Chapter VIII A New Day
Karen had debated whether she should wait until her new toy had finished
teaching school for the summer before taking her. But, she believed the higher
risk option produced much better results when the subject was forced to
participate in her own separation from her world. She was particularly pleased
with this one and was enjoying herself considerably so far. It could be nerve
wracking to send a newly acquired slave back into her world so soon after moving
into her life. There was always the unpredictability of the human mind to
consider. But, her current acquisition had fallen in love with her the night
before. Karen had seen it in her eyes. The slut had touched and tasted her own
fantasies. Karen could see that the slut was drawing herself in rather than
struggling to get herself out. She wouldn't be a big problem.
Karen had organized everything the night before so that she wouldn't exhibit any
indecision or waste any time this morning. She had made the slut's bed after
laundering the sheets and had slept well on it. She awoke at 5:30 a.m. and
showered quickly. Karen dressed informally, in a pair of khaki shorts, a green
polo shirt, and a pair of canvas boat shoes.
Carol had managed to doze off to the sights and sounds of the interracial porno
movie Miss Karen had told her to watch until she fell asleep. She awoke several
times in the night, mostly when the arm on the side she was laying on went numb.
It took a great deal of effort for her to turn over in the confined space of the
cage, expecially with her wrists locked together behind her back. She had
sweated most of the night because of the high humidity and heat in the garage.
She was sleeping lightly when Miss Karen came through from the house. "Time to
wake up now, pet!", she said in a sympathetic tone of voice.
Carol was still sore from all of the abuse she had suffered the previous
evening, not to mention the stiffness caused by spending the night curled up in
the cage. She was filthy and she smelled badly. She was thirsty and hungry.
For whatever reason, as soon as her eyes saw Miss Karen, she thought of her need
to have an orgasm.
Miss Karen unlocked and opened the cage, then reached in to grasp the leash that
had remained affixed to Carol's collar all night. She momentarily caressed
Carol on her cheek. The touch was so much appreciated by Carol that she longed
for more. Instead, the leash was tugged gently as she struggled to push herself
out onto the concrete floor. Miss Karen then unlocked her wrists and removed
the cuffs, placing the lock and cuffs on top of the cage. "Wha...what time is
it?", Carol asked groggily.
As though bemused, Miss Karen replied quickly, "It's time for you to get on your
feet and to remember your rules. You just broke two, and I am keeping track of
you today. So, it might be best if you concentrate on pleasing me. Do you
understand?"
Less groggily, Carol answered, "Yes, Mistress."
Karen knew she needed to keep everything within a sexual subtext for this one,
so she reached forward and gently stroked the slut's already long nipples
between her thumb and index finger, drawing them still further out. She
marveled at them all over again, appreciating what a curse they would be at
times. She worked them until they were fully distended the inch and one half
that she had seen them grow to the night before. When she knew she had the
slut's attention once again, she turned and led her by the leash through the
house and into the backyard.
Carol followed obediently. It didn't seem to matter what she had been through
or how bad she felt, having her nipples tormented had caused her pussy to begin
flowing again. She would have followed Miss Karen anywhere, leash or not. She
became a bit alarmed when Miss Karen picked up a small crop of some kind from
her buffet table in the hallway leading to the back of the house. She held the
leash in her left hand and the crop in her right, swishing it through the air as
they approached the sliding glass door leading to the back yard. Miss Karen
turned and unclasped the leash from the collar before placing it on a side table
just inside the door. Sliding the door open, she stepped aside and said, "Go
and find your spot, pet, and remember what you were taught yesterday."
Carol couldn't forget a thing about the night before, even if she had tried.
Every second of it was firmly embedded into her memory forever. Completely
naked except for the collar on her neck, Carol moved quickly through the door
and across the pool deck to the grassy area beyond. Finding her reference
points, she located the exact spot Mistress had identified the day before as
"her" spot, and she squatted down on her haunches, completely humiliated once
again, to await the signal to pee. Unfortunately, Miss Karen was no longer at
the door to give her the signal.
Karen took her time filling the three hot water bottles. One was filled with
warm water and mineral oil for the slut's enema. One was filled with a scented
douche solution, and one was filled with icewater straight out of the slut's
refrigerator. They each held two quarts, but Karen only topped off the enema
bag. Attached to all three were plastic hooks on one end for hanging them up,
and hoses with specialty attachments on the other end. Between was a plastic
clamp which controlled the flow of liquid. Karen carried all three out to the
pool house and hung them under the roof overhang where she had secured the slut
the previous evening. She returned to the house to get her morning coffee and a
bottle of hydrogen peroxide. She noted with mild satisfaction that the slut was
maintaining her position well.
Carol, expecting to be able to pee once on "her" spot, was having difficulty
holding back. She watched Mistress carry the sinister looking bags to the pool
house. She had experienced an enema only once when she was a child and
recognized the bags for what they were. She had no clue what was going to
happen, but she was sure she would not like it. The sun hadn't completely risen
yet. Carol liked to sleep in, and was frequently late getting to work. As she
concentrated on staying in position and not peeing, she thought how bizarre it
was that within twenty four hours she had been taken from being a relatively
normal school teacher and wife to a pathetic naked woman squatting in her own
back yard until she could get permission to pee on the grass.
Mistress finally returned carrying a cup of steaming hot coffee, a small bottle
of something, and the little crop. She unfolded a lawn chair and sat on it
under the pool house canopy. Finally, she nodded at Carol. Despite the wait,
she found it difficult to begin to pee with another woman watching. She closed
her eyes and pushed hard, finally getting a dribble started that quickly turned
into a high pressure torrent of golden piss which shot out and forward into the
grass.
When the slut had emptied herself, Karen motioned for her to come. She rose and
walked quite nicely to Karen's location, then assumed her position to await
instructions. Karen sipped the coffee while reaching forward with her little
dog whip to tap the inside of the slut's thighs until she had her legs properly
spread. It would take a while before the dignity would fade. She gently
touched the end of the whip against the slut's seemingly always-wet slit and
elicited a cute little gasp. So fearful was this one of being struck in any way
that the mere hint of it had an effect. Karen smiled.
"How many of those men came in your cunt last night?", Karen asked
inquisitively.
"Two, Miss Karen."
There was more than a hint of shame in her voice. That was good. "How many
came in your ass?"
"One, Miss Karen."
"Oh? And how many came in your slutty mouth?"
"Two, Miss Karen." Carol's head hung low in shame. Her pussy was burning for
attention. Her nipples were so ready to be pinched. She wanted to suck them
herself, right then and there.
"Well then. That adds up to only five. I understood that eight men used you
last night?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"What happened to the other three?"
"One pulled out and came on my pussy, and two came on my face, Miss Karen."
"Hmm. I see. Did you forget that you don't have a pussy? Remember?"
"Oh. Yes. I'm sorry. One pulled out and came on my cunt, Miss Karen."
Karen whipped the dog whip through the air, causing it to whistle. "Turn
around, pet!", she ordered.
Carol found herself instantly petrified. The questioning had been deliciously
humiliating and degrading. But, Mistress was putting her coffee down now,
and...Carol started turning as Mistress rose up, pulling her arm back...
"TTThhhwack!" Karen loved the sound of that particular whip. Even more, she
loved the pitiful little squeel the slut let out when it struck. She was
blubbering as though she had really been hurt. Karen let her blubber as she
stood back to watch bright little welt present itself across the slut's left
cheek. "Good aim", though Karen. She had pride in her ability to place a
strike with most implements within a quarter inch of her target each time.
"Return to your position and stop your whimpering.", Karen whispered harshly.
"You'll wake up the neighbors."
Carol's ass stung fiercly. She had never been struck with a whip or a crop
before. It burned with an intensity she had never felt. It was awful. She
hated it.
Facing Mistress now with her legs spread, she tried her best to regain her
composure as Miss Karen began sipping her coffee again.
"You made me good money yesterday. Twenty bucks per paying customer.", Karen
said as though her words were of little consequence. "Of course, the clerk and
the cameraman were free."
Carol recalled Mistress counting money when she had returned to the car the
night before, but she hadn't put the "rape" and the money together. She had
been enraged when the movie had been presented to her. Being set up as she had
been, and being exposed as a liar - and showing her for the slut she really was
were all bad enough. To now hear that she had been paid for was beyond her
ability to absorb at the moment. She had been fucked and had sucked those men
for money?
Karen allowed it to sink in before beginning again. "I don't want you going to
work today with all of that nasty cum in all of your holes and all over your
body. So, we'll need to clean you inside and out so that I can be proud of you.
Who knows, if all goes well today, I might just make use of you myself!"
The last comment made Carol forget about being prostituted to the men at the
video store, at least for the moment.
Karen could see the change in her attitude. She had gotten the slut's attention
refocused quite well. Motioning toward the outdoor shower stall at the end of
the poolhouse, she ordered the slut to rinse herself off with hot water, then to
come back and get into position. Karen stood to go into the house. She needed
to refresh her coffee and retrieve a few more things.
When Karen returned she was satisfied to see the slut back in position,
glistening and looking much brighter since the quick rinse. Approaching from
behind, Karen noted that the stripe she had placed on the slut's ass was fading
quickly.
She was tempted to add a few more, imagining what three diagonal welts would
look like on each flank. No sense in traumatizing the poor thing with violence
when the cleansing would be troubling enough. How people could subject
themselves to such things Karen couldn't understand. But, she was sure that was
how it was meant to be. Some were dominant, some were submissive, and what was
left over wasn't worth dealing with.
Karen was carrying a kitchen trash bag containing a bottle of Nair and the
smallest of the three anal plugs the slut had bought the night before during her
big adventure. Karen had found a tube of KY jelly when she had emptied the
medicine cabinet and brought it along too, as well as a bar of soap and a scrub
brush with stiff bristles and a long handle that Karen knew must have belonged
to the slut's husband. It was much too tough for a woman's skin, and it was
perfect. She also brought the slut's toothbrush and toothpaste as well as a
fresh safety razor.
Karen dropped the bag next to the lawn chair and carefully placed her hot coffee
on a small plastic table that sat over against the side of the structure.
Turning toward the slut, she took hold of her wrists and gently guided them
straight out from her body so that her arms were completely exended out from
either side, perfectly parallel with the ground. Bending to pick up the
hydrogen peroxide she had brought out earlier, Karen held it up for the slut to
see. "We're going to sanitize your mouth with this peroxide."
With that, Karen unscrewed the cap and held the bottle up to the slut's lips.
She poured enough in to fill the slut's mouth, then told her to hold it in and
swish it around. Next, Karen held up the large bottle of Nair. Shaking it, she
said, "You'll be kept completely hairless from your head down. Not so much as a
little peach fuzz should be found anywhere on your body. I am going to spread
this stuff on every inch of you. The instructions say to wait four minutes
before rinsing. We will wait ten. If at any time you feel burning or
irritation you are to request permission to speak, then tell me so. Do you
understand?"
Miss Karen wasn't waiting for an answer. Carol nodded and replied hesitantly,
"Yes, Miss Karen." Shaving the hair from her pussy the night before had made
her conscious of it every second since then. Even now, standing as she was with
her bald pussy exposed to her Mistress, she could not help but sense that her
horniness seemed to override all reason. She hadn't shaved her legs in a few
days, but she wasn't sure what hair Miss Karen was thinking of until...
Karen took hold of the slut's fingertips on her right hand and squirted a
liberal amount of the Nair up her arm to her shoulder. She worked it in well,
including the backs of her fingers. The slut wasn't particularly hairy. What
little hair there was on her forearms and fingers was completely normal. But,
Karen didn't want any at all. The slut looked worried and confused, but that
was of no concern as long as she stayed still and let it happen. Karen moved
over to the left arm and slathered it with the cream.
Carol felt like an animal. Miss Karen was spreading the stuff over her body so
quickly and efficiently that it reminded her of how she used to give her
mother's dog a bath when she was a young girl. She completed both arms, then
her back from the neck down to her waist. When she squirted the stuff over
Carol's chest, it led to nothing more than a clinical application of ointment.
Carol enjoyed the few seconds it took to cover her breasts and nipples, but she
would have preferred a bit of special attention there. Finally, Miss Karen was
squirting out and spreading the last of the cream over both her feet. The
entire process must have taken less than a minute or two.
Carol was worried that someone would notice her hairless arms. Nothing about
her seemed to slip by her students. They had been observing her closely as she
taught them for an entire school year. What would she say if one of them asked
what happened?
"Get over there on all fours now, slut!", Karen ordered as she wiped her hands
on a pool towel.
Carol moved quickly. Miss Karen was suddenly sounding impatient, and that was
alarming. She didn't need another swat. Once in position, she was told to spit
out the hydrogen peroxide and was handed her toothbrush and toothpaste.
"Brush your teeth now, quickly!"
Staying on all fours, Carol managed to hold herself up with one arm while she
brushed with the other. She scrubbed her teeth well, as always. It felt good
to have them clean again. Miss Karen snatched the brush from her hand and threw
it on the deck, kicking the tube of toothpaste away from her as well.
Karen spread a bit of the KY jelly on two of the attachments that were dangling
at the end of the rubber tubes that hung from each suspended bag. The first she
quickly inserted into the slut's cunt, then pushed the second past her sphincter
and into her ass. She presented the third attachment to the slut's lips.
"Open.", she ordered before pushing it in and telling the slut to hold it in
place with her teeth.
Turning to wipe the KY off her hands, she took up the dog whip again and sliced
it back and forth through the air a few times to ensure the bitch understood
that it was time to concentrate. "I've carefully measured the quantities in
each of the bags, slut. I know that you can accept all that I am going to put
into you. Unfortunately you are going to cramp up and find it quite unpleasant.
But, I am going to sip my coffee and don't expect to have to get up until the
bags are empty and you are full. If I do get up, it will be all the worse for
you. You are allowed to move around what little you can as long as all of the
tubes stay in you and you don't spill a drop. Do you understand?"
"Weff Mifftuss", Carol replied, keeping the tube clamped between her teeth. She
suddently felt warm water flowing slowly into her bowels, followed by a warm
flowing going into her pussy. The water that then started flowing into her
mouth was ice cold. Carol was thirsty.
"You are to drink every bit of your water, pet.", Karen instructed as she turned
to sit down. Her coffee hadn't lost much of it's heat, so she leaned back in
the lawn chair and watched her new slave suffer the pain and humiliation of
taking a full gallon of water into her body while the hair removal cream did
it's work. Karen was efficient and always kept the slave's comfort so far down
her priority list that it was rarely considered. It was a beautiful morning!
The coffee was great. Slut would be just as she wanted her in a few minutes.
It was more than an odd sensation for Carol to be drinking icewater into her
body while two bags of warm water were flowing into her vagina and ass. When
the first cramp in her bowels hit, she was shocked at how painful it was.
Crying quietly, she tried lowering her head to accommodate the flow better and
moved around a bit otherwise, hoping to discover a way of minimizing her
discomfort. Nothing worked, but the cramp gradually went away for a short while
before presenting itself again. She was desperately trying to hold her pussy
closed as it filled. She knew she would not be able to hold back the pressure
there much longer. She tried to keep swallowing steadily through it all, but
even that was proving to be difficult. Tears streamed down over her cheeks.
She turned to look toward Miss Karen, and saw only amusement looking back. Such
cruelty she had never witnessed. Carol could never casually watch another
person suffer while she sipped coffee. Carol focused on the dog whip, which
Miss Karen was tapping against her own thigh as though she were anxious to use
it. It was small and light, but frightening enough to keep her in place,
soaking up water like a human sponge.
Karen had finished her coffee by the time she heard the three bags begin to
gurgle in succession, indicating that their contents had been fully
redistributed. The slut's belly hung low, distended by it's contents. Water
dripped steadily out of her cunt but she continued to exert herself in the
struggle to keep it tightly closed. Karen tilted her head to get a better view
of the slut's breasts and nipples as they hung beneath her. They would be so
much fun to abuse in a few days. She had been thinking of something especially
creative to do with those nipples.
Before getting up, Karen set her empty coffee cup down and dumped out the
garbage bag, spilling the anal plug, soap, scrub brush, and razor onto the deck.
She rose and carried the bag over to the slut. One by one, she gently tugged
each of the three attachments out of Carol and handed her the bag. "Crawl to
your spot, slut. Squat over the bag and collect all of your nasty business in
it. Seal the bag and put it in the trash can, then rinse off the Nair in the
shower. When I come back out I'll expect you to be in your ready position right
here. Now go!"
Karen strolled casually into the house to refill her coffee and take a bathroom
break. She knew the slut would be fully occupied in trying to expel all of the
liquid Karen had squeezed into her. The poor thing would have to pee all day
long after drinking so much water. She would certainly feel clean, though.
Clean and smooth.
Carol was crying openly in her back yard, on her "spot". She was squatting on
her haunches trying to keep a plastic bag situated so that everything that
spilled out of her could be caught in it. It was horrible and there was
abolutely nothing good about what was happening to her. To be so callously
abused by being filled up like a water balloon made her feel completely
helpless. She couldn't get all of the stuff to come out of her easily. Each
time she thought she was through she would feel another urge coming and expel
even more. It was disgusting. She envisioned her neighbors, a retired couple,
listening to the rude sounds emanating from her yard and wondering what in the
world was going on over there. She was worried that she would not get it all
out and complete rinsing off the cream before Miss Karen returned. She was
worried about the dog whip. She was worried about being late for school, and if
anyone would notice her hairless arms. She was worried about everything.
Nothing was secure for Carol anymore. She knew nothing beyond the range of her
most recent instructions.
She stayed on her spot until she was absolutely sure she had completely emptied
herself into the bag. Tying the end of it in a knot, she carried it very
carefully to the trash can at the corner of the yard beside the gate that led to
the driveway. The hot water was a real pleasure even though she hurried to
rinse off the cream. It had dried into a film that wasn't easy to remove, so
she had to briskly rub her hands over every area she could reach to get it all
off. Peeking out of the shower stall, she was relieved to see Miss Karen had
not reentered the back yard. Carol quickly padded over to the location she was
expected to be in and assumed the waiting position. The sun had risen enough to
cast a yellow early morning glow over the back yard. A few minutes passed
before she heard the glass door slide open.
Karen checked the slut over very closely, looking for any semblance of even the
smallest hair on her body. She found a few on the back of her hands and her
forearms, and directed her to shave them off with the razor she had brought out
earlier for just that purpose. She knew such a close examination was difficult
for the slut, both in terms of her dignity as well as her desire. Karen knew
when she had her property purring, and this one was revved up. She appreciated
that certain moment when a female was known to be at the height of her desire.
The slightly swollen labia, hard nipples atop a rising and falling chest, the
frequent licking of the lips and eyelash batting. It was mesmerizing to watch.
Karen would have her time soon enough. For now, though, she had a newly hair
free slave to scrub down. "Go to the shower stall and wet yourself down, pet.",
she ordered.
Carol hurried off as ordered and doused herself with warm water. Mistress
followed closely behind her, carrying the soap and scrub brush. She handed them
both to Carol, telling her to wash her hair with the soap, then to lather up the
brush. When this had been done, Mistress took the stiff brush and began
scrubbing every inch of Carol's soft skin with it. It was coarse and it hurt,
but Carol endured it because her Mistress didn't give her any other option. She
was certainly getting clean, she rationalized. The areas Miss Karen scrubbed
reddened quickly and faded back to Carol's normal skin color very slowly.
Again, Carol felt like a dog being washed by it's owner. There was no
consideration of her feelings or her comfort. She was simply being scrubbed
down in the back yard because she was dirty and needed to be made clean. The
brush was excruciating whem Miss Karen forced it between Carol's spread legs and
across her breasts. The pain brought tears to Carol's eyes, but she remained
silent through it all. That was remarkable even to her.
After giving the slut a good, thorough scrubbing, Karen ordered her to rinse
off. She retrieved the anal plug and the KY jelly and handed them both to the
slut. "You'll be wearing this plug in your ass today, slut. Besides constantly
reminding you of me and your need to please me, it will also initiate the
process of making your ass more pleasant to fuck."
Carol stood, dumbfounded.
"Hesitate much longer and we'll have a conversation with my friend Mr.
Dogwhip!", Karen announced happily.
Carol's emotions had been on a rollercoaster ride ever minute she had spent with
Miss Karen. Now, her heart sunk as she experienced another event in which she
had to degrade herself to follow an order. It wasn't that big. She was sure
she could handle it...the whip...that was worse. Much worse. She didn't want
to be whipped again. Never again. Spreading the KY onto the plug, she crouched
a bit as she reached around and eased it into her ass until the circumference
narrowed at it's base and it nestled itself nicely into her. She was surprised.
There was only a little pain at first. Other than that, it felt kind of good
even though she was still sore from the night before.
Karen could see the makings of a future anal queen. The slut had hesitated
only long enough to decide she didn't want whipped. Once over that hurdle, she
quite readily inserted the thing into herself. Her facial expression was closer
to contentment than revulsion or disgust. "It's always worse thinking about
things, pet. Doing without thinking is how you will save yourself a lot of
distress."
"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered uncertainly.
"Say it for me, slut. Doing without thinking will save me distress."
"Um. Doing without thinking will save me...distress, Miss Karen."
"Try again, correctly."
Concentrating, Carol responded, "Doing without thinking will save...this
slut...distress, Miss Karen." She was rewarded with a broad, genuine smile.
Her Mistress was beautiful, she decided. Miss Karen patted her on the head,
then took her by the hand. Turning toward the house, she led her through the
sliding door and straight to the guest bathroom. Being led by the hand was
electrifying for Carol. She had no idea how or why it had such an effect on
her. Perhaps it was the first time she felt herself voluntarily submitting to
her Mistress out of desire to please her and to be with her rather than as a
result of blackmail or a threat. The plug in her ass moved around deliciously
as she walked. Her nipples betrayed her, as they always did. Miss Karen
noticed.
"I'll be keeping some of your supplies in this room, and I have other uses for
it, as well." Karen smiled and winked at the slut, relishing the blush that
nicely complimented those fabulous nipples. Karen then ordered her to open the
medicine cabinet.
When Carol had first entered the guest bathroom she noticed that every hint of
decoration had been removed. For some reason the toilet seat was gone. There
was absolutely nothing left in the room that she could see. As she was opening
the medicine cabinet she suddenly thought of Megan. Megan! Oh, God! What
would happen? Oh, God!
Carol struggled to maintain her composure and to focus on Miss Karen's words as
thoughts of Megan ran through her mind. She saw the hair coloring Miss Karen
had chosen the night before, as well as a single tube of lipstick and a half
full bottle of Chanel. That's all that was in the cabinet. Megan!
Miss Karen reached around her and grasped the bottle of perfume. "Put the
lipstick on, slut.", she ordered as she began spraying the Chanel on the slut's
neck, behind her ears, her wrists, her belly, and her inner thighs. Carol
applied the crimson red lipstick carefully. She was conscious of the fact that
her Mistress was practically dousing her in the perfume, but her mind was fully
on Megan.
Her little sister had just graduated from high school up north and had arrived a
few days prior to spend a couple of weeks with Carol. She had a friend who
lived in Orlando and had left the night before to make the three hour drive to
stay a couple of days with her. She had slipped out without saying goodbye
sometime after Carol had first left to go visit her new neighbor. What would
happen when she came back? She had a key to the house! Carol couldn't believe
she had forgotten about Megan.
Mistress had stepped out but soon returned with a comb. Carol had finished
applying the lipstick and had put the perfume back in the medicine cabinet after
it had been handed to her. Miss Karen inspected her lips carefully. "Good job.
Now, you may comb your hair with this to get the tangles out, but I am not
permitting you to style your hair, brush it, or anything else. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Mistress.", Carol answered flatly.
Karen snapped her fingers in front of the slut's face. "Earth to slut! Is
anybody home in there?", she asked mockingly. "Were you thinking again?"
Carol couldn't tell the truth. She had to sort things out to decide what to do
about Megan. Maybe she could call her. She had the number written down
somewhere...on the fridge, she thought. "Uh. Sorry, Mistress. This slut will
do better."
"I am keeping count of your errors today, slut. Don't forget that there will be
a price paid for each one. I believe you are adding them up much more quickly
than you know!"
Carol dropped her head in defeat. She was down. Her sister...her baby sister.
She dragged the comb through her hair unenthusiastically. She knew what it
looked like and didn't even want to see herself in the mirror. She never wore
red lipstick. Her hair would be flat and colorless since she had only washed it
with soap.
Karen could see that some kind of transformation in attitude had taken place.
"Put the comb down. On your knees, slut. NOW!"
Carol was stunned out of her doldrums and dropped to her kneeling position.
Instantly she felt her nipples stirring again and the warmth grow between her
legs. She hated that she was so easily turned on by a quick demand. She still
didn't understand it. Everything was so confusing...
"Pledge?"
"This...slut pledges the full application of her mind, body, and soul to her
Mistress' satisfaction.", Carol said, somewhat reverently.
Karen noted the improvements the slut had made in the wording since the night
before. She must have spent some time thinking about her pledge, which was
good. "I want to see you suck those nipples of yours, slut. Do it."
Oh, no. Carol thought. She could almost bring herself to orgasm when she
licked her own nipples. It was one of her secret, favorite things to do...it
was so...private, so...important to her...she...bent her head down toward her
right breast and gently lifted it with both hands toward her mouth. She easily
took the length of the nipple between her teeth and nipped lightly at it,
swirling her tongue around it and sucking it hard. She moaned quickly and
loudly, feeling herself becoming wetter by the second. Afraid of being told to
stop, she quickly took up her left breast to ensure it got some attention.
After being denied pleasure for so long she was hungry for it, even if she had
to give it to herself, on her knees, naked, on the guest bathroom floor,
with...Mistress watching.
Karen immediately regretting turning the animal loose in the slut. Not because
she couldn't undo it, but because it had quickly gotten her aroused beyond the
point where she wanted to be at seven o'clock in the morning. She did not
interrupt her own plans once she made them, barring unexpected circumstances. A
bit of horniness wouldn't cause her to jeopardize the slut's making it to work
on time. She grasped the slut by her hair and jerked her head back to an
upright position. "Enough!", she shouted to ensure she got full attention.
When she pulled the slut to her feet, she was amused to see how much lipstick
the slut had left behind on her nipples. She decided to leave it there. It
would make the day more interesting for the both of them. Again, she took the
slut by her hand and led her into the garage to get her dressed.
Carol was truly suffering. Her pussy was hot and flowing freely down her
thighs. She was desperate. At that moment, Megan was a long way from her
immediate concern, which was to have an orgasm. Mistress practically dragged
her to the garage and told her to get the TV and VCR off her car. Carol did so
with difficulty. It proved she was much weaker than her Mistress, who had no
problem lifting them onto the car the night before. The scratch was worse than
Carol had first thought, but...she just wanted to cum.
Karen chose a pair of black thigh-high stockings with elastic tops for the slut
to wear. She sifted through the bag full of shoes until she found a pair of
slutty looking platform clogs. They were black, quite high, and with a rounded
toe. She tossed the clogs and stockings onto the floor in front of the slut and
told her to put them on. Karen pulled out the blouse and skirt that the slut
had slept on inside the cage the night before. They were wrinkled and they
smelled of sweat. Karen tossed them on the floor and told the slut to put them
on, as well. She left the garage to retrieve a couple of items she was
equipping her slave with for the day.
Carol was shocked that Mistress actually wanted her to put the nasty skirt and
blouse on. It had been embarassing enough to buy them at the thrift store.
Wearing them would be an entirely different matter. She couldn't! She just
couldn't! She couldn't but she was soon enough into them and doing her best to
make herself look presentable by trying to smooth out some of the wrinkles. The
blouse was white polyester, worn so thin that it was practically see-through.
Carol buttoned it up to her neck in front. The skirt was simply frumpy. It was
an unfashionable knee length and contained a number of small snags and loose
seams. The clogs were much better than the sandals she had been forced to wear
for so long the night before. They were not what she normally wore to teach
school, though. And, they were by no means comfortable.
The slut looked very apprehensive when Karen returned with the items. She
handed the slut a small purse. "This contains a new cellphone for you. You'll
answer it when it rings, no matter what you are doing or where you are. You'll
also use it to call me to get permission to use the restroom. I'll be here most
of the day, so you had better hope you can reach me when you need to go. Do you
understand?"
The tears were coming again. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good." Karen then held up what looked like an antique choker with a large
black opal centered in a rather gaudy silver mount. "This!", she smiled
broadly, "is a wonderful little piece of equipment!" She stepped behind the
slut and quickly passed it around her neck and fastened it in place. "This is
worth more than you are. It contains a video and audio transmitter that will
enable me to accompany you throughout the day...by remote! If you try to take
it off you'll find yourself incapacitated. People will think you had a seizure
of some kind and you won't be worth a thing to anybody then. It even has a GPS
marker so that I can see where you are in the school at any given time. I love
it! I'll be watching and listening to you perform all day, so you had best be
on your toes. I'll be counting your mistakes, pet."
Carol cried silently. It was terrible. Worse than last night. The people she
would see today knew her. Oh!
"Now, you are not to eat or drink anything today. You may not touch yourself.
You will obey any instructions you get. You will leave work immediately after
your last class and drive to the thrift store we got your nice outfit from last
night and wait in the car there until further instructions. Do you understand
all of this?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Karen handed the slut her keys, which still contained the now obsolete
housekeys, and strode over to the wall to activate the automatic garage door
opener.
Suddenly snapping out of her daze, Carol quickly hopped in the car and backed
out. She was petrified that one of the neigbors would see what was going on in
her garage and wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
Karen started brewing another pot of coffee while she flipped on her remote
observation unit. She watched the slut drive away from the vantage point of her
throat. What a wonderful life, Karen thought. What a great day today would be!
