Sydney’s Descent - Copied

[hirarandi]

It was another rainy day in Southern California. Third day in a row of this wet weather and that was unusual. Sydney sighed and shook her head as she headed out of her apartment into the soaking drizzle. This was Los Angeles, California, for Christ sake, not Seattle, Washington. It was just one of those unusual weather patterns that happened to be hanging around far longer than anyone wanted.

Sydney Liu walked with her head down through the cool wet rain. She was a 22 year old half Chinese half Thai student at USC. Normally she was in a good mood, but arguments with her parents about some of her recent choices had soured her upbeat attitude. The rain didn't help either.

Her parents were ultra conservative and kept a firm grip on their little girl until she graduated high college and went to college. All through high college she was not allowed to date or alter her body in any way. They kept her very focused on her education, expecting her to be the very best. Syd loved her parents, but she felt like they were smothering her and as soon as she was out on her own, she pierced her ears and bellybutton.

It felt so liberating to her to finally make her own decisions about her own body, and she was truly happy. That is until her folks found out. They were very upset that she would do such a thing that they were so against. Syd hated making her parents feel that way, but she felt like she needed to do it for her own sanity. After all the hard work she had gone through in high college, she felt like she needed to have a little fun and blow off some steam.

Besides, getting her ears and bellybutton pierced were pretty tame compared to what she might have done. She saw her friends with lip, eyebrow, and nostril piercings, sexy tats, and tight fitting clothes. She was envious, but she had a reputation of being a student first, and a female second. She felt she had pushed her parents to their limit, so held her inner desires and fantasies in check. She had a crazy idea that some day, some how, she might connect with the perfect man or woman who would force her to be more daring, and yes, sexy.

At this point in her life, she hadn't yet decided if she was more attracted to men or women. It didn't help that she hadn't yet had sex with anyone. Oh, she had her chances alright. There was no shortage of guys or girls that wanted to get with her. Sydney was stunningly beautiful with long, loosely curled black hair, brown eyes full of expression, and a bright smile that was infectious. But she never lost her self control, and so remained a virgin.

She was well liked with many friends and she had a few close friends with whom she felt she could share many things, but no one would ever know what really got her juices flowing. It had all started when she was the young tender age of thirteen and she found a book that would forever change her. The book was a science fiction story about a planet in which the men were all superior to the women. On this planet, women were slaves and had to do everything they were told by the men in charge. 

If her parents had found her reading that book they would have probably sent her back to Taiwan to live with relatives and get away from the wicked western world. For years she had kept her secret hidden from the world. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time to think that she could be caught, but she was helpless to stop reading. 

To top it all off, what really put her in a sour mood was her computer had been gone for a whole week after it got a particularly nasty virus. She usually could take care of her computer by herself but this virus was more than she could handle. Being without a computer for so long was rough. The computer, or the internet really, was her way to read stories and see pictures that would provide sexual release. That was her masturbation tool of choice and with it gone all this time, she was frustrated.

A friend of hers told her about a man who used to have a computer repair store until the economy tanked and he moved his operation into his home. He now had a part time job and on his off time he fixed computers out of his home. He was able to charge less than others and he was good.

It sounded great to Sydney and when her friend said that he was going to be going right by the guy's house and would drop off the laptop for her; that sealed the deal. It would save her a trip and give her more time to study. She wrote her name and phone number on a Post-It, stuck it to the keyboard, and folded it shut. 

That was a week ago and finally this morning she had received a call from the guy saying it was ready. That lifted her spirits somewhat, but she knew that the cost was going to be more than she really wanted to pay and she was worried that it might break her budget.

The computer repair guy lived within walking distance, about a half hour hike, and the weatherman had said that the rain would clear out early in the day and the sun would be back, so she had decided to just hike to his place and hope the weather would break. Besides, the rain felt kind of cleansing to her, as if it could wash away all her stress.

Sydney knocked loudly when she finally reached the door of the one and a half story bungalow style house, and waited patiently. The rain had actually let up and, at least for the moment, it looked like the sun might make an appearance. Apparently the weatherman had been right this time. Syd hoped she would be able to catch a few rays later on when she got home. This being a Saturday meant that she had no classes.

The door opened and Syd smiled "Hi, I'm here to pick up my laptop."

The man at the door was probably in his early thirties, glasses, with brownish hair and a goatee. "You're Sydney," he said. It was not a question and that made her somewhat uneasy for some reason.

"Yes," she answered and followed him in to the quiet home. He told her to sit at the kitchen table while he went to retrieve her laptop. She couldn't wait to just see her computer again, and after a few minutes he came back in carrying it and set it down in front of her.

He started to tell her everything that he did to clean the virus out and tune up her system, but she wasn't really listening. It seemed like he did know what he was doing after all, but she was anxious to get back to her apartment and have a good cum.

"Would you like me to turn it on so ..." he asked.

"Actually, I am kinda in a rush, and I am sure you fixed it. How much do I owe you?" She said cutting him off mid sentence. She hadn't even realized that she had done it.

"It's ninety dollars. You can pay me all of it today, or we can set up an alternative payment plan."

Syd stared for a moment and her heart skipped a beat. What did he mean by an alternative payment plan. 

"Uh, no thanks, I have the money here." She reached into her pocket and pulled out two folded fifty dollar bills with one hand while she shut the laptop with the other hand and stood up. "Here's one hundred and you can keep the change. Thanks again." She dropped the bills on the table and headed for the door, her mind a blur, still wondering if what he had asked had a double meaning. Her only thought at this point was to get the hell out.

"OK, as you wish. I imagine we might see each other another time."

Again, this seemingly innocent statement made her throat tighten, a defensive reaction to a real or imagined threat. There was, in fact, no reason she would ever see him again.

Without replying, she left, shutting the door, and moving just a little bit faster up the street, her goal being the safety of her apartment. She looked behind a couple of times to see if someone was following, but there was no one. Finally, she half laughed to herself, deciding her mind was making this all up, that there was nothing in the least to fear.

Twenty minutes later, she was back in the safety of her apartment, the door to her room locked, and she was stripping off her clothes, already anticipating a good cum, so long delayed without her computer.

As she often did, she propped the laptop on her study desk, and sat in her leather covered chair. She propped her legs on the arms of the chair, spreading them invitingly. In moments, the computer opened to her desktop background, expecting to see her favorite picture, a sunset at Santa Monica beach, with the Ferris wheel on the pier as the main subject.

Instead, to her shock and horror, the background was one of the pictures she loved to masturbate over, an Asian girl, arms locked behind her back, pulled upward by a chain locked to her wrists. She was bent over, gagged, her ass totally available to her captor. She knew right away that the computer guy had been in her picture file, which she thought had been well hidden, and brought up an image that she would never allow anyone else to see. 

Quickly she right clicked to go to the background options, determined to delete the picture and never return to that computer repairman again! The moment she clicked on the background tab, she knew she was in trouble. A message popped up saying that this option was only available to the owner. But she was the owner! She tried again, trying her hardest to enter her own computer controls. 

By now, she had taken her legs down from the arms of the chair, and was intently focusing on the computer. Her pussy was dry and her stomach felt like it was in knots. For several minutes she tried everything, but nothing could override the control that now belonged to the repair guy. She now remembered his parting words. "I imagine we might see each other another time."

The fear she now felt was real. She was trapped, but on the other hand, as long as she kept the computer screen at another site, or opened to another screen, she could hide the background until she figured out what to do.

She opened Internet Explorer, expecting her Google homepage to pop up. She suddenly could barely breathe, when instead of Google, up popped http://www.gor.net/things/Basics.html, a page based upon the imaginary science fiction books she had read 10 years earlier, books that had led her to follow a path of bondage and slavery in her fantasy world. She went to her Favorites bar, to leave the page with Gorean details. The Favorites bar was empty.

Frantically, she typed in 1, working quickly to try to escape the overwhelming feeling that she was trapped. Instead of gmail, she got the same page of Gorean information, as though that was suddenly the only default.

She went to My Pictures. She expect to see dozens of folders, mostly of friend and family, but instead her hidden folder, the folder within 3 other folders, had been opened and all her bondage/slave pictures were shown. She tried to cut one...access denied, read only. She tried to delete one...access denied, read only.

She quickly opened Microsoft Word, where she stored hundreds of college related essays and papers and projects. Everything was gone except for one document: Open Now Syd.

She clicked on this one available document and within seconds, her eyes began to tear and she felt like vomiting.

It read:

kajira,

"Kajira!" she said quietly aloud. The name for all female slaves on this imaginary world of Go.

As you can see, your computer no longer belongs to you. Sorry, I just could not resist when I saw your interest in things that also interest me. Fantasies, fetishes, no wonder you got a virus, with the multitude of porn sites that you search on a regular basis. 

In addition to removing those viruses, I made a few other changes to your computer. Yes, I am now the owner, so you do not have access to anything unless I permit it. I have downloaded all your pictures and documents and PowerPoint's and they are safely saved on an external hard drive. I have also taken your gmail and facebook accounts and the passwords have been changed. 

Sydney felt the tears roll down her cheeks and the knots in her stomach restrict her breathing. Shocked, she noticed that her left hand was playing with her pussy, pulling her labia lips, scratching her clitty! She quickly withdrew her fingers, shocked that her clit was so engorged by this horrible experience that had taken control of her life!

Some of these documents look quite important, but don't worry. They are safe. And don't be overly concerned about your gmail and fb accounts. I also plan to return that to you...in due time. I suggest we meet at my place tonight at 10. Bring your laptop and if things go as I expect, you will regain control over all the missing items. 

Dress as you did for Halloween in '19, at least that is what you captioned this picture as. You may want to wear a long coat if you plan to walk to my place, or if you wish, just leave a message at: (xxx-xxx-xxxx). Tell me where and what time you would like me to pick you up, saving you a rather long walk with those deliciously high heels.

In this picture, you were wearing dangling chain-like earrings. Nice, but I prefer you wear your biggest fuck-me hoops to our meeting. And have your hair in a ponytail. 

I imagine you are thinking all sorts of ways to avoid seeing me again. You are totally free to do so. Just toss your laptop in the trash and start over. Unfortunately, you did not leave your address anywhere in your documents, so you are quite safe. 

Also, if you are thinking at all about contacting the cops, you may want to reconsider. You see I have set up an entire website based on you and all your interesting fetishes. There is one entire section with nothing but pictures of you and a few photo manipulations that I made of those pics. 

Don't worry though, the site isn't available to anyone, yet. I've set it up so that I have to enter a pass code every day before noon. If I fail to enter the code on time, the site will automatically go online and send out e-mail messages to everyone in your address book. I might be in jail, Sydney, but you will have a very hard time explaining that website.

Oh, by the way, I want to compliment you on that Halloween set. Seems like when you got home, you decided to take a few extra pictures, wearing only boots and sexy black collar. Very nice, very nice indeed. I have them embedded in an email, saved and ready to send to your mom via your gmail account. Wear the collar.

Yes, yes, I know, you can tell your mom that someone hacked your account, but how do you explain those perfect pictures which are obviously you in a high state of sexual arousal? 

Looking forward to our meeting, 

Master

"Master!" she whispered. She had to think. There must be something she could do. security officer? Her friend who told her to use this computer repairman? But she didn't want anyone to know about this! She had to solve it herself.

[hirarandi]

Sydney closed her laptop as if in a daze and for the next hour she sat staring at the wall, her brain trying to make sense of everything. 'How could this happen?' she thought. 'Who does he think he is?' and 'Why the hell is my pussy so wet?'

She couldn't go through with what he wanted, there was no way, but what else could she do. She couldn't risk letting this information get out, her reputation would never recover. And her parents, oh God what would they think if they saw those pictures.

After a while she just couldn't sit any longer. Her roommate Kira would be home soon and she didn't want her to know that something was wrong. She quickly put her laptop in its protective case. She wanted nothing to do with it anymore, realizing it could be the complete downfall of her.

She made herself busy, wanting to put the shock of it out of her mind in any way she could. Sweeping, dusting, cleaning, she finally made her way to her closet and that was when she remembered the outfit that she had worn on Halloween 2019. The thigh high shiny black boots were hiding in the far corner and she knew that the rest of the outfit had been tucked away in a plastic tote on the overhead shelf.

Sighing loudly she reached up and grabbed the tote and pulled it down. Then she made her way to the back of the closet and grabbed the top of the boots. She tossed everything on her bed and opened the tote. Soon she had everything laid out on her bed. A shiny vinyl black corset with matching vinyl mini skirt, tall fishnet stockings, black thong, and her favorite piece, a collar. Add the boots with five inch spike heels and she had the ultimate slave outfit. 

The outfit had been an impulse buy when she and some friends were shopping for sexy Halloween costumes for a party they were all attending. When she saw the outfit she just knew that she had to buy it and her friends giggled and just figured it was just quirky Sydney being Sydney. But for her it was more than a Halloween costume. She was so wet just thinking about putting it on that she worried her friends would smell her desire right in the store. 

She glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost six thirty already. The message on her laptop had said to be there at ten o-clock. If she was going to go through with this, she needed to be getting ready. In the hours that she had spent after finding the demands on her laptop, she had come to terms with what was inevitable; she was going to have to do what he ordered. The risk of not going there was just too great.

She needed to shower, do her hair in a ponytail, get dressed in the outfit and call him to pick her up. She had also thought about where she wanted to be picked up. He didn't know where she lived yet and she wanted to keep that information from him. She had decided that she would walk from her place on West 37th street to South Vermont Ave. The public library was right there and she could wait for him in front of the sign. It was only a five minute walk. 

Her problem was that she didn't have a long coat to cover up her outfit. Walking around outside in her costume may have been okay on Halloween, but she couldn't go out wearing it tonight. Even walking out the front door to a car in the driveway was too risky, so she would have to borrow Kira's long coat. Asking her roommate to borrow her long coat though would require answering questions that she couldn't answer, so she decided that she would borrow it without telling her. It wasn't like Kira would be wearing it any time soon.

Just then there was a knock at her door and the doorknob started to turn. Sydney raced to the door, catching it just as it opened a crack and blocking the view of the bed. It was Kira her roommate, and she looked startled.

"Geez girl you scared me. Is everything alright?" she asked with a concerned look.

Syd knew that she must look a sight, after all she had been stressing all day. "Oh I'm fine, what's up?"

Kira looked like she wanted to ask more questions but instead she nodded and said "I'm going to hang out with Sam, you want to come?"

Sydney wished she could, but she had to face her problems head on. "No, I've got to study, but I wish I could. Have fun." She closed the door and let out her breath. Now she would be able to get Kira's long coat.

For the next three hours she did everything that she needed to do to get ready. The closer it came to ten o-clock the more she tensed up. Her stomach was full of butterflies and her hands were shaking like a leaf by the time she finished getting ready. She had to admit though, she looked damn good in her outfit. Now she needed to turn on her laptop again because she needed his phone number.

Just turning on her laptop got her anger boiling back up inside her. Anger at the computer guy for blackmailing her, anger at her friend for recommending the computer guy, and anger at herself for being so careless with her fantasies. She read down through his demands again to make sure that she hadn't forgotten anything, then wrote down his number and closed her laptop, sliding it into its case. 

She dialed his number and waited through three rings before he answered. "Hello?"

She didn't want to make small talk with him so she said, "I'll need you to pick me up at the public library. You know where the big cement sign is. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

There was silence on the other end. Was he writing it down she wondered. Was he even there?

"Hello... are you there?" She asked wondering if she dialed the right number.

"You need to remember who it is you are speaking to, slave."

Sydney's blood turned ice cold in her veins and her mind went blank. "Ahhh um..."

"You will call me Master or Sir, and you will ask for your Master's permission to speak. Anything less will earn you punishment. Am I making myself perfectly clear slave?"

"Y-yessir." It was very meek and scared, almost too low to hear.

"Have you dressed the way I instructed, slave?"

"Yes," again very quiet.

"Yes?" his voice sounded displeased.

"Yes, Sir," she responded, gritting her teeth.

"Be there in ten minutes, not a second later," and he hung up.

Quickly she grabbed the laptop, jumped up and rushed to the front door. Ten minutes was possible...if she was wearing sneakers and regular clothes. But would she be able to make it in these five-inch spiked boots and the corset. That was doubtful if not impossible.

She rushed out the front door, slamming it shut and realizing as she started down the front steps that she didn't lock the door. "Shit!!" she exclaimed as she spun around and went back to lock it. This was taking time that she didn't have. Soon she was running down the street as fast as she could. She was glad that she had some experience walking around in high heels, even though these were the highest she had ever worn.

She was glad that there were no neighbors outside and her street being a dead end meant there was never much traffic. At the end of the street there was a short walking path that led out to South Vermont Avenue which was much busier with traffic, both vehicle and foot. She couldn't think about that though, she just needed to get there.

As she came to the end of her street she wondered how much time was left, if any. She could see cars going by on the street up ahead and as she made her way along the short walking path, she could see a vehicle sitting in front of the library sign, its lights and right blinker on. She tried to move quicker but was afraid that she would break a heel if she went faster.

Finally she reached the sidewalk and walked toward the parked car, looking through the window to see if it was him. It was him and she reached for the door handle and tried to open the door. It was locked.

She bent down and looked through the window, knocking lightly and waving. As much as she wanted to not get in the car, she was more afraid of being seen out here by someone she knew, even though she was covered by the long coat, she knew that the bottoms of her boots, which laced up on the back, were visible to anyone behind her.

The window slid down a couple inches and the man behind the wheel said, "You're late, I said ten minutes and it took you twelve minutes thirty five seconds."

"I'm sorry but it's hard to walk in these high heels."

"Where are the hoops?"

Hoops? What hoops? She had no idea what...'Oh my God' she realized 'the earrings, I forgot the earrings.'

"I was specific about what I wanted you to wear tonight. I told you to wear the biggest fuck-me hoops you could find. What else did you miss?"

Sydney couldn't believe that she forgot the earrings "I, uh, I don't have any hoops," she lied. 

He nodded and turned his head to look out the windshield. "Show me," he said and turned back toward her.

"What?" He wasn't serious was he?

"You have ten seconds before I leave and you become the next internet sensation. I'm losing my patience."

Sydney looked around, her heart beating like a jackhammer. Cars were going by on both sides of the street which was separated by a four foot strip of grass. A group of four people was walking toward them on the sidewalk, too far away to see their faces yet, but gaining quickly. She had little time to think about it and that probably helped. The threat of being discovered was great, but she stepped back a half step, set her laptop on the sidewalk, fumbled with the buttons on the coat longer than was comfortable, and finally opened it fully.

She glanced back toward the group of people and was shocked to see that they were moving faster than she had originally thought. She could clearly make out their faces now and they would be walking past her in the next twenty seconds or so. What was worse was she recognized one of them, and he was her Sociology professor. He was walking with a woman who must be his wife, and another couple. They were talking so, for the moment Syd didn't think he had recognized her, but he would soon enough.

She looked back to the man in the car who was just leering at her and said "Please, let me in."

"Please?"

"Please, Sir, let me in," she begged.

He glanced down the street at the group of people approaching and nodded, then reached down and hit the button to unlock all doors. "Get in," he said and Sydney didn't hesitate. She quickly hid her face as the group of people walked by. 

"You know those people?" the man asked as he shifted into drive and pulled out into traffic.

"Yes, one of them," Sydney answered. She was just starting to get herself calmed down.

They drove about a quarter mile before turning right on West 37th Place, then another right onto Halldale Ave before pulling into the driveway at the house. They were both quiet the whole way, although Sydney had many questions to ask the man. 

She knew that her friend had told her the man's name, but she couldn't remember it. "Let's go," he said, getting out of the car and heading inside. 

Sydney grabbed her laptop and followed the man on shaky legs. She couldn't believe that she was here, that she was going to go through with this. As she reached the threshold of the home she felt her eyes filling up with tears. Her stomach was in knots and she was as tense as she had ever been in her life. She paused in the doorway, her legs wouldn't move forward.

He stood just inside the house waiting for her, giving her one last chance to bail out and head for home. He waited patiently for nearly one minute before speaking, his calm words startling her from her trance. "I won't stop you if you want to leave, but this is what your fantasy is. This is what you have been waiting for and dreaming about for years. In fact, I'll be willing to bet that right at this moment, your pussy is soaking wet."

Syd flinched as she became aware of the fact that he was right, she was wet down there. But it couldn't be for the reason he said...could it? She didn't really want this. She was still a virgin after all, she was saving her virginity for the right one, and this man was not the right one. 

"Ten seconds and I close the door for good," he said, looking down at his watch.

Sydney took a deep breath, let it out and swallowed hard before stepping forward into the house.

[hirarandi]

The man stepped around her, closed the door, and ordered, "Take off the coat."

Sydney made no move to obey the obvious command. She was so full of emotions, fear, anger, humiliation and one that she could not deny, but hated to admit, excitement. This was wrong on so many levels, and yet she was so wet down there.

"Look, slut, we are not going to argue, debate, or discuss every order I give you. You know the alternative to disobedience, so take off the fucking coat!"

It felt like a slap in the face, but Sydney realized he held all the cards. She removed her coat, and gave it to his hand which appeared at her side. She trembled slightly, but tried to remain strong. She thought back to the only other time that she had worn this outfit, the Halloween party. She had gotten so much attention from both guys and girls that she was strutting herself around like she was queen. Now, wearing this costume made her feel so self-conscious, it was like being naked.

She decided that, at least for the time being, she would obey his commands. If she was going to find a way out of this mess, she would have to make him think that she was complying. All she would have to do is outsmart him, and Sydney was quite certain that she was up to the task.

"Lock your hands behind your neck, thrust out your chest, and spread your legs," he commanded, as he walked around to face her, standing not quite within her space, but close enough to make her tilt slightly backwards...until she realized this actually pushed her breasts out even more. Sydney stood straight and stared into the distance.

Stepping aside, he said, "Walk to the end of the hallway, turn, and come back. Keep your hands where they are."

Sounding like an innocent request, she began to walk down the hall, turned and was halfway back when he spoke.

"You walk like a duck. I said walk, not waddle! Use your obvious assets, one step nearly in front of the other. Walk like a model, not like a librarian! Sheesh, you have so much to learn."

"A librarian!" she thought. WTF! Sydney knew she was attractive and took pride in her looks and appearance. She would show this idiot. She immediately changed her strut, and when ordered to repeat the walk, she did so with her ass swaying in sync with her gait. She handled heals well, she believed, and this jerk would see her at her best.

"Acceptable," he said.

"Acceptable!" She blurted out, her anger finally getting the best of her, "Look, I don't know what kind of bullshit game this is, but I don't have time to waste walking up and down your fucking hallway. Just fix my laptop and I'll get out of here and forget about the whole thing." She surprised herself with the outburst. She very rarely swore, especially to her elders, whom she had been raised to always respect.

The man stared at her with an angry look in his eyes, then he stepped over to the door and opened it. "Get out!!" he snapped, pointing sharply with his finger. Sydney, startled by his sudden forcefulness actually stepped in that direction before stopping. She couldn't leave, not until she got all her files back on her computer.

"I...I can't" she stuttered and before she could say any more, he reached out, grabbed her arm roughly and yanked her out the door onto the stoop. He then stepped back inside, slammed the door and locked it.

Hot tears burned at the corners of her eyes and she blinked them away, turning back toward the door. Her laptop and Kira's long coat were still in his kitchen, and worse, she was standing out here in this outfit which left very little to the imagination. She knocked quickly and waited, suddenly feeling the urge to pee.

She waited ten seconds then knocked again, louder this time and with more urgency. Anyone walking down the street right now would get quite an eyeful and Sydney was well aware of that. He still wouldn't open the door and the thought of walking all the way back home in this outfit was starting to look like a real possibility.

If she had money and a cell phone she could call herself a cab. She was sure cab drivers had seen plenty of bizarre things while driving, so a young lady in a fuck-me outfit would be water-cooler talk only until the next weirdo called for a ride. Unfortunately for her though, she had neither phone nor money, being that this outfit had no place to stash it.

For a third time she knocked, very loudly this time, and called out "Please let me in...I'm sorry!" She estimated that she had been out here for at least a minute and she could hear someone talking out by the street. A car approached and she knocked again "Please, Master, let me in." It seemed like the right thing to call him and it worked, he opened the door.

Syd tried to enter the house before the car drove by but he stood blocking the entrance. Tears were now flowing down Sydney's face, she was so embarrassed and afraid he was going to lock her out again. "May I come in please?" she sniffed. He didn't move, just smirked, then started to close the door again. "WAIT!!" she shouted "Master, please may I come in?"

Finally, he stepped back and held the door open for her. Quickly she rushed in. She was crying fully now, feeling pretty low. After closing the door and locking it, the man handed Syd a paper towel to clean herself up. He waited patiently while she mopped up her face, then took the towel from her and deposited it in the trash.

"Let me make myself perfectly clear," he began. "I am not interested in your problems. I don't care what you want. I don't give a shit about your feelings. It makes no difference to me whether or not you become the next internet sensation, or whether or not your video goes viral."

He paused, letting his words sink in, then continued, "You need to remember that you need me, not the other way around."

This was all so much for Sydney, she was still calming her heavily beating heart from being locked out and this was definitely not going the way she wanted it to go.

"So," he started again after a pause, "you can either leave now, find your own way home, or you can follow me to my studio for some pictures."

"Pictures?" That wasn't what she expected to hear, but she figured this would be where he would want to fuck her.

He sighed loudly, as if he was frustrated with her ignorance. "Let me guess, you were expecting to get fucked right? I mean why else would I bring you here tonight in that outfit, right? Listen bitch, I can get all the high quality cunt that I want whenever I want. Real women who know all about what it takes to please a man. I'm not interested in fucking your pathetic little no-talent pussy. I'd have better sex with my hand. You give yourself way too much credit.

"You are here tonight to model. I bet that you even suck at that, but I'm going to try to get something decent out of it. I figure you have to be good at something, I just have to figure out what that something is."

No one had ever talked to Sydney like this man was. She was used to guys going out of their way to be nice to her. She knew she was pretty, hell she knew she was gorgeous, probably even professional model material if she ever chose that field. This guy though, he seemed like he was disgusted with her. She assumed that he would be all over her the moment they walked in the house, but he didn't want her. Maybe he was gay.

The way he had talked to her just made her want to prove to him that he was wrong. Besides, she had always wondered what it would be like to be a model. She even thought she would be good at it. So she decided that she was going to show him that she was capable of doing it and doing it well.

"I haven't got all night, you need to decide now what you are doing."

"I'll do it but I need..." she stopped herself from saying what she wanted to say which was 'I need my files back' and instead thought she better not so instead she finished with, "I need to pee first."

The man stared at her for several second before stepping forward to stand about a foot in front of her. He reached up with his right hand and gently caressed her arm, sliding his hand slowly and softly up to her shoulder, as if he was her lover. She closed her eyes and shivered as his fingers tickled her softly. Once his hand was on her shoulder, he slid his fingers behind the curve of her neck as if he was going to pull her face toward his to kiss her, but instead, he grabbed the top of her ponytail roughly and yanked her head back while grabbing her throat with his left hand.

Syd let out a yelp as he put his lips up close to her ear and whispered, "Listen to me, you stupid whore, when you are in my presence, you will address me as Master. I don't want to hear about what you need, you are slave, and you will call yourself slave at all times. You need to say 'Master, slave needs to go pee.' Got it?"

"Yes" she answered.

"WHAT!!" this time he yelled.

"YES, yes sir I...mean yes Master." She was so flustered she couldn't think straight.

"So say it right."

"Master, may slave please go to the bathroom?"

"You need to learn your lesson slave so you will hold it until I give you permission to go. You can go after the first set of pictures. I suggest that you get your scrawny ass moving."

He turned and led her down the hallway to a door on the left and Syd was surprised by how large the room was. There were all sorts of professional photographer equipment in here. Tripods, cameras, professional lighting and reflecting screens. There was also a bed with restraints, a large sand box filled with beach sand and assorted beach toys, several pieces of bondage equipment in one corner and an ominous looking reclining chair that resembled a dental chair.

Sydney shivered in anticipation of what he was going to require of her. She had been told by friends of hers that she should go into modeling, but she never expected something like this.

"Let's see what you've got. Get your ass up on the bed and put on a show while I get the lighting just right and my cameras ready."

Without comment, she obeyed, climbing onto the bed and kneeling, her ass resting on her boots. She watched him while he moved a tripod around, along with a screen. Then he grabbed his digital camera and said "Alright, show me what you got."

With no experience, but a desire to impress, Sydney did her best to give him a variety of poses, legs tucked, on her stomach, head propped on her hands, reclining with her head on one bent elbow, smiles, licking lips, head cocked, frowns and just about anything that she could think of. He encouraged her by using the word 'good' several times, but he also shook his head a few times and grumbled, as if he wasn't too happy.

"I see you shave your pussy, slut."

Sydney was mortified by that comment, so intimate, yet spoken so matter-of-factly. She didn't respond.

"Is that correct, slut?"

"Yes, Master."

"Answer in complete sentences, you dumb cunt!" he scolded.

"Yes, Master, your slave shaves, except for a small triangle above her pussy."

"Show me, slave." She hesitated. "Now, slave!" he demanded.

Sydney lifted her skirt slightly, and tugging her black thong to the side, revealed a neatly trimmed triangle pointing downward towards her very wet pussy. She looked up, her eyes moist with tears, and noticed the bulge in his pants.

"Very nice, but it has to go for our next photo shoot. Shave it all clean as a baby when you get home tonight." Seeing the rather dull look in her eyes, he continued, "Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Master," she responded in a monotone, "your slave will shave it all tonight."

"Okay, I want to see your sexiest kajira look."

Sydney hesitated at his reference to the slave girls of the fiction stories that she liked so much. She had read all the books in the series and the covers of each paperback showed a slave, dressed in very little, kneeling, knees split widely, back straight and hands in various positions.

She knelt and spread her knees, her bladder about to burst, but she was determined to get through this. She was well aware that this was the kajira's way of offering herself to her Master. The only difference was that she was wearing the black thong, while the kajira would never be allowed to wear underwear.

"Good, that looks great, now pout, show me your sexiest look. Let me see the slave that we know is within you."

She was starting to sweat under the hot lights and the fact that she had to pee so badly. It was very uncomfortable and she was worried that she wouldn't be able to hold out. She had to do something.

"Excuse me..." she started to move out of her pose, holding it was not an option anymore in her state. "Sir, I really need to..."

"Fuck, what the hell is your problem now?" he yelled.

Sydney was holding her belly and squeezing her legs tightly. She felt a drop of sweat dripping down her forehead, the urge to pee now the only thing she could think of. "I have to pee real bad, Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't wait anymore."

He took a deep breath as if he was calming his sudden anger and said, "Follow me," and turned to walk out the door. As he was walking down the hall toward the bathroom, she was hurrying as quickly as she could. 

The man swung the door to the bathroom open and flipped on the light. Syd quickly rushed by him mumbling, "Thank you," and reached back to close the door.

"NO," he said, putting his arm up in front of the door, "it stays open."

Syd looked at him with wide unbelieving eyes. He wasn't moving away, just standing there waiting. He was going to watch her go pee!!

"But, can I have some privacy please?" Her urgency made her forget how she was supposed to speak to him.

He just stood there with his arms crossed, waiting and staring at her, until she couldn't wait any more and she pulled her thong down, moved her skirt and sat to pee. It was so humiliating peeing in front of this man while he leered at her that she lowered her face in embarrassment.

Being that she had waited so long to go, she was really full and it seemed to take forever before her flow slowed and finally stopped. She quickly grabbed some toilet paper and wiped, then half stood to pull her thong up.

"Stop," the man commanded. "Take it off and hand it to me."

Sydney's blood went cold and she froze with her thong at her thighs. Was this when he would force her to have sex with him? He said he wouldn't, but now she wasn't so sure. Taking a deep breath, she slowly lowered the garment off her feet and handed it to him. She was well aware that they were quite damp and hoped that he wouldn't notice.

As he took the thong from her he raised it up close to his face and smelled deeply. Sydney, disgusted by his wanton display, crinkled her nose up and and shook her head slightly. It was almost imperceptible but he noticed just the same.

"Turn around," he said, and Syd was aware that this was probably the time she would lose her virginity. What a way to become a woman, in a bathroom with a virtual stranger who was blackmailing her. Not exactly the way she had envisioned her first time.

Slowly she turned her back on him and awaited her fate. He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. Then she felt him tie her wrists together using the moist thong. It was frightening to her but it was also somewhat exciting for some reason. 

When he had finished securing her hands he took her arm and led her back out toward the kitchen/dining area. He marched her over to the table and sat himself in a chair. Then he spun Syd around and pulled her so she was lying face down across his lap. 

Realization struck her that he was about to spank her and she whimpered as her head sank down close to the floor and her bottom was propped up in his lap. She felt him pull her skirt out of the way and was well aware that she was totally exposed to him. 

"Slaves who disobey their Master need to be punished. You have spoken to me disrespectfully and you have forgotten to call me Master on several occasions. You have used the word "I" when referring to yourself, disobeying my command that you are no longer an "I", but a slave. Therefore, it is my duty to give you a reminder of who is in charge here. You will receive thirty swats and I expect you to keep count."

Syd felt his hand resting on her bare bottom and she shivered. She waited for what seemed like a long time, wondering what he was doing, then, without any warning, *SLAP* she felt the sting and let out a howl. It hurt more than she was expecting and she squirmed around, forgetting what she had been ordered to do.

He held off on the next swat a good ten seconds before *SLAP*SLAP*SLAP*SLAP*SLAP* five quick hard slaps on alternating cheeks. 

"AAAAHHHHH!!" Sydney screeched wildly and bucked around, trying to get up.

He held her fast and said in a calm voice "Apparently I didn't make myself clear enough to you slave. You are responsible for counting every spank, out loud."

Sydney was crying again, but this time it was from the pain in her backside. She hadn't been spanked since she was a little girl and she couldn't remember it hurting this much. She quickly made a count of the slaps she had already received and said "Six, six spanks Master."

"Oh, no, that's not going to work," he began "we start over right now." *SLAP*

"OOWWW huh one Master" *SLAP* "UUUHHH t t two master" *SLAP* "OOO THREE MASTER" *SLAP* "FFFFOUR MASTER" *SLAP* FFFFIIVE MMASTER PLEASE NO MORE!!"

She was bawling now, her bottom was stinging hot and she still had twenty five more to go. He pulled her back so she was kneeling on the side of him and looked into her face. "Look at you. Fucking pitiful. I can't keep up your punishment with you screaming like that." 

He stood up and walked to the counter where he opened a drawer and pulled out a dish rag. Then he went back to the chair, sat down, and proceeded to use the dish rag to cleanup Syd's face. He was very gentle and his gentleness calmed her. 

The calming was short lived however, because after he finished wiping her tears away, he began twisting the cloth tightly and said, "Open wide." 

Sydney felt the hot rush of tears once more as she realized what he meant to do. He was going to gag her. "No, please Master, your slave will be good, she swears. Please give her one more chance."

He shushed her by placing a finger on her lips and said "You will receive the rest of your spanks and if you don't follow directions, I will add twenty more. Now open."

Whining and blubbering, Sydney opened her mouth and let him gag her with the rag. Once more she was placed back over his lap and she tensed up as she waited for the blows to start.

*SLAP* "MMMMMPPH" *SLAP* "MMMMPPHH" *SLAP* "MMPPHH *SLAP* "MMPPH"

On and on it went, each slap brought another grunt from Sydney. She was keeping count in her head and after the tenth slap, which was actually fifteen when added to the five that she had counted, he paused.

"Your poor little bottom is so red, it must be very sore. I'll give you a choice for the last ten spanks. You can get them on your bottom if you'd like. Or, if you want to give your cheeks a break, I can give them on your thighs. It's your choice. Let's say if you want it on your bottom, give me one grunt, if you want it on your thighs, give me two grunts."

Sydney couldn't stand any more on her butt, it was just too sore, so without hesitating, she grunted twice. She didn't like the idea of her thighs being next, but she needed to give her bottom a rest.

"So you want it on your thighs, huh? You may regret that, slave." He was rubbing her sore ass cheeks with the same hand that he had just spanked her with. "You're going to have to stand up and lean over the table." 

He pulled her up and she stood on quaking legs, her ass feeling like it was on fire, and he folded her over the table so her top half was lying across the table top. He then slid her legs apart so she was spread out in front of him. It was a very exposed position to be in and Sydney cringed in embarrassment.

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My hand is getting sore so I'll be using my belt for the last ten."

Syd didn't know if that was good news or bad, but she gritted her teeth and prepared for the first swat.

*SSHHWWIIISS* *SSHHWWIISS* He swung the belt around a few times for effect, and each time Syd braced for an impact that never came. Then, after several empty swishes, *SSHHWWIISNAP* "MMMMMMPPPHHH"

It was on the inner thigh, high up where it would be the most sensitive. It felt like he had taken a large rubber band, stretched it to almost breaking, and let it snap about an inch below her pussy on the thigh. She had thought that it hurt on her bottom, but this was far worse.

"One," he said, then, "only nine more."

The next nine swats came on alternating thighs, each one bringing a fresh grunt, more tears and more pain. When finally the last blow came, she stayed on the table crying for several minutes, her hands still tied behind her back with her thong. 

After several minutes of stinging, burning pain, she jumped when she felt something cool touch her inner thighs. She turned her head and saw the man kneeling behind her holding a jar of aloe in one hand and applying it on her sore thighs and buttocks as gently as a lover would. It was such a soothing sensation that she laid her head back down and let him continue.

He covered every red splotch with a generous helping of the soothing, cool cream, and never once did his hand touch her pussy. If he had, he would have felt just how wet she was, because she was more than wet, she was drenched. He didn't have to touch her pussy though, because he could smell her desire. The scent of her sex was heavy in the room. Even though the spanking had hurt like hell, it had also made her juice like a tomato, just as he knew it would.

He untied her hands and helped her up then untied the gag. Using the dry side he wiped her tears away and walked her into another room where he allowed her to lay face down on a couch. He went back into the kitchen and returned moments later with a tall glass of ice water for her and a small box, wrapped with a ribbon.

Her bottom feeling better, she turned and gently sat so she could take a drink. "I want you to take home this jar of aloe and rub it on yourself three times a day, it will help you heal." He handed the jar to her then continued talking. "I was planning another photo shoot tonight, but we will have to reschedule it. You'll come back tomorrow, 1 in the afternoon, so we can get that done. I want you to wear what is in this box. You can open it at home. We are done for tonight, but before you go I have a gift for you."

He left the room again and returned carrying a velvet box. It looked very expensive to Sydney.

"Close your eyes and don't open them until I say."

She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to make him angry again. She heard him open the box and then felt him fiddling with her left ear. It was earrings that he had gotten her and she wondered what they looked like. She felt him place it and then she heard a click that was rather odd but she wasn't concerned. He swapped sides and soon she heard the same click on the right side. 

She almost opened her eyes then, but then she remembered his order and kept them shut tightly. It was a good thing because he wasn't done yet. She should have known by the size of the velvet box there was more than just earrings in it. Next she felt him unhooking the collar around her neck and soon after he had wrapped a necklace on her. Once more she heard the loud click as he latched it. She couldn't wait to see what he had given her.

"Open your eyes now." he said and she did. "You will have to wait until you get home to see your gifts. Also, I will allow you to choose one file to have back on your laptop, so choose carefully."

Twenty minutes later he was driving her home. He asked her if she wanted to be dropped off at her apartment, but she was too worried about him knowing where she lived so she had him drop her at the spot he picked her up. She quickly hurried back to her place and walked in the door at one o-clock in the morning. There was a light on in her roommate's room and she quickly rushed by to her room, trying to be a quiet as possible in the heels.

She made it into her room without being spotted and quickly locked the door behind her. She could finally let out her breath that she had been holding in. She wanted out of the outfit so she stripped it off then went to the mirror. She was looking at her buttocks and thighs in the mirror and was relieved that there were no cuts, just bright red splotches all over. It wasn't nearly as bad as she thought.

That was when she remembered the jewelry and she turned to face the mirror and see. The necklace came into view first and she gasped at what she saw. It was all sparkly diamonds in the shape of one word, SLUT. 

Quickly she turned to look at the earrings and discovered that they matched the necklace. 

She shook her head thinking, 'there is no way I'm wearing these' and she tried to take the earrings off. She hadn't worn earrings long, but she had never had issues taking any off before. These, however, would not come off and when she tried the necklace she found out why. They were locked on and they needed a special key to unlock.

Chapter 04

Sydney couldn't believe what was happening to her. She had actually thought that her Master (he had never given her his name, so she decided to call him Master, in her own mind) was being nice when he gave her the gifts. How stupid she now felt for letting him put these degrading pieces of jewelry on her. Hiding them was going to be so difficult, if not impossible. Quickly she started undoing her ponytail thinking that she could cover the gaudy earrings with her long hair. The necklace would have to be covered with a turtleneck and she would beg him tomorrow to take it off.

She had to take a shower. The sweat and crustiness around her pussy demanded this. She luxuriated in the warm cascade, imagining all her worries washing down the drain, but one look at the red stripes on the part of her thighs that she could see reminded her of the ordeal. Every toss of her head brought the SLUT earrings in contact with her neck. 

She walked barefoot back to her room, and as she shook out her hair, she was startled by a knock on the door, and her roommate Kira calling, "Hey, Syd, can I come in?"

"Just a sec," she called out. She quickly grabbed the outfit off the bed and threw it into the closet. She grabbed an extra large button down shirt, one that she used to bum around the house on weekends, and slipped it on, quickly buttoning the top several buttons, then checked herself in the mirror. She had to pull her hair forward to cover the earrings and was still worried that they could be seen, but it would have to do for now. 

Finally, as happy with her appearance as she was going to be, she opened the door. Kira stepped in to the room and gave Syd a funny look. "Are you cold?" she asked, wondering why Sydney was holding the shirt up close to her neck.

Thinking quickly Syd answered "Haha ,no, I just had a chill, that's all. So, did you have fun tonight with Sam?

"Yeah, it was great, you should have come with us."

"I know but, you know I, ahh, I had so much shit to do."

"What exactly did you do tonight, Syd? Because I came in at midnight and..." she glanced around at the clock on the nightstand before finishing, "you just strolled in at like one a.m., girl. So the way I see it, you got some explaining to do." She grinned as if she was about to be let in on some secret. 

"Oh, well, um, I studied so hard that I got a headache and uhh, I guess I thought that if I took a walk, you know, it might help clear my mind and wake me up so I just took a walk is all." She hated lying to Kira, who was not just her roommate but one of her best friends.

"A walk? You went for a walk at this hour on these streets by yourself? Are you friggin out of your mind? Syd, you never go out by yourself at night around here, you know that. What were you thinking?"

Sydney nodded and turned away from her friend, worried that she might see the lie written all over her face. For now she seemed to believe it so she would go with it. "Yeah, I know, I guess I wasn't really think..." She was going to say 'thinking too clearly' but she was cut off by Kira's cry.

"Oh God, Syd, what the hell happened to your legs!?!"

Syd froze and closed her eyes tightly. She had forgotten about the welts on her legs. "It's just a rash," she lied. "I got some cream to put on it, it's nothing really." She sat down on the end of her bed, forcing herself to not wince at the pain.

"A rash, Sydney, that does not look like a rash. Holy shit that looks painful. Have you been to a doctor?"

"It's fine really," she grabbed the jar of aloe on her nightstand. "I have this aloe to put on it. I'll rub some on before I go to bed."

Kira stood there with a concerned look on her face, then said "Come on, I'll help you put it on. Roll over and lay back."

"Oh no, you don't need to do that, I'm fine really, but thanks anyway." It suddenly felt very warm in here to Sydney, and her pussy started to leak.

"Oh stop it girl, you know I don't mind. Now I won't take no for an answer so you might as well just roll over and deal with it."

Sydney was shaking her head no, but was slowly turning around and moving up on the bed. Kira and she had always been close and they took care of each other, so this wasn't a totally unusual thing to do.

Kira moved around to her side, as Sydney reclined on the bed, and opened the jar of aloe. She scooped out a generous dollop and, starting down by the backs of her knees, rubbed the cream in. 

Syd gasped at the coolness on her warm skin and was soon well aware of how different her roommate's soft hands felt on her skin versus the hands of her... Master. 

The hands sliding softly up her inner thighs was doing something to Sydney that she really never expected. It was making her horny. She wondered how far up her legs her roommate would travel, and the closer she came to her pussy, the more Sydney became wet. She knew that she should stop her, but she really didn't want to.

The question of how far up she would travel was about to be answered as her hands slid up to the bottom of her butt cheeks, and she lifted the bottom of the long shirt to see how far the 'rash' had traveled.

"Oh, poor girl, it's on your butt, too," she said, moving the tail of the shirt up higher.

Now this should really stop and Sydney was ready to get up and end it, but then she felt the gentle hands start to caress her sore butt cheeks and she couldn't move. It was so soothing and nice and she just melted into the bed. Kira was thorough to and didn't hesitate to slide her hand down between her friend's legs and rub the cooling liquid all over.

By this time, Sydney was hoping that Kira would rub some into her pussy. She knew it wouldn't take much to set her off, but Kira only brushed lightly against her outer lips once and it seemed to be an accident.

"There, how's that?" she said climbing off the bed and closing the jar of aloe. "It is the strangest rash I have ever seen, I'll tell you that. If it is not better by morning, I am taking you to the campus health center."

"Thank you, it feels better now," Syd answered and then, "Listen I'm real tired so we'll talk more in the morning okay. I'm sure it will be better." She wanted some time alone to take care of some unfinished business.

"Yeah, I've got to wash my hands, too," Kira replied as she headed toward the door. She stopped before going out and said "Listen, hun, you know I'm here if you need to talk about anything right?"

Sydney felt a rush of tears getting ready to come bursting out, but she held them back and smiled a pained smile, "Of course, I know that. I'm fine though, really, just really tired."

"Okay, good night." She closed the door leaving Sydney alone.

Sighing loudly, as if she had been holding her breath, Sydney quickly stripped the long shirt off and sat in her favorite masturbation position, on her leather computer chair, her legs spread wide over the arms of the chair. She wasted no time at all, spreading her thick labia with two fingers and, using the other hand, she dipped her index finger into the heated wetness and started rubbing up and down. Tonight she didn't need to have her computer powerpoints of girls in bondage to help; she was already so close.

Her mind was a blur of the evening's events, culminating in Kira rubbing her inner thighs and buttocks with aloe. The feelings that she experienced were confusing to her, but that didn't matter in the moment. The only thing that mattered right now was cumming and her hand was a blur as she rubbed up and down and her mind pictured lewd images of bondage and Master and Kira and she was so close and only a little bit more and right there, right there, don't stop, oohhhhsssshhhhhiiiiiittttttt yyyessssss. The spasms began and the pleasure was so intense that she had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from moaning out loud.

She sat for many minutes afterward catching her breath and slowing her heart rate, then went straight to bed. Normally she would wash up after masturbating, but tonight she was just too tired. Besides, she loved the smell of herself just afterward. It didn't take long at all to fall into a deep sleep.

The bright sunlight shining in through the window woke Sydney up and she wondered why she hadn't closed it before going to bed. She tried to turn over but for some reason she couldn't. That was when she realized that she was tied spread eagle to the bed and was totally naked.

Just then Kira walked in wearing the long shirt Sydney had worn the night before. The shirt wasn't buttoned though and her breasts and pubic area were clearly visible. 

"Kira, why am I tied up?" Sydney asked.

"Master wanted you this way," she replied. "We must follow Master's instructions always."

Syd couldn't believe what she was hearing. Kira and Master? It didn't seem possible. "Kira, please untie me!"

"Oh, I can't do that, slave, not until Master gives his approval. He wants another photo shoot of you with that 'rash', as you called it."

Photo shoot, what was she talking about? Syd turned her head and realized that what she had thought was sunlight through the window, was in fact the lighting that had been in the photo studio. He had all his equipment set up in her room, ready to shoot.

"Wha's going on?" Syd turned back to Kira just in time to see her slip the shirt off her shoulders and drop it onto the floor. She was naked except for the collar she wore around her neck.

Syd watched with wide unbelieving eyes as her roommate, her best friend, climbed onto the end of the bed between her spread legs and crawled up so her face was inches away from her pussy.

"Kira, what are you doing?" she whined.

"Master wants us to put on a show hun, just lay back and enjoy it." Then, smiling widely, she lowered her face and sniffed deeply the scent of Syd's pussy. "MMMM, smells delicious." Then she stuck out her tongue which was impossibly long and licked from asshole to clit. She looked up again, smiling and said, "Oh, you are delicious, I'm just gonna eat you right up." Then she dove in, driving her long tongue deep into her pussy and slurping lewdly.

Flashes going off to her right reminded Sydney that the man, their Master, was here and he was snapping pictures. This was so crazy, but it felt so good. Kira was licking and sucking and slurping and Sydney was going to cum if she kept going. She didn't want this, it was wrong, but she didn't want it to stop, either. She was going to cum and she was moaning loudly and said "Oh Kira, don't stop, don't stop I'm cuuuuuuummmmiiinnnngggg!!" and she was cumming again and it felt so good and she didn't want it to stop, not ever and suddenly...

She was alone in her bed and it was still dark. Her hand was in her pussy which was soaking wet. Her heart was racing and the feeling in her pussy told her that she had just finished masturbating. It had all been a dream, a very vivid dream. She shivered in the cool night air, her blankets were on the floor, and there was a rather large wet spot on the sheet under her butt.

She got up on trembling legs and made her way to the bathroom to get a towel, walking past Kira's open bedroom door naked. It was still dark in there so she figured she was asleep anyway. Back in her room, she placed the towel on the wet spot, pulled the blankets back up on the bed and crawled under the covers. There was forty five minutes left before the sun even came up, so she tried to fall back asleep, but she had too much on her mind to sleep. She reached under the covers to stroke her pussy.

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Sydney managed to get a little more sleep, but was far from rested when she awoke a few hours later. When she turned slightly, the pain on her ass and thighs made her jerk and nearly cry out. She reached up to toss her hair aside, and felt the dangling earrings that marked her as a SLUT, and she reached down to tug lightly on the necklace. She had to find a way out of this trap, she thought.

She had to take another shower, not only to clean her groin area again, and to put conditioner on her hair, but to shave her triangle above her pussy. She could not risk angering Master. Using her razor, the triangle was gone in just a few strokes. She continued to shave all the stubble that had grown in the past day. She knew she was stimulating her pussy, but the shower washed away the evidence. At last it was done, and turning the water to ice cold, she managed to turn off her juicing cunt.

As she dried herself, she knew it would be nearly impossible to hide the SLUT charms indefinitely. The earrings were hidden by her hair, but she could not continue to wear high button shirts and sweaters. She experimented and by turning the necklace around, leaving only the silver chain showing, made it possible to temporarily hide the damning letters SLUT.

Kira was eating breakfast, toast, cereal and a banana, when Sydney walked into the kitchen fresh from the shower at 9 a.m. Even though nothing had happened last night, she still felt a little awkward. The dream was still fresh in her mind and she was having a hard time being in the same room. And she had to remember not to fling her hair, as she often did, for that would surely reveal the earrings.

It was Sunday morning so she was just wearing her thin robe for now. After breakfast she would get dressed. She had to walk back to her Master's place at 1:00 to do the other photo shoot and hopefully get some more files back. Last night before he brought her home, she had him put some of her homework back on. 

"Hey, girl, did you get a good night sleep?" Kira asked and bit into her toast with butter.

"Uhh, yeah, I guess," she answered. Feeling her cheeks flush, she went to the fridge to hide her face.

Kira lazily chewed and watched her roommate with knowing eyes. "Did you have any good dreams?" she asked, a grin forming on the corners of her mouth.

Sydney felt a chill go down her spine and her breath caught in her throat. Why was she asking about dreams? She had to calm her nerves before answering; it had to be a coincidence. She took a deep breath and said, "Dreams, I can never remember my dreams. Why do you ask?"

"That's too bad because by the sounds of it you were having a doozy of a dream."

Syd almost dropped the milk jug she was holding."Wwhat do you mean?" Her voice was cracking and she wanted to leave.

"Well, I heard you moan real loud and then you were talking. I could be wrong but it sounded like...well, it sounded like you were screaming my name and a few...other things. Were you dreaming about me, Syd?" She picked up her banana and bit into it.

Although Sydney was uncomfortable, she was trying to act like it was another normal day, so she brought the milk and a box of cereal to the table. Trying to act nonchalant, she shrugged. "Don't think so. Why would I dream about you?"

"Wellllll, I don't know, but you went right straight to the bathroom afterward."

Sydney busied herself with her cereal and didn't answer.

"So, how is your ahhh rash?"

She knows, Sydney thought. How could she know though? Again trying to be nonchalant she answered, "It's fine thanks."

"I'll rub some more aloe on it for you."

"Oh, ah, thanks but I'm all set."

Kira reached across the table and put her hand on Syd's arm. "Look, I don't want that rash getting infected or anything, so after we eat we are going to go put some more cream on. Okay?"

Sydney nodded, lowered her head and quickly ate her cereal. Ten minutes later the two roommates walked into Sydney's room. "Kira, this really is unnecessary, it's pretty much all healed anyway."

"You just get over there and assume the position. I'll decide whether it's healed or not." Kira ordered as she grabbed the jar of aloe and walked back to the bed. 

Sydney laid on the bed face down again and pulled up the bottom of her robe just to the bottom of her buttocks. Kira stood behind her for a few seconds then reached down, grabbed the bottom hem of the robe and yanked it half way up her back. "Let's not be modest now, I've already seen all your girlie bits."

Once again Sydney felt her cheeks flush. Kira started applying the cream again, but this time she began on her butt and used both hands. It was as if she was massaging her ass, rubbing all over and deep into the crack. She pushed her thumbs down between her roommate's legs on either side of her pussy, not touching it but so close. 

Sydney was holding her breath the entire time, wanting so bad for her friend to touch her there, but also terrified that she would. Kira lingered a little too long on her friend's ass, before moving down the thighs, rubbing in the ointment along the way. The welts seemed to be going down quite nicely.

Finally, after several minutes of sensuous rubbing, she declared that she was done and left the room. Sydney was so turned on and when she sat up she realized that the air was thick with her smell. Kira must have been able to smell it, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

She walked to the chair next to her desk and picked up the box, wondering what she would have to wear to the photo shoot. Opening the box and setting aside the tissue paper, her heart skipped a beat. Clearly, it was a bikini, but not one she would ever wear. She had toyed with getting a microkini, but this was only a few red strings. She lifted them from the box, and for a moment had no idea which was the top, and which was the bottom. She turned and twisted the strings, trying to figure it out. Had there been a triangle or two, to cover her breasts and crotch, she would have known, but these were just strings. Eventually she managed to connect and tie the strings and guessed this had to be right.

But how could she ever appear before Master dressed like this! She thought this was worse than being naked, because wearing these strings clearly drew the focus towards her most intimate parts. She checked herself in the mirror and gasped. 

She put on some jeans and a blouse, dark enough to cover the red strings that made the top of the bikini. With the necklace turned around and her hair covering her earrings, this was the best she could do under the circumstances. He had not mentioned heels, so she put on her flowery tennies that made her happy.

She kept herself busy for the rest of the morning, trying to keep her mind off what was coming up, but she kept glancing at the time. Before long it was time to leave the house. She left at 12:30, giving herself a half hour to make it to his house. By the time she arrived at his place she was sweating, both from nerves and the exercise. She knocked loudly and waited until he opened the door.

"Hello, slave," he greeted her and gestured for her to come in. 

She stood on the stoop for a few seconds thinking about the nerve of this man to call her slave. "Master, your slave is trying to be polite and respectful to you, and thanks you for the lovely jewelry you gave her last night, but will you please remove them?"

"I can't even see them, slave. Why should I remove something I can't even see. It would seem you do not really appreciate my gift to you."

"But your slave does appreciate your gifts, Master," she lied, "but surely Master realizes she cannot wear them 24/7."

"Yes, you have a point, slave, and your Master is not unreasonable. The earrings you brought on yourself, however, by not wearing hoops when I told you to, agreed?"

"Yes, Master, your slave agrees," thinking it best to continue to pacify him. Things seemed to be going in the right direction.

"If you agree to wear nothing but hoops for earrings, with a diameter of no less than 2 inches, then your understanding Master will remove these earrings. If I ever hear of you being out in public, in college or elsewhere, without your fuck-me hoops, I will weld these lovely SLUT hoops onto your ears and you will never get them off. Fortunately, I have some replacement 2-inch hoops here, so I will remove these," and with a click of a small key he removed the SLUT hoops.

"Now, as for the necklace, which I see you have hidden by turning it around..." Damn, she thought, I forgot to face it forwards when I arrived. Nooooooooooooo! "...here is my problem. I own you, slave. How will anyone know you belong to me? Tell you what, I'll give you a choice. You will wear something on your body that signifies what you are, a slut and a slave. I have a tighter fitting collar, a belly chain, and an anklet with the words SLUT or SLAVE dangling from them. Your choice."

"But Master..." she was about to plead.

"Slave! I said your choice. It will be one of these, so decide now!"

Sydney quickly pondered her options. None of them were any good. The tight collar would be impossible to hide. The belly chain was possible, but then she could not wear her many tops that showed skin between breast and waist, and the warmer days of late spring and early summer were near. The anklet, well, that meant no shorts with flip flops, but she could always wear tennies and socks. "The anklet, please, Master and the word SLUT," she decided, horrified by her choices.

"Good enough," and with that removed her necklace, and after leaving her standing in the entrance way for a few moments, returned, ordered her to put her left foot on the step, and locked the anklet on with that dreadful 'click'.

"And in case you get any ideas, slut, you will not wear any sox to hide the anklet. That would disappoint me greatly, as you can imagine." Her look must have been one of shock and dismay, because it brought a sadistic smile to her Master's face. 'How,' she wondered, 'could she possibly allow anyone to see it!'

"May your slave speak, Master?" she timidly asked.

"Go ahead, slave."

"Slave is sorry Master, but slave has a reputation around campus, and I...slave is worried that if she is seen wearing this, um, lovely anklet, it will have unhappy consequences. Slave is after all, still a student, and a daughter and..."

He interrupted with a laugh. "You have a reputation huh? So no one knows that you are a horny little slut but me?"

He was pissing her off, but she bit her tongue and said "Master, how can slave be a slut if she is still a...a virgin?"

She saw his eyebrows rise at these words and she was worried that she had given up too much information. "You're a virgin?" he said, as if he didn't believe her. 

She nodded "Yes, Master, I...your slave has not had sex yet, slave has fantasies that she never expected to act on."

He seemed to contemplate what she had told him, then he said "Come in, slave." Once she was in he said, "Take your clothes off."

At first she thought he meant for her to get naked, but she remembered the microkini was under her clothes, so she undressed down to her strings. Once again, she thought that she might as well be naked, so little was hidden by the red strips of cloth. She stood barefooted with her best posture. While she undressed, he went to get two silver hoops.

The man walked around her, inspecting her body as if she was a horse he was interested in buying. He went behind her and hunched down to look at the bruises on her legs. He ran his hand up her leg feeling for any welts. "Have you been using the aloe?" he asked, causing her to blush as she remembered Kira rubbing the cooling liquid into her tender skin.

"Yes...Master."

"Good. Here, put on these earrings and then let's go." Handing her hoops with a greater diameter than she would ever normally wear, he walked down the hall toward the studio. She put them on, feeling the hoops dangle against her neck. 

It was difficult for Sydney to loosen up during the photo shoot, since she was nearly naked and getting her picture taken in all sorts of lewd and lascivious poses. He seemed to know just how to pose her so her most intimate regions were showing. She wondered what was going to happen to the pictures that he was taking.

What was worse was that her nipples were being lightly pinched between the strings at the top and there was a thin strap between her legs that was rubbing her pussy. The longer the shoot went on, the more turned on she was becoming. She didn't want this reaction from her body, but she couldn't help it either. As she became excited, two things happened. First, her pussy started to juice, wetting the string that was causing the friction, and second, she loosened up and started to get into sexier poses.

By the time they were finished, she could smell her arousal and wondered if her Master could also. She was ready to go home and masturbate, but she wanted to make sure that she would get more of her files back. Unfortunately for her, he was not ready to let her go home.

He led her to the bathroom again and said. "You have ten minutes to shower, then put on that robe and come find me." He then walked out and shut the door. Sydney needed a shower after the shoot under the hot lights, but she really didn't want to take one here. She decided that she would take one anyway, rather than risk getting another spanking.

Ten minutes wasn't very long, but she hurried and made it work. She quickly dried off, threw on the robe and headed out to find the man. She wasn't expecting to find him in the kitchen with a heavily tattooed man.

He looked up when she walked in and said "Slave, come say hello to Rex."

Sydney looked at the imposing man and said "Hello Rex, it's nice to meet you."

"Excuse me, Rex" her master said, getting up and walking toward Sydney. He didn't look angry until he grabbed her arm above the elbow and yanked her roughly across the room until she was in front of Rex. "You greet all of my guests on your knees, and you call the man 'Sir.'" He was speaking in a low voice, but Sydney was well aware of the menace he was projecting. 

He let her arm go and she dropped to her knees and said "Forgive slave, Sir. It is nice to meet you, Sir." Rex smiled and laughed.

"That's better, slave. Next time you forget there will be punishment to follow." He walked back to his chair and sat down. "So, slave," he began "you should thank me for bringing Rex here today. Originally I was planning on setting up an appointment for you to go see him in his shop, but then I thought you would feel more comfortable getting the procedure done here, and that way I could watch it happen."

Procedure? Sydney thought, what procedure was he talking about? She didn't like the sound of that.

"She needs to be laying down for this," Rex said, "in case she passes out."

Passes out!! What the fuck are they planning? Syd's stomach was doing flips now, her mind was a jumble of horrible thoughts. 

"Stand up, slave," her master ordered and he led her to the couch.

Sydney was worried about the punishment, but she had to know what was happening. "Master, may slave ask a question?"

"Yes, you may, slave."

"What procedure is being done to your slave, Master?" she whimpered.

Rex opened a leather bag that resembled an old time doctor's bag and started taking out some things.

"You are getting your nipples pierced, slave." He answered nonchalantly, as if it was the most natural thing.

Sydney was shaking as his words sank in. She had struggled enough with getting her belly and ears pierced. It wasn't that it frightened her, it was what it would mean. It went against what she had been taught, to not alter her body. She had already done that herself, but she also thought that her ears and belly were minor, and fashionable. It took weeks for her parents to accept those piercings, but this was another matter. This was degrading, this was an assault on her body without her consent!

Rex came over with forceps and said, "You need to open the robe, babe." 

Sydney felt herself hyperventilating and shook her head. She couldn't go through with this, it was way too much. "No...I can't. Please just let me go home now." 

Rex sat beside her with the forceps in one hand and a needle in the other and Sydney struggled to get up and attempt to get away. An arm wrapped around her from behind and yanked her back. The man she knew as Master whispered in her ear "Don't fight it, slave, this is going to happen. If you struggle you could get hurt."

Sydney didn't care, she couldn't just sit here and let them do this, so she opened her mouth to scream. She didn't get much out because a large hand clamped over her mouth. She watched Rex move in front of her with wild eyes, like a trapped animal. Her upper arms were being held but her lower arms were swinging.

Rex noticed that she was still going to be able to fight so he straddled her lap and used his knees to pin her lower arms against her side. Then, grinning like a madman, he yanked her robe open.

"Nice rack, lady," he said and then he proceeded to wipe her nipples with antiseptic, clamp the left nipple with the forceps, and punched the needle through.

Syd screamed into the hand over her mouth and tears spilled from her eyes as Rex set the ring into the newly created hole. Then he switched to the right nipple and completed his task. Once he was done, and the rings were locked into place, she was released, and she curled into a ball and sobbed.

Rex put his tools away and left. Sydney calmed down after several minutes and was allowed to dress in the clothes she wore over the string bikini. Her nipples were tender and stung slightly as she buttoned her blouse. She slipped the jeans over her slender hips, and slid into her tennies. 

While she was dressing, her master put another file back on her computer. He then gave her an envelope and gave her orders to not open it until the morning. It would have instructions for her to follow if she wanted another file back. 

"Your anklet is hidden, slut," he noticed, when he looked her over as she prepared to leave. She looked back at him, not sure what to say. "Maybe you should just wear the bikini bottom home, not the jeans." His comment got the desired result, and she stared open-mouthed at him.

"Don't worry, slave, your Master is not unreasonable. Wear these jeans home, but once you get there, take them off, and remember my orders. You will wear nothing to cover the anklet at any time. The anklet will just confirm what all your friends surely already know. I expect this order to be obeyed, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master, your slave understands." Already she was thinking how to hide the anklet without him knowing.

He stared into her eyes, knowing she would not obey. "And your hair hides the hoops, slave. What are we going to do about that?"

Not sure if his question was rhetorical or not, she said nothing.

"We could cut off some of that nice, long hair, slave, unless you have a better idea."

Horrified at the thought of losing her beautiful mane, she quickly responded, "Please, no Master, your slave will wear her hair in a ponytail to display the beautiful hoops you gave her!" Her eyes revealed the fear of having her treasure, her hair, cut against her will. For a moment, he actually believed her, that she would obey.

"Very well, from the moment you get home, and at all times, slave."

"Yes, Master, thank you, Master," relieved that she had talked her way out of another situation.

She left the house at 3:30 PM, and headed home, thoroughly defeated, her world spiraling downward.

[hirarandi]

Chapter 6

Sydney walked home, if for no other reason than to clear her head. The nipple rings were not that much of a problem. She rarely walked around the apartment without a top or bra. But the anklet and hoop earrings were another matter! The anklet was a brand that marked her, something so out of character with the image that she tried to give. Warm days were ahead, days when she would normally wear shorts or short skirts, and flip-flops. And while she wore hoops on occasion, never with the diameter of those he had her now wear.

When she got home, Kira was gone out so she went to her room to look at her new jewelry. She pulled her top off and looked at her newly adorned puffy nipples. She had to admit that they looked very nice on her dark nipples. She decided that it wasn't too bad that her nips were pierced after all. No one else had to know about it. 

The anklet was locked on, but she turned it so that the word SLUT was on the inside. There was nothing else she could do about it at the moment. She pulled on a pair of frilly bobby socks. She stood on her tip toes, imagining herself in 4- inch heels. Yes, it would work for a while, until she figured out another solution.

And she took out the large hoops and replaced them with smaller hoops. Her stomach was in knots, knowing she was totally disobeying the man she thought of as Master. 

She busied herself for a few hours to get her mind off the envelope he had given her. She wanted to open it and she knew that he would never know if she opened it early, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Kira came home around six o-clock with Chinese takeout and the two sat together eating their dinner. Afterward, Sydney cleaned up the empty boxes and relaxed in front of the television.

It was after eight when Kira came in and that was when things got weird. Syd was relaxing watching a show on television when her roommate came and sat on the couch. She kicked her sandals off and wiggled her toes. "Man my feet are killing me right now," she exclaimed. She looked at Sydney and said, "Come give me a foot massage."

Sydney looked at her roommate to see if she was serious. Kira glanced over and pouted, then said, "Come on, you owe me for taking care of you earlier. It's your turn."

Sydney thought about rubbing her feet and decided that it was her turn. After all, Kira hadn't been worried about rubbing her sore thighs and bottom. She nodded her head and smiled a slight smile saying, "Yeah you're right, I do owe you I guess."

Slowly, as if in a trance, Sydney got onto the floor and slid over in front of her friend, sitting on her knees with her butt on her ankles. Kira smiled an evil smile and offered her right foot to her roommate.

Sydney reached up and took the foot in her hands. It wasn't exactly clean, but it wasn't too filthy either. She started to rub it gently with trepidation. After about thirty seconds, Kira sighed loudly, as if she was not happy, and said "You are useless, girl, you suck at foot massage."

Sydney looked up at her and from her vantage point, she could see right up the side of Kira's shorts and she was shocked to see that her roommate was not wearing underwear. She had to pry her eyes away to look up at her eyes and say "I'm sorry, what can I do differently?"

Did Kira see that she was looking up her shorts? Syd thought that she probably did by the smirk on her face, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead she said "Try using more pressure. Use your two thumbs and push them up under the arch...that's better now keep doing that, and then rub deeply up by the ball of my foot and each toe separately."

Sydney was listening and doing her best to please her roommate. She was surprised at how soft and supple her foot was, and was wondering why she was getting a tingly feeling in her pussy. This shouldn't be turning her on, but it was.

"Mmm, you are getting better," Kira sighed a content sigh and then said, "So do my feet stink or what?"

Sydney hadn't noticed so she shook her head and said, "Don't think so."

Then, unexpectedly, Kira raised her left foot up and placed it right on Sydney's face, on her mouth and nose, and said, "How about now?"

Syd was shocked at her roommate's brazen act and pulled away letting the foot drop to her lap. She could taste the saltiness on her lips and she definitely noticed a bit of a cheesy smell.

Kira was laughing at the look on her roommates face and said, "Does it stink?"

"A little," Syd said, and started rubbing the foot in her hand again. Her head was tilted down as if she was looking at the foot in her hand, but her eyes were looking up the side of Kira's shorts at her bare pussy. For some reason, her mouth was watering, and she licked her lips and swallowed, feeling warm all of a sudden.

"Hey!! You're not turning lesbo on me are you?" Kira barked suddenly, snapping Sydney out of her trance. She hadn't realized what she was doing and she looked guiltily at her friend. "You were looking at my pussy. I saw you." 

"No I wasn't, I was giving you a foot rub. Why would I look at your pussy?" She was trying to be convincing, but she didn't feel very convincing.

"No, I saw you staring up my shorts, you could see it."

Sydney was embarrassed that she had been caught so she tried to act disgusted that Kira would accuse her. She pushed back and started to get up saying "Look, if that's what you think then I'll just go do..." 

Kira grabbed her arm and said, "You need to finish my foot rub before you leave."

The nerve of her, thought Sydney, how could she be so rude and expect me to keep rubbing her feet. That's what she was thinking, but her body was betraying her mind and she was kneeling back in front of her roommate. She was incredulous to the way her roommate, her friend was acting, but she started rubbing her feet again.

"That's a good girl," Kira said, and closed her eyes to enjoy the massage. Sydney didn't dare to look up her shorts again so she focused on her foot. She was so focused in fact that she didn't even notice when Kira slid her hand into her shorts and started rubbing her pussy. 

For the next several minutes, Syd concentrated on the foot in her hands, too fearful of getting caught again looking up her roommate's shorts. Then she heard a noise, a familiar squelch, and another noise, a low moan, and she glanced quickly up at her friend. Kira was masturbating right there, just inches in front of Sydney, without a care in the world.

Syd couldn't believe that she could be so blatant about it. She wasn't sure what she should do, should she keep massaging her foot as if nothing was happening right in front of her face, or should she quietly slip out of the room and give Kira some privacy.

She should get up and leave, but watching Kira's hand shoved down her shorts and seeing a tiny sliver of her fingers sloshing around her pussy, was an incredible turn on. Without opening her eyes, Kira raised her left foot up and placed it on Sydney's shoulder. Then, she opened her eyes and looked at her roommate, a sly smile showing.

"So when are you going to tell me who beat your ass?" she asked, still rubbing her pussy.

Syd couldn't tell her the truth, so she tried to lie again. "I don't know what you are talking about. It's a rash, like I said."

Kira hooked her left foot around the back of Syd's neck and planted her right foot on her face, her toes covering half of Syd's nose, and held her steady before saying, "Come on now, girl, I know you're lying to me. I knew the moment I saw the marks that someone had put them there. You need to stop holding out on me and tell the truth."

Any other time, Sydney would have pushed Kira's feet away from her and leave the room, but something stopped her. She couldn't tell her the whole story, it was far too embarrassing, but she also wanted to confide in her friend, so she decided to tell her part of the story.

Kira let her foot slide down Sydney's face until her toes were even with her lips, then she wiggled her big toe and said, "Kiss, kiss." 

Syd opened her lips slightly and kissed the toe being offered. Why she did it she didn't know, but when Kira moved her foot down, she was ready to tell her story. She took a deep breath and began, "You know the man who fixed my computer?"

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Well, he is kind of...blackmailing me." There, she had said it. Now she needed to watch how much information she gave.

Kira's eyes went wide and she leaned forward, pulling her hand out of her shorts at the same time. "Really? What does he have on you?"

"He took all my files and folders, every one of my college projects, and some personal stuff. He told me that I could earn it back over time."

Kira seemed to contemplate the new information then said, "Wait, why don't you call the cops?"

This was going to be tricky "Well, he said that if I go to the cops, all my files will get destroyed and I will lose all my work. I didn't want to risk it."

"So you just do whatever he says? Like he tells you to suck his cock and you do it?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that. He hasn't tried anything like that."

"Oh...so he just slaps your ass til it is bright red with welts and sends you home."

"He only did that yesterday because I..." she had to be careful of how much information she offered "because I made him angry. He wanted to show me who was boss, I guess. It really wasn't that bad."

"So you let him spank you raw because he stole your files? That sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me, girl. What did you get after he spanked you, besides a sore ass."

"He gave me some homework back that is due this week."

"What else was on your computer that you don't want to tell me about?"

Syd looked away and took another deep breath before answering. "I had some...pictures on there. Pictures that I like, and they are kind of...sexual, I guess."

Kira laughed, "Girl, you had porn on your computer. Hahaha, oh my God, that's priceless. He found it and threatened to...what, tell people that you like porn? Shit everyone likes porn, who the fuck cares. You should call the cops, unless you like being his slave."

Sydney shook her head no.

"So what else has he made you do?"

"I modeled for him. He has a studio in his house and he had me model. I wasn't naked or anything, and I've always wanted to try modeling, so I figured it was a great chance to try it." She was trying to justify her actions so that Kira would believe her.

"So what are you going to do when he wants to fuck you or have you suck his cock?"

Syd could feel herself blush as she pictured herself kneeling in front of him sucking his penis. "I don't think he will do that," she said, not believing herself.

"Oh bullshit. If you were my slave, you'd be sucking my pussy all the time."

"I'm not like that," Syd said, feeling very uncomfortable with where this was going.

"Yeah suuure, I saw how you looked at my pussy. Besides, I'm not gay either, but a girl's mouth on my pussy would feel just as good as a guy's mouth."

"Well, I wouldn't do that anyway so..." she trailed off.

"What if I blackmailed you like he is doing?"

Syd looked up uneasily then shrugged and shook her head "Well, you're my friend and my roommate so you wouldn't do that." She started to get up, thinking that she wanted to get away from this conversation.

"Stay there," Kira said.

Syd stooped and looked at her friend "Why? What's up?"

"I never noticed this before but, you just look like you belong on your knees." She smirked, then put her feet back in Syd's lap and said "Finish what you started." She was looking in her friend's eyes, as if she was challenging her to move. When Sydney settled back down, she leaned back and slid her hand back into her shorts. "You don't mind if I play do you? When you massage my feet it goes right to my pussy, and I need to cum."

Sydney felt strange having her roommate masturbate just inches away from her but it was also exciting. What would it hurt to help her friend out, it wasn't like she was doing anything gay. She picked up both feet in her hands and started rubbing them deeply.

Kira, realizing that Sydney was going to stay, unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, giving her hand more room. She was starting to juice again and wondered just how far she could push her roommate. She decided to play it up and started to moan and with her free hand she started rubbing her nipples. 

Sydney was enthralled watching her friend masturbate and her own pussy was starting to tingle. She wanted to touch herself, but she couldn't do that with an audience. It didn't seem to bother Kira though, she was moaning and grinding and suddenly, she raised her left foot up to Sydney's mouth and said "I can't get off, you need to help me. Suck my toes, it will help me cum."

Sydney shook her head. That was just wrong and she couldn't do that, but her friend looked so desperate, like she was very close to her orgasm but needed just a little push to help her get over the hump. The ball of her foot was pressed against her chin and the toes were right at her lips, but she couldn't bring herself to open her mouth.

"Do it now bitch!!" Kira snapped, her eyes wild with arousal.

Sydney was so surprised, almost frightened by her roommate, that her mouth opened without even thinking about it and she sucked the big toe in. It tasted salty and cheesy, but surprisingly pleasant and it almost felt like it belonged in her mouth, as strange as that sounds.

"That's a good girl, now suck on it, I'm so close." The sounds coming from between Kira's legs were obscene. Sloppy squelching, sticky squishing, wet sounds and the smell, the smell hit Sydney's nose and made her tremble with desire. She was so turned on right now that if Kira had told her to lick her pussy, she would have dove in.

Sydney played her tongue around the underside of Kira's big toe, licking and sucking deeply and she felt a tremor go through her friend's legs. This was it, this was the moment where she was past the point of stopping. Her orgasm was imminent and nothing she could do would stop it. All her muscles were tense and then the contractions began and her moan became a yell, "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHFFFUUUCCKKKKKK!!"

Kira sounded like she was hyperventilating she was breathing so hard, but she had one last surprise for Sydney. She pulled her wet hand out of her shorts, brought it up to her nose and inhaled her sex scent. Then, with Sydney still looking on as wide-eyed as ever, she leaned forward and held her fingers in front of her roommate's nose.

"Smell my pussy," she said, and Sydney, shuddering in excitement, hesitantly leaned forward and sniffed the pussy juice coated fingers. It smelled so good, similar to Sydney's own smell but muskier and before she could sit back on her haunches, Kira rubbed her fingers on the bottom of Sydney's nose down to her lips. 

Syd gasped as the wetness coated her nose and lips, and jumped back. She knew that she should be mad at Kira for everything, but right now she was so turned on that she couldn't think straight. She wished that she was brave enough to do that in front of Kira, but while her roommate leaned back and closed her eyes, Syd quickly slipped out of the room and went to her bedroom.

As she walked toward her bedroom, she licked her lips and tasted the sweet nectar that had been deposited there. The smell under her nose and the images in her mind were causing her pussy to drip.

Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Her life had taken such a drastic turn in just the last two days and it was terrifying and erotic at the same time. She couldn't get the vision of Kira with her hand in her shorts out of her mind. The orgasm that her friend had experienced in front of her had been amazing, but Sydney worried that she had crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed.

Spying the envelope on her night stand, she decided that she wasn't going to wait to open it until the morning like she had been instructed. How would he know anyway? she reasoned. It wasn't like he had a camera in here or anything. He didn't even know where she lived. She marched over and grabbed the envelope. Sliding her finger up and under, she peeled it open. Inside was a single thumb drive for a computer.

Her first thought, that he had given her more of her files back, was dismissed when she plugged the device into the side of her laptop. After it loaded something, a message appeared on the screen. 

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Good morning slave,

I trust that you followed your Master's orders and waited until Monday morning before opening the envelope. For your sake I hope that you did.

-Sydney shivered at that sentence, but was still positive that he wouldn't find out-

I took the liberty of setting up an appointment for you today. You had your class schedule on your computer so I worked around that. You will leave your class at 11:00 and go to Rex's Tattoos and Piercings. There is a map on the bottom of this page if you don't know where it is located. You will have 30 minutes to get there as your appointment is at 11:30. You must hurry if you are walking in order to make it on time. DO NOT BE LATE!! Failure to make your appointment will result in punishment. Rex will be expecting you and he has been instructed what to do. Don't worry, you won't be there for long, half hour tops, so you will be able to make your next class. Do not forget to keep your nipples clean. We do not want them getting infected.

If you can leave your laptop open and on, I have loaded a few files onto this thumb drive that looked rather important to you. Clicking the link below will start it loading onto your system. It may take several hours before it is complete so if you cannot leave it open and on, do not start it until later.

I want you to be back at my house tonight at 6:00. If you have plans, cancel them. You have a lot to learn about being a slave and lessons begin tonight. 

Master 

****

This was all too much for Sydney to handle. On the one hand, she was glad that she opened the envelope early, because now she would have time to load the important files. She would just leave the laptop open and on all night. On the other hand, though, she couldn't imagine what to do about the appointment tomorrow. Visions of her being held down while her nipples were painfully skewered were racing through her brain. What would he want to do next? she wondered. It was a tattoo shop also, so what if he wanted to tattoo her somewhere? It was all too much to contemplate at the moment.

She clicked the link on the page that would load her files on and walked away while her laptop made some funny noises. It was nearly 9:00 and even though she never went to bed that early, she wanted to masturbate after the excitement. She spent the next fifteen or so minutes getting ready for bed, brushing and flossing, getting undressed and getting stuff ready for Monday. 

Finally ready for bed, she closed her door, stripped naked and climbed into bed. Normally she would masturbate in her computer chair while reading some hot bdsm story, but using her laptop was out of the question so the bed would suffice. Besides, she was already so randy that she could smell her own juices.

She climbed onto her bed and put her fingers to work on her bald pussy. 

She was so turned on that she only lasted about five minutes before the ecstatic muscle contractions began deep inside and her pussy began to spasm. Her toes curled and her eyes closed tightly as her whole body shook. Shortly after, she was fast asleep, her pussy still dripping.

[hirarandi]

Monday morning came all too soon for Sydney and the dread returned as soon as she woke up and saw her computer staring at her from the desk. It wasn't all just a bad dream after all. She had an appointment that she had to keep today or else risk the wrath of her master. She dragged herself out of bed and went about her normal morning routine, trying to forget the events of the weekend.

She ran into Kira in the kitchen and immediately her face began to blush as she rewound the scene in her head from yesterday. She had decided to play it cool with her roommate and act like what had happened was perfectly normal, but upon seeing Kira's smirking face, she became very uncomfortable. 

"Good morning, did you get a good night sleep last night?" Kira asked.

"Yeah, I slept pretty good."

"You took off so quick last night, I never had a chance to tell you how good your performance was. You could be my sexy little foot slave." She walked by Sydney and reached up to tweak her right nipple.

"OUCH!!" Syd yelped as her unsuspecting roommate gently pinched her freshly pierced nipple.

"Oh shit, Syd, did you have your nipples pierced?" Kira inquired with a shocked stare.

Sydney was cradling her sore breast in her hand, her eyes tearing up with pain and humiliation. She had planned to keep it a secret but now the cat was out of the bag. She nodded and hung her head.

"When did you do that, yesterday?" she asked with a look of concern on her face. She felt bad for hurting her friend, but she never would have guessed Sydney would get pierced there.

Sydney just nodded some more. She was so ashamed she couldn't reply without bursting into tears.

"Why would you do that, Syd?"

She shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to tell her the truth, but Kira was smart. 

"Sydney, did the computer guy force you to do this?"

That did it, the floodgates opened and Sydney burst out bawling. She had been holding so much inside and now it was out there. Kira stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the sobbing girl. She was comforting her friend, but at the same time her mind was working, scheming to find a way to lay claim to her very own slave. She decided that she would have to meet this computer guy as soon as possible. 

"Honey," she started "you need to tell me who this man is so I can help you. I can't stand to see you hurting like this."

Between sniffling and hitching through her tears, Syd replied "I...I can't tell you. He will pu...punish meeee."

"Well you can't deal with this yourself. There is no telling what he will do to you next. When are you going back there?"

"Tonight at six." She was calming down somewhat now and she grabbed a Kleenex to wipe her face dry.

"Let me go with you and maybe I can talk to him. If you are worried, I'll hang back and then come in after a few minutes. I'll tell him that I followed you and you didn't know I was coming. That way he can't blame you. Come on what do you think?"

Syd thought about it for a few seconds and then she nodded her agreement. If nothing else she would have a friend there. Strength in numbers.

"Good, now you need to get going or you're going to be late for class."

Syd nodded again and then she hugged her friend once more and thanked her.

She dressed as usual, conscious of the fact that she was completely disobeying her Master. The ankle socks with the tennies covered the SLUT on the inside of her ankle, but allowed the anklet chain to show. She put her hair into a ponytail, but wore the hoops that were only a quarter the size of the hoops her Master had given her. She wore shorts and a flowered blouse. It was too warm for anything else. She had tried a bra earlier in the morning, but her nipples were too sore, so she went without one. She looked down at her ankle and thought that the silver chain did look nice. She carried the larger hoops with her, knowing she would have to put them on for her appointment.

All through her first class, Sydney was going through an internal struggle. She wanted to skip her appointment, but she was so worried that if she did, she would regret it. She was so distracted in class that she didn't hear a thing that was said. She kept looking at the clock and she changed her mind several times as to whether she was going to see Rex or not.

Eleven o'clock finally arrived and she grabbed her things and headed out. She had decided that she would at least walk to the shop before deciding once and for all what she would do. 

She walked quickly down the streets that she had memorized from the map and made it there with just minutes to spare. 

Once at the front door she paused, trying to slow her beating heart down. She had made up her mind that she would at least go in to see what was supposed to be done to her. For all she knew, he just wanted to check her nipples to see how they were doing. She walked in and looked at the clock on the wall which read 11:30 exactly.

The walls of the interior were covered with tattoo art. There was a counter and a young goth girl behind it. The goth had jet black hair, clothing, lips, and eye shadow. She had several piercings in her face. One ear was lined all the way up with rings. She had a lip ring, a nose stud, an eyebrow barbell, and when she opened her mouth, she had a barbell with a ring attached. She was also wearing a studded collar around her neck with a three inch cross hanging from it.

Sydney thought that if she took all the crap off her face and cleaned up, she would be a very pretty girl.

"Can I help you?" she said, looking about as bored as a person could.

"I'm Sydney, I'm supposed to see Rex."

The girl suddenly brightened up and actually smiled "Holy shit!" she exclaimed "I bet Rex 20 bucks that you wouldn't show." She turned and yelled "YO REXY, YOU GOT A CUSTOMER."

Then to Syd she whispered, "He hates it when I call him Rexy."

Syd saw movement to her left and turned to see the big man himself, Rex, come around the corner. "You owe me twenty bucks Tia, and I'm taking it out of your next paycheck." Rex was wearing a plain white wife beater muscle shirt which showed off his extensive tattoos. Both arms were covered all the way up past his shoulders and onto his neck.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she snapped sarcastically, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She had the bored look back on her face.

"Come on back with me girl," Rex said "unless you want to do this out here in front of the world."

There were two chairs out here for people who were brave enough to get work done in front of other people, but Sydney didn't want to be seen in here, so she followed Rex.

He brought her into a small room and closed the door. He then crossed his arms over his chest, looked her up and down and said, "Your Master wants me to report to him when we are done. Not good."

'Noooooooooooo,' she thought, realizing her big mistake. She was so distracted thinking of the appointment, that she totally forgot to replace the larger hoops and uncover the anklet completely. "Sir, please, this slave is so sorry..." He cut her off before she finished the sentence.

"And he was specific that he wanted you to greet me the way he taught you last night. And what do I see? You have much smaller hoops than he gave you, than you promised him to wear, and the most important part of your anklet is hidden. I should also tell him that you failed to greet me the proper way."

Sydney was gasping for breath between sobs. "Please, Sir, please, your slave forgot..."

"Hush, hush, little one. No reason we can't keep some secrets between us, and since this is my business, and I don't need for people to see you kneeling in front of me out there, I am willing to vouch for you if you rectify things NOW."

Sydney quickly dropped to her knees and bowed her head, "This slave is sorry, sir, thank you for being so forgiving," she said, her heart beating through her chest. This was so humiliating. She was quickly searching her bag for the larger hoops, and replacing them in her ears when she did. She removed the socks and rearranged the anklet so that SLUT was prominently on the outside of her foot. She resumed the correct kneeling position, waiting until he gave her permission to get up and he didn't, at least not right away. Instead, he stepped closer and caressed her face with his hand.

She could see him in her mind taking out his penis and telling her to suck it. What would she do then? She would have no choice but to do it. Instead, he just picked her face up so she was looking at him and he said "Mmm, if you weren't already owned, I'd be fucking your pretty little slut mouth right now."

For the first time since this started, she was glad that she was owned. 

"Stand up, slut." Rex ordered, and Sydney obeyed, keeping her eyes lowered. "Show me your tits, so I can see how they are doing, of course." He had a shit eating grin on his face as he said it.

Maybe this is all that I have to do, Sydney thought, and she gingerly raised her blouse over her tender breasts. He leered at her, licking his lips, and then reached up as if to grab one. 

Sydney instinctively pulled away, thinking that he was going to hurt her already tender breast. 

"Calm down, missy, I'm not going to pinch it, I just need to check the hole. You know, make sure it's clean and all." He held his hand in front of her, waiting to see what she would do. After a moment of contemplation, she leaned back until her right breast touched his thick fingers. "That's better," he said as he moved her breast to the left and the right, checking both sides of the hole. He repeated the process on the other breast, then let go. He even pulled her top back down for her, being careful to not brush the fabric over her swollen nips.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it?" he asked. 

"No, sir, it was fine. Thank you for your concern," Sydney answered.

"Okay, now we can get to the real reason why you are here. Your Master has given you a decision to make. He wants you to receive another piercing, but he is allowing you to choose where that piercing will be."

Sydney had an answer for him before he finished speaking. She would take another in her earlobe. She actually opened her mouth to tell him, but stopped herself when he continued.

"You have three choices as to where it will go. First, you can get your nose pierced. A diamond stud on the side of the nose is sexy as hell, but your Master has given me instructions to give you a ring in the center, through your septum, if you choose that. It will not be a large ring, basically it will be flush against your center cartilage, so if you keep your head tilted down, it could be missed.

"Second, you can get your tongue pierced. He chose a barbell with a slave ring. That allows him to clip a chain onto the ring and lead you around. 

"Third is my favorite, a genital piercing. Of course, I'll have to get a good look down there to see what kind of piercing your pussy can accommodate. Now you can choose whichever one you want, but remember, there is only one that is not visible to everyone you meet."

Sydney, all of a sudden, felt like she was going to faint. He couldn't be serious. How could she choose from those choices, when they were all bad? She couldn't ever get her nose nor her tongue pierced, hell she got into enough trouble with her family by just getting her ears and belly button pierced. Even if she thought those choices were fashionably hot, she just couldn't!

The third choice made more sense, in that it would be private, but the thought of getting her genitals pierced scared the hell out of her. Plus, the thought of showing her vagina to this man made her queasy. She was even uncomfortable showing her gynecologist, but this man was just a...tattoo guy. And what did he mean, genitals? There were a lot of things he could pierce down there!

"You need to choose, because he told me to tell you that if you refuse to get any today, either he will reveal your secrets to the world, or he will force you to get all the piercings at once. And, you only have twenty minutes left. I'm doing a bicep tat for a biker, some black panther thing I think."

Sydney sucked in a deep breath, she felt oxygen deprived for some reason, and said, "I can't get anything on my face."

"So you're going with the pus?" He sneered.

"I...I don't know." She wanted to tell him no to everything, and take her chances that Kira would be able to help her, but that could backfire, too. He would be angry that she refused her piercing and even angrier when Kira shows up unexpectedly. It could make things much worse. So it made sense to get the piercing. Besides, she reasoned, women get it done every day, so it couldn't be that bad.

"Look, I can't force you to do anything. If you want to leave, you can walk out any time, I won't stop you. But you do you need to remember that there are only two ways ways that this will turn out if you do. You will either choose to get all the piercings together, or your Master will make public whatever it is that he is holding over your head. Trust me when I say that he cannot be bargained with, when he makes his mind up, he won't change it. Time's running short. What's your answer?"

"I'll do it, down there," she pointed at her crotch. "But, please, what exactly are you going to pierce?" she whined.

"I'm not sure until I get a good look at what you can accommodate. Here, you'll need to sign a release form saying that you are requesting to have your genitals pierced before I can touch you with any needle. Then we can get the party started."

She nodded her head, shivering with trepidation, but determined to get this over with. When the paperwork was out of the way, he told her to drop her shorts and sit in the chair. Having no choice, she started to undress. She had hoped that Rex would give her a towel or something to cover up with and leave the room until she was ready, but he just made himself busy and wasn't paying any attention to her. She stripped quickly, constantly peering up at him to see if he was leering at her again, but he had his back to her. She climbed onto the chair which was the same type of chair you would sit in while getting your teeth cleaned at the dental hygienist. She sat down and covered her private area with her shorts. She sat there, naked from the waist down, her pussy shaved, her anklet marking her as a slut.

When Rex turned back around, he had latex gloves on his hands and was pushing a metal tray that was on a high stand on wheels. On the tray were all the things he could possibly need for whichever piercing he decided she would accommodate. He was also wearing one of those headband flashlights. "Okay, you need to spread your legs wide, so just hang them over the side of the chair. And you need to uncover yourself."

Sydney swallowed loudly before slowly sliding her legs off the side of the chair. This was going to be so humiliating, but she had no choice. With her legs dangling over both sides of the chair, her next indignity was to remove her covering. With shaking hands, she slid her shorts to the side. 

Rex reached up and turned his headlamp on. Adjusting the angle until it was pointing the right way, he leaned in to look at what he had to work with. After studying her most private area for several seconds, he raised his head and announced that she would be getting a horizontal clitoral hood piercing. He explained to her that it was the most popular genital piercing for women and if done correctly, the ball on the ring would lay on top of the clitoris.

He explained everything to her, but her mind was so freaked out by everything that she really didn't pick up much of what he said. While he was talking, he was getting the needle ready and just then, Tia, the goth chick walked in. 

"Hey, Rex, your 12 o'clock is here." she said, while looking right between Sydney's spread legs.

"He's early, tell him I'll be out in ten minutes."

She stood there staring at Syd, with a grin on her face, and before turning around and leaving, she spread her first and second fingers of her right hand on either side of her mouth and waggled her tongue between them. The universal sign for eating pussy. Then, she pulled her hand away and blew a kiss toward Syd.

Rex, who hadn't even looked at her since she came in, yelled "Tia, so help me if I have to get up you will regret it!!"

She stuck her tongue out at his back then turned and rushed out. "Stupid goth bitch," he grumbled under his breath. Just at that moment, Sydney felt the sting of the needle and she yelped in surprised pain. She gripped the arm of the chair so tightly that her fingernails turned white. A single tear rolled down her face as Rex worked and in seconds he declared that he was done.

"You need to keep it clean, wash your hands with soap before you touch it. I don't recommend touching it at all for twenty four hours. Here," he handed her a small pressurized can of saline solution, "this will help to keep it clean. There are instructions on this paper for keeping it clean, read it and follow the instructions and you should have no problem." 

As he talked, Sydney dressed and as she started pulling up her shorts he said, "You may want to go straight home and put on something a little bit looser, like gym shorts or something. Otherwise you are going to be sore as hell with those tight shorts."

If she had known when she left the house this morning that she was going to be getting a piercing down there, she would have worn something else, something not so damn tight. As she pulled her shorts up, she thought it wasn't too bad. She could handle the uncomfortable feeling for the rest of the day, and besides, she had another class to get to, so going home was not an option. She gathered her stuff together and started to head for the door when she was stopped in her tracks by Rex.

"Oh, missy, your Master is going to be very disappointed in you, missy. Remember how you failed in so many ways upon first seeing me?"

Sydney turned back to Rex and said "Please sir, show some pity! This slave has classes all day today, and the thought of a friend seeing her with the anklet is unbearable! This slave begs you sir, tell him that slave was showing it...please. And this slave promises to keep in the larger hoops at all times and she will always remember to greet you correctly! She spoke so fast that she was out of breath, and trembling in fear when she finished.

Rex sighed then replied, "You want me to lie for you?" He seemed to contemplate it for a few seconds then said "What am I going to get out of it?"

Sydney's mind was a blur. He was willing to lie for her, but he needed something in return. She needed to think of something fast.

"I...ahh I don't know...this slave doesn't have much money, just ten bucks on me, but she can get more."

"What makes you think I want money?"

Sydney didn't know how to reply to him. She was starting to realize that this could quickly turn bad, and she felt herself starting to perspire.

"What if I want you to suck a load out of my cock? You gonna do that for me?"

There it was, just what she had been worried about, he wanted sexual favors from her. This couldn't be her first time, in a filthy tattoo shop with a beefy, ink covered man named Rex whom she had just met yesterday. How would she ever be able to look at herself in the mirror again after something like that? But what were her options.

Rex answered that for her. "Look sweety, I've got a business to run here and a customer is waiting for me, so you need to go. But you need to remember that from now on, your life belongs to your Master. You can get out anytime you choose if you can handle the consequences, but don't ever ask someone like me to lie for you to him unless you've got something to give in return. You will pay dearly for your insolence." 

[hirarandi]

Ten minutes later she left the shop. She walked gingerly, as she could still feel the sting of her newly pierced clitoral hood. It kinda felt like she had a thorn in her panties that poked her with every step she took. She had another class to get to and she was certain that she was going to be useless in that one, also.

Kira knew that something was wrong with her roommate the moment she walked through the door later Monday afternoon. Instead of coming in to greet her, Sydney made a beeline to her bedroom. 

Following behind, Kira noticed that Syd was walking funny, almost like she had something in her shorts. She was also sniffling as if she had been crying. "Hon, what's wrong? Are you sick?" she asked.

As Syd walked into her room, she closed the door behind her and immediately pulled her shorts and underwear off. Her roommate was knocking on the door before her clothes hit the floor. "Sydney, can I come in?" Kira asked from behind the door.

Sydney didn't answer her, instead she had grabbed her hand held mirror, sat on the end of her bed, and looked at her pussy. The area around the piercing was red and swollen, but did not look to be infected. 

She heard Kira turning the door knob, while saying, "I'm coming in Sydney, I'm worried about you."

Sydney grabbed the bedspread and yanked it up over her lap just as the door swung open and her roommate walked in. "Kira, please, give me a minute," she said, angry at herself for not locking the door.

Kira ignored her and walked right to the foot of the bed. "Show me," she said crossing her arms over her chest.

"Show you what?" Sydney asked.

"What you are hiding from me. Why did you take off your shorts and underwear?" She looked at the underwear on the floor and noticed a few drops of blood in them. "I'm not leaving this room until you tell me what happened."

Sydney dropped back on the bed with her lower legs still hanging off the end and scrunched her face as if she was an angry child. "Kira, please, it's so embarrassing. I'm fine really, just give me a few minutes."

Kira didn't leave however, instead she reached down and grabbed the covers, yanking them back. Sydney half caught the edge of the blanket before it completely came off her. There was a brief struggle for control before Kira won and Syd was uncovered. She hid her face in her hands, once again starting to cry.

She had expected a shocked outburst from Kira, but instead there was a loud sigh, and a strange sound, almost like a low moan. Syd opened her eyes and looked at her roommate through her splayed fingers and for a split second, she saw a look in Kira's eyes that chilled her. It definitely didn't appear to be a look of concern. In fact, Sydney would have said that the look in her friend's eyes was one of...arousal. 

The look was gone quickly, though, and Sydney just figured that she had seen something that wasn't there. It had been her imagination, of course, Kira wasn't like that, she liked guys. The scene from yesterday flashed into her mind, on the floor, rubbing her feet, sucking her feet, watching her masturbate right in front of her. 

"This was the computer guy, too?" Kira finally asked.

Sydney nodded "He ordered me to go see Rex, the same guy who did my nipples yesterday. I didn't know what for, though, until I got there."

Kira sighed loudly, then said "It looks red and swollen, do you have anything to clean it with?"

"Yes, he gave me this." She reached for her bag on the floor and took out the saline, and the instruction paper. "It itched in class today, and my nipples, too."

Kira took the paper and scanned it quickly. "It says that you should clean it in the shower for a few weeks. No semen or saliva on your piercing until it is fully healed. And masturbating is out of the question for at least a week, also."

Sydney didn't like the idea of not being able to masturbate for more than a week, but she supposed that she could manage. 

"You need to go shower and what about your nipples? Show me how they are doing." 

"They are doing fine, I'll take care of them in the shower, too. Thank you for your concern, Kira." 

"I said, 'show me your nipples.' Stop being such a silly child," Kira scolded.

Kira's sharp demand was like a slap in the face to Sydney. Mouth slightly agape, she hesitantly obeyed and opened her blouse. Acting as though this was an every day event, Kira reached up with both hands and grasped the rings in Sydney's nipples. The direct and assertive manner in which Kira acted surprised Sydney, who just stared at her roomie in surprise. 

Twisting and tugging more than was necessary, Kira smiled when Sydney took a sharp intake in breath. She pulled the rings up to the left and then right, finally announcing, "They seem to be settling in quite nicely, Syd. I think they look great on you, in fact."

Sydney mumbled a quiet "Thank you," not sure those were really the words to use at this point.

Teasingly, Kira reached up to flick the hoop earrings and said, "Ears, bellybutton, now nipples and clit, they all look right on you, I think. Yes, just right, hmmmmmmm," and gave Sydney a big, friendly smile. Sydney smiled back, not sure but sensing that while Kira appeared to smile, her eyes were not. They were intensely probing.

Kira did not stop her this time, so Syd got up and walked to her closet to get her robe. She needed to shower and eat something before heading out to go see him again, the man who had forced her into all this. Well, tonight he is going to be surprised, she thought, because tonight I'm going in with backup. Kira was still watching her, as Sydney walked into the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind her.

Later, after her shower and dinner, she left the house with Kira. She had shown her roommate the anklet and the hoop earrings and told her about his order to display them at all times. "That's why I'm wearing my hair up in a ponytail," she had said. She was also wearing plain flats with no socks. Walking towards his house was walking away from campus and she really wasn't too concerned about seeing anyone she knew walking on this side of town. 

About a block from his home, Sydney had Kira stop and wait. "When you see him let me in, then you can start walking. Make sure that you tell him that you were worried about me and wanted to see what was going on. I'll pretend that I don't want you there, I'll tell you to leave, but it is just for show."

"Don't worry, hon, I won't let him hurt my friend anymore." Kira smiled and wrapped an arm around her. "Now go, or you'll be late."

Syd hurried down the street, wondering just what Kira planned to do. On the walk over, she had enquired of her roommate about what she was going to do and say when she got there. Kira said that she would use her womanly charms to get him to give her what she wanted. "Sydney, don't you know that no man can resist a sexy woman. Give me five minutes with him and I'll have him eating out of my hands."

She hoped that Kira was right, but she worried that it wouldn't work. Finally she made it to his yard and walked up the front steps. She took a deep breath and then knocked loudly. She heard footsteps from inside and she quickly dropped to her knees on the step and bowed her head, just as the door opened. "Your slave has arrived Master," she said, feeling silly but knowing it would please him, and for now she wanted him pleased.

"You may stand and enter slave," he said, stepping aside. Once he shut the door he continued, "I see that you are showing your jewelry like I told you, and you greeted me the right way at the door. So you are capable of learning something. Show me the rest of your jewelry, now."

For a second or two she didn't realize that he meant her piercings, then she remembered and quickly pulled her pink camisole up to reveal her nipples. He walked over to her and, like Rex, he reached up and fondled both breasts to get a better look. Satisfied he stepped back and said "Okay, now the other one."

She started to pull her camisole back down but he stopped her. "No, just take it off." Nodding, she flipped it off and tossed it onto a chair. Then, she unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop to the floor. Even though she had modeled for him just yesterday in basically just a string bikini that left nothing to the imagination, she still felt uncomfortable stripping in front of him. Lastly, she pulled her underwear down and let them fall to her feet. 

Standing in front of her he ordered "Down on the floor slave, on your back, legs up, grab your ankles and spread so I can see."

Syd was so humiliated that she was shaking, but feeling that she had no choice, she lowered herself onto her back, pulled her ass up as high as she could, showing off her newest piercing. Her master got down low and looked closely at the slightly swollen area. 

"See slave, I knew from the start that you were a slut. Only a slut would get her clit hood pierced."

There was a sudden loud knock at the front door. Syd dropped down, but her master immediately raised his finger and said "Oh no, slave, I never told you to move. Get back into position."

"But," Sydney started before clamping her mouth shut. She saw his eyes squint slightly and she quickly moved back into position. It was a strain to stay in this position, but she had no choice. She couldn't believe that he was going to open the door with her naked and in this position all exposed like she was. It was the ultimate in humiliation, even though she was certain that it was Kira who was knocking, what if it was someone else?

It was Kira, of course, and when her master opened the door, Sydney saw her roommate's eyes widen as she witnessed her predicament. It was so embarrassing, that she closed her eyes and focused on staying in position.

"Hello, sir," Kira began when the door opened. "My name is Kira, and I'm your slave's roommate." She extended her right hand to shake, but the man ignored it.

"What do you want?" he said with a sneer. He didn't like being interrupted.

"Well, sir," she dropped her hand back down to her side, "I would like to have a few words with you, in private. Just a few minutes of your time is all."

"I've nothing to say to you." He started to close the door.

"Wait!!" Kira shouted, then when he stopped, she leaned in close to him and whispered, "She thinks that I've come to help her, but I wanted to talk to you about a collaboration of sorts. I can help you keep an eye on her when she is not here."

He seemed to consider this for a moment before asking, "How do I know that you are not bullshitting me?"

Kira thought for a moment before saying, "Give me a chance to prove it. Invite me in and order me to do something to her. I can pretend to not like it so she thinks that you are in total control of her and me, or I can come clean with her and tell her that I'm going to help you. Whichever you like."

"Come in," he stepped aside to allow Kira to enter, then closed the door behind her.

Sydney was struggling to keep her hips up when she heard footsteps and opened her eyes to see her roommate coming towards her. Kira gave her a half smile that could have meant 'don't worry, I'm here to help' or 'look at the pathetic slave spreading her legs for everyone to see.'

"So, slave, did you think that your roommate was actually going to be able to help you today?" He walked over to Sydney. "On your knees, slave." 

Sydney was happy to be able to drop her butt down. She quickly scurried around until she was kneeling in front of him. She wondered what Kira had said to him. It seemed that whatever she had said hadn't worked, yet.

Master turned back toward Kira and grabbed her by the left arm. He pulled her over so she was standing directly in front of Sydney. "Look at her," he ordered, "and tell her what you told me out on the front step."

Kira looked down at Sydney and this time she didn't disguise her emotions. "I told him that you thought I was here to help you, but instead, I'm going to help him make you into a raging slut." She narrowed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth, making her look almost evil, and Sydney was both shocked and scared. "I've wanted to make you my slave from the moment we met, but I couldn't figure out how. If only I had known how easy it was, I would have done it long ago. You obviously have wanted to be a slave anyway, because you became one so easily. You're such a fucking slut."

Sydney was at a loss for words. Her roommate, her friend, was someone who was supposed to help her, not do this. This was wrong. She felt like she had entered the twilight zone. She looked at Kira with confusion in her eyes, wondering if this was some kind of trick, some kind of plan to win his confidence, so she could get the incriminating stuff back. But if so, wouldn't she have said something to her earlier, or now, she could wink or something, some kind of sign?

Kira reached down and took Sydney's chin in her hand, then she leaned forward until their faces were inches apart. "Open your mouth," she ordered, and when Sydney innocently obeyed, Kira spit directly into her roommate's mouth. It took a moment for Sydney to realize what had just happened, and when it appeared she was going to turn her head to the side and spit out Kira's phlegm, Kira puffed up and said, "Swallow it all, slut, or I will slap you silly." Stunned, Sydney obeyed and swallowed, as rivulets of tears ran down her face.

It was probably the most degrading thing anyone had ever done to Sydney and it came from someone whom she had trusted. Now, she felt like she had no one to turn to, and no way out of this mess. Unfortunately for her, it was about to get worse.

The man she called Master watched the whole scene with a bemused expression. He was impressed with this new girl Kira, but he was still somewhat skeptical. He realized that it could all be a scheme to get him to trust her so she could steal back what he had taken. But he wasn't worried, because he knew that Sydney had too much to lose.

He walked to a small cupboard and retrieved two items from a drawer. He than gave the items to Kira and told her to put them on the slave. The items were a slave collar and a leash. Kira was more than happy to latch the stainless steel collar and hook the leash to that. Then she followed the man towards the living room, with Sydney crawling on all fours behind her.

"Please, Kira, please, what are you doing? Please help me..." Sydney barely managed to whisper out the last word, when Kira jerked sharply on the leash, staggering Sydney and nearly causing her to choke on her own words.

"Sir," Kira asked, "this worthless slut cannot seem to keep her mouth shut. Do you have something that would encourage her to speak only when allowed?"

"Right, good idea," spoke the man now identified as 'the Master' in both girl's minds. He returned to the cupboard, and coming up behind Sydney, ordered her to open her mouth. Not knowing what was going to happen this time, Sydney kept her mouth shut. Kira took the dangling leash and using it as a whip, swiped her roomie's ass, causing Syd to yelp in pain. That was all it took and in a flash, the Master shoved a leather donut ring in her mouth, and tightened the straps of the head harness behind her neck and head. Without further incident, they entered the living room, Sydney breathing hard, air forced in and out of her nostrils, fear like cobwebs clouding her thinking.

He allowed Kira to sit on the couch, but made Sydney stay kneeling on the floor, still naked, head bowed.

"Nadu!" he suddenly spat. Kira had no idea what he was saying, but Sydney immediately jerked her head up, unsure of what he expected. One more time, with emphasis, "Nadu!"

Sydney immediately revised her position, spreading her knees as wide as possible, back straight, breasts thrust out, hands on her thighs. Master turned to Kira with a smile.

"What was that you said, Sir?" she asked.

"It is a Gorean slave command. I'll tell you more about it later, or you can read about it on the sites she frequents. For now..."

He reached for the remotes, turned on his TV and DVD player and said, "I think you will enjoy this show, slave, after all, you are the star."

Sydney had no idea what he was talking about, until the video began to play. At first there was nothing for several seconds, and then Syd's face. They all watched as the video played and soon it was evident...it was Sydney's bedroom. 

"I've edited out the next fifteen minutes when there was no activity," the man said, and sure enough, there was a jump on the video and Sydney came walking back out toward her bed. She stood by her bed and undressed completely, then climbed onto the bed. 

Sydney knew when this video had been taken. It was last night, after she had rubbed Kira's feet and had opened the envelope that she was not supposed to open until the morning. The thumb drive that was supposed to load another file, a file that she had looked for earlier this morning but couldn't find; it was not loaded with a file, it was loaded with a program to access the camera on her laptop.

"This is a good part," the man said. As the video version of Sydney sliding her hand down between her legs played, he casually laid his arm over Kira's shoulders, as if she was his girlfriend. For a reason that she couldn't explain, Sydney felt a burst of jealousy toward her roommate.

Sydney hung her head in shame as her actions of Sunday night were on display for everyone to view. Even though she was not looking at the TV, she could hear the noises of her masturbation. The squelching and squishing from her juicing pussy. If she hadn't been so ashamed, she would have been turned on.

"Oh my gawwwd, look at her fuckin' go. You really are a horny little bitch, aren't you?" Kira laughed, then, noticing the date and time stamp, said, "Wait!!! This was last night?!? Holy shit, you must of got all horny over my feet!" She burst out laughing like a crazy woman, causing Sydney to lower her eyes even more. She bit down hard on the donut ring in her mouth, to stifle the tears which were forming in her eyes.

"Yes, it was last night. Apparently my slave has a short memory since she was ordered to not open the envelope until this morning. She failed my test, so now she needs to be punished. I would like you to be the one to punish her, Kira. Would you do that for me?"

Kira nearly leaped at the thought, "Oh yes, I'd love to. I can't wait."

"Well, you have to wait until this video is over, here comes my favorite part."

His favorite part turned out to be Sydney's toe curling orgasm. They both watched intently as her breath quickened and her muscles clenched, her chest flushed a deep red, her swollen pierced nipples standing straight up. Then, she became as stiff as a statue, and they could see her holding her breath, as her orgasm overtook her and then her whole body bucked and twisted on the bed, her hair mussed and damp from sweat, her toes curled over, her fingers still furiously rubbing her spasming cunt. And then it was over, and the couple sitting on the couch both started clapping as the video version of Sydney lay still, catching her breath.

As the video ended, Kira reached down to her stunned and horrified roomie, and grabbing her by the pony tail, pulled her head back. With a menacing voice, just loud enough for the master to also hear, she said, "Anyone can see you are out of control, Syd, but no worries. I'm here to help you from now on. Between your master and me, we'll take good care of you, won't we, Sir?"

Sydney was terrified by the way Kira hissed these words. She managed to turn her head slightly to look at her Master. He was all smiles.

The man known as 'the Master' rose from the couch and directing his command to Kira said, "Bring her. Let's see what we have to work with."

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Kira stood and with a tug on the leash, followed along behind him, leading Sydney on all fours. By now drool was seeping from her head harness ring gag, adding to the anguish. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life. 

Sydney had seen his studio in the prior days, but they passed that room and went to the far back right, to another room. Crawling along with her eyes to the floor, trying to keep up with Kira, Sydney looked up when Kira gasped, "Oh my god, is this like your dungeon?"

With a laugh Master replied, "Well, it's a start. This stuff is expensive, but maybe with a bit of income generated by our pet, it can be expanded. It will do for our purposes tonight. Bring her over here." He stood next to a heavy-duty rack of some sort, with slots and movable parts.

"It looks like something from the Salem Witch Trials," Kira whispered, suddenly coming to a halt as Sydney stopped in her tracks. "Bad girl, bad bitch," Kira scolded, pulling the leash and with the help of Master, they had not problem immobilizing a squirming and resisting Sydney in the apparatus. She wailed and cried in vain, as they locked her wrists to the side, clipped the top of her head harness to the top of the rack, and then cuffed first her thighs, then her ankles to the rack, leaving her completely helpless and exposed.

Sydney continued to beg through the ring gag, knowing she was completely trapped. Master and Kira stepped back, slightly winded from the effort. "The bondage catalog calls it a bang rack, but that is not our purpose tonight, and as I said, this will not be necessary within a few days of her training."

He went to one of several cupboards, and upon opening the doors revealed a multitude of whips, paddles, and leather thongs. And several metal items, one of which he took, along with a strip of leather. Showing Kira, he asked, "Do you know what this is?" 

"No, Sir, not exactly, but it looks deliciously menacing."

"I noticed immediately that this slave has posture issues. I told her she walks like a librarian, though we worked on that the other night. Did you notice how she slouches when in pet mode? A slave needs to display her assets at all times. Granted, this Asian bitch is not particularly well endowed, but that is no excuse for not being enticing."

Sydney heard the words and they hurt. She was barely regaining some breath control, her nostrils still flaring with each breath. 

He approached his slave from the back. "This will accomplish two things, both of which will be soon evident. Watch so you can continue her training during the week ahead." 

Kira was entranced and her pussy quivered with excitement. 

"In the early training process, you should use some form of lubrication." He squirted a healthy glob of goo on the rounded end of the hook-shaped metal. "As she adapts and accepts it more readily, you can use her own pussy juice or even saliva." Slowly, he pushed the metal end towards her anus, and the moment the cold metal and goo touched her nether hole, Sydney squealed and tried her best to evade the invader, all to no avail. 

She screamed and wailed as Master slowly but steadily pushed the rounded ball end of the hook into her asshole. "It is called an anal hook," he hissed, as her rectum fought the invasion. With a small sound of suction, the hook was imbedded in her ass. Sydney had stopped screaming, and was now just moaning in pain and frustration. Kira was transfixed by the action.

"So," he continued, hands on hips, staring at his naked, trapped, and hooked slave. "Next," and with that he took a long strip of leather, almost like rope, and tied one end to the eye of the anal hook, giving it a slight tug. Sydney gasped.

"Why don't you finish the process, Mistress Kira. Release the head harness from the rack, then pull the leather thong through that same ring, pulling it taut so that every movement of her head will be felt in her ass." Gleefully Kira did as requested, Master showing her how to complete the process with a taut-line hitch knot, enabling them to adjust the tightness as needed.

"All that work, but we are now ready to train her to walk like the sex-starved slut that she is." He released her wrists, ankles and thighs from the rack. "Take the leash and lead her around the room, while I set up the equipment for recording this training session."

As Kira led, Sydney followed, her mouth drooling like a faucet, every step uncomfortable, but not exactly painful. Kira walked slowly, not wanting to actually hurt her roomie any more than necessary. 

After setting up the video equipment, Master refocused on Kira and Sydney. "All right, by now she is used to the sensation, so let's work on the enticement posture. Arch your back more, slave, and raise your ass. Keep your head up, look straight ahead. Ass up! Oh fuck, what a dumb slut," and proceeded to tighten the leather rope, causing Sydney to groan in anguish. 

Around the room Kira led her bitch, as Master filmed the entire lap. "Again, around one more time, head up, ass up, arch your back, good, now waggle your ass, left and right, as though it is begging for attention. Excellent. Keep going."

'Like a trained animal, that is what I am,' Sydney despaired. She had no choice but to obey. 

"Very good, Mistress Kira, now I want you to reinforce this posture in the coming days. By Friday, your first assignment is to ensure she walks on all fours without prodding like a bitch in heat with the hook and harness."

"Yes, Sir, you can count on me," Kira glowed.

"I have one more assignment for you. Untie the hook and remove the gag and head harness while I prepare the next training session."

Kira started at the rear, but following a sharp yelp from Sydney opted instead for untie the leather from the head harness after loosening the knot. She then focused on the hook, but could not resist dragging a finger along Sydney's very wet pussy.

The ball end of the hook came out with a blop sound. "Your rectum is so cute, slave. It is like winking at me. And your pussy, omg! Master, what about something like a plug or tail for this slave, to expand her asshole. She seems to be enjoying this so much!" 

Sydney moaned.

"All in good time," he responded from the other side of the room. "That means daily enemas, but Rome was not built in a day."

Kira then squatted in front of her roomie, and unhooked the head harness, pulling the leather ring from Syd's drooling mouth. As Sydney tried to open and close her mouth, Kira whispered, "You are doing great, slave. We will get you out of this mess before you know it," and proceeded to lick Sydney's drool from the ring. 

"Whyyyy..." Sydney has no idea what Kira's plan was, if there even was a plan. She wanted to run from the room, screaming into the night, but that was not an option at this point. She had to trust Kira, there was no choice.

"Lead her over here when you are done," he said.

Kira tugged on the leash, pulling Sydney to the other side of the room, but they took only a couple of steps when Kira stopped and using the leash as a whip, swiped at Sydney's ass. "I can't believe you, slave! What do you think we've been doing the past half hour? I remove the hook and gag and you immediately regress, back to waddling like a four-legged duck! Oh my god, ass up, head up, arch your back, NOW!"

Sydney yelped in shock, but immediately responded. She would do anything to avoid further punishment. She even swayed her ass left and right. She knew Kira was right. Being a slave required concentration.

Master was smiling as they arrived on the other side of the studio. "She tells me she is a virgin, which I find hard to believe and suspect it is just another lie or deception. Is that true, slave, are you a virgin?" He squatted down in front of Sydney, at eye level.

"Yyessss, Master, slave is a virgin," she sputtered.

"A slave has three holes, surely at least one has been used."

She shook her head and from behind his back a wand appeared, which he just touched to her ass. It sounded like a spark of electricity, and while it was not agonizing, Sydney yelped in shock, falling over onto her side.

"This will come in handy when she forgets," he said, handing the wand to Kira. "Now get up and answer correctly, slave!" Kira reached down and using Sydney's ponytail, pulled her back to all fours. 

"Once again, are all three of your holes virgins?"

"Yes, Master," Sydney choked, half in tears, half in fear, "slave is a full virgin."

"What do you think, Mistress Kira. Is that possible?"

"Well, Sir, I am not sure about all three holes, but I am fairly certain she has not had anal nor vaginal sex, at least she has told me this several times."

"Are you also a virgin?" he asked Kira.

"No, Sir, but I have not been used anally."

"Hm, ok, let's begin to train the slave's facehole. He stepped aside and on the floor was a mirror, with a realistic cock suctioned to the glass. "Lead the slave forward, over the dildo." Once in position, he continued, "I want to see how far you can take this into your mouth and throat." Sydney did not move. She just stared at the mirror and cock. She could see her bedraggled hair and tear-stained cheeks. 

ZAP, suddenly the electric shock hit her rectum and she collapsed in anguish. "This thing really works," Kira glowed. "Get up, slave, or you will get another taste of 'sparky.'"

Sydney struggled to her position over the cock. Kira and Master walked around to the front for a better look. Sydney looked up, started to beg for mercy, but the expression on their faces told her there were no other options. She lowered herself onto the dildo, allowing it to slide partially into her mouth. It was about 6 inches long and she got the first 4 inches before it hit the back of her throat.

"Pitiful. See what I mean, totally untrained," Master said. "She is like a robot, no enthusiasm, no excitement, just mechanical."

Sydney lifted her head and with sad, droopy eyes looked at her tormentors. "Turn the prod up one notch, let's see if that helps," he told Kira.

"No, no, please, I'll, I mean, this slave will do better, please not again." She used her tongue to caress the top of the cock, getting it wet, imagining it was real. She had seen enough porn movies of cocksucking sluts to know the basics.

"Get your ass in the air, arch your back, that cock is your lover, show enthusiasm, show lust, you want it, you need it!" he snarled. "Love and Enthusiasm, that is what is expected. Your Master's cock becomes your universe, and your only desire is to express your love through energetic enthusiasm. Show us, slave, show us!"

Up and down she bobbed her head, slurping, maybe getting an additional inch into her mouth, but the moment it touched the uvula at the back of her throat, she pulled off. She had a powerful gag reflex that had always been a problem at doctor, dentist, and orthodontist exams. When her face neared the mirror, she felt her eyes crossing and had to shut them. 

"Lift your head up, slave," and when she obeyed, he continued. "It is not a popsicle. It is your Master's cock. It is not yours to taste and dabble your tongue around, it is yours to crave and to love. He wants to feel the muscles at the back of your throat, caressing and stimulating, compressing and encouraging, and he wants to hear your moans and your desire for more and more. You are trying to coax his cum, not into your mouth, but into your throat. One more time and show us what you can do."

His words felt like a pep talk before the big game. She wanted to please him, wanted to avoid the electric shock, wanted to hear any words of praise. And so she lowered herself to the cock, tickled the end with her tongue and then plunged herself onto the dildo, up and down, swirling with eddies of saliva, gulping and moaning, striving to touch the glass with her lips, proving she could take it completely into her throat, holding her breath much of the time, gasping for air when on the up thrust. Time and again, up and down, each time getting closer, until finally...she jerked her head up from the dildo, gagging and feeling the sudden need to vomit. She couldn't do it, she would never be able to please him.

"Ok, you see your second task for the week. By Friday, I want her taking the longest of the four into her throat and holding it there. Is that clear, Mistress?" 

"Yes, Sir, yes, I will make sure she practices until it comes second nature to her."

Sydney had regained her breathing and the gag reflex had been quelled, but her eyes were still watering and she felt like a total fool and failure. Master removed the suction dildo and was showing Kira a case which contained others, apparently longer than the one she had just failed.

Returning to their slave, he said, "We have one more issue here and that is her disobedience, as evident by the video from her room." Speaking to Kira as though their slave was not even present, he continued. "Are you aware of her fascination for the Gorean sub-culture?"

"I am not sure what that even means," Kira replied, remembering his command of 'Nadu' earlier.

"When I examined her laptop, it was filled with photos and stories of an imaginary, sci-fi location where all or at least most women are slaves. Steel collars are locked on their necks. Their thighs are branded like animals, because that is their position in society. It is natural for these slaves to have a septum ring, which they gladly accept, but they beg not to have their ears pierced. I know, it sounds strange, but that is the sort of stuff she seems to crave and masturbate to and fantasize about.

"When she first came here, in order to get her computer programs returned and to save her the humiliation of others knowing about the porn on her computer, she made me various promises, none of which has she kept. She was to wear 2-inch hoop earrings 24/7, never cover them, and yet she either replaced them with smaller hoops or covered them with her hair. She opted for an anklet rather than a collar, and then managed to turn it around and cover it with her socks. One act of disobedience after another and I cannot allow this to continue.

"I made arrangements for just the sort of piercings a slut and Gorean slave would crave. I even gave her a choice of three different locations, each enhancing her sexual appeal.

"So, Mistress Kira, it will be your task to ensure obedience to the best of your abilities. I realize you cannot be with her 24/7 and yes, absolutely, I expect her to continue to shine in college. She will not skip classes, she will not flag in her responsibilities, in fact feel free to increase her duties around the apartment or wherever you live. Is this clear?"

"Oh, yes, Sir, yes, I will do exactly as you wish. I have some ideas if you wish. For example, may I have one of your shorter leather thongs from the cupboard?"

"Of course," he answered and when Kira had taken one, she turned and made a pantomime of scissors with her right hand and fingers. He pointed to a drawer where Kira found a pair. Sydney could see none of this, because she was facing the opposite direction.

Kira tucked the scissors in her back pocket with her phone and proceeded to gather Sydney's hair into a high ponytail. "Let's give her one more chance, Sir. I will insist on a high ponytail so that the fuck-me hoops that you gifted her cannot be hidden." She finished by wrapping the leather thong and tying it off. It was evident that she had intentionally left a tuft of black, luxurious hair dangling to the side. "And if she disobeys again," taking the scissors from her back pocket, she snipped a small tuft of loose hair causing Sydney to gasp in shock.

Kira walked around the front, showing her slave the hank of hair and saying, "Is that clear enough for you, slave?"

Sydney shouted, "What have you..." but she never finished the sentence, as Kira's free hand flashed out and slapped her slave across the face, knocking her to the floor, where she curled up and wailed in sorrow.

"Let's talk a little more, Mistress, while she gets this self-pity out of her system," he said, and they walked to the other side of the room.

[hirarandi]

Chapter 08

When Sydney's alarm went off Tuesday morning, she awoke from what she was sure had been a dream. As she rolled over however, the stiffness in her body told her otherwise. She was too tired and too sore to get out of bed so she decided that she was going to take a day off. She would catch up later, but she needed the rest. She shut her alarm off, rolled over, and closed her eyes.

Some time later, Kira burst into her room, threw the blankets off the bed and announced, "Let's go you lazy bitch, you're going to be late."

"NOOOOOOO!!" Sydney growled, "I need sleep. I'm staying here today."

Kira walked up to the bed, leaned over, and said "Listen, slave, you may not like the situation, but you are in it now and I am going to make damn sure that you do what you need to do. You may not remember, but your master instructed me to make sure that you do not miss any time from your collegeing, or there will be consequences. If you want to lose your hair, you go right ahead and stay in bed, but I'm here to help you get up and get to class, so move it or lose it."

Sydney opened her eyes and whined, "Why can't you lie for me, tell him that I went to class? I'll get caught up later."

"Because, you already tried to get away with something once and look where it got you. What if he finds out? Did you ever think that he may have people he knows watching you?" Kira knew how ridiculous that sounded, but she also knew that as tired as her roommate was, she wouldn't be thinking very clearly. 

Her tactic worked. Sydney groaned and with help from Kira, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then she glanced at her clock and saw that only five minutes had passed from the moment her alarm had gone off. Only then did she realize she was totally naked, except for the rings that hung from her nipples and clitty hood, the anklet that declared she was a SLUT, the large hoop earrings...and the collar! "Please, Kira, take this off!", as she struggled to find a way to release the back. Unlike the flexible dog collars she had been wearing in the privacy of her masturbation moments, this was solid metal. It felt comfortable, however, because there was a soft lining.

"Sorry, slave, but if you want me to help you out of this situation, we have to obey him as much as possible, and he said it stays on until we see him later in the week. Come on, get your ass moving!"

Sydney sat for another few seconds, letting the words of her friend sink into her sleepy thoughts, and then the events of last night came rushing back to her. 

"You tried to cut my hair!!" she cried out in anger. "And you-you-you beat me and shocked me!! I thought you were my friend, but you..." she trailed off, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

Kira shook her head "No, I didn't want to cut your hair. Remember that I told you that I had to gain his trust. He wanted me to prove that I would do it, so I had to at least pretend that I was going to. I left that zapper thing on low and I only used the end of the leash to whip you lightly. It was all part of the show. I promise that I want to help you." She looked so convincing that Sydney actually felt bad for accusing her. It was something that Kira had thought up over night to convince her that she was with her.

Sydney scrunched her face up as if she was going to cry, "I'm so sorry Kira, I just thought that... the way you were acting...and talking to me, I believed it all."

"I always wanted to be an actress, slave. Come on, let's get you in the shower, you smell terrible." Kira made a face to show that she was bothered by the smell, then helped Sydney to her feet and wrapped an arm around her to walk with her to the shower.

"Why do you keep calling me 'slave'?"

"Because your master has ordered me to do so, because he wants you to know your place whether you are with him or not, and if I call you Sydney now, it might slip when we are with him, and he will know I have disobeyed his orders. And for that matter, you should call me Mistress, not Kira."

"Oh," Syd mumbled as she walked. Somehow it made sense, what Kira had just said. She looked at herself in the dresser mirror as they passed. Her skin, which was at one time flawless, was now marked with red splotches and strap marks. The high ponytail made her look like an Asian savage, the collar gleamed in the light. Once in the bathroom, she sat on the toilet while Kira turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. Kira released the leather thong wrapping her ponytail. Then she was helped in and she leaned against the wall under the spray. It felt so good just letting the water beat down on her, she closed her eyes and just sighed.

She was so relaxed that she didn't even notice when Kira climbed into the shower naked. Her mind was replaying the prior evening when she was startled by hands touching her shoulders. "Kira!! What are you doing!?!" 

Tugging gently on Sydney's nipple rings, she reminded her slave to address her as Mistress. Sydney nodded. "And relax, I'm just going to help you wash up," she reassured her. First, she dumped shampoo in her hand and lathered up her roommate's hair, noticing the small chunk that had been cut last night. Then, she used a mesh sponge with liquid soap and started to wash her friend. She started at the top and carefully, gently, almost lovingly, she scrubbed and washed. Shoulders, arms, neck, breasts (carefully around the nipples), stomach, sides, outer thighs, upper legs, lower legs (she was now on her knees in front of her roommate), feet, then she moved up and motioned for Syd to open her legs.

This was the first time anyone had ever washed her body for her and it felt wonderful, so when Kira told her to spread her legs, Sydney didn't complain. Instead, she put one leg up on the edge of the tub and allowed her friend to wash her private area. While she was doing this, she tilted her head back into the spray to let her hair get rinsed.

Knowing that her pussy would be tender from the piercing, Kira washed a little bit too hard with the sponge, causing Sydney to push her hand away. "We need to wash it, slave," she said with fake concern. Then she said, "Wait, I'll take care of you." She dropped the mesh sponge and squirted some soap in her empty hand, and rubbed her hands together until she had plenty of suds. Then, she put her hand up to her roommate's pussy and gently started to rub.

Sydney was watching this whole thing as if she was hovering overhead. It wasn't real until she felt her friend's hand rubbing her excited pussy, and then she was too far gone to put a stop to it. It felt so good that her breath caught in her throat and she closed her eyes, thinking that she could cum if it continued. 

"Hand me the razor on the soap dish," Kira commanded. "Too much stubble for a slave."

"Please, no, I can ..."

"Nonsense. Hand it to me, now!" Over the next few moments Kira used the soap lather and razor to whisk away what little hair had grown back. 

Kira was watching her roommate closely and when she saw her close her eyes, she smiled an evil smile. She rubbed on both sides of Sydney's pussy lips, then slid one finger through the center, careful to avoid where the piercing was. She could see the reaction she was causing and was sure that she could make her cum, but that was not what she planned to do. Instead, she pulled her hand away and said innocently, "Okay, you can turn around and I'll do your back now."

Syd was shaken out of her trance and looked down at Kira. She so wanted to ask her to keep rubbing her pussy, but that would be wrong, so instead, she sighed and turned around. Kira stood up and beginning at the shoulders again, she started to work her way down. After she finished with the calves, she lathered her hands up and rubbed between the ass cheeks. She could feel the muscles in her friend's ass clenching, and she knew that it must feel good. Once again, she worked it a little longer than need be but not long enough for Sydney. Then, she stood up and said, "Okay, you're all set. Do you feel any better now?"

The trembling girl nodded because she didn't think that she could speak right now. She was afraid that her voice would waver. After rinsing off completely, they climbed out of the shower and dried themselves off. It seemed strange to Sydney that they were both naked together and acting like it was completely natural. 

Kira rewrapped the high ponytail, ensuring that Sydney's neck and ears were completely visible. Kira then clipped the leash to Sydney's collar. Sydney's mouth opened in surprise and surely to rebel, as her hand reached towards the collar ring. Kira slapped it away playfully and said, "Don't worry, just for us, so it becomes natural." Sydney had no response. "Just walk normally, but with pride and enticement."

Naked, they headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Sydney strolled to the kitchen as taught by Master. On the table was the case with the different size dildos that Sydney was supposed to practice with. She had forgotten all about them and when she saw the case she whined, "Oh shit, I forgot about that. I don't think I can do what he wants me to do."

Kira wrapped her arms around her friend and reassured her, "Don't worry about it, we don't have to go see him until Friday night. I will help you any way I can. You can do this, slave. I'll set a small one up for you, while I make breakfast." 

She took the small dildo and having removed a mirror from her bedroom similar to last night, suctioned the cock to it and set it on the floor. "Ok, slave, remember your Master's orders. Enthusiasm and love, you need to show both of these."

"Please, Kira, ..."

"Mistress," Kira corrected her.

"Please, Mistress, this is so embarrassing. I will do it later after college, but please not in front of you."

"Slave," Kira turned to face her, a serious look on her face, "how can your Mistress protect you, if less than a few hours after receiving your direct orders, you already are trying to weasel out of the agreement." She gave a slight tug to the leash. "Now get down on all fours, showing good posture, and let me see you swallow, caress, and enthusiastically love your Master's cock. And I mean NOW."

Again Sydney saw the uncompromising, harsh look on Kira's face. She went down like a scolded bitch and began to suck and tongue-caress the dildo. 

"Enthusiastically, slave! Like it is the last cock on earth! Tongue, lips, mouth, remember, no teeth, yes, that's it, more..."

Sydney was getting into it now, and with rapid movement of her tongue and lips, saliva coating the dildo, she imagined it was the most delicious treat in the world. She could see her own lust in the mirror's reflection. Her mistress smiled inwardly, as she watched her slave perform. Without the stress of the previous night, Sydney was able to take the full 6-inch cock into her mouth and throat and hold it. On the third try she actually swallowed with the dildo in her throat, feeling the muscles of her neck massage the cock.

Gasping for breath after her extended effort, Sydney looked up and saw Kira smiling in approval. Sydney returned the smile, a glow to her expression. "Excellent, you are going to please Master so much on Friday."

"Thank you, um, Mistress," and she began to rise from the floor. 

"Whoa, girl, just stay there. Master and I discussed a few things at the end of yesterday's session. He expects me to reinforce the pet mode training, not only your posture, but for meals when we are alone. Just stay on all fours for your breakfast." Sydney was stunned, as Kira set a plate of cut up pieces of toast smothered in strawberry yogurt on the floor. Next to it was a bowl of water.

"No way, you must be..." Sydney stopped mid-sentence when Kira pulled the wand from the gym bag on the countertop, holding it aloft. 

"Like all things, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, but you will do it my way and your Master's way. Get started."

With her resistance at an all-time low, and knowing that Kira expected her to eat like a bitch, she bent over and took a bit of soppy toast in her mouth. It was soft, nothing like she would ever prepare, but while Kira sat at the table watching, Sydney finished the plate of slop and managed to lap a few drinks of water. Because her hair was piled on top of her head, there was no concern about getting it caked in yogurt.

"Good girl," Kira praised, as though her slave was a pet. "Let's find something to wear, college beckons." Sydney followed, the leash still attached to her collar, dragging along between her legs.

Kira tossed several items on the bed, which as a set screamed Queen of Detention. A white blouse that tied below Sydney's breasts, a skirt that covered her ass, but with little to spare, and a pair of beige wedge sandals, popular with Asian girls who wanted to gain a few inches of height. No bra, no panties. "Ok, quickly, we need to get going," and removed the leash. 

Sydney wasn't happy with her inability to hide the signs of her slavery, but what could she do? Kira insisted that she could not remove the collar. "Mistress, this slave begs you! She cannot go to college with this collar on her neck. She will standout as a...a..., I don't know, if it was black with spikes, this slave could pretend to be a Goth for the day, but not this," as she tugged on the steel around her throat. "Please, Master said nothing about, like a scarf. Right? Please, Mistress!"

Kira seemed to ponder the idea, and then happily surprised Sydney by say, "Ok, this time, for now." Relieved, Sydney wrapped a silk scarf around her neck, hiding the collar, but there was nothing she could do about the earrings and anklet. Sydney turned the anklet so the word SLUT was on the inside of the ankle, and when Kira did not protest that, she felt a burden lifted and they left their apartment together, without another word spoken until they arrived on campus 15 minutes later. Sydney caught Kira watching her prance along the sidewalk, so she made every effort to strut and ooze sexuality. 

"Have a great day, slave," Kira said, as they reached a fork in the path, Kira going her way, Sydney the opposite. Unlike the previous days, there was no temptation to replace the hoops. She had learned her lesson. The blouse rubbing over her pierced nipples and the friction around the clitty piercing kept her heart beating faster than normal. 

Later in class, she was distracted again, but this time it wasn't her piercings that bothered her, it was everything going through her head. She couldn't stop thinking about last night, and how she had felt through the whole ordeal. There had been several instances throughout the evening that had excited her, but she still didn't want to admit to anyone that she liked being a slave. There was still her reputation to think about, and her friends and family.

She wanted to put it all out of her mind and focus on the class, but her mind kept going back to crawling on all fours and being tormented for so long. And what about this morning in the shower with Kira? She had always thought her roommate was gorgeous and sexy as hell, and that was before she saw her naked and all wet. It was all so confusing and then, while she was thinking about all this, she noticed a familiar smell, and realized that her pussy was juicing right there in the middle of class.

The smell of her own pussy juice made her even wetter as her mind was now focused on the moistness between her legs. Short skirt and no underwear just made the smell of her juices that much more noticeable, and then, who did she see turn around and look right at her again, Nicole Sanford, the most plain looking blond girl with glasses had tried to make friendly several times during the semester. 

Nicole smiled a knowing smile and winked at her, causing Sydney to blush fiercely and look away. She didn't know what this girl wanted with her, but she made her nervous. She watched the clock and with five minutes left of class, she gathered her stuff together, hoping that she wouldn't have to talk to the girl again. It didn't work though. When the bell rang signaling the end of class, Nicole immediately touched her arm as she was getting up.

"Excuse me, Hi, Nicole, remember? I was just wondering if you would like to go out sometime... with me you know... maybe some lunch or a movie or something?"

She was asking for a date!! Sydney was shocked and wondered if she was giving off the impression that she liked girls. "Ahhh well," she didn't want to hurt the girls feelings, but "I don't think I'll have the time... you know how busy it can get this time of year and all." It was a lame excuse, but it was all she could think of.

"Oh...yeah, I know huh, I'm like sooo busy right now, but I ahh you know, thought that you must have to eat some time. So...but hey, I understand you know. Maybe another time or something. And I love your new look."

She smiled a pained smile and quickly turned to leave. Sydney almost felt bad, would have if she didn't have so much to deal with.

The rest of the day was a blur, two hours of rather unproductive study in the library, and when she finally went home later that afternoon, Kira was waiting for her in the kitchen. 

"So, how was your day?" she asked as Sydney walked in.

"Strange...I got asked out on a, um, date." She had momentarily lost her train of thought, seeing the head harness, anal hook, tube of goop, and the case of dildos sitting on the kitchen counter. 

"REALLY!! Go ahead and strip and tell me about it. Is he cute or what?"

"Strip?"

"Of course, silly slave. Except in public, slaves go naked. Now hurry up and strip!" Kira walked over to her slave, reached up and dug her thumb and forefinger into Sydney's cheeks. "He knows where we live, from last night. He has told me to deepen your slavery and submissiveness when we are not in his presence. Now what if he suddenly arrives, and we are sitting here in the kitchen chatting like a couple of college girls. If you want to keep your hair, we have to obey his orders, so when I say 'strip,' you strip. And remember, it's Mistress, not Kira. I can't protect you if you don't obey his wishes."

Though her head was held firmly by the way Kira gripped her cheeks, she nodded. Kira stepped back to watch her new slave submit. In a few minutes, Sydney stood before her, naked except for the steel collar, anklet, hoop earrings, and rings that pierced her nipples and clit hood. Sydney's eyes were tearing from the humiliation, but Kira showed no compassion. 

"Spread your legs wider, slave, and lock your hands behind your neck. You are too self-conscious about your body. If we want to impress your Master by Friday, we have to lower some of your inhibitions. Now, tell me about this date." Kira hooked the leash on the collar and let it hang between Sydney's breasts. 

It all seemed to make sense to Sydney, and so she obeyed the orders, standing in the kitchen, displayed. She noticed her breasts, which were thrust out prominently by this position, and her nipples, now rock hard. "Well, it wasn't a guy, it was a girl," she said, somewhat timidly.

"No way, are you shitting me?"

"Nicole is her name, and I don't know her story, but I've heard rumors."

"What rumors?"

"Well, I've heard that she like girls for one, and after she asked me out I guess that confirms it. She is really quiet and...I don't know... kinda frumpy I guess. Like, her hair is sometimes tangled, and she wears, you know like cheap clothes and stuff. During class she turned to smile at me and after class she asked me to go out with her. It was weird."

"So?" Kira rose and stood deep within Syd's personal space.

"She asked me out! Mistress, please!"

"Please, what, slave?" Kira looked her directly in the eyes, taking total control of the situation and her slave.

[hirarandi]

Sydney's mouth was agape, and she felt the first stream of her juices run from her pussy, down her inner thigh. They tickled, yet she was frozen in her displayed position. Kira moved her fingers from her slave's nipples to her cunt. Her right index finger hooked the ring, while the pinkie finger ran along her slit. She held her wet finger in front of Sydney's face.

"Please, what, slave?" she asked again, waving her finger in front of Sydney's nose. 

"Pleaseeee, Mistress, I...uh..."

"Why is your pussy so wet, slave?"

"I...I don't know, Mistress..."

As she wiped her wet finger along Sydney's upper lip, Kira took over the conversation. "I will tell you, slave. Because you were born to be a slave, to serve your Master or Mistress, to submit to our will, to please us and to open all your holes to us. That's what I think, slave," and she laughingly stuck her index finger in her mouth, sucking Sydney's juices, never breaking eye contact with her slave. Suddenly Kira stepped back, breaking the tension, laughing lightly, and walked to the fridge for a Diet Coke. 

Sydney's knees felt like rubber, but she did not move as Kira took a seat in front of her. "You were telling me about this lesbian friend of yours, slave. So... are you going to go out with her?" Kira took a long swig of the cola.

"NOOOOO!! That's gross." 

"Really. Let me think about that, but for now, we have work to do. Down on all fours, slave."

If Sydney thought that the previous day of training was a one-off, she now realized it was not. She slowly and in a state of despondence went into her bitch position. 

Kira prepared her slave as she had been taught. The ring gag head harness was simple, but she had not been the one to insert the anal hook the previous night. She found that to be difficult, given the resistance and lack of cooperation from Sydney. Twice she threatened the zapper, and by the time the ball end of the hook was seated in Sydney's ass and tied to the head harness, Kira was perspiring and slightly stressed. 

"Remember your lesson from last night. It is now 4:10, I expect you to circle around the apartment for the next 20 minutes. If I see you with poor posture, there will be no warning." The threat of the wand was evident.

Seeing no options, Sydney obeyed, going from room to room, ass wagging, posture enticing, the perfect bitch pet. After finishing her cola, Kira sat on the couch. Every circumnavigation of the apartment required Sydney to pass next to Kira, so there was the unspoken threat of punishment. After 15 minutes, Kira seemed bored by the repetitive exercise, and picked up a magazine. Sydney did not slack, at least she thought that was true, but when she passed Kira for the umpteenth time, she was given the ZAP where the hook entered her rectum, causing her to yelp, jerk her head and pull the hook deeper into the rectum. "Don't lose focus, hon, only a few more circuits."

Finally Kira called a halt to the training. She released the leather thong and pulled the hook out of Sydney's rectum, again the slurp/blop sound that was so embarrassing. "Let's get that gag out and move up to the next sized dildo." Sydney gave a quiet moan, barely audible, but enough to get Kira's attention.

Kira yanked the hard, pulling Sydney closer until their faces were only inches apart. In a terse whisper she said, "I'm playing my role, we are being watched and you need to obey or else. Follow me and I'll explain."

Sydney could see that her friend meant business, so she nodded and quickly followed over to the kitchen sink. Kira pointed to a piece of paper on the floor. Sydney quickly read it.

***

Sydney,

Don't say anything. There are tiny hidden cameras all over the house, that he installed while we were at college. He is watching us all the time. You need to play the part of my slave while we are here. I'm so sorry, and I'm trying to come up with a solution, but he has surprised me. Please understand that I'm not doing this because I want to, I'm doing this because I don't want you to lose your hair. I love you girl, stay strong.

***

How could he have entered their apartment? Kira must have given him access, so how could she be her ally. Nothing made sense. She looked up at Kira with her sad, almond-shaped eyes. 

"Now," Kira started when she was sure that Sydney was done reading, "maybe you need a reminder of who is the boss when we are here. What is my name, slave!!"

Sydney was still in shock from finding out that he was watching everything that was going on. She was thinking that she was going to hyperventilate as her heart rate had gone through the roof. She was so in shock that she didn't answer until there was another sharp yank on the chain, and Kira yelled in her ear, "What is my name, slave!!"

"Ahhh Mistress, your name is Mistress and I am your humble slave."

"Good girl... I'm going to give you a special treat today, and if you do well the rest of the week, I may give you this treat again. Stand and come with me slave." She gently tugged the chain and marched Sydney over to the stool where the second, larger phallus had been suctioned onto the seat. Once there, she tugged her own shorts down and stepped out of them. Then, while her astonished roomie watched in amazement, she climbed onto the stool and lined the dildo up with her pussy before carefully lowering herself onto it.

"Kira? I mean Mistress...what...what are you..." Sydney was at a loss for words as she watched her roommate, her friend, as she slid up and down on the rubber cock, and worked her clitoris with her fingers. 

Kira had planned this from earlier and had worked herself up, by rubbing her pussy to get it wet just minutes before Sydney arrived home. She was so excited right now that it didn't take long before she felt her muscles tightening and then the familiar exhilarating feeling as her orgasm began. She rode through the spasms, moaning and grunting as she felt her pussy gush her creamy liquid.

"Ohhh yes that felt sooo good. And now you can have your special treat," Kira said as she climbed off the phallus on shaky legs. There was thick white cream covering the fake cock from her cunt. "Go on slave, show your Mistress just how well you can suck a creamy cock."

Sydney looked at the dildo with disbelief. She couldn't be serious, could she? From where she was standing, she could smell the fragrance of sex coming from Kira. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. "I...I can't...ple" she didn't get any more out because Mistress Kira grabbed her hair and shoved her face toward the stool.

"Are you going to refuse my special treat? You should be thanking me right now for adding my wonderful flavor to that rubber cock. As a slave, it is your responsibility to worship every part of your master and mistress. You should be begging me to lick up my juices, not crying about it. Now you get your fucking slut mouth on that cock and you fucking swallow it right now." She shoved the frightened girl's face onto the erect sex toy, and enjoyed the feelings of power when Sydney put it in her mouth.

This whole thing was so far out of control now that Sydney felt like she was just along for the ride. If he had installed cameras all over the house, there was never going to be a chance for her to relax. She would always have to assume that he was watching her. She wasn't sure why Kira was doing what she was doing, but in a way it made perfect sense. If they were going to make him think that she was on his side, and that was still the plan, they had to play the part of mistress and slave. If he didn't believe her, then there would most certainly be consequences.

Realizing that there was no way out at this point, Sydney grabbed the sides of the stool, opened her mouth and took the head of the dildo into her oral fuck hole. The taste and smell of her roommate's pussy was thick on the toy. She had often masturbated in her room at night, and had, on several occasions, tasted her own juices. She had always been turned on by her own smell and taste, and had wondered what other women tasted like, but she never thought she would ever actually taste another woman's juices. 

"Okay now slave, breathe through your nose, open your throat, concentrate on not gagging, and go as deep as you can on it," Kira instructed her, as if she had done this before herself.

Something strange was going on in Sydney's head at that very moment. She should have been angry. Angry at Master for getting her into this mess, angry at Kira for her actions, and angry at herself for allowing this all to continue. However, the feelings that she was experiencing at this moment were feelings of excitement and arousal. She also wanted to please her mistress for some unknown reason. She wanted to swallow the entire fake cock to the base, and with a fierce determination, she tilted her head to a better angle, flared her nostrils, opened her throat, and slid her mouth down, exhilarating in the aroma of her Mistress.

She felt the head of the rubber phallus slide to the back of her throat and the sudden urge to gag stopped her downward slide momentarily. Feeling her eyes well up with tears from the gag reflex being set off, she breathed deeply and evenly until the feeling passed. She knew there wasn't much more to go, but that was going to be the hardest part. She could hear Kira encouraging her, but she was so focused on the task at hand that it sounded like her voice was coming from the other side of the room. One thing she knew, it was easier from this angle than when she was on all fours and the dildo was suctioned to the mirror.

Just a tiny bit more to go and she was determined to not raise up until she got the whole thing down, so she steeled herself for the last bit and with one big swallow, she went all the way down until her lips pressed up against the wood of the stool. She did it!! The head of the cock was in her throat. She fought the urge to quickly pull up, because she knew that she needed to be able to do this without gagging and puking. Her mouth seemed to quickly become filled with an abundance of saliva. It was leaking out of her lips all over the stool. She closed her eyes to fight through the next bout of gag reflex and it worked. Her throat seemed to be almost involuntarily swallowing, constant spasms of the throat muscles massaging the penis.

Kira was very impressed with her slave at being able to deep throat this second dildo, but she had also seen the other two dildos in the case and each one was an inch longer than the last, and each one was also thicker than the last. She was only swallowing the seven inch cock, but she needed to swallow the nine inch one before Friday, and not gag at all. That was going to be a very difficult task for her. 

Sydney pulled off of the toy after nearly forty seconds of keeping it in her throat, and felt pride at her accomplishment. She really hadn't thought she would be able to do it, but now, she felt confident that she could handle the rest. She looked up at Kira and smiled brightly, "I did it!! I can't believe it, but I did it!! Even after you..." She trailed off, as if she suddenly realized exactly what she had just done.

"That's a good slave, but don't get too confident because you haven't seen the other ones that you need to swallow. You should start working on this one next." She stood the eight inch cock on the counter. "You really don't have time to celebrate."

Sydney looked at the next one and nodded, it was not going to be easy, but after she had managed her gag reflex, she was sure she could handle it. She picked it up and put it up to her mouth, when Kira spoke, "Would you like me to lubricate that one for you also slave?"

Sydney almost shouted 'NO', but she caught herself, and re-thought her answer. "Thank you for your concern Mistress, but slave thinks that she should learn how to do it when it is dry, in case she must perform in front of Master when it is dry." She hoped that Kira would accept her answer, and she felt that it sounded reasonable.

Kira seemed to consider for a moment, then said "Maybe you are right slave, but I have one question for you. Did you enjoy the taste of my pussy, slave?"

It was a most difficult question for Sydney to answer. On the one hand, she knew that if she was totally honest, she would have to say 'yes, she did enjoy it', but it was very embarrassing to admit. On the other hand, if she said 'no Mistress, I did not enjoy it', she assumed there would be consequences. She also had to assume that this was all being watched by Master, and Kira would want to keep the act going, so it was really not a good idea to say no.

"Answer me, slave," Kira said menacingly.

"I..Slave was not expecting to... to like the taste, Mistress, but slave was very surprised, and...yes, yes slave did enjoy the taste of Mistress's pussy." She knew that she was blushing furiously when said it, but it was the truth.

Kira pondered her slave's answer for several seconds before saying "So... if you enjoy the taste of pussy so much, I think you should invite your new friend over tomorrow evening. What was her name again? Nicole, wasn't it? Yes that was it, Nicole. You should invite her here."

Sydney was at a loss. Why would Kira want her to invite Nicole over? It just didn't make sense. "Mistress, can you explain to slave why you want to have her come over, please."

"Well, you said she was a lesbian, right? And you said that you liked the taste of pussy. So you should have her come over so she can maybe teach you a thing or two." Kira knew that she was making Sydney squirm and she liked that.

Thinking quickly she answered "Yes, Mistress, however, have you thought of the possibility that Nicole hasn't had sex with anyone yet, like your humble slave. If that is the case, then she wouldn't be able to teach slave anything."

"Okay slave. It seems clear to me that you do not want to invite this girl over tomorrow. Is that a fair assessment?"

Sydney felt a moment of relief. It seemed like Kira was going to relent. "Yes Mistress, slave does not feel comfortable inviting Nicole here. Thank you for your kindness, Mistress."

"Did I ever say that I was concerned with your comfort levels, slave?" Her voice had taken on a menacing air. She continued, "In fact, Master has given me explicit instructions to constantly push your comfort zone. He wants his slave to be ready for anything. You will invite Nicole here tomorrow, and you better hope that she can make it too. If not, I'll have to punish you."

This was too much for Sydney and she wanted to yell at her roommate, but she was still aware of the hidden cameras that she was not supposed to know about. She needed to talk to Kira somewhere that was out of sight of the cameras. Outside was the only place she could be sure. "Mistress, slave is suddenly feeling strange and would like some fresh air. May we please take this conversation outside?"

Kira showed a knowing smirk and nodded "Very well slave, I could use some sun anyway."

Once they were out the back door and it was closed tight, Sydney glared at her friend "Kira!! What the hell are you doing to me?!?" Out of the house and out of the view of the cameras, she felt she could say anything to her roommate.

Without a moment's hesitation, Kira slapped her hard across the face. It was such an unexpected reaction that Sydney just looked at her with hurt in her eyes. Not hurt from the sting of the slap, but hurt that her trusted friend, her only ally in this, would do such a thing.

"I'm sorry, slave, but you left me no choice. I cannot let you speak to me that way here because if I do, you will forget and do it in there. What you need to remember is that he is watching everything inside, and when you came in, you told me, and essentially told him, that a lesbian asked you out on a date. Then you told me, and him, that it bothered you that she asked you out. In my opinion, I had no choice but to tell you to invite her here, because he would have expected me to. Remember, he told me to push your boundaries, and that was pushing your boundaries. You need to open your mind, because you have no choice."

Sydney was fighting back tears. It was a harsh reality that she still hadn't gotten used to, and she needed to rethink her whole life. Everything had changed in an instant and she still kept going back to the old way of thinking. Rubbing her still stinging cheek, she broke down in tears, and now Kira wrapped her arms around her and held her until she calmed down.

They stayed outside together for another fifteen minutes and Kira played the concerned friend the whole time, until finally, she reminded Sydney that she needed to swallow the next biggest dildo in line. 

They went back into the house, and after eating dinner, (which Sydney cooked) and cleaning the mess, (again, all Sydney), she set to work in front of Kira, trying to swallow the eight inch cock.

Chapter 09

Her throat was sore the next morning, Wednesday. Not real bad, but she definitely could feel it. She dragged herself out of bed, groaning as she thought about her task for the day. She needed to invite Nicole to come over tonight, and then, who knew what would happen. She felt a little like she did Monday morning when her instructions were to go see Rex, the piercer. The difference was that this time, it was her friend Kira who had ordered her to do it. 

Swallowing the bigger dildo seemed way harder than the smallest one. She had thought that after doing the first one with relative ease, she would easily swallow the next size up, however, the extra length and girth really worked on her gag reflex. It was horrible. She had been determined when she had started, but after trying and trying, she wanted to give up. If it hadn't been for Kira pushing her to continue, even yelling at her and calling her every name in the book, she would have quit, and not made it. It took her over an hour to finally get it all the way into the back of her throat, with her lips pressed up against the stool. She couldn't stay like that for long, but she was still proud of the fact that she did it.

She did her normal morning ritual, but this time she was looking for hidden cameras as she went. She wasn't obvious about it, just glancing around at things she had always taken for granted before. She decided that he must have hidden them very well, because she never saw anything out of the ordinary.

She kept her conversation with Kira at a minimum, and left early to go to Starbucks. She had to think about what she would say to Nicole, even though she didn't want to. It wasn't that she hated the girl, she really didn't know her enough for that. It was more that they were from two different social classes.

Once in the class, Sydney saw that Nicole seemed to be avoiding her. Normally, she wouldn't have even noticed the plain looking girl, but today, she needed to talk to her. Sydney quickly penciled a short note saying that she wanted to talk after class, and slipped it onto the girl's book. She watched as the pigtailed blond opened the note and read, then turned and nodded to her. 

The class dragged and Sydney was planning what she would say the entire time. Finally, when the class ended, she met with Nicole. "Hi. Can I just say that I'm sorry about how I treated you yesterday. I was not very nice to you and I would like to make it up to you. I would like for you to come to my home tonight for dinner so I can make it up to you."

Nicole just stood there staring into Sydney's eyes before answering her. "Why do you want me to come over?" she asked "What is this, some kind of a trick or something? You want me to come over so you and your friends can make fun of me, right?"

Sydney shook her head "NOO!! I would never do anything like that. Listen, I was just having such a miserable day, or a few days actually, and I was rude to you, and I'm so sorry. Please, I just want to get to know you." She was worried that she wouldn't come and then there would be trouble.

[hirarandi]

As Nicole walked to Sydney's house, she wondered if she was doing the right thing. She had almost given up on the pretty Asian girl in her business class, even though she had been watching her for months. 

From the first time she saw her, Nicole had been entranced with Sydney. She was beautiful and always seemed so happy and carefree. She wanted so bad to approach her and strike up a conversation, but she was afraid of what might happen. There was a time, long ago, when Nicole was happy and carefree, also. Then something had happened that turned things upside down, and forever changed her outlook on life.

She had been in ninth grade and her very best friend in the world was a blond girl named Beth. They had been best friends since elementary college, and basically inseparable. As Nicole grew, she became aware of her sexuality, and it was her best friend whom she developed a crush on. 

Beth was filling out in all the right places and Nicole started to realize that the boys were taking notice. It made her jealous when her friend started to acknowledge the attention she was getting from the boys. 

One day, the two girls were alone in Beth's bedroom. They were laughing about some kid at college who had made a complete fool of himself, and Nicole found herself staring deeply into her friend's eyes. Then, without even thinking about the consequences, she leaned forward and they kissed each other, full on the lips. 

It was not Nicole's imagination; Beth had kissed her back, and seemed to really enjoy it, too. As they slowly pulled away and looked into each other's eyes, they both realized that they wanted more, so once again, they kissed, but this time it was much more passionate, and tongues became tangled. It was such an exciting kiss, that both girls wound up laying back on the bed and their hands went to work, sliding under clothes, caressing and feeling and stroking each other.

Nicole couldn't believe her luck. She had wanted to talk with her friend for months about her feelings, but never had the courage. She was so happy that Beth felt the same. Having heard all the talk of sex things on the bus and in gym class, she was aware of oral sex, and she thought that the best way to show her best friend how she felt was to go down on her. 

Beth was wearing a pair of white shorts, and when Nicole moved down and unbuttoned them, she seemed more than happy to help pull them down, along with her underwear. Once she was naked from the waist down, Nicole moved in and smelled her best friend's moist pussy. Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked her way from the bottom of her slit to the top. She was rewarded with a moan and that just urged her on. She really didn't know what she was doing, but she was obviously doing something right, because Beth was getting into it.

Beth's pussy had opened up like the petals of a flower, and she had pulled her legs up to give her friend better access. Even though this was her first time, Nicole could tell that her friend was getting close to her orgasm, and that was when the shit hit the fan.

They had been so into each other that they didn't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hallway, but when the door to Beth's room swung open, and her mother shrieked, "What the hell is going on here?!!?" they both heard that loud and clear. 

It was the most embarrassing moment in Beth's young life as she spun around and looked into the eyes of her friend's mother, who looked like she was going to have a heart attack. Then the fun began.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU HARLOT!!" she screamed at Nicole, the venom in her eyes looked like she was ready to kill someone. Beth rolled off the side of the bed and dressed as quickly as possible, crying and apologizing profusely. 

Nicole, who was still dressed, quickly made her way past the irate woman and down the stairs. As she ran down the street toward her house, she licked her lips and could still taste her friend on her lips.

The next day at college, she went to Beth's locker and was shocked to see that she had a bruise on her face. She tried to talk to her friend, but Beth told her that she couldn't be her friend anymore. 

"Beth, she had no right to hit you, and she can't keep us apart," Nicole said.

"She didn't hit me!" Beth snapped angrily. "And I don't want to be your friend anymore!! Stay out of my life, and don't try to talk to me ever again!!" She slammed her locker shut and stormed off.

For the rest of the day, Nicole watched her friend from afar. At first, she thought that she saw a hint of sadness in her face when their eyes met across the room, but when she smiled at her, the look on Beth's face suddenly turned to one of animosity. 

She watched as her former best friend went to a group of girls and started talking to them, clearly motioning to Nicole and telling them some sort of wicked tale. The group of three girls, whom Nicole knew of as big time gossips, all looked aghast at her story, then they all looked over and giggled and pointed. 

With a pained expression, Nicole looked at Beth, and saw a flash of something, maybe regret, maybe sadness, but the damage was done and there was no way to stop the flow of information. By the end of the day, word had gotten around college that she was a lesbian. Nobody looked at her the same. People would go silent as she approached, only to start whispering and giggling when she walked past. Someone stuffed a piece of paper into her locker that said 'LESBIAN SLUT'. 

She tried so hard to not let it bother her, but all of her former friends stopped talking to her. She became an outcast in her college where at one time she was a member of the popular crowd. Before long, she was a shell of her former self. She dressed down now, trying to just blend in instead of stand out. She found that the less attention she received the better, so she stopped trying to look nice, and just survive.

For the rest of her time in high college, she continued to be the invisible girl, always looking forward to the time when she would graduate and could leave town for college and begin again. However, after more than three years of hiding in the shadows and eating lunch with the geeks, who became her new friends, it was too hard to go back to her old ways. 

Now, she walked around campus as the quiet, studious girl who never went to parties or went out on the town. Even three thousand miles away from the small town in Maine where she called home, she couldn't bring herself to open up and make friends.

Then, she was sitting in class minding her business as always, and she heard strange noises coming from her left and slightly behind her. When she turned to see what the noise was, she saw the girl she had admired for so long, the beautiful Asian girl Sydney, the one whose personality reminded her of herself years ago. But this time, there was something different about the girl. This time she seemed to be uncomfortable, and was touching her breasts, and adjusting her shorts, and then Nicole noticed that she was wearing an anklet that very prominently proclaimed the wearer to be a slut.

For some reason, she felt a kinship with this girl she had never met before and she was compelled to approach her after class. Now, she was headed over to her house with trepidation. 

****

For the next hour or so, Sydney practiced on the dildos. She started with the one she swallowed yesterday and again managed to get it all the way down after about ten minutes. Then, she started working on the next one. It was infinitely more difficult than the other. She was so into practicing that she didn't realize what time it was until there was a knock on the front door.

Kira walked out from another room and said, "Keep sucking dear, I'll get it." 

Sydney felt her cheeks burn red with shame and picked her head up off the cock. "Please, Mistress, let me, let slave get a robe on or at least a towel on."

"You can just hide behind the island for now slave. I'll chat with our guest. Oh, and don't forget, when you speak to her, you will address her as Mistress, also." Sydney was sick to her stomach.

Kira went to the door and waited while Sydney pulled the stool behind the island and ducked out of sight, then she opened the door. "Hi, you must be Nicole. I'm Sl..Sydney's roommate, Kira. Please come in."

Nicole stepped in saying, "Thank you, it's nice to meet you Kira. That's such a pretty name."

"Oh, thank you, aren't you sweet." She shut the door behind the girl. 

"So, where is Sydney?" Nicole asked.

"She'll be out in just a few minutes, why don't you have a seat on the stool, and I'll get you a cold drink. Water or lemonade?" She walked around the island where Sydney was still hiding and opened the cupboard where the glasses were. 

"Lemonade, please," she answered as she sat on the stool. 

Kira made her way to the refrigerator where she filled two glasses with ice cold lemonade. Then, she slid one glass across the counter to Nicole.

"So, tell me Nicole," Kira began, "exactly why are you here today?"

Looking up from her glass, Nicole half smiled and said, "I was invited, by Sydney."

"Oh I know that she invited you. You see, I ordered her to invite you over. But I want to know the real reason that you came here today. Sydney said that you asked her out on a date."

"Ahhh well," Nicole was feeling uncomfortable with this line of questioning. "I really just want to hang out with her. I don't know many people here you know, so I'm always looking for a friendly face."

"Mmm, is that the only reason Nicky? You don't mind if I call you Nicky do you?" She didn't wait for an answer, "because I think that there is more to it than that. I think that you wanted something else from her."

Nicole put her glass on the counter and stood up. "Look, I don't know what this is all about, but I'm gonna take off now and if you can tell Sydney that I was here at six, I would appreciate it." She started to head for the door.

"Oh, but Sydney is right here." Reaching down with right hand, she grabbed Sydney by her pony tail and pulled up.

"Ooowww!!" Sydney yelped in pain and surprise and came up quickly to relieve the pressure on her scalp. 

Nicole looked back with wide eyes. "Sydney! What is going on?"

"Go ahead, slave, answer the girl," Kira said while grinning, then she hooked the leash to the collar on Sydney's neck.

Her face burning in shame, Sydney lowered her eyes to the counter, and said, "G...Good evening, Mm...Mistress." She stuttered. Feeling the tug of the leash, she followed her roommate out around the side of the island and into the middle of the floor, where her whole naked body could be seen by Nicole. She held her hands over her pubic area.

"Sydney! Why are you doing this?" Nicole seemed very upset by this whole scene.

"Let's go slave, present yourself to your guest. Don't make me get the whip out," Kira barked and yanked back on the leash to get her attention.

Shivering in disgrace and humiliation, Sydney moved her hands behind her head and thrust out her chest, while getting down on her knees in front of the astonished newcomer. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

"So what do you think of her now? Not what you expected I bet," Kira said with a degree of smugness.

"I...I..." She was speechless, but she was also turned on. "I didn't know that she...that you two...you two were...like that."

"You mean lesbians?" Kira asked. "She may be a pussy eating dyke, but I like guys only. She's just a useless slave girl. She'll do whatever I tell her to do. Won't you slut?" She directed this last question at Sydney while pulling her head back by her hair and leaning down close to her. Then, to prove herself she said, "Open your mouth, slave."

Sydney was terrified by her roommate, having never thought that she would go so far. Instead of opening her mouth, she clamped it shut, her eyes wide with fear, and shook her head slightly.

Kira practically growled at the trembling girl, then slapped her face with her free hand. "Open your fucking mouth," she shouted, and when that still didn't work, she grabbed her cheeks with the same hand and squeezed, causing Sydney's lips to pop out like a fish. 

"OPEN!!" she demanded again, and this time Sydney relented and opened her mouth. Kira sneered down and, leaning slightly forward, she spit right into Sydney's open mouth. A long strand of saliva hung down from her lips for several seconds before breaking off. She loosened up on her pinching grip and pushed Sydney's chin up, closing her mouth. "Now swallow, slave," she said in a much quieter but still menacing voice.

Closing her mouth, Sydney could taste the spit from her roommate, thick in her mouth. With a wince, she swallowed the mess. She felt about as low as a person could feel at this moment.

"There slave, now you've tasted my juices from both ends. You are such a lucky slave. You should thank me," she waited a few seconds, until it became clear that Sydney wasn't going to thank her, then she reached down and pinched her nipple and said, "I don't hear you slave!!"

"THANK YOU, MISTRESS!!" Sydney shouted in pain. "Thank you so much for your gift to this humble slave." She was having a very hard time remaining in position on her knees.

Kira glanced up at Nicole and smiled when she saw her mouth agape in wonder. "It's all quite a shock to you I bet. This is her reality now, and don't let her tears throw you, she loves all this. Do you like what you have seen? Because I could use some help from a woman like you to train her."

"A...a woman like me. What do you mean by that?"

"You are a lesbian, aren't you? If not then you might as well leave, but if you are, and you want to have a little fun with my slave here, then you should stay."

"But...I don't think I should...I mean I just don't know her well enough to... I," she was so flustered that she couldn't speak clearly.

"Look, it's real simple, you like her right?" Nicole nodded. "You are a lesbian right?" again a nod, this time almost imperceptible, but still noticeable. "And you want to fuck her right?" She waited for a nod, but none came. Instead, she lowered her eyes and furrowed her brow.

"Maybe it's hard for you to admit with her right here in front of you, but I assure you, she's perfectly harmless. You can be as frank or as explicit as you wish to be. Tell me what you want to do with her."

This was all so bizarre and so totally unbelievable that Nicole couldn't think straight. But one thing that she knew for sure, it sure was hot. At first, she had felt bad for Sydney, and she wanted to do something so Kira would stop. Then she wondered why Sydney would subject herself to all this if she didn't like it. Maybe, she reasoned, just maybe she was one of those people who got off on this sort of thing. Some people enjoyed it after all.

"Can I speak to Sydney alone?" she asked, wanting to get a straight answer from her.

Kira laughed at the pony tailed girl with glasses. She thought that if she let down her hair and took off her glasses, she would be quite pretty. The skin on her face was flawless, and she had high cheekbones, but Sydney was right, her hair was a mess of pigtails, and it was not flattering.

"You want to talk to her in private, huh? That's a great idea, why don't the two of you go out into the bedroom and close the door. I'll stay out here until you are done talking." She handed the leash to Nicole and said, "Just give it a tug and she will follow you on her hands and knees."

Taking the end of the leash, Nicole looked down at Sydney and hesitantly tugged on it. She gasped when the girl dropped to all fours and crawled behind her. Kira led the pair down the hallway to the bedroom, and once they were inside, she closed the door behind them. 

Not wanting to be disturbed while she talked, Nicole locked the door behind her, then dropped the leash. "Sydney, you can get up now, she's gone."

Sydney wanted to get up. She wanted to tell this girl everything, in fact, she had been dying to tell someone else after the whole mess with Kira, but she was all too aware of the cameras filming her every move. Instead, she stayed on all fours at the feet of this girl whom she didn't even know. "Mistress, slave must remain down, until she is ordered to get up."

Her answer took Nicole by surprise, and for several seconds, she just stared at her naked classmate. She noted the collar and the rings that hung from her pierced nipples and near her clit. Finally she said, "You may rise, slave."

Sydney got up into her kneeling position with her hands locked behind her head and her chest thrust out. She was certain that Master would be watching her every move. 

"Sydney, you can stand up. Please stand up, I want to talk to you eye to eye."

She felt safe standing up now, she had been told to. "Thank you, mistress." 

Nicole opened her mouth to tell her to call her by her name, instead of mistress, but something made her stop. She thought carefully about what she said next. "Sydney, are you doing this because you want to do it, or are you being forced to do it? Tell me the truth."

This was her chance, she could tell her the whole thing right now, beg her to protect her and be done with this mess. Of course, it wasn't that easy though. She still had so much to lose, and her parents would find out about what she had done. It took all of her strength to look Nicole straight in the eyes and say, "This is exactly what I want. I love being a slave to my Master and Mistress." She lowered eyes, afraid that her face would give away her deception.

"Master? Who is your master?"

"Slave only knows the man as Master. He has asked Mistress Kira to train slave while he is not around."

"So you like this, being a slave?"

Sydney had dreamed about being a slave for years, but the reality of being a slave while trying to maintain her normal life was very difficult. A part of her wished she could just let it all go and become a mindless slave to her master. To be able to lose all her inhibitions and let herself blindly follow all orders that she was given. But that was her pussy talking. There was too much still at stake for her to do that. Still, she had to answer the question, and she had to assume she was being watched.

"Slave can think of nothing better than pleasing her master and mistress."

Nicole didn't know if she should leave the house and never look back, or if she should take advantage of the situation. She had been frustrated for so long, never daring to let anyone know her true feelings because of fear that the ostracizing would begin anew. Now, she had a chance to explore feelings that she had been suppressing for so long. 

There was a tapping at the door and Kira's voice calling, "Are you two all done in there? Let's go, daylight is burning."

Nicole reached back to unlock and open the door. Once open, Kira looked at Sydney and snapped, "Get back on your knees slave!!" Then, while her roommate obeyed her command, she said to Nicole, "So...you got to talk to her in private, do you feel better now?"

Nodding her head Nicole said, "I never would have guessed she was like this in a million years, but she insists that she loves this. She said she only wants to please her master and mistress."

"Yes, she is quite the slut isn't she? So you see, I am good at dishing out her punishment and all, but I'm not a lesbian, so I thought you could come over to show her how to please a lady. Would you do that for me?"

"Well, I guess I could try." 

"Good, but before you do that, how about you let me help you fix your hair and makeup so you don't look so...plain."

Nicole raised her eyebrow in the direction of Kira and said "Plain? You think I look plain?"

"Honestly, I think you have a very pretty face, and if we let down your hair and put some makeup on your face, you can be stunning. But you have to trust me."

[hirarandi]

Trust was a hard one for Nicole, but Kira seemed so sincere and she really wanted to be like she used to be, so she said, "Okay, what the hell, let's do it."

"Great, you will love it. But first, we need to do something with this useless slave. Let's go." She grabbed the leash and tugged, leading her crawling roommate back into the kitchen like a dog.

Sydney thought Kira must have known that she wouldn't say anything negative to Nicole. After all, they both knew about the cameras. If they had gone onto the patio however, she could have begged the girl for help and told her the whole story. She could have given her a message to take to the security officer or something. Maybe they could have surprised him and shut it all down before he exposed her for the world to see.

When they arrived back in the kitchen, Kira pulled the stool with the dildo strapped to it out from behind the island and set it in the middle of the floor. She put the leash between Sydney's legs and tied the end to the door knob of the back door. Then, she set the stool in front of her and told her to suck the dildo. When Syd leaned down, she pulled the stool back so in order for her to suck on the cock, she had to lean forward, which put pressure on the leash between her legs.

To make things more difficult, she ordered the slave to clasp her hands behind her back, and tied her wrists together using the scarf Sydney had used the day before to hide her collar. Now, when Sydney leaned forward to suck the cock, the strap between her legs was squeezed between her pussy lips. The piercing, which was still tender, was now being squished and she was in pain.

"You keep sucking that cock while I fix your friend up," Kira commanded. "Don't stop until I tell you to stop."

She had Nicole sit in a chair a few feet in front of Sydney's face, then she started undoing the ponytails. She applied blush, lip gloss, and eyeliner and the more she did the more Nicole became a gorgeous woman. Kira wanted her to look sexy, and just a little bit slutty, and she was great with makeup. In a short time her face was done and she began brushing out her hair. All the while she explained to her why Sydney was trying to swallow the dildo.

During that time, Sydney was struggling to continue obeying the command she had been given. It was a terrible strain, bending over at the waist like she was with her arms behind her back. Her thigh and calf muscles were starting to tremble and would soon start cramping; her back was also getting stiff. All that was enough, but she also had the problem of the leash between the lips of her pussy and the throbbing pain from the piercing. 

She kept looking up every few seconds to see how the makeover was coming along. She wanted Kira to hurry, needed her to hurry, or else she was going to collapse. The dildo, the third largest, was softer and more pliable than the first two, enabling her to easily get the first seven inches down her throat. It was the last inch that was the killer.

She was starting to see something in Nicole that she hadn't seen before. She was actually very pretty. Kira had been right when she said that she could be pretty if she was fixed up.

Kira picked up her glasses when she was happy with the results and said "These glasses are awful, do you need them? You should get contacts."

"Yes, I need them, and I have thought about contacts, but I do have another pair in my purse that you may like better. These are older and not quite the right strength, so I keep them just in case." She opened her purse and pulled out a glasses case, then took out the pair that was inside. They were sleeker then the other ones and when she put them on, the look was complete. 

"Oh, fuck yeah, you are hot! Why aren't you like this all the time girl? You look amazing. Go check yourself out in the mirror in the bathroom." She waited while Nicole walked away, then looked back at her roommate. She was obviously struggling, but she still hadn't managed to swallow the last inch yet. "You can't get up until you get it all down. You might as well just do it."

Sydney was now at a point where she couldn't stand up even if she wanted to. At the same time, she couldn't lift her head up either. Her neck muscles were strained to the point where she was either going to go down or be lifted off, and it was obvious that Kira wasn't going to lift her off. She was desperate and afraid that she was going to choke, but she couldn't move.

Kira got right down close to Sydney's face and whispered, "Come on slave, you can do it. Just a little bit more and I'll let you up."

From the hallway came Nicole who was beaming with excitement from her new look. "I love it, Kira, thank you so much. I had forgotten how good I could look."

Kira turned to see the excited girl coming back in and when she did, Sydney's muscles finally gave out and she dropped down on the last inch, feeling it slide deep into her throat. For a moment, she panicked, as her airway was blocked, but a moment later she found that she could still breathe through her nose. In order to stop the gag reflex from taking over, she kept swallowing over and over. It took absolutely all of her concentration to keep from choking, but she managed.

It was Nicole who saw her with her lips pressed against the top of the stool. "Look!" she pointed, "she did it, she swallowed it all the way."

Kira looked back and saw that her slave had done it and was struggling badly, but still breathing. "Good job, slave," she praised, then she untied the scarf so Sydney had her arms free. "You may stand up now, slave," she said. 

It was difficult, but with her hands free she managed to lift herself off the strapped cock. If it weren't for the leash running through her legs, she would have collapsed on the floor. Instead, she backed up to the door knob and untied the leash. Once the pressure was released, she dropped to her knees from pure exhaustion.

"What do you want to do to her?" Kira asked Nicole. 

"I...I don't know."

"Why don't you make her eat you. That would be hot!"

Nicole was looking at the girl who she had fawned after for so long and was wondering if she could do that. If she had it in her to order someone to perform sex acts on her. What if Sydney didn't want to do it? Would she be able to force her? Would Kira force her? It was all kind of erotic and exciting. Besides, she thought, Sydney had said that she liked being a slave and she liked to please her mistress. Yes, she decided, she could do it, and why not; she had been depressed for such a long time, and this would be just what she needed.

Nicole looked at Kira one last time as if for confirmation. When she saw the girl smile, she started to strip.

Sydney heard the conversation between the two girls and couldn't believe that it was going to happen. She had never done that before. She had thought about it before, but never really thought she would do it. Now, it looked as if she wasn't going to have a choice. She glanced up in time to see Nicole's shorts hit the floor, and she shivered in anticipation. 

Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, Nicole stepped out of her shorts and undies and grabbed Sydney by the hair. Pulling her head up, she said "Slave, it's time you learn how to lick a pussy." She turned back towards Kira and said, "Let's make her fuck the dildo first."

Sydney was horrified. As far as she knew, her hymen was still intact. Even though in the past she had masturbated with various items, like a cucumber, she had never inserted anything deep inside herself and was not ready to now. Surely Kira would not allow this girl to break her hymen with a sex toy.

Simultaneously Kira was considering the request. What a perfect way to take Sydney's virginity, by being commanded by a lesbian to impale herself on a dildo. On the other hand, what about Master? Should he be the one to deflower his slave? But why should he be the one to decide? Wasn't she the Mistress? Once deflowered, so many more things could be done to her slave. But how would Master respond?

[hirarandi]

In the end it might have come down to simple mathematics. Two against one. Clearly, Nicole and Kira wanted to see their slave impaled on the dildo, her hymen torn by self-infliction. Undoubtedly, Master would not agree. Sydney's opinion, of course, did not matter.

But this was not a democracy and much to Sydney's relief, Kira halted the suddenly assertive Nicole. "The temptation is great, Mistress Nicole, but at this point her Master is still in control."

Nicole did not reply, merely gave a shrug. Still holding Sydney by her ponytail, and looking down into her pet's sad eyes said, "Come along, slave." She turned and pulled Sydney by her hair, leading her back to the bedroom. The leash trailed along between Sydney legs.

"Ouch," Sydney yelped. She was shocked by Nicole's sudden burst of dominance. Only a short time ago, she was a mousey, introverted lesbian and now, along with her improved physical appearance, she was suddenly acting like Kira. Sydney rebelled, twisting her head, sacrificing pain for resistance. "I'm not your pet, let me go! I didn't invite you over to ..." She never finished the sentence, as Kira touched her rectum with the wand on the same relatively low setting. Having twisted free of Nicole, Sydney now writhed on the floor, her hands reaching back to protect her backside, crying out in pain. Kira just looked at the wand and was amazed by its effect.

Nicole had released her hair, but now Kira picked up the trailing leash, jerking it tightly, causing Sydney to release her shocked anus and reach up to grab the taut leash. "Let go, slave!" Kira scolded. "I'm sorry, Mistress Nicole, she is not fully trained, yet. She has these moments of rebellion that need to be shocked into submission." She pulled the now docile Sydney into her bedroom. 

"Up, girl," Kira ordered, as though speaking to a dog. Sydney wanted to balk, wanted to scream, 'I am not a bitch!' But she knew that Kira held all the aces, so like a docile pet, climbed onto the bed. She was ordered to lie on her back. She clutched her arms over her breasts and whimpered, eyes closed, as Kira left the room to get the gym bag that Master had filled with useful items. 

Over the next few minutes, Nicole and Kira used the ropes from the bag to tie Sydney's wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed, leaving her completely opened and spreadeagled. She begged throughout, promising to be good, but offered little resistance. For the moment, she was broken.

"She's all yours, Mistress," Kira said to Nicole. 

"Right, let's see what we have to work with." In quick order, Nicole straddled the cowed slave. Sydney raised her head one last time, hoping for mercy. The last thing she saw before Nicole lowered herself onto Sydney's face was Kira scampering from the room, leaving Sydney alone with this lesbian. 

Kira had an idea and quickly ran to her room for her Tiger vibe and grabbed Sydney's phone on the way back. She had purchased this vibrator prior to the college year and loved its penis shape. It was water proof and she could even use it in the tub or shower.

It was already late afternoon, and the bedroom was in semi-darkness. No one had turned on the lights and the one window was shaded. And then it got darker, as Nicole lowered her pussy onto Sydney's face. In a crouch, she held it a few inches above Sydney, saying, "Enjoy, slave. I expect to feel your tongue deep within my love nest, and I mean deep," and then it might as well have been midnight.

Sydney had tasted Kira's cunt juice on the dildo, but had never been this close to another girl's pussy. Just before Nicole lowered herself completely onto her slave, Sydney sensed an intense aroma, briefly noticed that Nicole's pussy was at least partially shaved, and then her nose and mouth were enveloped. 

In the first moments, Sydney tried to arch her back, and used her tongue and chin in an attempt to give herself room to breathe. Spread as she was, she could barely move. Her nose was overwhelmed by Nicole's sweet aroma, but lack of oxygen made Sydney struggle. Nicole had locked her knees around Sydney's head, shutting off much of the sound. Nevertheless, Sydney could hear shouts of rapture, as Nicole experienced something as never before, as all her fantasies were coming true. "Deeper, fuckkkkkkkk, push your tongue deeper!" Nicole screamed. 

Sydney may have heard words, but they made no sense. She struggled for air, twisting and turning, thrusting her tongue, lapping at the wetness that smothered her. 

Several things happened at once. She felt first her left nipple, then her right pinched tightly, the pain intense. She heard Kira say, "Nicole, are you getting close?" She could not understand the moaned response, but Nicole was definitely humping Sydney's face. Kira wanted to time this just right and yelled, "Hold it! Don't cum, yet. I'll tell you when."

At that moment, Sydney felt something vibrating, teasing the edge of her pussy, enticing her clitty to action. She thrust her pussy to the heavens. Kira pushed the vibe more deeply and watched as her roomie began to undulate. Though tied by her wrists and ankles, Sydney was bouncing up and down, her body begging to cum at one end, and yet struggling for air at the other. She screamed in both pain and pleasure, her senses overwhelmed. With her mouth wide open in a silent scream, she thrust her tongue to its full extension, not to please, not to be an obedient pet, but to express her sexual wonder. She wanted to yell herself, knowing her own orgasm was near, at the doorstep, so near...

Kira screamed, "Now!" And then Nicole exploded, her love juices squirting from her pussy, drenching Sydney, who was trying desperately to both swallow and breathe at the same time. At the same moment, Sydney experienced the orgasm of her life. 

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Sydney had momentarily passed out, but the surge of oxygen made available when Nicole rolled to the side quickly revived her. "Whaaaa...," Sydney emoted, not sure of anything at the moment. Opening her eyes, blinking away the wetness, she saw only Kira at the end of the bed, smiling and expressing her delight. And she saw that Kira was holding her phone, apparently having recorded at least some of the event. She noted Nicole laying next to her, completely spent. 

She also felt her pierced nipples, a dull throb, and looking down saw some clamps attached, tightly compressing her engorged nubs. "Please," she said.

"Please, what?" Kira answered.

"Please. Let me up. Let me go."

"Oh, of course," and Kira began to release Sydney's ankles and then wrists from the rope ties. She tried to sit up and felt Nicole roll off the bed. Nicole now stood at the end of the bed next to Kira. 

She reached to the clamps on her nipples, but was scolded by Kira. "No, slave. Only your Master or Mistress may remove them. Now, thank Mistress Nicole for her lesson, her excellent lesson in teaching you how to pleasure a free woman."

Sydney was only partially understanding. Nicole was naked from the waist down, Kira was fully dressed, while she was keenly aware of her nakedness, collar, stickiness between her legs, hoop earrings brushing her cheeks, SLUT anklet, and now clamped nipples. The hood piercing still throbbed. "Huh?"

"Slave, unless you want to be punished, thank Mistress Nicole, now!"

Sydney was not fully grasping why she was thanking Nicole, but responded, "Thank you," like a child obeying her parent. 

Kira looked at Nicole and with a show of disappointment said, "I know, pitiful. At her age she still has not learned how to be appreciative." Nicole gave a half smile and they both looked back at Sydney, who still had a dazed look on her face. "Unless you wish to be punished, you will thank Mistress Nicole correctly and completely." The expression on Kira's face was clearly one of keen displeasure.

"Thank you, Mistress Nicole," Sydney said.

"What are you thanking me for?" Nicole asked, understanding where this was going.

"For letting me, um, taste you, to um, stick my tongue in your pussy."

"In time, she will improve, but what can you expect from a stupid slave," Kira said. "Nadu, slave!" and Sydney reacted slowly but appropriately, going to the floor, kneeling, knees wide, back straight, thrusting forward her breasts with the clamped nipples. She whimpered in humiliation. "See Mistress," Kira spoke to Nicole, "that is a foreign language which means something to this slave and she seems to react instantly. Notice how she reveals her assets for all to see."

Both Kira and Nicole walked around Sydney, admiring her submission. Kira pointed to Nicole's panties on the floor, and gestured for her to pick them up. "Open you mouth, slave." Sydney turned her head, not sure of anything, and immediately Kira shouted, "Nadu!" Sydney responded, looking straight ahead. "I told you to open your mouth," and when Sydney obeyed, Kira pointed at Nicole's panties and pantomimed putting them in Sydney's mouth. "Don't move, slave, just enjoy the moment." Nicole reached around and stuffed her panties into the open hole.

From the back, Kira reached around to open the clamps on Sydney's nipples. They had been tightly attached for nearly 30 minutes. She tried to compress each clamp and remove them simultaneously, but when Sydney felt the blood rush into her crushed left nub she jerked, and so Kira pulled off the right clamp without fully opening it. The clamp snagged on the nipple ring before being pulled free.

The pain Sydney experienced was intense, as she tried to curl into a fetal ball, screaming into the undies gag, certain that her right nipple had been pulled off. Even Kira was temporarily worried when Sydney reacted so violently. She looked at Nicole, whose eyes were wide with apprehension and wonderment. Kira realized she could not show undue concern, and certainly not compassion. 

Pointing at Nicole's shorts on the floor, Kira said, "Let's give her a few minutes to recover," and led Nicole from the bedroom. In her anguish, Sydney realized she was alone and slowly recouped her senses. She could hear them talking in the other room, but nothing made sense. She just wanted to lie there. 

***********

Every facial muscle movement, no matter how small, caused the dried cum and pussy ejac on Sydney's face to crackle.

Mistress Kira and Mistress Nicole sat next to each other, Sydney across the table. The Thai Patong restaurant was only two blocks from the apartment, a short and uneventful stroll under most circumstances, but not that evening.

Sydney was dressed in the same short skirt and wedge sandals she had worn to college earlier in the day. Kira had pulled a naughty and sexy t-shirt from her closet that she had been given but never worn. Actually more of a crop top than a t-shirt, emblazoned with: Good Girls are Bad Girls That Haven't Been Caught. No signs of her enslavement were hidden. The collar declared her slavery, the hoop earrings screamed slut. The anklet reinforced both. The tight shirt revealed her pierced nipples. Only one thing was missing, the leash.

When Kira removed the soggy panties from Sydney's mouth, and informed her that the three of them would be going out for dinner, Sydney asked for a few minutes in the bathroom to clean her face. Kira told her that Nicole's dried love nectar enhanced her appearance. Sydney mewed her pleas, to which Kira said, "Your choice, slave. You may remove the leash or your Mistress's cum, pick one. Sydney could not possibly walk the streets leashed like a bitch, so that meant the cum remained plastered on her face and crystallized in her hair. 

As they took their seats, Kira commanded Sydney to lift her short skirt and sit on the chair bare-ass. Nicole, sans panties, was on Cloud Nine, treated as an equal by Kira and as a superior by Sydney. Kira informed Sydney that she would be ordering for her slave and that she was to remain totally silent throughout the meal, even if addressed by the waitress. And she was to obey, without question, any command, and to obey instantly. 

The waitress was a beautiful college-age student, clearly Thai. Fortunately for Sydney, the waitress was not familiar to any of them. She heard Nicole order #7, not sure what that might mean, since Kira had taken away her menu. Kira ordered #11, shrimp, and then said, "Our slave will just have a side order of satay party sticks, hold the dipping sauce. Nicole, would you like a Thai iced tea, it is really good. Ok, then three Thai iced teas. And here, you may take her utensils, she is not allowed to use them."

With head bowed, Sydney cringed with embarrassment. She dared not look up to reveal the dry cum on her face and in her hair. The waitress just gave an "Ok, um" and left, taking the menus and Syd's utensils. When she sneaked a peek, Kira was smiling and Nicole was staring, mouth slightly open. 

Kira said, "So, Mistress Nicole, how would you rate her performance as a pussy licker?" Kira made no attempt to whisper, so Sydney could only hope no one else heard.

"Well, you know, I have not had much experience, so I would say she was pretty amazing once she got going. Maybe a little slow to start with, you know."

"Right, a slow learner. I have noticed the same, but the learning curve for a slave is quite steep and the expectations her Master and I have for her are quite high, so I think you can expect to see remarkable and quick improvement. Right, slave?"

There was only so much a person could take. "Fuck you." Spoken quietly, but with venom. Nicole looked immediately to Kira, wondering how she would respond. 

Kira reacted with a slight, but confident smile. She reached into her bag on the floor and pulled something out. Below the table level and out of Sydney's sight, she opened the phone and seconds later they could all hear the dial tone on speaker, "Sydney, what a nice surprise!" It was Sydney's mom.

"Hello Mrs. Liu, this is Kira." Sydney was trying to reach across the table, her mouth forming the word "NO!" but Kira had control. Sydney knew that once again her fate was in Kira's hands.

"Kira? Is something wrong with Sydney?"

Kira gazed straight at her slave, who was shaking her head left to right, silently pleading.

"Oh, no, she is still at college. You know how forgetful she can be. Just left her phone on the kitchen table and when I saw it, I thought we had not talked for some time so I thought I would give you a call." Sydney had never used the password feature, so her phone was always unlocked. "How are you and Mr. Liu doing?"

"Oh, we are both fine. We were just talking the other day about coming over to see Sydney and surprise her. These days go by so quickly and it's still another few weeks before the quarter ends, right?"

"Yes, that's right. It would be great to see you. Syd and I were making a video just a few days ago, maybe she can send it to you later, or wait, maybe I can find it if you give me a sec."

"No, Kira, please no, I'll do anything, don't send it, please, I beg you," Sydney whispered, her arms outstretched. Even Nicole was shocked, realizing how things could go downhill in a hurry if the video of her perched on Sydney's face was shown to her mom.

"That would be fun, if you can find out. What kind of video?"

"I'm looking," Kira responded, though that was not true. She was just nodding at Sydney to calm down. "Oh, we were out and about having an adventurous time in Hollywood, you know how crazy that place is on the weekend. Darn, she has so many files and places to look, I guess I will just tell her to send it when she gets back. So anyway, good to talk to you, I will tell Sydney to be a better daughter and connect with you more often. I know she is a busy sl... girl, but yeah."

"That would be great, thanks Kira, thanks for calling, don't study too hard!"

"Oh, never, Mrs. L, but between training and classes and keeping Sydney on track, you know. Anyways, talk to you later!" And she closed the connection. The threat of exposure had done its job.

Kira put the phone back in the bag and turned to Sydney. "Well?"

"Than...k you, Mistress, for not sending the video," Sydney stuttered, her heartbeat racing, the adrenalin rush subsiding. 

Turning to the side, Kira said, "So, Nicole, you will have to meet her mom one of these days. I am sure she would be delighted with your relationship." 

At that moment, Nicole realized this was no game and Kira was no friend. There was not one iota of consensuality taking place. Kira had shown a dark side that scared Nicole and she could hardly wait to get Sydney alone and help her out of this mess. "Right," she said, with a false smile.

The waitress arrived with their meals at almost the same time Nicole was responding. Sydney had not felt like eating much for several days. She could still feel the humiliation of eating breakfast like a bitch on the floor. Being half Thai, she loved that cuisine, and could only hope that Kira had had her fun and that no further indignities were planned. That was not to be. 

Lifting her class of tea, in an obvious toast, Kira indicted to Nicole and Sydney to follow her lead. Looking directly at Nicole she said, "Here's to our new friend, and Mistress. Cheers!" Nicole and Sydney joined in, though Sydney's enthusiasm was clearly subdued. "Slave, drink it all, you need the liquid." While Nicole and Kira took a few sips, Sydney was indeed thirsty and drank it all. 

"Those satay sticks look too dry, slave. I want you to dip them. You know where, right?" Sydney just stared at Kira, not understanding, her alertness stunted by all that had transpired in the past few hours. "I know how you like it hot, so before every bite, you will dip it in your hotbox." And then she added, a bit louder, "...in your pussy, slave."

Sydney looked from Kira to Nicole, who just stared back blankly, then back to Kira who was forming a frown. There was no choice. She slid the appetizer off the skewer and reaching below table level, touched it to her very damp pussy. Naturally, it grazed the clit piercing, which gave Sydney a start. 

She lifted it above the table, towards her mouth, when Kira intervened. "It still looks too dry. Deeper. Now." Sydney reinserted the fried chicken and twisted it around her wet cunt. The spices and oil caused her to flinch for a moment, and that gave Kira a chuckle. "Let's see. Ok, go for it. Do the same for each piece."

As Kira and Nicole enjoyed their full dinner, Sydney nibbled her satay treats at a much slower pace. She tasted herself in every bite, and compared her taste to Nicole's and Kira's. For just a moment, she imagined an erotic taste test, comparing the tastes of all three of them.

Nicole and Kira talked about college, totally ignoring Sydney, which was perfectly ok with her. Had there been a hole to crawl into, she would already be inside. Kira was very direct, asking intimate questions about Nicole and her sexual proclivities and fantasies. It was clearly not a comfortable conversation for Nicole, but at this point Sydney could care less. They were leaving her alone, and that was fine.

Several minutes later, the waitress returned. "Is everything ok?"

"Oh, yes," Kira enthused. "One more tea for her," indicating Sydney. Syd was thankful she was not called "slave" for a change. She really did not want another tea, but obedience was clearly her best option, at least here in public. And then she realized that obedience was also the best policy at home, where Master had his cameras. There was no safe haven for her.

When the new glass of tea arrived, Sydney was ordered to drink it all once again. The waitress heard every word and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is she really your slave?"

[hirarandi]

Yes, she really is," Kira answered. "Isn't that obvious? Look at her."

"But, I mean, this is just like a kinky relationship, right?"

"What is kinky to one, is natural to another, don't you think?"

"I guess."

"Look, before we go, I will put her mobile phone number on the check or the receipt, feel free to call and come over some time. We would love to entertain you. As Nicole will tell you, she has an amazing tongue."

They all looked at Nicole who gave a wry smile and nodded, almost as embarrassed as Sydney.

"Ok, I guess, yeah, sure, thanks," and she walked away.

The disgrace was so great that Sydney had buried her face in the new glass of tea, drinking slowly but surely. The previous glass plus the numerous skewers of dipped satay chicken had filled her completely. Nevertheless, she forced herself to drink the second glass. After just a couple of swallows, she was beginning to feel the need to pee and by the end of the glass she knew she could not walk home without a stop at the toilet. 

"Mistress?" she whispered when Nicole and Kira had paused in their discussion of lesbian versus bi relationships. 

"Did you hear something, Nicole?" Kira asked, clearly being sarcastic.

"Yes, I think Sydney needs something," Nicole tried to help.

"Really, and what might you need...slave?" she asked.

"Mistress, please, may your slave use the restroom."

"No wonder, the amount of tea you drank. Well, that is too bad, I think. No pets are allowed in here to begin with, and certainly not in the restroom."

Nicole looked at Sydney with compassion in her eyes. This was another example of Kira's meanness; there was no other way to look at it. Nicole wanted out of here as soon as possible, but thought she could help. "Kira, is it ok if I take her to the restroom? I actually need a little help, um, myself at this point."

Kira looked at Nicole and suddenly broke into a huge smile. "Oh my god, of course, yes, go for it. Take your time, but don't let her out of your sight. Remember, she is your slave, and will do anything you demand of her."

"Thank you." Nicole stood and told Sydney to "come along." The moment she slid off the chair, she knew there would be a large wet spot. She nonchalantly dropped her napkin on the stain, hoping to hide it from Kira and the waitress. She followed demurely.

Once inside the restroom, Nicole turned immediately and embraced Sydney. "I'm so sorry. I never realized how mean Kira could be. I just wanted to be your friend, not your Mistress!" 

Sydney was stunned by her admission and apparent regret to being part of the afternoon degradation. "I understand, I know. I didn't think she would go this far."

"What can I do to help?"

"Right now, I really have to pee, ok?"

"Sure, of course, but what did she mean about not letting you out of my sight? What if she comes in to check and ... "

"It's all part of her control, so come with me and then if she comes in, we are in the same stall and can fake it."

"Are you sure, I mean..."

"Yes, yes," Sydney was in a rush, took Nicole's hand and dragged her into the stall. Without panties, she just hoisted her skirt and sat down, letting out a stream. Sydney raised her eyes, expecting that Nicole would just be looking away, but instead she was looking right between Sydney's split legs. 

"How did you get in this mess?" Nicole asked.

"It's a long story, but it started when Master got control of my computer and all the files that I need for college. I can't lose them and I can't let my parents find out and I never thought Kira had this mean streak."

"How about if I talk to this guy, your Master, and threaten going to the security officer?"

"That's what Kira said and look what happened. No, he has too many compromising pictures and videos that I cannot let my parents see. I will just have to go along until they get tired of me. It is this damn collar that marks me and I have no way to get it off," as she reached up and tugged on the steel. "And Master has installed cameras throughout our apartment, so we have to be careful there, also."

By now she had finished peeing and was just killing time. She dreaded returning to the dining room. "I think the best thing is if you just pretend to go along, be my mistress, and maybe Kira will give you more control and leave us alone." Sydney was still not 100% sure Nicole was on her side. 

"Ok, but if you think of something else, just remember I am on your side."

"Thanks." 

Sydney was dabbing her slit, ready to get up, when Nicole spoke again. "But I am really bad at lying. I am afraid she will see right through me! I have an idea, so we don't blow our chance. Quick, give me a quick tongue so I can honestly make her believe I am part of your training."

"But..."

"No, really, quick, get on your knees, fast, so I don't have to lie!" Nicole dropped her shorts and parted her legs. Her panties were still back at the apartment. 

Sydney felt like she had seen this movie before. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. Kira had deceived her and now Nicole was doing the same? She felt a tug on her high pony tail and seconds later she was on her knees and extending her tongue for one long swipe along Nicole's slit. It was a tight squeeze in the stall, but the floor was reasonably clean.

After the tonguing, Sydney looked up at Nicole, whose eyes were closed. She expected a demand for a repeat performance, but a moment later, Nicole opened her eyes, looked down and said, "Thanks, now I don't have to lie. Let me help you up."

The two girls had adjusted their clothes and were about to leave the stall when the restroom door opened. "You two having fun in here? What am I missing out on?" Kira. Fuck.

"We are almost done. I wanted a little tongue before we leave, ok?" They both stepped out of the stall to confront the smiling Kira.

"Hehe, of course, take your time." 

"No, we're done, she has an amazing tongue. It's a little too cramped in here for me to get off on her, anyway, but she did her best. Maybe some day a tongue stud would really help."

Kira exclaimed what a great idea that was while Sydney was horrified, thinking 'Why would she say that? Why couldn't she just leave well enough alone."

"Ok, well, let's go back to the apartment and continue her training. She still has to perfect her cock sucking by Friday and there are several other items in the gym bag that you might enjoy."

"I really wish I could, but I never expected this much from today and I have a lot to do before classes tomorrow. Can I take a rain check?" Nicole asked.

Kira seemed slightly miffed, but agreed. Sydney washed her hands and was reminded by Kira not to wash her face, which now had a new, thin film of cum around her lips. When she looked in the mirror, she was horrified. A bedraggled slut stared back, the collar so evident, the hoop earrings so glaring. And the way her nipple rings showed through the t-shirt! She followed Nicole and Kira from the restroom and returned to the table.

Kira had left Sydney's credit card with the waitress. "Sign the receipt, slave, and put your phone number on it. And put something enticing, like an invite." The napkin still covered her leakage, and no one seemed any wiser. 

Sydney signed the receipt and below her phone added, "Would love to know you more." Ridiculous, but better to just obey. Kira nodded her approval and they left the restaurant. Nicole said her goodbyes, kissed Sydney on the lips in an obvious display of affection, and merrily skipped across the street and headed in the opposite direction.

"Quite an afternoon, eh slave? Let's get back and practice. Friday will be here before you know it."

[hirarandi]

Even in the best of times, Sydney hated to wake up early to an alarm. And these were the worst of times.

She had no memory of setting the alarm for 6:30 a.m., so it must have been Kira.

Groggy, she rolled to the side to hit the snooze button, but her legs would not move. 'What the...' she thought. Lifting her head and propping herself up with on her elbows, flipping the covers to the side, she could see that her ankles had been tied to the bed posts, as they had been yesterday when she serviced Nicole with her tongue. Was that only yesterday? Less than 24 hours? Like many half-asleep memories, it could have been hours ago, or days ago.

She managed to hit the snooze, giving herself an extra 9 minutes, and flopped back. It seemed she could have released her ankles since it was merely rope, but she had no energy to do so. And besides, having her legs spread wide felt good. She smiled at that thought, thinking 'what a slut.' She remembered Kira tying her ankles last night, to 'practice sleeping with your legs spread and pussy available to your Master or your Mistress.' Kira also gave her permission to release her ankles if she needed to pee or when she got up.

So good. She mindlessly twirled her nipple rings. Truth be told, she was pleased her HCH piercing was healing nicely, but it was not giving her the stimulation she hoped. Maybe Master only wished to decorate his slave, not turn her into a wanton slut. If she had not been so stressed by the entire affair, from her hijacked computer files to being a slut and a slave to Kira's whims, she would be cumming numerous times a day. She twisted her nipple rings and sighed, knowing her pussy was getting very wet. Every time Kira sprayed the solution on her piercings, Sydney had to quell her intensifying needs.

Yesterday slowly came into focus, when Nicole and she had cum at the same time in this very bed. The restaurant came to mind, and she shivered thinking of the image she projected, a collared, pierced, submissive slave to two Mistresses. She was still not sure if Nicole was actually on her side and willing to help, or not. What had the waitress thought when she saw the wet spot on her chair, the result of her pussy secreting throughout the meal and wearing no panties to absorb the juices? 'What a slut.'

When Kira and Sydney had returned to their apartment, Sydney was ordered to strip. That was not unexpected, but Kira did the same. Mistress and slave, both naked for the first time outside the shower. It seemed natural at this point. Kira told Sydney she was going to "work off all that greasy satay" she had eaten. In fact, it was only an appetizer, each skewer dipped in her pussy prior to eating it. She never wanted to see another glass of Thai iced tea again. The workout consisted of Sydney on all fours, anal hooked and leashed, being led around the apartment for numerous circuits, each time reprimanded by Kira if her posture was anything but perfect, and enticing. The wand was a constant reminder to concentrate. Kira had to admit that the way Sydney swayed her ass was...indeed, enticing.

Kira had not gagged her, which was a positive, but instead had ordered her to keep her mouth open and her tongue out, a panting bitch in heat. 

"Mistress, please, your slave has at least one hour of homework to prepare for tomorrow," Sydney begged, as the clock neared 9 pm and Kira was in the process of removing the anal hook. 

"Priorities, slave. Yes, Master expects you to keep up your studies, but he also expects you to be able to take the longest dildo by Friday evening. When you can take that, then you can get back to your homework."

There was no point in arguing. This Sydney had learned for certain. Placed in nadu, she waited for Kira to set up the four dildos around the apartment. The smallest, which was now quite easy for Sydney, was once again suctioned to the mirror on the floor, the 7-incher to the stool, the next largest to a different stool and for the first time, the 9-inch dildo appeared, this time suctioned to the refrigerator. 

Once they were all placed, Kira turned and said, "Ok, let's work our way up and see how it goes. Get started slave, on all fours, start with the one on the mirror. 

Sydney walked in bitch-mode to the mirror, slowly lowered her head, and with ease took the dildo into her throat, holding it for a solid 30 seconds. When she lifted herself off the phallus, she expected to move on to the next, but instead Kira was down on the floor and in her face. "What the fuck was that? Any fucktoy can open a hole and take a cock, but you know Master expects enthusiasm and enticement! Do it again!"

'Yes,' Sydney realized, she had just wanted to get it over with and had performed without emotion. The next time she showed the effort of a starving slut, her head bobbing and weaving, her tongue caressing, salivating, and inch by inch moaning in lust and need. Not just want, but need! This was not a rubber cock, it was her Master's and he deserved no less.

After performing for several minutes, she eventually found herself with the entire 6-inch buried in her mouth and throat and held it as long as possible. If she expected praise, that was not to be. "Ok, next, stand up, hands behind your back, same effort," Kira commanded.

Sydney moved to the 7-inch cock on the stool, remembering the first time she tried, with Kira's juices coating the dildo. And the second time when she was leashed to the door knob. Once again, she started slowly and lovingly, confident that she could handle this one almost as easily as the smaller one she had just conquered.

As she performed to the demanding expectations, she looked to the side using her peripheral vision. Kira was huffing and groaning, impaling herself on the 8-inch phallus! "Fuck, fuck," she panted, up and down until an orgasm cascaded. By then, Sydney had conquered the 7-incher. Kira lifted herself from the 8-inch cock, and simply pointed at it, unable to utter a command.

Sydney glided to the next stool and looked at the newly-coated dildo. She already knew how it would taste and actually looked forward to it. Kira's juices were truly nectars from the goddess. Kira stood to the side, in a half-daze. 

She had never conquered this cock, and yet she knew she must and that there was still one longer to go. She slurped Kira's juices, wanting every drop, inch by inch taking the dildo deeper. The gag reflex arrived far too soon and she had to fight the temptation to give up. 'No," she thought, 'I won't stop, I can do this.' It was not about avoiding punishment, but of pleasing Kira. She was no longer fighting against her enslavement, she was pushing herself to excel. This was the mentality of an Asian high-achiever, to never give up. 

Try as she might, she could not press her lips to the stool, she could not take the entire 8-inches. Up and down she went, bobbing and expectorating, slurping at her own saliva, Kira's juices long gone. She sensed movement, then felt Kira's hand gripping the back of her neck. 'Please,' she silently begged, 'don't push me down on this cock! I will choke!' 

Kira leaned over her slave, speaking words of encouragement. She slowly, very slowly pushed down on Sydney's head, then letting up when sounds of "gak, gak, gak," came too rapidly, like machine gun fire or popping corn. 

With patience and over many minutes, finally, success. When Sydney lifted her head, tears running down her cheeks, her smile of achievement was matched by Kira. They hugged each other, filled with joy. "I knew you could do it," Kira cooed. "We still have two days, let's try the last one, just to see how much you can take. I put this on the fridge, so when you are in bitch-mode it will be right at your mouth's level. It should just slide right down, ok?"

Sydney could only nod in agreement, her heart beating like a drum, her nostrils flaring. She went to all fours, crawling around the corner of the kitchen counter, headed for the fridge. She looked at the monster dildo straight ahead. "Can, can we wait just a minute?" she whispered. 

Truthfully, Kira knew she could not have taken the 8-incher and that Master was asking too much of an untrained slut, but she could not let Sydney know this. "Sure." The two naked girls sat down on the floor, next to each other, leaning against the counter wall. Moments later, Kira put her arm around Sydney and pulled her close. For a moment they were equals, drawn more closely together by this erotic journey. Of course, they were not equals, because only one of them was collared and had her nipples and clit hood pierced against her will. One had conservative pearl studs in her ears, the other fuck-me hoops. Both had smooth and sensual ankles, but only one had an anklet that screamed SLUT.

Their body heat was rising, 98.6 times two. Both were thinking the same thing at the same time and seconds later, they were locked in a loving embrace, their bodies one, their tongues testing and teasing and darting, teeth clicking, biting and releasing each other's lips. It was a first for both girls and it felt so right. "I think Nicole may have been right, slave. Your tongue needs a stud or ring," Kira managed to whisper between gasping for air. 

Eventually, the storm abated. "Maybe we can skip the largest dildo until tomorrow," Kira said, her voice husky, heavy and subdued. 

"Yes," was all Sydney could muster. But then several minutes later, still entwined, she quietly asked, "What about the cameras?"

"Oh, fuck." Sydney was still not sure they existed, so her question was as much a test as a reminder. Kira paused for a moment, looked Sydney in the eye and smiled, "I don't think he can see us here." Maybe it was true, maybe not, but it was not Syd's place to argue. "Let's pretend you were trying during this time, then call it a night so you can study, ok?"

"Of course, thank you, Mistress."

"Get up you worthless piece of slave meat!" Kira yelled. "I can't believe that's the best you can do! Get out of my sight, take a shower, you smell like a total slut." She gave Sydney a smile and a wink and got up, turning her back and walking away. Sydney assumed and hoped she was not being played for a fool again. She decided to remain on all fours and crawled to the bathroom and a much needed shower.

*****

"Hi," the voice startled Sydney for just a moment, then she recognized it and turned to see Nicole with a big smile on her face. The mousey coed looked totally different. There was a confident smile that she had not shown before, and her clothes had eye appeal.

"Hey," Sydney replied, not quite sure of their relationship, despite what had occurred in the restroom last evening. 

Nicole was wearing a pair of blue washed jeans, tears in just the right spots, and a white crop top that showed off her sexy belly. Sydney was also wearing jeans, but hers were shorts that were both tight and revealing. They rode as high on her ass cheeks as possible and there was nothing she could do to lower them. She wore a black bralette crop top that screamed sex. Kira had chosen the outfit, knowing that with the right inevitable stimulation, the crotch in the shorts would be a wet stain within minutes. The bralette actually belonged to Kira, who generally wore more revealing clothes than Sydney...at least that used to be the case. She wanted to wear her comfortable tennies, but Kira insisted on the nearly 4" suede lace-up heels with a single toe strap that wrapped and tied above the ankle. "You can't practice walking appropriately if all you wear are tennis shoes and flip-flops! And the anklet will still be visible."

While Sydney tried to study last night after the shower, and to prepare as much as possible for this Thursday morning class, she could hear Kira on the phone for an extended period of time. There was no doubt she was talking and perhaps planning with Master. 

Kira was impossible to read, at one moment the demanding mistress, the next allowing Sydney to wear the scarf around her neck and to turn the SLUT anklet inward. Sydney ate her breakfast on all fours, a bowl of soggy lukewarm coffee over pieces of toast, as Kira summarized the day. She worked in the name 'Master' several times, clearly implying this was his plan and that he was watching. With a wink and a brush kiss on the lips, Kira had sent Sydney on her way. 

Nicole reached out and curled her finger into the scarf around Sydney's neck, confirming the locked collar. It was an intimate act, but considering the day before, Syd did nothing to stop her and when Nicole's finger trailed along Sydney's top, brushing her left pierced nipple, she let out a silent gasp. "You look good enough to eat," Nicole said with a smile. Sydney didn't trust herself to speak, so just smiled in return. She was still not sure of Nicole. "In fact," Nicole said, checking her watch, "come with me, we have time! Just leave your stuff, we won't be long!"

Sydney had arrived early to try to focus on the class for which she was poorly prepared. "But I ..."

"Don't be silly, come on, it's just a lab exercise today," said Nicole, reaching out, taking Sydney's hand, and literally pulling her to her feet and out the door of the classroom. Down the hall they half skipped, hand in hand and into the restroom.

"Wait, what are you...what are we doing?" Sydney whispered as Nicole pulled her into one of the stalls, shutting the door. "I don't..." They were the only ones in the restroom.

"You silly girl, I have been going crazy all night waiting for this morning, waiting for you. My turn, or I mean your turn, you deserve it! Quick, drop your shorts!" There was no stopping Nicole, as she maneuvered Sydney to the side of the toilet and started to pull her shorts down. 

"Nicole, not here!"

"Yes, here, and it's Mistress Nicole, remember? I need to taste your little slave pussy!" Nicole was on her knees, grasping Sydney by her ass cheeks, and pulling her forward, as Nicole's tongue stretched to close the gap.

Things moved so quickly that before Sydney knew it, Nicole's tongue was buried in her pussy, lapping at her clit, twirling around the piercing. Sydney was in such pleasure and Nicole was so deeply engrossed, that when they heard, "Look up, girls!" both were stunned. Nicole turned her juice covered face, Sydney stared with a shocked look, as a phone was held over the top of the stall door! 

Sydney gasped, Nicole tried to scramble to her feet, as they heard running footsteps leaving the restroom. "I told you, let's see if we got anything useful!" and then quiet descended upon the restroom. 

"What have you done?" Sydney squealed, pulling up her shorts. 

"I didn't do anything! I would never to anything to hurt you, Sydney? I think I know that voice, though, I'm not sure. She or they must have seen us walk in, hand in hand. Do you know Cheryl, I don't know her last name, I never did anything to hurt her, but a couple of times I heard her say mean things, like 'lez' and 'dyke,' I mean, I never did anything to her. I'm so sorry, I just wanted to get your morning..."

"Nevermind, we have to get to class. I don't want to be late and draw any undue attention to us!"

They shared this lab class, but they were not part of the same team of four. 

Sydney got more than her share of stares and whispers as they walked in and the class eventually filled. Two of her partners were guys, the third a studious Asian girl. The guys were unable to focus throughout the discussion session, Suzanne carrying much of the load for the group. One look from Mark and she felt her pussy tingle, knowing the crotch stain was unavoidable. She tried to keep her eyes on Suzanne, hoping the A/C would ensure her pussy aroma was undetectable. She tried to contribute to the group and make a couple of suggestions, but they were completely ignored or rejected. She felt like a fool, a stupid slut, so when class ended she could hardly wait to leave. 

She looked around for Nicole, surprised to find both her and Kira outside the room. Kira made a point of looking at Sydney's crotch and smiling. No comment, but the smirk told it all. "I thought Nicole might like to join us at the mall."

"Is that ok, Sydney?" Nicole asked.

Sydney didn't know what to say or do, and as far as she knew, the photo or video of her and Nicole in the restroom was already being circulated around campus. "I guess," she mumbled, with no enthusiasm, but wondering why the mall.

"That's no way to address your Mistress, slave!" Kira hissed.

"Sorry, yes, please join us, Mistress Nicole. But I really do not have time to hang out at the mall, Mistress. I am falling further and further behind."

"Don't be silly, slave, there is always time." Sydney wondered if Nicole had already told Kira what happened before class. They decided to Uber to the mall, which was a relief to Sydney. She had worried they would have to stand body to body on a bus. 

While they waited for the car, Kira ordered Sydney to hand over the scarf and to turn the anklet so that SLUT was clearly visible on the outside of her ankle. Sydney balked, but a quick scolding by Kira ended the one-sided discussion. Kira handed Nicole both her phone and Sydney's, and they took several pictures together, like real girl buddies. Kira had to remind Syd to smile several times. Then Kira took pictures of Nicole and Sydney, several with suggestive poses of two girls hugging tight, with a dream-like look at the camera. The last photo was orchestrated by Nicole, with their lips puckered and only a millimeter apart. Sydney wanted to protest, but if Nicole, and possibly Kira were actually there to help her, she needed to keep them happy. 

Kira told Nicole to get in the front seat. They had barely started when Kira said, "Master came by this morning after you left." That got Sydney's attention. Handing her a flash drive, "He says he put back five more files." 

Sydney gratefully accepted the drive and said, "Can I please have my phone...Mistress?"

"Perhaps, soon. He also went over a few details about today, which is why we are going to the mall, and tomorrow, but that can wait." She paused, as though deciding what to say, looking out the window opposite Sydney. 

They had lunch at the food court. Sydney was happy she did not have to eat like a bitch without the use of her hands, and did not have to dip her food in her pussy. Except for the revealing way she was dressed, it was a normal lunch among friends. In the back of her mind, however, she knew she still had the 9-inch dildo to deep throat, as well as the looming return to Master tomorrow. She wondered why he came over after she left this morning.

Lost in her thoughts, she watched as Kira and Nicole shared the pictures they had taken and smiled, commenting on the best, deleting the many duplicates. Sydney continued to worry about the pictures from the restroom before class, wondering if Nicole orchestrated it or was an equally innocent victim. 

Then Kira took a small box from her bag and below the level of the table she opened it to show Nicole, who made an 0 with her lips in wonder. Of course, Sydney was curious, but 'curiosity is unbecoming a kajira' was a mantra she had read over and over again in all the Gorean books. Fuck that, she thought.

"What is it, Mistress?"

"It's a surprise from Master. You will find out in a few minutes. We better get going, time's a wasting. Master has given us two tasks to complete, actually," Kira stated as a matter of fact.

[hirarandi]

Mistress? Please..."

"What do you think, Mistress Nicole. Should we reveal the gift?"

"I guess, I mean it is from her Master."

Kira lifted the small box and tilted it so Sydney could see what it was. Clearly it was an earring of some sort and an unusual backing, but only one. From two or three links of a fine chain dangled a disc, a round silver circle circumscribed about a stylized S. The first thought Sydney had was that it would replace the piercing rod in her navel. She looked up at Kira for further information.

Kira was pinching the top of her left ear. "Right here, I think they call it a helix piercing."

"Oh no, no, no, no, this is the last straw. You have humiliated me for the last time," as she imagined an ear tag not unlike ones she had seen on animals at a petting zoo. "At this point I don't care what you do. He can keep my computer files, and you can fuck yourself." She pushed back the chair, prepared to leave. If Nicole was really her friend, she would come along. If not, who gave a fuck?

Kira had set the box with the ear tag on the table and was playing with something on her lap, basically ignoring the outburst. She held up Sydney's phone with the photo that showed their arms around each other, Sydney's slave collar, hoop earrings, and high ponytail completely obvious. The bralette revealed a high percent of her breasts and no doubt, if enlarged, would reveal her rock hard nipples and piercings. She tried to reach across the table to grab it, but it was too late. Kira had sent it to her mom. "What have you done?" she gasped.

"It really is quite simple, slave, you obey or you are punished. Shall I send the one of you two kissing?" 

"Come on, Kira, don't do that," Nicole chimed in. "If I had known you were going to weaponize the photos, I would not have joined in."

"Mistress Nicole," Kira spoke, as though she was a teacher trying to explain a concept to a slow student, "she knows that for every disobedience there is a consequence. She doesn't have to like it, she just has to do it, whatever her Master or you or I command. This is such a minor thing compared to the alternatives. You have no idea," turning to Sydney, "how much I had to beg, yes, beg your Master not to pierce your tongue and septum!"

Sydney sat back down, completely distraught, having no idea what her mom would think about her new look. "What will be will be, let's get going." 

*****

The mall was not very crowded on a Thursday afternoon. Kira led the way, finally stopping at a small display island, the Piercing Pagoda. "Have a seat, slave," Kira said, pointing at one of the stools surrounded by the glass cases. Sydney was in a daze, anticipating that at any moment her mom would be calling.

"Mistress, please..." Sydney whispered, suddenly her stomach doing flip flops. She looked at Nicole, who just shrugged.

"Hush, slave," Kira responded, then turned to the girl a few feet away, playing with her phone. "Excuse me, do you have time for a helix piercing?"

"Of course," the Asian girl hopped up and walked over. 

"Our friend, here, Sydney, wants a few piercings, actually," surprising both Nicole and Sydney that she did not say "slave," and by the word "few." 

Sydney's eyes were already tearing. 'Please, no,' she thought, 'not my tongue and septum!'

"First, on her right ear, she wants to add three additional hoops, working the way up her ear, each smaller than the one below."

"No problem," the piercer said. "Do you want me to leave room for more later on, or evenly space them now?" She looked at Sydney, who was just staring in another direction.

"Good question, what do you think, Mistress Nicole?"

Nicole had no idea how to respond. She tried to imagine herself in Sydney's situation. Kira was putting her on the spot. "I guess we cannot know her Master's future plans, so I guess leave room for more later." 

The piercer looked at Kira for confirmation, and was given a nod. Kira then handed her the small box, which she opened and held up two items to examine. "And this is the helix for the top of her left ear."

She turned to Sydney, whose eyes were wide with apprehension. "Hiya, my name is Kelli, hey, don't look so worried. This is easy. Love your hoops, by the way. You know this backing will make the earring permanent, right?"

"But what are..." Sydney was shushed by Kira standing directly in front of her holding Sydney's phone. 

"Your mom will love them," Kira said, the message clear. There would be no debate. "Yes, permanent."

The piercing girl took a cotton gauze, poured a bit of alcohol on it, and swirled it at the top of Sydney's left ear and then along the side of her right ear. "Let's do the helix first. So, you will feel a slight pain, just like when you got your lobes pierced, but this piercing gun works really well through the cartilage." At that point, Kelli put the end of the gun at the top of her ear, and said, "Ok, deep breath, count to three, one, two..." She never got to three and with a jolt the cartilage was pierced with a small silver grommet. Sydney quietly gasped, because it did hurt, and her eyes continued to tear in a quiet sob. 

"S for 'Sydney' I assume," Kelli was trying to make conversation to assuage Sydney's discomfort. 

"Yes," Kira chimed in, "as well as a couple other things," she chuckled. "So cute, don't you think Mistress Nicole?" That got Kelli's attention, wondering exactly the relationship of this group, but she had seen everything from multi-facial piercings on Goths to grandmothers trying to subtract a few years from their age with multiple studs in one or both ears. 

"It is!" replied Nicole with a nod.

Kelli continued, and with a click, it was done. "Nothing is really permanent, you know," speaking to Kira. "With the right tool anything can be removed, but not easily. Anyway, now for the right ear." Several minutes later, Sydney's right ear had been pierced and ringed three more times.

"Here is a little bag with an antiseptic spray and directions so it does not get infected. Enjoy." Kira told Sydney to pay the girl.

"But why?" Sydney sniffled, as they walked away.

"Because your Master demanded it be done today. He brought the helix ring over this morning."

Sydney looked sadly at Nicole, who said, "Hey, girl, it is cute, really. Sexy as all fuck. Want a kiss to make it better?"

"No, that's ok, thanks, I guess."

Kira was leading the way when suddenly Sydney's phone rang. She knew it was her mother. The phone was in Kira's bag. Sydney's mouth turned to cotton. She panicked, trying to think of any possible explanation. Kira handed her the phone after first accepting the call.

"Sydney?"

"Hi, Mom," she said with faked enthusiasm. Offense or defense? In a split second she decided, "How did you like the photo?"

"Sydney, what have you done to yourself? I knew Kira right away, but it took me a double take to recognize my own daughter! What have you done?"

They had stopped walking, and moved to the side of the walk area. Kira and Nicole were clearly wondering where this would go. "Oh, mom, you are so funny. It was just for a class project, you know, social bias and profiling. I thought you would think it was funny."

"Funny? I don't even know what you mean by those things. It looks like something solid around your neck and what about those awful hoops in your ears?"

"See, mom, that is exactly the point. People make judgments on such things, just like you. You're getting all worked up over nothing." She could see her mom was trying to initiate Face Time, but she could not let that happen. "Mom, we'll talk later, ok, just chill. Gotta go, in the middle of a study group." She hung up without waiting for a response. Maybe she escaped with limited damage, but now with the helix locked in her ear, there was even more to worry about.

Nicole was all smiles. "You really handled that great, Syd!"

Kira held out her hand for the phone. When Sydney hesitated, Kira snapped her fingers and Sydney relinquished the phone. In exchange, she handed Sydney a prepaid gift card. "Master will pay for our last stop; he already knows what you will be getting and the cost." Sydney hesitated, then took the card and read: Ellie's Fine Leather.

She knew of this shop and had walked by once or twice, but never walked in. They were silent, each deep in thought, as they sauntered along, Sydney doing her best not to stand out among the three of them. The items on the mannequins in the window oozed sexiness, and she immediately detected the aroma of leather that permeated the shop. For some reason this made Sydney conscious of her pierced nipples, which had been rock hard since they walked into the cool mall. 

Kira stopped at the display windows and seemed to stare a bit longer than usual at one mannequin in particular. The first thing Sydney thought about was her 'Halloween' outfit that Master insisted she wear the first time. 

A salesgirl appeared almost immediately. 'My god," Sydney thought, 'she must belong to the Kardashian family!' The black leather dress was like a second skin and the over-the-knee boots had at least 5-inch heels. 

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, please, are you Veronica?"

"Yes, do I know you?"

With a nod to Sydney, Kira answered, "No, but yesterday at this time, her Master talked with you ... "

"Oh, yes! He was very specific and got her a gift card, right?

"Give it to her, slave," Kira directed. Sydney wanted to crawl into a hole and die a quick death, rather than this slow agony. Suddenly she felt Nicole entwine her fingers with Sydney's in a show of support. Sydney appreciated the gesture, and turned to Nicole. Sydney blinked her eyes by way of thanks and did not withdraw her fingers. The embarrassment in the restroom just a short time ago was forgotten. Nicole was her ally, Sydney was sure. She handed Veronica the card.

"Did he tell you what he wanted you to get?"

"No, he didn't," Kira answered for all of them. 

"Ok, come over here, let's figure this all out. The harness is not difficult to fit, but the shoes need to be just right."

As she lead the way, Sydney thought of her experience at Master's house, when he instructed her how to walk enticingly. Yes, in comparison to this salesgirl, Sydney walked like a librarian. She promised herself to work on her gait, and immediately stood up straighter and glided along, one foot in front of the last, following Veronica's lead. 

Veronica checked Sydney's foot size, and was unable to keep her eyes from wandering to her stained crotch. "Fun times, eh?" she asked. Sydney just stared back in return. 

While she was collecting the items, Sydney's phone rang again. It was not her mom. Kira picked it up, looked at who was calling, saw only a number, no name, and answered. "Yes?"

"Hi, this is Hom, um, your waitress from last night."

"Oh, hi! Of course, our slave left you this number."

"Right, I was just wondering, you know, ... "

"Hey, this is perfect, Hom, are you at the restaurant?"

"Yes, actually, I had the breakfast and lunch shifts, so I will be free in about two hours, if that is ok."

"Absolutely!" She gave Hom the address, only a short walk from the restaurant on the same street. "We are actually at the mall at the moment, but we should be back in an hour or a little more. When we get back Sydney, that's our slave, has some practicing that you might enjoy. "

Sydney was doing her best to beg, to plead with Kira for mercy, but to no avail. With a sadistic smile, she closed the phone and put it back in her bag. "Things are working out great today!"

By then, Veronica had returned. "So this is the Open Breast Leather Body Harness with Cuffs. You can see the picture on the front and I am sure this will fit perfectly." 

'Oh my god," thought Sydney, but Kira and Nicole were all smiles. 

"Now these ballet bondage boots with a 7-inch heel are another matter. These are a half-size bigger than your normal shoes, so let's try them on," and she handed Sydney little nylon stockings."

"She is not allowed to remove the anklet," Kira said.

"Oh, no problem, that is the least of her worries."

Sydney was speechless. How could she possibly wear such things for any length of time? True, she had taken some ballet and dance classes when she was younger, but en pointe was never her forte. 

Veronica helped her lace the boots up as tight as possible. She also suggested she get some lamb's wool for the tip of the toe. "Your toenails have to be cut very short and remember, the boots need to fit like a glove." 

Sydney could walk in 5-inch heels without much difficulty, but the moment she stood up, she knew this was going to be impossible. "Um," looking at Kira, "there is no way I can walk in these." In all honesty, Kira was equally stunned by the height of the heels and the way Sydney had to hunch to remain standing. Nicole gulped. 

"This will take time. I explained that to your, uh, Master, and he understands. If you overdo, the strain on your arches and ankles will make normal walking impossible. Actually, I suggest you never wear less than 4" or 5" heels at all times, because going back and forth between flip-flops or low-heel sandals and these boots will just make it that much harder to adapt. Besides, the more you wear these, your Achilles actually shortens and shrinks and you will find flip-flops or slippers uncomfortable." Just hearing these suggestions made Sydney's eyes tear-up. "Hey, don't worry, given time, you will be great. Here, let's see how it goes."

With Veronica's help, Sydney took a tentative step, then another. Her ballet training came back and she tried to stand straight. For 10 minutes they walked around the shop, Veronica never letting go of Sydney's elbow. Nicole and Kira trailed like an entourage around and around.

Finally Veronica called a halt, saying that was enough for the first time. She showed Kira the locks and how to lock the shoes onto Sydney's feet. "But please don't do this until she can handle it." And then she winked, "Or you are punishing her." Kira gave an enthusiastic laugh, Nicole just gulped, again. 

More than an hour after they arrived at Ellie's, it was time to leave. Sydney was so happy for her open-toe sandals. The big toes on both feet ached. 

Kira thanked Veronica and they left the shop. The gift card covered the items exactly. Nicole offered to carry the bags, but Kira insisted that Sydney tote the load.

It was quiet in the car as they traveled back to their apartment. Kira replanned the evening, now that Hom was going to be there. Nicole was still thinking of Sydney in the leather harness outfit and ballet boots. And Sydney's mind was a blur, one moment thinking about her mom, the next about her piercings, the next about what happened in the restroom, and all the while her toes throbbed, far more than any of her piercings. Like a flip-book of random images, one as humiliating as the next. She absently reached up to tug on her ear tag.

When they got back to the apartment, Nicole said, "I would like to stay a while, if that is ok? Maybe I can help in some way."

"Of course," replied Kira. "I think sluts probably perform best with a crowd."

No sooner had they entered the apartment, then Sydney obeyed the order to strip. There was no point in arguing when Kira held four aces. She took off her bralette, shorts, and kicked her shoes to the side. As she did so, she noticed a second gym bag next to the one Master had given to Kira.

"Mistress, may your slave go to the bathroom, please?" After the humiliating trip to the mall, Sydney was feeling very sub.

"Why does our pet need to go to the bathroom?" Kira asked, as though speaking to a child, or an animal.

"I, I mean your slave needs to pee."

"I see, in a few minutes you can go, just hold it for now and get on all fours." Kira clipped a leash to her collar and set the leash on the floor.

"So, Mistress Nicole, while I prepare some snacks and things for this evening, I want you to take our slave through her bitch-mode exercises."

"I'm not sure what that means," Nicole said.

"Right, you have not seen her in full mode, and Master brought some additional items earlier this morning. I will show you this time."

First Sydney was fitted with the harness ring gag. Next, Kira brought some solid steel cuffs from the new gym bag, separated by 18 inches of chain, and locked them on Sydney's wrists. She tossed a similar pair to the side. Sydney made several attempts of garbled protests, until finally she just gave up. "Ok, she asked to pee, so we need to get that out of the way," as Kira walked to the kitchen, returning with a flower vase and an old magazine.

"Master wants her to fully understand the depth of bitch-mode, so like any female dog, when she is in this mode she cannot use the human toilet." Sydney looked over her shoulder as Kira opened the magazine and set the vase under Sydney. "Ngooo, ngggooo," she cried into the gag. 

"Yes, yes," Kira echoed. "You said you need to pee, and this is how you will do it. The longer it takes, the more likely Hom, the waitress, will arrive. Just do it!" 

Nicole calmly said, "Go ahead, Sydney, I will make sure nothing spills out. You know you have to do this, so let's just get it done."

A new level of humiliation descended on Sydney. With her head bowed, she had to obey, knowing there really was no other option. She spread her legs as wide as possible and arched her back. It started as a dribble, but within a few seconds the piss streamed into the vase. "Good girl," Nicole cooed. 

When the stream stopped, Kira pulled away the vase and magazine and walked them into the bathroom. The moment she was out of sight, Sydney yelped, as Nicole's cold tongue swished along her pussy, cleaning away the last drops of piss. 

Kira got in on the yelp, Sydney twisting in surprise, and the look of satisfaction on Nicole's face, as she licked her tongue around her lips. "I always wanted to do that," Nicole giggled.

"Oh my fuck, that was priceless," said Kira, who then proceeded to cuff and chain Sydney's ankles. Kira showed Nicole the anal hook and lube, guiding her until it was properly seated in Sydney's rectum. Even though Sydney had experienced this several times before, she grunted and moaned throughout, as Kira continued to say, "Relax your muscles, don't fight it." Nicole was sweating with nerves by the time the hook was embedded.

With Kira continuing to assist, the rope was tied from Sydney's ponytail to the eye of the hook, forcing Sydney to look straight ahead. "This will help with her tendency to slouch. Oh, I forgot something," as Kira went to the new gym bag. She returned with two bells, which she clamped to Sydney's ringed nipples. It was clear from the sounds coming from her mouth that Sydney hated the clamps.

"You will stay on all fours, pet, unless otherwise told," said Kira as she hooked the leash to Sydney's collar. "Mistress Nicole, while I do a few things, take her for a walk around the place, several circuits, focusing on posture and enticement. Her back is to be arched and her ass is to entice any two or four-legged stud that might be watching. And make sure the bells ring."

"Yes, ok, come along Syd...pet," and with a light tug on the leash, they began.