Intoxicated

Intoxicated

       I crashed into the library door half expecting it to be locked and almost lost my footing for the umpteenth time this evening. At least I thought it was still evening, it could have well passed into the early hours of the following day. The University’s oak paneled library was eerily silent, though that was to be expected as most of the students had travelled back home to their families for the winter break. Even in my drunken haze the library still looked as good as it had the first time I walked in. It was my first year at the university and it was a long way from home for me. Although the place was a very high standard, it wasn’t my first choice. I swigged another gulp of tequila from the already half empty bottle and laughed to myself, I followed my heart when I chose this university. My boyfriend of three years, Jason, had impressed on me the importance of staying together, threatening that a long distance relationship would not work.

       The computer loaded silently and I watched the snow fall outside, a shiver ran down my spine and I wrapped my arms round my chest. The alcohol prevented me from feeling the cold so much but I felt like I was about to break. For the first part of my university life I spent my whole time either studying, in a lecture or with Jason. I had spoken with a few of my fellow students but hadn’t spent any time building up a friendship with any of them. It suddenly occurred to me how very much alone I was now. Jason, the fucking bastard, had called me just under four hours ago to end our relationship. He had said that he didn’t feel that he loved me anymore but in truth there was a blonde bimbo I had seen flirting with him  who he had chosen to upgrade to.

       A silent sob escaped me and I wiped the tears from my face, the reflection from the computer screen confirming how much of a mess I looked. I pulled a bottle of Jack out from my bag and poured myself a generous amount. I had long given in to the numbness the alcohol provided, each sip easing the pain. Needing something to do I logged onto MyUni! A social networking site similar to Facebook and MySpace where users can connect with others at their own and other universities. There was a new message on my profile which had a lot of replies. Sandra, the blonde bimbo had posted to apologize about stealing my boyfriend, not in those words but that’s all I managed to take from the post. Emma, I’m sorry that I caused the break up between you and Jason but we love each other and I hope someday you will understand. I felt a little better reading some of the replies from some of the other students. Many of them slated Sandra for what she did and offered me condolences. I made a mental note to thank them when I was next sober.

       The first on my new slightly drunken to do list, delete any pictures that contained Jason. The tears flowed more freely and I struggled to see the screen through my tears. I poured another Jack Daniels and had another swig of tequila before downing the Jack.

       An hour later with all the pictures removed, the relationship status changed, I was feeling more than a little drunk. I was about to log off when I saw a message pop up on the screen.

> Hey Emma

       Instantly I searched the room, almost falling off my chair in the process. No one else was in here which meant that whoever it was, they were accessing MyUni from somewhere else on the campus. The message was from someone who was named Sweetandhurting90. It was a new profile with no information or posts and annoyingly, no picture. Not wanting to sleep yet and running off of the buzz of the alcohol I decided to reply.

< Hello, who is this?

> My name is Sammi, I share a lecture with you.

I recognized the name but couldn’t picture the face. We hadn’t spoken before, that I remembered anyway.

< Hello Sammi, what can I do for you?

> Talk with me please. I’m feeling very delicate right now. My Boyfriend left me a few hours ago and I’m drinking heavily. I’m sorry, you were the only one online to talk to, am I disturbing anything?

       What was it with Men today? Did they all join together and talk about their plans to break up with their partners, then plan to do it on the same day. I bet the cunts were probably together drinking right now, laughing about how easy it was.

< Nope, I can talk. Men are assholes. Something similar just happened to me and I’m also drinking, how are you coping?

> I’m sorry to hear that. How drunk are you right now cause I’m very drunk.

< Getting there myself.

> How would you like to play a game?

       A game? Now I was curious. What Sammi had in mind was to play a drinking game.   We logged onto a poker site and connected with each other through the mic and I also had a webcam on the computer which automatically flicked on showing my video feed next to my hidden hand on the website. A few seconds later Sammi’s picture also appeared. I recognized her a little now, she was a short thin girl. Dyed red hair with gothic make up but not too overly done. She had a quick gulp from her nearly finished bottle of vodka before asking if I was ready.

       A few games of poker later I was becoming increasingly drunk. My voice was slurring, my vision blurring but I was having fun. For the first time since Jason broke up with me I was happily distracted. If I kept up this rate of losing though I’d soon be passed out. Thankfully the next two games I won and it seemed Sammi was catching up and she looked to be struggling with the alcohol as well.

       “Emma” She slurred and a wicked smile crossed her face. “I have an idea. Why don’t we up the stakes whilst we’re all alone here. If you or I lose the game we have to drink double the amount and also remove a piece of clothing.”

       At first I felt a little uneasy about the idea, a little nervous but she was right. There was no one else here, I was hurting and I needed to have some fun. What harm could it do? I was no lesbian but it would be no different than the shared showers back at school. It was more than likely the alcohol but I was feeling adventurous, I agreed.

       I undid the button on my jeans and slid them down my legs slowly, doing a joke dance and taking two swigs of tequila and downing the rest of the Jack. Sammi laughed at my display and complemented my physique. I’d always tried to keep myself healthy and worked hard on my body. Still, to hear Sammi complement it when Jason hadn’t in so long almost brought a tear out. Sammi, also down to just her underwear noticed my distraction and asked if I wanted to stop, if I was okay. Defiantly I brushed the tear away and began the next game.

       It was Sammi who won the game, celebrating by taking another swig of her vodka as she watched me remove my panties. I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts on the screen as I removed my last item of clothing. She was slightly more front heavier than I was but because she was smaller, they looked a lot bigger, and so much firmer. Surprisingly I noticed a little wet stain on my pink lace panties as I was pulling them down. Was this turning me on? I was panicking, questioning my sexual preferences when Sammi interrupted me with an offer.

       “Wait, I have an offer. You can put the panties back on and win your bra back if you beat me in the next game, I’ll also lose my last piece of underwear, but if you lose, for the next hour you have to do what I want you to, no questions asked.”

       I felt a chill go down my spine again but along with it, a slight tingle down below. This definitely was turning me on and I blamed it on my drunken state. Taking another swig of Tequila, I replied to Sammi.

       “Game on.”

       Sammi smiled and prepared the next game. I was dealt a pair of tens and a Queen. Not bad. Feeling confident I put my stake down and watched as Sammi pondered her hand. I noticed she kept brusing her nipples every so often and I watched in wonder as it became erect. I felt my pants grow a little damper and I resisted the urge to touch myself. Sammi confirmed she was in and the next card was dealt. Another ten. Feeling confident, I rose another fake $10. Sammi matched and rose another $10. I was feeling very confident with my hand but apparently so did she. A brief moment of semi-sober thinking made me quickly consider the consequences if I did lose. I couldn’t just log off if I lost and run away, she was feeling as shit as I was. By playing this game and drinking along with her I was helping her as well as myself. The next card was a four. It didn’t really help my hand but I still had three of a kind, Queen high, which was fairly strong. Fuck it, I had nothing to lose, I was going to go for it. I upped my stake by another $10 and Sammi called me on it. My hand was shown on the screen first and I felt my heart beat rise in anticipation of her hand.   First there was a King, then a Queen and another Queen. It took me a few seconds but when I realized my heart sank, I had lost. Sammi jokingly celebrated and motioned for me to remove my panties, but whilst I was doing it to dance slowly.

       I got up slowly, steadying myself on the chair before slowly removing my pants. Dancing turned out to be quite a challenge and it was more of a random stumble than a dance. Sammi didn’t seem to mind though and she encouraged me further.

       “I didn’t tell you to stop drinking” She said laughing and I picked up my tequila bottle and began drinking it more frequently. I was beginning to get in a bad state now, it was becoming difficult to focus on anything, even Sammi’s video feed was too fuzzy to watch. All I could do was continue to dance and follow Sammi’s encouragement. I was beginning to feel sick when Sammi’s instructions went to a new level.

       “This may sound odd, but remember you agreed to anything. I want you to pick up your panties, put them inside your pussy and touch yourself as you dance.”

       I was too drunk to care about the consequences, the alcohol having taken away my own will almost. I followed the instructions and carried on dancing and drinking. I began slowly massaging my nipples, feeling them become erect. Tracing a hand down my stomach I stopped at my neatly trimmed bush. Gently I massaged my vulva and I won’t deny I was feeling good. This must be what true ecstasy felt like. In this dreamlike moment, nothing else mattered. I was feeling good, my mind was completely numb. Sammi pulled me out of my bliss for a second, telling me to take the panties out, pour some Jack Daniels and some Tequila over them. I did as she said, unquestioning obedience thanks to the insane amounts of alcohol consumed. Whilst continuing to play with myself, Sammi instructed me to place the panties in my mouth and hold them there. Not expecting this I regret pouring so much alcohol on to them, the strength of the Tequila and the Jack  made my eyes water. That was the final straw, I could feel myself going and though I tried to follow the instructions, it was a losing battle. The vomit came and I could swear I heard Sammi laughing as I began projectile vomiting on the floor, next the world went black.

       I groaned as I woke, in pain and confused. I was lying on the library floor apparently in my own vomit. I looked up at my computer screen and saw the poker game website still up. The memories suddenly flew back and I panicked as I recalled what happened. Hurriedly I dressed, going commando as the panties were still soaked. When I reached my feet I almost fell back down again, and I vomited once more. I needed to get out of here before the cleaner got in. Walking as fast as I could I checked corners before I turned them hoping not to run into anyone. I couldn’t even imagine how bad I looked, my clothes half hanging off, make up ruined and my hair caked in my own sick. I was going to enjoy the shower.

       Thankfully, I made it back to my dorm room without running into anyone. At one point I thought I heard someone behind me but it turned out that was me just being paranoid. I couldn’t get undressed quick enough and I almost ran into the shower, when I saw my reflection I froze. Yes I did look completely shit but there was writing all over me. On my head the words drunk whore, just above my breasts, I give lap dances for alcohol. Confused and feeling violated I relaxed in the shower, cleaning the nights events away. I couldn’t remember everything but flashes kept coming back to me and I cringed at each one. Still though, there was a part of me that had enjoyed it. Once showered, I made myself a cereal and sat down. The other part of yesterday came back to me in droves, the reason that caused me to start drinking in the first place. Jason dumping me. Depression filled me and I almost felt the need to drink again. Needing a little pick me up I poured a little vodka into my coffee and turned on my laptop to check if I had any more comments on Sandra’s status on MyUni! A couple of girls I recognized from another of my lectures had wrote their condolences and had a moan at Sandra but what caught my attention was I had a new message from Sammi.

       

       Emma,

       Firstly I’d like to thank you for a great night last night. However, not was all what it        seemed and I’m afraid I’ve lied to you. Before I explain though, please watch this        video.

       Curiously I clicked play on the link and threw on my headphones. If there was anything I had forgotten last night, it wasn’t forgotten any longer. The video Sammi recorded showed me last night, from the first poker game, all the way to the last naked dance. Then there was the footage that I didn’t remember seeing as I was passed out at the time. Sammi had found me in the library and laid down the camera next to where was. I watched as she turned me over onto my back and feel my breasts a little before she wrote her messages on me. I felt a little violated at first though it didn’t dawn on me how bad this actually was, yes I was a hurt she recorded me in my weak, drunken state but what was the worse that could happen? Well, that was answered in the rest of the message.

       I very much enjoyed last night, thank you. I’m sorry to say though that I lied. I was never drunk, what you saw me drinking was just water and my break up with my partner was a few weeks back, not that day. I’m sorry I lied but it was needed to get you to do what you did. I will explain why I did what I did if you could meet me for lunch today at around 1pm. If you can’t make it for lunch message me back and we’ll reschedule but don’t put it off too much otherwise this video will become public.

       See you soon.

       Sammi xx

       Oh shit. This wasn’t good. I could see where this was going to go, she would make me work on her assignment for her, make me do her chores and such if I didn’t want this video to be seen by anyone else. What a fucking bitch. I was going to have to go for lunch with her so that gave me less than one hour to send a message back and get dressed. First Jason dumping me and now this. Fuck my life.

       The restaurant that Sammi had chosen was one that I had never visited before. It was located a five minute drive away from the university and I had to get a cab to take me as I didn’t know the area that well. When we arrived I paid the driver and took in my surroundings. The sun shone down onto a cafe which spilled onto the street with its umbrella-shaded tables and chairs. The various umbrellas advertised different alcoholic beverages and my stomach rumbled. Steadying myself, I took a deep breath and walked in. Inside the restaurant was fairly full, families and friends sat on wooden chairs enjoying their meals on this sunny afternoon. I recognized Sammi sitting at a secluded table at the back of the restaurant and I joined her. She was beautiful, I couldn’t deny it. She had long red hair, fixed in a ponytail. She was wearing quite a short black skirt and a black fishnet top, covering a black bra. It looked a little gothic with her dark make up and I had to admit I found the look very attractive. As I sat and removed my coat, a cute looking waitress approached the table. I was about to order but Sammi put her hand on my arm and stopped me.

       “Hey Lisa” Sammi read off of the eager girl’s name badge. “We’ll have two chicken salads please, I’ll have a glass of water and can I have double vodka with coke and a pint of bud for my friend here.”

       At first I didn’t register that I was going to be the one drinking those but i was made aware by the judgmental look over I received from Lisa. I felt like shouting at her, that this isn’t what I normally did but it would have been no use. Besides, who knew what Sammi had planned for that video. I watched Sammi look over Lisa’s tight behind as she went to get the drinks, just as if she was just a piece of meat.

       “So” I started, a little agitated and more than a little nervous. “What did you call me out to this place for?” Sammi’s attention turned back to me but she just smiled, nodding towards the returning waitress. She thanked Lisa in an almost flirtatious manner and let her leave. She indicated for me to start drinking. I wasn’t sure how I was going to manage this, I still felt terrible from the night before. My stomach felt uneasy as I took a swig of beer. Satisfied, Sammi smiled once more.

       “So, for the reason I called you here.” Sammi teased. “Well don’t stop drinking, you can drink and listen can’t you?” I felt my face redden as she patronized me and I carried on drinking the beer at a faster pace as she continued.

       “You were too easy Emma. Way too easy.” I downed the rest of my beer, trying not to feel the shame. Moving on to the vodka and coke I felt a little light headed already.

       “Still, I guess I should start from the beginning. I was in a relationship for two years until a couple of weeks ago and it wasn’t me who ended it. In case you didn’t notice from the shameless flirting with our waitress, I’m a lesbian and have been since I was fourteen. Rachael was her name and we had fun together, both in the bedroom and out. Lately I’ve found myself drawn more and more towards the BDSM lifestyle. It started with a film I saw,

The Secretary. I couldn’t see the appeal of being spanked but I loved the idea of having that amount of control over someone.”

       I looked up, too shocked to speak and the brief silence was interrupted by Lisa returning with our Salads. Again Sammi flirted with Lisa, this time touching her arm and looking her more in the eye. Lisa was obviously attracted to Sammi as well, though to be honest Sammi had an incredible body. She was showing off her toned body by wearing a short top which came down to just above her belly button, which was pierced. The top was a little low cut as well so you had a good view, even if you didn’t want to. Sammi whispered something in Lisa’s ear and she turned to me and giggled before walking away. Within a minute she was back with another two beers and triple vodka and coke. I didn’t need telling again and I finished the vodka and coke from the last round before starting on the salad.

       “So, I tried to ignore it but I felt more and more desperate about dominating someone. I suggested it to Rachael but she wasn’t interested and when I tried forcing it one night everything changed. Rachael became more distant and eventually chose another university, far from here, and broke up with me over the phone.”

       There were no tears in Sammi’s eyes but I could tell she was still a wreck over the end of the relationship. I almost felt like comforting her until I remembered the situation she had me in. Trying to hide my thoughts I started on the beer and carried on eating.

       “So needless to say this affected me pretty badly and as much as I want to cry and move on and find someone else, I can’t. The need to find someone to dominate, to control is just too big and I can’t have that in a real relationship. Not yet anyway. So, you will be my first, and I will have control over you. Right now, I have that through the video I have of you. You will do as I say, no matter how much it disgusts you, humiliates you or hurts you, you will do it, because if not, this video will become public.”

       This was far worse than I expected. My head firstly yelled at me to tell her to fuck off, she couldn’t make me do shit. Then common sense kicked in. I had taken a large student loan out for this university. I couldn’t leave with this debt and no career to help pay it off. I needed to get this degree, if it meant playing along with Sammi’s game, so be it. Just as long as that video didn’t make it into public viewing things wouldn’t be so bad. Right?

       “Emma. I want you to remove your underwear, hand them to me and then down what drinks you have left.”

       Wrong. Things were already getting pretty bad. Seeing no choice, I scoped the restaurant to make sure no one was looking my way. Happy everyone seemed indulged in their own conversations or meals I reached behind my back and undid my bra. Pulling it up through the top of my t-shirt I handed it to Sammi red faced. Next was going to be the tricky part, if I was sober I probably would of asked to go do this somewhere discreet like the toilets but after the thrill of removing the bra unseen I felt a little aroused by the challenge of doing the same with my knickers.

        Taking a quick peek around again, I bent down, my head underneath the table and reached down pretending to look for something that I had dropped. I looked around again and lifted myself a little off of my chair and quickly reached up my skirt and pulled them down to the lower part of my skirt. One more look around then I used my feet to push them further down before grabbing hold of them quickly and passing them to Sammi. She just sat there staring at them for a second though, leaving me desperately looking around to make sure no one was looking. Thankfully no one was and Sammi let me off by picking them out of my hand. My humiliation deepened when she sniffed them and smiled before pocketing them. I then finished my drinks and was beginning to feel very drunk again. Unfortunately though my ordeal wasn’t over and Lisa popped over once more to ask if we were enjoying our meals, after a little more flirting with Sammi another two beers were ordered for me and Lisa walked away, a little sway in her hips as she tried showing off her assets.

       “Right, you’re going to get us some money off of this meal Emma.” Sammi began, a mischievous smile on her face.

       “H-How do you expect me to do that?” I stammered, fearing the worse.

       “I’ll leave you to work that out. Needless to say you’re going to have to impress Lisa if you want to pass this challenge. If you fail to get any money off i will mail a still from the video hinting that it is you in the picture to every friend you have on MyUni.”

       I couldn’t do anything but nod. There was a battle going on in my head. I wasn’t a lesbian, i shouldn’t be doing this. As much as I had no problem with homosexuality it just wasn’t for me, I couldn’t see the appeal. This had to be done though, or my life at university was going to become real bad, real soon.

       “Hey Ladies, did you enjoy your salads?” Lisa asked, speaking more to Sammi than me.

       “Yes we did Lisa but I have a proposition for you. You have ten minutes to use Emma for anything you’d like, whether it be carrying dishes for you or a more sensual service it’s up to you. In return you won’t charge us for one of the salads. If you take a quick look you’ll see that she looks pretty decent, go on have a feel of her breasts.”

       I was defenseless as Lisa copped a quick feel, I felt like a piece of meat as she handled my breasts, given them a quick massage her back turned to the rest of the room so no one could see.

       “See how she’s wearing no bra. She’s an alcoholic and she just loves being used. You can have her dance naked for you, she’s good at that. Or you can have her service you. So what do you say, take a quick ten minute break, hell I’ll give you up to half hour if you need. Have some fun.”

       I could see Lisa’s defenses give in and she nodded with an eager smile on her face as she motioned for me to follow her upstairs. Lisa lived upstairs above the restaurant and she led me into her room. Nervous I followed her in auto pilot. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. The surroundings barely registered until we stopped inside her bedroom. She undressed herself down to her underwear and motioned for me to remove my clothes and I did, slowly, wanting to put on a show. Unsteadily I danced, the alcohol fueling my confidence a little. Lisa instructed me to do a full lap dance. Thankfully I had done this a few times for Jason so I had a little experience and I eased my way towards the bed and climbed up upon it. I crawled up her body, rubbing my breasts along her stomach. When I came up to her breasts I gently lifted her body and undid her bra. Softly I took a nipple into my mouth, gently I alternated between a soft nibble and sucking until it was erect. I repeated my actions on the other nipple until it was also erect and I was pulled in for a passionate kiss. I didn’t stop to think as I massaged her tongue with mine, if I did this would overcome me and I would have to stop. I couldn’t believe I was doing this with another woman, what’s more, I was enjoying it.

       I pulled away from the kiss with a smile and I kissed her neck softly, then her breasts and then her stomach. I pulled her panties down with my teeth to reveal a smoothly shaven pussy. I was distracted momentarily by how attractive it was, I had never thought of shaving myself completely but I had to admit, it looked good. I let her hands guide me towards her sex and used my tongue to massage her lips and her clit. As her arousal grew so did my excitement and I couldn’t help but lower a hand down to my own hairy mound and stick a finger in. My body waved in excitement and I continued massaging my own pussy as I licked and sucked away at Lisa’s. After starting softly Lisa neared climax and encouraged me to go quicker. I complied and followed suite with my own hand and as our heavy breathing quickened we both orgasmed and my body collapsed over hers. We lay there catching our breath for a moment before Lisa pushed me off. She thanked me for my services, threw my clothes onto the bed and told me to get dressed but not to clean up. She then apologized and said this was at Sammi’s request, not her own. I did as she said and followed her downstairs to find Sammi waiting reading the paper. When she saw me she smiled and then laughed when she noticed Lisa’s excitement glistening on my face. Lisa was more than satisfied with the service and gave us both Salads for free, unfortunately there was still quite a bit of alcohol to pay for and Sammi ordered me two more shots which I quickly downed before leaving.

       My wet face felt cold as the breeze tickled. I felt like I had to wipe my face and was desperate to wash it off but Sammi didn’t allow it. We walked back slowly from the restaurant, mainly because I was, for the second day running, very drunk. We didn’t say much to each other on the walk, Sammi was preoccupied with exciting thoughts judging by the way she’d look at me and smile darkly every now and then. I was, well, confused. I was drunk, tired, scared, heartbroken, embarrassed, horny and did I mention I was drunk?

       When I reached my dorm I collapsed on my bed exhausted, both mentally and physically. Sammi had said she had some things to do this afternoon and to be ready for her at eight. Now that I was alone everything came crashing down on me, all the emotion I had kept bottled up throughout this early afternoon was let out, along with the emotional extras of the alcohol. The tears flew freely as I recalled everything from the moment Jason left me up until the position I was in now. I wish I had the guts to stand up to Sammi and just face the consequences, but I didn’t. I usually didn’t handle embarrassing situations well and this would be far more embarrassing than anything I have ever experienced before. If the video was released, the whole university would have it in for me. I would be kicked out more than likely, making it hard to find another school. That wouldn’t even be the worse of it. Just knowing that everyone had seen me doing what I did, the shame, feeling their eyes travel over me, judging me. No, I’d have to go through with it for now, maybe one day I could get Sammi to hand over the video. With the alcohol wearing off I was beginning to feel tired so I wiped away my tears and tucked myself in for a little nap.

       I woke feeling a little better, surprising no hangover. It was six and I had a little time to get myself ready to meet Sammi a little later. I walked up the fridge and poured myself a JD and Coke. I didn’t realize what it was that I poured myself until I stopped and had a look. This excessive drinking was taking its toll, if I carried on this rate it wouldn’t be too long before I was addicted. I necked the glass and undressed myself ready for a quick shower. The quick nap followed by the JD picked me up and I was feeling a little brighter. The warm water felt refreshing, easing my aches. I felt my face and realized it had become a little sticky from my exploits earlier. I guess I was too drunk when I came in to remember to wipe myself clean. It hurt a little as I cleaned my face but it brought back the memories from this morning. I felt a twinge of pleasure as I remembered how much I enjoyed it. I’d never had any contact like that at all with another girl and if I wasn’t drunk I would have been too repulsed by the idea. When I’d come back to from the memory I found that my hand had drifted down and I was gently massaging my clit. I never used to play with myself often, when I was with Jason I never had to but now, well this was the second time in two days. Seemed I’d find a quick replacement for Jason, it was unlikely my hand was going to break my heart though. It felt so good; the warm water soaking my soft skin as I gently massaged myself. I played back the scene earlier with Lisa in my head, using it to fuel my arousal. It wasn’t long before I reached climax, the orgasm rippling through my body, leaving me reaching out to the side to steady myself. It took a minute to recover and when I did I had some worrying thoughts. I’d just got off on being with a girl. This wasn’t who I was.

       Once I’d finished washing my hair I quickly toweled myself dry and poured myself another JD to clear my head. I had no idea what Sammi expected me to wear tonight so I opted for a simple black top and jeans. There was little time before I had to leave to meet Sammi at her dorm so I poured myself another JD and downed it quickly before leaving. There was no doubt she’d have me drinking again tonight, may as well get a headstart.

       Sammi opened the door and led me inside. Her dorm was similar to mine though she had taken some time to decorate her walls with her favorite bands. I looked from poster to poster, Linkin Park, Bon Jovi, Nickelback. It seemed she was a rock chick, not to dissimilar to the music I enjoyed. I stood nervously in the middle of the room as I waited for her to lock the door and follow me in.

       “Drinking already Emma?” Sammi mocked smelling my breath. I felt my heart skip a beat as her face was that close to me, taking in her scent I shuddered to repress the unwelcome attraction.

       “Tonight is going to outline what I expect from you in the future. There will be tough times but as long as you obey without question, you will be fine. The alternative as you know is that I send an e-mail to everyone in this university with that video attached.” Sammi poured me a shot as she spoke. Needless to say it was another alcoholic beverage. I took a quick sniff, recognizing the smell of vodka, though it was stronger than any I’d tasted before. She handed me a bottle of Coke to use as a mixer and warned me to keep the glass filled.

       “Okay, bear with me as this will take a while before we get started tonight. You may as well keep drinking at a leisurely pace whilst I explain what i now expect of you. Okay?”

I agreed and waited curiously for her to continue.

       “Number one. You now belong to me. However you take this will lead to how you will be treated. As I said before, if you behave and obey then you will find it much easier, and perhaps learn to enjoy it. If you don’t, well, I don’t want to give away all the fun but it won’t be fun for you at all.”

       It took a second for that to absorb. I numbly drank my Vodka and Coke, unable to reply. I couldn’t argue and she knew it.

       “That’s really the main thing but let me explain deeper for you. There will be times when I will use you just to pleasure me, or others, like with Lisa earlier. I expect you to do this without question, I will also teach you how to perform it better than you did with Lisa earlier. There are other times where I will use you for my own entertainment, whether it be spanking you, or making you perform humiliating acts for me, again you will do this without question. Do you understand?”

       I nodded, my mind overworking with all the new information. It wasn’t like I could say no. I even considered hurting her, threatening her to hand over the video but chances are she would overpower me and even if I did overpower her, I had no idea where the video was. I’d just have to do my best to do what she says, I really didn’t want to be spanked, handling pain wasn’t one of my strong points.

       “Lastly, I want you to write a journal every night. I will record some of our events by video and photographs which I will post onto a private website along with your journal. Don’t worry, we will blur your face so you won’t be recognized. It will be membership only so chances are not many from this university will be a member. To show you I’m not completely heartless, thirty percent of the money I make from this site or from using you at any time in the future is yours.”

       That was surprising; I suppose that would save me having to look for a job. The last thing that was left was a contract that Sammi had written up. It was fairly basic, only one page but it outlined that I would be owned by Sammi, that I would obey her instructions and that I agreed to be her slave. My own finances and properties would still be my own however, for the time being. Considering the alternative, I signed the contract. Sammi’s face lit up as she also signed it.

       “Now we have the serious part out the way it’s now time to have some fun” She said, barely containing her glee. She instructed me to remove my clothing as it wouldn’t be needed. I was expecting this but I still felt uneasy about being naked in front of someone else. Once I’d removed everything she told me to stand up.

       “Hands behind your back, head facing down” She instructed and was surprised by how easily I followed. I felt her hands explore my face, she felt my skin, my hair. She even licked my face. I could feel my skin grow warmer and I couldn’t help but feel a little aroused. As her hands worked her way down I looked up when I felt the shock of her feeling my nipples and I recoiled in shock as she slapped me across the face.

       “I told you, hands behind your back and head facing down. Do not move until I tell you too. Another thing, you are to refer to me as Miss Sammy. Also you will refer to yourself as slave, whore, bitch or any other degrading name in my presence. Is that understood?”

       “Yes” I whimpered then cried out as she slapped my other cheek.

       “Yes what?”

       “Yes Miss Sammy, this slave whore understands.” The shame I felt grew. She didn’t hold back as she continued to explore my body. She squeezed my nipples roughly, slapped my breasts gently to watch them bounce. It took everything I had not to look up or not to use my arms to defend myself. The only thing stopping me was fear of being slapped again.

       “You have a nice body whore. It was that which originally attracted me to you by the way. Ever since I saw you in that first lecture I’d been planning to do something like this in my head.” Sammi said as she started roughly massaging my pussy. “This hair will need to go though. Yeah, I’ve wanted to do something like this ever since I saw you a few months ago and when Jason, the clueless asshole, did what he did, I took the opportunity.”

       I could only moan in response as I rode her hand as she stroked. My arousal grew and I barely heard her words as it took over. I thought I heard her mention something about shaving my vagina and although that should have shocked me, I just felt more excited. Then she stopped. I moaned unconsciously as she stepped back, desperately humping the air not daring to move my hands. Again it was hard, I just wanted to finish myself off. Instead she grabbed my glass and filled it with a large amount of vodka and little mixer. She then poured a little bit of vodka over her nipples and instructed me to lick them off. I did as I was told, eager for her to allow me to climax. I was then instructed to down the drink as I finished myself off. I reached for the glass immediately and downed it down whilst I furiously massaged my clit with the other hand. The vodka felt like it was burning my throat but that didn’t matter. I knew that she was recording this and again it only heightened my pleasure. I threw the glass down as I climaxed and fell to the floor as I felt the pleasure flow through me. I felt a little dizzy and I wasn’t sure if that was due to the intensity of the last orgasm or the vodka.

       “Drink” I barely had any time to recover before Sammi handed me another glass. I didn’t even look at what was inside, just followed the instruction. In my drunken state I was trying to come to terms with what was in store for me. Sammi now owned me, I had signed the contract that stated that and unless I wanted that video to be released for the school and my life to be a living hell, I was stuck obeying. It wasn’t too bad at the moment whilst it was just Sammy and I, but what would happen if Sammi decided she’d thought it’d fun to instruct me to do something humiliating in public. I would just have to hope that it wouldn’t come to that. In a way, the alcohol was helping. It stopped me from thinking too much about what I was doing.

       “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s time for mine.” Sammi paused for dramatic effect. “I’ll start off easy with you for your first day but you will have to learn discipline at some point soon.” Sammi handed me the rest of the bottle of vodka, I guess I wasn’t considered worth of a glass anymore. Drinking slowly from the bottle, I tried to focus on Sammi as she undressed. I could tell when I saw her at the restaurant earlier that she had a nice build but I underestimated her a little. Her breasts were revealed first as she removed her bra. They were pert, and a nice size. A little bigger than mine but not too big. Her skin was tanned nicely and she obviously worked out, her abs were flat. I actually felt a little inadequate next to her. When she pulled down her panties I was shocked to find that she was shaven smooth. I could tell by the smell that she was aroused and I saw a drip glistening on her leg.

       “Okay Slave, starting from my feet, working your way up, I want you to worship my superior body. I want you to kiss it, to lick it. Eventually this will become natural to you as you will truly want to worship me. The only time I want your mouth away from my body is when you’re drinking. You can start.”

       Without hesitation I crawled towards where Sammi was standing, carrying the bottle of vodka with me. I took another swig from the bottle and any doubts or worries I had were castaway. My lips touched her skin and I took one of her toes into my mouth and sucked it a little. Moving slowly, I clumsily worshiped her feet. They were perfect, her skin was soft and they didn’t smell at all. Like me, she must have showered before I arrived. Once I was satisfied that she’d had enough on the feet, I worked my way up. The smell of her arousal was overpowering as I got closer to her already soaking wet pussy. The scent caused my own arousal to grow and I was about to reach down before I remembered the rules.

       “Miss Sammi. May this drunk slut please play with herself whilst she worships your perfect body?” Hope ran through my slurred voice. She teased me for a moment by pretending to debate the answer before allowing it, though there was a condition. I was not allowed to cum until she had, and even then I had to ask for permission. Eagerly I reached a down and gently massaged my clit as my mouth reached her welcoming pussy. Flashbacks of my time with Lisa earlier played through my mind but this time I felt I had to try a lot harder. I struggled to focus, the vodka having it’s full effect. My nose touched her smoothly shaved skin as I pushed my tongue in between her two lips. Whether it was because I still had the acquired taste of vodka in my mouth or because I was a little drunk, I wasn’t sure but the taste of Miss Sammi was delicious. I eagerly lapped her juices and massaged her clit slowly with my tongue. Deciding to try to experiment a little, I nibbled a little and I felt Miss Sammi’s hands push my head further, inviting my tongue to delve deeper. As Miss Sammy asked me to speed up with my tongue, I followed suit with my hand. As she neared orgasm her hands held my face deep into her mound. I continued licking away but was struggling for breath, I tried to pull back but she was too strong. There was only one way to get her release me so I massaged with my tongue quicker and I was rewarded with a breath of fresh air. Sammi’s hands relaxed their grip as she let the orgasm flow through her. I carried on massaging myself, desperate to cum. Waiting patiently for Miss Sammy to recover, I licked her juices from around my mouth.

       “Please Miss Sammy, may this Whore please cum?” I asked,

       “Not yet” Her voice filled with glee as she noted the desperation in my eyes.

       “Don’t stop, keep playing with yourself.” Miss Sammi continued whilst picking up my bottle. “Here, drink a little more”

       In that moment, nothing else mattered but my need to cum. I realized that Miss Sammy would do this more often, so I would have to get used to keeping control of myself.  After I swigged a little more of the bottle held to my lips, I saw Miss Sammi’s face suddenly right in front of mine. She grabbed my chin a little roughly and pulled my mouth to hers and she kissed me passionately.

       “Right, once you’ve finished the bottle you can cum. You’re a really good kisser whore” Sammi commented, impressed. I let her hold the bottle up to my mouth and I downed the rest of the drink. With the bottle empty, Sammi kissed me passionately once more whilst replacing my hand with hers as she softly brought me to a climax in her arms. I couldn’t help but feel completely at one with myself in that moment of ecstasy and then my eyes closed.

       It was an unfamiliar alarm sound that woke me the following morning. It pulled me out of a dream involving myself and Sammi giving each other pleasure and for that I was a little moody. I was on the floor and it took me a minute to remember where I was. My head wasn’t nearly as bad as what it was yesterday. Perhaps more alcohol is the best cure for a hangover.

       “Good Morning Whore” Sammi said drowsily. “Kiss my feet will you” She instructed still half asleep. With a lot of effort, I pushed myself up off of the floor onto her bed. Trying to remember what I did the night before I softly caressed her feet with my tongue, sucking her toes and licking between the toes. Her soft moans of pleasure encouraged me and like the night before, I worked my way up. Softly kissing inside her thighs before reaching her vagina. I gently massaged her clit once more and softly brought her to an orgasm as she woke.

       “Well, I could get used to that every morning” Miss Sammi stretched and stroked my hair. “I’m going to give you today off so you can think everything over. Think about how you felt pleasuring me and how I now own you. We still have another week and a half before all the other students come back, so plenty of fun, well fun for me, to be had.”

       I wasn’t given much time to get out so I left her dorm with my hair in a mess and my clothes barely on. Once again I also had Miss Sammi’s eager juices on my face. Whilst I knew most of the students had gone home, there were still one or two around and a few workers so I ran back to my own dorm and showered.

       Once showered, I wrapped myself and my hair in towels and stretched out on my bed. It amazed me but I actually felt good this morning and despite the worrying situation that I was actually now owned, last night was fun. I also realized that last night, not once during my time with Miss Sammi did I think about Jason. Even now, my mind was replaying the events of the night before, thinking of the possibilities rather than mourning the end of my relationship. Wanting to start whilst the memory was still clear, I switched on my laptop and began to work on my journal.

       For a minute I just stared at the screen, too many memories floating around I wasn’t too sure where to start. I decided to start with explaining how I got into this situation. It was funny, looking back I could see how easily I had been tricked. I was in a very weak place and I had been taken advantage of but after last night, I didn’t care. In fact I was kind of glad I was. My submission last night made me realize how much I loved to give control to someone else. That moment the night before when Sammi read out my rules and I realized I had no choice but to comply, I can’t explain why but I felt excited.

       Before I started writing, I decided to make the website that Sammi wanted. I quickly sent her a message asking if I could keep my face blurred and unrecognizable, thankfully she allowed it. I decided to call the site ‘My Journey’. Simple, I know, but it seemed suitable. Sammi had also sent me some pictures she had taken so far for me to use on the website. The pictures cause my face heat up with embarrassment, but also a twinge of pleasure between my thighs. From when I was dancing naked in the library to when I was passed out on the floor, there were plenty of pictures from my first night. I poured myself a vodka and lemonade and browsed through the photos. I was beginning to get aroused as the photos brought back memories and it took all I had not to give in and play with myself, but no, I needed to get this website done.

       After a couple of hours and a few more vodka lemonades, the first entry on the website was finished. I read through my first blog entry where I wrote about how my boyfriend had left me all the way to how Miss Sammi now owned me. Each paragraph started with a picture showing myself in an embarrassing situation and I ended the blog saying how I curious I was to see where this went. I had nothing to do today, thankfully the first term at university hadn’t been too busy, it was more an intro into the subjects I had chosen and there wasn’t too much extra work just yet. Bored and a little curious, I decided to look up into the whole sexual slavery thing. I have to admit I was naive in this area and other than a little light spanking I had no idea what it would entail. I came across some blogs from slaves who had been with a Master/Mistress for some time. They varied a lot from softcore domination to much more hardcore stuff. There was one guy, Slave Candi, who had been kept in chastity by his mistress for a year, only let out on his Birthday every year. I wondered to myself what that would be like, I didn’t play with myself much, well before I met Miss Sammy anyhow but, I did do occasionally. To be unable to pleasure myself when I felt the urge would be hell. Just to feel the arousal and have to shake it off.

       I spent the whole afternoon browsing the internet. There was some stuff that shocked me, some which excited me and some that scared me. The one thing that seemed common across all of the blogs I read was the change. Some of the slaves mentioned it, some didn’t but it was clear by words they typed, how their tone changed. This scared me a little. I was happy to give my control away a little like the night before but to give away everything, my whole life as some of these slaves did was something I wasn’t sure I wanted. Maybe I didn’t have a choice. What if I ended up like that guy and Sammi controlled everything from what I did to when I was allowed to climax and so on. Did I truly want that?

       Despite doing nothing productive, today had been a very good day I thought as the evening drew in. Miss Sammi had done the right thing by giving me the day off rather than continuing to use me. After having the day to think everything over and look some things up, although I didn’t have any choice in the matter I decided I was going to give my best when I was with Sammi. I wasn’t sure what I wanted or where I would end up or how I would end up but I seemed to enjoy submission so I was going to see where this led. Before going to bed I checked the website, it was great to see I already had a few followers. There was some comments posted as well, wishing me luck with my journey and hoping I enjoyed myself. There were also a few people offering to dominate me themselves, I would have to make it clear that I was only going to do this with Miss Sammi.  Speaking of Miss Sammy, there was a message from her.

       

       My Slave Emma

       I hope you enjoyed your day. I expect to see you at my dorm at 10am sharp        tomorrow. You have a busy day ahead of you.

       Miss Sammi

       The message left me excited and I couldn’t help but play with myself, bringing myself to an intense climax before drifting off to sleep, smiling.

       Miss Sammi was pleased to see me as she welcomed me into her dorm. She embraced me before instructing me to kiss her feet, strip, then sit on the bed with my hands on my head. I smiled to myself as I obeyed her instructions with a smile without over-thinking things. I bent down and kissed Sammi’s soft feet tenderly and followed her instructions to a T. Sammi walked towards me and gently massaged my breasts and kissed my cheek.

       “Okay Emma. I’ve taken it easy with you so far as I didn’t want to scare you too much but today will introduce you to some of the other parts of being a slave. You’ve already experienced a little humiliation and have experienced the idea of pleasuring you;re mistress but today we’ll be looking at some other areas. I have many fantasies involving my own slave and I plan over future to experience of many of them as I can with you. So today I will dress you how I want to, we will go shopping to buy some more clothes for you and I also have a session booked for a few hours at a local dungeon this evening where I will introduce to you the benefits of pain and pleasure combined. How does that sound?”

       “Good Miss Sammi” I admitted.

Thank you for taking the time to read the first part of Intoxicated, I hope you enjoyed it. As always, feedback is very much appreciated, along with how you’d like to see the characters in future parts. For those who have asked for updates to my other stories, Stacey’s Job and Cumpires, they will be started on shortly also. Sorry for the very long delay but thank you for the continued support.