My Very Own

Chapter 8. Kitty Overcome

"That's my girl."

Katie squirmed as she felt her heart race at the praise. Lauren was stretched out comfortably across her bed, reading her new book. Her feet hung off the edge of the bed, dangling in space, providing the young girl with the access she needed.

Katie put her lips back against the soft flesh of Lauren's feet, covering them with kisses. She had been attending her owner for more than half an hour, kneeling on the floor of her room. The moment the door had closed, Lauren had ordered her to remove her dress and shoes, she had lain on the bed, piling up the pillows and getting comfortable before ordering Katie to remove her shoes.

It had felt strange to undress another person: to adopt a position of such submission, untie and remove the shoes with such care. The first touch of her lips had been tentative, unsure. Lauren's command had been simple: "kiss my feet". Katie had complied, eager to wash away the bad feelings her earlier failure at the mall had caused. The shadow of Lauren's disappointment had cast a pall over her the entire ride home. She had done her best to answer her father's questions and seem her usual perky self but her thoughts were dominated by Lauren.

She shifted her focus to Lauren's other foot, placing a series of gentle kisses from her toes to her ankle. She moved back down, kissed the tip of each toe. When Lauren's foot twitched, her toes pulling back towards her body, Katie knew instinctively what was required. She hunched her body lower, to reach under the hanging foot. She rested her shoulder on the floor and twisted her face to one side. It would be so much easier if she could use her hands but they had been tied behind her, the soft black ropes covering her wrists.

Lauren giggled when the teenager's soft lips made contact with the underside of her foot. Her feet were only a little ticklish and Katie's mouth felt so delicious she was determined to keep her foot still. She had read the first page of the book at least three times before she had settled down enough to focus. Having a cute young girl service her so attentively, kiss her feet with such tenderness, had been overwhelming at first.

Katie's enthusiasm had flagged once or twice but it had only taken a word to refresh her fervour. Lauren was impressed with her slave, the brief words of approval well deserved. She relaxed back into the pillows and continued to read. She could do this for hours, and she knew Katie could too. Of course what her property could and couldn't do was now safely within her domain.

Katie tasted the sweat on Lauren's feet as she continued to cover the arch with kisses. Without being told, simply feeling it was right, she switched to Lauren's other foot and continued her service. She knew what she was being forced to do was demeaning, she had fought with it for the first ten minutes, despising her own weakness. She had been allowed to keep her underwear on and for that she was grateful, though she knew it had nothing to do with her. If Lauren wanted her nude then she would be nude.

As time passed and she bathed her owner's feet in kisses, the degradation hadn't lessened exactly, it had just... She didn't really know what. It had changed. She still felt terrible but she.. She didn't want to admit it, but she seemed to have as little control over her thoughts as she did of her body. She felt small and unimportant still, but now it felt like it was where she belonged. She knew it was stupid and wrong and she knew with just a little time to herself she could get her head right. All that didn't change the fact of how she felt, right here, right now. She knew that if she had a choice she would not be here doing this and that realisation only made it worse, reinforcing that this was not of her choosing, that she was a possession.

Lauren had promised herself that she would only read the first chapter but she felt so content and satisfied that she continued reading for two more. When she had read her fill, she put the book down, closed her eyes and lay back to enjoy Katie's soft, attentive mouth. The little slut had grown bold, her tongue sneaking between her parted lips to caress Lauren's foot every now and then. She had definitely lost her initial misgivings, showing a spirit that Lauren had known was there. 

"Katie honey." Katie froze for the briefest of moments but then pressed her lips once again to Lauren's flesh.

"Answer Kitty," Lauren whispered.

"Yeah Dad?" Katie said loudly, kissing the side of Lauren's left foot.

"Don't forget you need to walk Max, it's getting late."

"Ok Dad."

Katie's voice trembled. She had totally forgotten the dog was her responsibility on the weekend. She had tried her hardest to block him out entirely. She didn't hold any ill will for him, it was just... No it wasn't just anything. It is your fault, no one else’s, Katie scolded as she switched feet again.

"Kitty, it seems you have chores. Do you only walk Max once a week?"

"Yes Miss."

"Well Kitty from now on, you will walk him every single day, unless I provide you with other duties. Put on that cute little exercise outfit and your sneakers."

Katie did as she was told, noting the stain her discharge had left on the crotch of her panties as she removed them. She folded them neatly, glad that Lauren had not seen them and told her to clean the mess she had made. She was still frustrated and she still needed to pee, badly. It had subsided for a while but kneeling on her floor for so long had brought the sensation back with a vengeance.

While she had been busy with her own outfit, Lauren had also dressed. She was coming with her. She didn't know quite how to feel about that. This would not be an ordinary walk. She had to do something about her painful bladder before they left. She couldn't stand it any longer. The danger of peeing her pants had become very real for the young girl.

"May I pee please Miss," Katie ventured meekly once she had resumed the attention position in the centre of her bedroom.

"Yes Kitty you may. You have been a good girl since we got home. If only you were this well behaved all the time."

Katie thanked her owner and hurried into the bathroom. Was her being allowed to pee now dependent on her behaviour? Was asking to go not enough? Was needing to go not enough? The yellow flow burst from her in a torrent, the sense of relief it brought a form of pleasure in itself. She watched through her widely spread legs as her bladder emptied. She hadn't even thought about opening her legs and putting her hands behind her back once she was seated. Had she really gone that far down the path? And what exactly did it mean if she had?

The confused teen stared at her collar as she washed her hands, wondering if she would ever again see her neck without the shiny metal band. Lauren was waiting for her downstairs, Max's lead in her hands. Katie looked at the long length of tightly-woven, brightly-coloured rope and could not help but imagine it attached to her own collar, Lauren walking her through the streets.

"Come on Kitty, we are going to have to move it if we're going to walk the six block circuit before it gets too dark," Lauren said handing her the leash.

Six blocks! It had been a long day and this walk was not going to be a leisurely stroll. She would have to be walking fast to get back in time. She only ever took Max two blocks and then came back, then again she was lazy. Max always wanted more. For once Katie took the lead, stepping out into the backyard. She didn't need to call Max, the dog came bounding over at the sound of the opening door.

Katie had strictly avoided the family pet all week. Ever since the first text Lauren had sent her she had been unable to face him. She knew it wasn't his fault, she knew her treatment wasn't fair but life wasn't fair. Look at her own life, fair was not a word that applied to her anymore. Max's tail wagged furiously as he danced around the two teenage girls.

"Hey Maxxy," Lauren said, squatting down and ruffling the neck of the excited dog. "Aren't you going to introduce us Kitty?"

"Miss this is Max, Max this is... my owner," Katie said, looking down at her shuffling feet.

"Nice to meet you Max," Lauren said. "We have a lot in common Max, we're both interested this pussy for a start," Lauren said smirking. 

Katie almost died. She spun around, nervously checking to see if anyone else could have heard. This was exactly what she had feared. She had hoped Lauren’s visit would pass without her ever seeing the dog, knowing as she did so that her hope was futile.

“What kind of dog is he Kitty?”

“A Rhodesian Ridgeback Miss.”

“Cool, I have never heard of them before. Aren’t you a handsome one though Maxxy. No wonder this little slut couldn’t resist you.”

Katie shuffled her feet impatiently, eager to be away from the house. She had shut the door behind her but there was no telling who was around. Lauren seemed not to care what she said or who heard, talking about her and Max as if it wasn’t a big deal. Her humiliation warred only with the mind-numbing fear that blanketed the poor teen for complete supremacy of her mind. Why was Lauren being like this? She had been a good girl hadn’t she? She had kissed her owner’s feet lovingly, covering every inch of tender flesh.

"Let's go Kitty, we can get a little more acquainted as we walk."

"Come Max," Katie said, attaching the leash and pulling the dog toward the gate.

"Kitty, you do not tell anyone what to do. You are owned by me, Kitty. That means that everyone is your superior unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss."

"Well Kitty that means that you ask Max, not tell him."

"Yes Miss. Let's go for a walk please Max," Katie tried again, tiny tears welling in her pretty green eyes. So now she was lower than a dog? How was that supposed to work? What was next asking squirrel's for permission to sit under a tree?

Max was a pet. How could she ask an animal to do things? Well wasn't she a pet too? Lauren treated her like one and she wore a collar.

Max ran along beside her until they reached the gate, eager for the exercise and excited not only by a new person but just to see Katie again after so long. When they stopped at the gate he edged forward and nuzzled the young girl's crotch, homing in on the strong musk that emanated from her moist sex. Mortified, Katie pushed his muzzle away, desperate to hide the act from Lauren.

"Kitty, did I just see what I thought I saw! After I had just explained your place. You said you understood Kitty, I see that was a lie."

Katie stood frozen, one hand on the gate latch, the other holding Max's leash. Surely Lauren couldn't be serious. It was one thing treating an animal like a person and asking instead of telling, but allowing it to... Yes she had started it all, but that wasn't the point. She couldn't just let the dog do what it wanted to her... to her sex.

As Lauren chastised her, Max zoned in on her pussy once again, unable to resist the lure of the scent of the young girl's arousal. He didn't know any better, he just knew it was an intriguing smell, one that he wanted more of. Katie's eyes darted manically around the backyard, the thought of someone seeing her allow a dog to sniff at her crotch, making her frantic. Every fibre of her being screamed at her to push the snuffling snout away. There was only one thin layer of material between her and Max's questing muzzle.

"Kitty, you will be punished later for your lies. If you don't understand something, that's ok. You can be a really dumb bitch sometimes Kitty. Max doesn't know any better, he only wants another taste of your goods. It's only natural. He cannot have it of course, not unless I give my permission. I own you now and your cunt is not something you can grant anyone access to. You understand that at least don't you Kitty?"

"Yes Miss," Katie spat, almost completely preoccupied by the insistent pushing of the wet dog nose into her crotch.

"You do not have access to that cunt unless I allow it. Forget that Kitty and you will make me unhappy. You don't want to do that now do you?"

"No Miss," Katie replied sincerely as the tears rolled down her face. Thankfully Max had finally lost interest in her pussy and was now pushing at the gate, eager to get out.

"You just think about what you are Kitty. Your behaviour has been all over the place lately. You need a few lessons in humility I think. Do you know what that word means Kitty?"

"No Miss."

"Well that can be something for you to research. A slave always seeks to improve herself so she can better serve her owner. That's what you should be thinking about, always. Walk."

They were out the gate and down the block before Katie snapped back to reality. Lauren's admonishment had left her in a daze. She was still having a hard time accepting her fate. It had been easier when it was just her and Lauren, serving another girl was hard, but she had been adjusting, doing her best to accommodate Lauren's moods and needs. But knowing that Lauren had decided she was lower than a dog was just not something she was able to assimilate.

Lauren set a cracking pace, one which Max had no trouble matching, but which left Katie lagging behind, her breathing already ragged. She was half walking, half jogging as she tried to keep up. Max was pulling at the leash, eager to keep up with Lauren and exert his dominance of this small pack. Lauren talked as she walked: of movies, books, school, her classmates, college. Katie was struggling even to breathe. All she could do was moan a non-committal response whenever she thought it was warranted. She could not banish the thoughts of serving a dog, allowing Max access to her pussy.

She knew it was not her choice but if Lauren wanted it, wanted to see in the flesh what she had seen online then she would be forced to comply. She was being hypocritical to think it was wrong, it was too late for that. But she had vowed that it would never happen again, it was wrong. In fact it was illegal, she was sure. That had been the attraction, the wickedness of the whole thing. Having it forced upon her now that she was the property of another girl seemed like the ultimate degradation. Despite the way she felt, she could never truly banish the memory of Max’s tongue - that long malleable tongue.

Katie kept her eyes focused on Lauren, her slim legs moving with such grace, her tight ass bouncing so enticingly beneath the skin-tight exercise shorts. She noticed that her nipples were hard and wondered just when exactly she had lost almost total control of her own body. It was from the exertion she was sure, not any of the thoughts that had preoccupied her as she jogged behind her owner.

Her breasts swayed and bounced with each step, the tight halter top providing excellent support, as it was designed to do, but her soft teenage breasts were irrepressible, providing anyone who looked a delicious, hypnotic visual feast. Her sigh of relief at seeing her house in the distance was replaced with a gasp of despair as she noticed John, her next door neighbour, was in his driveway working on his bike. John was 26 and handsome in a bad-boy kind of way. Katie had watched him, even incorporated him into a fantasy or two but had never really had the courage to talk to him. Saying hello was the extent of her contact.

"Hey Katie," he called as he noticed the two sweaty teens reach his house. He had seen them leave and had purposefully moved his bike out, waiting for them to return. He had noticed Katie, how could he not, but he had never seen her like this. He would never act on any of the thoughts he had, but who could pass up this opportunity.

"Hi... John," Katie gasped.

"Cool bike," Lauren said, stopping to admire the bike and its owner.

"Thanks, I'm John."

"Lauren. Kitty you'd better get Max a drink before he decides to find his own source of moisture."

Katie ran back to the house, knowing the exact smile that would be lighting up Lauren's face. She enjoyed teasing her and, Katie suspected, her enjoyment increased the more upset she knew Katie would be. She didn't know how to deal with that, not able to reconcile Lauren's moods. Would she ever be able to understand?

Once she had set out a bowl of water for Max, she didn't know what she should do. Lauren had not given her any orders. Should she go back and rejoin her owner? Should she head to her room and wait? Lauren might think she was intruding if she went back out the front so she decided to head for her room and await her there.

It was the safest course, and at least then she would be away from prying eyes. She had felt John's eyes upon her body, devouring her near naked form, noticing the stiff nipples creating tiny points on her chest. She was sure she could see the curtains twitch at every window, the whole neighbourhood witnessing her sluttishness.

Her mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner when she entered. She turned and looked at her young daughter, her eyebrows raising quizzically when she noticed the hardened nubs tipping each pert young breast. She quickly looked away, not wanting to embarrass her daughter, but Katie had seen the look. She ran up the stairs to her room, her chest feeling as if it was caught in a vice.

Katie leaned against the closed door, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the pulsing rush of the blood through her veins, the fiery red liquid felt like it was burning her from within. Her own mother now thought she was a slut. The tears that had threatened since leaving the house, spurred by her frustration to keep up to Lauren coupled with the revelation of her true status, now fell down her cheeks, each one accompanied by a body-wracking sob as the exhausted teen finally succumbed to the maelstrom of emotion that roiled inside her.

She didn't know how long she stood against the door, weeping inconsolably. She sprang into action when she heard footsteps on the stairs. She was in the middle of the room, standing at attention in two seconds. She wiped her eyes before snapping her hands behind her back just as the door opened. Maybe she should have been in position long ago, but Lauren would never know.

*******

“What’s all this about Kitty?” Lauren said with genuine concern.

“I… sorry Miss, I. It’s just, I don’t know. I just feel…”

“Come here Kitty, silly girl,” Lauren urged, opening her arms and enfolding the weeping teen within her warm embrace.

Katie leaned into her owner, resting her face on her shoulder, crying uncontrollably, the burst dam of her emotions unable to be held back any longer. She squeezed Lauren tightly, melting into her warm body, feeling the slick sheen of sweat mingling with her own but not caring, desperate for the comforting touch. Lauren stroked her hair tenderly, cooing softly to her, calming the young girl. It took a while for Katie to quiet. Her tears stopped and she sniffled back the mucus running out of her nose, but even then her shoulders tensed occasionally as a small sob rushed to the surface. Lauren took Katie’s face in her hands and leaned her head back, staring deeply into the young girl’s puffy red eyes.

“Now Kitty, no more babbling. What was that all about?”

“Miss I… I’m sorry Miss, it was just everything,” Katie said feebly.

“Everything hey. Well at least it wasn’t something small,” Lauren smiled.

Katie smiled back, then laughed through her sniffles. She felt so stupid, breaking down like that, seeking solace in the very arms of her tormentor. Lauren had such power over her and she didn't even understand a tenth of what was happening. The thought almost made her break down again. Lauren had the ability to hurt and frustrate her, humiliate and degrade her, make her feel like nothing, but she also made her feel so very special, she felt safe in her arms and she could even make her laugh. Katie was so confused that it was hurting her brain.

“Kitty focus now. Tell me why you were so upset. Try, at least try, to be a little coherent.”

“Miss, I just felt like it was all too much. I mean you own me now and I… I don’t really know what to do about that, I-“

“Kitty there is nothing for you to do. I own you and that is that. The only thing you need to worry about now is pleasing me. The only thing you need to do about your slavery is to make sure you are the best slave you can be.”

Katie hadn’t finished and it wasn’t what she meant, but she couldn’t blame Lauren, she wasn’t really making much sense. She had to try again.

“Thank you Miss, it’s not that though. It’s just that… I’m sorry Miss, I know I am not making a lot of sense but it’s just that I am really confused and it all just got too much. I am really frustrated and my pussy is wet all the time and my nipples are hard and I don’t even notice and sometimes I think that you really like me and sometimes I feel like that you don’t like me at all, even just a little bit and sometimes I like, feel like that you don’t even know I’m there and but sometimes I just want to be away by myself and sometimes I just want to be with… you. Miss.”

Lauren’s hands slid down to Katie’s neck as she spoke, the thoughts rushing out of the young girl without a break. She wrapped her fingers around Katie’s neck, her thumbs gently stroking the jawline of the pretty teen as she poured out her heart. It was a mess, Lauren thought, but there was great insight there. She didn’t think Katie even knew what she was saying, not until the very end when she hesitated. The confusion and frustration she knew, it had been so very clear. Katie was not particularly good at hiding her emotions, she would have no chance in a game of poker. It was the rest of the heartfelt confession that surprised her. Was Katie developing real feelings for her? She was fighting it, that was evident. She was fighting all of it, still not willing to just accept that this was her life now. Lauren simply needed to give the young girl a little push, guide her in the right direction.

“Kitty you are so adorable. I want you always to tell me the truth. Honesty and trust are very important for a slave. You find it a little hard to express yourself though don’t you?”

“Yes Miss,” Katie replied timidly. That was it exactly. She didn’t really know what to say. Whenever she tried it just all came out as mindless gobbledegook.

“Well Kitty, I will set up a blog for you. You can write in it each and every night, putting down your feelings or what you did that day or anything you want to get off your chest. How does that sound?”

“Good Miss,” Katie said hesitantly.

“You’ll find that writing something down is a great way of expressing things you didn’t even know you felt.”

Katie closed her eyes as she listened to Lauren, relaxed under the gentle touch of her warm hands. Lauren had continued to stroke her thumbs across Katie’s jawline, pressing her fingers closely around her neck, pressing her body close so she became Katie’s entire world. Lauren leaned in and kissed her gently, their lips joining passionately, mouths opening. Katie squeezed Lauren’s slim waist as she lost herself in her owner’s tender touch. This was just what she needed. She needed Lauren to be close to her, to comfort her, to make her safe.

“Kitty, we have a punishment we need to get out of the way now don’t we?”

“Yes Miss,” Katie replied, her bottom lip quivering, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her again.

“Bring me your black belt, the leather one with the weave sections. Take your clothes off and lie on your back on the floor.”

Katie obeyed, wiping away fresh tears, trying her best to keep her emotions in check. Lauren had comforted her, allayed her fears and made her feel so safe and special and she had ruined that with the punishment she had earned. She wanted to be with Lauren like she was before, she wanted to be her friend. If they could be friends maybe she would forget all this slave stuff and… Not that she was trying to be Lauren’s friend to get out of it, as a trick. She really wanted to be friends with Lauren, more than she ever had before in her life. All her other friends seemed paltry shadows, feeble, shallow girls with nothing to offer. Maybe if she was obedient, and behaved and made Lauren happy then Lauren would see it too. Maybe…

“Open your legs Kitty. Wider. Feet together Kitty, up closer to your butt. Keep those knees wide,” Lauren ordered once Katie was on her back. “Hands under the bed, either side of that leg.”

Katie did as she was told, trembling in anticipation. She had not been punished like this before. She had no idea what was going to happen. She tensed, then relaxed as Lauren tied her wrists together around the leg of her bed, trapping her hands, her arms outstretched above her head. The anxious teen watched as Lauren removed her own shorts and settled herself atop the young girl’s body. All Katie could see now was Lauren’s tight pussy, hovering inches above her face. She could feel her owner’s knees tucked tightly into her sides and jumped as Lauren let the belt unroll and fall onto her belly.

“Kitty, I want you to show me how good you are going to be. I want you to show me that you know who and what you are and what is important to you. I am going to smack that fat cunt of yours until I decide you have learnt not to tell lies. What are you going to do?”

“Eat your pussy Miss,” Katie breathed fearfully.

“Anything else?”

“Uh, show you how good I will be Miss,” Katie ventured.

“Right.”

Pain burst between her legs before she was ready. The moment she opened her mouth to scream, Lauren lowered her hips and Katie’s outburst was muffled by her owner’s pussy covering her mouth. The young girl quickly regained control and began lapping at Lauren’s pussy, flattening her tongue against the soft pink lips. Her face rested firmly between Lauren’s buttocks, her nose pressed hard into the tight pink bud of her owner’s asshole. There was nothing Katie could do. She tried to move her head but she was trapped. She worked her jaw feverishly, trying to find a more comfortable way of eating Lauren’s pussy.

A second flick of the belt and Katie’s legs closed involuntarily, protecting her delicate sex from further abuse. Lauren lowered her body resting her full weight on Katie’s face, cutting off her air, waiting patiently for the frantic teen’s legs to open. Katie never stopped attempting to pleasure the girl atop her. Her tongue squirmed for purchase, even as her lungs began to scream for oxygen. It took Katie a long time to realise her legs were closed and just maybe that was why Lauren was not allowing her to breathe. She drew her knees back to the floor exposing her pussy once more and Lauren eased her body up a fraction of an inch, barely enough to free Katie’s nose. Lauren smiled as she felt the intake of air whistle past her delicate sphincter.

The sensation as Katie screamed into her pussy once more was delicious. She had only hit Katie’s pussy three times but she could already see the lips growing a deep shade of pink and puffing up ever so slightly. Katie’s labia were a sight to behold. They were so different from her own, slim, almost compact lips. Like everything else about Katie, they were lush and plump and full, just begging for attention. Lauren quickly rested her hands on Katie’s legs as her slave found her clit. Katie grunted at the added pressure, that forced her legs painfully apart, increasing the incredible sensations that pulsed through Lauren’s sex.

A fourth stroke landed amidst the meaty lips of the teenager’s cunt, the hardest stroke so far. Katie’s entire body erupted, almost bucking Lauren off her prostrate form. Lauren laughed, feeling as if she was riding a bucking bronco, suppressing the urge to yell ‘yeeehaaaa’. Katie’s legs were closed once more and Lauren lowered her full weight, sitting on Katie, completely covering the struggling teen’s face. Katie had learnt her lesson and quickly opened her legs, returning to her original position. This time however, Lauren did not lift her weight from the prone girl. 

Katie tried to keep her tongue moving, tried to continue pleasing Lauren, knowing that it was not only her duty to do it but knowing that it was the only way the torture would stop. She was becoming desperate for air, unsure what else she could do. She tried to flatten her legs even more, her pussylips parting prettily as she did so. Still Lauren's full weight rested on her face. 

Katie began to squirm under her owner, thoughts of pleasing her, of continuing to lick and suck the wet pussy that covered her mouth were lost in her frantic need to fill her lungs. Her arms pulled tight against her bonds, actually moving the bed slightly, but still not dislodging the girl perched atop her face. Katie's eyes were open wide, her look manic as her vision began to narrow. 

Just as she gave up hope, Lauren raised herself up a fraction of an inch, at the same time bringing the belt down in a stinging slap directly on Katie's exposed pussy. The frantic teen tried to breathe in and scream out at the same time, ending in a frenetic episode of coughing and spluttering that Lauren took full advantage of. 

While Katie was fighting for breath Lauren gently lowered her pussy once more. Katie had nowhere to turn, coughing directly into Lauren's pussy, the jerky movements of her fight for air bringing her owner to orgasm. 

Lauren collapsed atop her slave as the orgasm wracked her body. Katie's chest heaved, fighting for air as Lauren lay upon her, but her face was mercifully clear. Her owner was sprawled down her body, her head resting in Katie's lap. She could feel the girl's warm breath on her abused pussy. 

Katie was glad the ordeal was over but Lauren's pussy remained a few inches from her face. The young girl raised her head and saw it pulsing, the small opening at the base of the thin lips opening and closing, as if inviting her in. Gasping still, Katie lifted her head and reached out her tongue, licking the twitching pussy.

Lauren moaned as Katie made contact, squeezing her arms around Lauren's legs, hugging the young girl in a passionate embrace. Her moans turned to giggles as Katie continued to stimulate her. She didn't know why, but after she had come any further stimulation always made her giggle, uncontrollably. 

"Good... girl... Kitty," Lauren gasped as Katie continued her attention unabated. "Ok you cheeky little slut," Lauren giggled, "enough now."

She lifted her body from that of her slave and rolled onto her back next to her, one hand still in contact, her fingertips playing absently up and down Katie's right side. Lauren had not been able to take any more, though Katie had seemed ready to continue for hours. Yes, thought Lauren as she caught her breath, this girl was something special.

Katie lay back exhausted, her chest still heaving as she struggled to calm her breathing. For one frightening moment she had felt that Lauren was going to smother her. She had been unable to breathe for so long, her mouth and nose covered completely. As she lay on her floor, arms bound above her, she thought back on what had just happened. 

Her nose had been pushed hard into Lauren's tight pink asshole. She had actually breathed her owner's ass. She could still remember the feel of it as it pressed against her nostrils, squashing her nose against her face. She was amazed to feel that it did not bother her as much as she expected. She had been given no choice, so there wasn't like there was anything she could do. It was not like she had licked it or anything. Still the encounter with another girl's ass left her feeling a little odd on top of the entire scenario of almost being smothered by a pussy.

Katie lay back and enjoyed the few moments of calm, luxuriating in the soft caresses of her owner. Lauren was still languishing in the high of her recent orgasm almost completely unaware of Katie's presence. She continued to brush her fingers lightly down the young girl's flank but it was an absentminded action, something she was taking no real conscious part in.

Lauren eventually crawled to her feet and flopped back onto Katie's bed, the final soft pulses of her orgasm surging up into her belly. She snuggled up at the head of the bed, resting her head on a pillow and quietly dozed off into a light sleep.

Katie lay on the floor, waiting patiently for something to happen. She felt good that she had made Lauren come but her happiness was coloured by the growing realisation that she had once again been forgotten - used and discarded. She had poured her heart out to her owner and she had felt a real connection, Lauren had known what she was going through. She knew and had comforted her. Katie wondered just where that might have gone if Lauren had not had to punish her. She had ruined a beautiful moment and now she would never know what could have been.

The young girl stretched her body despondently, trying to make the most of her abandonment. Even though Lauren had come, it had still been a punishment, the throbbing in her pussy was testament to that, and she was still required to apologise. So she spent her time thinking of an appropriate apology. She always seemed to lose her way when she knew Lauren was waiting for her to speak. All her plans fell apart when she looked into those pale haunting eyes and she felt stupid and useless. This time it would be different.

Lauren came gently awake, smiling as she remembered where she was and what had happened. She rolled over and stuck her head over the edge of the bed, looking down at her slave. Katie lay exactly as she had left her, arms stretched over her head and tied around a leg of the bed, her legs splayed widely, exposing her now red pussy.

Katie felt movement on the bed and looked up into her owner's face. Lauren smiled, her face upside down, and Katie smiled back, a sincere smile. Lauren had that power over her, she could make her happy with a smile. Lauren slid out of bed, landing on top of the tied teenager, eliciting a grunt from the young girl. She untied her hands, finally releasing the exhausted teenager from her bonds.

"Kneel," Lauren commanded.

Katie scrambled to obey, flexing her arms as she did so. This was her chance. Lauren was in a good mood. She had just come, explosively and she still seemed a little sleepy, back in bed resting her head peacefully as she watched her property.

"Excuse me Miss?"

"Mmmmm."

"I am very sorry for lying to you Miss, I will never do it again. I promise that I will be a very good girl and try and please you with everything I do from now on. Thank you for punishing me and thank you for giving me the chance to eat your pussy. I hope you liked it."

Yes! She had managed to say what she wanted to say. It had only taken her practicing it in her head about fifty times. The lazy smile that played across Lauren's face caused her chest to swell with pride. 

"Aren't you a little sweety Kitty. Come up here and give me a kiss, you cute thing."

Katie scampered forward and kissed her owner, glad that the juices Lauren had left on her face had dried. They had made the skin on her face tight and sticky for a while but while she waited she had exercised her face, stretched her jaw and loosened the dried juices as best she could. 

"Kitty get dressed and go downstairs and find out what is for dinner. Then you can come back for the other half of your punishment."

Katie looked at Lauren incredulously. Second half? What for? All the soft, warm feelings that had filled her were now banished, replaced by the return of her feelings of injustice. She had done everything Lauren had asked, she had given her an amazing orgasm, she had even come up with what she knew was a good apology. And she was still to be punished? That wasn't fair.

"Kitty, are you disobeying another order?"

"No Miss, it's just..."

"Right. Attention," Lauren snapped as she got up from the bed. "You want to sass me? Well Kitty, you will soon see where that gets you. And here I was thinking you were finally starting to behave yourself."

Katie watched as Lauren dug in her bag and produced the two wicked clamps that had caused her so much anguish the night before. "Spread your legs."

Katie hesitated briefly before shuffling her legs sideways, giving Lauren access to her still aching pussy. Lauren squeezed her plump lips together and placed the first clamp around both her labia, crushing them together and making the young girl grunt in pain. The second clamp followed moments later, this time lower down, cruelly crushing her tender lips and closing off the entrance to her vagina. 

Katie breathed deeply and slowly, doing her best to deal with the pain that shot through her pussy in sharp spikes. She had brought this on herself, ruined another moment, upset Lauren again. Why couldn't she just do the right thing?

"Black pleat skirt, red singlet. Now go and do what you were told," Lauren commanded brusquely.

Katie retrieved the items from her closet and dressed as quickly as she could, all the while trying to minimise her movements to prevent the clamps from causing her too much agony. Even if she stood perfectly still the vicious teeth of the clamps bit painfully into her tender flesh. She gave Lauren one last plaintive glance before she set off on her errand, but her owner wasn't even watching her, she had gone back to reading her book.

Feeling miserable and alone, Katie shuffled down the stairs, her gait more a waddle as she tried to keep the clamps still. The stairs were agony, no matter what she did, both clamps twisted with each step. She gasped and stopped two steps from the bottom. One of the clamps had twisted too far and would not right itself. 

She couldn't go on like this. She had not been told she could touch the clamps but she had to. Otherwise she would fail her task. The young girl shuffled around, faced up the stairs and lifted her skirt. There it was, the first clamp had caught itself on her skirt and had twisted up, almost pointing horizontally. What could she do?

Return to Lauren and admit defeat, ask for the clamp to be reset so she could try again? The prospect left her shaking. The only other thing she could do was right it herself. She should go back to Lauren, but fuck that she thought. Lauren had just sent on her on way while she was trying to be so nice. She would do this herself, no one needed to know.

Katie looked back down the stairs, took a deep breath and pushed the clamp down. The young girl sank to her knees as the pain shot through her. She grit her teeth and managed not to make a sound but there was no way she could do that again. She would have to take it off and put it back on, it was the only way. And she had to be quick about it. If Lauren thought she was dawdling she would be in for more punishment.

Katie steeled herself, released the clamp, grunting once as the pain exploded in her pussy. Before she had time to think, time to chicken out, she quickly reapplied the clamp as close to the original spot as she could. There she gasped, clutching her knees as she bent forward, no one would ever know.

"Katie?"

Katie spun around, wincing with the sudden agony that lanced into her sex and surrounds. Her father looked at her with concern, wondering what the hell was going on. Had he seen anything? God she had been bent forward and he was at the bottom of the stairs. Did he see that she was wearing no panties? Had he glimpsed the shiny metal clamps protruding from her bare pussy?

"You ok? You don't look so good."

"I'm ok Dad," Katie gasped, desperate to reassure her father, hoping against hope he had not seen anything. "Just a cramp that's all."

"Ok hon, well take it easy. Don't overdo all this exercise. Listen to Lauren, she sounds like she knows what she's doing."

"Thanks Dad, I will," Katie said, worrying once again about how much her parents knew.

"Did you want something?"

"Oh, just wondering what was for dinner."

"Roast chicken, but ask your Mom for the specifics."

"Ok," Katie replied crestfallen. She had hoped she could get away with not having to go any further. 

Her father passed her on the stairs and she waited until he had gone to look back up. She had been all the way up there, bending forward. He must have seen something. The skirt was short, not too short, but still. The thought that her father had seen her ass horrified her. She could not even contemplate the idea that he had seen the clamps. If he had would he have known what they were.

Katie tried to ignore the slippery slope of humiliation that train of thought would lead her along and hurried into the kitchen where her mother was cooking.

"Hi Mom, what's for dinner?"

"Roast chicken."

"Yeah Dad said. What about everything though?"

"Oh well, roast potato, pumpkin and onion. Zucchini and corn and some crispy bread."

"Thanks Mom."

Her information gathered, Katie hurried back up the stairs pushing through the pain as the clamps bit into her delicate flesh. Lauren was dressed and surfing the net when Katie returned to her room. She locked the door behind her and stood at attention, waiting for her owner to acknowledge her. 

This was one of the hardest things she had to do. It wasn't like she needed to be the centre of attention, far from it, but to be completely ignored, as if she didn't exist, was torture for the young girl. Lauren was just there and she couldn't reach out and touch her, couldn't even speak to her. She had to wait patiently, something she had never been good at.

Lauren looked to be researching blogs, no doubt preparing to setup  the one she had proposed for her. Katie had never kept a diary and didn't know about writing out her thoughts. No doubt Lauren would be reading it and that thought made her more apprehensive than ever.

"Well bitch, what is for dinner."

Katie cringed at the harshness of Lauren's words and tone. "Roast chicken Miss, with potatoes, pumpkin, zucchini, sweet corn and crispy bread."

"You will have one potato, one piece of pumpkin, three pieces of zuchhini and one piece of bread. You will also have a small serving of chicken. Your Mom sounds like she's a good cook Kitty."

"She is Miss."

"And how much have you learned from her?"

"Um, nothing Miss," Katie replied, wincing as she did so, knowing Lauren would be unimpressed.

"You really are a lazy little cunt you know that Kitty, just breezing through life expecting everyone to do everything for you. Well I won't have it, do you hear me?"

"Yes Miss," Katie shuddered. How had she managed to turn Lauren so much against her? Why was she such a fuckup?

"Is that all you have to say to me?"

"No Miss. I am very sorry for disappointing you Miss. I didn't mean to, I'm really sorry."

"If you didn't mean to Kitty then why did you?"

"Uh, because I am a dumb bitch Miss."

"Correct Kitty, a dumb bitch who should know better though. You still have a punishment due and for your latest disobedience you have earned another. I'm tired Kitty so let's do them now and I can relax. Remove the shoelaces from one of your sneakers, remove your shirt and stand at attention with it in your mouth."

Katie scurried to obey. Lauren had not even turned to look at her during the entire exchange. She had remained seated, working on the computer. It made her feel terrible though she could not blame Lauren. She seemed unable to do the right thing for more than five minutes at a time and the constant failure was starting to wear on her. 

She quickly unlaced one shoe, drew her shirt over her head and scrambled to attention, the long lace dangling from either side of her mouth. She did not have long to wait as she heard Lauren stop typing and she was soon joined by her owner.

Lauren unceremoniously reached under the anxious teen's skirt, felt for the clamps and removed both in two quick movments. Katie's jaw clenched hard and she screamed through her closed mouth, the agonised sound coming through as a strangled gurgle of an animal caught in a trap. The pain was unimaginable, how the hell could this hurt so much when they were taken off!

The tortured girl had squeezed her legs together and dropped into a squat the moment her owner's hand, now holding the devilish clamps, slipped out from under her skirt. She looked up at Lauren, tears welling in her eyes, knowing she needed to get to her feet and back in position but pleading for one more moment to collect herself, to push the pain away and force her frozen limbs to move.

Slowly, achingly, Katie rose to her feet, taking long deep breaths through her mouth as she moved back to attention, the pain still throbbing in her pussy. Lauren ignored the young girl's plight and pulled the thin length of material from Katie's mouth and curled it around her hand. 

"Top off. Hands behind your head, elbows back Kitty. Time those tits earnt their keep. If your hands drop, we start again. Fifteen strokes Kitty. Don't disappoint me again."

Katie obeyed, the threat in Lauren's words more than clear. Once her hands were behind her head, Lauren began. Katie watched as she stepped back and to the side and let the shoelace dangle from her hand. Lauren gripped both ends of the lace, the rest of the length hanging down in a long loop.

Katie wanted to close her eyes but she could not. Her eyes would not close and she watched as Lauren drew back her arm and let the first stroke fly. The pain from the lace shot across her breasts like a thousand wasps all stinging her at once. Lauren did not even pause to allow Katie to become accustomed to the pain. She drew back her arm again and again, the looped lace swishing across the soft breast meat.

In moments Katie's chest was covered in thin red lines. The slim lace curled around the young girl's body, the looped end impacting the far side of her breast creating a latticework of curved scarlet lines on the smooth white skin. Katie grit her teeth and winced each time the lace swung forward but she remained quiet, trying her best to impress Lauren. 

Her whole world had fallen apart in the last few minutes. Everything had been going so well. Yes she had been used like a toy and then discarded once the game had ended, her face had been abused so Lauren could orgasm, her nose was still a little sore from the pounding it had received, but she had poured her heart out to Lauren and her classmate had understood, had comforted her and made everything feel right. The punishment had been something she knew was coming and she didn't begrudge her owner that. 

Just how exactly had it gone all wrong? She knew she was to blame but she just couldn't understand how. As she stood still and accepted the whipping she tried to think about what had happened but the constant flurry of sharp stinging strokes prevented her from being able to organise her thoughts. 

It wasn't fair, she pleaded as the lace landed directly across her nipples. It really wasn't fair, Katie decided more firmly, the pain that lanced through her chest giving her misgivings strength. The whole thing wasn't fair, all of it. Lauren had no right to treat her like this. If only she could be nice to her, like she had been when she had found her, upset and blubbering. She should never have let Lauren see her like that. Her anger crested and focused inward. 

"Attention Kitty," gasped Lauren.

Katie threw her arms behind her back petulantly, her anger giving her movements more force than she had planned. She instantly regretted it and looked at the floor ashamed of herself and worried that her owner had noticed. She was definitely not doing herself any favours. She couldn't even remember why she had been angry, all thoughts of the injustice of her situation banished by the fear of disappointment.

The anxious teenager dared a glance up as she felt Lauren's warm hands touch her breasts. The caress was light as a feather, her owner's petite fingers tracing the bright pattern of whipmarks across the soft flesh. She traced the lines as if following a path in one of those children's maze games. Katie moaned softly at the delicate touch, the sting of the lace still fresh in her mind, was slowly being soothed by Lauren's loving contact. 

Katie looked at her owner, biting her lip unconsciously as she saw the faraway smile that flickered across Lauren's pretty face. She wasn't a classic beauty Katie thought, but that elfin appeal, made her breath catch in her throat. And those eyes! When Lauren's gaze met hers, wrenched away from her patterned breasts by the young girl's strangled gasp,  Katie's legs went weak. She thought she was going to fall to the floor, but it was almost as if she was held still by the captivating blue eyes, those pale turquoise orbs that seemed to strip away all of her thoughts and bore right into her soul.

"I am very sorry Miss. I am, will try and be better I promise," gushed Katie, knowing that this apology was a feeble one but hoping that Lauren could see it was deeply heartfelt. 

As she gazed into Lauren's eyes, she felt deeply ashamed of her recent feelings. Lauren wasn't being unfair really, she was just... Any way Katie phrased it made her feel strange but... She wasn't being unfair she was only treating her the way she deserved. She didn't like the way that sounded so she quickly tried to turn her thoughts to other things.

"Don't try Kitty, do. Be better. I know you can do it. Sometimes you are a really good girl and I am proud that I own you but other times..." She left the unspoken thought hang in the space between them.

An unexpected warmth had surged in Katie's chest as Lauren spoke, only to have it dampened by a queer chill at her classmate's unfinished statement. Her poor behaviour was truly making Lauren upset. She could feel the disappointment radiating from her body, see the distress in her face. Katie felt a pain in her heart more intense than anything the stinging shoelace had imparted.

"Miss please, I am so sorry," Katie pleaded, tears that had not come during her punishment now welled in her eyes. She yearned to reach out and touch Lauren, to hold her and comfort her as she had been comforted, but she dared not move, not wanting to disappoint her owner yet again.

"Oh I know you are Kitty, but sorry is just a word. Impress me with your actions not your words. A slave pleases her owner through obedience, submission and subservience, not by apologising constantly. Think about that Kitty as you help your mother prepare dinner. Your laziness is at an end Kitty. Each afternoon you will ask your Mom what is for dinner, report to me and then help her prepare it. You need to learn to cook Kitty, so you will pay attention and learn all you can."

"Yes Miss," Katie replied eagerly, more than happy to do so.

"Good girl," Lauren praised picking up on Katie's enthusiasm and cheered by the change in attitude. She had sensed a definite vibe of defiance, an almost surly attitude from Katie and it was something she was determined to quash, hard if need be. 

"First though Kitty you may lick my pussy for me. Just a little Kitty, I don't know if you deserve too much of a treat after this afternoon."

Licking her pussy was a treat? Katie could understand how from Lauren's point of view that was true. She did like it, she couldn't really deny that. Lauren tasted quite nice and she did enjoy the feelings that surged through her own body when she brought pleasure to another girl. It was strange how giving pleasure made her happy as well. She guessed this was what lovers felt. 

Was that what they were, her and Lauren? Lovers? She guessed they had become lovers but she definitely didn't love Lauren. How could she? She felt something, she couldn't deny that but she couldn't love someone that treated her like Lauren did, like a slave, ordering her around, ignoring her, hurting her. She couldn't love someone who was like that. Exactly what she felt she didn't know but she thankfully abandoned those thoughts as Lauren was ready for her. 

As she had contemplated their relationship, Katie had watched her owner remove her pants and lie back on the bed. Lauren patted her bare pussy and Katie scurried forward, falling to her knees between the languid girl's widespread legs. She could see a tiny droplet of moisture at the entrance to Lauren's pussy. The small clear dewdrop soaked into Katie's tongue as she made her first tentative contact. Once she had tasted Lauren, her hesitation faded as she forced her tongue against Lauren's smooth lips with greater force. She closed her mouth around her the teenager's sex, enveloping the sensitive labia.

"Kitty, I said lick, not eat. Don't be greedy."

Katie blushed at the chastisement and leaned back a little, her tongue now the only point of contact with Lauren's now glistening lips. She caught a glimpse of the pink folds of Lauren's vagina before coming in once more and gently licking her classmate's pussy. She kept her strokes long and gentle, licking and kissing the delicate pink labia but not forcing her tongue inside. 

Lauren had wanted to treat her not orgasm, Katie realised as she lapped between her owner's legs, bathing the delicate flesh with her tongue. Lauren may have wanted a relaxing, comforting experience but Katie could smell her owner's arousal, the heady scent that was already imprinted on her brain. It was so different from her own but then everything about Lauren's pussy was different.

Where her pussy was plump and full, Lauren's was slim and compact, the beautiful lips barely protruding from her body. Where her pussy produced thick white cream, copious amounts of thick white cream she added, knowing that her pussy was this very second coated in it, Lauren's was clear and liquid. And where her pussy emitted a strong musky scent, that could be noticed a mile away she added with chagrin, Lauren's aroma was more delicate, more petite, like everything else about her. 

As her tongue continued to service the prostrate teen, Katie wondered what exactly was normal. From the way Lauren had reacted to her cream, she knew it couldn't be her. The way her own pussy secreted the thick ooze was a definite sign to the young girl. A sign that she was different from other girls. There was a word for it Katie knew, not wanting to say it but thinking that was more than a little stupid, seeing that her face was currently buried between the legs of another girl, her tongue dutifully servicing the pussy of her owner. Slut. 

"Enough Kitty," Lauren moaned, knowing that if she did not stop now this could go on for hours. She may be inexperienced, Lauren thought, but the little slut was talented, there was no doubting that.

Katie licked Lauren's glistening sex twice more before she stopped. She didn't know why she risked the ire of her owner, but her lips twisted in a mischevious grin as she leaned away from the bed. She looked at the results of her spirited attention, gazing at Lauren's pussy, the tiny dark pink lips of her inner labia splayed delicately apart revealing the tiny pink clit. She wasn't aware that Lauren was looking at her grinning in satisfaction at the devastatingly cute teen. 

That smile, thought Lauren, was one in a million. She had read the phrase 'a smile that lit up a room' but until now she had dismissed that as mere writer's cliche. The fact that the little slut was smiling that way, so cheekily, after having just licked her pussy so tenderly, well that was something she would need to think a little more about.

"That was very nice Kitty. How is your pussy?"

"Um goo-" Fuck, you dumbass, that's not what she meant. "My pussy is wet Miss."

"I guess you'd like a little attention too?"

"If it please you Miss," Katie gushed, a thrill rushing through her entire body at the prospect. 

She had not expected it, the thought not even crossing her mind but she realised there was nothing she wanted more than for Lauren to lick her pussy. Just the thought made her pulse quicken.

"Get your dildo Kitty, and your nice new pink panties, you know the ones."

"Yes Miss," Katie replied, a little confused. 

"Ok Kitty, panties on. Mmm, those are too cute. You know what they say don't you Kitty?"

"Eat me Miss," Katie replied, blushing, not quite believing it. Blushing still, after all she had done!

"No time for that now Kitty, pull them to one side. Good."

Katie groaned as Lauren slid the hard glass shaft inside her. She was so fucking wet, her dildo had slipped in with barely any resistance, her plump lips parting eagerly. She still could not quite believe how her freshly bare pussy felt. Even this brief touch left her marveling at the new fresh sensations. 

Lauren pulled the dildo out, smiling as she watched the rounded bumps appear, giggling as Katie's thighs quivered as she thrust the transparent shaft back into her creaming pussy. Lauren didn't think she would ever get over Katie's ability to produce such thick, luscious white cream. It was fucking amazing and something she knew Katie didn't quite understand either. 

Katie gasped as her dildo was thrust ever deeper, sure that its entire length was now snugly inside her, stretching her, filling her. The unyielding shaft felt amazing as the walls of her vagina squeezed and pulsed around it. 

"Ok Kitty, put your panties on properly," Lauren commanded.

Katie looked at the kneeling girl pleadingly, but she did not hesitate, letting the crotch of her panties stretch back over her sex. She had to pull them down a little to move them past the end of the dildo that still protruded from her like some strange glass growth. As she let her panties go, she felt the dildo slide inside her just a little more. She gasped and hunched over as the tight pink panties forced the glass shaft inside her, trapping it there. 

Once her panties were seated, as snugly as they could be with the dildo pushing against them, she returned her arms to their proper position, her skirt falling down to cover her now that it was no longer trapped by her arms. Her pussy pulsed, trying to squeeze the intruder out. She succeeded in moving the glass dildo half an inch before it was pushed back inside her by the tight panties. Katie could not believe how this felt, she had never thought, never imagined, never...

"Off you go Kitty. Remember to pay attention to what your mother says. You represent me now Kitty. As my property your behaviour reflects upon me, you understand that don't you Kitty?"

"Yes Miss," Katie breathed, her thoughts only partly focused on what Lauren was saying.

"Come straight back once you are dismissed. We have a lot to do."