most people using their so-called ‘study period’ as a chance to socialise, which is what she had done before becoming Lauren’s property. She was to be where her owner decided now. It had been a waste of time anyway, her friends had not really been friends. They had tolerated her, kept her around as comic relief. She knew they made fun of her, always behind her back but spilling out in subtle ways. She remembered the contempt she sometimes felt radiating from them when she said something silly. She never felt that from her owner. Lauren punished her, and chastised her harshly, but it was only because she had done something wrong. It was different.

“Sit. You look lovely today Kitty.”
“Thank you Miss.”
“Actually let me see that sexy little body. Do a little catwalk for me.”

Katie stood, looking nervously around the room. No one was paying them any special attention, a glance here or there but no one knew anything about what was going on. She self-consciously straightened her skirt and then headed down the aisle between the tables. She tried to make her movements dainty and sexy at the same time, doing her best to emulate the models on the catwalk. There was a delicate bounce to each step, more from the happiness she felt at being with Lauren than any real modeling ability, that caused her skirt to shift and sway enticingly.

Lauren admired the young girl. She had come a long way in so very short a time. She could see the growing confidence that Katie had in her body, the blossoming sexuality that she could not hide. All those months she had walked around, her little secret hidden safely inside her, there had been no change, at least none that Lauren could see. And yet, since becoming her slave, there had been a subtle change, a definite refining of the way she carried herself, an awareness of her sensuality. She was definitely a sexy little slut.

Her owner had dressed her in a short, grey tartan skirt, the soft wool feeling luxurious against her skin. A black shirt continued the theme of muted colours, black bra underneath and her open-toed leather strap sandals gave her an almost bohemian look. Katie had known she looked sexy, amazed that the modest outfit would appear anything but drab. The fact that she had been allowed panties, the bright red hipster briefs providing the only splash of colour she wore, had been a great comfort to her.

As she returned to the table, after performing a coquettish twirl at the end of her imaginary catwalk, Katie remembered the stomach-churning anticipation she had felt that morning as she checked Dressing Kitty to discover what Lauren had chosen. She had almost wept with relief when she had seen her near naked form, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny red panties, smile back at her from the monitor. She didn’t think she could face another day without something covering her pussy, not after yesterday. At least not so soon. She had not done well yesterday, and she had been worried that she hadn’t deserved panties but she trusted her owner. Lauren knew what was best for her. The impressionable teen looked to her now, seeking the seated girl’s approval.

“Sit. Very nice Kitty. That little butt of yours is delicious. Have you been taking good care of my property?”
“Yes Miss.”
“Exercising, brushing your teeth and washing that slut body of yours?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie replied, blushing at the personal probing in such a public place.
“How’s that pussy?”
“Wet Miss. It is a little creamy since playing this morning,” Katie said, her blush deepening.
“Good. Well what do you think of your schedule?”
“Uh, good Miss,” the young girl replied, taken aback by the unexpected question. Lauren remained silent, watching her expectantly. “It is a really good help to know what I should be doing and I am trying really hard to keep to it. I missed some minutes this morning, but I will do better,” she finished in a rush.
“Well Kitty, that is to be expected I suppose. I know it’s hard. You’ve been such a slack little bitch for so long that anything would be hard, but that doesn’t mean I should let you get away with bad behaviour does it?”
“No Miss,” replied Katie meekly, knowing that the Lauren was right, she shouldn’t be given any leeway.
“Looking forward to work tonight?”
“Yes Miss,” she replied, thinking quickly and deciding that complete honesty was required. “Kind of Miss. I’m a bit nervous. A lot nervous, really… and a little bit scared .”

Katie laughed nervously, a soft jittery sound, and looked at Lauren. She searched her owners face for understanding, longing to see the comfort that she needed, the small spark of reassurance that would put her fears to rest. She almost melted when Lauren smiled at her, those pale blue eyes glittering softly, containing a warmth that had become so important to her. It was a need that had been growing ever stronger, deepening and becoming harder to ignore. It was especially strong when they were apart. Katie knew that Lauren was only a few miles away but, when they were not together, it felt as if they were on opposite sides of the world.

“You’ll be fine Kitty. Just remember who you are. No homework tonight, but you still have your blog.”
“Miss?” Katie asked hesitantly, the uncertainty she felt when speaking out of turn almost preventing her from doing so.
“Hmmm?”
“Miss, I talked to Miranda yesterday. She has the locker next to mine and she’s a really nice girl and I like her, she’s nice,” Katie babbled, suddenly questioning the wisdom of broaching the subject once she had begun.
“That’s nice, Kitty,” Lauren said smirking. “This is going somewhere?”
“Yes Miss, sorry. I talked to Miranda and she isn’t pretty but she’s nice,” Fuck, idiot, think of another word, “but she doesn’t know much about, um, about looking after herself. She said she really liked my new hair and she thought I could maybe help her."

Lauren looked at her strangely. It sounded fucking retarded, Katie knew. It had sounded much better last night. She just seemed to get tongue-tied around Lauren and everything she wanted to say came out wrong or made her sound mental. She needed to try again. She couldn't have Lauren looking at her like that.

"Miss, I would like to be friends with a girl who has the locker next to mine so I could help her to look prettier and to look after herself. May I help her like that please Miss?"
"You have a very busy schedule already Kitty," Lauren said, watching as Katie's head slumped despondently. "What's this Miranda like?"
"Oh Miss," Katie said, her head whipping up in hope. "Miranda is really nice. She has always talked to me and treated me ni-, really good. She's really friendly and she does good in school and she doesn't have a boyfriend and I don't think she has many other friends either. She's a bit of a geek."
"And what do you think you can do Kitty?"
"Uh Miss, I could help her with her hair. It's not very nice but it could be. And she's a bit overweight and I could show her about exercising and-"
"What do you think you know about such things Kitty?"
"Uh Miss, um only what you have shown me in my training."
"Do you want to train Miranda? Do you want a little pet of your own?"
"No Miss," Katie spluttered, shocked at the idea. "No Miss, please, it's only, I just thought maybe I could help because she is nice to me and I wanted to be nice to her."
"Well, let me think about it. I can't have anything interfering with your training. Slut like you needs to be watched for backsliding. How many minutes behind are you today?"
"Um, three I think Miss," Katie replied, wincing a little at the admission.
"Well Kitty, until your behaviour is good enough that you can stay on schedule then you don't have time for anything else. After school you can point this girl out to me and we shall see."
"Thank you Miss, thanks so much."
"I haven't given you anything yet. It's all up to your behaviour."
"I know Miss, thank you just for, um, the opportunity to prove to you that I can be good."
"Ok my little slut, run along and play with that pussy for me. Four minutes, then come straight back. You can leave your bag here, I will look after it. You'll only need your dildo."

Katie looked at her owner, sitting casually across the table. She wasn't joking or being silly. The look on Lauren's face was serious, with maybe just a hint of mischief pulling at the corners of her mouth. She leaned down and reluctantly drew forth the small black felt bag that held her dildo. She had no pockets, no way in which to hide it. It was too long to be disguised in her hand. She would be walking through the school, dildo in hand. Anyone who saw her was sure to know what it was. She looked once more at her owner, her reluctance radiating from every pore.

"Hurry up Kitty, you've only just got enough time to get back here before the bell."

Katie stood up and walked purposefully from the library. The nearest restroom wasn't too far away and it was a study period so most of the school would be in class, but still. The fear of discovery gripped her like an iron fist as she walked past the other students in the library. She couldn't help but think their hushed whispers were about her. She tried to hide the dildo bag along her arm as she passed but she could feel the heat that coloured her cheeks as the humiliation of what she was doing deepened.

Was this a punishment for being so bold as to ask about Miranda? She hadn't meant to be rude or disrespectful she just wanted to help. The thought of another girl she could talk to and be friends with, real friends, was enticing to her. She had never meant anything like what Lauren had said. She didn't want anything but friendship. She didn't want any other girls to be like her, forced to do things, like play with their already wet pussy at the whim of a classmate.

That's all it was, Katie was sure. Lauren wouldn't have her play with her pussy as a punishment. There were different ways, better ways, to teach her a lesson. She hurried into a stall, her stall she realised. The very same stall to which she had been sent on that very first errand. Shit, that was only a week ago. The bewildered teen couldn't believe that so much had happened to her, been done to her, been forced upon her, in that one short week.

Her panties were down and off the moment the door closed, the dark patch in the crotch of the small red panties testament to her unbridled arousal. It was crazy that she wasn't allowed to come. And it was her fault. She needed to so badly she could almost taste the desire. And now she was going to make it worse. Every brief session without release made it harder and harder to bear. She already had trouble staying focused on her schoolwork, finding her mind drifting off into daydreams, X-rated wanderings. The only time she could keep it under control was when she had a task to perform, or was trying desperately to keep to her schedule. Even then it was a dull throb that sat in the background, like the heavy bass drum of some distant music.

Her panties hung from the door-hook, followed soon after by the dildo bag. She didn't have any time to waste, and now that she was this close, her smooth pussy bared, the cool, hard shaft of the dildo in her hand, she acted on instinct. She rested her head against the door, pushed her ass out behind her, flipping her skirt onto her back in the process, and slid the bumpy glass toy inside her.

The plump young pussy accepted the intruder, lips parting smoothly, the juices of her arousal allowing the dry shaft to slide along the slick length of her vagina without any resistance. Katie moaned as her cunt was filled. Her inhibitions were gone, driven back by her overwhelming desire. The humiliation that burned her young skin was still there but even that had been pushed into the background, now mere white noise to the desperate, insistent pounding of her arousal.

Wait! How long had she been in here already? What had just happened? She had lost all track of time. Shit, she panted, fearful now that she had been too long. She slipped the dildo from her pussy with a soft slurp and straightened up, aghast to realise that as her movements became fuelled by her rising passion, she had spread her legs wider and wider. They almost touched the edges of the stall now, splayed obsecenely wide. What would it have looked like from outside the stall? Anyone looking would have known, without a doubt, that she was not sitting on the toilet.

Katie quickly cleaned the dildo. Her humiliation rushed back in at full force as she removed the thick smears and dollops of her cream from the smooth glass ridges. She couldn't stop the tiny, barely audible moan that escaped her lips as she tasted her sex, instantly wondering how loud she had been only moments before. If she hadn't remembered spreading her legs, then...

She quickly replaced the saliva-slick toy into its trusty bag and slid her crumpled panties back up her legs. They really were small. She wasn't entirely sure they were the right size, barely covering the top of her slit. They were what Lauren had chosen though, and that was all that mattered. Panties on, dildo bagged. Katie smoothed down her skirt and checked her shirt. Her nipples were raging hard, but her bra hid most of the telltale stiffness. What would have been two large spikes, tenting the tight material of the shirt, were merely small bumps, still recognisable but only up close. Or so Katie told herself.

She could have kissed someone when she exited the stall to find the restroom empty. She was sure, as she thought more about it, that she had made noise, a not insubstantial amount of noise, as she thrust the dildo inside her. She still wasn't sure what had happened, knowing only that she had lost control, adrift in the depths of her desire. Her pussy was soaking wet, her small panties dampening with each passing moment, absorbing the liquid evidence of her arousal. Her lips had been dripping when she so abruptly ended the session. She hadn't thought to clean them as she was allowed and it was too late now.

Her face was flushed and her eyes still wide from the intense session when she came back to her owner. Lauren was seated in the same place, reading a textbook, not even watching her slave's return. Katie waited by the table for permission to sit, hoping that her lapse of concentration had not kept her too long. It was more than a minute before Lauren gave her leave to sit, not even looking up from her book.

"How's that pussy now Kitty?
"Um, very creamy Miss. My pussy is soaking my panties."
"Good girl."

Katie felt a rush of emotion at the words. The strange power Lauren's words had over her constantly caused the young girl consternation. She was actually flushing with pride at her owner's praise. Praise for what? For having a freakishly wet pussy? For creaming like a slut? She was ashamed that she felt pride at such a thing, at the praise itself but most of all at the fact that her body was like this.

What did she expect? For her pussy to be as dry as a desert? How could it be after what she had done? Been forced to do, she corrected, her shame dredging up the thoughts of her lack of consent, thoughts that were hidden deeper and deeper as time passed. it was getting harder to remind herself that this was not what she wanted, that she was being made to do these things, that normal people had choices.

The bell rang and Lauren immediately packed her bag. "Come Kitty," Lauren commanded leading the young girl to the back of the library, into the rows of shelves. Katie followed her owner obediently, stopping as Lauren did. Ancient Sumeria, she read on one of the extremely thick books beside her. They were back to where it had all begun.

Lauren leaned in and kissed the startled girl. The movement had come without warning but Katie's body responded instantly. Her lips parted to receive her owner's questing tongue. She reached for Lauren, wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. Lauren felt the delicious press of her slave's firm breasts against her own. This was only supposed to be quick, a small peck. The bell had rung, class waited. She forced herself back, pushing Katie's insistent body away.

"Cheeky little slut," Lauren said huskily, her own passion ignited.

She left her there, on the same spot they had shared their first kiss. Katie watched through eyes heavily-lidded from her passion, as Lauren swept down the aisle and was gone. She leaned against the shelf behind her, knees trembling and threatening to give way at any moment. Yes, she needed to get to class but that kiss... Her heart was pumping furiously, almost painfully. She had wanted to do that since the moment Lauren had entered the library, and now that she had, the war of emotions began afresh.

Thoughts of her slavery, of being a lesbian, of being a slut, of her outrageously creamy pussy warred with the undeniable pleasure she felt at Lauren's touch, at her very presence. How could she feel both things at once? She felt like she was being torn apart. Her next class passed as if in a dream. She could not even have said what subject it was. Her pussy throbbed, yearning to be filled, needing release. The young girl could not believe that desire could be this strong, that it could rule your thoughts so completely.

She sobered up as she entered the cafeteria for lunch. She headed to her usual table to sit with her usual friends but she found all seats were taken. Holly was sitting in her place. She looked at Katie with disdain as she hovered at the end of the table, lost and unsure what to do now.

"Sorry Katie, Holly's hanging with us now. There's um, sorry but there's not room for more."

At least Susan had the decency to sound ashamed. So that was how it was going to be. She had been summarily cast aside by the girls she had called friends for almost two years. How long had this been brewing? And why now? Did they know something about her?

Katie drifted away slowly, lost in her bewilderment. She found a seat at a table that was almost empty. Two girls from a lower grade sat together, talking and giggling, obviously the best of friends. Katie set down her salad and began to eat, not looking around, feeling alone amid the hubbub of the crowded room.

"Hey Katie."
"Hey Miranda," she replied, a little disappointed that it had not been Lauren but happy nonetheless for the company.
"Do you mind if I sit with you?"
"You don't have to ask Miranda," Katie said, happy simply not to be alone.
"Thanks. I saw Gavin and a sidekick heading this way and I thought you might like someone to sit with. Especially after yesterday."

Katie almost choked on her salad. Miranda knew she hadn't been wearing panties yesterday. If she knew then who else did. She rested her fork in her bowl and took a deep breath. It seemed the incident with his phone, instead of shutting him up, had made Gavin all the more eager to humiliate her.

"Sorry Katie, I mean, I didn't mean to upset you. He was saying some pretty nasty things about you yesterday is all. We kind of like some of the same things and sometimes we hang out but I don't like him or anything. And after what he said yesterday there's no way I will sit with him anymore."

Katie had forgotten that Miranda was a geek, liking science fiction and computer games and stuff. She was bound to know Gavin and his friends. What had he been saying though? She could guess but she needed to know exactly. She didn't want to know, she needed to.

"What kind of stuff?"
"Don't worry about it Katie. He's a real prick. Just don't worry about it."
"Please Miranda," Katie pleaded, trying not to sound too desperate but not sure if she succeeded.
"Well, he said, and this is only what he said and I'm only telling you because you said to. Well he said that you flashed him, um under your skirt during class and that you said that you would, um do stuff with him if he did some assignments for you. Gross I know."

Katie stared at her salad, horrified at what she was hearing. Gavin had taken the reality of her humiliating lapse of concentration and stupidly embellished it. Fucking stupid boy. But that was good for her right? No one would ever believe that, and if they thought part of his story was crap, they would think all of it was. But what would happen when her grades started to improve? And now at least one of his friends knew part of the story was true. What would that mean now?

"Sorry Katie but you asked. No one believed him. He's always so full of shit. He reckoned he was going to prove it. He is such a loser. They all teased him. And he got mad. He's such a boy."

Lauren had to know. She would approve of Miranda now surely. But it wasn't a matter of that, she had to prove she could behave well enough to be allowed it. But it couldn't hurt. She tried not to think too much more about Gavin and his friends as she ate her salad and listened to Miranda prattle happily. She would have to trust to Lauren to fix it. Lauren would fix everything, but she needed to show her owner that she was worth it. She needed to be on her best behaviour.

"Is that nice?" Miranda said, indicating the salad that Katie had almost finished.
"Yeah it's quite tasty," Katie admitted, something which even she was surprised by.
"How come you eat that now. I mean you don't usually. I mean not like I know, I mean I don't watch you or anything. You know it's just like everyone eats the school stuff."
"It's really healthy and it's good to be healthy."
"I know right," Miranda said, looking down at her own body, pudgy and soft.
"Oh Miranda, I didn't mean anything like that, really I didn't," Katie stammered, mortified that her new, potential friend, could possibly have thought she was commenting on her weight.
"It's ok Katie, I know. It's not like I don't know I'm fat."
"Miranda, you aren't fat, you're just..."
"Yeah," Miranda laughed, "just fat. Don't worry. I know I'm not that fat. I just don't kind of know what to do. What's in that by the way?"

Katie eagerly rattled off the ingredients of her salad, happy to have the subject changed. She talked with Miranda until the end of lunch, almost forgetting her troubles. The feel of her damp panties continuing to soak up her moisture never let her quite forget who she was and what was expected of her though, but the distraction of having someone to talk to about normal, everyday things had helped to calm her down and give her some perspective.

She walked and talked with Miranda until they parted ways at their lockers. Katie to head to her normal classes, Miranda off to her advanced science and math classes. Where, no doubt, she would run into Gavin and friends. She hoped she had found an ally in Miranda. She sure seemed that way, but even so, she could not really relax around her. What would she think if she knew what she truly was? It would be another friend lost, and this one, Katie thought, was something that would definitely be a loss.

* * * * *

Double economics. Insomniac's cure. It had always been something she abhorred and yet not having Gavin and co. there meant it was like a haven for the young girl. A boring haven, but one nonetheless.

Time passed glacially slow for Katie, but it gave her time to think. Over the course of lunch, such a short time, her life had shrunk, narrowed in a way she had never foreseen. She hadn't any friends, other than Lauren. They had discarded her like an old sock, replaced her with a newer, better model.

She tried to tell herself that it wasn't her fault, that the girls were just shallow and nasty but she had never had much of a talent for self-delusion. She knew it was her, had always been her. Now that she was owned, now that she had become a slut, her 'friends' wanted nothing more to do with her. They could tolerate her no longer. What did Lauren see in her? Did she really like her or was she just a possession, a toy, a pet. Katie was sure it was more than that. She could feel her vagina tingle as she thought of her owner: of how she made her laugh, how smart she was, how pretty, the wicked smile, the smooth, tight pussy.

Katie snapped herself back to the lesson, jotting down some notes from the board. She had started thinking so innocently, of how she could be friends with Lauren and how wonderful that would be. Her mind, her slut's mind, had quickly slid past the innocent musings, slipping as if on a layer of her thick, white cream straight into thoughts of a sexual nature.

Her pussy was oozing, she knew. She could feel the slimy moisture inside her, knowing what it was doing to her panties, her only line of defence. Her sex was uncontrollably wet, constantly drawing her mind back into herself, back between her legs, into the heat that pulsed there.

Was that her? Was it, or just some random scent from the classroom? Would her panties provide her with any protection from the strong scent she knew she produced. Her cheeks became rosy as she focused more and more on her body. She was quietly sniffing now. Lowering her head as inconspicuously as she could, trying to determine if her arousal was getting the better of her. She knew what she could do, memories of last week, that horrifying bus ride whirling through her mind. She had panties on now though. As if they were somehow magical proof against scent. Anxiety descended.

Katie began to sweat, each passing moment increasing her apprehension, deepening her surety that she was beginning to smell. The constant arousal, and that most recent, amazing session during study period, was taking its toll. Her panties were sodden, the wet material clinging to her smooth, plump lips.

She tried to remember what she had been thinking about before but she could not, her focus now entirely between her legs. She continued to copy the text from the board but was completely oblivious to the words from her teacher. Her thoughts were consumed by one thing. As the class-time passed, Katie began to feel her cream ooze from her pussy. She was sure of it. The tender pink folds of her cleft tingled as the river of cream flowed over them, making its way, inevitably, inexorably to the entrance, there to seep past her lips like some sexual silt.

The trembling schoolgirl imagined the red material of her panties darken as her discharge stained them a deeper, darker red. She imagined the incessant flow, soak her panties past what they could handle, each new pulse of her pussy, each fresh ooze, actually pushing through her panties. She closed her eyes in shame, regretting it instantly as the image of tiny white droplets of cream appearing on the outer surface of her panties became incredibly vivid.

She tried to tell herself she was being stupid but with each passing moment she could smell herself more clearly. She realised what she was doing but she could not stop. Mrs Osborne's monotonous drone was like a soporific for the reasoning centre of her brain. She was caught by her pussy, trapped in a quicksand of sexual imagery. Her need to come was so powerful that she shivered, her whole body shaking for a brief second.

Katie tried to regain control, tried to think of her classwork, think of the principals that she was supposed to be learning but all she could think of was other lessons: the training that Lauren had begun, the homework she had been set. She could feel the heat rise between her thighs as she thought of what she had seen last night, the beautiful pink pussies of those women being licked and sucked and lapped and...

Oh god, fucking seriously! Katie gripped the edges of her desk as her pussy clenched and spasmed. She opened her legs, trying anything to get the burning pressure in her pussy to dissipate. She could not be having an orgasm, in class, with no stimulation. She couldn't be. Her face was burning now, her heart beating so rapidly it hurt. She breathed in short ragged gasps, as quietly as she could. She tried anything to regain her composure. People must already be staring at her. They had to know what was happening. NO, Katie screamed at herself in defiance of her body. No, this will not happen. She didn't have permission.

The thought sobered her. She thought of Lauren, the disappointment that would cloud her owner's pretty face. Her heart continued to hammer in her chest but she was sure that it was passing. Her face still felt as if she was sitting to close to a fire but she could breathe now. She held her breath for just a second then let it out slowly and smoothly.

She hadn't come. Was that even possible? She doubted it but she did not want to find out. If that wasn't what it was then what was it? She was still feeling the effects, still short of breath and blazingly hot but her pussy seemed to have calmed down. There was that same electric tingling and the uncontrolled pulse as if her pussy was performing some strange peristalsis but whatever it was had passed.

As she came back to her senses, the anxious schoolgirl noticed her right leg was bouncing up and down: unconscious and uncontrolled. That was not what disturbed her. What made her close her eyes in horrified resignation was that her legs were spread, wider than they had any right to be. Not wide enough to be noticed, but she would never have consciously sat this way.

Katie rested her head on her hand and casually looked to her right. No one was looking at her. Everyone seemed to be in a trance, absently doodling in their pads or gazing at the walls, daydreaming. She had been doing the same but hers had brought her to the brink of discovery. She was such a slut that she had almost come from a daydream.

She was sure that wasn't it. She was adamant that it was not an orgasm. It wasn't. You couldn't come from nothing. She may be a slut, a classification she still was not comfortable with, though which she knew she could not deny, but not even a slut couldn’t do that. She would have to ask Lauren. She would have to tell Lauren, she corrected. This was something her owner needed to know.

What would she think? Lauren liked that she was a slut didn't she? She had said it was her nature, and when she called her a slut it was nice, like a term of affection, not something nasty. Would she be angry though? Disappointed that Katie couldn't control herself, couldn't control her owner's property. She knew she had to tell Lauren. Not doing so would be like lying. Friends didn't lie to each other, Katie told herself, though knowing the real reason: slaves did not lie to their owners.

Katie spent the rest of the lesson assiduously writing notes, successfully getting her thoughts back on track each time they drifted down. After what had just happened she knew she continued to cream. She knew what her pussy was doing as clearly as she was breathing. Her nipples were hard points beneath her clothes, and she said a quick prayer to her owner for allowing her a bra.

That extra layer almost kept those tiny projections of stiffened flesh from showing, almost. She glanced at her chest as she continued to write, knowing that the small bumps in her black shirt were visible. Even if her shirt had not been so tight, she knew they would still be showing. It wasn't as bad as it could be and if she tried hard, focused on the lesson, they might just go down by the time she had to move. She had been doing an expert job of shielding her chest, leaning over her desk, bringing her long, straight hair over her shoulder, but she knew that as soon as she stood up, her protection would be gone.

Katie looked at the clock on the wall. Less than five minutes until the end of class. And then what? She had to get home and after that? Her entire routine changed today, she had to work. The nervousness she had been avoiding all day rushed in now the gates were open. Her stomach fluttered with apprehension as she thought about what she would have to do. She still wasn't sure Mrs. Farrell didn't know what she was but Katie squashed that thought, knowing it to be pure paranoia.

What did working in the boutique really mean for her? Could she do it? Mrs. Farrell wouldn't have hired her if she didn't think so but Katie wasn't sure. What if she made a mistake? What if she lost sales because she suggested stupid things? She didn't want to go. She didn't want to have to work. She just wanted to go home and do her normal schedule. Even though it was difficult and demeaning she preferred it to the thought of the failure she could cause at work.

The bell rang, that familiar strident jangling cutting off any further self-doubt. Katie knew she needed to get to the bus but she packed her things slowly, wanting to wait to be the last out. She had a sinking feeling that she needed to verify and she needed to do it alone. She was lucky that everyone couldn't wait to get out of Mrs. Osborne's class. The stampede for the door suited her perfectly.

Once the last of her classmates was at the door, Katie stood up slowly and looked back at her seat. The hard, black plastic was smooth and unmarked. She had not left anything behind. Did that mean her skirt would not be marked either? Had her panties contained all her secretions. She desperately hoped this was the case, not really able to check the back of her skirt.

Her face was flushed from the very thought that her pussy had in some way marked her chair. Having it not be the case did little to make her feel any better. In the still air of the now empty classroom Katie smelt the scent of her arousal. Her panties could not keep it contained. They may have soaked the fluid itself but her aroma had escaped. It wasn't fair that she had to worry about this. She was sure that no other girl in school, no other girl in the history of the school, had ever had to worry about anyone smelling their sex.

She left the classroom still desperately wondering if she had stained her skirt, the perfume of her desire wafting about her like a miasma of sexual redolence. Why hadn't this ever happened before? She had sometimes smelt herself, yes. After an intense session of masturbation she had always opened her window. It had been part of her careful web of security she had woven around her sexual activity. She had always been so careful. Well until...

She had to get to the bus, she couldn't waste anymore time feeling sorry for herself. She hoped that in the bustle of the corridor no one would notice the strong scent she exuded. These were her thoughts now. Where she had worried about missing an episode of one of her favourite TV shows, now she worried about her classmates smelling her pussy, discovering the kind of slut she was. This wasn't the way things were supposed to be.

As the hurrying schoolgirl approached her locker a strange fear came over her. Was that Lauren? As she stepped hesitantly closer she saw that it was. Lauren was at her locker, but she wasn't waiting for her. She was talking to Miranda. Katie stopped then, in the middle of the hall. Her vision was constantly blocked by rushing young boys and girls, eager to be out of the school but she could clearly see they were talking. And laughing. Lauren said something and Miranda laughed. Katie watched, frozen, as Miranda giggled at Lauren's parting remark. Her owner moved out of her sight, stepping back into the press of bodies that rushed through the corridor. Katie finally found the courage to move and timidly approached Miranda.

"Oh hey Katie," her locker-mate beamed.
"Hey Miranda," Katie replied unsurely, desperate to know what had just transpired.
"So how was economics?"
"Um, good. Boring, you know Ozzy. How was, um..." Katie realised she had no idea what class Miranda had been in. Miranda seemed to know everything about her and she knew nothing in return. She wasn't much of a friend but she hadn't ever expected to be. She would need to pay more attention. Did Lauren's presence there, the easy joking they had shared, mean her owner approved?

"Advanced calc," Miranda finished for her, making Katie blush and shuffle her feet at the knowledge of her inadequacy. "You'd never guess in a million years a girl like Lauren Harper would take Ad-Calc would you. Beautiful, sporty and smart. Damn, makes you think."
"Yeah, she is beautiful," Katie replied wistfully.
"No I mean, one girl having everything."
"Yeah that's what I meant," Katie responded lamely, hiding her face in her locker. She could tell from the way Miranda was standing that the other girl was looking at her. Why did she have such trouble controlling her tongue?
"Well she's not rich, so I guess she doesn't have everything."
"I have to run Miranda, I can't miss the bus. I'm working tonight."
"Oh yeah, you must be excited. I'd love to work in a place like that but I'm not pretty enough. I know you'll be great. You'll have the clothes flying off the racks."
"Thanks," Katie smiled weakly, thankful for the faith Miranda had in her, knowing it was heartfelt. It helped her feel a little better but she was still fearful of the whole enterprise.
"Ok then let's go," Miranda said, shutting her locker and pulling Katie down the hall.

* * * * *

Katie leaned forward over her desk, the firm flesh of her breasts hanging pendant like soft fruit ripe for the plucking. She was checking Dressing Kitty to see which clothes Lauren had chosen for her first night at work. Her skirt and shirt were folded on her bed, but her panties dangled from her left hand. She had been overjoyed to discover no telltale stains on her skirt but her panties told the whole story.

She had known,even before she had peeled them from her slick sex, what she would find. She had pulled them down slowly, feeling the humiliation fill her as her panties clung to her mound, the material reluctant to part from the plump lips. It was almost as if the copious amounts of cream she produced had glued the tiny garment to her.

Katie looked down at the huge wet stain darkening the crotch, white discharge clumped in the centre, drying to an unsightly crust at the outer edges. She hoped for fresh panties, not wanting to look at the screen for fear of what she would find. She summoned up the courage and looked.

Four pictures of herself stared back, her nudity less disturbing than the shy, coquettish smile that she wore in every photo. If anyone had looked at these photos they would see a young girl, a slut, a playful display. That had not been the case when they had been taken but even Katie could not deny what she saw. She quickly focused on the clothes that her owner had chosen. Her black balconette bra, her heels, a peach-coloured summer dress, short sleeved and with a low looping neckline. The last picture was of her wearing the panties she had been allowed. They were her black lacey culottes, with the white floral trim. They were her prettiest panties and they always made her feel so sexy.

She had always felt the cute little split at the top of her buttocks, that tied back at the top, leaving a little oval of flesh visible at the top of her butt, made them the cutest thing she owned. No one before Lauren had ever seen her wear them but from the very first moment she tried them on and looked at herself in the mirror, seeing that pretty opening sitting just below the dimples in her back, she felt confident and alluring. She needed that confidence now.

She had already washed her face and reapplied the minimal makeup she was allowed and decided there was no point in waiting. She had wanted a shower, even a cold one would have been fantastic. But her instructions were clear. She looked between her legs, hunching over to see her pussy, quickly deciding she could not go to work like that. She didn't want to put her pretty, clean panties on with her sex in that state. Besides she had to do something about her panties. There was no way she was going to put them in the hamper like that.

Katie spread her panties in her left hand and quickly brought them up between her legs, knowing if she did not do it now she would lose the meagre courage she had. She spread the crotch of the small red garment with her fingers and quickly wiped between her legs, back to front, covering the entire length of her creamy cleft.

In the same motion, not daring to stop, she popped the sodden underwear into her mouth. Katie felt the familiar flush of heat rise into her face as she tasted her arousal. She could not take her eyes from the small webcam, knowing, as she suckled the sodden crotch of her panties, that doing so only deepened her humiliation. The fact that she needed to do this made her hate her own body. Why did she have to be such a slut? Why did she have to produce so much? She ran her tongue over her panties, doing her best to remove the traces of her cream. She had to do this. There was no way she could put her panties in the hamper, soaked and stinking of her cunt. The very thought of her mother seeing them, baulking in disgust at her daughter's discharge, was too much for her.

She couldn't spend too long cleaning her panties, she had a deadline, but she knew they weren't clean just yet. She couldn't wait any longer. Her sex now clean, or as clean as it would get without a shower, Katie hurried to her closet to begin getting dressed, the ends of her panties dangling from her mouth as she went.

She selected her bra and panties and put them on, suckling her panties without cease. She could still taste herself, despite the material now being soaked more with saliva than with any fluid from her pussy. Despite what she was doing, she still luxuriated in the feel of the thin culotte panties as she pulled them on, seating them snugly against her bare lips. She stepped into her shoes and was finally ready for her dress. Ready or not she would have to relinquish her panties now.

Katie took them out of her mouth by the dangling strands and inspected the crotch. The entire area was wet now, soaked through. But it was with the thin, clean saliva from her mouth, not the thick, slimy secretions from between her legs. It was an improvment, though they still clearly smelled, her suckling unable to remove the scent of her arousal. She quickly removed the bottom drawer of her desk and threw the panties in her hidey-hole. She would get them out when she came home, hopefully much drier by then.

She got her peach sundress from her cupboard and slipped it on over her head. It was a lovely dress, one of her favourites. It was cut a little low across the chest but nothing too bad, nothing worse than any of her singlets. It hung halfway to her knees without the belt, once she had that cinched tightly around her waist, the hem raised a good two inches. The material of the dress was slightly stiff so it would hold its shape but at least she would not have to worry about it blowing up in the wind.

Katie looked at herself projected on her monitor by the webcam. She was cute, no doubting that. And Lauren seemed to know just how to dress her to bring out the best from her body. Katie even had to admit that her new hairstyle, which she still was not entirely used to, made her prettier. She hadn't been told how to wear her hair so she simply left it down, the long, perfectly straight locks cascading over her shoulders.

She was dressed. Was there anything else to do? Her purse. She had to take a purse with her to hold the money she would need for the bus. Don't, she chided. Don't do that. She was lying to herself and doing so benefited no one. Her purse wasn't to hold money, it would contain only one thing: her dildo. It seemed as if she wasn't allowed to leave home without it. Lauren had given her exactly 75 cents for the bus and she would carry nothing else.

Katie grabbed the small black purse, her dildo in its felt bag from its hiding place and her 75 cents. This was it. Once she was out of the house now, she would not be able to get back in. She had not been allowed keys or her phone. She had enough money to travel to work and there she would stay until her father picked her up at 9:20.

As she headed out of the house, one last forlorn look inside, Katie felt vulnerable. She was going to work for a lady she didn't know, catching a bus by herself, carrying nothing but a sextoy. She wished with all her heart that Lauren was here now. The front door shut behind her, the click of the lock an ominous sound that filled her with dread.

There was nothing to be done now, except for what she had been told. The anxious schoolgirl walked briskly to the bus stop, dildo-filled purse clenched tightly in one hand, her bus fare in the other. It was a discomforting feeling, knowing that if anything went wrong, if she dropped her money and it rolled down a drain, she had no backup whatsoever. She would not doubt be punished for losing the money, but what would be worse was that she would not make it to work, or at the very least be late.

Katie wished, with every single step she took, that she had not been forced to bring her dildo with her. It brought her great pleasure, that was neither here nor there, it was the humiliation that it brought, that intense, gut-twisting humiliation that its mere presence conjured within the young girl, that made her wish she had never bought it.

She was not in her exercise gear today, but she met some of the same people out for their afternoon expeditions. Some were walking , others jogging, all looked at the cute teenager, dressed so prettily. Her cheeks were flushed a dainty pink, that only heightened her look of naivety and innocence. Katie knew she looked pretty, the eyes that swept hungrily across her young body let her know that others thought so too, but the young girl had no idea how alluring she truly was: the confidence and muted sexual swagger imparted by her carefully chosen outfit warred with her feelings of vulnerability and humiliation to create an image of mesmerising beauty, so much more than the mere sum of its parts.

She had no way to tell the time but felt sure she had made it to the bus stop in good time. She hadn't missed her bus, of that she was sure but she had no idea how long she had to wait. If she had timed it right it would only be a minute or two.

Katie felt strange thinking so, but she hadn't been given permission to sit so she stood next to the bus stop and waited patiently. This time she was aware that she had moved to stand at attention. It had not been a conscious move exactly, but she had known she what she was doing. She couldn't bear to have her dildo behind her though, too afraid it could be snatched from her so she made a small concession, holding her hands demurely before her while her legs had widened until they were shoulder-width apart.

She studiously avoided looking at any and all passersby, choosing instead to stare at the road, eager to be ready the moment the bus arrived. She heard a movement behind her and she turned, startled, to see a middle-aged man take a seat at the bus. He smiled at her pleasantly. Katie returned the unspoken greeting out of politeness, her demure smile only enhancing her alluring air of sexual innocence.

"Been waiting long?"
"No Sir," Katie replied timidly, wanting to turn back to the road but not wanting to be rude.
"Waiting for the 312?"
"Yes Sir," the anxious schoolgirl replied, desperately hoping the conversation would end.
"Good, I thought I might have missed it."

Without further input, Katie turned back to her vigil. She could feel the man staring at her, his eyes boring holes in her soft young body. She knew he was undressing her in his mind, her pretty dress by now in tatters on the sidewalk, her bra following, breasts bouncing free as the confining garment was thrown to the cement. She was left standing in her panties and heels, her purse still clutched tightly in her hand.

The bus rounded the corner like a huge metal saviour. She had never been more grateful in her life to see anything. She knew she was being stupid, knew it had all been in her mind, her twisted slut mind. But it had felt almost real. She had almost been able to feel the gentle breeze caressing her bare skin. She was doing herself no favours with these kinds of thoughts. She was making herself crazy for no reason. Well not, no reason. She was sure the man had been looking at her and in a sexual way. What did she expect? The moment the bus stopped she had wanted to scramble aboard. Instead she stepped obediently aside and allowed the waiting man to board first. She wasn't entirely sure why she did so, it had just felt right.

"Pretty and polite," he smiled as he stepped past her and paid his fare.

Katie blushed, wondering what the hell for. Couldn't she even take a compliment? He was only being nice. She hurried aboard, deposited her fare in the box and looked down the bus for a seat. She never really caught public buses, and especially not at this time of day. Was it always this crowded?

There were only two seats left: one next to a particularly obese woman and the other next to a young man of college age. There was no way she could fit on the tiny sliver of seat next to the woman and the guy had a backpack on the seat next to him, clearly not wanting to part with that little extra piece of space.

It wasn't that far to the mall, she could stand. She looked down the bus one more time and noticed that the young guy had moved his bag and was smiling at her. She couldn't refuse the offer of a seat, it would only draw attention, something she definitely did not need more of. She made her way towards the back of the bus and gently sat down on the plastic seat, careful to keep her purse hidden in her hands as much as possible.

The ride was thankfully a silent one, though Katie knew she had not ceased to be the object of scrutiny. The man, handsome in a jock sort of way, did his best to make his as discrete as he could but the young girl noticed the way he shifted his body to provide him with a better view of her cleavage. There wasn't anything she could do. Her breasts were on display and that was that.

It was a short trip, six stops and they had reached the mall, the destination for the majority of the passengers it seemed. Katie wasted no time in escaping the claustrophobic interior. She had felt like a captive on the bus, unable to hide, her young body open for the viewing pleasure of all who paid to ride, as if she was some special attraction that came with the price of a fare.

As she scurried to the store where she would work for the next five hours, she revelled in the fresh air and the wide open spaces of the mall. She had never before thought she was claustrophobic, but maybe she was, just a little bit. Or maybe she was just a huge fucking wuss, with an overactive imagination. Both were equally as likely but she hadn't liked where the last thought had come from.

"Hello Mrs. Farrell."
"Ah Katie, what a sight you are. That dress looks just stunning on you. We'd better get started while it's a little slower. It will start to pick up any minute now. Is that all you have?"
"Yes Ma'am," Katie replied, as Mrs Farrell indicated the tiny purse she carried.
"Travel with just the essentials hey?" Jean joked as she led Katie towards the back of the store.
"Yes Ma'am," the young girl replied, not joining in on the joke. Katie blushed furiously at the inadvertently perceptive comment. She knew there was nothing meant by it but that didn't change how disturbed it made her feel.
"You can pop that in here," Jean said, opening a draw in the desk at the back of the shop. "Now, you know a little about the store and what we sell but first thing is to train you on stock. Best way I have found to do that is to have new girls put the stock on the racks. So this is new stock, and these are clothes that have been tried on but need to be put back in place. Once you've done that come and see me."
"Yes Ma'am."
"You don't need to call me that, Katie. Jean is fine," she said smiling.
"Um Mrs Farrell, I like to be respectful so could I please call you Ma'am," the anxious young girl said, worried that Jean would say no and she would be left with a dilemma she didn't know how to rectify. She couldn't disobey Lauren, but she couldn't make Mrs. Farrell mad.
"Well ok, Katie. It does have kind a ring to it," Jean said laughingly as she headed back out into the store.

Katie breathed a sigh of relief as she was left alone with the piles of clothing that needed to be sorted and displayed. She did her best, unfolding each item and placing it on the shelves or racks of the store. It was slow going at first and she felt as if she was useless, sure she was taking too long. Mrs. Farrell ignored her as she worked, serving customers or reading a magazine as Katie slowly completed her task.

It felt strange to be working away while Mrs. Farrell read a magazine during those times there were no customers in the store. It made Katie feel her submission keenly, reminding her that by even being here she was serving her owner. Right now Mrs. Farrell, as her employer, was kind of like a proxy owner for the young girl. Katie knew she wasn't, but she had to obey Mrs. Farrell and do what she could to please her and that made her feel as submissive as if it was Lauren herself instructing her. She had to admit that by doing the task by herself, with no input past the initial command, she had gained a knowledge of the store and the clothing she was to sell, that was near comprehensive. She didn't yet know every blouse or skirt or pair of jeans but she was close.

"I have finished putting the clothes out Ma'am," Katie announced once Mrs. Farrell had finished with a customer. She hadn't known quite what to do when she had finished, as couldn't interrupt the sale. She had chosen to stand at attention by the counter and wait patiently. She had watched Mrs. Farrell place the sale, eager to learn as much as she could, knowing that soon she would be doing all of these things. She couldn't get away with just rearranging stock all night.

"You were watching Katie? Good. You haven't used a register before? It's pretty easy. It basically does everything for you. Just scan, take the money, the register works out the change and voila. Sale made. Don't worry, I'll take you through your first one."

Katie smiled weakly, yeah easy. The next twenty minutes was a whirlwind of on-the-job training, familiarising the young girl with the nuances of retail sale. She learned how to steer customers towards items they would never have considered. She learned how to build someone's confidence while staying decidedly neutral and she learned when to push and when to pull back. Most of all she learned that she wasn't ready for this.

As people started to trickle into the store in ones and twos Katie was put on the spot. It was now or never and never was not an option. Her apprehension grew, twisting her belly into amazingly tight knots. She licked her lips, and swallowed, her mouth dry.

The next forty minutes was a whirl as she served a steady stream of customers. Despite the sales she made and the success she had, she could not push aside the feeling that she wasn't good enough. She was just a young girl, what did she know about this kind of stuff? What right did she have, a possession, to tell other people what to wear. She tried to tell herself that she wasn't really telling them, she was just suggesting and she was always truthful, trying hard to find exactly what they wanted, something that would suit them, flatter them. After the first blouse that she sold, Mrs. Farrell left her to her own devices. Her confidence grew a little each time she spoke to a customer, a tiny thrill tingling inside her with each sale made.

"I catch you looking at her tits again and you'll need to learn how to suck your own cock."

Katie blushed furiously at the overheard comment. She knew who was speaking: a pretty young girl she had noticed looking through the jeans. She knew who she was speaking to: her boyfriend, the handsome guy who had looked bored until he spotted Katie. She had felt his hungry, predatory eyes and she had done her best to busy herself so she did not have to serve this particular couple. She sidled slowly away, trying to make herself as small and inconspicuous as she could.

So she hadn't gone unnoticed, despite her efforts at avoidance. She supposed it was something she was going to have to get used to. She was here to serve customers and make money for Mrs. Farrell. It wasn't her choice who to serve, so it was no different to anything else, she mused, trying to make light of the despair that she felt.

Her attention was caught by Mrs. Farrell, heading out into the back room. What was she going back there for? What the fuck business was it of hers? Katie tried to shake the feeling and focus on the store but... what if Mrs. Farrell wanted something from the drawer? What if she had to move her purse? What if she looked inside?

Katie's heart began to race. It was all she could do not to go rushing into the back room and check exactly what was going on. She gripped the belts she was supposed to be replacing on the racks, clinging to something solid, something that would remind her of her duty.

"Katie?" The young girl jumped, startled by the voice that appeared out of nowhere. "Fetch me a coffee, long black. But not from the place across the way, I'll only drink Mon Cheri coffee. You know where that is?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Off you go then."

Katie accepted the money Mrs. Farrell offered and hurried out of the store. Mon Cheri was almost at the other end of the mall and the long walk gave the alarmed schoolgirl a chance to think about what she had just felt. She didn't want to, but she could not help herself. A tingling thrill had tickled up her spine when Mrs. Farrell had ordered to get coffee. She didn't know what it was but it was not the first time she had experienced the strange sensation. Often when she was with Lauren she had felt the same thing, the same sharp series of tiny shocks slipping along her nervous system. She didn't want to know what it was, she really didn't, but her brain would not cooperate. It never lasted long, only ever a second or two but it always made her nervous, though it didn't feel bad. Maybe that was what made her nervous. It was something she could not explain, something that felt good but she had a strange feeling she should not enjoy.

She was never out at this time of night and she was a little amazed at how many people were in the mall. So many people shopping, so many people looking at her. Katie had a sudden, sickening feeling that her dress was caught up at the back, exposing her ass and the pretty panties that she wore. She hurriedly smoothed the material over the tight curves of her buttocks - nothing. Did she have something on her face? Was her hair sticking up? Her nipples were not hard, thank god. Try as she might, to ignore the looks that were coming her way, she could not help but glance back, just for a second. There wasn't anything wrong with her she soon realised. It was just that she was a pretty young girl, wearing a cute dress that highlighted her youthful curves. What she knew they were really looking at though, was the way she moved. She knew that her body moved differently now. She knew that when people looked at her they saw a slut.

"One long black please."

The girl behind the counter looked at her a little strangely but took her money and her name and told her to wait. Katie stepped to one side and waited obediently. She wasn't even surprised when, a few moments later, she realised she was standing at attention. Her first thought was to move, to put her legs together and stand a little more casually. But she did not move. What point was there in fighting it? This was what, the fifth, sixth, time she had caught herself standing this way unconsciously.

"Kitty."

Katie stepped forward. This time she was surprised. She had given her name as Kitty without even thinking. She took the coffee and hurried away, sure the serving girl was still looking at her strangely. She knew the look of dazed amazement that was on her face when she had accepted the coffee would have made anyone think twice. It seemed that she had fallen further than she had ever thought. She no longer had any control over most of her life, not what she wore or where she went, what she ate or when she used the bathroom, and now it seemed she didn't even have any control over her own thoughts. Even if there was some part of her that thought, no that knew, this was wrong it was clearly dwindling, fading further each day.

"Your coffee Ma'am," said Katie demurely, the cup in one outstretched hand, the change in the other.
"Wow, Katie did you run or something?"
"No Ma'am. I just, um I just didn't want to keep you waiting."
"Well good girl. When it is a little quiet like this, you check the dressing rooms for any garments left behind and put them back on display. Then you check merchandise around the store, making sure it is neat and tidy and ordered: sizes ranging from small to large."
"Yes Ma'am."

Katie hurried to the back of the store and checked the dressing rooms as she had been told. There was only one blouse left behind and she retrieved it and a fresh hanger and placed it back in its place. Mrs. Farrell was sipping her coffee and reading her magazine as Katie worked, systematically organising all the garments in size order, refolding anything that had been touched and generally tidying up. When customers came in, three young women in their 20s, she left her tidying and went to serve. Mrs. Farrell looked up from her magazine but her attention quickly returned to the page open before her.

"Hello, may I help you with anything?"
"Just looking sweets," said the tall blond girl at the front of the trio.
"If I can do anything for you just let me know," Katie replied sweetly before turning back to her duties, the dainty movement causing her hair and her dress to flair out behind her.
"I got something you can do," she heard one of the girls whisper.
"Brooke!"
"What? Tender little morsel..."

Katie didn't hear any more of the hushed, giggly conversation but her cheeks blazed with an inner heat that was almost painful. Her blood rushed through her veins, each powerful pulse of her heartbeat seemed to be sending the humiliation around her body, until she was consumed by it. She continued to tidy without conscious thought, her world clouded by a thick fog that seemed to dull all her senses, all but one. Her sense of shame shone through like a beacon in the night.

She was being treated as if she was part of the merchandise in a shop. A shop where pretty sluts were on display for all to see and enjoy. Men and women, young and old, everyone seemed to recognise what she was. There was no escape, there would be no respite, until she got home, back to her own room, where the only one who could see her was her owner.

Katie was thankful when the girls left the store without needing her help. She didn't know how she would have been able to deal with talking to them after what she had heard. Her cheeks were still a little pink, even now many minutes after the incident. When she passed the counter with a few empty hangers for the back room, she quickly glanced at the dainty watch worn by Mrs. Farrell. The owner of the store was engrossed in her magazine, and her arm was still, resting on the counter.

It was 7:30 already. The busy schoolgirl could not believe that time had passed so quickly. She had barely had a spare moment to think all night so she guessed that was why she hadn't really noticed the passage of time. Katie popped the hangers out the back and returned to the store, a rigorous internal debate raging now she knew the time. She really needed to go to the toilet. Lauren had allowed her one toilet break per shift and she had been trying to hold it in for as long as she could, but she hadn't realised how late it had become. She wanted to go now, when there was a little lull, but she didn't want to disturb Mrs. Farrell. The owner of the store seemed really involved in her reading and she didn't want to bother her. She should wait until Mrs. Farrell was finished, but what if then she was busy with customers too and she lost her chance?

"Excuse me Ma'am?" Katie asked hesitantly, still doubting her choice.
"Hmmm?" replied the distracted woman.
"May I go to the toilet please Ma'am," the anxious schoolgirl asked, the nervous fluttering in her belly, sparking a new round of the strange prickling sensation that rolled up and down her spine.
"Oh, of course my dear," she said, looking at the young girl inquisitively.
"Thank you Ma'am," Katie stammered, wasting no time in leaving the store.

She walked as fast as she could to the restrooms, which thankfully were not far away. Lauren had specified that she was to use the third stall from the door. That was her stall now and she breathed a sigh of relief that it was unoccupied. She was in and out in under a minute, needing to go so badly working in her favour. She checked her makeup in the mirror as she washed her hands, happy to see that, for once, her cheeks were a normal colour. She was beginning to think they would turn a permanent shade of pink.

"Katie that was… Did you run?"
"No Ma'am, I just... I just didn't dawdle. I really like working here."
"You can take breaks you know. I'm not an ogre."
"I know Ma'am, I just want to-"
"You're wanted Katie," said Mrs Farrell with a casual flick of the finger.

Katie turned to see a guy in his mid-20s come into the store. He looked vaguely familiar, but the young girl soon decided he just had one of those handsome faces that looked like so many others: square jaw with just a little growth, strong, straight nose, toned, though not overly muscular body. She approached timidly, as if she was a tiny rabbit offering itself to a coyote on the prowl.

"Hello, can I help you with anything?"
"Uh sure. I'm just looking for a new pair of jeans."

The interaction began as innocently as any other, but by the time he left the store, Brandon, she had quickly learned, had purchased not only his jeans, but also two t-shirts and three long-sleeve button-up shirts. Everything Katie had suggested, he had tried on. Every time he emerged from the dressing room and she complimented a garment, it seemed to get added to his list of items he must have. She knew maybe she shouldn't have fussed over him, straightening his shirts, fixing the hem of his jeans, but he was nice and funny and he talked to her like a normal girl. She caught Mrs .Farrell's eye as he left the store, her raised eyebrows making her blush yet again.

"Good work Katie. I see you don't need any lessons in upselling. I think we will see that young man again. Retail is so much about repeat business and word of mouth. I think you did a great job there of securing us a bit of both. You keep that up and I might just need you to take a few more shifts."

Katie smiled at the praise. She had been expecting a rebuke, for taking too much time on one customer or for being inappropriate. Mrs. Farrell liked what she had done and she would be sure tell Lauren. The thought made her gush with pride. Her shift wasn't over though. She needed to work hard until the last minute, she knew that slacking was unacceptable. This was Mrs. Farrell's business and she could not afford to have girls who didn't work their hardest.

"Katie at around this time of night you can start a few little housecleaning tasks. Each mirror needs to be cleaned, the cleaner and cloth is in a cupboard out back. Once that is done, make sure that all the hangers are stacked by type and size and make sure the counter is fully stocked with bags and there is a full complement of flyers out front too."
"Yes Ma'am, Katie replied, scurrying out to the back room to comply.

There was so much to do in a store, she had never known. Admittedly she had no real idea but she had thought she would just stand around until customers came in to serve. She was kind of glad that wasn't the case. She didn't know how she would have dealt with the quiet times, just standing around. She was so dumb, as if you got paid to just stand around. Each time Katie noticed a customer she quickly switched from her cleaning tasks to serve. She really like serving customers. She got a little down when they didn't purchase anything, but she knew it wasn't her. Not everyone had to buy something but when they did it was like the icing on the cake.

"It's almost nine Katie. When is your ride coming?"
"Um, 9:20 Ma'am."
"Excellent. You can get the shutters ready now. There’s a little stick out the back that helps you reach. The little hook goes in the slot in the middle. Just pull them down a little now. We do that just to let people know we're preparing to close. At nine you can pull them all the way down.

"Once they're down I'll count the takings and you will sweep the floor. There's a broom and a dustpan and brush. I don't want to see any piles swept into corners or under displays though."
"No Ma'am," Katie replied eager to let Mrs. Farrell know she would never do that. Well if she was honest, the Katie Thomas of two weeks ago may very well have done that, but the girl who was Lauren's property never would. The thought had not even entered her brain.

Katie retrieved the small pole that Mrs. Farrell had mentioned and went to pull the shutters down. The pole was only two feet long, the metal cool in her hands. It was tipped by a small metal hook, the holes which she had quickly spotted in the runners at the top of the door. She stretched up with the pole and fell well short. How was she supposed to reach it?

Mrs. Farrell was much taller than her and obviously had no problems. She couldn't go and annoy her now, she needed to do this on her own. She couldn't have her boss thinking she couldn't do things other girls could. She might think she was wasting her time with her.

Katie stood, feet together, directly under the hole she could see and stretched as high as she could. The hook just touched the metal runner, the soft metallic clink sparking a small note of triumph within her. But she couldn't quite keep the hook still enough to get it in the hole. She was holding the rod at the absolute tip, trying to squeeze out as much length as she could.

The anxious young girl glanced to her front when she heard a strange, muted whispering sound. The two guys from the donut stand in the middle of the mall were standing at their counter, staring at her. Even when she looked at them, they only made a half-hearted attempt to look busy, their gaze constantly flickering back to the stretched schoolgirl.

Katie lowered the pole, realising, too late, what was happening. The strain she had put on her body by stretching up so high had caused her dress to ride up. She wasn't sure how much, but from the admiring looks on their faces, it had been enough. She flushed with the humiliation, knowing as she took a step back into the store, that she would find no solace there.

She needed to get those shutters down. It had to be almost nine o'clock now. Had they seen her panties? Had she actually flashed her pussy? Surely her dress would not have raised that much, she hoped it had just been a little extra thigh than decorum permitted. She would need to test it out in the mirror when she got home. She couldn't not know. It would eat away at her.

Katie stepped back to the doorway, her jaw set, determined to succeed this time. She knew the consequences of her actions but she had no choice. She didn't want to humiliate herself, but she couldn't lose this chance at a job. Lauren had set it up for her and she could not disappoint her owner. She spared a glance for the donut stand and could tell, by the furtive way the two guys were wiping down the same section of counter, that her audience had not disappeared. She took a deep breath, located the hole in the shutter and reached up, swiftly and surely. Her fist attempt missed, the hook sliding along the runner. Katie winced at her failure, conscious now of the cool air against her thighs.

As the smooth flesh of her legs cooled in their exposure, her face boiled with shame. She had to try again. She had to reach higher, and with the extra effort, her dress would rise higher. She heard the scuff of a shoe behind her and she paniced, stretching with everything she had, rising out of her shoes and onto her tiptoes. She watched with unimaginable relief as the hook slid into the small hole and she was able to pull the shutter down out of its slot.

She knew it was late now, the other shops already had their shutters lowered halfway or further, the clear sign that business was over. Katie pulled the shutter down noisily, until it was just two feet from the floor. It was definitely after nine now and she needed to sweep up an do a quick final clean before she was collected. She had to be out the front waiting for her dad by 9:20.

It was only a small store. It couldn't take that long to sweep surely. How ignorant she was soon became apparent to the tired schoolgirl. There was so many little nooks and crannies around the displays and racks that it would take her much longer than she thought. She quickly picked up her pace, systematically sweeping small piles of dirt into the aisles. She decided it was best to sweep everything and then come through with the dustpan.

She didn't know just how much time she had, so she worked fast. Despite the cool air of the mall, she was hot by the time she had finished sweeping, the dustpan full of all manner of dirt and objects. She had never imagined a floor could get so dirty in one day. She emptied out the pan and made one last quick scout around, eager to impress but found nothing.

"Excuse me Ma'am, I have finished sweeping," Katie announced.
"Aren't you a doll. Well how did you find it?"
"It was really good. I really enjoyed it. I didn't think it would be so much work," Katie said, cringing as she realised how that sounded. "I mean that of course it's a lot of work, I mean there's so much to do and it was great Ma'am, I really enjoyed all of it and I really liked being busy."
"I know what you mean Katie. There's a lot to think about. We had a really good night tonight. It was a little slow but conversion was really great. Will I see you Thursday?"
"Yes please Ma'am," Katie said, relieved that her stupidity had not cost her the job. She was so dumb. Her mouth was going to get her into trouble if she didn't start thinking more. Lauren had said, more than once, that she wouldn't tolerate a dumb slave.
"You had better scoot. It's almost twenty past."
"Thank you Ma'am. I really appreciate the opportunity."

Katie looked longingly at the drawer in the desk at which Mrs. Farrell sat counting the receipts of the day's takings. Her purse was still in the desk. She could not leave without it, but there was money all over the desk and Mrs. Farrell was busy counting. But time was running out, she needed to go.

"Excuse me Ma'am, but could I have my purse please," Katie said timidly, trying to keep the anxiety out of her voice.
"What, oh sure," replied Mrs. Farrell, somewhat distracted. Katie watched in horror as the seated woman opened the drawer, reached in and withdrew her small purse, empty but for her dildo. There was no way that anyone picking up that tiny bag could fail to realise what was in it. The purse conformed to the shape of the hard, ridged shaft of the glass toy.

The terrified schoolgirl felt as if her face would melt as she took the offered purse. Mrs. Farrell looked at her, but the mortified young girl could not read her expression. Did she need to? It was obvious what the woman was thinking: slut. Would she even want her working now? If she said nothing, she would have to assume she could still come to work on Thursday.

Katie walked slowly out of the store, tensed to hear Mrs. Farrell call her back and tell her not to bother. She felt like a prisoner condemned but she had made it to the door with nothing, she slipped up the shutters and stepped out, still nothing. She slid them down again, this time all the way to the ground. It was as if a huge weight had been suddenly lifted from her. She rolled her shoulders, working out the stress as she hurried to the carpark. She still had a job, Lauren wouldn't be mad. She could rest easy tonight, knowing she had done a good job and been a good girl.

* * * * *

She was a strange one, no doubting that, Mrs. Farrell mused. But sweet, incredibly sweet. She hadn't seen any signs of the focusing problems that Lauren had warned her about, but she had kept her busy, and kept the chat to a minimum. It was still hard to believe that such a sweet thing had behavioural problems. Everything else Lauren said checked out: once given a task she did her best to complete it, she was eager to please and respectful.

She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about being called 'Ma'am' though. Part of her felt old, but another part liked the term of respect. She was a successful businesswoman, building the store from scratch, she deserved to feel this way. Besides, it was nice to see the youth with some respect. Lauren was one of the only girls she knew who acted properly. With Katie under her wing, she would be sure to beat the problems the young girl was having in school.

She was only glad she could help out. She didn't know the Thomas family. She didn't mind helping out if they were struggling a little. If tonight was anything to go by it certainly wouldn't be charity. The girl worked hard, but she also had a talent for selling. It didn't hurt that she was cute as a button and didn't mind using that to her advantage. It was strange how nervous and reserved she was, and yet how sensuously she moved, how infused she was with the precocious sexual energy that only teenage girls could muster. It was an amazing mix to see in someone so young.

Jean finished counting the receipts; best Tuesday in a long time. She would look forward to Thursday. If the girl could repeat what she had done tonight, then there would be a lot more work coming her way.

* * * * *

Her panties were still soaked. She had remembered them in the middle of writing her blog and could not wait until she had finished to attend to them. She couldn't put them in the hamper like they were. The only thing she could think of was to hang the wet underwear from her bedpost, hoping they would dry enough overnight. She popped the panties over the post nearest her desk and made a note to remember to collect them in the morning. She never again wanted to feel that debilitating panic she had felt that day, when she realised she had left her vibrator on display.

She hadn't spoken to Lauren tonight. Redvelvetlines was still watching her cam but she had no way of knowing if her owner was actually there. The first thing she had done when she returned home was to hurry to the bathroom and check her dress. She needed to know what she had shown, how much of her body had been on display when she tried to close the shutters.

Panties no, everything else, yes. When she stretched as much as she could her dress rose to expose her entire expanse of milky white thigh, stopping just short of allowing anyone to see the pretty panties she wore. It was enough. She flushed at the remembered humiliation, angry that she wasn't even safe when she was alone. At least she would not get into trouble for showing anyone her owner's property. She didn't know if it panties counted, she would have to ask.

She had quickly showered, run shivering back to her room, and sat down to write her blog. She poured her heart out on to the screen, letting all her thoughts about her first night of work flow through her fingers. She had to remind herself to spread her legs, it wasn't quite second nature to her yet.

She glanced at her pussy often as she wrote, still enamored of the smooth, plump lips of her sex completely open to view since her waxing. She hadn't liked it when it happened and even for a day afterward she had lamented the loss of her thick bush of tight black curls but she had since come to enjoy the look and feel of her pussy, clean and bare, the way her owner wanted.

One thing she was still not used to was the wetness she produced, almost non-stop. She found it distracting and embarrassing, knowing it only reinforced the certainty that she was a slut. She wished she didn't produce so much, the constant discharge caused her no end of problems, whether she was wearing panties or not. The strong scent that came with her secretions was manageable as long as she was allowed to keep it at least a little under control. Panties helped, her short, cold showers helped but the constant attention she was forced to give to her pussy did not.

Dildo days were worse. Clit days deepened her frustration until it became an almost physical force pressing upon her but the days she was scheduled for dildo-play made her so much wetter. Her cream literally dripped from her cunt in an almost inexhaustible flow. She knew Lauren liked the way she was but there were times, when her sodden panties slipped against her lips, or when she felt her slick labia touch a surface, that she just wanted to be normal.

She didn't have anything else to do tonight. After work was simply shower and blog. She had no homework and she was not required to play with herself. It was later than she was normally allowed to go to bed but she didn't feel tired. She wanted to talk to Lauren, to tell her everything about her day and especially about her work, how well it had gone.

Katie lay awake for a long time, thinking about Lauren, about what she had done while Katie had worked. She wondered if Lauren was in bed now too? What was she wearing? She knew she shouldn't be thinking such things. She should be focusing on the next day, her schoolwork and her schedule, but her thoughts continued to return to her owner, as if she was caught in an endless loop - no matter which way she turned the result would be the same. She finally drifted off to sleep, images of Lauren sleeping peacefully on infinite playback in her mind.

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