My Very Own

Chapter 14. Tossed In Slumbers

Katie could not believe how quickly time had passed, though she was sure she understood why. She remembered back to Wednesday when Lauren had told her what the coming weekend would hold. She ran now, her breathing coming in harsh gasps as she focused on keeping her speed, despite the distractions. She remembered the thrill that had electrified her entire body when her owner had explained there would be another sleepover, only this time it would be at Lauren's house. She would be with Lauren for two days and nights and the possibilities had raged within her. She hadn't thought too much about what would happen, about what indignities Lauren had planned, it was the knowledge that she would be with her owner again that excited and consumed her.

Every waking moment since the revelation had been made had increased the anticipation she felt. Time had seemed to fly for the young girl, the passing hours a blur of half-forgotten motion. She followed her schedule faithfully and did her best to stay out of trouble and be as inconspicuous as possible. She had succeeded more often than she had failed, but each night she had owed Lauren time that she had squandered throughout the day.

Katie ran her proscribed route, the crisp morning air causing a chill in her bare flesh despite the heat her body produced. Her nipples were hard, as they were every time she exercised, but her mornings were now worse. Lauren's present, that had so excited Katie, had been a new exercise outfit: small tight shorts and halter top. The pale, pastel blue colour was lovely, the highly elastic material of the halter top clung to her body, highlighting the schoolgirl's fine-boned delicacy that was only enhanced by the ample bosom. What she had realised after her first run in her new outfit, was the way the light-coloured material increased the visibility of her stiff nipples. There was no way, in this outfit, that the hard buds that tipped each breast could be missed, even at a distance.

It was the shorts, however, that had caused Katie the most distress. They were no more brief than the black pair she already owned, the waistband sitting well below her hips, exposing a wide band of bare flesh across her belly and chest, it was another feature that the young girl was so deeply humiliated by. The seam of the shorts ran directly through her crotch, placed so that when the tight garment was pulled snugly against her body, her labia were split, each plump lip separated and cupped by the baby-blue material.

She had not noticed until she returned from her run Thursday morning. It had only been as she peeled the small shorts from her body that she realised what had happened. She had confirmed it as she dressed that morning. The shape of her pussy was clear, each sensual curve visible as if the shorts had simply been painted on. She had tried to reposition the seam, but by the time she had reached the bottom of the stairs, it had once again slipped back between her lips. Katie remembered the nauseating flush of heat that burst in her body at the realisation of what she had shown the previous day, and of what she would display again today, and every morning until her owner decided otherwise.

The other joggers and walkers had looked at her before, she had felt their hungry glares, but now she was almost flashing her bare sex at them. She honestly hadn't known if she could leave the house the way she was. She had seriously contemplated removing the outfit and putting on her black set. Yet here she was. She was more desperate than ever to keep running, hoping that if she moved quickly enough it would be more difficult to see her lascivious display. She hadn't dared to look at anyone coming her way but she knew they devoured her barely covered young body. She couldn't bear to have her suspicions confirmed and continued to stare at the pavement until she reached the familiar patch near her house.

She had made it home from another run, another tiring, humiliating experience that she could only hope was making her better. She didn't mind the exercise now, the way her body felt was exciting, but she wished, with all her heart, that she could be allowed to wear something more substantial. Wearing what was, in essence, underwear didn't make her run any faster or better. She had felt sexy in her black shorts and top, even though they were so revealing, but her new outfit was too much.

Katie did not stop moving at speed until she was back in her room. She could not risk her parents seeing her this way, the shape of her most intimate part so clearly displayed by the clothing she wore. In a way it was worse than being naked. Her clothes were supposed to be her protection and yet she so often felt they were part of her torment. She felt sexy, but she also felt wrong and the confusion caused by the conflict of such opposite emotions was making her head ache.

The extremely short, cold shower, helped but she was immediately caught back in the emotional whirlwind as she brought herself so very close to orgasm using her fingers and vibrator, as her schedule demanded. She couldn't stop the feelings and she could not embrace them. She knew Lauren was right, she knew she was a slut but it was a hard thing to accept, even after she had her owner's approval. Everyone said it was so wrong and yet it felt so right, especially when Lauren was with her.

The morning passed like any other: Katie trying hard to focus on her schoolwork and her schedule, while a constant stream of sexual imagery flickered through her mind like a filthy film reel. Her classes passed, lunch passed. She talked with Miranda but remembered not a word. The bell ringing at the end of class was like a peal for freedom, heralding a weekend with her owner for which she had yearned, for what felt like an eternity. She wouldn't be catching the bus with Lauren, her owner was once again running home while Katie caught the bus. She had been given very specific instructions and she would need to follow them to the letter.

She wasn't used to Lauren's bus and she was forced to sit up the front with the younger students. She felt a little foolish but at least there was no Pierre. She had to count the stops to Lauren's as she didn't really know the streets, trying to block out the whispers of the young boys, who she knew were talking about her. Katie scurried off the bus and quickly made her way to her owner's house. She had to go around the back of the house and enter the laundry. Lauren had said the door would be unlocked and it was. She locked it behind her, placed her bag by the door and looked for the note she had been told would instruct her further.

Kitty

Remove your clothes and fold them neatly. Place them through the cat-door. Remove your dildo and insert it in your pussy. Kneel and wait

Your Owner

Katie turned the small piece of paper over and then read the missive again, and then again. The instructions were nothing if not clear, but how could she do this? There was a window in the door behind her, through which she could be easily seen. The lock on the door really seemed like no protection at all. The suddenly anxious schoolgirl looked around the small room, though what she thought she would see she did not know. She listened intently though she could hear no sound from the house or the yard, only the faint sound of children playing in a far off street. She was sure Lauren's mother was not home, she would never have told her to do this if she was. She had to trust her owner, no matter how hard it may seem.

Her mind made up that obedience was her only option she quickly removed the small floral pattern blouse, bra, skirt and panties. Her shoes and socks followed and she soon had a neat and tidy little pile that she clung to desperately. This was the moment of no return. Well not really, if she heard someone coming she could always just reach through the tiny cat-door and retrieve her clothes, she would just have to be sure that she didn't push them too far in.

Her plan set, she pushed the small bundle through the little plastic door and watched as it flapped back into place. She heard a tiny click as it came back and rested in its frame. In a moment of overwhelming fear she pressed the little door, afraid of what she would find. She pushed gently at first, then harder as her fears were confirmed.

The door would not budge. Her plan was in tatters. She was now naked and helpless, with no way to retrieve her clothing. She pushed harder on the small cat door, before giving it up as a lost cause. Her hands flew in panic to the door handle but the cool metal knob simply rattled in her hand. She had no way of entering the house, no way of retrieving her only protection and no way to get more. She looked around the room, her eyes darting frantically for a way of escape. She trembled like a tiny animal caught in a cage, her eyes wide and shining with the first hint of tears as panic gripped her.

Trust! The word burst into her mind, like a huge neon sign, five feet long and luminous. She had to trust her owner. She wasn't in any danger. She was in a locked room, a tiny room but it was secure. No one could get in, but nor could she leave. She was caught in the room as securely as if she had been tied as tightly as she had been the last time she and Lauren had been together. It was only as her situation became clear, that she remembered the rest of the note. Her breathing began to calm, now that her predicament had been accepted. She retrieved her dildo from her bag, her ever-constant companion. It was only then that she realised that multiple sets of clothing had lain only inches away. The memory of the panic that had gripped her only moments before made her face flush with embarrassment. How could she be so stupid?

Her fate now sealed, she wasted no time in kneeling on the smooth, tiled floor, reaching back to slide the hard glass shaft inside her. She moaned softly as the ridged intruder slipped past her slick lips with almost no resistance. She lowered herself slowly to the floor, holding the dildo steady until she heard a soft clink that told her she was in position. Katie spread her legs a little wider and slowly lowered her body further, not stopping until her fleshy buttocks rested comfortably on the soles of her feet.

The naked schoolgirl moaned again as the next glassy globe was forced inside her. She placed her hands behind her back and slowly straightened her posture, pushing her shoulders back and looking forlornly at the door. Her worries were now over, all she had to do was wait. There was no need for her to do anything but wait obediently for her owner to arrive. Lauren had seen to everything. All Katie had to do was follow orders. The young girl's fear slowly evaporated as she thought of Lauren: how strong she was, how confident and sure of herself, how she looked after her possessions, of which Katie was now one, how pretty she was, how her lithe body moved with an almost feline grace, how her smooth pussy felt under her tongue.

Katie quickly realised her thoughts had reached their inevitable destination. No matter where they started, they always came back to one thing. Her breasts shuddered deliciously as she lowered her buttocks back to the floor. Wait! What the fuck, the young girl yelled silently. She had been gently fucking herself on her dildo as she daydreamed.

Katie paled at the thought. The humiliating discovery that she had actually been fucking her dildo as she thought of Lauren was quickly eclipsed by the sudden fear that flew up her spine like an icy chill. She had been masturbating without permission. Lauren liked that she was a slut, but not when it meant she misbehaved. When she told her owner she would be in trouble, and she had to tell her. This was big and if she kept it to herself, she knew it was like lying and that was wrong. Lauren would know anyway, she just seemed to always know when her slave had done wrong.

Katie vowed to remain still, staring at the shining silver doorknob, willing it to turn. How long had she been here? She realised she had no idea. Her legs were cold from the tiles on which she knelt and she tried to move slightly to alleviate the discomfort in her knees. She felt the unyielding shaft of the dildo move inside her and froze. She did not want those sensations to  begin again. Well she did, delicious as they were, but she could not afford to be distracted by them. She needed to focus on being good for her owner, not sating her arousal like some undisciplined slut.

A noise. Katie's eyes widened as she tilted her head to listen. Yes a definite noise, from inside the house. Every instinct screamed at her to move, to find someplace to hide. But there was nowhere for the anxious young girl to go. She stayed perfectly still, her eyes glued to the door in front of her.

More noises. Were those footsteps? A voice? The kitchen was on the other side of the door, that she knew, but she had no idea of the layout of the rest of the house. It had to be Lauren, home from her run. But what if it wasn't? What if it was Lauren's mother? Or her father? Katie paled at the thought of being caught in this position but stayed where she was. No, it had to be her owner and she had to be in position, waiting obediently.

Minutes passed and Katie began to wonder if she had imagined the sounds from inside the house. How long would she have to wait here, naked but for her collar. The shiny metal band that sat around her throat made her feel somehow even more naked and exposed. It was the only tangible evidence that she was the property of another person. Other changes had been made sure, her pussy had been denuded and her hairstyle changed drastically, but her collar was the only thing that she could not escape for even a second, the symbol that she was the possession of another.

She hadn't realised she had been so preoccupied by such thoughts, but she jumped when the door opened in front of her. She heard her dildo scrape against the hard tiles as she moved, feeling the movement deep inside her, and grunted softly as the hard shaft pushed against the delicate folds of her vagina.

Katie smiled, the joy at seeing her owner coursing through her entire body. The discomfort in her legs was forgotten as she looked up at Lauren. Her owner was framed in the doorway, wearing only a pair of pretty rainbow striped panties and a tight black singlet that looked two sizes too small for her. She marvelled at the way the shirt clung to the slim girl's small breasts and longed to run her hands across the soft skin of her belly, exposed between the low cut panties and the small shirt.

She said nothing and moved not a muscle as Lauren watched her, hoping that she would be found pleasing. Her heart ached as she saw the approving smile curl her owner's mouth. Katie longed to see that alluring smile, but knowing it was because of her, knowing that she had made her owner happy, made her want to burst. Her entire body tingled with the pent-up energy that the sight of her owner had generated.

"Hello pussywhistle," Lauren said, kneeling down and gently caressing the outer curve of Katie's left breast.

"Hello Miss."

"Been waiting long?"

"Oh no Miss," she replied as Lauren walked around the kneeling girl.

"Eyes forward Kitty. Straighten up. I think far too much of your mind is spent between your legs, too much time thinking about pleasing yourself and not enough on pleasing those who matter. Do you think that is accurate?"

"Yes Miss," Katie conceded, knowing, much to her dismay, that Lauren was right.

"It's something we will work on Kitty. I suppose it is a little too much to expect from such a slut so early in her training."

"Thank you Miss."

"For what?" Lauren asked, with genuine curiosity.

"Um, for being so understanding with me Miss."

This cute little cunt was a real piece of work, Lauren marvelled as she continued to survey the naked form of her slave. That sentiment had been completely sincere, there was no hyperbole, no humouring of a superior. She really was thankful that her shortcomings were, while not quite forgiven, at least accounted for.

"Well Kitty, let's get you inside," Lauren said stepping to one side to allow Katie access to the house. The young girl waited as Lauren attached a leash to her collar. The heavy-metal butterflies in her belly fluttered and flipped as the delicate chain fell against her breast. The intensity of the sudden emotion was too much for the young girl to process. Her entire body shook in a series of tiny shivers.

What the hell was that, she thought, bewildered by her response. She had felt a pulse in her pussy as the leash was attached but it wasn't just that, she had felt it through her entire body. Her skin tingled and itched as if she had been rolling naked in the grass. She just didn't understand and, right now, she didn’t really know if she wanted to.

'You'd better clean that little toy first. Can't have you making a mess of my house."

Katie eased herself up slowly, as her owner reached between her legs and slid the dildo from her pussy with a soft slurping sound. The naked schoolgirl moaned as her plump lips relinquished the glass intruder that had seemed to become a part of her as she waited. She kneeled obediently as Lauren brought the dildo to her mouth. Katie licked her cream from the dildo with relish, lapping the thick white smears as her owner twirled the glass shaft so the young girl could reach each and every part of its length.

"Oh my, Kitty. You have made a mess. Hurry up and clean it, you have duties to perform."

Katie turned around as Lauren tugged insistently on the leash, guiding the young girl around in a circle. She saw what her owner had mentioned and blushed at the sight. Her cream had trickled down her dildo and had left a tiny puddle of white on the dark-grey tiles of the laundry. She wasted no time, quickly lowering her face to the floor, her tongue stretching out to lap her sexual ooze. She only succeeded in pushing her cream around the smooth surface and quickly realised what she needed to do. She pursed her lips, pressed them into the tiny puddle and slurped.

Katie felt the familiar heat rise through her chest and neck and upwards into her face. The humiliation the sounds of her cleaning efforts produced did not slow her down. The floor was clean in a matter of moments and she quickly resumed her kneeling position, though now she was facing away from the house.

Lauren gave a short sharp whip of a whistle and walked into the house. Katie followed, spinning herself around as the leash tugged at her collar, crawling into the house behind her owner. The tiles were hard on her knees but she made no sound of complaint, accepting that it was her place and she was where Lauren wanted her to be.

"My parents are away for the weekend Kitty so we have the place to ourselves. So my little slut, what would you like to do first?"

Katie knelt in front of the couch on which Lauren reclined. The leash ran in a gentle curve from the young girl's collar to the hand of her lounging classmate. It was not pulled tight but she felt as safely secured as if restrained with the ropes she knew lurked somewhere in the house. The carpet was kinder to her knees, softer and warmer, and Katie was thankful for the small comfort.

"May I eat your pussy please Miss," Katie asked timidly, hoping she wasn't being too bold, hoping that it was what her owner wanted to here.

"You are a cheeky little slut but an afternoon snack sounds like a good idea. You mustn't be too greedy though Kitty. You must learn to put your owner first. You may kiss my feet."

Katie stifled the urge to correct Lauren. She had been thinking of her. Yes she did want to lick her owner, the thought not causing her the distress it would have done only days ago, but she wanted to do it to bring pleasure to her owner. She was trying really hard to please, knowing it was the only truly important thing in her life now. She put aside these thoughts and leaned down to kiss Lauren's feet. She pushed her soft lips gently against her owner's flesh, knowing how she liked her feet to be kissed. After a few delicate touches she felt a pull on her leash. Katie followed the pressure, kissing the delicate ankle then moving slowly up Lauren's leg as the leash was pulled tighter.

The young girl passed the knee and lingered at the soft flesh of Lauren's thigh, her owner's pussy tantalising close. She darted a glance at the panty-clad mound only inches from her face as she continued to kiss the tender skin of the thigh. She tried her best to focus on her kisses, but her destination was so teasingly close that she longed to just slide a few inches to her left and bring the pleasure to her owner that she knew she deserved. Katie enjoyed the game that she knew Lauren was playing with her. The anticipation made her chest tight, a spreading warmth quickly enveloping the young girl’s naked body, staving off the gooseflesh that had threatened to appear as the afternoon wore on and the cool air of twilight caressed her bare flesh.

"Panties off Kitty."

Katie reached up, slipped her fingers into the waistband of the colourful underwear and slowly slid them down her owner's sinuous legs. Lauren began the insistent pressure once again, shortening the leash and slowly pulling Katie up her leg, allowing her to rest on her left thigh once again, delighting in the gentle kisses that the young girl bestowed upon the smooth skin of her leg. Lauren increased the pressure on the leash and Katie's belly flipped as she realised her mouth would soon be on her owner's pussy. Just as her pursed lips were about to make contact with Lauren's slim labia, her head was jerked to the side, directed to the other thigh. Katie clenched her hands in frustration, pushing the tight fists into the small of her back.

Her owner's teasing had raised the naked schoolgirl's anticipation to fever pitch. She could smell the object of her desire, she knew how close it was. She longed to close her mouth over Lauren's smooth pussy. She wanted nothing more than to slide her tongue across the soft folds of her owner's tight slit. She wanted to feel the wetness she knew waited for her, she wanted to taste the arousal of her classmate, knowing that she was the reason for it. She knew this meant she was a lesbian, something she had fought against but she no longer cared. A soft whine escaped the young girl's lips as Lauren once again teased her, pulling her close to her sex only to pull her head away at the last minute.

"What do you want?" Lauren asked, looking the panting schoolgirl in the eye as she held her eager face from her pussy.

"Please Miss," said Katie, her answer a breathy, passion-filled whisper, "please may I eat your pussy for you."

"How can I resist something so adorable," replied Lauren, a lascivious smile on her face as she tugged forcefully on the leash and pulled the young girl’s face onto her sex.

Katie's enthusiasm was matched only by her clumsy inexperience as she licked and sucked the tight teenage pussy of her owner. Despite the homework she had been set, her technique was no more refined than it had been the week before. What she lacked in skill, she made up for in sheer vivacity as she set her mouth to pleasuring her owner.

When she knew more about what she was doing, she would truly amazing, Lauren mused as her desire grew and crested under the attentions of the eager young girl that she owned. She had much training to do, but now was not the time. She had wanted this all week. She had sated her own lust many times, the knowledge that her slave had not, only heightening her own orgasms.

What Katie did to her, how she felt with that young tongue licking and lapping with such fervour, was something on another level entirely. Lauren clenched her hands around the leash, pulling as tight as she could, mashing Katie's face into her crotch as her hips bucked uncontrollably. Lauren's orgasm crashed upon her, a seemingly endless series of ecstasy-filled breakers filling her body until she was near exhaustion. Only when she began to giggle from the unceasing attentions of the young girl, did she release the pressure on the leash.

Katie eased herself back slightly, though continuing to slide her tongue over Lauren's slick labia. She slid her hands behind her back, blushing at the realisation that they had moved during her owner's orgasm. She had been jerked forward, her face crushed mercilessly into the sweet sex and her hands had moved forward, pushing against the edge of the couch to provide her with a little source of control. It had done nothing anyway, she had struggled to breathe, such was Lauren's strength.

She was panting heavily but she was happy, proud that she had provided her owner with such pleasure. She knew from Lauren's light giggling, that she had done her job and smiled to hear the infectious joy in her classmate’s uncontrollable laughter. She kept her tongue working slowly, lapping in long languid strokes from top to bottom. She could feel her own torrid pussy pulsing between her legs, the heat she produced a scalding pressure that she could just imagine was turning her cream to steam.

"Good girl, Kitty. I think you need some more homework though. A slave seeks always to improve and cuteness and instinct will only get you so far. Tomorrow we will work on your technique. Won't that be fun Kitty, learning to use that slutty little mouth properly?"

"Yes Miss," replied Katie, the happiness she felt at pleasing her owner, not entirely able to be dashed by the admonishment of her lack of skill.

"Go and get your bag and take it to my room. Remove your clothes, hang your blouses and skirts in the space provided and place the rest of your clothes underneath. Open."

Katie opened her mouth for Lauren to insert the handle of her leash. The chain now dangled down between her breasts and banged lightly against her soft globes as she hurried out to the laundry to fetch her bag. She glanced quickly at her owner as she scurried through the lounge on her way upstairs. Lauren had her panties back on and lay back on the couch as if asleep. She looked so beautiful and so peaceful that the young girl almost stopped to watch.

Katie found the small section of Lauren's closet that had been allocated to her and quickly hung up the clothes needed it and placed the rest neatly folded underneath. Lauren had chosen each piece in a long list she had posted to Dressing Kitty. Katie had wondered at some of Lauren's choices but she had no idea what the weekend would hold so she had no right to question.

Her clothes put away, she placed her near-empty bag by the door, more conscious than ever of her nudity. She wore nothing but a collar and leash and handling her own clothes, being so near to Lauren's, made her feel incredibly vulnerable at not being allowed even the most meagre of coverings. She hurried back downstairs, wanting to be back by her owner's side, but also not wanting to dwell on such maudlin thoughts. She had tried to completely banish certain words from her mind, but every now and then one crept back in. Nothing that happened to her was unfair. What happened to her was what Lauren desired, which meant it was what she deserved. If she was not allowed clothing, it was just the way it was. Accepting it was all she could do.

"Fetch me a drink of water," Lauren commanded, once Katie had stood to attention beside the couch.

"Yes Miss," Katie replied around the leash in her mouth.

"Simple commands do not require you to open your mouth Kitty."

"Sorry Miss."

"Why are you still here?"

Katie scurried from the room, her emotions now in turmoil. She had done well, she had thought, bringing Lauren to orgasm so quickly. She knew she had a lot to learn but she had really tried and she knew Lauren had been happy with her. Had she somehow fucked up since then, or was this just part of being owned.

"Wrong glass, Kitty. When I want a drink of water, you are to fill a tall clear glass with cold water from the jug in the fridge."

Katie frowned, but turned back to the kitchen and searched for the type of glass Lauren had described. She soon found what she thought was right, a slim glass, tall and clear. She tipped the other water into the sink and filled the new glass afresh. The naked schoolgirl was quickly back in the lounge, stood by the couch and waited for her owner to acknowledge her. She held the glass in her right hand and kept her left behind her back in an attempt to stay as much in position as she could. Lauren was reading a magazine and had not even looked glanced at her. It was at least two minutes before her owner deigned to look her way.

"Kitty, from now on when you bring something to me you will kneel before presenting it to me."

Katie sank to her knees as gracefully as she could with the glass in one hand and the chain leash bobbing against the soft curves of her chest. Lauren looked her over, appraising her body and the position she had adopted. Katie felt the gaze like a physical force, the ethereal blue eyes of her owner piercing through her defences and laying bare her very soul. She wanted to look away, to lower her eyes for just a second, but she could not. She was held, mesmerised by the power of her classmate, captivated by the very sight of her. She felt tiny and insignificant, desperately wanting to do right, but knowing that she could not. The very thought of failing Lauren made her chest tighten in despair, but knowing that she had disappointed her owner, caused small, salty tears to well in the young girl's eyes.

Lauren accepted the offered drink, swallowing a mouthful before handing it back to the waiting teenager. So Katie was also to act as the table, holding her owner's drink until she required it. The thought made her belly flutter and she wondered again, just what it meant.

"Kitty, are you hungry?"

"Yes Miss," the kneeling girl replied, sure that this would lead to her mouth being used for something other than food.

"Third shelf in the pantry there are some crackers. Get them. Leave the glass on the coaster." Katie did as she was told and returned in moments with the small box of crackers.

"Get a plate Kitty, you aren't going to eat them straight from the box."

A little frustrated with the constant series of orders sending her back and forth to the kitchen, Katie located a small side-plate and returned, kneeling down next to the couch once more. She held out the plate, unsure of her next move, waiting for Lauren to tell her what to do.

"Put the plate down. I don't want it. It's for you. Take out five crackers and place them on the plate. Close the packet, Kitty. Do you want them to go stale?" Lauren said, a hint of exasperation creeping into her voice, causing Katie to cringe.

As Katie finished with the box of crackers, Lauren reached out and retrieved the handle of the leash, curling it around her body, securing the naked schoolgirl but leaving her hands free. Katie was glad to have the leash out of her mouth but the strange sensation in her belly did not leave her. The very act of being leashed affected her deeply.

"Your pussy is a bit of a mess Kitty. Look at how creamy you are and no one has even touched you. Clean your pussy with your crackers. I want that cunt nice and clean. Pick up the glass Kitty, don't be so lazy. You are here to serve."

Katie obediently picked up the glass and held it in her right hand, within easy reach should her owner want a drink. Even while demeaning herself by cleaning and eating the discharge from her sex, she must still serve: that was why she was here. The rapid fire commands had left the young girl reeling, her mind and body now on edge, expecting at any moment yet another snapped instruction. She had a sudden sinking sensation, brought on by thoughts of failure and she was desperate to arrest the dismal descent in any way she could.

She held the glass steady and picked up the first of the dry crackers and scraped it's curved edge along her wet vulva. The small, round cracker came away, liberally smeared with the clumpy white discharge produced so copiously by the aroused teen. Katie looked at Lauren and bit the cracker in half as her owner watched intently. Her cream had moistened the dry biscuit and provided the bland food with a flavour she enjoyed. She still wasn't completely sure that enjoying the taste of your own pussy wasn't an inherently bad thing. It's not like she had any choice: she enjoyed the taste and that was it but she couldn't help that niggling feeling that slunk around in the back of her mind every time she did so.

Katie continued the process until all the crackers were gone from the plate. She had scraped her pussy and thighs clean of her cream but she knew it was only a temporary fix. She had not come for so long. She knew she was a slut, but the fact that she had remained aroused, unable to sate her overwhelming desire had meant she had continued to cream. She wanted to come so badly. Her pussy had throbbed with an almost painful ache as she had pleasured her owner and it was not much better now. Being so close to Lauren, being able to drink in the sight of her owner lying on the couch, wearing almost nothing, the panties and singlet tantalising her by covering the most delectable parts of the pretty teenager.

Katie had run her eyes across Lauren's taut body as she ate the crackers spread with the juice from her own pussy. She couldn't help herself. Every moment they had spent apart had left the young girl yearning for this very closeness. Now that she had been rewarded, finally, she found herself unable to resist the lure of her owner's body.

"I think two more should do it Kitty. Go and wash your hands first, you're not putting those filthy little paws back in that box."

Katie coloured at the command and lowered her eyes in shame. She had been eating the ooze from her own vagina, devouring it eagerly like the slut she was, but Lauren was right to make her wash her hands. No one else wanted to be exposed to her wanton ways.

"Open," Lauren commanded as she placed the handle of the leash back into the waiting girl's mouth. "When you are leashed and you need to leave my side, you always open your mouth and wait obediently. And don't put any teethmarks into that strap. You mark my property, I mark you."

With that warning, Katie scampered into the kitchen to wash her hands, knowing that it was right but feeling dirty at the same time. She quickly returned to the lounge, offered the leash to her owner and removed two more crackers from the box.

"The water is no longer cold. Refill the glass," ordered Lauren.

Katie knew she shouldn't be feeling frustrated but Lauren was running her ragged, barely letting her settle before sending her on another errand. She wasn't sure if she was doing it on purpose, just to tease her, or if this was just how it was for a slave. Her owner's wants and needs were what was important, she needed to remember that. As long as Lauren was happy she should be satisfied. Once she was back, the naked teen made short work of the last two crackers, scraping up the last of her visible cream as she held Lauren's water. Katie was a little bewildered by the whole experience, but she tried to just focus on being obedient as she knew that was the way to Lauren's heart.

"Pussy clean?"

"I think so Miss."

"Yes well, that will do for now. You like your leash don't you Kitty?"

"Yes Miss," Katie replied, a little non-commitally.

"I can already see a little spot of cream again, you little slut. The leash suits you and your body definitely responds. We might go for a walk tomorrow. Would you like that Kitty, to be walked by your owner?"

"Um, yes Miss," Katie replied, a tingling thrill shooting up into her chest at the thought. She blushed at her response. The idea of being walked on a leash in public, like a household pet, both excited and frightened her. She could no longer even trust her own emotions. If she felt this way about something she knew was so obviously wrong, her judgement could no longer be relied upon.

"Ok Kitty, no complaining now, that leash has to come off. You have exercises to do. Over there at the end of the coffee table."

Katie waited as Lauren removed her leash before placing the half-empty glass of water on the table. Her restraint now gone, she threw herself into her exercises, wanting to impress Lauren with how she had improved. Her mind was focused intently between her legs as she counted out the 'creamy pussys' of her first set. Lauren had known what she was right from the start, long before Katie had realised it.

She thought of the slut cream that, even now, slowly leaked between her plump labia. Everything she seemed to do or say or think came, inevitably, back to her pussy. She had become obsessed by it, addicted to it. She tried, but she could not ignore the sensations that flooded her body, all originating in that wet, pink cleft below her belly.

"Kitty wants to please," Katie said, louder than she had all week. She had always tried to be quiet, afraid of being overheard while at home, and the opportunity to say it as loud as she pleased was liberating.

"Kitty, for every second count you will say 'Kitty wants to serve'."

"Yes Miss," Katie panted as she struggled to raise her body from the floor. "Kitty wants to serve."

A tiny squeak escaped her open mouth as she recited her new mantra for the first time. Seriously, what was happening to her? How could she feel such things, such intense, strange emotions, from mere words. She completed her exercises and stood at attention, breathless and sweaty yet exhilarated by what she had said and done.

Her fitness had improved, that was clear, but her routine was still a strenuous one. She hoped Lauren had watched her. She hoped her owner had been impressed by her commitment and obedience. Lauren's opinion was the only one that mattered to the young girl. She would do almost anything to gain her owner's approval.

She watched her now, seeking that gentle smile that would let her know she had done well. She didn't quite know what it meant to yearn so badly to be acknowledged. Who she was and what she wanted hinged so deeply on Lauren that Katie sometimes felt as if she was no longer a person in her own right. She did belong to Lauren now. She knew there were times when she questioned it, but right now she knew accepted she was a possession. She accepted it and did not want it to be any other way.

"You really should warm down a little Kitty. You have been a diligent little slut and I can see your fitness increasing. I'm very proud of you."

Katie became lightheaded at her owner's praise. That was all she wanted and it meant everything to hear those words. She could feel her heart almost stop beating as the intensity of the emotion almost overwhelmed her. A tiny tear formed in her eye but she blinked it away, not wanting Lauren to think she was silly.

"From now on with the time you have after your exercises you will prance slowly to help your body warm down. Knee up now, up to your hip. Keep your leg straight, toes pointed. Slowly Kitty, you're not going anywhere. You're supposed to be slowing your body down. Slowly, that's better. Head up, shoulders back. Posture Kitty, always remember your posture. A lazy body is evidence of a lazy mind."

Katie brought her leg high, slowly, until her knee reached her hip. She tried to keep everything straight, her leg forming a perfect right angle as it reached the apex of each step. She focused on her balance and her posture but knew, as she did so, exactly what she looked like as she pranced for her owner. She could feel her plump lips slide against each other as she stepped each leg high. The sensation of her slick labia rubbing against the smooth skin of her thigh, imparting a smear of her cream with each step, made her blush. She instantly became frustrated at the way her body behaved. Lauren never blushed at the things they did, why must she?

"How's that cunt of mine?"

"Wet Miss. It is very wet and creamy and it aches a little."

"Why Kitty, what have you been doing to it?"

"Nothing Miss, only what you told me to Miss, really. Only what I am allowed. It's just..."

"Yes," Lauren prompted when Katie fell silent, knowing the answer that the young prancing girl was hesitant to give.

"Miss, it's... I, um. I really need to come Miss. I'm not asking Miss, really, it's just that I really need to."

"I understand Kitty. A slut like you always wants to come. That's irrelevant. The only thing that matters is if you deserve to come. Do you think you deserve to come?"

"Um, I don't know. I have tried to be a good girl Miss, but I... If you think so Miss."

"We'll see Kitty. Go and get the phone."

Katie scurried out of the lounge at the sudden command, returning quickly and waiting obediently while Lauren ordered pizza. Katie remembered the last time she had eaten pizza and she hoped this time, she might be allowed more than the one, cool slice. She had to serve her owner first of course, but if she did well she might be rewarded.

"Right Kitty, we have twenty minutes, plenty of time for you to practice."

Katie watched as Lauren stood up and slid her panties down her legs. She couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful, tight pussy of her owner. Before becoming Lauren's property, she had never even thought about being a lesbian. Now, though, she had no doubt. You couldn't be so enchanted by the female form if you weren't a lesbian.

Lauren leaned back on the couch, legs spread, and gently tapped her smooth pussy. Katie obeyed the unspoken command, knelt down between her owner's thighs and immediately began lapping the bare mound.

"Slowly Kitty. When you eat a pussy you must remember that it is not for your pleasure that you perform. You are a slut, the pleasure you get from licking a pussy is a given. Now slow. Long and sensual, from top to bottom. No Kitty, don't dip inside, cheeky monkey. Now keep that up, nice and slow."

Katie lapped Lauren's slim labia with long, languid strokes of her tongue. She gently pushed the outer lips apart, feeling the delicate inner lips brush across her scalding tongue. The young girl tried to keep her movements slow as she had been told, knowing that her natural tendency was to go faster and deeper. She was learning, and that was good.

Katie continued to lick Lauren's pussy, the soft wet sounds of tongue on sex filling her ears. She could taste her owner's subtle scent and knew that the moisture that coated her lips and chin was only partly from her own mouth. The kneeling schoolgirl kept her tongue working diligently, waiting patiently for Lauren to instruct her further. She desperately wanted to reach out and caress the taut, toned thighs that framed her face, but she kept her hands obediently behind her back, her own frustrations meaning nothing in the grand scheme of her subservience.

"Good girl. You need to learn patience Kitty. What you are doing will never give me an orgasm but that is not always the goal. A slave must learn to please in every way she can. When we have more time, I will have you down there for hours and you must never be boring. A slave that bores her owner is one that yearns for punishment."

Katie listened to her owner speak, no longer tuning out the 'lecture mode' that she now knew was so important. She was disappointed that she had ever tried not to listen to what her owner had to say and she regretted each moment she had done so. Her tongue never stopped moving, even as her mind followed its own flight of fancy.

"Ok Kitty, inside now. Make that tongue a little slut spear and fuck me."

Katie instantly did as she was told, hardening her tongue into a long fleshy dagger. Her face thrust back and forth, tongue sliding into her owner's intimate opening. Lauren watched the teenager's nodding head and tried to stay objective. This was a training session and she was to evaluate her slave's technique. She steeled herself against the growing pleasure between her legs and focused instead on the sensation and execution.

"Faster. Now slow down. Good girl. Now get that tongue right up in there, show me how much you want to taste the source of my juice. Swirl it around, reach every surface, clean my pussy. Ah that's right, just like that Kitty."

Lauren squirmed on the couch as Katie's tongue swirled and wriggled inside her slick pink slit. The little slut followed instructions adroitly, instantly rising to each new challenge, her enthusiasm and need to obey finally complemented by technique to provide an experience that left Lauren gasping, her resolve all but dissolved.

"Enough. Clit now Kitty," Lauren instructed, tapping the top of her pussy with two fingers, showing the young girl the way.

Katie withdrew her tongue and gratefully moved up to Lauren's tight pink button. Her tongue and jaw had started to get a little tired from the previous activity, a dull ache setting in deep in the muscles of her jaw. She could have licked pussy for hours, gently running her tongue along Lauren's slim lips, but she could not have kept up the strenuous tongue-fucking for much longer. Extending her tongue so far for so long was not an easy thing. She had never known there were so many different ways to tend to a pussy and she suspected that Lauren had only shown her the very surface. The idea that there was so much more to learn, and that she would be learning on the beautiful, sweet sex before her, sent a gentle thrill through her young body.

"Just the tip, slut. Push back the hood, that's right. Just the tip."

Katie licked her lips before once again pushing her tongue forth to pleasure her classmate.  She wanted to mash her tongue against the smooth sex, she needed to close her mouth over Lauren's pussy and take those tight, slippery labia into her mouth, but she obeyed her owner's commands and limited herself to just the tip of her tongue. It was difficult but she had to remember that this wasn't for her, what she wanted didn't matter, not to her, not to her owner.

Katie knew she deserved this. Serving another person was what she deserved. She was able to see, now, that she had wasted her life before, not really knowing what to do or what she was.  Lauren had seen something in her that she had not even been aware of. What she had done, the reason she was now the property of another was just a symptom of her waywardness. She deserved this for what she had done and for what she had not done.

"I think that's our pizza, Kitty," Lauren said breathily as her clit was teased by Katie's eager tongue. "You can't go to the door like that."

Katie's tongue continued to flick her owner's tender button, not having received any orders to stop, but she breathed a sigh of relief that she would finally be clothed. She knew Lauren would not have made her pay for the pizza naked but then again, she really didn't know anything about what Lauren would have her do. She realised that she really had no idea what she could be made to do. Were there limits?

'Hurry upstairs and put on your red panties and black singlet," Lauren commanded, pushing Katie's head away from her pussy.

The young girl did as she was told, her mind reeling as she left Lauren languishing on the lounge. Yes, she was being allowed clothes, but only barely. Answering the door in panties was not something she had ever considered. The singlet was not much better. It was a tiny, tight garment that ended well above her bellybutton, the thin spaghetti straps providing only the barest coverage possible.

As she picked up the tiny red panties, the memory of the stomach-wrenching humiliation she had felt two days before came flooding back. That moment, when she had entered her room after school on Wednesday, when she had seen her bedpost empty, the panties she had forgotten to move, gone, came back with full force. The memory was so vivid it was as if she was reliving it once again.

She didn't have time for this, Lauren was waiting, the pizza-guy was waiting. Once again she had no time. She slid the small red panties up her legs, seating them snugly against her plump mound. As soon as she had pulled the singlet over her breasts she hurried back downstairs to stand at attention before her waiting owner. Her breasts bounced with each hurried step, the tight garment providing almost no support. Her pert, firm flesh needed little support but the small singlet did nothing but cover the soft mounds.

Lauren slid a folded twenty dollar bill into the waistband of the waiting teen's panties. Katie felt the note scratch the soft skin of her mons and blushed as she realised what she was about to do.

"This guy won't need any tip, Kitty. Seeing that little slut body is tip enough. When you take the change, it can go back into your panties. Now remember to be polite and thank him. And Kitty, remember to find out his name."

Katie jumped at the sudden knock on the door. She was really going to do this. She was going to answer the door in her underwear, with money in her panties as if she was a stripper. And she had to be polite and respectful, always respectful. She hesitated briefly but she knew Lauren was watching her and she could not be bad now. She had been good tonight, of that she was sure and if she stayed on her best behaviour she might be allowed to come. She knew she shouldn't be thinking like that, because it was a little selfish, but she couldn't help it. Even now, as she was about to humiliate herself, her pussy remained near the front of her thoughts.

The anxious schoolgirl hesitated once more as her hand rested on the doorknob. She could see the delivery-guy's blurry form through the frosted glass pane in the middle of the door. This was it. She felt the familiar flush of heat into her cheeks even before she opened the door.

The young man waiting on her doorstep almost fell over when he saw Katie's scantily-clad form, his eyes widening, the pizza in his hands forgotten. The fuck? He wanted to look around to find the hidden camera, his first thought being that this could not be real, but his eyes would not cooperate.

"Hello Sir," Katie began, her nervousness causing her words to come out in a shy squeak.

"Um hey. Pizza?"

"Yes, thank you. I'm Kitty," the anxious teen replied, her voice stronger now but the humiliation she felt at her exposure giving her demeanour a coquettish air.

"Nick," he responded distractedly. Katie could see his eyes dart around her body. He was doing his best to stay focused on her face but it was a battle he was losing. Each time his eyes rested on the tiny red panties she wore, the burn in her cheeks deepened. She wasn't stupid enough to think that he was looking at the money. It was the tight mound of her pussy that drew his attention, her plump lips cupped so prettily by the tight vermillion material.

"Uh, one pepperoni pizza," Nick finally managed, remembering why he was here. The sight of the gorgeous young girl, barely dressed, had driven everything else from his mind. He thought of his girlfriend fleetingly, the tight young body almost entirely exposed before him, putting his girl's to shame.

"Thank you very much," the quivering teen replied, delicately sliding the folded note from her panties. Her nipples had hardened as the cool evening air caressed her bare flesh. Great, she thought, as if he needed yet another part of her to stare at.

Nick absently took the money from her hand, his gaze lingering on the smooth red mound between her legs. He was having trouble processing exactly what was happening, more so than the young, half-naked girl that stood on the threshold of a house he would remember for a very long time. Katie was familiar with the humiliation that filled her, though she could never become accustomed to it. She took the pizza from him with one hand and waited while he dug the change from the small bag at his waist. She could see his reluctance to look away even for a minute, but guessed it was even more important to provide the right change. Katie knew all amount margin now, having had Mrs Farrell teach her more about retail and profit on her second shift at the store.

She took the change with a trembling hand and pushed it past the waistband of her panties. The coins felt cool against her skin and she fought back a grimace as a dime slid down to rest against her clit. The hard, cool metal felt amazing against the blazingly hot button and a shiver ran up her spine at the sensation.

"Thank you very much, Nick."

"Yeah, uh, yeah thanks."

He looked her young body over one more time before turning slowly and heading down the front path. Katie knew she had to wait until he left, but forced to stand there, her body on display, until he was ready to stop enjoying what she offered had made her keenly aware of the degrading position she put herself in. She closed the door, leaning against the heavy panel and breathing an audible sigh of relief that the ordeal was finally over. Who could ever have thought that buying pizza could be such a trial? She headed into the lounge room with the pizza, eager to be back with Lauren, the safety and comfort she felt from simply being in her presence made her knees go weak.

"In the kitchen, Kitty. One slice each on two plates. I will have a beer, Corona with a wedge of lime. You will have water. Don't dawdle."

Katie left and completed Lauren's instructions. She felt the coins in her panties shift as she walked and hoped that Lauren would allow her to remove them before too long. With each movement they slid further down, closing in on the damp snatch that would snare the tiny metal coins. She knew if they reached that area they would soon be coated white, and she did not want to have Lauren comment on her messing the money.

She took much longer than she knew she should, but finding the tool to take the lid off the beer and trying to figure out how to cut a lime wedge the right size to fit into the neck of the bottle were new things for the inexperienced teen. She told herself that it was good that she was learning the things that her owner liked. She would be much better, much faster, next time. Finally she had everything ready and headed back into the lounge with Lauren's pizza and beer.

"What'd you do? Brew the beer first?"

"Sorry Miss, I cou... Sorry," Katie replied, deciding that her excuses meant nothing. She would simply need to do better.

"You may get yours now and hurry back. I've got True Blood all ready. You haven't seen it have you Kitty?"

"No Miss."

"I can't watch it when my parents are home, you'll see why. They think Twilight is the kind of stuff I like, it's why I have that poster up, dummies."

Katie enjoyed the pizza she was allowed, overjoyed when she was given permission for a second slice, knowing it meant she had been a good girl. She enjoyed the show Lauren had introduced her to, she hadn't known there shows like this on TV. Most of all though, she enjoyed just being with her owner. She sat on the floor in front of Lauren and lost herself in the moment.

The occasional caress from her owner sent thrill's through her young body. A gentle pat on her head, a soft touch on her neck, and she was happier than she had ever been. Katie was amazed at how she felt. She couldn't believe the strength of the emotions that rocked her. She didn't know it could be like this. This was something more than friendship, wasn't it? She had to admit that she had probably never really felt that true, deep friendship that she noticed and envied in others. Was this what it was like, or was it something else?

They watched two episodes of the supernatural show, time passing so quickly for the young girl. She was amazed by the raunchy action, the brilliant characters and the budding romance for which she felt such a natural affinity. Katie could have sat there all night but her owner had other ideas.

"Clear the dishes Kitty."

Katie obeyed without a second thought, happy to serve Lauren, eager to obey, knowing that it meant she could spend more time with her pretty classmate. She wasted no time in washing the plates and glass she had used. Katie wondered what beer tasted like. Katie had opened a second bottle for her owner and had been much quicker and had felt happy at her improvement. Learning these things about Lauren made her feel special. These were the little things friends knew about each other but she was learning more, being able to provide Lauren with the things she wanted was even better than friendship. The receptive schoolgirl knew it had to be from the way she felt as she served her owner.

Katie heard music from the lounge as she washed the dishes. It was a fast guitar driven song that she didn't know but that wasn't surprising. Lauren had told her she knew almost nothing about the world and Katie knew it was true. She had learnt more in the last two weeks than she could ever have imagined, especially about herself.  Not all of it had been pleasant to learn, but she wasn't that person anymore. No matter what happened, she would never be that person again.

When she came back to the lounge, Katie stopped in the doorway and stared. Lauren was dancing in the centre of the room, her tight, toned body moving when a sensuous grace. She was dressed only in panties and the small halter top, the tiny garments allowing the young girl to see the play of her muscles under her classmate's smooth skin. Katie was frozen in place, captivated by the lithe movements of her owner.

Lauren turned around and noticed her audience. Katie's knees turned to jelly at the smile that lit up Lauren's face, her eyes shining as if they radiated their own pale blue light. The mesmerised teen stepped forward hesitantly as Lauren beckoned to her with a sensual movement of one crooked finger.

Lauren put down her beer and took Katie's hands. She drew them back and placed them gently on her hips. The touch of her owner's warm flesh, sent a thrill up Katie's spine. She couldn't believe how wonderful the porcelain-smooth skin that covered the girl's hipbone felt under her hands. The already panting teen drew her breath in short gasps as Lauren's hands came together behind her neck, causing the hard metal band that encircled her throat to slide across her skin.

Lauren continued to dance, leading her dazed slave through a series of increasingly lascivious moves. Their bodies had almost come together when the song changed. Katie knew this one. It was one of the few songs Lauren had allowed her to keep on her iPod. It was the only Fifty Cent song she knew and she had often danced to it in the privacy of her own room.

Both girls reacted instinctively to the familiar beat, their barely clothed bodies swaying and bouncing in time to the infectious song. Before long Katie found herself grinding her hips into Lauren's, the smooth panty-clad buttocks rubbing sensuously against the thighs of her owner. Lauren's legs parted to allow her in, flesh sliding across flesh.

Before the song had ended, Katie found herself in the arms of her owner, her full breasts pushing against the small budding bosom of her classmate's chest. With a twinkle in her eye, Lauren grabbed the bottom of Katie's singlet and in one swift motion lifted it above her head, freeing the soft round mounds that bounced so beautifully once their meagre support had been removed.

Katie enjoyed the sensation and twirled seductively, showing her body to her owner, knowing that was what she wanted. For the first time she did not blush as her nudity was revealed, though she was too caught in the moment to notice. She dropped to a squat and slowly rose to her feet, rubbing her bared breasts against Lauren's body as she ascended. Her nipples were hard and the feeling as they brushed against the hot skin of her owner's hard body made her shiver in delight.

Katie loved to dance, she had been doing it for as long as she could remember, but always alone and always in her room, the door closed so no one could see. It had always been something so private. Now here she was, dancing with another girl, near naked and loving every minute, every movement, every sensual touch. This was better than anything she had dreamed of. This was what dancing was for.

As the song ended, Lauren caught Katie's face in her hands and kissed her, hard and deep. The breathless teen responded, her tongue darting forth to begin a lusty dance of its own. For some reason her hands were not on the body of her owner, instead they rested in the small of her back, her fingers rubbing the smooth material of the panties that covered her tight, teenage ass.

Katie did not notice her choice of posture but Lauren did, an intense pulse forming deep inside her, flowing down the moist pink channel and bursting between her moist lips like a tidal wave of pure pleasure. The little slut was standing at attention while she kissed her, passionately. Well, not quite at attention, her hips were grinding forward, pushing her panty clad pussy against Lauren's leg.

Lauren could feel the coins beneath the thin layer of material, and almost laughed. She had completely forgotten about the change from the pizza. It had sat in the young girl's panties for hours, slowly moving down to her crotch. No doubt it was covered in cream by now. This she had to see.

"Slide your panties down, Kitty. Nice and slow. You've been hanging on to my money haven't you?"

"Yes Miss," Katie replied breathlessly, wanting nothing more than to keep dancing with her owner, but a little bewildered by the sudden change of topic.

Katie slid her thumbs under the waistband of the tiny red panties and slowly slipped them down over her full buttocks. She was careful to keep the crotch of her panties flat to prevent the money from falling to the floor. She risked a glance once they were halfway down her thighs and blushed at what she saw.

The material was soaked, a thick coating of white pussy-cream covering the material from side to side. Right in the centre were three small coins, completely coated in her ooze. The folded note sat at the top of the mess, caught in the sticky discharge as if it was glue. Katie knew she shouldn't feel bad about what her pussy produced, she had already been over this, she was a slut and Lauren approved, but she couldn't help feeling self-conscious about it anyway.

"My, my Kitty. You have been busy. Clean my money and put it on the kitchen counter."

Katie reached out and tentatively plucked the first of the coins from amidst the sea of clumpy white slime. The small metal circle slid between her fingers and she had to try twice before she managed to remove it. A small string of cream clung to the coin and her fingers as she drew the quarter upwards, as if her discharge was reluctant to relinquish its treasure.

The blushing schoolgirl popped the coin in her mouth and immediately moved back for the others, quickly slipping them into her mouth, where her tongue slid over and around the small metal objects. The intense taste of her pussy was cut through with the sharp tang of metal, but she found it an oddly pleasing combination of flavours.

She spat the coins out into her hand and quickly licked the note clean. She wasn't sure what she should do, and Lauren gave her no cue so she turned about and waddled into the kitchen, her legs wide in an attempt to keep her panties from falling down. It was a humiliating pose to adopt but it was all she could think of to do.

"And what will she do with Thursday's rags, when Monday comes around."

Katie looked at her owner as she waddled back into the lounge. Her voice was low, the sonorous sounds, round and Germanic. Lauren had been near pitch perfect with the slow, hypnotic voice of the singer and Katie started to giggle at her owner's performance, despite the demeaning position she was in. She couldn't help herself, the giggling fit took her and there was nothing she could do.

"A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown."

Katie's giggles continued at the sombre tones and serious face Lauren adopted as she sang the strange song. She tried to stifle her laugh, but as Lauren advanced slowly, her movements exaggerated and in time to the dirge-like beat of the music, she could not stop. Lauren stalked towards her slave, slow, solemn and sensual.

Katie thought for the briefest of moments that she might be in trouble, she was laughing at her owner after all. But the look on Lauren's face, the mischevious twinkle in her beautiful eyes reassured her. Lauren kissed the young girl, her lips still twitching as the last of her giggles subsided.

"Now your panties, Kitty. Then you can take them off and put them on the floor by the couch."

In moments the soaked underwear was in her mouth, her tongue slurping the cream-covered crotch as clean as she could. She continued to suck, her tongue sliding through the slime from her sex as Lauren sat back on the couch and drank the last of her beer.

"Time for you to taste my beer," Lauren instructed as Katie gently placed the neatly folded garment on the floor. "No Kitty, with your other lips."

Katie lowered the bottle, that now contained only the lime wedge and a dribble of yellow liquid. She blushed as she realised she should have known what she was being told to do. Lauren was still smiling though, the wickedly girlish smile curling her mouth so prettily, so her stupidity at least hadn't had any effect on her owner's mood, only hers.

"Up on the table. Put the bottle down. There you go."

Katie crawled up on the wooden table and placed the tall beer bottle on the table beneath her. She squatted over the clear glass container and slowly lowered her body. A soft moan escaped her as the smooth glass slid effortlessly past her lips. The long neck continued inside her as she eased hers body lower and lower, until she felt her plump labia push against the widening shaft.

The heat radiated from her crimson cheeks as she looked her owner in the eye, aware of the sight she presented. Lauren smiled sweetly and Katie knew what was expected. The squatting schoolgirl began to pump her body up and down on the long, slick shaft. Her breathing becoming ragged as she fucked herself on the tall Corona bottle.

Her thighs began to ache but all she could think of was the rising tide of ecstasy between her legs. She could not look away from Lauren, captivated by those pale blue eyes, as she thrust her pussy on the bottle in a slowly increasing rhythm. She tried to keep her hands behind her back but her balance suffered.

"Kneel Kitty, legs wider, there you go. See, a slut like you hardly needs any direction. Your body knows what to do, you just need a little discipline to keep your posture correct."

Katie continued to fuck the bottle, her weight now resting on her knees, her hands able to sit comfortably behind her. She knew what Lauren was talking about. The moment her knees had rested on the table-top, she had immediately thrust her pussy back onto the bottle, the long smooth shaft sliding into her creamy cunt with a soft, wet sound. The music had stopped now and all she could hear were the slurping, squelching sounds from below.

She could feel the trickles of sweat run down her back as she pumped herself up and down in a ceaseless rhythm. Her body felt fevered as her arousal continued to rise and rise. This was better than her scheduled pussyplay, it was more intense, each thrust of the smooth bottle inside her sending short waves of ecstasy flooding through her flesh. The simple presence of her owner heightened the sensation and Katie gasped with each ragged breath, sure that Lauren could see deep inside her, to the very bottom of the well from which sprang her near uncontrollable lust.

"Kitty, are you watching?"

"Yes... Miss," Katie replied between hot, lust-filled breaths.

"When you see my hand like this, you are to present your pussy."

Katie looked as her owner leaned her elbow on the arm of the couch and held her hand out, palm up, fingers curved very slightly back. Lauren looked so beautiful, relaxed and barely dressed, that wicked, mischevious smile lighting up her face.

"Do you want a spanking Kitty?"

"No Miss, sorry," the young girl said, raising herself off the beer bottle, blushing at the wet sound as the rounded mouth of the bottle slipped from her pussy. She was a little unsure what she was to do, but advanced slowly towards her owner on weak, trembling legs.

"You present your pussy Kitty. That means you rest that fat cunt on my hand."

Katie straddled the upturned hand and slowly lowered her body until she felt the warm touch of her owner's palm as it cupped her plump labia, slick with the cream of her arousal. She trembled at the touch, overwhelmed by the emotions that flowed through her. Her knees went weak and she pushed her dripping sex harder onto Lauren's fingers overcome by the mere touch of her classmate. Katie knew she had almost come as her pussy rested against Lauren's waiting hand. Her entire body quivered as Lauren's middle finger moved gently, the very tip slipping just inside her sex. With the barest of movements, Lauren teased the opening of the young girl's pussy, smiling knowingly at the squelching sound as a gentle suction was created at the entrance to the schoolgirl's moist pink passage.

"Every time Kitty, no matter the time, no matter the place. This is the signal for you to present your pussy, just as you have done."

"Yes Miss," Katie replied, a small uneasy sensation gripping her even as her body continued to be wracked with intense feelings of pleasure from the attentions of Lauren's fingers.

"Time to calm this storm," Lauren announced, patting her property's plump sex. "First you must clean your mess. Bottle and table."

Katie felt a jolt of excitement shock her from her lust-induced lethargy at Lauren's words. It hadn't been expressly said, but had Lauren meant that she was to be allowed to come? She scurried back to the table, able to think of little else.

The empty Corona sat in the middle of the dark wooden table, the clear glass neck smeared liberally with her cream. The sticky ooze from her sex had run down the sides of the bottle and lay puddled in a ring at its base. Katie delicately collected the slimy bottle, and hurriedly cleaned it, licking and lapping eagerly, savouring her sex, a taste that was more familiar to her now than most others.

In moments the bottle was clean and the young girl proceeded to the table, sucking up the small, sticky puddle of cuntcream. She knew she shouldn't be affected any longer, but she still blushed at what she was doing. Knowing you were a slut didn't really make it easier to accept at a time like this.

"There's a little left in there Kitty. Waste not want not."

Katie looked into the bottle and saw what her owner was talking about. At the bottom of the bottle lay the thin wedge of lime she had so inexpertly cut, lying in a thin layer of murky liquid. The juices of her arousal had slipped inside the bottle as the rounded mouth scraped the delicate folds of her vagina as she had so obediently fucked the bottle for the pleasure of her owner. The slimy white cream had mixed with the dregs of the beer to produce a cloudy, frothy substance that swirled around the lime wedge.

She had no idea what this would taste like but she felt a strange moment of trepidation as she brought the bottle to her lips. She had consumed her own cream on a daily basis, having only moments before slurped up a generous puddle of the ooze from the smooth surface of the coffee table, and yet here she was, apprehensive about drinking it from a bottle.

There wasn't much there, barely a mouthful but a sudden flush of humiliation made her pause. She looked from the Corona to Lauren and instantly lifted the bottle to her mouth, upending the murky contents in one swift movement. The look on her owner's face had frightened her, the disapproval she had read there causing a sinking feeling in the pit of her belly. The pout that had spurred Katie into action had been that of a young girl, spoilt and used to getting her own way. It made Katie feel so much closer to Lauren, making her realise that her owner was just a girl as well.

Katie grimaced at the unpleasant taste. She could make out the hint of lime, and the familiar musk of her sex was present but it was all overshadowed by a bitter tang that tainted the whole and made the mix an unenjoyable sensation as it slid slowly down her throat. The moment she swallowed, Lauren got up from the couch and attached the leash to her collar.

Katie followed obediently as she was led into the kitchen, where she deposited the now empty bottle, and then up to her owner's bedroom. Lauren had her crawl on all fours as they ascended the stairs, the degrading position sending a gentle thrill through her young body. She was so very tightly wound now, after a week of near-constant arousal, a night of further, intense teasing, all topped by the anticipation of her impending orgasm, that she was sure she would find almost anything exciting.  She could think of nothing else but her creamy pussy.

When they reached Lauren's room, Katie was pulled up by her leash and kissed passionately. Just as she was reaching for her classmate, she was thrown across the room, landing clumsily on the bed. Lauren had half-pushed, half-tossed the young girl and Katie was again surprised by the strength in her owner's petite young body.

She scrambled backwards as Lauren stalked towards her, casually dropping the leash, her hungry, predatory eyes never once leaving the body of her possession. Katie's breath caught in her throat at the sight, her owner's feline grace and primal sensuality captivating her into complete stillness. She quivered like a scared little rabbit, knowing flight was useless, simply waiting to be devoured.

Katie squealed when Lauren pounced, pinning the panting girl to the bed, trapping her with her body. She closed her eyes and sighed in ecstasy as Lauren's hot tongue licked her neck. Gooseflesh erupted down her side as the moist tongue slid from collar to jaw.

Lauren smiled as she tasted the salty skin of her slave, at the same time, feeling the tiny bumps form in the young girl's flesh. Her own arousal was growing, the spectacle of watching Katie fuck the bottle almost more than she could stand. She had wanted to throw her down right there and then and fuck the little slut's brains out but she was stronger than that, she had to be. Watching the pretty schoolgirl comply with each and every command, marveling as her natural obedience became more and more instinctive was as exciting as having her pussy eaten by this very same, eager young girl.

Now it was time for for Kitty to come. Despite a few lapses, Lauren had to admit that Katie had been a very good slave. She had progressed further than even she could have hoped and her training was far more advanced than she had planned. Katie wanted to serve, she was still fighting some aspects of her personality, but even that struggle excited Lauren, each demure blush and shy, hesitant look sending jolts of pleasure tingling through her. When Katie came it would be the final triumphant act of control she had planned for the week. She thought she was being given a treat, rewarded for her good behaviour. Lauren knew the naive young girl suspected nothing more and the thought overcame her self-control and sent her sliding down Katie's body.

Katie groaned loudly as Lauren sunk two fingers inside her, sliding them in until her hand bumped against her plump labia, in one swift motion. Her groans grew in volume and frequency as Lauren pumped her fingers in and out of the slippery teenage cunt. When her owner's mouth closed over her clit, Katie yipped loudly, the high-pitched noise almost making Lauren pause in her attentions.

"May I come Miss," Katie yelled breathily.

"Manner's," Lauren replied, pausing only long enough to say the one, small word.

"Fu..." Katie screamed as Lauren sucked the young girl's clit into her mouth as she curled her fingers inside her vagina, her fingertips pushing forcefully against the folds of the front wall of the young girl's sex. "May I come please Miss, please. Please, please, Miss, oh..."

"Come for me Kitty. Come for me my little slut."

Katie could stand it no longer. She reached above her and drew Lauren's pillow quickly over her head. The moment it was pressed firmly across her face, the young girl screamed as the orgasm crashed upon her. The guttural sound was dampened by the pillow but Lauren smiled as the muffled wail filled the room.

Her entire body tensed, every muscle straining as if the ghost of electricity coursed through her. Lauren worked her pussy and clit without pause and Katie was transported into another level of reality. She felt suddenly lightheaded as if she was about to float out of her body, bright orange and red shapes danced and burst before her eyes, coalescing and dispersing in wondrous patterns. Just as she thought she could take no more, sure she was going to blackout as Lauren had described, a second orgasm exploded within her. Her renewed screams reverberated around the room, despite the pillow still held firmly to her face. Time seemed to stop as her entire world collapsed in upon itself.

The next thing Katie knew, the pillow was being removed from her face and the cool night air felt heavenly as it wafted across her feverish skin. Her eyelids fluttered open in time to see Lauren hover above her. Lips met, parting compliantly as her owner kissed her tenderly.

Katie wanted to reach out, to draw her lover down upon her, but her hands only twitched at her sides, all energy drained from the exhausted girl. It had been a long day and a longer week. Lauren collapsed beside her and the weak schoolgirl managed somehow to find the energy to turn on her side and reach across the heaving chest of her classmate.

Katie lay draped languidly across her owner, her head resting lightly on Lauren's chest as it rose and fell, the rhythm slowing over time. She snuggled closer to her lover, feeling Lauren's heartbeat pulse through her own body as her face lay pillowed on her owner's small, soft breasts.

The contented schoolgirl turned her face and kissed the nipple that lay close, the wan light of the night making the dusky circle look like a dark cherry atop an ice cream sundae. She loved the way Lauren's pale flesh seemed to glow in the weak light that filtered through the curtained window.

Katie desperately tried to stay awake, trying to make the night last just a few moments longer but the gentle, rhythmic stroking of Lauren's thumb across her temple soon lulled the young girl into sleep, her body pressed firmly into that of her owner, as if yearning to be one. Her comfort was complete and, despite her determination, she soon drifted into the soft embrace of sleep.

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Lauren awoke, her eyelids opening slowly into darkness. It took a moment for the young girl to orient herself, but the weight upon her chest, the warm soft body of her slave, gave her all the information she needed. She could feel the warm, moist breath across her breast, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine.

Lauren closed her eyes and listened to the peaceful schoolgirl breathing shallowly through barely parted lips. She gently traced elegant arabesques across the smooth skin of the sleeping girl's back.

Katie stirred and made a throaty contented sound, her lips pursing delicately together. Lauren looked down at her and smiled. She shifted her body gently out from beneath the slumbering girl and leaned closer, brushing her lips against Katie's cheek, the tip of her nose, those tender pink lips. She smiled in her sleep and Lauren contemplated just what she had in this young girl.

Lauren kissed her then, full on the mouth, disrupting the slow, even breaths of sleep. Katie woke with her owner's mouth pressed against hers and, with sleep still clinging to the young girl's mind, her body responded, to accept the smooth, wet tongue that crept sinuously past her parted lips. They embraced lying face to face, kissing sleepily and eventually making love, with slow, indolent grace.

Lauren drew the lethargic girl from the bed, pulling her gently by the hand. Katie followed obediently, the post-orgasmic haze obfuscating her movements, allowing her to function on the most instinctual of levels. She followed without thought, simply knowing it was right, content.

"Pee."

Even in her somnolent state, she still managed to blush at being ordered to go to the toilet like a pet. Nevertheless she sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder as Lauren leaned against the wall and watched her in the pale light that illuminated the room.

"Back to bed Kitty."

Katie flushed and scurried back to Lauren's bedroom, scooting under the covers, eager to snuggle back into the warmth she had reluctantly left behind. When Lauren joined her, she cuddled into her owner, sliding her right hand over her body and holding her tight. She let her hand rest against the small breast, before tentatively cupping the soft mound and gently running her thumb across the tiny nipple.

Lauren nestled her body into Katie, sighing softly as she felt her slave's firm young breasts flatten against her back. Lauren quickly drifted back into sleep, Katie's slow, hot breath caressing the back of her neck.