My Very Own

Chapter 13  The Subject

Clit day, Katie announced to herself as she peeled off the skintight shorts in which she had just run her morning circuit. She wasn't looking forward to playing with her pussy but she was looking forward to the cold shower even less. Having a break from the twice-daily masturbation sessions last night had given her a false sense of relief. She was frustrated, incredibly, maddeningly frustrated. She already needed to come, desperately, and the morning's session was only going to make it worse. She didn't know how much longer she could carry on like this.

Before becoming Lauren’s, she hadn't been a slave to her desire but she had never denied herself either. She hadn't come every day, but most would not be an exaggeration. She couldn't ask Lauren for relief. She would come when her owner felt she deserved it. It was her own stupid fault anyway. By being a little bitch, she had missed out and disappointed Lauren at the same time. But she had been good since then. Maybe, just maybe Lauren might have a treat for her soon.

Katie kept that hope alive as she shivered under the icy water of her cold shower. She used the thoughts to fight back the impending climax as her tiny vibrator nestled against her hard clit. Was she destined to be constantly on the edge, her pussy twitching with unquenched desire as it continued to produce the secretions of her uncontrollable arousal.

She stopped on time, cleaned herself, enjoying the taste of her sex and hurried to complete the rest of her morning routine. She was beginning to understand what she needed to do and where she needed to be without constantly checking the time and she was managing to stay on schedule more and more.

She made it to school and to her locker without missing a minute, an achievement that made her smile as she opened her locker. Her owner would be pleased but it also meant she would avoid any 'make-up' time that night. Most of all though, it meant that she was learning. If she could continue to improve she knew that Lauren would think more of her and the happier she kept Lauren the more chance she had to win her over.

"Hey Katie, I love your outfit," beamed Miranda.

"Thanks," the joyful schoolgirl replied as she removed what she would need for biology class.

Lauren had dressed her in a pair of denim shorts, not her shortest but still only covering an inch or two of thigh. She had a thin, white blouse, short-sleeved with pretty blue buttons closing each sleeve. A brown vest completed the cute ensemble. The vest was low-cut, having only three buttons but it went so well with the delicate blouse. It was not something Katie would ever have thought of.

"You're so great with fashion. You can wear anything though."

"Well so could you Miranda. You don't have to just wear jeans and stuff. I know I used to but you don't have to."

"Yeah but I'm not pretty like you Katie. I can't wear all those pretty clothes like you do."

Katie didn't want to pressure Lauren but she really wanted to help this girl but for that she needed her owner's approval. Even more reason to behave and make sure she stuck to her schedule. That was the key to helping Miranda, the key to everything really. The only real choice she had now was to choose to be obedient and behave.

"I gotta go Miranda."

"Yeah I know, biology labs are a bit of a walk."

Katie waved goodbye, wondering again how Miranda seemed to know every class she had and yet she knew nothing about her new friend. She didn't mind biology but it was one of her worst subjects. She just hadn't really paid much attention or applied herself but that had all changed. Her owner would not accept anything but good grades. Did that mean she needed to get A's?

Her memory was good enough, it was just that she didn't know the information to begin with. The thought of memory jogged something in her mind. Did she have to remember something? Shit, what had she forgotten? Had Lauren told her to do something special? No it wasn't super-important like that, it was... Her panties. Fucking hell, she had left yesterday's panties hanging from her bedpost. She had meant to drop them in the hamper this morning but she had totally forgotten.

Katie stopped and leant against the wall of the corridor as the realisation of what she had done sank in. How was she getting so sloppy? First her vibrator and now her panties. She had always been so careful. She was thinking too much about her pussy, too much about needing to come and not enough time spent focusing on what she needed to. She was too much of a slut to even think straight now.

The apprehensive schoolgirl continued to her next class, hoping against hope that her mother wasn't doing the washing today, and even if she did, that she didn't feel the need to go searching for clothes. She had never before bothered that her mother had invaded her privacy in that way, after all she had been a bit of a slob and half of her dirty clothes could be found on the floor of her room. But that had all changed when she had become Lauren's property. She was a good girl now.

She made it to her biology class only moments before the bell rang, the last student to arrive. Katie blushed the moment she stepped into the lab, memories of her short time in room 9C flooding back. She as in 9B, so at least she was spared the indignity of being in the exact same room as her earlier degradation, though the similar layout was playing havoc with her emotions.

Katie looked at her usual desk but quickly moved on. She glanced around the room with a melancholy air, trying her best to ignore Dana and Holly and their snide laughing. She had sat at the same desk with the same girls for every single lesson she had in this class, and now she had been abandoned. The only seat available was at Bray's table. Brad and Ray were ok, it was just that they were virtually inseparable. It had been Dana who had started calling them Bray and it had kind of stuck.

She sat down next to Brad and smiled nervously. They barely spared her a look and continued with their conversation. They were such great friends, Katie thought as she waited for the class to begin. It was exactly how she wanted to be with Lauren, the easy camaraderie, the comfort of knowing someone was always there for you.

"Right class. Project day today. There are six separate projects, one for each table. One representative from each table come up and get an assignment. Just one, let's have a little decorum please," said Mr. Shaw exasperatedly.

"Hurry Katie, we want to get a good one," said Brad urgently.

She was seated closest to the aisle, so it looked like she was the elected representative of their table. Most tables had three or four, but this would be the first time anyone had worked with Brad and Ray. Everyone pretty much left them to themselves, knowing what it would be like to work with the tightly-knit pair.

Katie hurried forward to retrieve her project kit, not wanting to be left to last. Just as her hand was about to close over one kit, it was snatched out from under her. Holly smiled at her sweetly and went trouncing back to her table, her petty task achieved. Katie grabbed the next kit she could and went back to her own desk, wondering why her ex-friends could not leave her alone. They had dumped her, excommunicated her from their group so why were they still persecuting her. Surely abandoning her after so long was enough?

"Ok let's see what we got," said Ray, snatching the envelope from Katie as soon as she was in reach.

"Regulation of the Human Heart Rate. Sounds boring," said Brad.

“Bore, snore,” Ray chimed in.

Katie looked at the two boys and sighed silently. This was why no one wanted to work with them, but she had no choice. Gee what a surprise she thought, a little bitterly. It wasn't that there was anything really wrong with them, they were both kind of cute surfer types it was just that they were such boys.

They spread the project out on the table and all three started to read. They may have been annoying but they always got the work done. At least that was something. Katie read through the project and she didn't think it was boring at all. They had to design an experiment to measure the heart rate of a human being and discover what factors increase or decrease the heart rate and then hypothesise why this would be the case and how their hypothesis would fit with human evolutionary behaviour.

This lesson they would design the experiment and begin their first steps. It would be completed in the next lab and they would then have to present their findings to the class. She would be stuck with these guys for the next three lessons, but there wasn't really anything else she could do.

It took twenty minutes to design the experiment. Katie didn't know quite how it happened but she had seemingly been volunteered as the subject of the experiment. Brad and Ray had tended to do their own thing, making suggestions and nominating the schoolgirl who had been forced to join their group, to take on the role of the experimentee. She had been unable to get a word in and soon resigned herself to sitting back and spectating.

They would first measure her heart rate independently. Once a control set of measurements were established, they would then set about a series of activities that would increase and decrease Katie's heart rate. They sat to either side of the bewildered schoolgirl and talked across her, as if she was simply another part of the apparatus to be used for the experiment. Not once did they ask her opinion or input.

"Ok first, measure subject's heart rate at rest. Ok, Ray, stopwatch please."

"Stopwatch," Ray replied, handing over the small instrument as if he was a doctor in an operating theatre.

"Subject," Brad said, nodding at Katie, "stands arms out, palms up.

Katie stood up, disliking the impersonal way that they were talking about her but what could she do. She simply had to go along with what was happening. She didn't want to rock the boat or cause any trouble and she had to admit, the design was a pretty good one. She held out her arms as Brad instructed and waited obediently.

"Right, let's get this show on the road," said Brad. Both boys reached out and took one of Katie's wrists, resting two fingers across the thick blue veins they could see under her skin.  "Pulse?"

"Yes," replied Ray, all business now.

"Subject remains still while control is established. Go."

Katie opened her mouth to object but knew it was foolish. He hadn't meant anything by it. Only a girl who had been enslaved by one of her classmates could possibly read into that innocent statement the levels of humiliation that she had. She stood perfectly stood, as her body was used as part of the biology experiment.

The soft, warm touch at her wrists was strangely comforting and unnerving at the same time. Both boys seemed to have lost focus, staring dazedly into the distance as they counted the beats of her heart. Katie tried not to look around the room, tried not to think how it looked. She tried to stay calm so she wouldn't ruin the experiment. She knew what could happen if she started to think too much.

Three control measurements were taken, the results written down by Brad as Katie continued to stand by the desk, her arms outstretched. At the end of the first minute she had gone to move but both Brad and Ray had been quite vocal on the need for her to stay still so she obeyed, trying to keep her mind focused only on the classwork and not on the soft, nervous fluttering in her belly.

"Ok, great. Nice steady measurements. Now activity one is a heart rate increase: physical activity. Subject runs on the spot for two minutes."

Katie looked at Brad as he read out the next part of the experiment. She slowly lowered her arms as the actual realisation of what the assignment entailed dawned upon her. She had been completely marginalised during the project's inception and she had tuned out a little as Brad and Ray continued without her. Now though, as the experiment ramped into the next stage, she fervently wished she had paid more attention.

There wasn't anything she could do now. The class was half over, their experiment already designed. If she caused a scene now not only would time have been wasted but there was a chance it could affect her grade. She looked quickly between her two lab partners as they looked at her expectantly, and sighed quietly, resigned to her fate.

Katie started jogging on the spot, barely lifting her feet from the ground. She knew it was lame, knew she should be showing a little more commitment but it was hard. She saw the frowns on her partner's faces and quickly increased her speed. In moments she was truly running, lifting her knees high. She could feel her breasts move and was thankful Lauren had provided her with a bra as part of her day's outfit.

Brad and Ray stared at the young schoolgirl running on the spot before them. They had been unable to believe their luck when Katie Thomas had come to their table and when the assignment had been received, they had known, with a look, how it would go. But this, well this was better than even they could have anticipated. Katie had simply done everything they said without a hint of resistance. They were used to people giving in to them, simply because they were annoying, but this was something else.

Katie stared at a point on the far wall, unable to meet the gaze of either of her partners. Their eyes never left her body, their lascivious gaze misinterpreted by the young girl as simple experimental zeal. Still, the looks made her uncomfortable, conscious, as she was, of the way her body moved. She was only grateful she had not been wearing a skirt.

As Katie continued to run she heard laughing from behind her. She knew that laugh and she knew, instinctively, where it was directed. She blushed with humiliation, knowing that by now the whole class was probably looking, watching her, laughing at how stupid she looked running on the spot in the middle of the classroom, laughing at how she had become merely the subject of the experiment.

She was breathing heavily, panting loudly, when the stopwatch beeped, indicating her two minutes were up. She desperately wanted to sit down, to rest for just a little bit, but Brad would not let her.

"Subject is then measured for change of heart rate."

Katie stood as still as she could, chest heaving and arms outstretched as Brad and Ray each took a wrist and measured her pulse once again.  As she stood still, her heart racing, her breasts pushing against the tight blouse and vest the true nature of the spectacle she had become washed over her.

How had she let herself be demeaned in this way? She squirmed a little under the warm touch of each boy's hand on her wrist and lamented her position. Her body was being used as a piece of experimental apparatus and she had let it happen. She suddenly felt as if the gentle touch at each wrist was unable to be broken, as if she was restrained in some way. Her heart beat even faster and her face flushed with the sensation as the memory of restraint flooded her young mind.

Katie hoped the insane amount of heat radiating from her face was mistaken as simply the flush of exertion. She breathed a sigh of relief as the stopwatch beeped and she was released. She lowered her arms cautiously, expecting Brad and Ray to get angry at her for moving, silently relieved that they did not. She dreaded what was to come next.

"Ok, activity two is heart rate decrease: meditation. Subject sits on the floor, legs crossed, eyes closed in a position of relaxation. Subject empties the mind and thinks relaxing thoughts, focusing on slow, steady breathing."

Katie looked at Brad, then at the floor. Couldn't she sit on a stool? But how was she to sit cross-legged then. She knew that was how you sat when meditating. She had come this far, she was the subject and the rules of the experiment were pretty clear. She lowered herself to the floor and crossed her legs. She closed her eyes and tried to think relaxing thoughts and focus on getting her breathing under control: slow, deep breaths.

"And what's going on here?"

"Shh Mr Shaw, the subject is in a heart rate decreasing activity," said Brad hushing the teacher.

"Oh, very good. Let's see the design. Very good, I look forward to seeing the hypothesis you intend to postulate. Carry on."

Katie listened from the floor, her eyes still firmly closed, doing her best to uphold the spirit of the experiment. It wasn't easy. Anyone had to admit it was a strange place to find yourself: kneeling on the floor of a classroom, meditating. She tried her best to block out the sounds from the rest of the class, but the continued laughter from Dana's table made it difficult. She was sure she heard her name whispered more than once but she tried not to let it bother her. She was supposed to be relaxing.

Brad and Ray stood over the young girl, making the most of the opportunity that bounty had seen fit to gift them. They had a completely unobstructed view down Katie's top. The low elevation, coupled with the way she sat, her straight back pushing her blouse against her vest, tenting the material to provide a clear view of her cleavage, even allowing the eager boys to see the bra she wore and the way it cupped her soft teenage breasts.

Brad surreptitiously clicked the stopwatch, pausing the timer, providing them with as long as they wanted to peer at the display Katie was providing. Ray desperately wanted to capture the moment, but a look from Brad told him no. There was really no way to take the photo without half the class knowing and if Mr. Shaw found out, none of their boyish charm would stave off the expulsion that was sure to come, but they were not put off that easily.

Brad turned the timer back on, knowing that they needed to move on. When the stopwatch finally beeped, Katie stood slowly, reticent to leave the relaxing position. She had completely lost track of time as she focused on her breathing, and relaxing each muscle in her body in turn. She could feel her heart rate slow, she was sure of it. She reached out her arms without being prompted and stood patiently as Brad and Ray once again took a wrist and measured.

The grins and small noises of delight let her know that the activity was a success. She felt a flush of pride at a job well done and was relieved that she hadn't let her lab partners down. Brad and Ray were doing all the work and all she needed to do was what she was told. She still wished she was able to have a little more input, maybe do some of the measuring too, but it wasn't her place. She was just glad she was in a good group. She was sure to get a good grade out of this. Lauren would be pleased.

"Activity three, heart rate increase," Brad said after they had noted their findings. "Stress."

Katie wasn't sure about this activity. How were they even going to do this? Stress, what did that even mean? She knew what stress was, she had been given a crash course over the past week. Stress was trying to conform to an extremely tight schedule. Stress was starting a new job. Stress was trying to please your owner, knowing that failure would result in punishment. But how were they going to do stress here?

"We know what you did Katie," Brad whispered in her ear.

"Yeah it must be all around the school by now," Ray chimed in on her other side.

"Who would have thought, Katie Thomas huh."

"Not me."

"We didn't believe it, but pictures don't lie."

"Fucking amazing."

Katie's heart pounded and the flesh on her face began to melt, she could feel it. What the fuck was this? She had gripped the edge of the table harder and harder as each boy spoke, alternating their hateful whispers. It wasn't possible. Had Lauren betrayed her

"Subject prepares for measurement. Quickly," said Brad loudly.

"Quick," chimed in Ray, ever the eloquent one.

Katie got numbly to her feet and offered up her wrists. What the fuck! That was part of the experiment? Well it had definitely worked. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and her knees wobbled as she tried to stand still while the boys took her pulse. It was only then that she noticed that she was standing almost at attention, her feet planted shoulder-width apart. She must have stood like this automatically each time her pulse had been taken.

But how had they known what to say? Was there any truth behind it. She looked at each boy in turn, trying to see the truth in their faces, but neither were looking at her. Well they were looking at her, at her chest to be exact, but she could see they were preoccupied by their counting. She tried to think of what they had actually said, nothing really. It had all been so general, it could have meant everything or nothing. She had been the one to fill in the gaps and make it so successful. Her paranoia had fed off the tiny tidbits of implied information. She was sure they knew nothing.

"Right, activity four is a heart rate decrease. Subject remains passive, allowing no outside stimulus to impact. Measurements taken each minute until the heart rate returns to the control levels."

Katie sighed, realising she would have Brad and Ray clinging to her wrist once a minute until she could calm herself naturally. She closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing.

"No," exclaimed Brad, startling the schoolgirl's eyes open. "No relaxation techniques. Eyes open and breath normally. This is important."

Katie wanted to say sorry but instead she simply obeyed. Despite the uneasiness she had felt at being treated like an object she knew the assignment was going well. Each time they took her pulse, each boy smiled and she had smiled in turn, knowing their project would be a success.

It took five minutes for Brad and Ray to be satisfied she had returned to the control level. She had stood as still as she could and simply looked at the far wall, every now and then glancing around the room a little, careful not to meet anyone's eye. She could tell people were looking at her, she could see them in her peripheral vision, faceless blurs, but she knew they were looking her way, wondering what she was doing, judging her.

"That's it for today. Pack up your things and we'll pick this up next week. I encourage you to think about your projects, refine your design. The following week will be presentations. Each group will give a five minute presentation with two minutes for questions. OK, kits back to the front," Mr. Shaw finished just as the bell was ringing.

Brad and Ray packed up their books and left the room, leaving Katie to collect all the items from their kit and return it to the front. She blushed furiously as, now that she was alone and no longer under the scrutiny of Brad and Ray, she realised that she had been used and then discarded as if she was nothing. She didn't mean anything to her lab partners beyond the role she had played in the experiment. The demeaning role, she knew. There was nothing she could do now but she cursed herself for a weak pussy for not stopping it sooner. It didn't have to be that way. They could all have taken turns.

The thought of pussy as she returned to her table, made her think of the dildo in her bag. She had not kept an eye on her bag all lesson. She even had her eyes closed at one point, completely oblivious to her surroundings. She was sure her bag wasn't in the same place. What if someone had looked inside? She tried to tell herself it was purely paranoia, but as she left the classroom, she couldn't shake the terrible feeling that her dildo had been discovered.

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"Sit."

Katie fidgeted with the strap of her bag as she sat in the chair across from her owner. She had been so happy when she received a text instructing her to meet Lauren in the library during lunch. She hadn't talked with her for so long, not even to her cam and she missed her. It was a hard thing to accept but she had decided that running from the way she felt was stupid and even disrespectful to her owner.

She had been so excited, a tiny shiver had rocked her body, the familiar, though still unqualified, tingling of her spine had made her hands tremble. Just seeing who the text was from, just seeing the words 'My Owner' on the screen of her phone had sent her belly tossing and turning. But now she was here, with Lauren sitting across from her, she was anxious. The single word her owner had spoken filled Katie with trepidation.

"I don't know what happened in economics," Lauren began, reading from a piece of paper she unfolded. "It was amazing but scary too. I couldn't control what was happening. It was almost like when my owner made me cum but there was nothing touching my pussy but my panties but I could feel it in my whole body, like I was going to burst and like there was electricity inside me."

"Miss it wasn't an orgasm. I didn't come Miss, honest. I don't know what happened, but I didn't come, really I didn't."

The words tumbled from Katie before she could stop them. Lauren had read from last night's blog, and Katie could tell but the tone of her voice that she was not impressed. She knew she shouldn't have just blurted out what she had, but the thought that Lauren suspected her of such a serious breach of discipline as to come without permission had made her frantic.

"Finished?"

"Yes Miss, sorry."

"I know you didn't come Kitty. I don't think even a slut like you can come from a daydream. What I want to know is, what were you thinking about when this happened, hmmm. That little detail you managed to leave out."

"Um," Katie stalled, knowing she was trapped. She had no real choice but to tell the truth. Why was she so upset by the prospect? "I was thinking of you Miss."

"Cheeky monkey," Lauren said, smiling at the nervous schoolgirl sitting across from her.

She wasn't mad! Her owner wasn't upset. She had made herself crazy over nothing. Lauren knew she wouldn't come without permission. Her owner knew her better than that. She wouldn't be so bad. Katie felt suddenly very silly and terribly self-conscious, the familiar flush filling her cheeks.

"You shouldn't leave things like that out of your blog Kitty, but you'll learn. Have you thought about it since?"

"Um, a little Miss, not really. I kind of didn't want to."

"Why?"

"Um, I... Miss," Katie paused for a second and looked around the room, thankful that no one was near. "Miss, how do you know I'm a slut?"

"Seriously Kitty?"

"Miss I know I am, I'm not trying to get out of it, honest. it's just..."

"Kitty, you sound as if you think you're in trouble. You really are adorable. Ok, how do I know you're a slut? The same way you do Kitty. Your body tells me more than you ever could. Tell me, what's your pussy like right now."

"Wet, Miss."

"You can feel it right? Creamy too?"

"Yes Miss," Katie replied, blushing furiously and looking furtively around the room.

"Since your training has begun your sexual appetite has been incredibly high. This is the mark of a slut. Tell me Kitty, how often do you think about sex?"

"Um a lot, Miss."

"Right and it's when nothing sexual is going on too."

"Yes Miss," Katie admitted, wondering how Lauren knew. She had always thought about sex, but not like this, not so much and it had never affected her like this. She sometimes couldn't concentrate on anything else going on around her so intense were her feelings. When Lauren was around it was near uncontrollable.

"It's more than just that though Kitty. It is in the way you move your whole body, the way you walk, sit, stand and talk. It's so obvious. But you know all this don't you?"

"Yes Miss," Katie replied obediently, hanging her head in shame, not able to look Lauren in the eye. She knew what she was thinking and she was afraid those pale blue eyes would look into her soul and reveal, to them both, who she was, afraid they would strip away all of her protections.

"So..." Lauren prompted, leaning back on her chair and twirling her finger in the air.

"Um," Katie began before she suddenly jumped back in her chair. Something had slid up her leg, but when she glanced under the desk all she saw was Lauren's bare foot tapping the ground.

"Back in close to the desk Kitty. Closer. Come forward on your chair. Good girl. Now continue."

Katie was now seated as close as she could get to the table. The thick edge actually pushed into her belly a little uncomfortably. She had scooted her ass forward on the chair and opened her legs slightly, her pussy now hanging at the very edge of the chair. Only a second passed before she felt the gentle pressure of her owner's bare toes press into her panty-covered mound.

Moist lips parted as a soft gasp escaped her.  She was supposed to be talking but she couldn't think of anything but the insistent pressure between her legs. She could feel Lauren's toes pushing her panties inside her, forcing the damp material past her slick lips and into her the moist pink folds of her vagina. It was the first time she had wanted her shorts to be shorter and tighter. Lauren's foot had simply slipped to one side of the outer layer of denim.

"Kitty?"

"Sorry... Miss," the schoolgirl panted. "Um... I guess that, um... It's all... Um Miss, I..."

"Why did you not want to think about what happened?" Lauren prompted.

"Miss I," Katie stopped, her hands gripping the table, her knuckles turning white, as Lauren's questing toes found the schoolgirl's hard, pulsing clit beneath her panties.

"Miss I, didn't want... because I don't... it's just that I didn't know and I didn't want to just be that."

"Make sense. This is the exact reason we are here in the first place. And you asked me why," Lauren said incredulously. "You can't even collect yourself for five seconds to answer a question.”

Katie didn't know what to do. Her mind just wasn't working. It was all she could do not to moan loudly each time she opened her mouth to speak. A soft noise to her right made her look. Two girls were looking at the bookshelves only six feet away. The potential for discovery and the humiliation it would cause, was just the catalyst Katie needed to regain her composure.

"Miss I guess I didn't want to think about it because I didn't want to know that I am a slut. I mean I know that I am one but I didn't want for that to just be everything."

"Kitty you are a slut. It is what you are. You couldn't not be a girl could you?"

"No Miss," Katie replied a little confused, the casual movements at her crotch preventing her from focusing entirely.

"Well you have as much chance of not being a slut as you have of not being a girl. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You are so delicious Kitty, so cute and adorable and being a slut has everything to do with that."

"So, um Miss, it's alright with you? I mean you don't think..."

Ah, though Lauren, and so we come to the heart of the issue. She had been able to see the conflict in her young slave but she hadn't quite been able to put her finger on the reasons. So she was worried that the way her body was responding to her training would in some way make Lauren think worse of her. She really was the most gorgeous little thing.

Lauren was sure there was a lot more to it, after all, coming to terms with the fact that you are a slut, something which you had never before contemplated, must be confusing in itself. She had seen Katie wrestle with that dilemma but she hadn't realised how deeply seated it had become, and that it had manifested itself as a search for approval. Lauren wasn't quite sure what it all meant, but she smiled beatifically as she thought of the possibilities.

"Kitty, I want you just the way you are. Sluts are highly prized and you are mine. Your cunt is a work of art. Taste it now and tell me you don't agree."

Katie blushed at the thought, but that did not stop her hand from sliding under the table and between her legs. Her fingers pushed their way between the tight band of her shorts and panties and the soft skin of her lower belly. The young girl shivered as her fingers met the top of her slick slit. She could still feel her owner's foot resting against her inner thigh as she forced her hand lower until two fingers slipped between her lips and curled up inside her, questing for the cream she knew was there.

She kept her fingers curled into her palm as she withdrew her hand and lifted it as casually as she could to her mouth. She smelt her musky scent long before her fingers reached her mouth, and disappeared inside without pause. Her eyes had not left Lauren's the entire time. She was captivated by the pale turquoise orbs, unable to look away. She saw the small smile curl her owner's mouth as she savoured the taste of her sex.

"Kitty, you will be coming to stay with me this weekend. Friday afternoon you will catch the bus to my house and you will stay until Sunday night. Inform your parents."

"Yes Miss," Katie replied, quickly taking her, now clean, fingers from her mouth and hiding them under the table. She didn't want to be reminded of what she had just done. While it had been happening she had thought of nothing else, but now the wave of shame crashed over her as she looked around the room, reminding herself there were other people here. They weren't at home behind locked doors now.

The thought of spending time with her owner, so much time, left her breathless. She craved it, wanting nothing more, but it also filled her with trepidation. She had no idea what Lauren had planned, she could not even imagine, but the thought both excited and scared her. The training her owner had begun was progressing, Katie was sure, but she also knew that it would happen much more rapidly when she spent time alone with her owner.

"Kitty you have made my toes all sticky. Clean them before the bell rings, I have something to do before lunch finishes."

Katie looked at Lauren, her eyes widening at the thought of what she had been commanded to do. There were still at least ten people in the room and the anxious schoolgirl was sure every one of them would see what she was doing, know instinctively the degrading task she was performing. She pushed her chair back and with a deep breath, crawled under the table. She had to try and use her body to shield Lauren's feet, but that would mean that people would be able to see her butt. The alternative, though, was much worse.

Her owner's bare foot tapped the carpet beneath the table, waiting for her slave to begin her service. Katie did not want to do this. She had kissed Lauren's feet before but this was different, this was at school where she could be seen. She slowly lowered herself closer to the ground and snaked her tongue towards her owner's foot.

The moment her tongue touched bare flesh, she threw herself into her task, licking and kissing each of Lauren's toes. She could taste not only the familiar tang of her pussy, but also her owner's sweat and the carpet of the library floor. Lauren pivoted her foot on her heel, lifting her toes in the air so Katie could take each one into her mouth.

The young girl continued to lick and suckle until she heard a sharp click from above. Lauren had snapped her fingers, the signal for her slave to stop. As if crawling under a table to lick your own cunt juice off another girl's feet wasn't humiliating enough, now she was being treated like an animal, forced to respond to clicks. What was next? Whistles?

The red-faced schoolgirl scrambled out from under the desk and took her seat, not daring to look around the room. She glanced at Lauren as she self-consciously removed a few fibres that clung to her moist lips. She pushed her tongue against her lips, forcing what felt like a hair towards the front of her mouth. She didn't want to look at what it was, wiping it against her chair once she had plucked it from her wriggling tongue.

"I have a present for you Kitty," said Lauren, sliding a package across the desk.

"Thank you Miss," Katie said, a little overwhelmed at the unexpected gesture.

"They are for your morning run. You can wear your others when you walk Max."

"Thank you very much Miss," Katie said as she touched the package carefully. Lauren knew how she was feeling with only one exercise outfit to wear. Her owner had seen her need and she had provided for her. Katie did not know what to say. There was a catch in her throat as she opened her mouth to speak.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing Miss, it's just... Thank you so much."

"Well Kitty, did you get me anything?" Lauren smiled at the stricken look on the young girl's face.

"Um, no Miss," Katie barely managed to whisper in sudden despair at the thought of upsetting Lauren.

"Really my little slave. Not even a kiss?"

"Oh," said Katie, a little embarrassed. Lauren had just been teasing her. But they were in the middle of the library, there was no way she could kiss her owner here. "Miss we, um," Katie hesitated looking around the room at the other students.

"Come."

Katie followed Lauren to the back of the library, they passed Sumeria, and kept on going. Lauren led her to the deepest part of the library, where piles of books sat unordered. Katie watched, her cheeks warming as Lauren leaned backwards over a trolley covered with books, and slowly lifted up her skirt.

A quiet thrill tingled through the schoolgirl’s body as the toned thighs of her owner were revealed inch by inch, until the first glimpse of bright orange panties emerged like the rising sun. Her heart was beating rapidly and her pussy was on fire. Lauren was so beautiful. As the skirt was raised a little higher, the mesmerised schoolgirl stared at the tiny mound that lay behind the thin layer of orange material.

"You owe me a kiss Kitty," said Lauren sensuously, parting her legs just a little and sliding a hand casually across her panty-clad pussy.

Katie's stomach flipped upside down as she sank to her knees before her owner. She leaned forward without thinking, pushing her soft lips against Lauren's panties, feeling the delicate lips beneath. Lauren reached down and pulled her panties aside. Katie's mouth darted in immediately, her pursed lips gently touching Lauren's compact labia.

The young girl covered the smooth flesh with dozens of tiny kisses. She had to bite back her own passion and keep her tongue in her mouth. It kept trying to dart past her teeth, but Lauren had told her only to kiss. She couldn't help the feelings that rose inside her, the urges that she could barely contain. This was part of her being a slut she realised, but even after Lauren's talk she still felt oddly about it, the strange lack of control she seemed to have over her own emotions making her question everything. These actions were not her choice after all, and even though this was technically true, it was becoming something more remote and less important with each passing day.

"Good girl," Lauren said, patting the kneeling teenager's head. Katie smiled, despite the mild discomfort she felt as Lauren pulled her to her feet by her hair. She had pleased her owner and the pride and joy she felt in those two small words made her heart ache.

Without a further word, Lauren walked away, leaving Katie breathing heavily and tingling with delight. She watched her owner walk down the aisle, her hips sashaying  sexily in the pretty black pleated skirt. She could not wait for Friday.