CHAPTER XVIII Making Arrangements
Carol drove home feeling she had experienced more than her fair share of guilty
pleasure. She had dutifully drained the boy, Tommy, into the condom Miss Karen
had supplied for the purpose. She knotted it at the top and saved it as proof
that she had performed her assigned task. Tommy was young, though, and Carol
was able to make him hard again, this time for herself. Though not nearly as
volumous as his first orgasm, she did feel very satified to have fresh cum
coating the back of her throat. She couldn't explain her obsession with it, but
she loved it and wanted more and more. Of course, she had allowed Tommy to take
a few liberties with her. He had gotten a couple of fingers into her and found
that she was more than ready to hump his hand while she sucked his cock. She
came twice before it was all over. In the end, Carol knew she had impressed
upon him how very important it would be for him to come up with ten friends for
her to suck. He certainly would want more of what he had gotten tonight.
She expected to have to wait in position outside her own door before Miss Karen
would allow her in. But, only three or four minutes passed before the door
opened and she was waved inside. Miss Karen held her hand out, and Carol knew
what she wanted. She placed the filled condom in Miss Karen's hand and was
rewarded with a smile. That was nice. Carol never knew quite what to expect.
She hoped the reward Miss Karen had mentioned earlier would be pleasant. It
wasn't beyond her to turn a reward into some sort of cruel trick. Carol still
feared her, and she feared being slapped. She was told to strip, which only
took a second given that all she wore was the shorts and tube top. She assumed
her position and waited while Miss Karen took the condom in the direction of the
kitchen.
Carol was then directed into the living room and placed in a kneeling position
on the coffee table, facing the couch. Miss Karen assembled a few things,
placing them around the table in different locations. Carol was afraid to look,
knowing she would either be disappointed or frightened by what she might see.
She was able to steal a glance here and there at Miss Karen, who was wearing a
nice little sundress that looked comfortable and cool. It wasn't the sort of
thing Carol was used to seeing her in, and it made her seem a little less
intimidating.
Finally, when everything must have been in place, Miss Karen stood directly in
front of Carol. She reached forward and touched Carol just under her chin,
raising her face up until they made eye contact. Her eyes were so piercing,
Carol thought. Like she knew every answer before the question was asked.
"You will keep constant eye contact with me until told otherwise. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered nervously.
"We need to update your rules and establish your role so that we can begin to
thoroughly train you to ensure you perform in a satisfactory way." Karen began.
Carol wanted to lower her eyes. It was so difficult to keep eye contact with
her. It just didn't seem right. It wasn't natural.
"Until now, you have been wallowing around in an undisciplined way, trying to
get yourself fucked and being constantly supervised or bound otherwise. I have
not been able to trust you to do exactly what you have been told. At first you
felt you had no choice and did certain things to protect your reputation and
prevent others from emotional distress. Now, though, I think you have fully
accepted that you are a natural whore and know that you would probably allow
yourself to be a cock hound the rest of your worthwhile days, if you were left
to your own devices."
Tears welled up in Carol's eyes. The words were true, but she didn't want to
have to admit it. Not even to herself. She could see that Miss Karen was
reading her without asking questions.
"Recite your pledge now, slut."
Carol had no idea what was going to happen. She was frightened, and her
quavering voice showed it. "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. I pledge the full application of my
mind, body, and soul to your satisfaction, Mistress." By the time she finished,
tears were slowly trailing down over her cheeks. The pledge had passed through
her mind so many times that it was easy to repeat it. What was troubling to her
now was that it wasn't something she had done reluctantly. She meant it, but
she didn't know why. It...didn't make sense.
Carol knew she was expected to kiss Miss Karen's feet as a final sign of
complete obedience each time she recited her pledge. But, the requirement to
maintain constant eye contact made that impossible, so she waited, gazing into
those cruel, cold, ice blue eyes. Miss Karen raised her right leg up and placed
her foot on the edge of the table.
"You may perform your duty, slut, then return to your position."
Carol bent forward, watching her tears drop onto the tabletop, then onto Miss
Karen's bare foot. She kissed it passionately, from the toes to the ankle and
back again before being told, "enough". Reluctantly she rose and reassumed her
position, kneeling, knees spread wide, hands clasped behind her neck, elbows
held back in alignment with her body. She looked up, into the eyes of her
possessor. Miss Karen moved her foot forward until her toes came in contact
with Carol's wet pussy. Carol moaned softly, feeling her nipples lengthening.
"You may be in a very dangerous situation, slut.", Karen said quietly. "You
need to make some decisions to ensure your safety." She wiggled her toes
slowly, feeling them dampening with the slut's cunt juice. The slut lowered
herself just a touch, stupidly thinking Karen hadn't noticed. "Given your
whorish behavior lately, I'd say the odds that you have fucked or sucked someone
with AIDS is fairly good. I'd say that even if you haven't contracted something
fatal yet, you are likely to soon enough." Karen paused for effect, allowing
the thought to sink in and circulate. "Fortunately for you, I have access to
both curative medications as well as vaccines that are only available to very
important people, like me. The trouble is, I'm just not sure you're worth it.
Are you worth it, slut?"
Carol hadn't though at all about the risks she had taken. Her overwhelming
horniness had obscured any thoughts she might have had about diseases and
things. Miss Karen was right. She might already be...spreading something. She
nodded quickly. "Yes, Miss Karen!"
"Well, I have my doubts. I've lost track of the infractions you've racked up.
I've been very easy on you, but, as I said, those days are over. I wonder what
you would be willing to do to illustrate that you are worth saving? Do you have
any suggestions?"
Carol thought quickly. "Umm. Anything, Miss Karen! Anything you ask!"
The slut was certainly sounding earnest. Her eyes couldn't lie. It was too
easy. "Anything?"
Carol nodded. "Yes, Miss Karen!", she answered enthusiastically.
"I see...well then. I had thought of a problem. The problem is your old life
and your old relationships. We need to find a way of disposing of all of it so
that you can begin your new life, and begin it cured of, and protected from, any
life threatening illnesses. Do you understand?"
Carol, feeling the warm toes slowly exploring the flesh between her legs, was
beside herself with desire...again. Still she gazed into Miss Karen's
all-knowing eyes. "Yes, Miss Karen." She understood.
"How might we free you of, say, your marriage to...what's his name?"
Carol hadn't thought that far ahead. She had been thinking of Ray a lot lately,
but mostly in the context of being glad he was gone. The marriage hadn't
exactly been a passionate or interesting one. It had taken her out of her
hometown and gotten her to Florida. Sometimes it seemed like there wasn't much
left. The frequent separations she endured lasted long enough for her to become
accustomed to being effectively single, only to force her to readapt to having
Ray around between deployments. She wasn't being asked to choose. She was
being asked how to get rid of Ray.
"I could, um. Oh. This slut could email him, Miss Karen. Asking for a
separation."
"A separation? Until when, until I decide to share you with him?"
Carol became aware that she had begun rotating her hips over Miss Karen's toes
and wondered if she should stop. She was afraid that if she stopped Miss Karen
might notice that she had started.
"Um, until, until Miss Karen decides to end it."
"End what? The separation?"
"Yes, Miss Karen."
"You really are just as dumb as the table you're kneeling on, slut. It's over.
There's no ending of this or that. There's no giving you back. This is
permanent. Forever. Until you die or I get rid of you. There is no "normal"
life ahead for you, ever. You are already in a permanent state of servitude,
slut. You're a slave."
The eyes were dead serious. Carol was taken aback. She had known of all the
cruelty and torment Miss Karen was capable of. She had been through a world of
experiences in only a few days. She knew her old life would pale by comparison
and that she would never be the same again. But, she had always thought that,
well, that once Miss Karen had her fun it would be...over. Slave? Permanent?
Tears were coming with more frequency now, but she wasn't crying, not yet.
Slowly, she nodded her head in understanding. She hadn't fully assimilated it
yet, but she understood. It wasn't a fantasy come true. It was real. She had
been pretending. Oh, God!
Seeing the realization take hold inside the slut's simple brain, Karen thought
she'd try again. This was like housetraining a beagle, she thought.
"I can make it so your husband never comes home again, if that's what you
prefer, slut. He can just go away and never be seen. Is that what you want?"
"No, Miss Karen!" Carol didn't love him as she once did, but she did still care
on some level.
"Well?"
Carol so desperately wanted to look away. It took all her strength to maintain
eye contact. She was confused and angry and horny and in love with this woman
who controlled her as expertly as a master puppeteer. Hesitantly, she replied,
"I could file divorce papers. Sorry. This slut could file divorce papers, Miss
Karen."
Karen was getting tired of standing on one foot, so she lowered herself down
onto the couch, leaving her right foot pushed up between the slut's legs. Her
toes were now deeply embedded into the wet, hot flesh of the slut's cunt. This
was certainly having an effect on Karen, but she needed to concentrate on making
progress before giving way to pleasure.
"But what would keep hubbie from pursuing you? How could you make it a clean,
permanent break?"
Carol thought for a while, but the combination of staring into Miss Karen's eyes
and feeling her toes gliding back and forth along her slit made it difficult.
She didn't know what to say. "Um. I could tell him I met someone else?"
"That might work. What about the house?"
The house? "Um. This slut doesn't know...about the house, Miss Karen."
"You have power of attorney while he is gone, correct?"
"Umm, yes, Miss Karen. But I...this slut isn't sure if it means I can...sell
it?"
"It does, slut. The fool gave you unlimited power of attorney before he left.
He must have trusted you a lot. It's a shame for him he married a whore. How
long were you fucking Ralphie before I introduced myself?"
Carol felt a wave of shame wash over her. "Oh. About...six months or so, Miss
Karen."
"So you were fucking a black man behind your husband's back even before he
left?" Karen already knew all of the answers. She was just guiding the slut
toward the course of action she had already determined.
"Um, yes, Miss Karen."
"And, that's what got you into this trouble, eh?" Karen smiled, tilting her
head sympathetically.
"Yes, Miss Karen."
"So, maybe honesty is the best policy? Maybe you should admit to him that you
have been unfaithful and tell him you are divorcing him because you want
a...lifestyle change?"
That made sense to Carol, although she didn't like the thought of how much such
an admission would hurt Ray. She knew, though, that sailors half expected
hearing such news while deployed. It was a legendary part of being at sea. She
nodded. "Yes, Miss Karen."
"Do you think you can keep your job after gobbling on your principal's cock?"
Carol hadn't thought about her job. She was just trying to make it through the
day, and follow her instructions to be agreeable to everyone. How did Miss
Karen know? She seemed to know everything. Carol wondered if she knew about
the boy...sucking that boy in the van. She must. She must know everything.
"Um, I, this slut doesn't know, Miss Karen."
"You don't know much, except how to suck and fuck. I'll be teaching you much
more, slut. I'm just trying to help you sort out this mess you've gotten
yourself into. Go ahead and settle yourself down better on my foot. I know it
will make you feel better. Don't get carried away, though."
Carol accepted the invitation as well as the warning. "Yes, Miss Karen." She
lowered her sopping pussy down further, until Miss Karen's toes were beginning
to penetrate her.
"There now. My opinion is that when a teacher lowers herself to the point that
you have, dressing like a whore, having orgasms in class, sucking the principal
and a student, and asking for phone numbers, she has pretty much pissed her
credibility away. Wouldn't you say that's true?"
"Um. Yes, Miss Karen." Carol's thoughts were centering more on her pleasure
than the conversation. She knew her eyes were saying so as she fought to keep
them from losing focus.
"I think, to help you feel better, we should have you hold your breasts for me.
Like if you were offering them to me."
Carol dutifully took her hands from the back of her neck and cupped her breasts,
holding them up and forward as she thought Miss Karen wanted.
"What I think, slut, is that you ruined your marriage and your career. They
aren't salvageable. How do you undo the fact that you have behaved like a
brainless whore? I think you need to resign your position before school starts
again. I know that you opted for the nine month pay plan and won't be getting
any income through the summer, so there is no reason to delay your resignation,
is there?"
Her career not salvageable? It wasn't that bad, was it? God, she was hot!
Holding her breasts like that only made it worse, or better? Whatever. Miss
Karen was right. "No, Miss Karen."
"Good! You may look away now. There is some paper and a pen there, to your
right. Write your last letter to Ray and your resignation to the school." To
ensure the slut was properly distracted, Karen adjusted her foot, brushing
against the slut's clit and casually wiggling her toes against and around it
while the slut wrote.
Carol had no idea what to write, so she kept it simple. "Dear Ray: I am sorry
to tell you that I have met someone else and am filing for divorce from you. I
am going through a lifestyle change and don't think we could work things out.
I wish you the best. Love, Carol.", and, "I hereby resign my position with the
school district for personal reasons."
Karen took the papers from the slut. They would do. A nice glossy of Ralph ass
fucking the slut would do wonders for making sure Ray didn't come after her.
She smiled. It was fun to be so devious. The principal might think twice about
taking advantage of another teacher if he got an audio recording in the mail
along with the resignation. She reminded herself to check her equipment for the
most descriptive few seconds of the slut's time with the principal. Maybe she
would blackmail him, too. A few extra bucks to buy toys with would be a plus.
"Well, that's that, then.", Karen said as she placed the papers beside her on
the couch. "Eyes back on me, slut. What about your mother?"
Carol was taken aback. Her mother? What about her mother? "Um, this slut, ah,
doesn't know what Miss Karen means."
"Oh, surely you do, slut! How could you hide what you've become from your
mother? Wouldn't it be cruel to have to explain to her that your marriage and
career have failed and that you are now a simple piece of property?"
That was a point. "Yes, Miss Karen."
"Wouldn't there be an easier way of...letting her think her good girl was okay?
At least for a while?"
Why couldn't she just call her every couple weeks as she always had? "Ah, this
slut could just call her, couldn't she?"
"Oh, no, slut. Your mother won't be a part of your new life. Don't you see?
It's all gone away thanks to your stupidity."
Carol's eyes welled up again. She hated staring into Miss Karen's eyes. It
felt as though her soul were laid bare. She couldn't think. Her mother?
"Oh, how I hate waiting for your slow little brain to function slut! I can
arrange for your mother to be run over by a bus if you like. I am telling you
to come up with a solution for removing her from your life. Now."
Carol shivered at the harsh tone Miss Karen had taken on. She was growing
impatient. This had led to a whipping or a slap in past occasions, and Carol
would do anything to avoid either. "This slut could tell her I was going on a
trip and, change my phone number?"
Karen rolled her eyes. "You don't have a phone, let alone a phone number. You
don't have a house. You don't have clothes. You are an "it". A thing. Things
don't own, they are owned."
Carol didn't know what to say, and she hadn't been asked a question, so she
remained silent, hoping the impatience would not boil over into the rage Miss
Karen was capable of.
"You may begin fucking yourself on my foot now, slut. It'll help you think, I'm
sure." Karen straightened her foot, nestling the toes up into the wet hole
above them.
Carol hadn't though of it as...fucking Miss Karen's foot. She had thought she
was just being teased and tormented while Miss Karen helped her work things out.
Now, though...she lowered herself a bit, feeling the toes ease further up into
her as her cunt stretched to accommodate them. Miss Karen wiggled them a little
as they went in. Soon, Carol was feeling stretched and became concerned that
she couldn't take much more. She knew the shape of a foot, and couldn't imagine
taking one. It would have been just one more humiliation if she weren't feeling
so completely possessed. Miss Karen still held her gaze, a twinkle in her eye.
"Would it be feasible for you to write, explaining that you had decided to take
a little vacation trip to, say, Cancun?", Karen suggested, not finishing with
the part about never returning from the pretend trip. She could see the slut's
brow begin to furrow as her cunt tightened around Karen's foot. Karen was wet
and her nipples were hard. It was a pleasant and interesting experience to have
such a pretty slut riding one's foot.
"Mmmmmmmm. Yes, Miss Karen." Carol answered distractedly.
"Good. That's settled, then! What about little sister...what's her name
again?", Karen asked innocently.
"MMMegan, Mmmmissss Karen."
"Yes, Megan. What of her? What to do about her?"
Carol was gently bouncing up and down over Miss Karen's foot, feeling her cunt
stretching wider on each downstroke. Her inner thighs burned as they were all
that was controlling her movements. She wished she could support herself with
her arms, but holding them up as Miss Karen required prevented it. "She won't
care, Miss Karen."
"But she's in the area, slut. Do you want her coming back to discover what
you've become in just a few days?"
Carol had been curious about where Megan was and why she hadn't come back yet.
But, the little cunt had a mind of her own and wasn't above trying to make Carol
and their mom worry. She had assumed everything was okay. Besides, she didn't
want her coming back because of...what was going on. With a wince, Carol felt
herself stretching over the widest part of Miss Karen's foot. She didn't want
to pull back over it, so adjusted her knees a bit wider and continued to work
down on the foot. She kept looking into Miss Karen's eyes, but everything was a
blur as she lost her focus and her cunt became the center of her attention. She
almost forgot to answer. "Nnnnnnnoooo, Miss Karen."
"Do you care what happens to her, slut?"
"NNNnnnnot really, Mmmmisss Karen.", Carol panted.
"Alrighty then. I'll take care of removing Megan as an issue. As for everyone
else; neighbors, friends, and colleagues...when the appropriate time comes
you'll simply tell them you're going on vacation."
"YessssMisssssKaren." Carol was easing down further now, feeling so full and
stretched, and so very, very horny. She felt as though Miss Karen had a hold on
her soul the way she was making her continue to keep eye contact.
"I wonder if you have any little black babies growing inside you, slut?"
"Nnnnnnnnnnoo, Miss Karen.", Carol moaned. She was riding the foot up and down,
up and down at a quick pace. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
She desperately wanted to see what it looked like...to see how much of Miss
Karen's foot was wet...to know how much was inside her.
"I have a lot of plans for you, slut. Are you going to live up to my
expectations?"
"Oh! Yes Miss Karen!", Carol exclaimed, feeling herself inching ever closer to
an orgasm. Suddenly, with a loud, wet, sucking sound, she felt Miss Karen's
foot slip out of her distended pussy. Carol gasped. First there was the quick,
sharp pain, then the realization that, in her emptiness, she was not to be
granted the pleasure of an orgasm. Miss Karen was looking at her foot in
disgust.
"Ewww. Clean it off, slut!", Karen ordered. She made sure she smeared as much
of the slut's cunt juices over her face as she struggled to lick and suck
Karen's foot clean. When the task was finally completed, she ordered the slut
onto the floor to compose her goodbye letter to her mother. Ordering her to
remain still or suffer severe consequences, Karen prepped the three syringes and
injected their contents into the slut's ass without further comment. Then, even
as the slut wrote, Karen bent down and attached a pair of butterfly clamps about
midway on each of the slut's long nipples. She wanted her tender there for
tomorrow, and leaving the clamps in place overnight was the way to do it.
Within minutes, Carol was secured in her cage with the white, static noise of
the TV playing away across the garage. She wondered what her reward was, and if
she had gotten it. She dreaded tomorrow and longed for it at the same time.
She knew Ralph was coming, and he was going to fuck her one more time.
