Chapter X. Home Again
Carol was nearly manic as she turned the last corner and headed down the street
toward her house. As usual, she was pressing the automatic door opener for her
garage before she even turned into the driveway so that she could cruise right
in. But, it didn't open. She had to brake before hitting the garage door.
What was going on? She pressed the button repeatedly, but it would not open!
She was naked, except for the thigh highs, choker around her neck, and her old
platform clogs. The smell of the french fries Miss Karen had made her buy were
driving her crazy with hunger. She hadn't eaten a thing since the night before,
prior to visiting with her "new neighbor". She was flabbergasted. What was
going on? She thought about honking the horn, but didn't want to attract any
attention. She decided to call her house using the cellphone, but there was no
answer. Oh, God!
Karen was enjoying the anxiety she was witnessing through the "chokercam". She
smiled every time she thought of the term. She knew later variants would
transmit such good stuff as pulse rate and temperature. This one, the one she
was beta testing for the agency, had proven to be quite effective, at least in
providing quality video out of an exceptionally inconspicuous and well crafted
platform.
She decided to toy with her toy a bit. Besides, she was hungry and wanted those
fries. Karen tracked down the video camera and prepped it to shoot. She began
filming before she opened the slut's main entry door so she could capture the
spontaneity of the moment. Karen giggled a bit to herself when she first saw
the slut's crimson face. It looked like her head might explode. Karen strolled
down the sidewalk toward the car, carefully focusing on the naked slut. "My
goodness! Haven't you had a big adventure!" she called out as he got close to
the driver side door.
Carol wished she could melt into a puddle. To simply cease to be. She couldn't
bear it. Miss Karen was tapping on the window. Oh, God. Carol pressed the
power button, rolling the window all the way down. Carol cringed when Miss
Karen announced loudly, "What are you doing driving around in broad daylight
with no clothes on? Look at you!"
Carol had no idea what was expected of her, so she remained silent. She was
faintly aware that she was whimpering. She knew her nerves were shot after what
she had been through. "Give me the fries, slut!", Miss Karen ordered. Carol
handed them to her. "Yes, Miss Karen.", she replied shakily.
Karen shut off the camera and strolled casually back into the house to enjoy the
fries. The slut looked to be in worse shape than Karen had thought, but she
knew she could stand a bit more torment. They can always stand just a bit more,
Karen thought.
Carol watched as Miss Karen walked back into the house, leaving her naked in the
car. She tried dialing the house again, now that she knew Miss Karen was there.
No answer. What could she do? Carol settled down as low in the seat as she
could to ensure that she couldn't be seen by any neighbors. She just wanted to
be inside. She didn't care what happened after that. She just wanted out of
public view. She peeked out the back of the car to see across the street.
Would anyone see her if she dashed for the front door? She could have her key
ready. It would be quick. She didn't care if Miss Karen was upset. She'd take
almost anything rather than being left naked in her car in the driveway.
She would do it. She could. She could. Nobody was looking. Nobody was
out...no cars coming...in a flash she was out the door and running up the short
sidewalk to her entry door...sliding the key in...turn...trying to turn
it...it...wouldn't open the...Oh, God! She pounded frantically on the door.
Her key didn't work! Had someone changed the locks? Oh, God! She was naked in
broad daylight! Quickly, she spun and ran back down the sidewalk, across the
driveway, and up the side of the house to the gate leading into the walled
backyard. She pushed on it...and banged into it from her forward momentum. She
almost stumbled to the ground...but, up, looking around...she didn't know what
do to!
Karen was laughing uproariously while watching the slut's actions through the
monitor. She had only eaten a few fries before the dumb slut decided to take
matters into her own hands. Every time they did that, they failed. Slut was
crouching behind some bushes now, over on the side yard. She didn't want to
risk going back out to the car. The way the picture on the monitor was rising
and falling, the pitiful thing could hardly breath from the stress. Karen
thought about going out and locking the slut's car, but she had the keys and
could gain entry to it easily enough...it would only slow her down. Hmm. Karen
munched on a few more fries while waiting for the stupid bitch to try something
new. She didn't need for things to get out of hand. Running to a neighbor
would not be a good thing, Karen considered.
She finished off the last of the fries and walked into the backyard through the
sliding door. Off to the right, on the backside of the tall gate the slut had
tried to get through, Karen called out, "Hellloooo? Hellloooo? Are there any
sluts out there?" She could hear sobbing. Maybe this one had made it to the
breaking point? Nah...Karen knew better. "Go back to the car, slut. I'll help
you get into the house then."
Miss Karen's voice turned sincere after her first, mocking comments through the
gate at Carol. Carol felt reassured by the sound of Miss Karen't voice. She
didn't know why. She could hear the sliding glass door at the back of the house
open and close again, and knew Miss Karen had gone inside. Carol took advantage
of the chance to pee, there in the bushes beside the garage. Feeling much
relieved, she decided she could make it back to the car. She tentatively rose
out of the bushes and looked around, making sure no one was out on the street.
She ran at a low crouch to try to keep her silhouette below the roofline of the
car. Dashing across the front of it and around the door, she jumped back
inside, slamming the door behind her. She was drenched with sweat. Rivulets
were pouring over her body and onto the already wet seat. Why did she have to
be tormented like this? She simply didn't understand. If only she could know
why...
Karen strode out through the front door again, locking it behind her before
putting one of the new keys in her shorts pocket. She walked directly up to the
car, opened the door, and flipped the recline lever of the bucket seat the slut
sat on. The back instantly gave way, dropping backward until it rested on the
back seat. The slut was startled, but Karen placed her right hand on the slut's
chest to hold her in place. "Stay.", was all she said. Seeing that her order
was going to be followed, she stepped back and slammed the door closed.
Reaching in, she turned the ignition key to activate the electronics, then
pressed the driver side power window button and lowered the passenger side
window. She then pulled the keys out of the ignition and threw them over her
shoulder onto the lawn.
Carol was petrified. She looked up to see Miss Karen's penetrating eyes staring
back at her. "Spread your legs, slut.", she ordered.
Carol did as she was told without hesitation. She surprised herself. Maybe she
had no dignity left after what had happened to her. Why didn't it seem to be
such a big deal? Her nipples hardened yet again and she felt that familiar
stirring deep in her loins.
Karen decided that what would be really fun would be to finger fuck the slut in
broad daylight in her driveway. She leaned halfway through the window and
pinched and twisted the slut's nipples until she was rewarded by audible
reactions. She knew this one would be hot once her motor got fully revved up.
Reaching down between the slut's legs, she roughly pinched and flicked her hard,
distended clit until the slut became even louder.
Carol was completely lost in this frenzy of sexual torment Miss Karen was
putting her through...it seemed the louder she got, the more Miss Karen would
reward her. She was so much more excited than she had ever been in her life,
and it was with complete and total abandon that she reacted to every twist and
pinch. She felt Miss Karen spreading her lips just before thrusting several
fingers deeply into her sopping pussy. Miss Karen was fucking her now, and
Carol's loud moans mixed sensuously with the slopping and slurping that a good
finger fucking can produce. Carol had been surviving in a realm between desire
and distain for all of the hours she had known her new neighbor. Now, there was
nothing but hot, unlimited, total wantoness in her. She bucked her hips to
better accommodate her Mistress's thrusts and squeeled loudly in rhythym with
each movement. Now there were four fingers in her, being pushed deeper and
deeper....she was...she was...ohh.. .ohhhhhhh "ahhhhhhhhhhhhssssssssssyes
yesyesssssssohmygod"...racked with one shattering orgasm....ohhh....
"nnnooohyesssssssssssssssss" ...then another...and still Mistress kept fucking
her, still...thrusting...oh, oh...the thumb was added...being forced
into...OH!.....until the third orgasm came and..."aaaaaaaa aahhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Carol exploded in an uncontrolled, screaming outburst
that made the neighborhood dogs take note. At the pinnacle of her unmanaged
abandonment Carol was astonished to see and feel Miss Karen constrict and force
her hand with just a bit more pressure until...it passed completely into her.
Carol looked down over her freakishly distended nipples and heaving chest to see
Miss Karen's wrist protruding out of her...out of her "cunt". Her eyes rolled
back in her head as she felt the completeness...a sexual totality...a perfection
she had never known, come over her. Several aftershocks rolled through her,
helping her down from heights she had never dreamed of finding. Then, when she
again opened her eyes they were met by the knowing glare of the one who had
taken her, who owned her...who knew what change had just taken place in
her...the beautiful one, her tormentor...who took her without warning...her
Mistress. She focused on those beautifully formed, expressive lips that she
longed to know, now, more intimately than she knew any other, as they simply
said, "Pledge."
Carol lifted her knees slightly, stretching, relishing the fullness of being so
completely possessed. It was a delicious moment for her...and she spoke
drowsily, "This slut pledges the full application of her mind, body, and soul to
your satisfaction, Mistress. This slut...gives herself over for the use and
pleasure of her Mistress. With...no expectation of reward other than what
Mistress may choose, and, no expectation of ever enjoying her freedom again
except through devoted service to Miss Karen"
Karen smiled warmly. She was impressed. "And what do you know about thinking?"
Carol hesitated for only a moment. "Doing without thinking will save this slut
distress, Miss Karen."
"Whose property are you?", Karen asked, slowly twisting her cunt encased fist.
"I am the...property...of Miss Karen."
Karen always savored the finer moments. This was one of them. She had taken a
respectable housewife, a school teacher, and transformed her into a willing
slave in...seventeen and three quarters hours. A new record, even for her.
She allowed the slut to enjoy the completeness of her surrender for a few
seconds longer before slowly withdrawing her hand out of the distended and
swollen cunt. The slut gave it up with reluctance - the regret of losing that
moment was apparent on her face. "Stay.", Karen ordered while turning toward
the house. She walked up the sidewalk studying her glistening left hand. She
smelled it and touched her tongue to it as though she wasn't sure what flavor
she had been given, or whether or not she would like it. Karen was an unabashed
lesbian and considered herself a connoisseur of pussy juice. It wouldn't do to
be seen showing any interest in the secretions of a slave, though. She pulled
the key out with her right hand and entered the house, closing the door behind
her.
As she ventured through the kitchen to the garage, she licked her fingers clean
of the sweet, lightly aromatic nectar that her new toy had given up for her.
Karen was totally aware that she had soaked through her panties, but suffered
none of the anxiety over it that those for whom orgasms were less readily
available might endure. She could use the slut for her own enjoyment anytime,
and would. Just not now. Not yet. She took the time to lick the remainder of
her hand clean before rummaging through the garbage bag of clothes into which
had been dumped the slut's swimsuits. Frustrated, she finally dumped the bag
out on the floor and kicked the items around until she found the nice little
white bikini she remembered seeing the previous evening. Next she found the
scissors on the garage floor and returned to the coolness of the kitchen to sit
down. Carefully, Karen cut out the lining of both the bra top and bikini
bottoms.
She left the newly modified bikini on the kitchen table, then proceeded to her
own home to change panties. She was careful to take the new housekeys and to
lock the door behind her when she went out. No need to tempt the slut into
playing some sort of silly game.
When she returned across the front yards, she noticed the slut peeking out of
the car at her. She smiled and waved, calling out, "Hello there!", before
tossing her wet panties onto the slut's sweat-beaded belly.
Carol was still enjoying the afterglow of the most intense experience of her
life. She loved Miss Karen...the one who had taken her there. Despite all of
the cruel torment and humiliation she had been through, she felt deeply indebted
to the beautiful neighbor that fate had brought into her life. Carol wondered
if she would ever come completely off the high she had just been taken to.
While fully sated of her immediate and compelling need for sexual release, she
noted a new, persistent hunger for more. Her pussy was still calling out to her
for attention. Maybe laying spread out and well fucked in broad daylight inside
her car was doing that to her...but she idly thought not...that maybe it would
always be there now. How delicious that would be...to be constantly...ready.
She balled the panties up in her left hand and held them to her nose. Inhaling
deeply, like a smoker's first drag after a stressful meeting. She had made her
Mistress wet! Carol stretched lanquidly, relishing the thought that she might
soon get to...service Miss Karen. It made her nervous. Carol had never made
love to a woman. Her first taste of any woman had been at the hand of Miss
Karen, and now, breathing deeply of her essence through her pretty cotton
panties, Carol began to long for the opportunity to provide Miss Karen the kind
of intimate pleasures she knew she was capable of.
Karen retrieved the bikini from the kitchen table and entered the garage. She
rummaged through the slut's remaining shoes and found an old pair of
crosstrainers. On top of the hot water heater was a half full bottle of suntan
oil. Next, she flipped the wall switch, restoring power to the automatic garage
door opener, and activated the door. Carrying the bikini, shoes, and oil
outside, she dropped them onto the driveway immediately beside the slut's driver
side door.
Returning to the garage, she carried out a small can of gasoline, then pulled
the lawnmower out to the sidewalk. Stepping over to the car, she saw the slut
clutching her used panties to her nose as though she were afraid they'd be taken
away. It was a tantalizing sight, but one Karen chose not to enjoy too much.
She pulled the door completely open. "Sit up.", she ordered.
Carol pulled herself to an upright position while Miss Karen raised the
seatback. Sweat poured down over Carol's body onto the seat.
"Give me the stockings and shoes." Karen held her hand out, as though the
command would be obeyed instantaneously. She was happy to see that it nearly
was. It's amazing what a little incentive can do, she thought. Pointing to the
items she had dropped on the driveway, she said, "Put the bikini on and cut the
front lawns, both of them. Be sure you oil yourself up, I want you well tanned
this summer." Without waiting for a response, she turned and strode back into
the garage, dropping the door behind her.
Carol's reverie hadn't left her entirely. She still felt the lusting for Miss
Karen that she had been relishing the past few minutes, but there remained an
element of fear that was real. Looking down at the items in the driveway, she
saw the shoes, oil, and her old white bikini. Since she could be seen by anyone
driving down the street, she quickly gathered up the bikini and began to pull
the bottoms on. She noticed immediately that the lining had been cut out of
them, and knew that with a little moisture they would become practically
transparent. She nevertheless pulled them on and got them adjusted before
noticing the same had been done to the top. A little was better than nothing at
all, Carol thought...she had just spent a considerable amount of time naked in
public, though nominally concealed in her car. She knew there was little
activity on her street at any time of the day, but particularly during working
hours. After getting the top situated she put the shoes on and got out of the
car. As ordered, she oiled herself down and managed to get the lawmower started
with very little trouble.
Karen sat down in the coolness of the slut's home office to go through her
computer files in more detail while watching her progress through the
"chokercam". The phone began ringing. She waited to see if the caller would
leave a message.
Megan White was pissed off. She spent much of her time pissed off because
nothing ever seemed to go her way. What she had hoped to be a fun summer break
had turned boring the second she arrived at her sister's house. So, she made up
a story about visiting a friend in Orlando just so she could be on her own for a
few days to have the kind of good time she couldn't at her big sister's house.
By the time she had gotten to Orlando and found a motel room she could afford,
she was too tired and too smart to go wandering around the strange city in
search of...what-ever. She managed to fall asleep after listening to the
headboard in the room next door bang for over an hour, only to wake up to a car
that wouldn't start. She had no clue what to do except call her sister, who she
knew was teaching and wouldn't be at home.
"Hey, Sis. It's me. My car broke down and won't start. I'm sorry! I just
don't know what to do except leave you a message. I'm at the Blue Harbor Motel
in Kissemee, room 210, the number here is...."
Karen listened to the young voice with growing anger. She always used trainees
to prep her dossiers and provide detached support when she took breaks. It was
a way of continuing to work without working. Having a support team helped to
make everything go easier, and using ad hoc trainee support teams was a nice way
to justify access to beta equipment. The agency wasn't bothered by the fact
that she field tested equipment when she was on vacation, nor that she gave
trainees real time experience even if it was formally off the books.
Someone had fucked up, large. She knew nothing about a sister, let alone a
sister that happened to be in the area. Karen quickly grasped her encrypted
cellphone from her gym bag and dialed the secure message center. It would
automatically trigger the pagers of the participating trainees, prompting them
to dial the message center to retrieve Karen's recording. "Previously
undocumented younger female sibling has been verified. Training operator
requests immediate review and update." She snapped the cover down forcefully to
terminate the call.
Karen had yet to cross the path of a problem that she couldn't somehow turn into
an opportunity. Some took more time and effort than others, but there was
always a way to salvage a situation. In this case, a little sister in the area
was certainly a complicating factor, but not one that would necessarily
compromise her "training" mission. She had always planned to manage her new toy
such that she could either walk away when the time came or have the slut
disappear without anyone being surprised or looking too hard for her. The
husband and boyfriend could be managed, friends and associates kept at a
distance, and the mother lived in Ilinois. A sister in the area, though...could
be a problem.
After feeling self conscious for the first few minutes of mowing the lawns,
Carol became more relaxed and accepting of the situation as time passed. The
bikini had become practically transparent as she sweated and the white fabric
began to cling to her skin. She felt totally out of place, cutting the front
lawn in a bikini with crosstrainers and a choker on. But, it was making her
horny. That was undeniable. The way her hairless skin glistened in the
sunlight under the oil, the way the plug moved inside her with every step she
took, the vibration of the mower in her hands, the slight bounce of her breasts
as she pushed, all were contributing factors that were causing her nipples to
stay hard and her pussy to stay wet. All the while she thought of her Mistress,
and dreamed of kneeling before her...
Karen watched the slut's progress distractedly while she waited for her support
team to scramble into action. They envisioned her laying beside a pool,
drinking lemonade, and dreaming up scenarios for them to react to. Nobody in
the agency had any idea she did what she did in her down time. She knew the
message she left was a career threatener for whoever had been responsible for
tracking the family's lineage and whereabouts. It should be. In a live
operation, this would be considered a major intelligence failure that could
jeopardize lives as well as national security. She took a deep breath and
sighed. That's what training scenarios are for, she reminded herself.
Carol's daydream was interruped by the appearance of a pickup truck. She hadn't
noticed it turn down the street, otherwise she would have found a way to turn
the mower in the opposite direction. It was too late. Whoever was driving it
had probably already seen her nipples pushing through the bikini top, as well as
noticed that her pussy was shaved. The bikini had become practically see
through, and there was no way of concealing herself now. She kept going, hoping
they hadn't noticed.
Using her peripheral vision, she noted with some dread that the truck had
stopped in the street off to her left and the driver side window was rolling
down. She heard honking, and turned to look. A younger hispanic man was
driving it. He was smiling, and waving for her to come over. Uncertain as to
what to do, she finished the row she was cutting and turned to come back the
other way before shutting the mower off. She smiled back at him.
"I need some directions!", he shouted happily.
"Oh, okay.", Carol replied as she tentatively stepped closer to him while
staying in Miss Karen's yard. "What address are you looking for?", she asked.
"What's your address?", he answered, laughing.
Carol had always been naive. The joke went straight over her head. "I'm 102
Thrushmeadow."
"Well. I wish there were more 102 Thrusmeadow's in this world, cause I like the
one I'm lookin' at now!"
Carol realized he was talkiing about her. The compliment made her feel...sexy.
That was strange. Unwanted attention had always made her uncomfortable. Now
she was standing in her front yard in a see through bikini, feeling horny and
having a nice conversation with a complete stranger. She smiled, not sure what
to say.
"Wanna come cut my lawn next?", he asked jokingly.
Carol stepped closer, to the edge of the lawn. She felt her desire
growing...the boy was cute! He had kind eyes and a really nice smile and his
eyes looked so sincere...she had always been attracted to clean cut hispanic men
like this one.
Preoccupied with the problem, Karen had taken her eyes off the monitor for a few
minutes while she poured another cup of coffee. When she returned to the slut's
home office and looked at the monitor, she became alarmed. The slut had stopped
cutting the grass and was talking to someone in a pickup truck. The "chokercam"
lense was designed to be more of a fisheye view and did not perform well beyond
ten feet or so. Karen decided to go to the guest bedroom and look out the
window.
Carol stepped down onto the asphalt. She was standing in the street now. His
teeth were the whitest she had ever seen.
"You are hot, baby.", he said as his eyes openly roamed over her body.
Carol felt like a teenager. She slowly turned her body from side to side to
make sure he got a nice view. She felt like she was on autopilot. She knew
where this would end up...and was happy to help it move along. "You aren't too
shabby yourself.", she answered in a sexy voice.
This, Karen didn't need. Not while the team was scrambling to get her a
reactive call. The slut looked like she was ready to climb in the mexican's
truck and make off with him. Her sexual appetite was obviously much greater
than Karen had anticipated.
When Carol heard the front door slam she turned to see Miss Karen walking
quickly toward her across the lawn. The hateful glare in her eyes told Carol
she was in big, big trouble. Carol glanced quickly back at the boy with an
apologetic expression on her face. She immediately regretted it, fearful Miss
Karen had seen it and that it only made matters worse.
Karen covered the ground she needed to cover quickly. The mexican male didn't
know what to make of the situation, and that was just fine with Karen. She
didn't plan to provide him with any explanations. She was enraged that her
property would be out slutting around in the street when she had direct
instructions to cut the grass.
Carol was frozen in place as Miss Karen came up quickly upon her. Oh, God.
Karen grasped the bitch by her right wrist and turned back toward the house,
pulling the slut behind her.
"Ooohhmama. You're both soooo hot!", the boy called out. "Can I watch?"
Karen flipped him the bird over her shoulder while continuing to lead the stupid
slut to the house.
Carol was petrified, but being led by her wrist across the yard as though she
were a child caused her nipples to harden even more and her pussy to begin to
tingle. She was practically dragged through the door and into the living room,
where she was roughly spun around to face her Mistress.
"Strip!", Karen screamed. As the slut hurried to comply, Karen took a moment to
control herself. She was inclined to inflict significant pain, but knew that
once she started she might have a problem. Better to step back, be rational.
The slut was already in her proper position, breathing heavily and dripping
sweat on the plush green carpet. "Go outside and take a cold shower, you stupid
fucking slut! I can't stand the sight of you!", Karen yelled before turning
back toward the home office.
Relieved and grateful not to have been slapped or whipped, Carol rushed to the
shower stall by the poolhouse in the back yard and took a quick shower.
Removing all of the sweat and tanning oil under the cold stream of water was
invigorating, but Carol knew she was still in trouble. She had never seen
another woman become so enraged. She was amazed, after seeingn the look in Miss
Karen't eyes, that she had been able to control herself so well. Carol knew she
had done wrong, but she was so....horny...all the time now.
When she finished the shower she wasn't sure what to do next. She thought she
should return to the last spot she had been in position, so tried to get into
the house through the sliding door. It was locked, however. So, hopeful to
make amends somehow, she faced the glass door, spread her feet, clasped her
hands behind her neck, adjusted her elbows, and waited.
Karen kept a close eye on the monitor to ensure the bitch didn't do anything
else stupid. She had locked the sliding door to keep the slut out until the
trainees could give her an update on the little sister. She took a few minutes
to put the lawn mower and gas can away, then found the slut's car keys in the
grass. She decided to leave the car in the driveway. When she returned to the
office, she took some time to work through a few contingencies in her mind
regarding the sister. They weren't all bad. As she sipped another cup of
coffee, she reflected on whether or not so much of it that day had contributed
to her reaction to the slut's...forgetfulness. She had calmed down enough to
begin to see some humor in the slut's horniness. It was obvious what would
happen if she was left to her own devices.
Finally, the small green light on Karen's encrypted cellphone began to blink.
She checked her watch. Twenty minutes...not a bad reaction time. But, what was
the information worth? She plugged the adapter from the monitor to the
cellphone and downloaded the text message sent by her team of trainees.
"Apologies. Megan Renee White, younger sister is adoptive. Joined family when
subject was ten and sister was six months. Graduated high school last week.
Illinois I.D. Photo attached. End."
Well. At least Karen had a name, age, and knowledge that she was adopted. She
could fill in the blanks by other means. What to do? There was no immediate
need to decide because Megan knew her big sister was teaching and had no
expectation of a return call until late afternoon at the earliest. It was...one
fifteen. Plenty of time. Megan wasn't bad looking, but there was really no
telling from an I.D. photo.
Karen straightened up the office area, putting all of her equipment back into
the gym bag. She strolled casually toward the back of the house and stood for
a while just inside the sliding glass door, looking out at the slut. She had
gotten some sun while cutting the lawns and was just then beginning to turn pink
from it. Karen would have her tanned deeply by summer's end. She would look
especially hot once her hair was dyed blonde. There was much to do, and much
fun to be had with this one...but...there was the matter of the sister to deal
with.
Carol saw with some trepidation that Miss Karen was looking her over from inside
the house. She remained completely motionless, trying to ensure that she did
not further enrage her beautiful Mistress. She thought about what it felt
like, being led by the wrist...it was so...natural. But for the circumstances,
she would have enjoyed it very much. For now all she could do was keep her
position and wait. She was getting increasingly hungry as the day wore on, and
cutting the grass had served to build up quite an appetite. She hadn't had any
breakfast or lunch, other than the quart of water she had been forced to drink
that morning.
Karen closed the drapes on the slut, both to give her something more to think
about and to conceal the fact that Karen had gone to her home to exchange some
items and to secure some of the test equipment in her safe.
When Karen returned she found herself in a much better mood. As often happened,
her fabulous brain worked out a solution while she let the problem ruminate
without applying conscious thought to it. Then, when the solution popped out,
she could apply her unequaled analytical skills toward deconstructing the
solution to test it, ,refine it and make it more workable. The bottom line in
this case was that she needed to take a trip. Before leaving, she needed to
secure the slut for an undetermined period of time. She gathered what she
needed from her substantial supply at home and returned with a general plan.
Carol was surprised when the curtains suddenly parted. She had been staring at
them for so long that her mind had started to wander. Still mindful of the
degree to which she had upset Miss Karen, Carol had begun to develop the skill
of allowing time to pass. Being trussed up by the neck the previous evening had
given her some practice. Though tired and otherwise distressed, she had made
the same accomodation in the cage and while she waited in her car outside the
thrift shop. She recalled the life in which she dreamed of having more idle
time. Her dream had come true, although not in the way she had envisioned.
Idle time punctuated by humiliation, fear, work, confusion, and almost constant
horniness was not yet a 24 hours lifestyle for her, but that was only because
she had not yet made it through her first 24 hours.
She had been thinking about kind of change had occurred in her that she could
and would mow the lawn in a see-through bikini and be fully prepared to fuck the
first man that took notice. On the one hand she was alarmed. On the other she
felt the familiar, almost constant heat that kept her wet and ready. Something
deep within her, beyond the reach of her intellect, was winning the battle for
her body. She wasn't trying too hard to keep herself under control, and wanted
to go where fate seemed to be taking her.
Karen was preoccupied with getting to Kissemmee. She slid the door open a
crack. "Go to your spot and pee, then return here.", she said flatly before
closing the door. She watched as the slut made her way quickly to her spot on
the grass. Karen knew she had found a way to pee since her "accident" at school
that morning, probably in the bushes on the side of the house. She only
dribbled a bit now, and Karen knew the quart that had been put into her that
morning had obviously already been drained. There would be an accounting for
every transgression, eventually. Karen slid the door open when the slut
returned to allow her entry into the house. Karen told the slut to kneel on top
of the coffee table in the living room.
Carol had no idea what to expect. Miss Karen's mood had changed for the better,
but she remained serious and somewhat detached. Carol kneeled up on the coffee
table, feeling even more as though she were on display than she had been in the
back yard. She clasped her hands behind her neck and spread her knees, keeping
her eyes downcast. She noticed the furniture had been rearranged and that it
didn't look bad.
Karen placed her large sports bag beside the coffee table and withdrew her
favorite leather discipline hood from it. This particular hood was nice because
of the flexibility it provided. It could be fitted with a bit, O-ring, penis
gag, ball gag, a simple vented mouth cover, or left open over the lips. The
eyes could be left open or snapped shut, as could the ears. It was fully
adjustable with leather laces up the back and contained numerous D-rings in
various locations to make it convenient to secure the slave's head contained in
it. She had already fitted it with a large penis gag. First, though, she
pulled out a pair of earplugs that would effectively render the slut deaf,
especially once the hood was fully in place. She held the earplugs up for the
slut to see.
"I lost count of the number of times you failed me today. Since you are
apparently unable to hear what I tell you, I've decided to make you deaf, dumb,
and blind for a while. After I insert these earplugs I'm going to put this nice
hood on you. Then, I'm going to do what I will with you, as though you were a
stupid animal with no sense, which is what you demonstrated that you are,
through your actions today. Should I meet with any resistance, things will be
all the worse for you. Do you unerstand?"
Carol understood that tone of voice. She nodded slightly, her lips
involuntarily curling down on the corners. "Yes, Miss Karen.", she replied.
Karen held the slut's head steady with one hand while she pushed the earplugs in
with the other. Then, she took the hood and turned it inside out so that the
large penis gag protruded outward from it. Reaching down between the slut's
legs, she roughly parted her labia with the penis gag and firmly guided it up
and back several times until it was thoroughly coated with cunt juice.
Carol knew what was expected of her when she saw the shortened black dildo being
held to her lips. She opened wide as it was pushed deeply into her mouth and
the hood quickly pushed up and over her face until it surrounded her entire
head. Miss Karen gathered and pulled her hair up through a hole in the top,
then tightly laced up the back, down to the nape of her neck. She could hear
and see nothing. The gag was so large that it seemed to completely fill her
mouth, and was just short enough not to trigger her gag reflex. She relished
the taste of herself as her juices intermingled with her saliva and seemed to
settle in throughout her mouth. Miss Karen was adjusting and tightening various
buckles and straps that served to make every part of the hood conform to the
shape of her head.
Karen stood back to survey her work. The hood looked like it had been custom
made for the slut's well formed head. She loved it. Leaving the dumb beast on
the table, she strolled to the garage and gathered the converted dog collars she
had made the slut purchase the evening before. She put one on each ankle and
wrist.
Next, she guided the slut down onto her back and pushed her wrists up over her
head. She padlocked the wrist cuffs together and knotted a length of nylon rope
to the padlock, tossing the loose end under the table. She grasped each ankle
and pushed it under the table on either side, then tied a length of rope between
them. Next, she pulled the rope attached to her wrists until the slut's upper
arms rested on the table top and her lower arms were pulled at an angle under
the table. She tied it to the rope connecting her ankles. If the slut tired
to straighten her arms, she would pull her ankles closer together, and if she
tried to straighten her knees, she would pull her arms more tightly under the
table.
As her body was being bound to the table, Carol became increasingly alarmed.
She was splayed out on the table in such a manner that her breasts, belly,
pussy, and inner thighs were fully exposed. Her breathing became more difficult
because of the mask, and she felt her head beginning to perspire inside it's
leather cucoon.
So as not to have any interruptions to the task that soon would be at hand,
Karen retrieved the slut's huge "black man's" dildo as well as the next larger
of the three sizes of anal plugs that had been bought the night before at the
adult video store. She tossed them onto a side chair next to the coffee table.
She stripped a few nice lengths of duct tape off a roll she had in her bag and
temporarily stuck them on the edge of the table.
Not one for wasting time, Karen quickly stripped off all of her clothes, neatly
folding them and placing them on the couch. She was already wet, but opted to
slide a finger along the length of her long neglected pussy just to warm herself
up a bit more. She had brought a longer dogwhip with her, one that produced a
deep whistle as it split the air and a very satisfying crack upon impact. It
was not heavy enough to do damage beyond surface welts, but it was more
subtantial than the one she had used on the slut that morning, which was
basically just a toy.
She stood on the table, straddling the slut's torso and facing toward her feet.
Raising the dogwhip up to the ceiling, she took careful aim at the right inner
thigh, about six inches above the knee. Taking a deep breath, feeling her
nipples rise and her pussy tingle, she brought the whip down with a sureness and
fury that knew no compromise.
Carol's entire body went rigid as her thigh suddenly erupted in flame. The pain
was so quick and so deep that she momentarily wondered if she had been burned.
She screamed at the top of her lungs into the gag and hood that held her mute,
blind, and deaf. This was a cruelty she had never known. Her mind reeled,
functioning at the level of a cornered animal.
Karen was thrilled to see the result. The welt came up nicely while the slut's
body quivered from the shock. Karen stood poised, watching the nipples rise and
the clit escape from it's soft, concealing hood. She waited patiently until the
breathing returned. Some of the muscles relaxed...then she struck again,
ruthlessly. Then, again, and again...
The slut had been perfectly striped, three times on either inner thigh. Karen
admired her work from above the writhing victim. "Well placed.", she
complimented herself. The gutteral, muted screams that managed to make their
way out of the hood were a nice compliment as well. They continued for a while
even after the last strike, as long as there was breath to produce them.
Eventually the slut had tired of breathing so hard, and had to either calm down
or pass out. The human body was a particularly interesting and useful
instrument. It typically did what needed to be done to keep the system
operating despite the emotional distress of the frail personality that sometimes
controlled it.
Karen was flowing freely, and happily gathered her own moisture on her fingers
to share with the slut. She rubbed generous amounts of it over the slut's
nostrils and the area surrounding them on the hood to ensure her sweet aroma
would be a distinct aspect of that particularly memorable event.
Next, she roughly removed the smaller plug from the slut's ass, replacing it
with the medium sized plug, then unceremoniously forced the dildo in to the
hilt. They would be held in place with the duct tape, which Karen placed from
the slut's lower back to her belly and reinforced with several more lengths to
ensure nothing could be expelled. It would be a perfectly natural way for a
slut to pass the time, fully stuffed in all her holes, freshly striped, and
stringently bound.
Karen hadn't intended to give herself relief. That would come later. She
enjoyed and appreciated the value of discipline and the satisfying results it
would bring when her desire was allowed to build to the point that she was
unable to stop herself. She looked forward to the frenzy, and the unpredictable
circumstances in which it might arrive. It was the one unregulated aspect of
her life that she allowed herself.
She quickly showered and redressed, then prepared for the drive to Kissemmee.
It was time to investigate what kind of complication Megan would be.
