My Very Own

"Kitty?"

"Yes Miss?"

"You forget yourself."

 

Katie sank to her knees and reached for her owner’s feet, chastising herself for forgetting her place. The epiphany that had rocked her had blinded her to her position. The realisation that the intensity of her emotions had moved well past mere friendship had made her forget that she was a possession. That she loved her possessor  made her ecstatically happy, distractedly so, but it scared her a little as well.

 

"No Kitty, clean them first." Katie obeyed, lowering her body further to kiss the shiny black shoes that Lauren wore. "Right down, belly flat. Don't take an hour to get into position."

 

Lauren dug a hand into Katie's straight black hair and jerked her head to the side, pressing her face against the side of her shoe. The subservient schoolgirl immediately slid her tongue along the side of the shoe, tasting the dust of her travels. Lauren released her hair, patted the petite girl on the head, and settled back on the lounge.

 

"Top."

 

Katie strained her neck and lifted her head to clean the top of her classmate's shoe. She had instinctively placed her hands behind her back the moment Lauren spoke her fist command, her body acting without conscious input. She dutifully ran her tongue along the smooth top of her owner's shoe, removing anything not placed there by design. She continued to lick, in long slow motions, well past the point of cleanliness.

 

"Clean the rest, Kitty. Both shoes."

 

It was the permission for which the young girl had been waiting and diligently went to work on the remaining surfaces of both shoes, squirming her body into position to reach each untouched area. She rested her head against the ground as she licked the side of her owner's shoes, using the opportunity as a chance to rest. Her tongue was never still, curling out in long, sensuous undulations, tasting the street with every lick.

 

Lauren typed on her phone as her slave continued her service. Katie heard her laugh and her belly tightened in response. She loved to hear her owner laugh but was jealous that it had nothing to do with her. She was startled by the sudden conversation that Lauren began, taking a second to realise that the speech was not directed at her. She tried not to listen in, knowing that not only was it not her place, but that she would have no hope of following the one-sided conversation. She had been given a task and her only consideration was to complete it. Still, with each gentle laugh or surprised exclamation she felt her stomach twist at her exclusion. She blushed at being left to her servitude, kept apart from her owner's happiness, as if she did not matter. Lauren's shoes were well and truly clean by the time her conversation had ended and Katie was once again given the attention she craved.

 

"Good girl. Now best to be out of that dress. Fold it neatly, Kitty. Just because it is getting washed doesn't mean you can be rude."

 

Katie soon stood before her owner, naked but for her small pink panties and shiny new heels. She had glimpsed the crotch of her panties as she removed her dress and the colour of her cheeks showed the evidence of what she had found there. Her thick, white cream had oozed into the sheer material of her panties leaving a congealed mess of discoloured ooze gluing the thin garment to her still-slick sex. It was not a pretty sight, the soft mound formed by the tight cupping of her plump labia was unable to be seen, the sticky mess turning the see-through panties opaque.

 

"Yes Kitty, I saw it too," Lauren said as she noticed Katie's cheeks colour at the sight. "Take them off and clean them. Such pretty panties and that creamy pussy has made such a mess of them."

 

Katie gratefully slid the panties down her legs, the tight material peeling away from her pussy, seemingly reluctant to part from the tender flesh. She was careful to keep them at ankle height, raising each leg high to step through, ensuring there was no chance of marking the carpet. She could see the creamy smear glisten in the muted light from the window. Lauren had not as yet turned on any lights, and the storm clouds were rapidly approaching, making the afternoon much darker than it ought to have been.

 

The obedient teenager stretched the crotch of the panties between her fingers and lapped at her discharge. Katie's eyes never left those of her owner, seeking approval even as she demeaned herself before the pretty girl. She could see the lust in Lauren's eyes, sense the hunger that lay crouching beneath the surface of her careful control. Her eyes widened as she felt her nipples harden. She lowered her gaze at the wicked smile that curved Lauren's lips, suddenly bashful as her owner witnessed her arousal. She could not hide her sluttishness. Why did she even try? Why did she even care? It was Lauren, her owner, her lover. She should be proud of her response, but she had not, as yet, come that far.

 

When she lifted her eyes once more, peering coquettishly through fluttering eyelids, she saw Lauren's left hand resting on the arm of the couch, elbow crooked and palm up. She stepped forward until her pussy was above her owner's hand and slowly lowered her body until she felt the first warm touch against her skin. She bent her legs a little more, resting her slick mound in Lauren's hand. Katie immediately felt the strain in her thighs, having to bend further than normal due to the unnatural elevation from her high heels. She squirmed, pushing her sex harder into Lauren's hand as she felt two fingers slide effortlessly inside her.

 

"My, my Kitty. You are one insatiable little slut. This is fresh. You enjoyed cleaning my shoes, good girl. A slave gains pleasure from serving her owner. I don't think we could find a better example of that truth if we tried."

 

Katie knew Lauren was right. She had felt the familiar, tingling pulses in her sex as she had licked her owner's shoes clean of all the accumulated dust and dirt of the morning. She had ignored the sensations, though she knew they were there, choosing instead to focus on her task.

 

"Well, Kitty first things first. Let’s get some pics of your new clothes," Lauren said, her wriggling fingers continuing to slide across the soft ridges of the front wall of the young girl's vagina. "Upstairs, quick smart."

 

Lauren's fingers slid from the naked schoolgirl's pussy with a soft slurp as Katie straightened up and scurried up the stairs. She followed at a more leisurely pace, sliding a hand under her skirt and across her panties, feeling the hard button of her clitoris beneath, rubbing herself in tiny circles as she licked her classmate's moisture from her hand.

 

Katie was standing at attention in the centre of her bedroom when Lauren arrived, shopping bags twirling casually from her hand. She stopped in the doorway surveying her property standing there with nothing on. Her legs were spread perfectly, allowing Lauren to see the smooth bumps of her labia peeking out below her buttocks. Her hands rested in the small of her back, clasping each other delicately, the twin dimples above the soft curve of her ass visible on either side.

 

The new heels lengthened her slim calves so beautifully. She would definitely need another pair of these. Contrary to popular belief, black did not go with everything and she looked far too sweet to be restricted to the one pair. The cane marks from the morning were still visible, thin red lines crisscrossing her pretty, white bottom. Lauren wondered why Katie had chosen to stand with her back to the door to await her, but the thought lasted for only a moment, more important things occupying her mind. She stepped around the waiting girl and sat down on her bed, drinking in the more interesting side of her slave. Katie's pretty green eyes were wide and bright, and followed her classmate as she sat before her. She watched as her owner looked over her body, standing patiently as her nakedness was inspected.

 

Lauren's eyes roved across the full, firm mounds that graced the young girl's chest. They were exquisite: almost perfectly round, sitting high on her chest and with only the most minute drop, as if they were so bold as to defy gravity itself. The tiny pink nipples that tipped each breast were strikingly hard, standing at attention as if mimicking the schoolgirl's stance.

 

Her eyes sank lower, taking in the near flat stomach, sporting the gentlest of curves, before sliding into the smooth, unblemished flesh of her mons. Lauren spent long minutes admiring the pretty teen's pussy, marveling at how very different it was from her own. Plump where hers was slim, wet and oozing where hers was... well maybe not right now but the little slut became aroused at the drop of a hat, something which she enjoyed immensely and was doing her best to foster.

 

"Ok, Kitty, you may remove my shoes," Lauren commanded, once she had taken her fill of the young girl's body.

 

Katie sprang into action, falling to her knees, glad to be out from under the sight of her owner. She was helpless against those haunting blue eyes. She felt terribly exposed, her nudity not a factor, as if the pale, turqoise gaze stripped away her very being and peered deep into her soul. Lauren knew everything about her, her deepest secrets laid bare to the scrutiny of the girl that owned her. Katie reached out and gently removed Lauren's shoes, kissing the top of each bare foot. She was rewarded with a pat on the head and smiled that the initiative she had taken had been right.

 

"Stand up. Play with your clit. Now tell me pussywhistle, how do you like your new shoes?"

"I love them Miss," Katie replied, the fingers of her left hand playing across the top of her slit.

"How do they feel?"
"Very nice Miss, though my calves will probably be a little sore tomorrow."

"Your legs look gorgeous. Remember that the pain you might feel is only the price of your training. No pain, no gain you know. A lazy bitch like you used to be can expect to experience a great deal of pain during her training. It means you are learning to be a good slave. I only want what's best for you. You know that don't you Kitty?"

"Yes Miss," Katie replied breathlessly, her insistent attention on her clit making it hard to think straight.

"Good. Now pussywhistle," Lauren said, sitting up and becoming suddenly serious. "Were you a good girl for me on our outing?"

"I hope so Miss," Katie replied, unsure of herself and unable to compose her thoughts as the pleasure that soared through her body began to intensify.

"Kitty, you know that doing your best to be a good girl doesn't mean that you necessarily are, right?"

"Um, yes."

"You were a good girl, mostly, but your continued need to play with your dress was disappointing. Come," Lauren said, patting her lap.

 

Katie stepped forward, accepting her coming punishment as what she deserved. She had tried to leave her dress alone, she really had, but it was like a niggling itch that she found herself scratching despite her vow not to. She lay across Lauren's lap, offering her tender white buttocks for correction. She had initially placed her hands on the floor, to spare Lauren her full weight, but at her owner's command she clasped them behind her back, accepting her mistake. She felt Lauren's left hand rest lightly on top of her crossed wrists, a clear warning that they were not to move.

 

Katie's body was tense, expecting the first slap of her punishment to come at any moment. She was surprised when the first touch on her bottom was a gentle caress, making her feel foolish for jumping. Lauren continued to stroke the schoolgirl's soft mounds, enjoying the feel of the quivering flesh beneath her hand, smiling as the young body tensed each time her hand lifted from the pale skin. She could feel the young girl's frustration as the anticipated pain never came. When she felt the little slut was ripe, she landed her first blow without warning. The dam now burst, the deluge began. Slap after slap landed on the tender buttocks, quickly turning the white skin red. Lauren was sure to alternate between each bouncing mound and to ensure a good spread from top to bottom. Before long, Katie's buttocks were completely red and small moans escaped her as each hand fell afresh.

 

"Now, get your hand back on that clit and think about your behaviour. Think about how your butt feels and why."

 

Lauren gave her bottom one final smack and allowed Katie to rise. The young girl moved a hand hesitantly towards her pussy, looking sidelong at her owner to confirm she had heard the command correctly. She felt her pleasure rise the instant her fingers brushed her tight little clit, almost as if there had been no painful interlude. She thought about the ecstasy she could feel growing inside her but she was thinking of the throbbing heat in her behind and the reason why. Her behaviour had not been good enough and she had been punished. She knew she deserved it but she tried not to think too much along those lines or she knew what would happen. She could already feel the first hint of the tears she was trying so hard to fight.

 

Lauren left her to work through her conflicting emotions, disappearing from the room as Katie continued to pleasure herself. The panting schoolgirl's hips had started to rock back and forth as her deft fingers brought her closer to climax. She realised what was happening and slowed down her movements, not daring to stop but trying to work within the confines of her submission, to prevent the orgasm she was not permitted and knew she did not deserve.

 

"Ok Kitty, enough of that. Against the wall my little slut. Model those shoes for me. Legs a little further apart, honey."

 

Katie smiled unashamedly, her eyes twinkling as she displayed her body for the camera. Lauren had called her honey, a sweet, intimate name that she knew couples called each other. She could barely contain the happiness she felt, even as her photo was taken, something she still did not enjoy. Lauren took more than just the one photo. This time there was a whole series: hands behind the back, hands on hips, left leg a little in front, toe pointed, then the right. Lauren couldn't get enough of her slut in these shoes, especially with the small dollop of cream clinging to Katie's labia. She was sure the young girl had no idea it was there, a small white droplet dangling near half an inch from her slick lips. It could clearly be seen even on the small viewscreen of the camera, once she had it on her computer it could not fail to draw the eye.

 

"Shoes off pussywhistle. Socks now. And make sure they go underneath your anklet, always underneath."

"Yes Miss,” Katie replied, squatting down to unbuckle her high heels.

"No Kitty. Stand up. Now, when you remove your shoes you don't just squat down like some farmer scrabbling in the dirt. You bent at the waist, knees straight and remove them properly, like a girl with some manners."

 

Katie blushed as Lauren told her off, instantly realising her error. She thought back to the way she had squatted down and knew it had not looked pretty. As she bent from the waist and reached for the buckle of her left shoe, she glanced between her legs and saw what her owner had been enjoying for the last five minutes. She couldn't believe she had not known. A thick string of cream, lumpy and white, dangled from her pussy and she had not even known it was there. Her blush intensified as the true magnitude of her sluttishness was made clear. She finished removing her shoes and placed them neatly in the closet by the rest of her clothes. If only she could put some of them on, maybe she wouldn't burn so terribly.

 

Lauren was holding out the rainbow-coloured socks when she returned from the closet and Katie received them dutifully. She made sure to slide her left sock beneath her anklet, ensuring it had the freedom of movement so often denied her. She was photographed in all three pairs in quick succession and was left wearing the pink socks at the end of the session. She had to admit they were very cute, covering her from foot to knee. She had never owned anything like them. And she still did not if she thought about it. Could a possession own anything? Could something that was owned call anything truly theirs?

 

"Kitty, you look so adorable. Come here, sexy little minx," Lauren commanded, sinking backwards onto her bed as the naked schoolgirl padded seductively towards her, filling the room with the delicate tinkling of tiny bells.

 

*  *  *  *  *

 

Katie licked her lips as she carried the glass of water up the stairs, tasting her owner's sex and smiling at the memory of their recent lovemaking. She had left Lauren, lying in bed, emitting the occasional giggle as the results of Katie's increasingly talented mouth lingered. She had not come, but Lauren had and despite the frustration she felt, she was happy.

 

Her body felt electric, on fire, ready to explode and a myriad of chaotic, overwhelming sensations, each time her owner came. When she heard Lauren moan, the high-pitched squeals of ecstasy she knew were due to her attention, something happened to her she could not explain. Even if she was not being pleasured herself, she felt as if her own climax was close, needing the most meagre of touches to push her over the edge.

 

She had been servicing her owner, her own sex untouched, and though her heart still beat fast, it was from her efforts to please not her own arousal. She smiled as she entered the bedroom, Lauren lying exactly as she had left her, legs wide and almost half off the bed. Her eyes could not help but fall to the slender pink slit bared before her. She had cleaned it thoroughly, being sure to remove all evidence of her lover's arousal, lapping at the soft labia like a devoted dog.

 

Katie almost dropped the glass she was carrying as she blushed at the thought. Where the fuck had that come from? It had been innocent but it sent her back to the reason she was here, the property of another girl. She thought of it every now and then, though she tried to banish the thoughts as soon as she could, reticent to let the emotions that flooded through her take hold. She was ashamed by the memory of what she had done, but she was excited by it as well. Her afternoon walks with Max were the hardest.

 

Katie knelt between Lauren's legs and waited patiently. She stared at her owner's pussy, drinking in the sight, learning each delicate curve and gentle crease. This tiny area of flesh had become such a large part of her world now, consuming her thoughts and holding her hostage to her desires. If she was forced to wait here all afternoon she would count it time well spent. She was mesmerised by the way Lauren's pussy moved as her muscles flexed, her thin labia tightening and relaxing as if her owner's pussy was trying to communicate some carnal message.

 

"Glass on the bedside table Kitty. Now get your heels on."

Katie complied, this time making sure she stood straight and bent at the waist, dressing herself like a good girl, a girl with manners. She looked down her body as she did so, noticing the wetness of her lips, even in the dirty half-light that filtered into the room from the storm-darkened sky. Her cream was no longer dripping from her pussy, instead it had coated her lips and inner thighs, the slow-drying slime leaving sticky patches on her skin.

 

"Unaware that I am Shiva, Kitty. A playlist on my iPod. Song 6. Dance for me, my little sex kitten."

 

Katie hurried to the dock on Lauren's desk and shuffled through the playlists. Katie had only ever had just a big jumble of songs on hers, she was amazed at what Lauren had done. There were heaps of playlists: 'An Occasional Dream', 'Just in Case of Sunrise', 'Inside the Goldmine'. She had no idea what any of them meant but she wanted to know, to hear them, to share in one of Lauren's passions.

 

She soon found the playlist and the song she had been instructed to find and hit play, not knowing what to expect from a song called 'Justify My Love'. The moment the slow beat began she knew what to do, her body beginning to move, sinuous and sensual as she looked toward her owner.

 

Lauren had propped herself up against the pillows at the head of her bead, sipping from her glass of cool water, the very picture of indolence. She smiled languidly as she watched the pretty schoolgirl dance before her, her young body lithe and inviting. Katie's passion was high and she let her desire flow through her, informing her motion: hips grinding and swaying slowly, body turning to the beat. Her lips curled into a coquettish smile as she slid her hands down the outside of her breasts, lowering her hips and opening her legs in one smooth motion.

 

She used her lust to endowing her every move, each slow twirl of her head, each sensual turn of her thigh, inhabiting the song to which she danced. She listened to the breathy voice, feeling as if it spoke directly to her. She watched her owner in the shadows, dancing for her, feeling the submission in the act, her status as an owned thing sending tight waves of sensation through her belly. Katie wound down slowly as the song came to an end, not wanting the feelings that swirled within her to stop. Even in the growing twilight she could see the tiny bumps on Lauren's chest, her hard nipples standing above her small breasts, calling to her like beacons in the darkness. She wanted to go to her, to slide across her owner's supine body, kiss her, suckle those tight, tiny buds until she heard the girl gasp.

 

Instead the naked schoolgirl stood at attention, wearing nothing but her four inch heels and the pink knee-high socks. Katie could not see, but she knew the state of her pussy. She would not be surprised, this time, if she were to see a thick drop of her cuntcream dangling lewdly from her vagina.

 

"Well, well Kitty. Aren't you just my little private dancer. How could you ever doubt you are a slut?"

 

Katie smiled bashfully, hanging her head and looking at her owner through lidded lashes. After the way she had moved, so smoothly and so free, and the way that had made her feel, she too wondered how she had ever questioned who she was. All the signs had been there, even before she had become Lauren's property. Who but a slut invited a dog to lick their pussy?

 

"I think sometime we might just have to get you some lessons, harness that raw potential. How is your homework project coming along?"

"Really good, Miss. I could do it now," Katie replied eagerly, willing to please.

"No my little slut, maybe later. You have had your fun, now it is my turn. Don't you think it is time for me to enjoy what I own?"
"Oh, yes Miss," replied Katie, thoughts of her owner's mouth on her pussy, lapping at her cream, made her breath catch in her throat.

"Take all the ropes downstairs, place them neatly on the lounge. Then stand in the far corner."

 

Katie's hoped were dashed in an instant. She couldn't believe how dumb she had been to think that Lauren had meant she was going to give her pussy the same attention. She had serviced her owner, the duty of a slave and now she was to be played with as if she was a toy, Lauren taking whatever enjoyment she wished from her body. She chastised herself the entire time, a steady litany of self-recrimination as she carried the armful of coiled rope down the stairs. She placed them all neatly in a row on the lounge and hurried to the far corner, eager to be in position when Lauren came down the stairs.

 

"Facing the corner, Kitty," Lauren scolded when she appeared minutes later. Katie blushed and spun around, pressing her face into the corner, the cool plaster on her breasts making her nipples begin to harden. She couldn't even manage to get that right. "Hands behind your head. You know the corner posture, stop being naughty."

 

The young girl waited patiently as Lauren pottered around behind her. She wanted desperately to see what her owner was doing, the anticipation of what was to come driving her to distraction. Even though Lauren was only feet away, Katie felt alone and forgotten. Her nose was buried in the corner, barely an inch from the wall, and she had to resist the urge to lean against the cool surface, an act of laziness she was determined not to perform.

 

"Get over here slut."

 

Katie scurried from the corner, the harsh tones causing her anxiety to deepen. Her body remained loose and malleable as Lauren pushed and pulled her limbs into the configuration she desired. Her legs were spread past her shoulders, her arms tied tightly at the wrist behind her. Rolls of thunder rubmled across the sky, adding to the sense of foreboding that made the pretty schoolgirl's knees tremble. Before she quite knew what was happening her arms were wrenched upwards, her body folding forward to compensate for the painful posture. Moments later she felt Lauren's hand slide along her now horizontal body, a gentle caress from buttock to shoulder. Katie looked up as Lauren stood beside her and wondered how her arms could be pulled so high into the air with her owner next to her.

 

She gasped as her hair was pulled roughly into a tight ponytail, her head immediately jerked backwards and held in position. Katie shuffled in her high heels, trying to find a position in which her arms were not pulled so painfully high behind her. Nothing she tried alleviated the rigid posture, her body remaining almost parallel with the floor, her head pulled back, forcing her to look straight ahead. She tried to glance to the side, but could only move her eyes, any head movement causing a painful tug on her hair. Even as she tried to deal with the pain of the strict position she could not stop wondering how she was being secured.

 

"Don't strain that pretty little brain, Kitty. Exposed beams, my little slut, something every house just must have. Now, legs wider slut," Lauren ordered, nudging the young girl's feet with her own.

 

Katie took tiny steps, barely moving her feet at all, each small movement increasing the strain on her arms. Lauren continued her insistent instruction until the petite schoolgirl's legs were widely spread, the strain in her thighs almost as intense as the pain in her near-vertical arms. The sudden sensation between her legs was unexpected and she jumped in surprise, yelping as her muscles were jolted painfully. The sudden spike of pain was soon forgotten as the tongue of her owner scalded her wet pussy. Maybe she hadn't been wrong after all, Lauren just had to add her little touches. She knew how much her owner enjoyed tying her up, something that would heighten the pleasure she gained from using her. Katie had never enjoyed the tight restriction of her bondage, but she looked upon it in a new light, the helplessness of her position warring with her desire to make Lauren happy.

 

Soon after this minor epiphany, she almost lost the ability for coherent thought, the bewildering intensity of the ecstasy that surged through her causing the panting teenager to moan and squirm as much as her bondage allowed. Lauren's entire mouth now enveloped her plump pussy. She pushed her body back as her owner's tongue slid along the length of her slit, parting her full lips before slipping deep inside her, swirling along the delicate ridges and folds of her vagina. Katie could not control herself, using the restriction of the ropes around her wrists as leverage to push her hips backwards, desperate for the tongue to delve deeper.

 

"Delicious, Kitty," Lauren said, leaning back on her heels before crawling underneath the young girl. She came up in front of Katie, rested on her haunches and kissed the secured schoolgirl passionately, transferring the taste of her sex as their young tongues swirled their sinuous dance.

 

"Kitty, remember that pain is temporary, service is forever. I don't want to hear any silliness from you. Okay pussywhistle?"
"Yes Miss," Katie gasped, not sure what she meant.

"If I have to gag you, well then, let's say a zebra will envy that cute little ass of yours."

"I'll be good," Katie replied, dreading what the need for the warning meant for her immediate future.

 

Lauren disappeared, increasing the trepidation that gripped the young girl. While her owner was near she knew what to expect, but left to her own devices, a myriad of wicked fantasies blurred through her mind as she waited for Lauren to return. The first evidence she had was a burst of pain in her left nipple, a pain which she had felt before. She knew a second clamp would soon be attached to her right nipple and clenched her jaw in anticipation.

 

"There we go," Lauren exclaimed as Katie gasped with the painful application, "now you look so much prettier. But still not..."

 

As she panted forcefully, trying to expel some of the pain that radiated through her chest with each loud exhalation, she heard Lauren leave the room. She was left alone, her body wracked with pain both dull and sharp and tried her best to calm down. The longer Lauren was away the more intense her fear of abandonment became. She knew it was stupid, so fucking stupid, but despite her owner being the source of her pain, she could bear it more easily when she was there.

 

"Here we are slut. Those beautiful titties are going to get some exercise too. I bet it's the first weight session they've ever done. Well?"

"Yes Miss," Katie replied, unaware a question had been posed. She tried to look around to see what Lauren had brought and whined frustratedly at the sharp tug in her scalp. She hated not being able to see, having to wait until Lauren enacted her latest fantasy, her imagination running wild.

"I didn't give you permission to move your feet."

Katie hurriedly shuffled her feet back to their original position, but it was too late. She had demonstrated her inability to obey and felt ropes slide around her ankles. When she felt Lauren return to her side, she tested her new bonds, finding she could no longer move her legs either. Her final freedom had been removed because she could not seem to behave herself. The secure schoolgirl moaned as she felt a tug at her left breast, then another. The pressure in her nipple increased with each tug though it was not until the third when the pain in her breast spiked that she realised Lauren was adding weights to the clamps that pinched her nipples so cruelly. She squealed as yet another weight was added, her nipple now feeling as if it was being wrenched from her breast.

 

Now that she knew what was coming, Katie could not remain silent as her right nipple was distended by the addition of the small metal weights Lauren's father used in fishing. Individually they didn't weigh all that much but the weight did not take long to add up. Katie tried to stay calm, to keep her breathing slow and even, but the clamps were constantly moving, the gentle swaying of the weights that pulled her nipples to the floor refused to allow the young girl to become accustomed to the pain. This was not how the clamps had felt before.

 

For a second, just one second, Katie forgot the pain that gripped her nipples. Lauren was back between her legs, fingers sliding gently along her soft lips. The bent teen moaned as she was filled, the hard ridges of her dildo instantly familiar. Her pussy welcomed the glass intruder, opening and accepting the hard shaft until she felt full. Lauren began fucking her, slow movements at first, allowing her to feel the bulbous ridges of the dildo push past her plump labia and slide in and out of her wet opening. With each thrust the weights that hung from her nipples swayed and swirled never allowing the young girl a moment's relief. As the speed of the fucking increased, the gentle swaying of the weights turned into violent jerks, tugging on the vicious clamps, tiny metal teeth digging into the tender flesh of her nipple.

 

Katie's moans grew to match her owner's now frenzied speed. The pain in her breasts was agony but the ecstasy that had built almost to its peak was exquisite. The young girl did not know how to deal with the conflicting emotions, her mind a confusion of sensation. She could never have conceived of such feelings, nothing in her sheltered young life could have prepared her for such torment.

 

As suddenly as it began, the intense fucking stopped. Katie's hips continued to buck back and forth, her body unwilling to accept the reality of the loss. She groaned a sad lament as the orgasm she knew was only moments away was denied her. As if in answer to her bodies need for a hole to be filled, Katie felt something forced into her mouth. She responded on instinct, opening wider to accept the unknown object. Her lips closed over a large rubber ball, her tongue sliding over the smooth surface as Lauren tied the straps behind her head. She moved her lips, adjusting them around the ball, tasting the rubbery flavour that filled her mouth. She had been making too much noise, obviously. She hadn't even noticed, overwhelmed by the emotional turmoil that had raged inside her - the dichotomy of pleasure and pain, sister sensations she was only just beginning to comprehend.

 

Katie looked into Lauren's eyes as she squatted before her, the pale blue eyes catching and holding her gaze. "Noisy little cunt aren't you? You're making more noise than the storm. Smell that Kitty? Don't you just love the smell of rain? Oh, you wouldn't be able to smell anything but your cunt I guess. You were going to come then, hmmm." Katie tried to nod her head but her hair was pulled too tightly behind her. "You weren't going to be naughty though were you?"

 

Katie shook her head forcefully, desperate to make Lauren believe her. She groaned into the gag as she set the weights hanging from her nipples swinging violently. She tried to calm down, the soft touch of her owner's hand only able to do so much. She breathed through her nose, huffing loudly as she tried to fill her lungs with air.

 

"Those clamps hurting? Would you like me to take them off? Speak up, Kitty. No? Well then, I'm going to check that all the windows are closed before the rain really starts coming down."

 

Katie's eyes followed Lauren as she moved out of sight. She heard her leave the room and closed her eyes, trying not to let her fears control her. She could hear the sounds of windows closing, muted noises from around the house. It was in the moments of silence, when she did not know where Lauren was, when the terror of being alone consumed her, that she foolishly struggled in her bondage. She succeeded only in increasing her pain, but it took her mind temporarily from her loneliness. Her eyes roved continuously around the limited vista she could see, not daring to close them for fear of missing her owner's return.

 

After what felt like an age to the restless schoolgirl, Lauren returned, sauntering into view, a tall glass of juice in her hand. She sat down on the lounge, fixing her skirt daintily before taking a sip of her drink. Katie stared at her owner, strings of drool forced around her ballgag, dangling from her mouth, Lauren's beauty only making her feel more unattractive and unworthy. Even dressed all in black, in a simple skirt and t-shirt, Lauren was a vision.

 

"Well, my creamy little coconut, would you like those weights off now?"

 

Katie tried to move her head but failed. She needed to answer, she needed the clamps off her nipples, she could barely think through the pain that spiked constantly through her breasts. She tensed her body, pulling against her bonds and lifted her head, just enough to perform one small nod. She paid for the gesture with a pulse of pain in each of her breasts, as the weights jerked at the end of their tethers.

 

"I hope you understand what your poor behaviour cost you, Kitty," Lauren scolded as she unfastened the gag and slid it from the straining teenager's mouth.

"Thank you, Miss," Katie said breathlessly, the moment the gag was out of her mouth. She licked her lips, trying to collect as much of the unfallen drool as she could, not wanting to worsen the mess she was sure she had made.

"So you would like the clamps off?"
"Yes please Miss," Katie said hurriedly, not wanting to miss the opportunity. "If it would please you."

 

Lauren looked at the young girl and knew she was sincere. Even amidst the intense pain she felt, she still had the presence of mind to remember her place. Or was it remembrance? Was it, maybe, a result of the acceptance of her place. A shiver ran through Lauren's body at the thought, her nipples stiffening beneath her tiny tee.

 

"It would, Kitty. We have other things to do."

 

Lauren crawled beneath the bent girl and reached out delicately for the clamps that dug cruelly into Katie's breast. Without further warning the weighted clamp was removed from the young girl's left breast, the vicious metal teeth opening, allowing the blood to flow back into the tiny pink bud. Katie grunted, primal and deep, as agony slammed through her breast. She wanted to scream, wanted it desperately but she knew she should not, knew that she had to try and be as quiet as she could for her Mistress. She writhed within her tight bondage, yearning for some kind of outlet to help deal with the pain that filled her chest.

 

Her composure was shattered as Lauren's mouth closed over the abused nipple, her valiant attempt to remain obedient dashed as a scream burst from her. Katie quickly cut off the undisciplined scream and stamped her feet as her owner suckled, teasing with her lips and tongue. Her breathing was ragged, heart wild as Lauren continued to suckle until the squeals from the bound schoolgirl quieted into soft moans. She could feel the depressions in the tender flesh start to even out and knew it was time to complete the set. She reached down under her skirt and gently rubbed a hand over her panties, pressing upon her hard clitoris as she enveloped the freed right nipple, mouth working on the stiffened flesh as Katie groaned, the pain spiked once more.

 

How the fuck could it feel so much worse to have the clamps removed? The quivering schoolgirl simply could not understand, her brain able only to process the intense pain that seemed to have invaded every nerve in her young body. It took longer, this time, for the pain to subside, turning slowly and subtly into something she did not realise as pleasure until Lauren's mouth was removed, her nipple suddenly cool.

 

"See Kitty, good girls get rewarded."

 

Katie wanted to reply, she wanted to let Lauren know that she was good, she wanted to be good, but her only response was a low grumbling from her belly. The meagre food she had been allowed for lunch was making itself known and she blushed at the unsolicited sounds from her body. She had no idea why she felt embarrassed, she just did. Even now, naked and bound, pain still coursing through her body, she could still feel this way. She grit her teeth, determined to push aside the emotions she so detested in herself.

 

"I have a hungry slut on my hands it seems. I know what you want to eat Kitty, but I think you need something a little more substantial. But first," Lauren said, sliding her hand up the quivering thigh of the trussed teen, "we need to get you a little more comfortable."

 

Katie stayed completely still, moving only when Lauren gave her permission or directly manipulated her body into position. She silently thanked Lauren as she was slowly lowered to the ground, the relief she felt being able to lie on her side was heavenly. Her shoulders and thighs ached from the strenuous position she had been forced to hold for what felt like an hour.

 

Her sigh of relief turned into a grunt as the rope that still bound her wrists was wrapped tightly around her waist, again and again, forming the strict belt that she was coming to expect as part of Lauren's preferred restraints for her. She lay compliant as her bondage deepened, her left leg pulled towards the ceiling until it was stretched taut.

 

Katie looked up, her new position affording her the chance to see the rope stretched between two eyelets embedded in the exposed beams above. She tested her bonds, something to which she had become accustomed, and realised that by securing just the one leg, her movement was restricted almost entirely.

 

She lay on her side, resting as well as she could in the tight restraints, as Lauren left the room. A strange confusion of emotions surged within her as she waited for her owner to return. She didn't enjoy being used in this way, though she knew it was simply part of being owned. She was Lauren's possession to use as she pleased, but she could not come to like what Lauren did, or to enjoy her part in it. And yet she felt such a wave of feeling for her classmate that was at odds with her abuse. Lauren had seen her need and had responded immediately. She was looking after her, even during this... she wasn't sure what to call it, play? She could simply have ignored it and continued with whatever infernal plans she had for her body, but she had stopped and soon she would be fed.

Katie was still trying to reconcile the feelings when her owner returned, moving behind the bound girl and kneeling down, lifting her head and resting it gently in her lap. Katie looked up into the beautiful smiling face of her owner and could not help but smile back.

 

"Open."

 

Katie opened obediently, eyes widening just a little as she felt a soft touch along the sensitive lips between her legs. She knew that she must have cream slathered across her vulva and very soon she would be tasting herself once again. She was not disappointed as, a moment later, a small plastic nipple was thrust into her open mouth.

 

"Drink."

 

She immediately began suckling on the small baby bottle that Lauren held to her mouth, the taste of her sex flavouring the cool water she managed to draw through the nipple with each gentle suck. She looked deep into her owner's eyes, entranced as she slowly emptied the bottle, her lips pursed around the tiny teat. Lauren stroked her hair gently, smiling down at her slave as she fed.

 

Katie knew this was wrong. She knew that being fed from a baby bottle by another girl was not something that should make her feel this way, but she could not help the deep sense of contentment that washed over her, filling her with a serenity she had never before experienced. Not even when she had lain with Lauren, their bodies entwined after making love, had she felt this way. She wanted to close her eyes, to break the mesmerising hold that Lauren had upon her, but she could not. She continued to suckle, the faint squelching as her mouth worked the tiny nipple making her blush. Even the familiar flush of warmth in her cheeks could not banish the feeling of tranquility that enveloped her.

 

"Mmmm, thirsty Kitty, hey."

 

Katie nodded imperceptibly, not stopping the gentle rhythm she had established until Lauren withdrew the bottle from her mouth. She could not believe the sense of loss she felt but the strange compulsion was broken and the young girl looked sheepishly away, suddenly shy, not wanting Lauren to see the depth of her feelings.

 

"These could do with a little flavour I think," said Lauren, thinking out loud.

 

Katie's head was gently lowered to the floor allowing Lauren to crawl between the young girl's open legs. She had known what was coming but she was still surprised by the first touch at her sex.

 

"One, two, three, hell Kitty, I think we can do all ten."

 

Katie could feel the gentle touch as something was slid inside her but she could not tell what was happening. She was dying to be able to see, but even if she strained her body, she knew that what was being done to her pussy was beyond her ability to see, or control.

 

"Ok, Kitty. Let's have them back. You can't eat them down there. That's my girl. Those cunt muscles definitely need some training."

 

Katie tensed her belly and bore down on her pussy, squeezing out the small objects Lauren had slipped within her. She could feel each one slide out, opening her vagina so very briefly. She counted only seven and as she squeezed and squirmed, doing everything she knew how, she finally felt her lips part an eighth time.

 

"Far too slow. Such a lazy pussy."

 

Katie was glad it was over, realising she must have pushed out multiple objects at once. It was not until her head was once again resting in Lauren's lap that she realised what had been done. She watched as Lauren lifted a grape from the bowl she held, the small oval held delicately between her fingers, the deep, wine-coloured surface streaked in white.

 

Katie opened obediently as the cream-covered fruit was lowered into her mouth. She first tasted her sex but the burst of rich flavour as she crushed the delicate oval soon overpowered the taste with which she had become so familiar. She ate all ten grapes, each one presented as tenderly as the first. Lauren stroked the hair back from her temple as she ate, calming the young girl into a near-trance. Once she had finished her first course, the process was repeated again and again. On Lauren's fourth trip between her legs, Katie jumped in surprise as something large and cool was thrust inside her. She had only been expecting more grapes, the small, smooth ovoids providing a gentle sensation that tantalised her.

 

Lauren stayed behind the supine teenager as she removed the object from one hole and presented it to the next. Katie complied dutifully, biting down and removing an inch of the moist-tipped carrot. As she crunched noisily, Lauren thrust the vegetable deep inside the captive schoolgirl. Katie moaned in pleasure as her classmate ran her hand along her left leg, caressing the taut muscles of the young girl's thigh. Her right leg stretched severely to the ceiling, opened the young pussy, each thrust of the edible intruder causing the entrance to her sex to widen, closing slowly as if craving to be filled.

 

The carrot continued between mouth and cunt until the final piece was popped into her mouth, the room filled with the loud crunching of the crisp vegetable. Lauren left her young slave to devour the last of her meal and stepped to the window, taking a deep breath of the cool air, heady and redolent of rain. The low rumble of still-distant thunder heralded the coming tumult and she shivered at the tempest to come.

 

Lauren stayed at the window, breathing deeply and enjoying the harsh tang of ozone as she watched lightning flash in the distance. She closed her eyes and let the excitement flow through her, feeling the tingle of arousal deep in her belly. She had never been able to deny a storm, locking herself away and seeking pleasure in the raw power that surrounded her. Until Kitty had become her property, the most powerful orgasms she had experienced had been within the depths of the most tumultuous of storms.

 

She looked back to the young girl, bound on the floor behind her, illuminated only by the pale twilight that seeped through the house. Katie was looking up at her, waiting obediently to be used once again. She did not have much choice, but that wasn't entirely true, Lauren admitted. She had no choice but to wait, but she could have been anything but obedient. The slim schoolgirl was not surly or impatient. She simply waited in the position into which she had been placed, anticipating her next service. Lauren smiled and returned to her young charge, cooing softly to her as she fed her the last of the water. As Katie suckled once more at the plastic nipple, the first drops of rain spattered against the windows. The bottle was pulled from her mouth and rolled casually aside.

 

"Time for dessert."

 

Lauren stood up and slid her panties smoothly down her legs. Katie's belly flipped nervously as she watched the crumpled black underwear thrown onto the floor beside her. She licked her lips, knowing what was to come next. Lauren still wore her skirt as she lowered her body over Katie's face, the young girl's mouth opening well before contact was made.

 

Darkness fell over the schoolgirl as Lauren's skirt draped around her face. Lips met, the groans of both girls mixing with the peals of thunder rolling ever closer. Katie had not received any specific orders but her instincts took over and she lapped the petite labia as if they held the key to her survival. Lauren slowly lowered her weight upon the schoolgirl, losing herself in the increasing speed and enthusiasm of the little slut’s mouth, the tamed tongue working the delicate folds with a feverish intensity.

 

Katie worked diligently, trying to ignore the discomfort her bondage caused and focus entirely upon her owner's pleasure. Her lips and tongue, mouth and nose all played their part in bringing the girl atop her to orgasm. Lauren ground her pussy into her slut's face as wave after wave of ecstasy pounded upon her. She raised her hips only when the first hint of a giggle, her uncontrollable post-orgasmic response, began to threaten. Her body had only moved an inch, just enough to break the contact, but the young girl beneath her followed the object of her desire, seeking to please as long as it was in her power.

 

Lauren giggled and rolled to the side, leaving Katie gasping and flushed at the first breath of fresh air she had been allowed in some time. She rolled her tongue around her mouth, sliding smoothly across her teeth, savouring the taste of her owner. She knew it was a terrible thing to admit, and she would never let Lauren know, but she preferred the taste of her own pussy. Only just, but even so... She knew she should like her owner's better but she had long ago discovered she could not deny her feelings. Maybe in time she would, she hoped she did, she knew it was only right.

 

Katie looked at her owner, smiling as the occasional, uncontrolled outburst shook her slim body. Lauren was so pretty and now, her face flushed with the glow of her climax, she looked preternaturally beautiful, more beautiful than anyone had a right to be. Katie longed to go to her, squirming in her bondage as she tried to reach the prostrate girl, unable to do more than wriggle her hands behind her. She could see Lauren's skirt lying askew, showing off a tantalising glimpse of toned thigh, the slim lips she had so recently tasted visible as little more than a shadowy curve.

 

Katie felt her own pussy tingle as she gazed at her lover, unable to stop the lascivious thoughts that flickered in her brain, teasing her with fantasies she could not fulfill, thoughts of a slut. Lauren finally gathered herself and reached fumblingly to realign her skirt. The bound schoolgirl sighed a soft lament at the loss of so beautiful a sight, but quickly cut off her whine, not wanting to displease the girl to whom she belonged, the girl to whom she was dedicated to serving.

 

"Well that should have taken the edge off my little slut's hunger, hmmm. That cunt needs some training but we'll leave that for your homework next week. Kitty, as cute as I find that creamy pussy, we can't have it spending all its energy on pumping out those juices. Look at it now, still oozing. You know it don't you? Little slut."

 

Katie had started to cringe, fearing a scolding, but she heard the smile in Lauren's voice and she smiled in turn, knowing that the wetness she could not control was not something to be ashamed of. Her owner wanted a slut, and a slut she had. She could no more stop her pussy from creaming than she could stop her hair from growing.

 

"Well slut, I think it's the turn for some attention to be paid to your pussy. After all, it has been waiting patiently, creaming up a storm. It's only fair."

 

Lauren disappeared once more, a shiver of anxious anticipation ran through Katie's body. She wasn't sure how to take that, it could be good or bad, but there was nothing she could do. Even if she had not been bound so securely she would have waited obediently for whatever was to come. A tiny part of her brain screamed at her to struggle, to break free from her bonds and run. She knew it wasn't a bad part of her telling her to do this, providing her with another compulsion that warred with her need to obey, but she wished it would go away. It did nothing but make it harder to accept her owner's treatment, made her second-guess her compliance with the situation she found herself in. She quieted the voice with thoughts of Lauren, her beauty, the way she made her feel when she gave her an order, the way her body responded to the authority in her voice. By the time her owner returned, the young girl had banished the tiny voice of dissent, her pussy pulsing with the thoughts that now occupied her mind. She could feel the slimy liquid slide down across her buttocks, tickling as it slipped slowly across her sensitive skin.

 

"Oh Kitty, just look at that puss. You are incorrigible."

 

Katie didn't know what that meant but it no doubt had something to do with being such a slut. It wasn't until Lauren stood directly above her that the secured schoolgirl noticed what dangled from her owner's right hand. The strange implement she had guessed was made from rope was gripped loosely in Lauren's petite hand, the multiple strands of unravelled rope swinging lazily.

 

"You have been a good girl, so you can make a little noise now. First though, we need to keep that leg out of the way."

 

Katie's right leg was soon stretched as taut as her left, only this time it lay along the floor, secured tightly to the leg of the couch. The muscles in her thigh strained at the severe position, her legs now forming a near perfect L. Even though she had tried to keep her eyes on Lauren, as much as her restraints would allow, she screamed in surprise as the small makeshift flogger landed on her vulnerable vulva.

 

Her scream was lost amidst the noise of the storm, the rain now battering against the house, the strident beat relentless. The flogger fell again, the thin strands flying with full force into the plump flesh of her young pussy. As Lauren continued to flick the homemade whip against the sensitive flesh of Katie's sex, the young girl could not keep still, her body a squirming, straining mass as she tried desperately to avoid the blows.

 

Her body barely moved, the frenzied writhing not allowing her to avoid even a single blow. The ache in her pussy increased with each strike, the dull, throbbing pain spiking with each stroke. Katie knew she was permitted to make noise but she tried her best to stifle her screams, thinking it would please Lauren to see some control. She did not do very well, simply unable to stay silent as the soft skin of her sex was stuck mercilessly, the plump pudendum turning red under the ministrations of her owner.

 

As swiftly as it started, the blows stopped falling. She jumped as her throbbing pussy was gently caressed before something thick and long was thrust deeply into her. Katie simultaneously gasped and groaned as the intruder was pumped in and out of her slick sex. The young girl knew immediately that it was not her dildo. She marvelled that, bound and abused as she was, her slut brain still the ability to think about such things.

 

The muted hum began a moment before the vibrator was pressed against her clit, the tiny pink bud hidden beneath the hood that provided no protection at all. The pain from her whipping remained, the ecstasy that grew by the second barely dulling the pounding ache. In moments Katie knew it was too much. Her entire body felt as it was burning, filled with molten lava, pressure building, looking only for an avenue of escape.

 

"May I come please Mistress," Katie panted, barely able to form the words.

 

Her only response was the removal of the vibrator and the unceremonious withdrawal of the dildo from the slick pink folds of her vagina. The frustrated teenager groaned piteously, her climax denied her. Katie screamed, shocked from her reverie, as the small flogger landed mercilessly across the fat lips of her pussy. The swollen pink flesh flattened under the force of the multitude of strands and her body bucked as she tried, in vain, to escape the blows.

 

Her legs were held open, exposing her to the full attentions of her owner. She was helpless, completely unable to protect herself in any way. Her thighs constantly strained against her bonds, trying frantically to close, knowing even as she tried that it was not within her power. Lauren had total control, her only option was to accept her fate but she could not make her body listen. With each fresh stroke her body tensed in a feeble attempt to break her bonds. Again the beating stopped and her cunt was filled, her clit stimulated by the buzzing vibrator. This time it was only a matter of moments before she could not contain the ecstasy that threatened to rend her young body asunder. She tensed, every muscle fighting for release, wrenching against her strict bonds. She could not move, her body unable to find alleviate the tension focused instead on her sex, all her energy funneling into her pussy, the pressure becoming unbearable. She was panting, moaning, her head twisting in abandon as her body felt as if it was being shaken apart.

 

"Macumplems," Katie spat, her mind unable to form the question she so desperately wanted answered.

"Come slut, come for me. Come for your Mistress. Come because I allow it."

 

At the very moment that her orgasm burst upon her, she felt a pressure at her sphincter. It was small and momentary but as she watched the dizzying sunbursts form behind her eyelids, she felt fuller than ever before. Lauren smiled as Katie's body went limp. She had been waiting for the young girl to black out, but she had not counted on it. She had a theory, the evidence for which was definitely mounting and gently caressed her slave's soft belly as she held the dildo in her pussy and the thick marker pen in her anus with her right hand. She had sensed Katie's realisation the very moment her orgasm overtook her and she could not wait for the little slut to come to.

 

The vibrator continued to buzz impotently against the carpet. Lauren reached out for the small wand, wanting it close, waiting for the right moment. She had to resist the temptation to twist or thrust the objects in the young girl's holes, wanting the orgasm-induced blackout to run its course. She was intrigued by the behaviour, and though it caused some inconvenience, it was not something she would ever want to change.

 

It was almost a minute before Katie came gasping back to life. The moment she stirred, Lauren reapplied the vibrator to her clit, the delicate hood having retracted, exposing the hard button to her attention. Lauren thrust the both the dildo and pen further inside the young girl. Katie felt her muscles tighten around the invaders, her brain barely registering that something had been forced into her ass before her second orgasm rocked her slim body. This time there was no escape into blissful oblivion. The uncontrollable ecstasy continued to grow as the stimulation continued. Lauren held firm as she felt Katie's muscles attempt to force the invading shafts from her tender holes.

 

"Please Miss, please," Katie gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No need to ask again kitty, you just keep coming like a good girl."

 

No, Katie screamed as her body bucked and writhed under the influence of yet another orgasm. She didn't want to come again, she wanted Lauren to stop. She couldn't take much more. Her pussy felt as if it would burn away, so intense was the heat between her legs. Her entire body felt as if it would simply melt into the carpet beneath her.

 

"No Miss, please... Please stop Miss, please stop."

 

Katie continued to plead plaintively with her owner, repeating her entreaty over and over. She did not quiet her mumblings until the haze cleared and she noticed her owner sitting cross-legged in front of her. She panted quietly as Lauren smiled down upon her. Katie could not believe she could react like this but she looked away sheepishly, blushing as she realised she had been babbling incoherently long after Lauren had stopped.

 

"Thank you Miss," she managed breathlessly, hoping to make up for her silliness. She had been completely lost in the ecstasy that spilled from every pore, but still, how could she have failed to notice. Katie breathed deep and slow, desperate to regain her composure. She knew she had blacked out this time, the power of her orgasm too much for her delicate young body to contain. But there was something else niggling her, something she could not quite put her finger on but tantalised her annoyingly, like a mosquito buzzing around her ear.

 

She finally pinned the elusive thought down, her mouth widening as awareness crept over her. Something had been in her bottom! Hadn't it? She tightened her sphincter but felt nothing. Had there really been something? Had Lauren violated her in that way? She was frustrated with herself for being unable to remember, her inability to control her orgasms a weakness that made her feel her sluttish nature more keenly than ever.

 

Katie tried to look around for whatever had been used to penetrate her asshole but her restrictive restraints prevented her from seeing more than a tiny section of the room. She needed to know what had happened but she could not ask Lauren. She couldn't feel anything, not even a remnant of the sensation that haunted her, but there was no way she could ask her owner what had happened. The mere thought had the young girl blushing in embarrassment.

 

There was nothing surprising in not being able to discover the truth from her body alone. Her vagina throbbed with both pain and pleasure. She felt her pussy pulse with each beat of her heart sending the blood flowing into her plump labia, filling the puffy lips with a fresh hurt. The beating her pussy had taken was not forgotten, the remaining pain eclipsed only momentarily by the occasional trembling aftershock.

 

Her pussy dominated her thoughts, even as she gazed at her owner, Lauren's sweet smile almost taking her breath away. It was hard to accept just how she felt about her classmate, especially after all that had happened. Even bound as she was, in the pain that she still experienced, not only from her flogging but from the strain the severe position still put on her body, she couldn't deny the emotions that filled her when she looked at the pretty young girl.

 

She knew now that she loved Lauren. She didn't understand it. She of all people, Katie Thomas, loved another girl. It wasn't just that, she loved a girl who owned her, who treated her like a possession, who was training her to be a slave. She loved a girl who humiliated her and caused her pain. How could she feel anything for someone who did those things? How could she possibly even begin to understand her feelings? She couldn't even understand her own body.

 

As she tried to come to terms with the confusing emotions that made her question everything she knew about herself and her world, Lauren began to release the strict bondage in which she had been trapped for what felt like hours. Her leg was slowly lowered to the floor, the sensation of being able to have her legs together was strange, almost as if having her legs spread and her pussy exposed was now the most natural of positions.

 

Her sex tingled as Lauren gently massaged her thighs, both legs now free from rope. Katie's legs parted involuntarily, as if her pussy was controlling her body, welcoming her owner's touch. The young girl flushed when she realised what she had done but did not move to close her legs, reveling under the soft caresses of her owner.

 

Lauren lifted her to her feet, a hand in her hair, the other on her still bound arms. Her slim legs trembled slightly with the unaccustomed weight but she stayed upright with the help of her owner. Katie wanted so badly to lean into her classmate, to feel the strength of her owner support her, but she stood straight, wanting to show Lauren how good she could be.

 

She breathed a soft sigh of relief as Lauren unraveled the rope belt that had cinched her waist so tightly for so long. She couldn't help but look down her body, mouth parting as she saw the harsh marks left by the ropes. Lauren ran her fingers along the twisting pattern, giggling lightly as Katie's entire body shivered at the touch.

 

She was finally free from restraint but she was not given long to enjoy the sensation. The rope was soon reapplied to her wrists, her hands once again trapped together, only this time they were to her front, something she was not used to. She stayed silent as Lauren stepped out of view and slowly drew her arms upwards.

 

In moments her arms were stretched above her head, as taut and secure as her leg had once been. If she pushed herself to her tiptoes she could gain some relief but she could not keep it up for long, soon adopting a constantly shifting position, from the tips of her toes to the balls of her feet and back again. Lauren watched the delicate dance and smiled as Katie tried to find a level that was more comfortable than the rest. It was soon to be the least of her worries. She stood back and looked the restless teen over. The young girl's body glistened under a sheen of sweat, her pale skin still flushed from her recent orgasms. The restless teen had recovered from the intensity of the ecstasy that had overwhelmed her and she was bright-eyed and ready for more.

 

The sexy little slut was a sight to behold. her small nipples stood at attention, the hard pink buds pointing out from her chest, accentuating the fullness of the slim schoolgirl's bosom. Her pussy was a deeper pink, darker lines crisscrossing the tender flesh where a particular strand of the flogger had fallen with greater force than its brethren. The memory of the way the small whip had felt as it landed against the tender flesh made Lauren’s pussy shiver in delight. She felt the sensation flow into her belly and could wait no longer to enact her next fantasy.

 

Katie watched with trepidation as her owner left the room once more. She knew this did not bode well for her. Lauren had returned each time with yet more implements with which to torment her. How much longer could this continue? How much more could Lauren want to do to her? All she wanted to do was to lie in Lauren's arms, to feel the comfort she knew was there in her lover's embrace.

 

When she saw Lauren return, she realised she had been holding her breath. What was happening to her, she mused, exhaling noisily, embarrassed by her inability to stay in control of even the most simple of things. She stared wide-eyed at the bag in her owner's hand. It was filled with wooden pegs, the very same pegs with which she was already familiar. The next few minutes of her young life were filled with pain, constant sharp spikes of agony set as counterpoint to the growing ache the actions of her owner caused. When Lauren stepped back, Katie looked down at her body, small tears that had been welling in her eyes trickling down her cheeks.

 

Her breasts looked like two quivering hedgehogs clinging to her chest, the tender flesh studded with pegs, the small wooden clips cruelly pinching the soft meat. Lauren had started by surrounding the nipples, creating a perfect circle of pegs around each tiny bud. Even through the mounting agony, Katie wondered why her nipples had been spared. Once this pattern had been set, Lauren had begun to place the pegs randomly, covering her malleable mounds and the delicate skin surrounding them.

 

Katie had lost count at the thirtieth peg, or had it been before that. She had watched Lauren's face, not willing to witness the application of each tiny torturous clamp. Her owner had been so intent, the look of concentration complete. Sarah marveled at how pretty she looked but willed her to smile. She could do nothing but submit, accept her owner's desires for her body. She tried her best to make the pain a part of her, to accept it as something that made Lauren happy, but it was difficult. She could not quite reconcile the pain as a part of her submission, her tears a testament to her failure to accept this part of her life. She suffered it for her owner but it was all she could do.

 

Lauren stepped back to admire her handiwork and smiled at the young girl's bristling chest. Katie felt her own lips twitch into the ghost of a smile as she felt the quiet thrill flutter in her belly. How could it be right for a simple smile to make someone feel such intense emotions. She blinked away her tears, her spirit buoyed despite the continued pain in her chest.

 

Lauren moved back to the stretched schoolgirl and laid down a line of pegs from breast to belly, the line curving from her flank as it neared her sex. Katie groaned with each new application, amazed that the pain she was feeling could actually get worse. She begged and pleaded, silently, that Lauren would run out of pegs before she made it to her pussy. The soft lips still throbbed from their recent abuse and she knew there was no way she could stay quiet if her labia felt the bite of the rough wooden pegs.

 

Katie profusely thanked her owner as she stepped back once more, apparently happy with her handiwork this time. She wished she could thank Lauren out loud but she had tried her best to be quiet, hoping her silence would please her classmate. She only hoped the tiny whimpers that she could not hold back were okay. How much longer was this going to continue? She was tired and her body ached as it never had before but, as Lauren left the room once again, something strange happened to the securely restrained schoolgirl.

 

The pain had plateaued, consistent with each fresh pulse of blood around her body, sending back a tiny spike of agony as it passed each tightly clamped peg. She did not enjoy the pain, but it had become manageable. It was the strange new sensation sweeping over her that occupied her mind. She had never felt this way before and she didn't quite understand what was happening.

 

She felt... alive. She had never felt so alive. She couldn't explain it in any other way. She didn't welcome the pain, she didn't want it or like it, but... Her chest tightened as it often did when Lauren gave her a command. She knew, now, that this was the thrill she felt in her submission. it had been a discovery that had upset her at the time, but which had now become a part of her. The acceptance of her subservient nature was what had allowed her to acknowledge her feelings for Lauren. She was young, she knew what people would say, but she knew what love was. But this...

 

Lauren came back into the room with a long strand of rope dangling from her right hand. it didn't quite look like that with which she had been bound. It was thinner and much more flexible. Katie didn't know what it was, but it looked wicked and she knew it was not something she would enjoy. Lauren draped the strand around her neck and stepped in close to the straining teenager. She ran a finger along her jawline, lifting the young girl's bowed head to meet her gaze.

 

"Open, tongue out."

 

Katie opened and obediently thrust her tongue towards her owner. It glistened in the light, trembling as she waited. She watched anxiously as an open peg closed in upon her quivering tongue. She had to fight the urge to draw it back inside her, hiding it from the pain she knew would soon be hers. She yelped as the peg closed over the very tip of her tongue. She withdrew it now, too late, and quickly realised she could no longer close her mouth.

 

"Kitty, don't be naughty, get that tongue back out here."

 

Katie complied, pushing her tongue as far out of her mouth as she could, sending a long string of saliva down upon her breasts. In as many seconds, two more pegs were added, her tongue now sporting a torturous trident of tiny wooden clamps. Lauren had set each new peg at an angle, preventing her from drawing her tongue into her mouth. Katie tried once and felt the level of pain increase tenfold as the vicious bite of the wooden teeth pinched the soft flesh.

 

"Ok Kitty, I need to cook dinner soon but I should take these pegs off first, yes?"

 

Katie nodded her agreement, a fresh string of drool cascading from her open mouth. She knew they would hurt when they were taken off, but she wanted it so much. She knew she had no real say in what was to happen but she desperately wanted her owner to know how she felt. The young girl squealed as Lauren ran a hand casually along the line of pegs, rattling them against one another, causing each one to pull at her skin, pinching her cruelly.

 

Lauren stood back and slipped the wispy rope from her neck and let it dangle from her right hand. Katie watched with trepidation, unable to tell what was about to happen but bracing herself for an experience she was sure she would not enjoy. Reality dawned on the tired schoolgirl when her owner began flicking the rope back and forth. This was no rope, it was a whip. It did not look as she had expected but what did she truly know about any of this. She had no experience with perversion, for all she knew whips were six feet long and were used to swing across chasms while being chased by massive boulders.

 

Katie screamed as the whip descended, crashing into one of the pegs on her left side. The peg was sent spinning across the room, the pain from its removal surging through her. Fucking hell. FUCKING HELL. Was Lauren going to whip each peg from her body? She didn't think she could take that. She began mumbling, pleading unintelligibly with her owner to stop, saliva dribbling from her mouth.

 

A second peg went flashing across the room, this one dislodged from her breast. Katie danced in agony, trying to find some way to alleviate the pain. The whip was a blur in Lauren's hands as each flick of the wrist sent the supple length of leather snapping towards the squirming schoolgirl.

 

Not every stroke landed cleanly. More than once the whip hit her flesh, sending the young girl hopping from foot to foot to relieve the pain. Often the whip merely twisted the peg, leaving it hanging, the small wooden teeth barely gripping the delicate skin. Katie was far from silent during her ordeal, whimpering between each fresh scream the whip caused. The pegs on her tongue kept her from vocalising her desperate pleas for her owner to stop but it did not prevent her sounds of agony from filling the room.

 

Lauren smiled wickedly as she watched Katie dance under the whip. She hadn't had the money to pay for it, but she had conned her father into lending her the money to purchase some new shoes for training. She would make it up to him with Katie's first pay. She had practiced only a little but there was nothing like learning from doing she mused as the whip flicked yet another peg from the naked body of the young girl.

 

Katie was a mess, eyes red and puffy from crying, tears still falling with almost every blow. Her nose ran constantly, sending long trails of sticky mucus down her lips and into her open mouth, where it mingled with the continuous cascade of drool that fell onto her breasts as they were slowly denuded. The remaining pegs shuddered as the sobs wracked her pretty body, her breathing ragged and stuttering.

 

She jerked backward in her bonds as Lauren ran a hand across her belly, quickly removing the last two pegs that clung stubbornly to her young flesh. Was it over? Was it finally over? Katie had lost track not only of time but of sensation. Her world had condensed to the three feet of thin braided leather that flicked mercilessly toward her body. She could never have believed she could feel such things, never believed that such a depth of sensation existed.

 

Katie squealed as Lauren removed all three pegs from her tongue, one at a time with slow deliberation. She immediately slid it back inside her mouth, pushing her slime-covered lips together in a feeble attempt at protection. Both girls knew that if the order was given, the moist pink tongue would once again snake between the tightly pursed lips, but for now the illusion of control gave the weeping schoolgirl some degree of comfort.

 

Lauren scraped a towel roughly across the young girl's face, jerking her head back and forth with the forceful attention. Katie was glad of the cleaning but it made her feel so helpless. Even bound as she was, fresh from abuse that had rocked her fragile world, such an intimate gesture could still heighten her loss of control and reinforce her status as a possession, an owned thing. Lauren threw the towel to the floor and loosened the ropes keeping the young girl's arms above her head. She was only given a little slack, just enough to stand flat on the floor, the sharp ache in her calves finally alleviated.

 

Her owner stepped forward and caressed the still sniffling schoolgirl's face, gently pushing the long black tresses back behind her ears. Katie sagged into Lauren as the strong arms of her classmate wrapped around her. She lay her head on her owner's shoulder and softly kissed her neck. She lost herself in her owner's embrace, in the shelter of her arms everything felt right. She was safe, she was loved.

 

Katie's knees buckled slightly but she quickly recovered, not wanting this moment to end. She drew strength from her owner, the pain that continued to surge around her body, submerged beneath the solace she felt in the  press of lover's warm flesh. She nuzzled into Lauren, her soft lips pursing against her owner's neck in a near continuous stream of fleeting kisses.

 

Lauren ran her fingers across the sweat-slick buttocks of the young girl, smiling blissfully as they trembled under her touch. She listened to the storm crash outside, the rolling rumble of thunder distant now, replaced by the incessant drumming of the heavy rain. She could feel Katie's heart beat beneath her breast, the rapid pace slowing as she was comforted. Lauren could feel her own arousal surge once more. She would have to get this little slut between her legs again before the night was over.

 

"You've been a good girl, Kitty. I'm proud of you." Lauren smiled as she felt the young girl's pulse race at the praise, gratified by the effect of her words. "You didn't like the pegs did you?"

"No, Miss," Katie admitted, knowing honesty was merely a facet of her obedience.

"It's good to know but irrelevant. What matters is that I enjoyed it. Ready for some dinner?"

"Yes please Miss," Katie said anxiously, the emptiness in her belly, despite her light snack, a constant companion.

"While I make dinner, you will collect all the pegs. There are 42. Once you have finished, come into the kitchen and stand in the corner by the table."

 

Katie groaned as Lauren stepped away and began removing her bondage. Her arms were lowered from the ceiling, the long rope falling beside her once released from the bolts in the ceiling. She played the puppet once more, allowing Lauren to control her body, limbs loose and malleable. Her shoulders sagged as she realised her bondage was not to end. The rope about her wrists was left in place and Lauren simply collected the loose ends and pulled them up between her legs. Katie gasped as the rough rope was yanked against her vulva. She edged her legs wider as she felt Lauren reach from behind, dutifully providing her owner full access to her body. The young girl winced, grunting as the rope was slid between her labia and jerked tight.

 

Moments later she, yet again, wore a belt of rope, her waist cinched in a strict embrace. She wriggled her arms and found some movement remained to her, but it simply rubbed the roped across the delicate inner surface of her lips. She would be trying to keep her arms as still as she could, her pussy hurt enough, the ache from her flogging still very much a part the myriad sensations that filled her.

 

"The bag's over there, hop to it."

 

Lauren gave her a swift smack on the butt and left the room, leaving Katie to her task. The tired schoolgirl wasted no time. springing to her search, the sting of the slap still tingling in her buttock. She supposed she could use her hands, they were tied tightly together but at least they were in front of her, but it was not very practical. She wriggled her fingers and felt them brush across the moist lips of her sex. If she was to collect any pegs that way she would basically have to squat extremely low and feel around for them. The prospect was instantly discarded, her mouth the only logical option.

 

The young girl worked systematically, collecting first those closest to her and spreading out in ever increasing circles. The sound of the rain filled the room, accompanied occasionally by a muted whimper as her hands moved and she pulled the rope through her slit. She could hear nothing from the kitchen as she scurried about the room, kneeling down to collect each small wooden peg.

 

She had vowed not to waste a second, knowing that she would need to be in position in the kitchen before Lauren finished cooking. Her main motivation, however, was to be back with her owner. Being separated from her, knowing she was only feet away was a torment that rivaled any she had endured that night.

 

She felt so weak and silly, her thoughts consumed by her owner: hearing her voice, seeing her face, feeling her loving touch. Even sensing her presence, knowing she was near, was something Katie ached for. She didn't want to feel this way, to be so utterly reliant on another person, to have their very existence be the focus of her own, but this was the way she felt now. This was her life.

 

*  *  *  *  *

 

Forty-one: all but one peg had been collected. She had searched almost the entire room and one small peg still eluded her. As time ticked by she became ever more frantic in her efforts to locate the errant object. She was on her knees now, scrambling behind the couch, desperate to fulfill her task. She'd been a good girl. Lauren was proud of her. The young girl blinked back tears at the memory, emotions too intense for her youthful sensibilities to deal with. She had been a good girl and now... And now, she was going to fail. She was going to displease her owner by failing at such a simple task.

 

Katie rested her head on the ground, chest tightening as her shoulders jerked with her first full sob. It was then that she saw the object of her desire, wedged on its side underneath the cabinet in the corner of the room. How the hell had it managed to travel so far? She scurried across the room, tears quickly forgotten.

 

The peg rested against the wall, over a foot away. The cabinet was only a few inches above the floor, there was no way she could slide her foot under there as she had done with the coffee table. Her hands were tied. She had found the peg and yet it was still beyond her ability to finish her task. She had to admit defeat. She had to crawl into the kitchen and apologise for being so useless. The thought of how Lauren would react made her despair. She couldn't face it. She couldn't bear to see the disappointment on her owner's face. Katie sat back on her heels, worrying her lip, trying to think of something, anything.

 

She looked around the room, heart beating faster with every passing moment. There was almost nothing in the room she could use to help her reach the peg. It was just a normal lounge room, what did she expect to find. She could maybe use the whip, but it was Lauren's and she shivered at the very thought of touching it, using it for something so mundane.

 

Of course! Inspiration struck the distraught teen like a bolt of lightning from the storm that continued to rage outside. She hurried to the bag of pegs on the table and tipped it over, spilling the small wooden clamps. She worked feverishly, opening and closing peg after peg, until she had created a fragile string of pegs almost a foot long. The moment she picked it up, the construction wobbled and threatened to break but it held together and she was able to walk, slowly but surely, back to the cabinet.

 

As she carefully lowered herself to her knees, Katie reflected on the discomfort between her legs, something her desperate scramble to create the peg-pole had more than doubled. There had been nothing else she could do, and if this worked, the pain would have been well worth it. Inch by delicate inch, she pushed the flimsy construction under the cabinet.

 

She was performing almost blind, her tightly bound hands feeding the pegs with tiny flicks of her fingers. She didn't want to look at her hands, the normal soft pink skin turned an unsightly purple. She just needed to finish this, get in the kitchen and soon enough Lauren would let her out of the severe bondage. She had been a good girl. Her concentration was focused and complete as she felt the string of clumsily joined pegs bump against the back wall. She bent down to peer under the cabinet, unaware she was being watched. Lauren had stood quietly observing her girl construct her little peg contraption, smiling at the slut's ingenuity. She loved to watch the pretty schoolgirl work, her desire to please radiating from her in an almost tangible aura. Lauren left her to it, returning to the kitchen, her presence unnoticed.

 

It took her four frustrating attempts, accompanied by the whimpers and groans of a young girl desperate to succeed. Each failed attempt to remove the peg made each subsequent try all the harder, her hands shaking, her body threatening to succumb to her fears and send her sobbing into the kitchen to admit defeat. Small tears of joy ran down her cheeks when she finally saw the edge of the errant peg poke out from the side of the cabinet. Her persistence had paid off, but she couldn't waste any time celebrating, time was ticking away. She slowly drew her chain of pegs from under the cabinet, the last thing she needed now was for it to break, leaving half its length out of reach.

 

Katie could barely contain her happiness as she filled the bag with the pegs she had spilt. She was grinning madly, which only made it harder to pick up each peg in her mouth. At last the task was complete, each peg safely deposited in the bag. At last she could rejoin Lauren. Katie all but ran to the kitchen, stopping short, suddenly apprehensive. She tentatively stepped around the corner and saw Lauren busily cooking at the stove. She looked towards the corner where she had been told to wait and stepped softly towards it. The delicate silver anklet tinkled, heralding her presence in the room. Lauren was sure to have heard her entrance, there was nothing for it now but to get to the corner and wait.

 

It was difficult, bypassing her owner, she wanted nothing more than to cross the room and slip her arms around the slim girl's waist, press her body against Lauren's and shower the smooth skin of her neck in kisses. Instead she walked to the corner, each step slow and deliberate. She glanced at her owner one last time before facing into the corner, pressing her body as far into the crook of the wall as she could manage. She listened to the sounds behind her, eager for her exile to end. It was hard to be so close and yet so far. The corner felt like a punishment, but she knew it was not the case. Not being able to see Lauren, knowing she was there, busy while she stood still, was preying on her mind. She tried not to think too much about the loneliness she felt, the sense of inadequacy that plagued her. If only Lauren would-

 

"Kitty?" Katie jumped, yanking the rough rope between her labia.

"Yes Miss?"

"Are you going to be a good girl during dinner?"

"Yes, Miss, I will be very good," Katie pleaded sincerely.

"Ok then, let's get these ropes off. How's that puss?"
"It's a little sore Miss."

"And..."

"And it's wet too."

"Always wet, hey pussywhistle. We might just have to bottle that cream someday."

 

A shiver flew down Katie's spine at the prospect. Lauren was so close, she could feel her breath on her neck, the intimate warmth sending a wave of gooseflesh down her right side. Lauren was so close but she still had not touched her. Katie knew that if she leaned back, ever so slightly, contact would be made, but she knew that was wrong. She had been a good girl and she would not be naughty now.

 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, the anticipation was finally relieved as Lauren untied the rope from around the young girl's waist. Katie's knees trembled as her owner's hands brushed across her skin, sticky with dried sweat. She was spun around and the ropes loosened from her wrist, the first time in hours she was completely unfettered.

 

Katie was momentarily at a loss with her unaccustomed freedom. Her instincts took over and her hands slipped behind her back, flexing slowly to alleviate the ache from their extended bondage. She faced Lauren now and that was all she had wanted. She lost herself in the hauntingly blue eyes, the high cheekbones, the wicked smile that curled the soft, pink lips.

 

She remained still, content, as her owner dropped the rope to the floor and slid a small rubber clip around the front of her collar. Lauren took her by the hand and led her to the table. There was only one place set, a leash looped around the back of the chair. Lauren clicked her fingers and pointed at the floor and Katie sank to her knees.

 

"Legs wider. Back straight, hands on your thighs, palms up. Fingers straight, Kitty, don't curl them up like some ugly claw." Katie cringed at the correction, wanting only to please. "When you are told to kneel, this is the position you will adopt."

 

Katie felt the exposure of the position, her legs spread widely, opening her pussy. It felt strange to kneel and not have her hands behind her. Somehow she felt more vulnerable, as if this position was one of welcome, inviting not only scrutiny but access as well, her open palms offering her body for use.

 

Lauren clipped the leash to the small rubber ring she had looped around Katie's collar, feeding it back through itself. She didn't want her slave's pretty collar to get scratched, the small loop the perfect solution. She stepped back and looked at the kneeling schoolgirl, delighting in the soft young body displayed for her. The little slut had not been touched for some time and yet a patina of moisture still covered her vulva, the dim sheen able to be seen even at a distance.

 

Katie rested as Lauren served the meal. She could see from the plate set upon the table, that her owner had cooked a succulent chicken breast, broccoli, carrots, sweet potato and beans. The chicken was marked with the enticing black stripes from the grill, something Katie had only ever seen in a restaurant. Lauren finished the setting with a bottle of her favourite beer before serving Katie's meal.

 

A plate was placed on the floor, the meal identical to her owner's, with only one difference: her entire meal had been chopped into bite-size chunks. Katie stared at the plate of food, her stomach grumbled and her mouth filled with saliva. She was jerked forward as Lauren moved her chair to the table. The young girl recovered quickly, shuffling her knees forward just a little, not wanting to move too much without permission. Katie watched from the floor as Lauren started her meal.

 

"Did you have fun tonight kitty?" Lauren asked between mouthfuls.

"Um, sometimes Miss."

"What did you like, hmmm. And don't say coming, that's a given for a slut like you."

"Um, I liked eating your pussy, Miss," Katie replied, preoccupied by the meal on the floor before her. Watching her owner eat was torturous.

"Kitty, you're not taking this seriously," Lauren chastised with mock concern.

"Sorry Miss, um... I don't think I really liked much."

"Good girl for being honest, but I'm not sure that's the whole truth. I mean, just look at your pussy. Slip some fingers in there. Show. There you see, I think you liked more than you know. But you were a good girl, you may eat."

 

Katie was instantly on her hands and knees, her face lowered to the plate, the first bite of chicken in her mouth. She rejoiced in the spicy flavours that Lauren had sprinkled over the meat and could barely chew for the huge smile that split her face. She strained at her collar each time she leant down to collect the next bite. There was barely enough give in the leash to allow her to reach the plate but she continued to eat, almost without pause.

 

She blushed as she sensed the familiar tingling between her legs as the flames of her arousal were fanned by her situation. She felt every movement of her leash: as it swung freely beneath her or pulled tight at her collar. She really shouldn't be surprised by the reactions of her body, but she still had not come to terms with the slut that she was. She had accepted the fact, and her status, but she still did not fully understand. The young girl tried to blot out her confusion as she enjoyed the meal her owner had cooked for her.

 

"Sit up. Head back, right back Kitty. Open."

 

Katie watched wide-eyed, her head tilted back, mouth open wide, as Lauren took a swig of her beer and leant over the anxious teen. Katie knew what was going to happen, but she was still startled by the first splash of cool beer that fell into her open mouth. She fought the urge to sit up, watching instead as the long stream of yellow liquid cascaded from her owner’s mouth into her own.

 

"Drink." Katie swallowed the mouthful, not particularly enjoying the slightly bitter taste. "Eat."

 

Once again she was back on all fours, finishing the delicious meal. Lauren talked as she ate, Katie listened. She knew that whether or not she liked what had been done to her didn't matter, but to have Lauren tell her, casually as part of a larger lecture on sluts and slaves was still difficult to hear.

She knew Lauren had feelings for her, you couldn't do these things for someone if you didn't, surely. Lauren's will was what mattered: her needs and wants and desires, her pleasure and her wellbeing were what was important. Katie mattered only in how she could serve, how she could fulfill the wishes of her owner. It was not an easy concept to grasp, it was even harder to accept. She was cognisant of the way her body reacted to her submission, the quiet thrill that shot through her when she received instruction, but it went only partway towards sublimating her own sense of self to ensure her owner was happy.

 

Katie wrestled with the concept as she ate, wishing only for a break from the warfare that raged within her. She wanted her reticence, that tiny voice of dissent, to fade away and surrender her to her service. She just wanted it to fuck off and leave her in peace. Everything would be so much easier if she could just do this one small thing. It had grown quieter, often a mere background buzz inside her head, but it came to the fore at the most unlikely of times, when she wanted it the least. She knew the reason she was so quick to feel the flush of humiliation and shame was due to this tiresome voice of reason, the monotony of its insistence galling, causing the hateful rosiness found so often in her cheeks.

 

Katie tried to calm herself and focus on the meal Lauren had prepared so lovingly. She tried to push away the anxious tightness that had started to constrict her chest, her heart beating rapidly as the upsetting frustration of her situation began to grow. Why couldn't she just leave it well enough alone. She was no longer tied up, no longer a pain-infused toy for her owner. Lauren sat beside her, chatting merrily away, it was a time for happiness not self-recrimination.

 

"Kitty?" Katie looked up at her owner, sure she had been called more than once. "What's wrong?"

"Noth- Um..." Katie hesitated, knowing she had been headed for a punishment with her noncommittal answer. "Miss, I... I just want to be good and make you happy."

 

Well it was true, she could not be accused of lying. She didn't really want to tell Lauren of the turmoil inside her. She couldn't bear the disappointment on her face. It was her burden to carry, Lauren had enough to think about.

 

"Good, Kitty, but why can I see tears, hmmm. Tell me," Lauren ordered, twisting on her chair and pulling Katie towards her by the leash. The moment she was between her legs, their soft warmth brushing against her bared arms, the tears flowed, the young girl's shoulders shuddering as she sobbed before her Mistress.

 

Katie allowed herself to be drawn into the safe embrace. She leaned forward and threw her arms around Lauren, burying her face in the black skirt, unable to stop once the release had begun. Her hair was stroked, the soft flesh beneath her collar caressed ever so gently and she felt suddenly foolish at her girlish weakness. She was about to draw back but she could not suffer the loss of the blissful embrace. Under the tender ministrations of her owner, she calmed down enough that her tears stopped, her shoulders once again still.

 

"Well now Kitty," Lauren began, gently pushing the young girl's head from her lap. She cupped Katie's face, cheeks glistening with the tracks of her fresh tears, and lifted it towards her. "What's this all about?"

"Um," sniffed Katie, "Miss it's just that, like what I said before that I want to make you happy. I lo... Um, Miss I, I'm just really confused. I want to be good and I know it's not easy and I know that I'm a slut and I know that I don't really mean anything and I know-"

"You know an awful lot, Kitty," said Lauren cutting her off. "We both know these things, some of them though are not quite as you say. You don't mean nothing. You are my property and that is something very special. Don't ever let anyone say you're nothing. You belong to me and it is your duty to make sure I have what I want, to please me. That is very important, Kitty, very important.

 

"Listen," Lauren said, wiping the salty moistness from the trembling schoolgirl's cheek. "Give me your plate. Now listen, being a slave isn't easy but what in life is. The best things in life are the most difficult," Lauren explained as she fed Katie the remains of her meal, bite by bite.

 

"You are here because I want you here. Your life is now dedicated to serving me. I know how you feel, I've seen the way your body reacts. You were born for this. It's not a coincidence that drew us together. It was fate that made you let Max lick your pussy that day. It was fate that made you stream it on the net. It was fate that had me watching at just the right time. These things don't happen by mistake. You were meant to be mine. That is what you know."

 

Katie ate each bite that was placed in her mouth, listening obediently to her owner's speech. She had cringed when Lauren mentioned Max but what she said was true. It didn't really make it any easier, the torment she caused herself still present, but she was happy that Lauren cared for her. She felt the rightness of Lauren's words and wanted desperately to believe.

 

It was difficult, kneeling naked before another girl, collared and leashed, pussy moist with arousal, but it was her place now. Lauren wanted what was best for her and that was to serve faithfully and completely. That was how she would find her own happiness and hopefully quell that frustrating voice of dissent, that even now urged her to cover her nudity.

 

Her legs were spread widely, her pussy displayed for her owner. It was how she sat now, the right position for a slut. It was part of her service, to keep her pussy always available. She was still not used to the exposure but at least it was becoming more natural, she only blushed most of the time now.

 

"Feel better now, Kitty?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied around a mouthful of broccoli.

"Manners! I thought you were trained better than that. Do you want to be caned, is that it?"

"No Miss. I'm sorry, I didn't think," Katie pleaded.

"I'm sure you didn't. Is that an excuse now is it? Sorry officer, I did rob that bank, I wasn't thinking."

 

Katie hung her head in shame, unable to believe her stupidity. She knew better than that. Lauren was being so understanding and she had just been dumb. She could feel the tears blur her vision once more. She was tired of crying, tired of being stupid and failing to do the right thing.

 

"Well?"

"Sorry Miss, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry for my bad manners. I promise not to do it again."

"You can go and run me a bath while I finish my dinner," Lauren commanded, removing the leash and clip from her collar.

 

Katie was on her feet and halfway from the room before being called back. A heavy dread settled upon her as she stopped and turned, stepping slowly back to her owner. She had done yet another thing wrong and this time, she just knew she would be punished.

 

"Aren't you forgetting something Kitty?"

"Um, may I leave the room Miss?" Katie replied unsurely.

 

Lauren's only response was to tap her cheek with a finger as she continued to eat. Katie stood straighter, a great weight lifting from her shoulders. She leaned in and kissed her owner tenderly on the cheek, feeling the muscles of her jaw work beneath her lips, before scurrying from the room.

 

*  *  *  *  *

 

The bath was almost full, the water at the perfect temperature, hot but not scalding. She had the shampoo, soap and puffball by the side of the bath, ready to serve. All that was left now was to wait. She turned to the mirror and looked at the pretty young girl that stared back at her. She had changed so much in so short a time.

 

She ignored the puffy red eyes that were but a temporary inconvenience, instead focusing on her body. The slight pudginess had all but gone, her petite form even slimmer, more toned. She would never be quite like Lauren but she was happy as she was. She had changed for Lauren, as a result of the training she had instituted. She looked good, she thought as she turned to view her body from different angles.

 

Katie looked at the pink mound between her legs, her intimate cleft glistening. She looked down her body, pushing her hips forward to view the darker stripes that Lauren's makeshift flogger had left. She touched them and felt the slight sting, more discomfort than pain. Fuck, but that had hurt.

 

"Kitty!"

 

Shit, had she said that out loud? Lauren was standing in the doorway watching her. The young girl froze like a startled deer. She was out position, caught admiring herself in a mirror. Her buttocks tensed, almost able to feel the harsh sting of the cane.

 

"Your manners really do leave a lot to be desired tonight. Come. Open."

 

Katie was dragged to the sink by her hair, hips bumping painfully into the edge of the counter. She opened her mouth to receive the block of soap Lauren had picked up from somewhere. It was forced into her mouth, instantly making her gag. Lauren held her head steady with one hand, the soap in her mouth with the other. Katie pushed against the counter, desperate to alleviate the painful pressure digging into her hipbone.

 

"I don't want to hear that kind of talk from you, Kitty. Next time it will be five strokes of the cane. Do you understand," Lauren hissed, punctuating her words with sharp slaps upon the schoolgirl's full breasts.

"Eth ith," Katie mumbled around the slimy square.

 

Her saliva had begun to lather the soap, her tongue quickly coated with a frothy layer of suds. She gagged again, her body heaving, wanting nothing more than to expel the vile-tasting intruder. Her eyes were watering as her body heaved, muscles tensing in a rhythmic pulse.

 

"Come, Kitty. Kneel by the bath."

 

Lauren let the young girl go and padded over to the bath, trailing her fingers through the water to test the temperature. Katie stepped behind her and knelt by the bath as Lauren quickly shed her clothes. Despite the discomfort, Katie still enjoyed the sight of her owner's naked body, the smooth, lithe form like a soothing balm for the frantic teenager's tattered composure.

 

"Is that how you have been taught to kneel?"

 

Katie immediately shifted position, her arms quickly sliding to her front, hands resting palm up on her thighs, which she spread a little wider for good measure. Lauren lowered herself slowly into the bath a look of contented bliss on her face as her body was submerged into the water.

 

Katie pushed her tongue to the front of her mouth, sliding it along the surface of the soap, forcing a cascade of frothy soap-infused saliva down her chin and onto her chest. The slimy trail continued to ooze from her mouth, her lips pulled back from the cake of soap in a distasteful grimace. Lauren had forced her teeth into the soap, making it easier for the young girl to keep the slippery square in her mouth. She would never swear again, never fucking swear again. This was no time for jokes, she chastised. She marvelled at her ability to make light of the situation. Was it because of everything she had gone through or was she just a bit of a nut.

 

Lauren eased herself low in the water, only her head above the surface. She looked over at the silently suffering schoolgirl, her face and chest a mess. Long strings of bubbly drool dripped from her chin, onto her breasts, coating the smooth mounds with the discoloured slime.

 

"Kitty, are you going to be a good girl?" Katie nodded her head plaintively, not trusting herself to speak. "Ok then, you may put the soap in the sink."

 

Katie did as she was instructed, easing her jaws apart and sliding the soap from her mouth. She slid her tongue forward the moment the block was out, pushing a large quantity of liquid down her chin. She dropped the soap into the sink and scurried back to the bath, her lips drawn back from her teeth, not wanting to close her mouth around the slimy residue.

 

"Kitty, do you think it is cool to swear, hmmm? You've heard the cool kids say 'fuck this' and 'shit that'."
"No Miss," Katie pleaded, grimacing as her tongue swilled the foul taste of soap around her mouth.

"You know what will happen if I hear those words again. I won't tolerate that disrespect. Understand?"
"Yes Miss. I'm sorry, I won't do it anymore. I promise."

"So full of promises tonight, Kitty. Would you like to hop in here with me?"

"Yes please, Miss," Katie gushed, her heart leaping at the thought.

"First fetch some candles, bottom drawer in the kitchen. And don't dawdle," Lauren added as Katie scurried from the bathroom.

 

Her tongue worked tirelessly as she hurried down the stairs. The soapy residue coated her mouth, the vile taste overpowering, saliva pooling inside her. Katie looked at the sink, daring to entertain the thought of spitting out the frothy mouthful. She didn't want to swallow the foul-tasting brew but she could not bring herself to spit it out. It felt wrong. She gathered all the candles she could find and the small box of matches that she found in the draw. She piled the candles, tall and short, thin and squat, in the crook of her left arm, pressing them against her breast. She didn't know how many she should bring, not having been told a specific number. She hoped she was doing the right thing as she scurried back up the stairs.

 

Lauren had settled into the bath, lying back, eyes closed, her pretty face calm and content. Katie was unsure what to do next, looking to Lauren for instruction. She didn't know how long she could hold the candles, feeling one already start to slip from her grasp.

 

"Place them around the room. Nicely, Kitty," ordered Lauren without opening her eyes. Katie may not have made a sound but the anklet that was now a part of the uniform Lauren had set her, tinkled with each footfall. Even naked, Katie still wore the badges of her status: her collar and now her anklet. She wondered what else would be added as her training progressed.

 

Once she had placed all the candles around the room, and lit them at her owner's instruction, Katie knelt down beside the bath, eager to be acknowledged. The room was bathed in a soft orange glow, the young girl submerged in the bath seemed to radiate her own light. Katie could not take her eyes from her lover, but the mouthful of suds had become unbearable.

 

"Excuse me Miss," Katie ventured, careful not to allow any liquid to escape.

"Yes pussywhistle?"

"May I rinse my mouth please?"

"Have you learnt your lesson?"

"Yes Miss, I really have."

"Brush your teeth. Then pee. Then you may join me."

 

Katie jumped to her feet and rushed to the sink, spitting the mouthful of slime into the porcelain bowl. She rinsed once before pushing a tiny worm of white paste onto her brush, the small pink princess toothbrush that Lauren had assigned her. She knew it was silly but she felt so... she wasn't sure exactly what she felt but cleaning her teeth with the childish brush made her blush.

 

Her rosy cheeks reddened further as she sat on the toilet and noticed Lauren watching her, chin resting on the side of the bath, the sweet smile that Katie longed for, curling her pretty pink lips. She looked deep into her owner's eyes as she released her flow. As the steady stream of yellow liquid splashed beneath her, she felt her chest warm, knowing without seeing, that it was now a mottled pink, her body once again betraying her inner turmoil.

 

Katie flushed, looking sheepishly away, not wanting to deal with the confusing emotions brought about by her owner's gaze. She rushed to the bath, hesitated, but at a nod from Lauren, slowly lowered herself into the soothing water, her bottom settling between her owner's feet. The young girl shuffled forward, beckoned onwards by a tiny crooked finger. She did not stop until she was nestled between Lauren's legs, her own sliding past her lover's petite waist.

 

Lauren leaned forward and kissed her then, Katie's mouth parted, her pulse quickening at the tender touch. She felt her hand grasped gently, guided slowly, sensuously to her owner's sex. Her fingers slid inside and received her Lauren's lust-filled moan as they continued to kiss, tongues dancing delicately, dominant and submissive; a reflection of each girl's place in the world.

 

Katie's pussy pulsed, yearning for a similar touch, but Lauren's hands remained aloof. The young girl’s fingers squirmed inside her owner, stroking the ridges and folds of her delicate inner walls. She curled her fingers towards her, pressing against the front of her owner's cunt, as if beckoning the orgasm forth. Her thumb pressed against the tiny clit, rubbing the tight button in slow, deliberate circles.

 

Katie could feel Lauren's hips pushing forward, sliding along the slippery floor of the bath. She felt her own body responding in kind, though there was no satisfaction to be provided for her. Katie squealed as her tongue was captured between hard white teeth. Lauren bit down, securing the wriggling member as the orgasm broke upon her.

 

Her slut's mouth needed a lot more training but her fingers were already experienced. She knew her way around a pussy, no doubting that, Lauren thought as she came. It was not intense but she was content, happy with her slave's performance. She would think of a suitable reward, something other than an orgasm, the cheeky little slut had been allowed quite enough of those.

 

Lauren leaned back, relinquishing the trembling schoolgirl's tongue, the eager fingers sliding from her submerged sex. Katie edged forward, slipping her fingers back between her owner's slim lips. Lauren gasped, her heavy-lidded eyes finding those of her slave, wide and glassy with lust. The candlelight shone upon Katie's face, her hair shimmering in the diffused light.

 

She lay back, enjoying the attention of her slave, knowing she would not orgasm again, not from these gentle caresses. Lauren closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift away. Katie watched her owner relax, making sure to keep her movements steady, unsure what Lauren was feeling but needing to keep her just the way she was. She had never looked so beautiful and the young girl wanted the moment to last forever. Her shoulders slumped just a little as Lauren eventually pushed her hand away. Katie resisted for the briefest of moments, her fingers curling one last time inside the warm folds. Lauren's eyes fluttered open and Katie quickly looked away, aware of her naughtiness but not wanting to face the possible recrimination she may see in her lover's eyes.

 

"Cheeky."

 

Katie's blush was accompanied by a wicked grin. She could hear the smile in Lauren's voice and gloried in the happiness that filled her. She slid forward, eager to feel her owner's embrace, wanting to have her lips locked once again, remembering the delicious thrill she had felt as her classmate had bitten her tongue.

 

Lauren allowed the enthusiastic teen to creep forwards, sliding her body atop her own, inviting the kiss, deeming it her reward for her good behaviour. She was trying, that was clear. It was also clear that she was struggling with her new life. Her body had clearly accepted who she was: that pussy, almost always wet, insatiable. She was still coming to terms with the inevitable surrender, but that was natural. She had come so much further than Lauren had predicted, which only made her decision to take her all the more right.

 

The teenagers stayed in the bath until the water became tepid, washing each other, Katie never missing an opportunity to sample the delights of her owner's body. As Lauren stepped from the bath, she spread her legs, placing her calves flush against the edge of the bath. She leaned forward, watching in the mirror, delighting in the way the soft candlelight caught her glistening skin. Katie surged to her knees, reading the signal Lauren was sending, her eager tongue sliding across the slim labia exposed to her.

 

"Higher."

 

Katie obeyed, her tongue slipping higher, sliding across the tight sphincter. She lapped eagerly, creeping lower occasionally, to dip between her owner's tight lips. "Uh uh," Lauren scolded gently, sending Katie back to her anus. The young girl licked the asshole, her tongue in constant motion, feeling the tight ring of muscle relax under her insistent service. She hardened herself, spearing the puckered rosette as she had been taught.

She was rewarded with a soft groan as her owner pressed her hips back, melting into the slow rhythm of tongue-fucking Katie had established. Lauren could not believe how different this was to the young girl's first hesitant outing. There was no hesitation, no tentative flicking, just pure enthusiasm, her tongue darting and squirming against her pulsing muscle. She reached back, grabbing Katie’s hair and pulled the young girl forward, driving her face between her buttocks. Katie steadied herself but kept lapping her owner’s asshole, head bobbing rhythmically, her own arousal rising once again. Could she bring Lauren to orgasm? This was the only thought that occupied the submissive schoolgirl’s mind as her face was buried between the tight cheeks of another girl’s bottom.

 

Lauren eventually released her hold and stepped away, her body shuddering at the pleasurable sensation that made her weak at the knees. Katie almost fell from the bath as she attempted to follow the object of her desire, eager to have her question answered. She sat back in the water and pouted, her momentary sulk only partly feigned. Lauren caught the look in the mirror and smiled, the depths of Katie’s lust causing a shiver in her loins. The girl truly was insatiable, so eager. It was definitely time to progress her training. She was well off schedule and she’d need time to rethink her approach, but that could wait. For now she was alone with her slave and she would enjoy the opportunity.

 

“Out you get, Kitty. You like my little asshole, hmmm?”
“Yes Miss,” Katie replied breathlessly, stepping out of the bath towards her owner, her movements carefully casual but allowing her to brush against Lauren’s slippery skin.

“Dry me off. I have practice in the morning so it’s time for bed.”

 

Katie obeyed, drying Lauren’s body with gentle caresses. She was allowed to dry her own hair before being instructed to kneel behind her owner as she brushed her teeth. She licked the tight pussy, pushing her face up between Lauren’s legs, tongue lapping slow and hard, tasting the muted musk. She could no longer keep her hands to herself, moving them hesitantly from behind her, placing each one tentatively on a smooth thigh, anxious that her audacity not be punished. Lauren allowed the touch, smiling to herself in the mirror as the naked schoolgirl’s hands tickled the inside of her thigh. Katie almost fell over when Lauren bent down to rinse her mouth, but she compensated quickly, steadying herself with her hands.

 

“You weren’t told to stop.”

 

Katie dove forward her mouth covering the moist sex a second later. She hadn’t known, she could only hope Lauren understood. She could feel her owner’s body quiver as she leaned forward, following the tight cleft as Lauren straightened up. Katie slid herself directly under her lover, shoulders pressed back, neck stretched to reach up between the closed thighs, eager to stay in contact. She nuzzled forward, pressing between the thighs, forcing them gently apart until her questing tongue reached her glistening goal. She moaned as her tongue slipped between the slim labia, the faintly sour taste of her owner’s wetness coating her tongue.

 

Katie’s body boiled with a sudden fever as the scene came unbidden to her mind, as if she was watching the lascivious tableau from a distance. She could not shake the thought that threatened to break her concentration. She had burrowed between Lauren’s thighs, desperately seeking the soft pink mound that held such delight, just as Max had done to her. She was no different, pushing forward, insistent, craving the cunt, her heated desire driving her onwards, unthinkingly, selfishly.

 

“Enough pussywhistle. Hurry up and dry yourself. Then to bed.” Lauren stalked from the room, leaving Katie scrambling for the damp towel she had used to dry her owner.

 

*  *  *  *  *

 

Katie knelt by the bed, suckling the baby bottle Lauren held for her. She didn’t like being forced to drink from such a container, mouth working to eke out such small amounts of liquid. She felt odd with the plastic nipple in her mouth, it felt… She didn’t want to think about it. The flushed schoolgirl looked into the eyes of her lover, seeking solace, anything that would help her deal with the strange thoughts that swirled within her.

 

“You look so cute like that, Kitty. I love your collar so much,” Lauren said tracing a finger across the smooth metal band.

“I love you,” Katie thought, glad that her mouth was filled by the small rubber nipple. Her emotions were so intense, colouring her every thought, close to the surface, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment. She was such a coward. She had tried, and failed, to let her owner know how she felt. It was just that… What if Lauren laughed at her? What if she said she was just a silly girl? Her heart would shatter into a million jagged pieces, she knew. She could almost see it happening, almost feel the pain she knew it would bring.   

“Thirsty little slut. This bottle is yours now. You are to keep it by your bed and drink from it whenever you are at home. Only during dinner are you allowed to drink from a glass.”

 

Katie’s eyes widened as Lauren removed the bottle and placed it on the nightstand. She couldn’t have that bottle in her room. Her mother would see it. There was no way she could explain it away. She looked up into the ethereal eyes of palest blue and knew she had to speak.

 

“Miss, um, I ca- Miss what if someone sees it.”

“Kitty,” Lauren began, leaning forward to kiss the tender young lips. “You’ll do as you’re told.”

“Yes Miss,” Katie replied, unable to decide between disappointment and elation.

“Put on ‘An Occasional Dream’ and hop in here.”

 

Katie obeyed, finding the playlist and scurrying into bed once the music began to fill the room, the soft melody complemented by the muted thrum of rain.  Lauren lay on her back and Katie slid under the sheet, pulling it over her body as she snuggled into her owner. Lauren drew her close, the young girl sighing as she rested her head on the small breast, the soft flesh the only pillow she ever desired. Her arm slid across the smooth belly, hugging her close, melting into her owner’s tender embrace.

The teenagers stayed this way, Katie's entire body relaxing as she listened to her owner's heart, the slow pulsing beat a counterpoint to the music that filled the room. Lauren's music was so very different from anything she was used to. It was deeper, the words more than the simple odes to partying and boys that were her familiar fare. She listened, falling for her lover's music as she had for the girl herself.

Not everything was to her taste, one singer with a voice like gargled gravel was just too strange, but the beauty in the music, the poetry of the lyrics, touched her in ways she had not understood were possible. She knew the band playing now, but she did not know the song.

She listened intently, her own heart beating faster as she felt as if it had been written just for her, expressing how she was feeling right now. She listened as the story was told, a litany of wants from one lover to another: diamonds, empty highways and riches beyond measure. Her heart was wrenched asunder as she felt the pain, the empassioned treaty of the singer. It was her wish, her only wish. She had never felt anything more, her entire body aching with the truth that soared around her.

"Kitty. All I want is you," Lauren whispered as she stroked the young girl's hair.

Small tears rolled onto the warm skin beneath her as Katie's heart beat as if for the first time. The heavy weight inside her chest bore down upon her frailty, threatening to crush her from within.

"Hey, what's wrong? Pussywhistle?" Lauren questioned, gently raising the weeping schoolgirl's face from her breast.

"Miss," Katie sniffed, unable to hold back her tears, her delicate emotions unready for the feelings that consumed her. "I... It's...I want you too, Miss. I just want, so much... And when you..." Katie could not finish, her lips quivering with emotion.

"Oh, Kitty. You are so adorable," Lauren whispered, her satisfied smile tinged with just a little awe at the gorgeous girl that lay by her side, the girl that she owned. She kissed the tears from Katie's eyes, the salty taste making her shiver.

Lauren kissed her then, full and passionate, covering the trembling lips with her own, calming the young girl with her understanding touch. Katie lay back down once the kiss was broken, a mess of confusion, only one thing burning clear and bright through the turmoil of emotion. Lauren loved her too, she was sure of it.

They lay entwined, lovers, owner and possession, as the music slowly faded away leaving only the gentle hiss of rain, the storm having all but played itself out. The fury of the afternoon had passed, the tumult all but forgotten replaced only by the soft, comforting rain.

Katie felt the body beneath her relax into sleep. She was safe, content, the warmth of her owner filling her. She wanted nothing more than this, not right now. Not ever. There was no love without pain, she knew that now. The turmoil that kept her awake slowly subsided, calming as she came to terms with what she was and how she felt.

The whisper was barely audible, but it was the most important four words she had ever spoken. No one heard them, no one but her. Her body relaxed as the last word fell away into silence, the thrill that rippled along her spine not affecting the calm that lay upon her like a soothing blanket.

"I love you... Lauren."