Krystal's Collar was inspires by a literotica story titled “Brenda Becomes a Stripper” The usual

disclaimers apply, this story contains explicit adult sexual content. If you are under 18 or this

type of story is illegal in your jurisdiction stop no and go to the children channel or

Disneyland. This is a fictional account of what some people have done with their lives

because it appeals to their warped minds or inquiring minds depending on you position. Any

connection with people living or dead or places and things is purely coincidental. The story

and Blue Dolphin club are figments of my imagination and other than a few things in the

submissive are where the author had some experience as a dominant and did attend a

Christmas Party and other parties at places like and including Pandora's Box and the Hellfire

Club in New York and BDSM parties in NJ at various hotels and clubs as well as some in

Massachusetts that were eventually closed. Admittedly with some satisfaction since the Dom

running it stole the sub who was movng to Boston from Colorado from me. Admittedly it was

no contest he was 20 years younger and I was able to replace her easily. Sorry about the

last few paragraphs that could use more developing. Other things required my time.

Story codes, M/f, F/f, gang band, anal, oral, mild BDSM, consensual. reluctant.

humiliation, piercing, body modifications, MC & tattoo probably missed a few points

but that spells it out pretty well.

Synopsis

Sidney is a 19 year old almost virgin from a repressed home life uptight about sex who is a

sophomore at a small college operated by a religious order who is encouraged by her more

experienced bisexual roommate to become a stripper and or get involved in BDSM and or

become a stripper when she is faced with increases in college costs she has no other way to

pay. She starts out innocent and then slowly slides down a slippery slope to become a

submissive stripper who can have no modesty of which she is convinced to strip anywhere

and not just the club. She becomes the property of a biker who owns part of the strip club

and convinces her to sign what amounts to a contract of indenture with irrevocable unlimited

power of attorney part of the contract. The contract is for Sydney;s labor at anything legal

involving stripping or sex work. The contract can be sold and in effect Sydney is sold its

legal per the lawyer she contacts after signing it. When her owner and master discovers

Sydneys roommate is involved in BDSM he finds a willing helper and turns Sydney over to

what becomes her BDSM Mistress to train her to ne a better submissive. Sydney ends up

being sold to a Pacific Rim Asian Master. Its no all bad because when Sydney is no longer

viable as a sex slave she will be able to reitre on the bank account set up as part of the

contract the runs max 20 years. The sex is not crude and the BDSM mild. It starts slow to

build a solid background tomake the story believeable. Its mostly a mild romantic story with

lots of humiliation for Sydney who ends up a true submissive Emjoy

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KRYSTAL'S KOLLAR

By Odile Renoir

Chapter 1- Sydney The deliciously resinous fragrance wafting up from the blue

spruce groves dotting the banks below the overlook was a good background for the

huge blood red ball lying neatly on the horizon. The majestic beauty of nature

clashed discordantly with the nerve-wracking reality twisting inside the beautiful young

girl, who in frustration had pulled over to this scenic overlook because she couldn't

drive and concentrate on her problems hoping the pleasant setting would provide a

calming background.

Sydney had been sitting numbly in her old beater of a car contemplating the problem

of how to pay the increased cost of college scheduled to go into effect the beginning

of next semester, only a few weeks away. Her life as she knew it would be over

unless she could find a way to pay the increases. Her parents had been solicitous but

all they could offer was a suggestion she take a sabbatical, get a real job and save

money for a year so she could go back and continue. In desperation she had decided

could rob Peter to pay Paul for a short time perhaps a month by running all her

accounts 30 days late while she found a job but on the 31st day, the house of cards

would come falling down. Hopefully she could find some other option that becoming a

stripper to find money to pay the penalties, interest and increased costs for the next

semester. But how. So far the only option of becoming a stripper wasn't acceptable.

The other option was to move back in with her parents and commute. To be back

under the stifling control of her parents, who were not about to let Sydney repeat the

mistake of her Senior Prom night, when she had been caught naked giving up her

virginity by the Sheriff, who took a dim view of such things, especially when they were

being performed in a stolen car. But that hadn't stopped the deputies from watching

and taking a few cell phone photos and AVI before making their presence known.

Robbie her date, whose tattooed, leather, biker booted, bad boy image exuded the

kind of danger that attracted Sydney and made her pussy juice, had told Sydney his

cousin lent him the Jaguar XJ6 luxury sedan when he picked her up with the other

couple now necking in the right hand front bucket seat; unaware of the naked girl

moaning in agony and ecstasy with her back to them. As Robbie held on to her erect

swollen nipples, Sydney was leaning back lost in the feeling of being so naughty;

letting her weight try to pull the tender nubs from between the fingers pinching,

twisting and pulling on them as she approached orgasm for the first time ever.

Sandrine Le Tourneau, Sandi, to her friends; Sydney's roommate, had suggested she

look into the rumor coeds working as strippers earned $400-$500 a week.

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Sydney was quite a looker; 5”4”, 118 lbs, whose 35 B+ cup breasts with large cone

shaped, puffy, aureole were topped by dusky pink nipples that when erect were 1”

long and 1/2” in diameter presented on top of puffy cone shaped pink aureole giving

them the appearance dusky sapphire nose cones ready to be launched from the high

firm cones of her somewhat conical breasts that were perfectly matched and sat high

on her chest with without flapping like most womens breasts, if she were to run

naked: They would merely wobble and jiggle a bit. Needless to say no bra was

necessary to support them. Sydney, while a red head, had that alabaster white skin

and sharply defined, sapphire lips, nipples, aureole and inner labia of those Nordic

blonds that tanned so nicely despite their fair skin.

The green eyed, auburn haired, beauty's breasts looked larger because of the contrast

with her 20” wasp waist that flared into a high, firm 37” bubble butt topping a pair of

very long shapely legs and long narrow feet. Her cone shaped aureole and long thick

nipples looked like small breasts on top of her conical breasts and added to her

eroticism. When she went without a bra it made her wonder how she would be

perceived as she stripped on a stage and and danced naked. She would also fantasize

how her breasts and long thick nipples would look to her Master, as she danced naked

in his harem, but that was only in her fantasies. Sydney would be too embarrassed

and humiliated to ever strip naked in front of anyone; never mind an audience in

some seedy titty bar as suggested by Sandi. This was of course the unacceptable

option left if she didn't move back with her parents.

Sydney had a natural rhythm and danced well but she was realistic enough to know

that she had no idea of how to dance erotically. She knew she would appear stilted

and contrived without training or practice. Perhaps horny men would be fascinated by

her inexperienced naiveté at least at first? Of course there was that pole dancing

video lesson she downloaded from the cloud. Oh well she mused and let the

unfinished thought ride. Due to many years of ballet training, cut short by stress

fractures, her muscles developed into the long sinuous type rather than the bulky type

developed from Gym machines and weight workouts to get in shape.

The combination of natural rhythm with her sinuous well toned 19 year old body was

devastating when she danced by herself or with a girl friend, infrequently clubbing,

was breathtaking. Sydney was, to put it mildly, walking wet dream. Given her natural

attributes, Sandi had suggested Sydney consider looking into the rumor coeds were

earning $400-$500 week as strippers. There was no proof the rumors were true and

no one could name a club, But if the rumor was even close to the truth. Well...Sandi

suggested stripping might be the perfect solution for her roommate arguing that it

didn't require a lot of time and paid big bucks and Sydney had the right qualifications.

Of course she recommended stripping to get Sydney into an erotic environment where

she could perhaps make a video tape to blackmail her with so she could get sexual

control over her mouthwatering roommate.

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But then Sandi would suggest anything salacious she could trick Sydney's into doing

that was sexual. Sandrine was bisexual and kinky with a secret crush on Sydney who

seemed oblivious. Ever since they became roommates Sandi had been pushing

Sydney into sexually adventurous situations. Her sudden need for money was a

godsend to Sandi who thought if she could talk Sydney into stripping naked in a video

or stills they could be used to blackmail Sydney into a relationship; maybe even turn

her into a submissive sex toy. Sandi's mouth was watering as she thought of all the

possibilities.

The idea of stripping herself naked in public if you can call a room full of screaming

hormonal males in a strip club, 'public' made Sydney want to puke as the image of a

beery smelling, smoky, strip club, out of some mob movie flashed in her memory. The

only people who had seen her naked body were Robbie, the bad boy guy she went to

her senior prom with; the two policeman who had knocked on the window as she was

bouncing nakedly up and down on Robbie's cock and everyone in the station who had

a chance to look at the video the next day.

Her father had used his influence and friendship with the Sheriff in the small town to

suppress the tape and drop the charges against his daughter. Her father had played

the video, apperently more than once, before telling her mother he would destroy it.

The repercussions against Sydney at home had been so severe: Her sex life had been

non-existent ever since; including since the start of college but that was more out of

habit and necessity.

Every time she recalled her prom night adventure of being displayed naked for the

police and how wet she got when masturbating to the memory; she wondered if it

was the idea of displaying herself naked fucking someone or the act of showing her

naked body that was so kinky. Maybe she just liked being naked. It was true at home

if no one was around she never wore underwear, sunbathed by the pool naked when

her parents were out and hung around in tiny bikini when her parents had a pool

party. Her pussy got wet when she noticed older married men looking over her near

naked body at her parents pool parties. Whatever it was, her pussy became

unbelievably wet as she recalled the experience. How could her body betray her, she

knew good girl's pussies weren't supposed to determine what they were or did.

Sydney knew her mind, her educated mind should be deciding how her body behaved

not the other way around. Because of her unusually large nipples and aureole,

Sydney usually wore bulky clothes and heavy bra's to conceal their shape which were

made even more obvious by concealment of the taut round solid globes, pushing them

out with little or no give. The firm B+ cup breasts were the product of ballet lessons

that also caused her legs and arms to develop innately graceful sinuous long fiber

muscles the constant up and down movements caused her buttocks too develop a

hard bubble butt.

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Every time Sandi saw her roommate moving about scantily clad the words walking wet

dream popped into her mind automatically. Sydney's toned torso was slim and hard

looking except for a small sexy little layer of belly fat sitting on top of her hard

muscled abdomen emphasized by the deep pit of her belly button, that was well

displayed when wearing a tight tank top. The thin bulge with a concavity around the

deep button depression gave her a sexy little belly; especially with the two 1-1/2”

cones of her nipples and aureoles on top of firm conical breasts trying to poke holes

in the thin material of the crop top.

Her toned wasp waisted body created an almost obscene contrast between her

smallish firm breasts even inside a bra. Consequently, Sydney did her best to wear

clothes that wouldn't call attention to her nipples in public. When in school and one

weekends she secretly got a thrill out the stares her breasts/nipples drew when

parading around the mall in a tank top over a lacy bra and a pair of tight cut offs over

a lace thong on weekends.

Chapter 2 Suppressed Desires

Sydney was constantly imagining every male was staring at her nipples even on days

when she wore concealing clothing. Given her repressed exhibitionist tendencies,

Sydney was initially tempted to jump at Sandi's advice to become a stripper especially

when Sandi offered to help ,her do so but Sandi had been too eager causing Sydney

to hesitate. Though she couldn't understand what caused her immediate unhesitating

interest in becoming a stripper other than financial need; she normally would have

jumped at the idea of an extra $400 a week for a few nights work if you call prancing

around a stage naked work she hadn't because of the stigma attached to being a

stripper. No decent girl would strip naked in public for the pleasure of men. Only

prostitutes and slutty air head bimbos did stuff like that. Her parents would die if they

ever found out. But she couldn't help but wonder why her pussy got so wet thinking

about it. Every time she thought about becoming a stripper the smooth shaved outer

labia slipped wetly over each other when she crossed and uncrossed her legs or

walked slowly about; driving her crazy with lust, shame and humiliation that her body

would betray her so brazenly.

As a stripper she could acquire a reputation that would affect future employment and

relationships. How could anyone who found out later not think she wasn't a slutty air

headed bimbo?. While she was an adult and it was a legal activity; the private

religious school administration wasn't going to be very happy. There was a chance

she would be kicked out. What good would it do to take a job as a stripper to pay the

increased tuition, if it got her kicked out of school? It wasn't the embarrassment of

being seen naked that bothered Sydney as much as what people she knew would

think of her. It was more a modesty issue.

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Yet there was that nagging pride in her sexy body that made her want to show it off.

As the negatives built up something inside, Sydney began to rebel at the idea of

having to conform to someone else's ideas of how she should behave. She hated

being controlled by what others thought. If she wanted to strip naked it was no ones

business but hers and to be honest, the idea of being naked in public was making her

pussy wetter and wetter, yet there was the niggling fear of what would happen if

anyone found out. Her sense of modesty was a product of her childhood training from

her mother who got undressed at night in the bathroom and was constantly telling

Sydney to keep her knees together, pull her skirt down at the slightest indication it

was rising and not walk around the house without a bathrobe on even on a hot

summer day in her nighty wearing the panties of the baby doll outfit.

Modesty had been driven into her mind as if it were the design on a sword blade

hammered by a blacksmith. If her mother had her way there would be fig leafs

painted on the portraits and statues in the museum. Her immodest behavior with

Robbie had been a measure of her rebellion and far more important to her mother

than Sydney's loss of virginity or having unprotected sex. She recalled how petrified

her mother was when one of the neighbor's dogs ran up to Sydney when she first

began to menstruate and began humping her leg as dogs are sometimes wont to do.

As she got older and she had opportunity see a dogs shiny wet cock sticking out of

the hairy sheath, she had wondered, what it would taste like? What would it feel like

to be fucked by a dog? One day, the idea of being mounted by the neighbors great

Dane, naked on her hands and knees flashed in her mind followed by the memory of

her prom night and she had burst out in a full body blush at the possibility. It had

never been a masturbatory fantasy but the idea was always there. Sydney supposed

the reason her pussy got wet thinking about stripping was because strippers had no

modesty. How could they?

Omigod, did her sopping wet pussy mean she was a slut? Worse yet did it mean

being naked in public turned her on? What if she became a stripper and found out

she liked it? What would happen to college, what would her parents say. What would

a husband say if she ever got married and he found out. Sydney was having more

stress over the solution than the problem and thought how silly that was. There had

to be a way she could overcome the innate sense of modesty she was bound in. She

recalled a story she had read at an on line sex story site about a beautiful woman who

allowed all her modesty to be stripped away, allowed herself to have her pussy pieced

and locked to a hasp in the floor of her condo where she was locked naked with her

door open so strangers could come in and fuck her in the ass because her pussy was

locked shut. She shuddered uncontrollably for 10 minute as part of that story ran

through her memory. Siddney recalled having to stop reading it and never did find out

what happened to Carol, Ross' wife when Brad was done using her. The idea of being

used as opposed to having sex or making love chilled her spine and she felt herself nip

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out.

Chapter 3 Options/Decision s

Sydney finally decided that maybe she should find out what it was like to remove the

doubt about being naked in public that was making her pussy wet? Her resolve to

flaunt convention was encouraging her desire to rebel. But still, Sydney couldn't

imagine how she could hold up her head if her peers at school learned she was

stripping naked in a seedy club. What if other students saw her stripping or even

learned of it? What if her parents found out? How could she deal with the fall out.

Technically she was an adult and even though totally nude stripping was legal in this

state she wondered if the school could kick her out, If everything was consensual

how could she be expelled for taking a perfectly legal part time job. Her parents

might disown her if they found out but if they didn't like it they could provide the

additional money, that would shut them up

On the other hand it was a religious college and not public and the idea that maybe

they could expel her was frightening. It would be so hard to keep something like this

from becoming public even if it was part time. Certainly it was better no one find out.

The idea that maybe it wasn't something that was part time or that her idea of

modesty would change hadn't arrived yet. With cell phone camera's it would be easy

for some disgruntled girlfriend or boyfriend to take a photo of her in the club dancing

naked and post it on the net. But that was beyond her control. She could lie and

claim a body double look alike did it.

Sydney thought of the non event photos of Vanna White caused when released from

her posing for Playboy when she needed money for school flashed in her mind. Public

attitudes about a few revealing photos had certainly softened but she would be

stripping bare ass naked in a public place not posing in a protected studio. She would

have to chance it. That is if she could even go through with showing off her huge

aureole and nipples, and shaven labia as she split her legs doing an obscene pole or

floor dance move like in the movies but the stars wore panties in the movies, which

was something Sydney doubted would be allowed in the strip club.

Then there was the issue of supply and demand; judging by Internet sites for nude

models, there didn't seem to be any shortage of good looking young girls willing to

strip naked. Why was she wasting time beating herself to death thinking about

problems that might never happen. She might not even get hired. Sure she had a

sexy body and had shown some skill dancing but never naked to excite a male

audience in public. No doubt the club would hire girls they thought would be the most

shameless sluts before they would hire someone like Sydney. That Sydney might not

be able to act slutty enough to get hired quickly replaced her concerns about the

stigma of being a stripper in the confused young girl's mind?

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What if there was an audition or contest; no doubt, girls willing to expose themselves

in the most demeaning manner would win. The girls most used to being slutty and

displaying themselves and those who practiced being slutty would win. Would or

could she ever find the courage to practice displaying herself. Her face actually

blushed as she thought about the ignominy of being turned down for a strippers job?

The agonizing she was going through was beginning to wear Sydney down. Fuck it

she thought, “I have to know if I have what it takes to get hired as a stripper.”

The irony of a modest little girl from a small plains town who used to teach Sunday

School asking such a question was not lost on Sydney. But it wasn't like she had a

choice. If there were she wouldn't be doing this. Throwing up her hands figuratively

in a frustration of self recrimination, the physical reality of her current location on a

scenic pull over became to overcome everything else. Despite the glum look on, her

face, Sydney couldn’t help but smile inwardly as the fragrant smells and beauty of the

overlook began to take over he senses. The natural beauty certainly eased her mind

as intended when she had pulled over. The pretty 5-4, 118 lb creamy skinned auburn

haired college student felt better and was glad she had pulled over in such a beautiful

spot while she grappled with the ramifications of becoming a stripper to solve her

financial problems. Sydney was in the first semester of her sophomore year at one of

the smaller colleges of relatively high quality run by strict religious orders that dot the

Northeast. She had never been particularly religious but had more or less followed

the ethics and morals expressed by the Jesuit and Lay Professors that were the fabric

of the school and had serious modesty issues about her body. Her face would burn in

embarrassment if she saw anyone staring at her large nipples especially when

remembering the thrill of being discovered totally naked fucking herself on Robbie's

cock in a modified type of lap dance which always caused a wetness in her pussy

every time she recalled the event, which was almost daily.

Having been brought up in a strict, repressive environment. Sydney was quite naive

with regard to worldly things. She had no idea how to manage a sexual relationship

or even control her own feelings because her parents had not provided guidance other

than to make her feel guilty and dirty. The guys who made a go at dating her since

entering college, quickly realized what a dud she was as a date and her reputation

solidified. It wasn't only just guys that realized how hopelessly naïve she was. When

talking to girls some of the things she said reminded them of a young girl who thought

the stork delivered babies. Losing her virginity in high school was her only

sexualexperience other than a few timid kisses before college. Her cupboard of adult

sexual experiences was barren. A strong current of unsatisfied sexual desire was

hidden under that vanilla wrapped exterior just waiting to be slip out. Between her

lack of sexual experience, and current need to explore a sexually charged and

adventurous excursion into the dangers of becoming a stripper in a state that allowed

total nudity was a dangerous combination.

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Since Sydney had no idea how to manage an adult relationship especially one with a

sexually experienced dominant male she could end becoming up something she

wouldn't normally chose to be. If that happened, she might end up in a position more

serious than she could imagine. Like most young women Sydney had a litany of sexual

fantasies she used when masturbating that consisted mostly of princess; being

scooped up by a handsome young sheik on a white horse wearing a flowing white dish

dash as he scared off the bandits that had tried to raid the caravan she was traveling

with. She had even fantasized dancing naked for an owner or master as a harem

slave, even though she had no idea except for romance books what being a harem

slave was all about. She wondered if dancing and stripping naked for an audience in

public would be the same as dancing naked for her owner and master. Sydney had

experimented with heavy petting in her senior year and had her share of boyfriends

and crushes in high school but since starting college hadn’t had a real date other than

to go out dancing with her roommate Sandrine.

Chapter 4 Sandrine

Like most French Canadian girls Sandrine had a more liberal view of sex and nudity

than every other girl at St. Ignatius. Sandi was a party girl whose parents were able

to provide her with a college education that included lots of social activities and a

generous allowance to do whatever she wanted. Ever since they became roommates

Sandi was always trying to talk Sydney into going out clubbing with her and her girl

friends and having fun hoping for the opportunity to take advantage of her sexually

naïve roommate. Sydney was unaware that Sandi was bisexual and had a crush on

her. Or that Sandi wanted to turn Sydney into her submissive sex slave. When it

became necessary for Sydney to find another source of funds and she had the

opportunity to suggest to Sydney the idea she could get her to be a stripper. Sandi

had been thrilled. Stripping would strip away more than clothes; it would loosen

Sydney's uptight modesty level open her to other sexual activities. Sydney's

submissive nature and sexual naiveté was quite apparent as well her suppressed

sexuality. Sandi wanted to take advantage of any opportunity to insert herself into

Sydney's sex life but had wisely not pushed hard. She had inserted the idea and knew

Sydney would end up struggling with it. If she did decide to go ahead there might be

an opportunity to help her learn to strip, loan her money for costumes and have input

as well as video tape of the silly little slut stripping to use for blackmail. Sandi

frequently told Sydney she spent too much time studying and needed to loosen up

and get a life. Now as Sydney sat here in her old beater on the scenic overlook trying

to decide if she should take Sandi's advice to become a stripper she found her pussy

was damp very damp. Sydney had pulled over because she found it impossible to

drive and think over Sandi's suggestions she become a stripper.

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Every time the idea of stripping entered her mind, it threw her body into sexual

turmoil and she would forget where she was almost going off the road. Sydney felt

so naughty recalling herself kneeling naked with her thighs spread on either side of

Robbie's hips; her back to the couple in the front seat as she knelt and sat down

sliding his cock into her very wet pussy. The sharp pain of his hard cock bursting her

hymen had brought a gasp from a lust dazed Sydney as her bare buttocks contacted

the leather seat cushion. Robbie had remained fully clothed except that his jeans and

underwear were pushed down past his knees as Sydney wildly bounced up and down

on his cock.

Sydney had been so turned on by the idea of being totally naked in a car full of

clothed people that she found her pussy juicing like a faucet at the memory she had

no way to protect herself. If discovered in this lovers lane there was no chance of her

covering up. Robbie was holding erect nipples as she leaned back letting her long hair

and arms dangling with abandon as she humped her cunt on his cock :His tight grip

on the swollen buds hurt but was all that stopped her from falling off his lap. Sydney

had been surprised that the pain in her nipples sent her into the most intense orgasm

ever, as she flexed her hips up and down on his rock hard teenage cock jerking her

body against his hips as his fingers tightly squeezed her nipples. She still couldn’t be

sure if it had been the pain in her nipples and pussy or the sudden discovery of being

revealed in the bright glare of two 8 cell flash lights just as she approached the height

of her arousal.

The orgasm had burst on her like hot lava flowing over her body when the two cops

rapped on the window and superfluously asked, “Whats going on here?” that orgasm

was not only her first it was her only one so far and she longed to feel that heat

flushing through her body. The blood had suffused itself in the skin of her body

causing a complete body blush. She had seen the red color flowing down from her

cheeks to her nipples in the video as if someone had dropped a bucket of red paint on

her head. The startled by the lights Robbie had let go her nipples and pushed the

naked girl off him spurting semen all over her as she lay on her back half on the seat

and floor, arms and legs akimbo in utter humiliation and embarrassment as the cops

continued to rap on the window; All the time keeping their flashlights on her gaping

pink pussy with its glistening pink lips covered with spurts of semen as her hips

continued to hump. Needless to say her father's friend on the police force had passed

on a copy of the report that included the AVI and cell phone photos of her naked on

her back, legs spread frog like, so the pink of her glistening pussy hole was clear.

As her father read the report he found himself getting hard at cop's graphic account of

how his naked daughter humped herself on her boyfriends cock as he pinched and

pulled her swollen nipples before reaching the orgasm in the video. He had played the

video several times before showing his wife who had freaked out and demanded he

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destroy it which he told her he would. Her parents had been more than furious and of

course forbidden her to see Robbie or any of his friends again, which was easy as the

others including Robbie were convicted and put in Juvenile Detention. Due to her

father's connections Sydney had been let go with a serious warning that if she was

ever caught like that again there would be a reinstatement of the charges. Sydney

had been scared shitless to say the least but that hadn't stopped her masturbating

later at the idea of being watched nakedly fucking herself on a clothed boys lap. The

fantasy had been used for the rest of the senior year and on into college. She hadn't

dared to do more than kiss a boy since then never mind letting one see her naked.

She was so modest she refused to take off her underwear for the college nurse when

she developed a rash on her thigh.

When her father's company downsized and money became tight, her dreams of

attending one of the Ivy League schools vanished. She was more or less forced to

accept the offer to attend the small Jesuit college that had only just gone coed. Only

with a part time job for herself and her mother could she get by as it was. The

problem with such jobs was they were all minimum wage and by definition labor

intensive in relation to the amount of money generated. Even if she had the spare

cash to go clubbing with her girlfriends to pick up guys there wasn’t enough time.

Sydney needed to put in more hours than the average student and work hard to

maintain the 3.5 GPA she needed to get into graduate school and her part time job

took all her available time.

Sydney didn't have time to go on dates or go out clubbing with Sandi and her many

girl friends drawn to her because she picked up the tabs using her generous allowance

that was twice what Sydney's minimum wage job paid. Other than Robbie Sydney

had been celibate due to her parents strict monitoring. It seemed to Sydney there

had to be more to life than study, class, and working in the cafeteria scraping trays

into the garbage, washing them and putting them away and then starting all over

again but she dared not take any more time away from her studies if she wanted to

achieve her education and career goals.

On those rare occasions when she was at a free function and didn’t have a date she

danced with girl friends and enjoyed it. Guys watching her would drool at the sinuous

ways her tight body with its firm bubble butt moved sexily as she let the throbbing

beat of the music take control. While she attracted a lot of guys, she didn’t have

anything remotely like a steady boyfriend. It wasn’t she lacked the money to go

clubbing, it was just guys she attracted were unexciting. Her looks, dress, and

studious attitude came off as 'wholesome' rather than sexy and had remained that

way since starting college as an Art History Major. Like her social life her ultimate

educational goals still were a bit vague.

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Sydney would have liked to work in the field of archeology for a Museum or University,

as an expert in ancient and prehistoric art or perhaps even work as an appraiser at an

auction house like Christi’s or an Art Gallery but that would require an advanced

degrees. Even with advanced degrees and a perfect GPA the most favorable way to

break into these job was through contacts that could get her accepted in an

internship. Minimum wage jobs were not a place or good way to make such contacts.

Because of her parent's financial situation she was trapped in a catch 22; she lacked

not only the funds to continue her education past next semester she lacked the time

for a social life that could allow her to make the contacts that might aid her in getting

the internships she would need. She knew her parents wouldn’t be able to pay the

new charges and there was no way she could spend more hours working at her

current or another minimum wage job and still be able to maintain her 3.5+GPA,

never mind find the time and money for a social life.

Her parents while sympathetic could only suggest she take a sabbatical, study on her

own and find a full time job for a year to save enough for a cushion to get through a

full year. Commuting was out of the question, not just because of the cost; with gas

pushing $4.00 a gallon. There was no public transpiration that would allow her to

study while in transit. Loans were out of the question as the jobs she was likely get

didn’t pay enough initially to merit the huge loan she would need to pay off the

multiple degrees, BS, MFA and PhD,in one field at a minimum that she would need to

get more than a low level position to earning enough to payback the loans leaving her

with another catch 22. Eventually if she were good at her profession and caught a few

breaks, the financial return would more than be able to pay off the huge student loans

needed for all the degrees, but she dared not count on getting a “few breaks”; the

only breaks she had gotten so far were back breakers so to speak.

Chapter 5 - On Becoming a Stripper

Before she left for her grandmothers 100th birthday at home, her roommate Sandi

had reminded her that as a stripper she could earn enough to pay the increases.

though Sydney couldn't imagine stripping naked in public, she had to admit the idea

turned her on.The excitement in Sandi's voice came sliding insipidly back into Sydney's

consciousness. Sydney knew she had a nice body, danced well and recalled how

excited she had gotten when the cops shined their lights on her naked body on prom

night. She hadn't decided if she should be concerned that nude photos might end up

on the Internet and come back to haunt her years later. Her roommate Sandi came

from Montreal where there were strip bars in malls next to grocery stores, kiddy day

care places, churches and tanning salons. The girls were almost always naked when

waiting on table and the culture accepted nudity and sex as a normal human bodily

function.

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The fact coeds were stripping for $$$ hadn’t seemed unusual to Sandi who was more

interested in finding out if the coeds were girls she might personally know. Sandi had

seen it as a financial opportunity for Sydney and a possible way to get Sydney to

become more sexually adventurous. Sydney had no idea a girl could earn $3000 a

week taking off her clothes for a couple of hours a night but that was not going to

happen here. Nor did she have any idea where or which strip club or clubs were

involved or how to get hired. Nor had she given any thought to the idea that there

might be hidden strings attached or dangers involved.

When Sandi had finally run down and stopped talking about herself and who the

coeds could be, she had offered a couple of suggestions for Sydney about places to

check out that had proved fruitful. She had gone on line and watched a free stripper

video and gotten some pointers on pole dancing. The big problem for Sydney was

“what would happen if her parents discovered she was a stripper?” and “What would

happen if it came out at a future employment opportunity that she had stripped naked

in school and finally “what would the good brothers at St. Ignatius say and do?”

There was also the issue of possibly being marked as a slut and never being able to

shake the reputation. Sandi had offered to fund some clubbing with Sydney to find out

what clubs had coeds stripping. Sydney hadn't jumped at the chance as she recalled

the last time Sandi had offered to take her along on one of her investigative jaunts

into into the world of BDSM last Christmas. That trip had scared the crap out of

Sydney. But if it was possible Sandi had information that would help her out of her

financial dilemma. Sydney was now willing to take a shot at accepting Sandi's help.

Sydney thought that if she could find a club far enough away from school where she

wouldn't be discovered it might be OK. If she could earn the kind of money the coeds

were rumored to make and keep it a secret from her classmates and family it sounded

like stripping could actually solve her problems. It just wasn’t something she felt

comfortable considering the idea. The suggestions of displaying her naked body

struck a cord and the more she thought about it the wetter her pantie became. There

were a lot of things to consider as Sydney recalled the BDSM party Sandi had taken

her too last Christmas holiday.

Sydney's wholesome Scandinavian good looks included waist length auburn hair,

alabaster white skin with a somewhat rectangular high forehead, bright turquoise eyes

emphasized by high cheek bones that faded smoothly into a softly rounded jaw

supporting a generous mouth with a full sapphire pink pouting lower lip and a cute but

thinner bow like upper lip that she had a habit of flicking with tip of her pink tongue in

a way that gave a lot of false signals to the kind of guys that turned her on.

While not overly endowed her 35” B+ cup breasts were high on her chest,

symmetrical, solid, globular shaped with pouty cone shaped aureole.

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Her thick nipples stuck out so hard that when erect they were the length of the first

joint of her index finger and so hard they were painful when rubbing inside the stiff

formed cups of her bra, Her thin tight body made her muscular butt and her B+

breasts look even better and bigger. With legs longer than usual for her height that

ended in a firm rounded butt conditioned by years of abandoned ballet lessons she

was a wet dream. The ballet discipline hadn’t been wasted since her taut firm body

combined with a flexibility that served her well when she danced in clubs. After her

experience in high school with Robbie she continued to be attracted to the bad boy

kind of guys; luckily for her there weren't many in St Ignatius. Subconsciously Sydney

realized what turned her on sexually was the inherent danger that went with the bad

boy image projected by guys like the tattooed drummer in a local rock band that

played some frat function she attended with Sandi and her girlfriends, her rat pack.

It was unlikely Sydney was going to find a boyfriend attending her college with the

bad boy look of danger that appealed to her. The stress of seeing her future flushing

down the toilet in front of her eyes had Sydney ready to consider anything even

Sandi's suggestion. Truth be told the idea of stripping naked kind of turned her on.

Not enough to make her rush to do it but the idea didn't seem quite so absurd now.

Sydney had done a little research and found it was really possible for strippers to earn

the kind of money Sandi mentioned. The only questions that remained in her mind

were related to her ability to actually perform or get hired as a stripper. Sydney knew

she was attractive and knew some of the dance moves from movies but she had no

experience. Unless she could find someone to help her learn she would have to rely

on her naturally sexy body and moves and she feared that might not be enough. She

wondered if she would freeze when it came to stripping in front of a room full of

clothed men. What if she got on the stage under the light and couldn't take her

clothes off?

Chapter 6 Stroll on the Wild Side

Like all young women she had her fantasies and like most fantasies they ran from

being forcibly taken, sexually used and even mild bondage or being a slave girl in a

harem dancing for her Owner and Master. But that didn't mean any of she really

wanted to raped or sexually enslaved. Sydney had some BDSM exposure that

continued to stay in the forefront of her mind when she though of fantasy sex. Sandi

had talked her into attending a munch put on by a local BDSM group held at the food

court of a local mall in the middle of the day. Looking at them all sitting and talking to

each other in the food court, she would have thought they were just any average

church group stopping by after choir practice. Mingling with them had been too easy.

Everyone in the group knew Sydney was plain vanilla and just looking around. Of

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before and but hadn't gotten involved on a full time basis but she was considered a

player a Domme. She had just played a bit without commitment or involvement,

initially trying to sub and finding she preferred to be a Domme. After the munch

Sandi had taken Sydney to a local BDSM couples party where Sydney had seen some

of the nipple, tongue, belly button, septum rings and even labia piercings and tattoos

some of the people who had had seemed so normal at the munch sported. She had

watched an older Dom, she later found he was in his 60's even though he looked 45

and had a 32 year younger submissive wife, flogging a 30'ish Asian woman who had

her wriste and ankle cuffs locked to uprights on each side, in front of a one way mirror

so that spectators in the next room could sit on couches and watch. The harfer he hit

her the more she begged to be beaten. Her naked body was hairless below here chin

and covered in a sheen of sweat. Periodically he would stop whisper in her ear as he

handled and carresed every part of naked body especially the welts he had raised on

her breasts, cunt and asss as she scream please beat you disobedient pet Master.

Later Sydney saw him helping train a wannabe Dom who was a retired school teacher

how to flog his naked school teacher sub/wife without serious injury to her kidneys

and other vital parts. Sydney had been surprised to find that safety of the

submissives was a very important issue and that this aspect was the reason many girls

were willing to take a shot at playing submissive parts. They knew they could trust

people from the group not to really hurt them and could actually come as close as

they wished to being real sex slaves. They kew if they were with one of the known

Doms they would be safe and protected from anyone. Some of the women had worn

what appeared at first to be chokers and faux dog collars like the ones worn by the

Abby character on NCIS that Sydney thought kind of edgy. The party included some

Master's leading naked slaves on leashes and having them suck cocks kneeling

leashed while others gave her tips on how to suck cock. There had been a little

spanking with ping pong paddles and horse crops but nothing serious though there

had been a septum piercing that installed a 2” diameter 10 gage ring in a septum

grommet on the female school teacher who was thankfully retired and wouldn't have

to explain the barnyard animal huge ring in her nose in school.

The crunching sound the piercing tool made as it pinched a hole in here septum

sounded dreadfully painful and the woman had screamed while big tears had run

down her cheeks like rivers while her master comforted his newly pierced slave and

wife as if she realy were a pet. Sydney couldn't believe how her body had arched and

tried to rub itself on him while the ring was soldered in place permanently as he

stroked her hair and body a murmured soothing words into her ears. Sydney had

learned she had been offered a local anesthetic but had refused because she wanted

to feel what it was really like to be owned, to be property, to be a pet animal for her

Master to use. Sydney had thought her a bit shy of a full pack of gum. She actually

wanted to be turned into a real slave and be used that way.

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She was still and attractive 46 year old woman. This wasn't her first piercing, she was

already wearing 1.5” 10 gage rings in her nipples and a large Master lock through her

inner labia that was heavy and swung between her legs. Sydney had wondered why

the woman was walking so funny at the munch and now she knew. Her Master had

also enlarged her asshole and she was wearing a huge plug in her ass

Later, Sandrine funded a trip to NYC to attend a BDSM Christmas Party a friend had

invited her to. It had been held at a rented professional dominatrix club that operated

during the day charging clients thousands of dollars per session but was available for

far less at night when they were closed for business. A small cover charge had been

sufficient for the 40-50 attendees to cover the cost. It was called Pandora's Box and

the double entendre's were intended The place had been a Disneyland of BDSM and

Sydney had tried some of the equipment with Sandy as her guide and make believe

Mistress Though she hadn’t let herself be permanently bound and flogged or cropped

she had watched displays of submissives doing just that.

For the party Sydney had dressed in a long heavy coat over a harem girl costume she

rented but everyone knew Sydney was vanilla by the Victoria Secret panties and bra

she wore also. Many tried to talk her into coming into a room to play but she declined

and they hadn’t pressed it. There were real life Doms with collared naked slaves

whose body's were tattooed, pierced and even branded in some cases. Most subs had

smooth bald pussy's and hairless bodies and wore locked on collars and cuffs in many

cases. Sydney sat and talked to many slaves and found them happy to be owned by a

Master for the most part and of course several of dominatrix' and dominants had hit

on Sydney softly because they could see she wasn't ready. She had reveled in the

attention and squirmed and displayed her body naked while Sandi flicked her bald

labia with a horse air switch that burned and irritated the skin a few time in a room

with a dozen or so people present where other slave girls were being flogged and

caned, hard enough to bleed which as scared her. These slaves had many piercings,

tattoos and some were branded in more than on place. Like most young women who

wanted to see what it was like, Sydney was completely fascinated but scared green.

Though nothing seemed especially brutal or forced in any way and many of the slave

girls were having orgasms despite or because of the fact they were being used as if

they were animals, property that could be bought and sold. She had been intrigued

enough to let one Dom cuff her to a table and use some kind of blue electric wand on

her naked body that crackled and tickled her clit, pussy and nipples in a way she

found exciting. The feeling of being helpless while someone stimulated her sensitive

sexual parts and had turned her on sexually enough that Sandi could see she was a

natural submissive under the right circumstance. But Sydney had been relieved when

the Dom let her go instantly when she asked. He couldn't have been nicer and had

even turned his back while she dressed until she told him not to be silly he had just

been looking at her naked body strapped to a board.

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It was silly not to look now. When he turned his back she had been felt a deep

unexplainable disappointment. Sydney felt she should have let him do more to her

since her pussy was soaking wet until he got polite but stopped juicing a fact that

puzzled her. She had certainly been intrigued by his suggestions of what she should

let him do to her. She supposed it was because she was told these people really did

the things she read about in the on line sex stories sites she occasionally visited and

most of the slave girls were real 24/7 slaves or serious role players.

Sydney found it very scary that girls much like herself found it sexually arousing to be

tied with arms and feet held out in an X in the middle of a forest of candles, being

beaten all over their naked bodies with a flogger that was so heavy when it struck the

young girl her body bounced off the cross with the force of each stroke caused by the

weight. A simple stroke was all it took no force was needed behind it. just the weight

of the many bladed flogger was enough.

Sydney had picked one up and been amazed at the weight as she felt the thick wide

straps of soft sueded deer hide slide over her fingers like water. The flogger

stimulated the skin so the girls body was sweaty and flushed red for hours and felt

warm to the touch which had made Sydney's belly twitch when she caressed the body

of a recently beaten slave girl for her Owner, he had said Owner not Master and when

Sydney meant to ask a look from Sandi warned her not to ask.

Sandi knew she wouldn't want to know that the girl was a white slave recently

purchased from a slaver who had kidnapped her and trained her. In another part of

the room there was a naked girl penned in a large heavy gage wire mesh doggy

transport cage. The heavy tow truck chain attached to her collar was pulled through

the mesh and locked to an eye bolt in the wall behind the cage with a huge Master

lock the size of an orange. Even if someone let her out she couldn’t leave the cage

unless her leash was unlocked by her Master or Owner.

It was only then that Sydney took note the collars cuffs, chains and locks on the slave

girls had been real and no one was paying attention to the objections of the slave girls

in those rare occasions where they dared make one. She had to admit the idea of

having a collar locked on her neck by a Master was kind of arousing but she didn't

think she wanted to be owned or anyone's real slave. Sydney's pussy had been wet to

her dismay as she thought about being owned by someone; being their sexual

property. She had even worn a choker like collar someone lent her for a while; it had

been locked with a real lock but she had been given the key which hung from her

wrist on a string tied there and no on had objected when she took the collar off and

went home a bit early after she started to feel a bit nervous at how wet her pussy was

getting. Worse yet, she was beginning to want someone to actually take and use her

as a slave girl. She was afraid that if they did she might like it too much and end up

someones slave girl.

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The next day the idea of being owned seemed ridiculous so she hadn't paid much

thought to the feelings being collared generated. Even though she had worn a rented

harem costume with a button-less vest and transparent baggy trousers she had

remained quite chaste wearing a Victoria Secret Bra and Panty set. She had refused

several offers to try various pieces of equipment that would have required her to be

naked and restrained if only symbolically with Velcro cuffs and collars. No one

objected to her watching real Dom's and Dominatrix “playing” with one or more of

their consensual slaves. Nor had anyone pressured her or done anything she didn’t

want to do. So she enjoyed the experience more than she thought she would. It had

seemed more like play than that the somewhat harsh reality that it was for some of

the 24/7 submissives. That party had certainly opened her eyes to the so called scene

and made her aware that by the standards of these people she was hopelessly vanilla

and quite naive when it came to sexual adventures.

After witnessing what went on at that party last year stripping naked in front of a

roomful of clothed strangers in a club who couldn’t touch her body unless she let them

seemed like a walk in the park. If the rumor of girls picking up $500 night was true

Sydney felt she could strip naked so long as no one could touch or abuse her against

her will. But somehow there was a niggling little doubt in the back of Sydney's mind.

It didn’t seem like things could be that easy without some kind of a catch, they never

were. And she had to get hired first which worried her quite a bit. What if she was

turned down for a stripper job?

There was also a nagging thought that there had to be a catch. Then there was the

problem of her parents finding out she was a stripper as well as the administrators at

school. Sydney realized she would have to pick a club far away from the college that

no one would ever go to. If so she might just get away with it. There was a fact that

bothered since the BDSM party.

Many of the women submissives at that Christmas party were highly paid and valued

professionals in positions of power in their real world day jobs yet they submitted their

naked bodies to be used by everyone their masters would give them to. They got off

being used like sexual toys. What if this were not so abnormal. Sidney wondered

maybe her pussy got wet because it was a turn on for her. It scared Sydney to think

“what if I was like them and liked being owned. What if I wanted it to happen and got

to like it and wanted it all the time. What if once she allowed herself to be treated

that way she needed more and more”.

She had noted there were some women at the party who told her they wanted more

and more each time. Likewise the Dominants were guys who were for the most part

Doctors Lawyers, Engineers, Accountants and other professionals. She could imagine

being married to one of these successful Dominants and wondered if they married

their Submissive or kept their two lives separate.

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In all cases none of them were exactly the bad boy image associated in her mind with

the danger a Dominant should display. There didnt have tattoo and were bad boy

biker clothes for the most part, but they all scared her when they looked in her eyes

and she theirs. Sydney found it hard to look them in the eye. Could it be really true

women enjoyed being slaves of such men. But unlike the college boys she went to

school with these were the kind of dangerous bad boys she really craved rather than

some uneducated punk biker. A couple of Doms had struck her as being rather

handsome bad boy types and one had asked her to wear his collar and she had

without a lock, being led on his leash and kept kneeling half naked at his feet while he

chatted with friends who looked her over to the point giving her goose bumps in spite

of the heat and moistness in her pussy. Despite her obvious arousal at this play acting

she had felt great relief when the collar was removed and she was allowed to move on

as she wished. He had given her a business card that said he was President of a

BDSM supplier toy company and told her to call anytime. After that BDSM Christmas

Party Sydney had worn cloth and leather chokers that had fasteners like a mans belt

without locks occasionally and they felt comfortable and sexy enough that her body

became aroused with the memory of the party but none of the chokers had been

locked on. Sidney wondered how she would feel if they had been locked on by

someone who kept the key.

Sydney didn’t regret the experience and had even dated the Dom who gave her the

card twice but never let him lock a collar on her even for fun because she was afraid

of what might happen. This had been the limit of her sexual experience. He had sent

her invitations and taken her to other BDSM parties in private homes as a real

submissive, but she had drawn the line with trying to compete with the always naked

collared and leashed blond with the large septum ring and matching nipple rings, VCH

and HCH piercing pussy piercings and tattoos that said she was the Dom's property.

He had kept Sydney and the blond naked on leashes at his feet perhaps to get Sydney

used to being a sex slave but it had backfired when the blond constantly begged him

to use her or to give her to others to use all of which had turned Sydney off. When

Sydney stepped back from the relationship she had felt immense relief at having

avoided ending up like the naked blond with his collar and leash permanently locked

on her body with real heavy Master locks that were on a large key ring on her Master's

belt. Just before she terminated her relationship the Dom branded the blond with a

red hot iron on her Mons identifying her as an owned animal. Sydney had shuddered

at the idea that this guy fully expected her to eventually become his pet just like the

collared and branded naked blond. It was too much too fast.

The blonds body jewelry consisted of a 2” diameter septum 10 gage ring that had sent

shivers up Sydney's spine, two 1-1/2” 12 gage nipple rings a tongue stud belly button

barbel and a VCH curved barbell with a 1”rings in the bottom ball that held her

circumcised clit out from her body more than an inch.

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The HCH piercing had consisted of a heavy ring under the clitoral stem that bounced

of the top of the clit. Her chin had been up and eyes down, until they reached his

SUV in a car park. The clincher had been that when he opened the rear hatch there

had been a large dog transport cage that she had willingly climbed up and crawled

inside of pulling the door after her so her Owner/Master or whatever he was could

lock her cage. For just a moment Sydney had wondered what it would be like to be

so under the control of a man that he could treat her like a real animal before she

rejected it. Though the sights and experiences had stayed with her ever since and

she had used them in her masturbating there wasn’t any connection with her new

adventures. That was then; this was now and Sydney wasn’t just a vanilla guest any

more. Sydney was considering becoming a real life stripper in a somewhat seedy strip

club in an even grungier outskirt of town far from the university. which while a far cry

from being a naked branded slave on a leash was scary enough. The part that scared

her most was that the idea of stripping naked in front of a room full of fully clothed

men in public was making her pussy wetter than she cared to admit. She wondered if

she would have to strip totally nude, wait on tables and do lap dances nude while

every one watched. It couldn’t be worse than when she was caught fucking Robbie

she thought.

After some on line research from her parents home while visiting for her Gram's 100th

birthday using her tablet she found this place called the Blue Dolphin Club that

reminded her of the movie Dancing at the Blue Iguana with Daryl Hanna. That such a

mainstream actresses as Daryl Hannah, Meg Tilley and Sandra Oh had appeared as

real strippers bare breasted with minimal thongs seemed to make the idea of stripping

acceptable. After pulling over on the scenic overlook and exploring all sides of the

issue, on the way home, Sydney finally screwed up her courage and made the

decision to drive by the club on her way home, to get the lay of the land.

Perhaps she could stop to watch the dancers and see what she would have to do.

Maybe this would make up her mind if she really wanted to do this after all.

Becoming a stripper was so foreign to her and her upbring. Sure she had rebelled and

fucked Robbie and was still aroused as she remembered the video of her humping

herself on Robbie's cock. Her father had a copy of the cell phone AVI and he didn't

know she had seen it. Sydney knew he had kept it for some time and looked at it

occasionally but she hadn't been able to copy it though she wished she had.

Before going away to college she had asked him about the AVI and if there was a

copy and he had advised her there had been but he deleted it and shredded the file

electronically and asked her not to say anything to her mother somewhat

embarrassedly. Her pussy had been very wet as she thought about her father

watching that video on the ride to the college in the family minivan with her furniture

and possessions last year. Since then Sydney hadn't thought about it now as she was

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resurfaced and pushed her into making the decision. If it had turned her father on to

watch a video of his naked daughter lap dancing on a clothed Robbie with his hard

cock up her pussy she thought it would probably be the same for others to watch her

strip naked with or without a cock in her pussy. She wondered if it would change her

and blew the thought off; she would always be Sydeny and nothing would ever

change that.

Sydney hoped the Blue Dolphin Club wasn't in such a seedy part of town and so

grungy she dared not dance there. But since it was the only club advertising a $500

first prize for the Amateur night prize plus a guaranteed contract for the winner there

really wasn't much of a choice. She had checked other clubs offering amateur nights

and most gave token prizes at best and some nothing but a plaque. The $500 prize

was 5 times higher than any other club but what she really wanted was a guaranteed

job where she could come on dance a set or two and pick up $200 to $300 in tips a

night for 2-3 nights a week. A contract guaranteed she would be hired. If she was

going to strip naked she needed a guarantee. She didn’t want to work so much that

she she couldn’t study and she felt sure she could negotiate enough hours and terms

if she won the contest by so large a margin they had to hire her. Sydney decided to

go in, have a few drinks and see what the girls had to do.

Chapter 7 - Decision

Her mind was made up. Come hell or high water, if the place wasn’t too bad she

would come back the next day and enter the contest after giving her a night to sleep

on the decision. She didn't want to look back and feel she had been rushed into

something she had regrets about; not realizing that life wasn't like that. For every

action that opened a door, another door would close and lock behind her.

After a few doors locked behind her, she would be forced to continue on her chosen

path. She might be sorry she got what she wished for but on the other hand she

hand she might find she liked what she had chosen. It was her decision even if it was

a bad one. Once started Sydney would be mentally committed to making it work.

She just had no idea how slippery a slope she was venturing on to and every step

down would take ten to come back making it impossible to recover if she Didn't like

the ending. She would be what she had made herself so she decided to go all in and

promised herself she would embrace the result fully. This warm autumn day was

fading and the cool evening air flowed in as the glorious sunset slipped into a deep

blue sky; Sydney wasn't thinking particularly of some of the less glamorous side

effects attached to the strip club scene such as drug addiction, porn, prostitution and

sexual slavery that were sometimes associated with strippers. All she knew was that

her pussy was very very wet as she relived her experience with Robbie and

contemplation of dancing nude in public.

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Sydney was committed; it was her only chance to finance her education and still have

time enough to study and maintain her 3.5 GPA. She wasn’t ashamed to show her

naked body in fact she knew it would probably excite her sexually. She was more

worried about not being hired. What if she Didn't win the contest what would happen

to her then? She would have committed herself to being naked in public everyone

would know it sooner or later she was sure of it. She would probably never be able to

get any other kind of work unless she graduated and got her PhD. She realized she

would have to fully commit herself to do whatever it took to win the $500. No matter

what it was she would do it or let it be done her. The last idea wasn't pleasant as she

remembered the BDSM club parties. She knew she might be treated like a submissive

and doubted there were many dominant strippers.

But it couldn't be half as dangerous as going to house parties with that Dom Sandi

had introduced her too last Christmas. She had been lucky to be able to back away

from him and not end up as a collared sex slave. She was glad of the experience

because it taught her it was possible to try something kinky and back out, even if it

was IRL BDSM. If she could do it with IRL BDSM why couldn't she do it with

stripping? Sydney was confident she could always back out just like she had at the

BDSM parties.

The biggest concern she had was that she would run into another coed stripper and

they might repeat what they knew of her or that some of the guys who knew her from

college would come to the club and recognize her. Well she was willing to take the

chance? What was the worst that could happen if anyone recognized her? She would

be naked in front of people and guys would come sniffing around hoping for some sex

and of course her parents might find out. If that happened, Sydney would just have

to tell them it was all she could do to get money for the education they couldn’t afford

to pay for. In the event they found out and were upset she would offer to stop if they

paid the difference in what she was making as a stripper. That should shut them up

she thought. She would just have to deal with .

In a way having decided to do something because she had no choice seemed

liberating and she recalled a conversation with a female submissive who by day was a

powerful CEO with hundreds of men reporting to her who had become a submissive

because it was so liberating not to have a choice. To be free of all guilt and yet

experience every feeling the human body could produce sexually was totally liberating.

The idea that having no choice turned some women on sexually had seemed silly to

her at the time but now she found she was getting a bit of a thrill realizing she would

have no choice once she signed the contract but to obey the contract or whoever

owned the contract. If it meant she had to waitress naked or lap dance naked she

would. She would have no choice but to do what the owner of her contract told her

to do.

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She would be no different than those collared submissive who gave up control. As she

visualized the moves she would make once she was naked as she danced and how

she got naked. Her pussy was wet and she had a feeling she might like stripping. It

would give her a chance to let go to just be a naked girl in a room full of clothed men

fantasizing what they would do to her if they had her alone. There had to be more

to life than just working and sleeping. She wanted to feel things. For the last year

and a half she had sexually numb, cut off isolated from sexual feelings. She needed a

break from dull numbness and guilt. She wanted to feel free even if her contract was

owned by someone who might act like he owned Sydney within the limits she agreed

to.

Sydney wondered if she would be willing to do naked lap dances in a room full of

people or naked in a room all alone with a man who had paid to have a private lap

dance. The decision made to become a stripper, it was now a question of how far she

was willing to go before having to quit. Sydney still savored the idea she would be

able to quit it they wanted her to do something beyond her limits. Sydney's mind was

now totally enthralled with the idea of dancing naked in public as she continued to

justify becoming a stripper to herself thinking: How much different would it be from

her Prom experience where she had ended feeling dirty and naughty as she watched

her fathers copy of the video.

She hadn't danced on Robbie's lap; she had simply fucked her pussy on his cock as he

pinched her nipples though she had more or less sat naked in his lap while doing it.

She wondered what it would be like to do a real lap dance with a cock in her pussy?

Would she have to do a public lab dance where she squirmed her naked body on a

man's fully clothed one in a room full of clothed people as they watched? Or in a

private room televised for the bar?

Both men would be paying for the pleasure of having a naked girl in their laps but

would one pay more, how different would each feel she wondered knowing the private

dance was vastly different and televised. As a stripper would she be completely naked

or allowed to wear a g string or thong when not dancing on stage? Perhaps in public

but somehow she didn't think a private lap dance would allow her to wear anything

but a collar perhaps. The idea of being collared, leashed and led naked out of the

public room to a private room and what the people would think of her or what she

was going to do in the private room was making he panties wet. Sydney had a

sudden panic attack as the thought occurred to her people might think that just

because she became a stripper she was a whore?

She could say no to private dances couldn't she. She would be safe and have limits

just like at the BDSM club but this was real. So there was an unknown that lent a

sense of fear and risk. At least she hoped there was no requirement she do lap

dances in the private room if she didn't wish to.

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Sydney might even enjoy dancing naked and if she wanted to do more she wanted it

to be her choice with some hot guy Beside these places didn’t just hire anyone. She

might not even get hired. What a bummer that would be. When she got back to the

Town House she shared with Sandi, Sydney decided she would draw up a list of clubs

and check them out to see if kids from school went there. Her goal was to find club

far from the college where she wouldn’t be seen dancing naked by a classmate and

check out the competition. She hoped the Blue Dolphin was one of the better ones

she hoped since it was the only one offering a guaranteed contract and a huge prize.

Chapter 8 – Blue Dolphin Club

Sydney had driven by the Blue Dolphin a half dozen times before parking her car in as

open and as well lighted a place as she could find in this grubby part of town; so far

from the university it was almost in the next town, too early for the place to be

crowded and about as right for her to have a drink without worrying about unwelcome

attention as it would ever get. Sydney wanted to do a quick check to see what the

girls looked like and what guys liked especially. She thought if she didn't chicken out

she could maybe inquire about the amateur night contest. When she circled the

place, she found a stage door entrance and parking lot had 15-20 cars and a half

dozen Harley’s. A couple of bad boy biker types guarded the door. The only people

going in were girls who looked like strippers and staff.

The parking lot was well lit and seemed to be reserved for employees and bikers

which seemed a bit odd. Two bad boys bikers, in leather vests with lots of patches

and some kind of bird painted on the back of one with wings spread wide and the

word “Eagles MC” under it. They were in their late 20's to early 30's, with mustaches,

beards and almost shoulder length hair, it was hard to tell more.

The leaders beard was more like a weeks growth. He looked to be about 25-27 years

old with a muscular build that he demonstrated by heaving a guy who tried to follow

one of the girls in the door, about 10 feet through the air to land in a heap in the

parking lot. The guy had groaned, gotten up; before mumbling something, he shot the

bikers a dirty look and limped off. That the place was so well protected gave Sydney a

feeling of confidence and safety much like she had felt at the BDSM club. Connecting

the security and trust of the BDSM club and the Blue Dolphin club wasn't the best idea

Sydney ever had. At first when she saw the bikes she worried it would be a rowdy

bikers club.

As she admired the biceps on the one with the shadow beard, he turned and she

noticed a snake, a cobra painted on the back of his vest with the word Spike under it.

His bare arms had been heavily tattooed and one had a Cobra coiled around the arm

from the bicep to the hand. The Cobra's head on the back of the man hand had a

Spike through it.

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After parking out front she had gone in, sat at the back in the shadows in the bar,

ordered a Margarita and watched a couple of girls come out and dance on the pole

and the little stage while the guys sat around with bills in their hands. The girls would

dance on the pole clothed, on the stage stripping and finish on their knees or backs

naked and close to the guys who would slip the bills in their garters collars or G string

which was almost in the girls bare shaved pussies some groping a pussy before

slipping the bill under the garter. Then the girls would pole dance naked but for the

money in their garters except for one girl who wore only a locked on stainless steel

leather lined collar, anklets and cuffs, into which the bills had been stuffed. She also

wore a large heavy gage septum ring and both nipples were pierced. She had bills

stuffed in the nipple rings so tightly you could see the pain on her face when her

nipples touched anything. She reminded Sydney of the Dom's blond slave which was

kind of scary.

A few more girls danced while she finished her second drink. All of them went totally

naked, some spread their pussy and asses as open as far as possible, others jiggled

their breasts and some did all of the above as well as squirm naked on the stage floor

as guys threw money on them. There was little if any modesty and the sluttier they

were the more the guys cheered and threw money at them. Without realizing Sydney

was watching a real life Pavlovian training system at work, the sluttier they became

the more they were rewarded. The more they were rewarded the more they did. The

dances usually lasted one song or 4 minutes or the length of a song. Each girl tried to

out do the previous one in sluttiness.

After a few weeks of being rewarded in ever increasing ways for becoming an ever

better and more pleasing slut, the strippers minds and psyche's would be

permanently modified. This process was exactly why she was over joyed to learn of

Sydney's financial problems.

Sandi realized that that turning Sydney into a stripper was the perfect way to prepare

Sydney for the life of a sexual slave. If she was here she would have been overjoyed

to see the system at work. For now she just needed to find a way to insert herself

into Sydney's life and the process so she could use her cute little roommate as she

blossomed into a full blown shameless slut and was already working on ideas to

achieve her goal.

Sydney's first impression of the dancers was that they were making a crude display

encouraged by gross men and it turned her off. But after watching the girls dance for

a while it didn't seem so bad especially after she realized where she was, “hey its a

trip joint after all not a night at the A&W followed by heavy breathing and fumbled

clothing in a cramped back seat”. Usually when the girls finished their dances they

would work the crowd for lap dances mostly topless with just a thong or g string.

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Some of the younger and prettier girls would dress in their strip costume for the next

dance and do a mini strip at the table to bare their breasts or allow a feel of their

pussy or ass. Sydney noted the collared girls seemed to get more tips especially since

they usually waitressed in the nude or just the tiniest G strings and didn't seem to

object to having their naked bodies touched and stroked freely. In fact they seemed

to enjoy it. Some would even shamelessly make out, naked, in the lap of a customer.

Each girl would wait on tables until a dance was finished and the one one the floor the

longest would leave to get ready to dance her turn. The waitresses were a mixed

bunch some with tattoos, with and without body jewelry. Not all dancers waitressed

and not all waitresses danced but for the most part lap dances private or otherwise

produced the most income.

None of the uncollared girls were pierced or totally naked. There was one girl with a

clothe choker that was buckled on. She was dressed in a tiny stringkini and had a

belly button piercing. Other than that she wore only 6” heels but she seemed to do

almost as well as the collared girls. Sydney could see that she wasn’t going to make a

lot of money keeping her clothes on and not wearing a locked collar. The girl with the

cloth choker was beautiful and danced like a houri. Without a lot of practice Sydney

could never match her skills. She made a note to buy a lock with a key and a leather

or cloth choker she could remove when done dancing.

The bartender was a young guy in a biker vest with tattoos and that bad boy aura. He

startled Sydney by asking “sexy isn’t she” as the collared and pierced girl was led by

naked on a leash towards the private lap dance rooms. Leashes and collars hung

from the wall behind the woman guarding the entrance to the private room. She was

sitting at a table on the edge of a small stage.

Guys would approach, talk to the woman, give her money which she would put in a

glass jar with each girls name on it, make a note in a ledger and direct the customer

to take a coded leash that matched the number of the girl whose name was bar coded

on the jar the woman had placed the money in. The customer would take the leash

which had a bar code that matched the bar code on one of the girls bracelet, go back

into the club to find the matching bar coded girl. Sydney was unaware of the details,

all she saw was some girls refusing to do a private dance and others accepting the

leash. All girls had a bangle bracelet on the left wrist that had a bar code. The bar

codes indicated what the girls would or would not do and the cost.

None of this was apparent to Sydney other than the fact the naked girls with collars

seemed to make the most of the tips when they came out of the private room; their

Jars had more bills than others. Once they had the right girl on their leash the guy

would lead her back to the private lap dance rooms and go inside. Or they could pay

less and take a generic leash that matched any of of the girls last 3 letters of bar code

ID. A girl could refuse a generic leash but not a matching bar coded leash.

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Once a girl was leashed she was led on her leash to the private room. When the guys

came out they were leading the leashed, naked, collared girl, usually on her hands

and knees, up to the woman where they handed over the leash. The woman would

unlock the collar hang it back up before she came back to the still kneeling naked girl

to give her the clothing she left before going into the private room. Some of the girls

looked aroused. A few had tears in their eyes and the woman had hugged and talked

to them a bit before they were allowed to go back to waitressing. Some just went

back stage. Sydney couldn't understand why the girls had to be collared.

It was so demeaning for the girl. she could see why most of the men got off on

leading a naked girl on a leash which probably accounted for their willingness to pay

$25 or more for the use of the collar and leash. What Sydney didn't see was that

some girls had a bar code tattooed inside their labia minora and they were always

collared and naked because they were slave sluts like the girls at the BDSM club party.

What Sydney didn't know was that she had happened into one of the training clubs

for sex slaves which was why the prize money was so high. She also didn't know

most of prize money was raised from the entrance fees paid by the girls themselves.

Sydney couldn’t figure out a pattern except that maybe some requirement had been

met and they were allowed to go back and take a turn dancing. Once an hour all the

girls had to dance naked on the small stage by the private dance rooms. One at a

time a girl would go to one end and dance and the crowd applauded if the meter rang

a bell she was allowed to leave. This went on until all the girls had gone then they

started to come back on the dance floor in the order they left the small stage. Sydney

could see that the first girls got more tips so there was an obvious reason to get off

the common stage first. There was also a door around the back behind the rooms

that guys were coming and going from.

It was then that Sydney noticed with a shock that the flat screen 60” TV at the bar

was showing one of the girls writhing naked and collared in some guys lap in real

time. She didn't know the TV feed had a half hour delay and only selective dances

were shown, sometimes repeatedly. The camera's in the private rooms were for

safety of the girls and to deter anyone from trying anything they Didn't want on

videos. It was when the girl lifted her body a bit from the man and slammed her

crotch into his that Sydney noticed there was a shiny slippery cock between the naked

girls legs.

She wasn’t just lap dancing, she was fucking the guy just like she had fucked Robbie

that night. The heat of the blush that rushed over her body and the wetness in her

pussy caused Sydney to gasp and sputter loudly enough that the bartender came over

and asked “You alright miss”. When Sydney sputtered her “I'm OK just went down the

wrong pipe” excuse. The bartender had just smiled and said, “sexy little slut isn’t she?

Belongs to Hawk and has forfeited all modesty.

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Having been freed of the need for modesty and privacy she is free to do whatever she

wants in public without fear.” And with that, he went back to serve a guy who had

crooked a finger. Before Sydney realized what happened, the bartender was back with

a drink in his hand. On the way back, touching a button that switched the screen to

the NFL game of the day, announcing to Sydney., “courtesy of the gentleman at the

end of the bar who thinks you are hot.” At that the guy got up and came over to

Sydney who stuttered her “thank you but I have to be going” line grabbed her bag

and headed for the door followed by a startled “Hey you cant do that” from the guy

who bought the drink. Sydney had turned and mouthed “Yes I can, I don’t work here,

Yet” as she hurried out the door.

Now as Sydney sat panting in her car in the parking lot, fingering herself, after locking

the doors, with one hand up her skirt she realized stripping in the Blue Dolphin wasn't

just about taking your clothes off and prancing around the stage. It aroused her

tremendously as the bartender's words ran through her mind “Belongs to Hawk,

forfeited all right to modesty, free to do anything without guilt.” Lost in her arousal

she was about to orgasm when there was a tap tap on the window. One of the

biker's, the good looking, bad boy bouncer she had admired, was indicating she

should roll down the window with a twirling motion of his hand. The red faced Sydney

took her wet hand out from under her skirt and hit the power button just enough to

open the window a crack to talk. “I asked if you were OK sweet cheeks? Did that guy

bother you in the bar”?

“Na noo I'm was OK, it was just a bit much for me The live show and all. I, and, I just

came to see what stripping was all about, you know, just to see, nothing more.” With

that, Spikes eyes lit up like beacons on a foggy night and he asked; You interested in

the amateur night stripping contest? is that it sexy?

Gotta say you have the longest legs on a girl your size I ever saw and you have a hot

body. You should do well and look pretty hot to me! Evidently also to that guy at the

bar who was willing to pass up the half naked chick trying to get him to buy her a

drink, for you with all your clothes on? Ever strip before? Ever skinny dip or go to

nude beach, 3Need some help? Ever dance in public?“ The questions came at her like

breakers in a tropical storm; Sydney was pressed to reply and could only start with

partial reply with he embarrassed eyes fixed on her lap as she mumbled,

“uh yeah at ballet recitals” With a loud guffaw Spike doubled over, exclaiming, “that’s

the living end, a shy Ballet stripper, gotta see that. You sure you are in the right place

little girl? Maybe you should go to the dairy queen down at the corner and get a root

beer float? This place isn't for shy little girls who just 'want to see!'.” Sydney was

somewhat insulted and mumbled “ya Yes, I am interested in the Contest, does it really

pay $500? what's the catch,” the embarrassed young girl mumbled, insulted and stung

at being called a little girl implying she wasn't mature enough to be a stripper.

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The insult only made Sydney more determined to enter the contest no matter what.

She would show him, show them all she decided as she vaguely heard Spike drone

one. “Well then its the last Thursday of the month which is 3 weeks almost and yeah

it really pays $500 and it comes with a contract to work wherever and however at

whatever the owner of the contract wants, but the competition is stiff and a lot of the

girls have entered more than once. If you want to win you will need help and a lot of

practice is my guess. You have a hot body and the guys will like you but its not just

the crowd at the competition or your looks. You have to look like you enjoy being

naked and are proud to show it off and you don't look like that now. You look like a

nervous Sunday School teacher which is what you were right?”.

“The girls who practice every week, get points added to the ones at the final

competition. Thursdays are dull so we want to liven it up with the main contest once a

month and the weekly eliminations are held on Thursday. We only have one contest a

month so we can get the girls to practice for free all month ya see and its a good way

to separate the really serious girls from the thrill seekers and we get some new faces

at no cost to the club. We don't let everyone practice, only the hot ones like you

sugar shorts. You can come in and practice one set a night and keep any tips if you

can hack it”. But that is only guaranteed for one week to see if you can cut it. Each

week there is a run off and half the girls are eliminated. If we didn't eliminate some

there would be too many in the final contest performances not as good. By the way,

the winner has no choice about signing an employment contract but the two runners

up can deline and just take the $100. The job is part of the grand prize and though

the contract is owned by the Blue Dolphin its assignable. That means they can sell

the contract that controls you to someone else for a profit.

If you don’t plan on working as a stripper for as long as the contract is in force, don’t

win; better yet don’t enter, consider this a notice”. Spike could see Sydney was

starting to get scared so he ended with, “ Well don’t want to scare you off sugar

shorts, so I'll wish you good luck; don’t forget to bring this card with you and tell them

you are with Spike. Come this Thursday for the elimination preliminary elimination

contest and if you get by it, we will let you enter the contest. Give the bouncer my

card and tell him you are with Spike. Whoever is at the door will see you are taken

care off pet. OK”? Spike didn't wait for her to take the card; he just flicked it in

through the window slit and walked off without another word, leaving Sydney totally

flustered. Sydney was confused by everything she had seen and experienced

including Spike's relatively civil manner. Looking at the card she could see there was a

cobra on one side with a spike through its head and Eagles 976 written under it.

That made sense; the guy with the Hawk on his vest was probably the Hawk that the

collared girl belonged too. Belonged what did that mean? Did she belong to Hawk

like a real pet or was it just a way of saying they were together? Did telling them she

belonged to Spike mean anything but that he was helping her?

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Sydney thought idly, she would hate to meet the guy with a pig on his vest and then

chided herself that such sobriquets were not always indicative of the person. It might

be a pig was the police and dreaded after all.

On the back of the card was the word Spike which must be his club name showing the

spike through the snakes head. Stammering her thanks at the back of the rapidly

receding Spike, Sydney powered up the window and drove off desperately trying to

stop her hands from shaking as she felt the warmth of her juices leaking out of her

pussy the first time she lifted a leg to step on the brake. Fortunately she didn’t run

into any police road blocks looking for drunks and though she only had two drinks she

was shaking so much she doubted she could pass the sobriety test of walking a white

line. Sydney was beginning to think entering the stripping contest might not be so

bright.

If she got that wound up just talking to the bouncer and having 2 drinks at the club

what the hell would happen when she had to get out on a lighted stage and stripped

naked. Then there was all that talk of an assignable contract she would have to sign

to get the $500. Not only that, for the next 3 weeks she would be dancing naked for

tips only and in competition each week. Then there was the girl on the flat screen who

had forfeited all right to modesty who wore only heels and a stainless steel collar

locked on permanently. Sydney wondered how she had ended up belonging to Hawk.

As soon as she got back to the Townhouse she shared with Sandi, she stripped off her

clothes and rushed into the bathroom where she drew a big bubble bath climbed in

and masturbated to 3 massive orgasms as she recalled what she had seen in the Blue

Dolphin that evening.

Sydney was still there when her roommate Sandi came in to use the toilet, slipped

her panties to the floor and sat on the toilet. As Sandi sat peeing she asked Sydney

“well how was the trip home? Anything new to report on that stripper rumor”, wiped,

flushed and came to stand next to the tub expecting conversation noticing, the prone

girls excited eyes and flushed face. Sydney wasn’t in the mood so she told Sandi, “tell

you about it over dinner.” Sandi shrugged and left; she could see Sydney must have

been masturbating and looked forward to a juicy story about the Blue Dolphin.

Adding some warm water Sydney washed herself down, rinsed off with the flex

shower head, got out, dried off all the while posing her naked body in the floor to

ceiling mirror so she could see what positions and moves showed it off to best

advantage. Then with a towel around her waist length hair and another around her

body she ventured forth to be quizzed by Sandi.

Chapter 9 - Spike

It was finally Thursday, the rest of the week had seemed like a month.

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Her conversation with Sandi was still ringing in her head as Sydney drove to the club.

She had asked a few of the guys she knew at school if they every heard of the Blue

Dolphin and been reassured when only one guy said “yeah I heard of it. Its a biker

place way over on the other side of town by the grain storage and pick up station.

Heard it was a bit wild and not a place to go to unless you were prepared to defend

yourself. He heard the dancers were top drawer super good looking babes who knew

how do give great lap dances in the private room if you know what I mean, he

replied” Sydney had replied “Great”, thanked him and walked off with a spring in her

step until she reached her classroom for the period with his words echoing in her

head.

“The bikers take good care of the strippers, as if they owned them or something. The

hotter and sluttier the chick the better they took care of her.” He knew a guy who

groped a feel of a pussy when slipping a $1 bill in a garter who had his wrist broken.

Sounded kind of brutal to Sydney but if she were the girl being groped she would

have appreciated the protection. It sounded like Spike's bikers were a bit possessive

maybe but she could deal with that and she had Spike's card after all. She had

confided in Sandi where she was going and didn't elaborate or mention Spike; she just

wanted to have a safety back up like all the woman’s magazines advised. She told

Sandi where she was going and that she would call every hour within 10 minutes of

the hour. If she didn’t dial 911. She didn't tell Sandi she was going to “enter a

contest”. Just that if she wasn’t home by 2am to send the Calvary. Sandi had jumped

up and down in excitement begging to be allowed to come watch her roommate strip.

Sydney declined pointing out Sandi had seen her naked many times, she wasn't

working as a stripper yet and it wasn’t a big deal as she let the towel slide.

Sydney displayed her naked body to prove the point. Even after Sydney had sworn

Sandi to secrecy she hadn’t said anything about having decided to solve her financial

problems by being a stripper; just that she was going to check out a club. Sydney

didn’t entirely trust Sandi to keep a secret and thought it better to not let her know

too. Sandi had suggested that if Sydney was going to strip she might as well walk

around the apartment naked to get used to it. Sydney had said what the hell, taken

the dare and dropped the towel. Sydney felt odd being naked all night in the

apartment especially when two of Sandi girlfriends showed up and Sandi wouldn't let

her get dressed. She hadn't been able to stand up to Sandi. As the guests started to

examine her body caress her wet pussy lips pinch her erect nipples and talk about her

as if she were an animal being inspected she found herself getting aroused and felling

like some slave girl going to be sold. As that idea passed her mind Sydney had a

strange feeling as if some door in her life had closed and the lock snicked shut. By

the time they left Sydney's pussy was sopping wet from having had to walk around

naked serving them drinks and snacks“to get the practice”.

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They had laughed at how nervous Sydney seemed when they pinched her nipples and

caressed her wet crease as she served them. Her only solace was that if the guy at

school was right the girls would have had their hands broken if the tr ied that at the

Blue Dolphin. That night she slept naked after Sandi came in and make her take off

her night gown which was nothing but a transparent shift and didn't hide anything any

how. Sandi had praised Sydney's naked body and assured her the guys would go

crazy over it; warning her to keep her nipples erect all day when in school, by pinching

them and to not wear a bra or panties to class again. Sydney had done as Sandi

suggested and found herself aroused and embarrassed at the stares her nipples drew

all day. That her body would betray her was was humiliating. But another door closed

and the lock snicked shut in her in mind. Sydney was on a path with doors closing on

her life as it had been and only vaguely aware.

Chapter 10 – The Interview

That Thursday afternoon, after the third time around the block Sydney got up the

nerve to finally pull in and park. She was dressed in a short denim skirt, a pair of

black tights over a lacy thong, ankle boots with 4” heels a tight cut off top without a

bra that showed a lot of stomach and erect nipples trying to tear holes in the thin top.

Her waist long auburn hair was freshly washed with strawberry highlights held in a

high pony tail that almost stuck straight up held in place with a silver filigree tube

about 1-1/2” long so that the hair dropped off the tube held away from her body and

splayed out in a waterfall with the ends just brushing the top of her cute butt calling

attention to her tight muscular ass.

She thought she looked hot and wanted the club manager to think so in hopes it

would give her an edge when she did take off her clothes. Spike wasn’t at the door

tonight, Hawk was. As she approached Hawk she thought of the collared dancer who

belonged to him. Sydney noticed Hawks eyes on her erect nipples and long bare legs.

He was so fixated on her body he barely noticed she was trying to hand him a card.

He exclaimed after a quick look at the card, “damn but Spike was right. You are one

smoking babe. Hope you look just as sexy in a collar without the clothes”. With that

he spoke into a walkie talkie thing saying “Spike that sexy pussy showed up after all,

you know the ballet dancer,guess I owe you $5. Hawk held the door for her and asked

“you have an outfit or are you just gonna take it off”. Sydney had a home made

costume in her back pack comprised of one tiny bikini top she had removed the lining

from so that it showed her erect nipples like a second skin over which she had a larger

one. For the bottom she had 6” clear plastic platforms with chrome plated heels.

They were bigger than any heels she ever wore and had been purchased solely for

this event.

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A pair of extreme cut off denim shorts and a sheer thong over a tinier G string

comprised the bottom of her outfit. The shorts were cut off so high all that was left at

the bottom, was the thick crotch seam that rode inside her labia the minute she

moved. Half her bare ass cheeks would show from behind and the side so high they

edge almost reached the bottom of the wide belt.

They were cut so high, she had to cut the back pockets out because they hid her ass

cheeks and the front hung down over the edges of her smooth bald labia. Without

the pocket skin could be seen at the top of the pocket. The edges of the seam were

frayed so much they were like a fur collar around each thigh. Thankfully the fringe hid

the bald labia protruding on either side of the seam. “Yeah its in my back pack what

do you want me to do put it on here in the parking lot” she said sarcastically. Sydney

thought perhaps she shouldn’t be tempting him but he had that same bad boy look

that turned her on and she didn't care if the naked blond in collar and septum ring

belonged to him or not. Before Hawk could answer Spike showed up, grabbed her

hand and pulled her inside admonishing her not to tempt fate like that again. Telling

her she was lucky Hawk hadn’t made her strip naked then and there in the parking

lot. Dragging the confused girl stumbling on her 4” heels behind him, Spike walked up

to a an older slightly overweight woman with too much make up on and said, “here’s

one more for the contest Silvia, she is with me now.

Treat her like she belongs to me”. “Do you have any problem belonging to me sugar

shorts” Spike asked Sydney in a loud voice as his hand dropped to the bottom of of

her ass and gave it a sharp spank to emphasis his Ownership rights to everyone

looking and Sydney herself who yelped and tried to jump away only to be pulled back

against Spike who whispered in her ear as he crushed her erect nipple into his chest

and said “cant wait to see you naked and have a feeling you were made just for me.”

She was with Spike that was for sure, but why did he have to say “treat her like she

belonged to me”? She wasn't a pair of sneakers. Well if it got her an edge she

wouldn’t dispute the claim that she belonged to Spike. Silvia had been appraising her

all the time Spike spoke and said only one word to Sydney when he was done. “Strip”.

They were standing in a busy hallway with people coming and going and this woman

wanted her to strip naked. Fuck, they were direct here she thought but what the hey

she was going to be naked on stage in a minute so what difference if someone saw

her naked in the hall . Or anywhere else any time anywhere as Sydney realized she

was free of the restriction to wear clothes unless she wanted to. She was a stripper

now and it didn't make any difference who saw her naked from now on didn't it?

Opening the button on the skirt and letting it drop she looked around still self

conscious as she heard Silvia say, come on honey bun shuck the rest or get out.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of the tights and slid them down with the

thong she was wearing.

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When she was naked in front of Spike except for her heels, Sylvia and anyone walking

down the corridor, he whistled and said “Sexy I knew you were hot but those nipples

are something else. What ya been doing pinching them all day. Good idea, guys love

big nipples. Maybe I could buy you some suction cups and we can increase the size to

something that could hold a 1” 10 GA ring?”

Silvia said “well she looks OK enough but that landing strip should probably go; at

least her labia are bare so when she spreads herself open they can see her hole and

inner lips or piercings if any. OK sweet cheeks bend over spread your legs, grab your

ankles and show us your crease. When the flushed young girl straightened up Silvia

said, “OK you look clean no rashes or other problem other than that asshole looks

virgin which is good guys will pay big to bust a cherry on a girl like you, that will be

$100 for the entrance fee. “$100? What the fuck! No one told me I had to pay $100

to take off my fucking clothes in front of a room full of clothed strangers”?. The

naked girl just stood there stunned.

“Whats smatta Babe? Don't have the $100?” Silvia asked as Spike ran his hand down

Sydney's bare back, grasped one bare ass cheek and gave it a squeeze before

fingering her asshole to see how tight it was. As the gasping naked girl stood there

before spinning her around grasping both nipples and pulling her in close she

mumbled her answer.

“Na nuh, No one told me there was an entrance fee”. Silvia responded “well honey

how do you think they come up with the prize money? It also cuts out the the

uncommitted ones. Sydney was beginning to panic as Spike touched her wet pussy.

She began to wonder if she should leave as she heard Sylvia say “it also acts as an

incentive to the ones that aren’t sure and acts as a deterrent to those who get out

there and freeze because its not refundable. Do you have the money or do you just

need to go home and ask Daddy or Mommy for you allowance little girl?”

The overweight woman sneered. Spike was now holding her by her pussy. Things

were starting to get weird. Sydney wondered if all strip clubs were as controlling as

this one. It really was making her feel as if she were an object, a thing or

commodity. But what else were naked girls in a strip club? And it made sense to have

an entrance fee just , It made sense the club should own a contract on the girl. But

what did that make the girl she wondered idly as she responded.

“No, yes I can get it but I just don’t have $100 with me because no one told me I

would have to have to pay an entrance fee.” The naked girl could feel the blush of

embarrassment spreading over her naked body as what must be two dancers passed

her by without a glance and she heard Spike say as he took his wet fingers out of her

pussy and wiped them on her belly, “Here's $100 Silvia, see that she is taken care of,

remember she is with me now. Make sure everyone knows sexy here belongs to me.

Make sure they treat her as what she is, mine.“

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Turning to Sydney he said “you can pay me back later sexy.” Sydney asked “but what

if I don’t win” Silvia cut in, “Well I guess you better win then sweet cheeks.” hate to

see Spike get tough with your cute ass, taking it out in trade or auctioning off that

cherry asshole”. Not to be out done Spike added. “You are with me now pet and

that means you will win; get it”? Silvia took the $100 bill from Spike and thanked him,

turning to the naked girl she told her go in the door next to her desk and stand in

front of the white sheet hanging down one wall.

As Sylvia pushed a button on her desk, Another door opened and a scruffy looking

guy came in. with a fancy digital camera handing off his neck strap and instructed

Sydney. “We need some publicity shots for the contest and the scoring card that has

your photos on it. Don't worry they get turned in and no cell phones are allowed in

the club. No one takes photos of your body but the owners of the club and contract

once you win unless they give permission. But they do like to have a complete record

of all the contracted girls. The man could see the naked girl was confused and

obviously had no idea what was going on, He knew she belonged to Spike and Spike

was training her. He tried to explain to her what was going to happen so that she

would not be so nervous. Sydney seemed willing to be naked in front of others and

had a very nice body. So he said, “do not be nervous, as you can see you are

standing here naked and its OK no one is touching you or making you do anything.

You are beautiful.

I am taking photographs of you for the contract. Strange, Sydney thought everything

seems to revolve around the contract and she cant get the contract unless she wins

the stripping contest. And she needs Spikes help win the contest and he liked her

naked body, All this talk about someone owning the contract was very confusing to

Sydney. Of course someone owned the contract that was what is was for an

agreement between her and the owner of the contract.

If there was an Owner of the contract what did that make her, property? it was so

confusing. Spike slipped next to the naked girl and reaching around cupped her

breasts in his large hands pulling her off balance back against him causing her legs to

splay open as soon as she was comfortable leaning against Spike. One hand drifted

down her belly caressing her as if she were a pet while the fingers of the other hand

rolled and pinched the thick meat of her erect nipple as he whispered in her ear.

“Just let if flow pet, relax and let your body experience the feelings passing down to

your pussy and his thumb began to caress her erect clit. Sydney was lost in the

feelings of total arousal as the photographer snapped photo after photo of her being

handled by Spike as if she were a real pet. There was a liquid heat in her belly and

her pussy felt as though it were filled with heated oil that was beginning to leak down

one leg.

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The words murmured in her ear by Spike were intelligible but they had the desired

effect along with his touch an her own imagination of what she must look like to the

photographer Sydney felt her hips begin to hump against the leather of Spikes

trousered thigh as the orgasm flowed through her body like a river of heated honey.

Then he was gone leaving the post orgasmic girl in a daze as the photographer.

Posed her this way and that but every one was erotic and sexy she knew as he

continue to explain what they wanted from her. She had to be totally relaxed in the

photos so she would look comfortable posing naked.

Thats what the owners wanted to see. If she could just let everything go and be a

sexual animal. Thats what they were looking or in a contracted girl. To see if she can

let go of everything but her sexual needs. They couldn't just give her the contract

because they weren't sure she was the one to be contracted. He also explained she

had to reach a certain level of training first. That was why she had to dance every

week as a free lancer and she would be watched and scored. She had to earn the

contract by becoming what they wanted. A well trained sexual animal. There he said

it again, animal, like in pet, Owners like in property owners. Everything revolved

around this contract that she could only get if she won the contest. To win she must

practice until is seemed natural, normal and comfortable to be displaying her naked

body for the pleasure of men as she was doing now. When she was trained she would

feel more normal displaying her naked body than when clothed. To win she must

convince the judges that for her to be displaying her naked body for the pleasure of

men was a normal state of life for her.

Sydney's long Auburn hair was draped over the top,knee splayed right even with her

hip, the left leg hung over the side edge, bent at the knee with the splayed open foot

on the floor. Her hair was draped over the chaise which was raised 30 degrees in the

back like a dark waterfall,, her right leg was bent under the left and the, her long thick

nipples and cone shaped aureole rising up off of her flattened breasts.

Her alabaster skin offset by the splashes of sapphire pink that were her nipples and

cunt, Three very wet and shiny fingers of her right hand were fucking in and out of

the gaping pink flower of her spread inner labia, the hand flexing 90 degrees at the

wrist so the thumb could twirl the thick pink clit. Even though her thighs were spread

to their limit they twitched intermittently past the maximum. Her fingers and the

petals of her cunt were shiny with her juices and her pink mouth gaped open while

her half closed eyes looked like she was just wakening.

As she lay like this Sydney wondered what she must look like to others walking by the

open door and checked the mirror on the wall. She was stunned by the sight of the

slut on the chaise lounge that she saw. All she needed was a collar and a leash to look

like the perfect pet to Own. It looked as though perhaps her Owner had left her to

rest before the auction at which she would be sold.

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She felt the heat of the blush flowing from her cheeks to her beasts. The unexpected

orgasm that hit was like a mack truck. Sydney was left splayed open alabaster thighs

trying to twitch open even more as her arched back tried to thrust her hips into her

invisible ravishers cock. She was sexually so dazed she barely heard the

photographer's praise, “Thats it little pet, thats perfect, hold that pose slut, don't

move, the Owner's are going to love these photos. I've never seen any pet that

showed what a sexual animal it was inside .

You were born to be a pet at least you are showing that now, let it go let the orgasm

wash you clean of all thoughts other than sexual pleasure go. Its OK, you can do that

now.” As he frantically moved around to shoot her spent body from every angle he

added “the Owner's might even contract you from these photos alone pet. If you

dance half as sexy as this you are going to be contracted for sure. I don't see how

the club wouldn't want to own you. But you will have to promise and want to do

“anything” to win”

And that was where the training came in. The compliments pleased her and made her

feel comfortable and proud of her body. The more natural it felt for her to be naked

and pleasing for men the better her chance of winning and being contracted

permanently. The more chance of her really belonging to Spike she corrected the

semi expressed thoughts coursing through her mind and body. In her semi aware

sexually aroused state, the process began to make sense for the naked girl. If she

obeyed Spike and was willing to do anything to let him train her' she would win the

contest, It wasn't that he was going to fix it as much as was going to turn her into

the sexiest and best stripper there was. The more she was willing to be naked the

more natural it would feel for her to be naked and sexy. Sydney realized the if she let

her life revolve around Spike's training it would be easier for her to win. A sense of

wonder the idea that being Spikes obedient pet was all she had to do to get the

contract washed over her like a shining revelation.

Sydney committed herself to the idea of inletting spike train her to be a perfect

stripper. “Wha, wa” she mumbled as she began to regain her senses, She like

someone at a great distance she heard the photographer explain, “All the girls are

listed in flier with their photos and stats and stuff the guys can pick up as they pay the

cover charge which includes a $10 deposit on the voting form. After all the girls

dance in the final contest the customers voted by listing the girls in order of

preference as the one they would most like to Own and deposited the ballot in the

container by the door and were given their money back.

The girl voted most wished to be Owned was given a a guarantee of being in the final

contest at the end of the month. Its very important for you to win as many

eliminations as possible because every time you win one more thats one less

competitor.

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Before we finish taking the rest of the photos, take a seat and give Silvia your ID and

other other information like height, weight cup size, shoe size and measurements

weight and any tattoos or piercings. Name and address of your parents, home phone

or email for contact in case of emergency. We need to be sure you are old enough to

sign the releases. Silvia waived the naked girl to a seat on the armless oak chair.

Sydney groggily got off the chaise and staggered back to Silvia's desk. As Sydney sat

her bald wet pussy lips came in contact with the cold wood as she tried to hide her

pussy by tightly squeezing her thighs tightly together. The chair felt like it had been in

a freezer before she sat on it. The smooth bald lips were squished together as she

squirmed with her legs tightly clasped together.

She was too embarrassed to let anyone see how wet her bald pussy was. When

Sydney was fully conscious, a feeling of nervousness began to envelop her as her

conscious mind took control of her body away from her pussy and began to catalog

what had happened to her that led to her having an orgasm just from posing naked in

the club all just to sign up for a contest; first she had to strip naked in the hall; then

pay $100 slip into total sexual arousal for the photographer to take photos for the

contest ballot then let herself give out all kinds of personal information about her

family and herself. Now they wanted her to sign releases and take more nude photos

of her to pass around in a coffee table book. She was beginning to get cold feet

despite her still juicing pussy she could feel it leaving a wet spot on the chair that has

warmed and was now slipping under her ass and thighs. She was considering putting

her clothes on and walking out, but she already owed Spike $100.

Somehow it felt like she had had created an agreement, an obligation she was afraid

of, she felt as if she had sold herself to him and had no choice but to do what Spike

told her to do. How could she have ever let her body take control like that? It was as

if she had no control any more as her mind heard that familiar snick of another door

closing. She belonged to Spike, he said so.

She was conscious but her mind was in a daze. How could this be happening? How

could she have let them talk about her as if she were property, an object that could be

owned? Then a seemingly rational thought rescued her from this scary line of

thought, “Oh well slavery was illegal she couldn't be owned by anyone so it had to be

just trash talk to scare her” It seemed to be working. The chair was so wet, Sydney

didn't know if she peed herself or her pussy was juicing like some late night TV food

processor demonstration as she squirm uncomfortably sitting naked in the armless oak

chair as people passed by.

As she sat there thinking of putting her clothes back on, leaving and borrowing $100

from Sandi to pay off Spike, he interrupted her and said in a soft voice as the back or

his hand brushed her hair off her forehead away from her eye and said softly, “you

look nervous pet, you realize its a bit late to change your mind for you?

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But if thats what you feel you need to do, don't worry, Sylvia was just trying to scare

you I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.

You can pay me back later but I sure would have liked to see you dance like the sexy

slut I know you are. I agree with the photographer that photo set you just shot was

awesome” Sydney felt reliever, Spike wasn't going to hold her to her promise; she

was proud of herself having pleased Spike with her photo shoot, there weren't any

threats or pressure as expected. She could back out just like the BDSM party. Spike

was a professional and didn't need to harass anyone. He probably had all the girls he

wanted and didn't need to pressure Sydney. Spike seemed secure and confident that

she would pay him back or dance.

Ignoring Sydney's hesitation as if Spike hand said anything, Silvia handed the

shivering naked girl some papers and a pen and said. “The first one is a disclaimer

that says you are an independent contractor not an employee of the club and that you

are responsible for your costume and all accessories and special training meals and

the like. There is a also a question about your professional status. Only amateurs can

enter so you have to swear you have never stripped before. The other is an

assignable contract that only takes effect if you win. You have to sign it now without

changes to collect the prize money” she added with a sneer. Silvia reiterated the

terms of the contract saying “Its an assignable contract controlling the sale of your

services as a stripper and employee that says you agree to work for the owner of the

contract in the event you win the contest and obey certain other rules as may become

necessary as stated in the contract”. Seeing Sydney's hesitation Sylvia continued less

stridently.

Its routine all the previous winners have signed it. The only thing you need to

remember is that is unbreakable. The Owner will pay for your attorney to look it over

but the simplest thing is that if you don't want to work as a stripper, don't sign it now.

Withdraw now before you get in too deep for someone as naïve as you are.

The Owner doesn't like to waste time on hawkers who just think they want to be

strippers. Thats why they offer the chance for you to have a lawyer look it over

anytime you want as long as you are employed.

Attached is an irrevocable power of attorney giving the Owner of the contract the right

to make all import or professional decisions for you so long as you are under contract.

This is just a formality so that they can apply the terms of the contract. If you are not

prepared to be under contract just say so NOW. I'll give Spike his $100 back. The

other paper is an application for insurance. The club insures all its property at their

cost and they are the beneficiary. They protect assets of theirs which you are as long

as you are under contract. The last paper is a standard models release of all rights to

any photos or recordings of your performances or publicity shots.

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Its routine, everyone signs it and it keeps us out of trouble if you decide later you

don’t want to be a stripper. If you don't want to be a stripper or compete in the

contest don't sign it. Having been told not to sign the contract several times, Sydney

signed the forms hardly looking at them including the one that said Spike had

revocable power attorney and the one that said Contract was on of Indenture was also

owned by DB corp in partnership with Spike. There was also a blank promissory note

saying she owed Spike money and her income would be paid to him until her debt was

paid off. Not planning to owe him longer than it took to get back to the apartment

and borrow the money from Sandi she didn’t pay any attention to it or any of the

other contracts at all. She figured she could take the money and if she didn't like it

just quit.

After all no court would uphold a contract that made a slave out of her, would they.

Slavery was illegal. Besides they didn't seem to care if she signed or not and had told

her not to sign several times. Clearly it made no difference to anyone but Sydney if

she won the contest and got a job as a stripper so why not sign? She could always

have a lawyer look at it and they paid. What harm could be done letting them insure

her body? She had already convinced herself stripping was the only option to get

money for school. “Fuck them if they cant take a joke” Sydney thought sarcastically

as she scribbled her signature on the last page.

Handing the signed forms back to Silvia with her drivers license she was surprised

when Sylvia just made a copy of everything handed the copy, and her drivers license

back telling Sydney to get up and stand in front of the sheet on the wall; holding her

drivers license under her chin, reading the teleprompter as she held the poses of the

model appearing in the other flat screen.

The nameless photographer video taped her as legal record of her age and consensual

willingness to work as a stripper per the contract and give power of attorney to the

owner of the assignable contract. Silvia also droned on, telling her it was just routine

the club had to protect itself and stripping wasn't a routine normal business so things

were different. It made sense, once the club had her trained they couldn't afford to

let her go until they got their money back with a profit. Surely Sydney understood,

and she did, sort of at least enough to continue.

As she was being video taped the naked girl nervously posed and recited, “ My name

is Sydney Silver stone I am 19 years old, I am not a virgin, and am a student at St.

Ignatius College. I am entering the stripping contest at the Blue Dolphin of my own

free will and accord. No one has threatened or coerced me to sign. In fact I have

been repeatedly told not to sign and that I could have an attorney review the contact

at the owner's cost. No one pressured me not to have the attorney look at the

contact before signing.

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I agree to the terms of the assignable contract and will work for the Blue Dolphin

Corp. or subsequent owners of the contact as a stripper/waitress or in any other

capacity under the terms of the contract if I win the $500 first prize. I am single and

do not live with anyone and am not in a relationship. My parents are John and Mary

Silverstone of 117 Norwood St, Norcross. It bothered her to give out her parents

name and address but she did. When she posed with spread pussy she was told to

hold the drivers license under her pussy or on top of her erect exposed clit after she

pushed the hood back as she repeated,. 'I'm an adult and no one can speak for me

other than those who have power of attorney, which only goes into effect if I win the

contest”. As soon as the shaking girl finished Spike took the license from her and said,

“OK Sexy, that was great, now assume the rest of the still shot poses the

photographer tells you and hold them for as long as he tells you.” You will be glad

once its over that you tried your best to show what a naturally sexy stripped you will

be and are willing to do anything to win. Remember this is not just a prank you really

will do anything to win, isn't that so? Don't worry about the photos they will be

professionally done and not go on the Internet or be passed around for free.

They will go into your “glamor book” which will be available for $100. You will receive

half of the $100 for every book purchased but only if you win the contest. It you

refuse to sign the contract now before you win or refuse to collect the money if you

win the club will keep the photos since you already sold them to the club. If you like

to listen to me my advice it that its best to win and sign the contract. After you win

there is a confirming initial you need to put on some pages of the contract as a

precaution. Sounds like a lot paper work at this time, but its not if you win. If you

win it will change your life forever little pet, I promise you that.

Sydney was naked and nervous standing there felling warm and secure in Spikes arms

while the photographer and Sylvia watched as he caressed her body, her beasts,

nipples pussy, belly, thigh, ass cheek as he whispered in her ear. Sydney had been

about to protest taking more nude photos of her but the look in Spikes eyes when she

turn her head to tell him, stopped her cold?

She could see he would broke no hesitation as he said “OK lets move it sugar pants”.

Sydney was put through a series of very erotic and pornographic poses including

several of her with an 8” black dildo; licking it, sucking it, lying on the floor legs widely

spread rubbing it on and pushing it into her pussy and anus.

When she objected that nothing had ever been up her ass; Spike brought over a pink

3/4” dildo that was only 6” long and some KY lube. Handing the lube to Sydney Spike

told her to lube up the inside of her asshole and on the outside of the pucker and

squirt some on the dildo and instructed her how to ease smaller anal dildo in her

asshole and masturbate for the video while fucking her ass on the dildo like it was a

lap dance.

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Sydney was getting scared, this wasn't what she thought stripping would be. She had

never masturbated in front of anyone and was embarrassed terribly. She was being

asked to do all kinds of weird things under the control of someone else but she did as

Spike asked because she was with him and she knew he would protect her, at least

she did at that moment. Sydney's face was burning red with humiliation and

embarrassment that grew deeper when Spike told her she would need to be able to

do this without blushing in the Thursday elimination but it was cute for now. She was

thankful the dildo was lifelike and had a suction cup on the bottom the kept it stuck in

place when she lifted her ass up high to the end before letting her ass slide down it

again. No one had even seen her masturbate except Sandi and to have to do it in

front of three strangers fully clothed and anyone who might come by the public

corridor and open door of the room was too much. Sydney was on the verge of

getting up, demanding her clothes and leaving until she saw the look in Spikes eyes

and again froze. Spike seemed to have power to control her like no one else ever

had.

It was like looking at a cobra about to strike was all she could think and she dared not

disobey. She was with Spike and he would take care of her, wouldn't he?. Sydney was

confused. She belonged to him didn't she? Spike said so didn't he? But it wasn't right

she didn't belong to anyone. She wasn't property that someone could own was she?

Spike would take care of her. He only wanted to do what was best for her to help her

win the contest and she desperately needed to win. She had said she would do

anything to win, anything. Sydney realized, If she didn't win she might as well pack up

and go home to her parents in defeat. She felt like her life was out of her control so

she just did as she was told until they were done shooting the photos they wanted.

When she was done Sydney reached for her clothes to get dressed but stopped when

Spike called out to a girl walking by, “Sherrie'' take care of of my pet Sydney, she is

with me and needs some training in how to behave. Taking the frantic eyed, naked,

scared looking girl by the hand with an arm around her shoulder Sherrie asked “what

name do you want to use for a stage name honey”? When Sydney still looked

confused. Sherrie explained. “Look pet most people don't use their real names when

dancing naked so come up with something we can use that sounds sexy. We cant just

say you are Spikes pet can we? My real name is Jennifer and I chose Sherie because

it sounded sexy to me.

When Sydney couldn't think of anything Spike noticed her crystal earrings sparkling

and said, “put down Krystal.” “I kind of like that name so from now on around here

your name is Krystal with a K so don’t forget it” pet. Silvia put the stage name on

Sydney's papers including the contract and asked her to initial them before telling

Sherri to inform the DJ that the new trainee dancers name is Krystal and for him to

give her a build up as a first timer.

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Spike told Sherrie, “I want you to give Krystal some pointers, advise and help her with

her costume and make up for these first few practice gigs and make sure she was

ready for the first contest elimination Thursday. She wont be on until later tonight

but I want her to learn as much as she can before the contest at the end of the month

and make sure she isn't eliminated before then. When this little split tail gets in the

contest and comes on stage I want her to look, act and walk like the hotest piece of

tail ever to strip for the fun of it because she likes to show off her body. Everyone will

just know she wants to show them how much she loves being with me, being mine.”

Then Spike said, “Oh and Krystal I want you to come back every day even if you

aren’t dancing so Sherrie and some others can help train you unless I find an alternate

method or person”. That means you dance one set a night for the rest of the month

unless you get eliminated. You don't want to be eliminated do you pet?

Since the votes are collected every night the more you dance the more votes you get.

That along with the final contest applause vote will determine the winner. The other

girls will get to practice too but I will see that you get as much practice time as you

need to be sure you win, I get my money back and you are under contract for as long

as you are valuable to the owner of the contract”. Sherri piped up and let Sydney

know Spike had a lot of influence in the club and if said she would win she could but

she had to want it so bad she would do anything. You are willing to do anything

aren't you pet?

She told Sydney, “being Spike's pet makes you untouchable and with his help you are

sure to be contracted”. Sydney wondered if he was that powerful and wanted her so

much why didn't they just give her the job without all the demeaning hurdles to jump

through but realized he must be wanting to teach her something by doing it this way.

Sydney didn't realize it but she had stumbled on something, they didn't just want her

they wanted her trained and conditioned to suit their needs. But she didn't quite get

understand what that meant to her future.

Though she could feel something was odd about the whole process she didn't realize

exactly what. Sherrie advised her that “as Spike's pet you will get preference in all

things and no one would mess with you”. Spike told the somewhat dazed young girl,

”By the way I think you look really hot and you should make a bundle; sexy or should

I call you Krystal? Because I like you and will do what I can to help you win. Pay

attention to what Sherrie tells you.”

Spike added. “And you Sherri make sure you help Krystal so she can look and dance

like a born stripper”. Obviously Spike thought Sydney was hot she felt a certain pride

in that knowledge especially when she moved he thighs and found she was very wet.

Sydney thought Spike was hot too in a bad boy kind of way and really appreciated all

he had done to help her so she replied. “Thanks Spike I promise I wont let you down.,

I promise, I'll do whatever it takes to win.

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Chapter 11- Krystal

Before Krystal walked off with Sherrie, Spike told her “You get 4 minutes on stage, you

can chose the music or take what they have, oh and because you are a newbie and

kind of nervous, you don’t have to get entirely nude but I have to be brutally honest if

you want better tips. There is no way you will get by the elimination and win the

contest unless you go totally naked, every part of your body as soon as you can and

you show it around like you want them to get a good look at it. When you leave the

stage everyone will have seen the hole inside your cunt and up your wide open

asshole if you want to win. No one can touch you other than to put money in your

garter or thong unless you want them to. If anyone touches you that you don’t want

to touch you just tell me. I'll see that no he never touches anything for a while.

Somebody will be around to let you know when you are on but it wont be for at least

half and hour in the meantime Sherrie will help you get ready.”

“OK” Spike she said with a happy grin, she was beginning to take a liking to the bad

boy looking Spike who smiled back at her and wished her good luck and slapped her

bare ass gently reminding her how his hands had felt on her body. Sydney suddenly

felt less threatened and a lot better brushing off the scary part where she had to sign

all the papers and was warned not to sign it if she didn't want to be bound by the club

contract. It was just a formality after all. Spike would take care of her and protect

her. She was with Spike now, she belonged to him. Somehow thinking the words, “ I

belong to Spike now” sent a chill up her spine. People didn't belong to anyone,

Sydney thought but she some how felt she did belong to Spike. Even knowing she

didn't have to let him treat her like ab object that belonged to him. She could always

walk away like she had at the BDSM parties. But Sidney realized this was different, it

wasnt a game and she had need to feel wanted. She wanted to feel as if she

somehow belonged to him.

Sydney didnt think she would win without Spikes help. Whatever he said she had to

go along with or she would be wasting her time. She needed the job, needed the

$500. Sydney was comitted to obeying Spike. She was his property in all ways she

told herself this over and over. For Spike to speak like that it was, well it was just his

way of saying she was his girl. Sherrie really meant to say Sydney was Spikes girl

didn't she?” This was a might strip club nor some BDSM game playing bunch where

people said things like “You are his property, you are a pet, just like a pet dog”. She

was reminded of the collared slaves at the BDSM party that were referred to as pets

and kept telling herself this was different. It was a public club and she was voluntarily

displaying her naked body not playing at being BDSM sex slave. She was dancing

naked by her own choice. She wasn't being treated like a real pet, but somehow

Sydney felt as though she was missing something.

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Maybe she needed the security of belong to someone but not as a pet? Could that be

true, no she reassured herself itas just the confusion and being kept naked in public

but she wanted to be a stripper to be naked in public didn't she. She was confusing

herself she decided, just do it. Still Sydney wondered to herself “Fuck what did he

mean she was his now; belonged to him. I didn't say I wanted to be his girl did I?”

Sydney didn't belong to anyone but if that was the language they used to show she

was protected by Spike. Sydney would go along but to tell people she belonged to

Spike was scary and she wasn't going to be the one saying it.

What if Spike did think she really belonged to him? If she belonged to someone that

meant she was property like a pet didn't it. But pets were property werent they?

Sydney didn't want to become property all she wanted to do was make a few extra

dollars to pay her school bills She chose to believe that Spike meant she was under

his protection in a way most could understand. The dressing room had a long counter

with a counter to ceiling mirror. A dozen chairs were set out in front of the counter.

Some of the chairs had wraps and stuff on them and were in front of places where

stuff was on the counter. Obviously belonging to the regular dancers the opposite wall

was covered with lockers most of whom had missing keys. Sherrie told Krystal to put

her stuff in one and handed her a small lock and key telling her, “Keep this key on a

chain around your neck or wrist”. Just grab an empty space. I noticed you shaved

your labia and that’s good; the guys get off on bald cunts. But that landing strip on

your Mons is going to distract them. You would be better off completely bald.”

“If you want I can shave it for you. There are razors and shaving cream in the

bathroom, Sherrie pointed at the only other door at the end of the room. Krystal

decided to do what Sherrie advised and said “sure lets shave it off if you think it will

put more money in my pocket. Why not I am stripping naked a little hair isn't going

to make me less naked.” With that Sherrie was off to get the shaving stuff. Sherrie

came back with a bowl of warm water a face cloth, shaving gel and a safety razor.

As Krystal sat on the chair with her legs split wide open Sherrie lathered up her Mons

and labia too. A couple of dancers came in and said Hi to Sherrie commenting on her

being on her knees again, intimating she was doing something with Krystal she did

with others. Krystal said “Hi my name is Krystal and Sherrie is helping me get ready”.

Neither girl seemed friendly and walked off with a humpf. As soon as Sherrie had

shaved Krystal's pussy all over again and wiped it with the warm wet clothe before

drying her off and rubbing a warming lotion on her labia that made her pussy wetter.

Krystal got up and took, out her costume and began to dress. When she was done

Sherrie put on some music and told Sydney to dance and strip so she could see how

good she was. Krystal had never stripped for anyone but now she was doing it in a

room with an open door for Sherrie in front of a couple of off duty strippers. Though

she knew she would be doing it on stage in a half hour, it still felt kind of naughty.

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As she danced Sherie made suggestions including how to make floor moves once she

was naked and suggested she bring a towel or cloth to put on the dirty floor so she

wouldn’t dirty her body and could give the guys in front a really great show of her

bald cunt. Somehow having her pussy called a cunt seemed crude but arousing.

Sydney/Krystal didn’t want to use that word it made her feel dirty somehow but it also

made her pussy wet. When it was her turn to dance, Sydney stepped out into the hall

in her costume, the only addition was a red garter on her right leg. Spike was there.

As soon as he saw her he exclaimed “boy do you look hot”.

She was just about to strip naked in front of a bunch of fully clothed men in public,

yet somehow standing here in front of Spike dressed in her costume she felt nervous

and awkward as he looked her over even if she did think he was kind of cute. Spike

was holding a $10 bill that he slipped down the front of her cutoffs inside her thong,

the edges of the rolled bill scratching her chit and sending goose bumps all over he

body as he pushed and tugged. Spike couldn't help but rub the slippery labia split by

the thick crease of the shorts. The feeling of his hands made her pussy very wet.

About 30 seconds later she heard the song she had picked play and the DJ yell out,

“Lets hear it for the lovely Krystal. Tonight for the first time she is going to bare it all

for you dirty old men, lets hear it for the sexy Krystal and with that she strutted on

stage in front of about 30 men in the audience in the glare of the spotlight.. There

wasn’t a woman in the place.

Sydney noted there was a table of bikers to one side of the stage almost even with it.

It was a horseshoe shaped booth and the table had its own stripper pole and there

were spotlights on the table and it had two end seats facing the audience partly, one

of which was occupied by Spike flanked by his biker buddies . As she danced about

the stage Spike and his buddies cheered and she gave him a wink and a smile as well

as shaking her ass and tits at him. It made her feel sexy and naughty as hell being so

blatantly sexual. After about 30 seconds she took off the first bikini top leaving the

tiny thin top clinging to her swollen erect nipples like a second skin.

Everyone could see she was aroused. Another 30 seconds after having bent and

shown the bottom half her bare ass and bald labia split by the center crease to the

audience and Spike she hooked her thumbs in her cut offs and teasingly dropped

them to the floor before kicking them to the back of the stage now she was almost

naked and quickly took off the tiny bikini top and played with her breasts to the

hooting and cheering of the crowd, She realized she was loving it and her pussy was

soaking wet. After dancing on the pole a bit she took off the lacy thong leaving her

with the tiny G string that was splitting her bald pussy lips and the shiny wet pink

inside ones, the black tiny patch covering her swollen clit. In back the thin string

didn't hide her pink pucker; it just split it like a black thread.

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She decided not to go all the way her first time and kept the tiny g string that was

really no more than a piece of string buried in her cunt and running up her crease

over her pink pucker. All the time she was giving Spike winks as she moved her body

suggestively at him inviting him to fuck her. The bikers were hooting and hollering

and it got the rest of the room excited.

When she gathered up her tips dressed in the tiny G string headed off the stage;

there were a lot of yells “Take if ALL Off” and guys waving bills at her when she

danced near but she decided not to go nude and scampered back stage. Back in the

dressing room she put on her street cloths and began to count her tips. There were

several women there some leaving some getting ready to go on.

She was disappointed the tips were nowhere near $400. Instead, even with the $10

from Spike, she only had $79 but that wasn't bad for 4 minutes and she had enjoyed

dancing for the men. She really had enjoyed it and as she had danced the words of

the bartender about the naked girl fucking the guy having a lap dance on the Flat

screen whispered through her mind. “Forfeited all right to modesty, now she is free,

free to do anything she wants.” and she thought so thats what it feels like to be free.

Ohmygod, and her pussy had twitched so much she thought she was going to have an

orgasm on stage and began to burn in humiliated excitement thinking, “how can I be

humiliated and ashamed doing this and feel so free?”

The conflicted feelings were very confusing to the naïve young girl. She found it very

arousing and her pussy was very wet. She couldn't pay Spike back his $100 after

having stripped virtually naked anyhow. Now she wished she had stripped naked and

more crudely displayed her wet cunt, maybe masturbate for them thinking maybe he

will give me another chance and hoping he did because the alternative wasn't

acceptable.. As she exited the dressing room she ran into Spike, She was ready to

hand him what she had of his $100 when he waved her off and told her “we don’t

usually do this for first timers but there was a lot of demand for you to go totally nude

and I know the G-string wasn't much but they want it off because somehow that will

make you more naked.

If you agree to go nude and show it off the next time I'll see if we cant get you back

on stage for another 8 minutes. With two songs you can dance naked the whole time

for the last song on the pole and stage. What do you say, want to do it” he said with

a smile and a wink. Sydney winked back and said “I guess I can lets do it” she said

flashing him a quick smile. Shaking her braless breasts at him, she lifted the crop top,

pinched her erect swollen nipples between her fingers as she cupped and massaged

the aureole and breasts in the palms of her hand, stroking out in a milking motion

and mouthed a kiss. “Oh and when you are done go back and put on you cut offs and

bikini top for me will you. Don't bother with the G-string or thong if they are wet. No

point in being uncomfortable. You don't need the outer bikini top either.

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You can hang with us at our table. “Most of the girls hang out with the audience or

waitress between dances and you might as well get used to it.“ “Sure” Sydney

answered a bit confused. In spite of her confusion she went back into the dressing

room put her street clothes in the locker, pulled on her cut off without the thong or G

string and put on the smaller of the bikini tops and her 6” heels. As she was dressing

a woman came in with a bag and said “my name is Esmeralda; Spike sent me to help

you out with a few things. I know what he likes his pets to wear.” She sat Sydney

down and did her make up over and fooled with her hair a bit before reaching in the

bag and pulling out a handful of black plastic wrist bangles. Esmeralda shoved a stack

up each wrist before taking a soft leather collar with rhinestones on it that buckled in

the front with a little leash D ring which she buckled around Sydney's neck.

She was instantly reminded of the collared and leashed blond on the Flat screen and

the leash and collar the Dom had put on her at the party. Esmeralda said, “Spike

loves collars and cuffs” she said as she buckled the collar on Sydney's neck, tightly.

Cool Sydney answered noncommittally. “Wow do you look hot” Esmeralda exclaimed

excitedly as she made Sydney look in the mirror. Thanks Sydney said without much

enthusiasm as she remembered the last time she wore a collar wondering what she

might be getting into. She thought it looked slutty but then she was in a strip club

and going to strip naked in a few more minutes so who was she to say it looked slutty.

The collar did feel comfortable and it was only an inch wide, no more than an choker

like a lot of girls wore than a slave collar and it didn't lock on. If someone locked a

collar on her neck she would freak, only slaves wore collars. Esmeralda led Sydney by

her collar back out into the corridor where Spike was waiting. “Wow, Sexy, now that’s

what I was talking about, thanks Esmeralda” Spike said with a smile as he hooked a

finger in the D ring and began to lead Sydney down the corridor. Thanks Sydney said

blushing all over with embarrassment as she felt the tug of the collar as she was led

like an animal out to her Master was the thought flashing in Sydney's mind. She

spent the next half hour sitting with Spike, two biker buddies and Esmeralda in the

audience.

Hanging meant sitting mostly in Spikes lap with her legs splayed open on either side

of his with her back against his chest, topless, with her cutoffs unbuttoned as he

caressed her pussy or nipples idly as he spoke to one of the other bikers. Being

handled like a pet as the crowd watched the embarrassed her terribly but she was

aroused and didn't care in minutes of being topless. Stripping was one thing allowing

her naked body to be handled like she was some kind of pet was another. What was

worse she realised she liked it, she couldn't help the feelings in her pussy and body

that shivered in constant arousal. Between getting Spike and his buddies beers from

the bar and occasionally one for a table that got her attention as she passed, Sydney

had time to watch the other dancers to get ideas and found herself enjoying the time

more than she had anything in recent memory.

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Finally it was time for her second chance this time to be totally naked. The DJ gave

Spike a cue and he told Sydney to get ready to dance but leave the collar and

bracelets on for me will you sexy”. Sydney thought why not the collar did look sexy

once she was back in the dressing room again. Quickly slipping off her cutoffs she

pulled on the tiny G string leaving off the thong and putting both bikini tops back on.

She was ready to go and there was a much bigger audience this time, she had

decided to go totally nude as soon as possible and to do pole dances and floor moves

where she could flash her wide spread bald pussy in the faces of the guys sitting

around the edge of the stage, she had watched the other girls and noticed how they

walked over on their knee spread their legs wide and rubbed their clits making sure

the garter was within reach of as many men as they could find shuffling along the

edge of the stage so they could look up her open slickly wet hole. Gathering up the

small blanket she found in the dressing room, Krystal pranced on stage hiding behind

the blanket before dropping it near the front of the stage.

Walking back to the center she undid the outer bikini bra. Dropping it before turning

and caressing her breasts and nipples in the same milking motion she had used with

Spike until her nipples were huge; dancing back to the front she undid the small bikini

baring her breasts to the the crowd at the front of the stage as she bent over and

pulled on her he nipples, waving them at the crowd before standing. As she stood

back up she fluffed her breasts so they bounced down when she let go and wiggled

her ass whose bottom half was hanging out of the cut off. This time as she danced

around the stage she unbuttoned the cutoffs and let them fall off as she wiggled her

ass. The crowd was screaming and yelling and not more than a minute and a half had

passed and she was naked but for her tiny G string, collar, bracelets and heels.

Strutting to the front she sat on the blanket, lay back and slipped off the G string

which she threw into the audience, yelling that who ever brought the G string back

would get a free lap dance, before squirming on the blanket so everyone could see

what her OBGHYN saw. even reaching around and caressing her open asshole before

getting up on wide spread knees to shuffle from on end of the stage to the other.

Every time she parted her legs to move side ways her wet pink hole was displayed.

All the time she was burning with humiliation at the idea someone might be

videotaping her lewd display and would show it to her parents she would die if they

ever saw this. By the time she reached the other end the garter wouldn't hold any

more money and she was letting them stuff bills under her collar and tug on the ring

to hold her while they pinched her nipples. Near the end of the second song some of

the bolder guys were pushing bills into her cunt and ass hole. When her time was up

she threw all the loose bills and her clothes in the blanket and wiggled her way off the

stage to loud cheering wiggling her ash cheeks with bills sticking out like flags to the

great amusement and cheers of the crowd. She couldn't believe how wet her cunt was

and it must be a cunt she had shown it to everyone in 10 states she laughed to

herself. She felt wonderful, Free.

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So this was what it felt like to have no modesty, she thought of the blond with the

septum ring that belonged to Hawk and wondered if she as in competition with her for

the prize or had she already become the property of the club. When she arrived back

in the dressing room Spike was waiting for her. He was sitting on a chair with his feet

on the counter so his face was at pussy height. She didn’t know why but she was

holding the blanket in front to hide her naked body when Spike came in the dressing

room, after having shown it to the world. She looked at Spike and at his nod dropped

the blanket. When he asked how much she made she got down and knelt nakedly in

front of him automatically spreading her knees as if she was still on stage and counted

her tips. Turning on knees and elbows with her back arched over wide spread knees

brazenly asking Spike to pull the bills out of her asshole and cunt.

As the scratchy bills slid out of her asshole and cunt, she felt like such a huge slut her

cheeks burned. When he was finished wiping the pussy juices off them on the blanket

joking he should have made her lick them clean. She had a total of $267. Spike

locked his eyes on hers and asked “Do you see what happens when you strip naked as

soon as possible, Guys don't pay to see sluts wearing clothes they only want to see

the slut. That is why I want to keep you naked so you will get used to it.

Pets need only a collar and a leash. Do you understand why I like collars now pet?

When you became a slut stripper, you forfeited all right to modesty and privacy. From

now on your preferred dress is to be naked even at home. Do you understand, and

she remembered being kept naked by Sandi and told him how she had been naked

when Sandi's girlfriends came over. Spike took note of the availability of a possible

confederate in training Sydney and resumed talking. “Once you have become used to

being naked all the time the crowd will sense how slutty you are the minute you walk

on stage or wait on tables. Now do you have classes tomorrow in the morning?”

When Sydney said “no I don't have any classes until 2pm.”

Spike told her “ I want you back here tomorrow morning at 9am so I can have one of

the better dancers show you some moves.” Sydney replied “No can do. Its not that I

don't want to come back but I have to study”. Spike gave her that menacing look that

reminded her she was with him now and that meant she did what he told her to do if

she wanted to win. The collar seemed to have tightened as Spikes finger slipped

inside the D ring and Sydney continued to object, “But I have to study” was all Sydney

could mumble which Spike ignored telling her. “I don't care if you have to bring your

books with you and study here I want you here.

Finally unable to sustain her argument longer the half naked girl looked down and said

“OK I'll be here”, Before she could say anything else Spike grasped her by the waist

and lifted her to sit on the dressing table as he told her. “There is one thing you need

to do for me before you leave”.

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With that he spread her legs and stepped into her cunt pulling his zipper down as she

slipped her crop top off, threw her arms around his neck and rubbed her swollen

nipples into his leather vest. The loud “ungh” Sydney grunted could be heard in the

club as Spike drove his cock into her sopping wet cunt. As soon as he was seated she

wrapped both legs around his waist and began humping back wildly as she scattered

make up and other bottles all over the floor as Spike fucked her silly. Finally Sydney

could hold back no longer and even though Matt one of Spikes biker buddies had

come into the room she screamed out her orgasm as she humped even more wildly

on his cock that was shooting cum deep inside her cunt. As Spike pushed Sydney off

his cock Matt whispered something in his ear causing him to reply. “OK I'll take care

of it, you take care of my pet for me”. Sydney lay back naked with legs spread wide.

cum leaking out of her bald cunt as Spike walked off telling her to “do what Matt tells

you to do until I get back, understand pet?”

Chapter 12- Rude Penetration

Before Sydney could respond Matt stepped in, dropped his pants and slipped his cock

into the well lubricated cunt lying in front of him. Sydney soon had her legs wrapped

around his waist as Jake and Todd came in followed by several dancers who ignored

the panting naked girl being fucked on the makeup counter. Just as she was about to

cum Mat stepped back from the counter, pulled Sydney off his cock and told her to

“turn around , bend and put your hands on the edge of the counter keep those legs

spread slut.“ Without thinking Sydney did as she was told. Matt kicked her feet apart

and reached inside her crease to rub pussy juice on her gaping asshole causing

another loud grunt to escape the naked girl. Before her thoughts were gathered Matt

had moved in and shoved his cock up Sydney's gaping asshole. His cock was much

thicker than the small dildo she had used in the photo shoot never the less the dildo

had opened her enough make Matt's entrance enjoyable if noticeable. Sydney's body

betrayed her and she was soon pushing back onto his cock as her orgasm built.

Suddenly Matt lifted Sydney off the floor, stepped back, still with his cock buried in her

asshole and sat in the chair placing Sydney's knees outside next to his thighs as he

pulled her back on his cock ordering her to fuck herself on his cock and cum like a

good little pet. Sydney was in a total state of arousal and began to immediately lift

her ass of his cock and slam it back down legs spread outside his as her cunt gaped

open in the eyes of his two buddies. Once she had gotten going good, Mat began to

spank her wide open wet cunt and clit harder and harder as he urged her to cum on

his cock in her ass. With his other hand Spike grasped her pony tail pulled her head

back and whispered in her ear what a sexy slut she was over and over complementing

her on the way her asshole gripped his cock and how silky smooth if felt sliding his

cock in and out of the well lubricated hole.

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Finally the pain in her cunt and clit reached a level that caused Sydney to scream her

orgasm as she wildly fucked her ass on Matt's cock while it spurted cum up her

pulsating asshole. As soon as she stopped shuddering she collapsed back in Matt's

lap. To her surprise, he stood, turned and sat her now loose cum filled asshole easily

down on Jakes cock where she was again urged to fuck her ass on his cock as he

began to softly spank her sopping wet cunt and swollen clit. As soon as he was

bottomed out in Sydney's asshole Jake began to spank her cunt and clit with

increasing the speed and frequency of the blows until Sydney began fucking her

asshole on his cock while Matt and Todd looked on. As soon as Sydney screamed her

3rd anal orgasm Jake stood and dropped her on Todd's cock where the process was

repeated. As Todd was holding the shuddering post orgasmic Sydney Spike came

back and noticing they were fucking his pets asshole, he motioned for Todd to drop

her asshole on Spikes cock where he repeated the process but as he spanked

Sydney's cunt she began to sob, cry and beg not to have her cunt beaten.

Spike agreed so long as she would fuck her asshole to orgasm on his cock while

cleaning the cocks of his buddies with her mouth, which the sobbing girl did to her 4th

anal orgasm of the day as Matt's cock burst past the obstruction in her throat and he

buried himself in her throat with his pubic hair up her nose as she thrashed and

squirmed impaled as if on a spit on the two cocks. When Spike stood he let the

naked girl slip off his cock and fall in a heap at his feet ordering her to go clean herself

up and come back so he could take her home. Sydney tried to stand and couldn't so

she crawled naked leaking cum from her gaping asshole. The cunt juice mixed with

cum from her cunt fell in big blobs on the floor to the disgust of the dancers in the

room. One of whom suggested the bikers have their fucktoy lick up the mess.

Taking pity on the poor girl Sherrie told them to “fuck off” helped Sydney to stagger to

her feet and into the bathroom where she sat Sydney on the toilet and pushed a wet

wash cloth inside. Sydney's gaping asshole and another up inside her cunt using the

handle from the toilet plunger she moved the washrags around to clean out the

dripping cum and juices.

To Sydney it felt as though her womb had a wash clothe in it and she was being

beaten with a cane inside her cunt. Once the two rags had been pushed fully up

inside both orifices as far as they could go Sherrie grabbed the loose end sticking out

of her asshole first an yanked it out. A gush of water cum and feces shot out with the

cloth into the toilet. Sherrie then grabbed the end of the cloth hanging out of

Sydney's cunt telling Sydney to clamp down on it as it pulled it free. The raw insides

of both of her gaping holes felt like they were burning. Flushing the toilet with two

rags in it wasn't going to work so Sherrie hooked the plunger handle in each of the

rags and pulled them out and dropped them into a pail before flushing. While Sydney

sat back her cheeks burning in humiliation and embarrassment.

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That she was naked on the toilet with the door to the dressing room open it caused

her to break down and begin sobbing. Sherri returned with two enema bottles. One

was used on her cunt and the other in her asshole whatever was in the bottles

burned but settled down as soon as the clean looking liquid shot out of her sore holes.

Taking the two empty bottles Sherrie told Sydney to wait; leaving the door open,

Sherrie took the bottles and filled them with wine after crushing some herbal

supplements vitamins and a Valium tablet in the wine. Sydney was then ordered to

get down on the floor and kneel on her knees and elbows. Inserting the lubricated

nozzle of one bottle in her cunt Sherrie shot the wine mixture up inside and pushing

the end of the bottle inside Sydney's cunt told her to hold it. Sydney's asshole

received the same treatment only the whole bottle was shoved up her ass. Sydney

imagined in her mind what she must look like kneeling on knees and elbows with two

bottles sticking out of her nether holes in the middle of the changing room.

Her mind was distracted by the feeling of her sore nipples dragging on the dirty floor.

Sherrie told her to hold everything in and that the solution would make the pain go

away and began to give the sobbing girl a sponge bath.

Once Sydney's body was clean Sherrie bathed the naked girl with a clean clothe

soaked with lubricating body wash and wiped her dry. By the time Sherrie finished

cleaning Sydney off she was able to stand holding the two bottles inside and clamping

down so there would be no leakage she hobbled into the toilet and let them shoot into

the toilet along with the unabsorbed wine, it was the most humiliating and

embarrassing day of Sydney's life. After washing and wiping between the dazed girls

legs, Sherrie, helped Sydney to the dressing room and got her dressed in her dancing

costume as Spike had ordered. The dazed girl was barely able to walk but the pain

killer and Valium with a touch of speed was working and Sydney felt better and

shocked to find herself still aroused and lubricating copiously between her smooth

bald labia. When dressed in her stripper costume, Spike told her to follow him and

get on back of his bike. Sydney winced as she threw a leg over the seat. Her

asshole and cunt were rubbed raw and she felt it even with the drugged wine enema

but she was still juicing to her surprise.

Wearing just the bikini top and cut offs with half her ass handing out was too

embarrassing for the dazed girl but Sydney didn't have the will to disobey Spike to her

shame and humiliation. She had never been used like this and her body was still

quivering in post orgasmic pain/pleasure as she automatically obeyed Spike, her

Master. Sydney didn't call him Master but she felt the urge because she had become

obedient to his wishes and that made him her Master in her own mind. Sherri hadn't

been able to clean all the cum off her Rhinestone choker and it still felt wet from the

water and cum on her neck as the air flew by. As they drove off, it reminded Sydney

she was still wearing Spikes choker. Sydney's mind was muddled and dazed by what

had happened to her.

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She hadn't fully grasped everything that had happened or that she was being

manipulated by Spike into becoming his sex slave and not just a stripper. Every time

she was naked and used she was rewarded and was quickly falling into the cycle of

risk/reward. Sydney's mind had been altered, she was completely convinced she

needed to be the best stripper ever, to win the contest, and she had to win for Spike

and the $500 prize. But through the haze of lust and pain wracking her body as she

bounced up and down on the seat rubbing her sore nipples on Spikes vest she was

beginning to wonder what she had done and doubt if she wanted to continue. Yet

somehow the vision of the collared girl fucking herself on the lap of the fully clothed

customer in the private lap dance room and the bartenders words noting that because

she had forfeited all right to modesty and privacy she was somehow free to let herself

be used like a total slut without feelings of recrimination, kept looping endlessly in her

mind as she compared herself to the collared girl the bartender said belonged to

Hawk. Spike said she belonged to him and Sydney would make sure he didn't need

Hawks girl or any other as long as she belonged to him; wondering why she wanted to

belong to Spike in the same way the collared Blond belonged to Hawk.

Yet, her face and whole body burned with the shame of being a fuck toy and dancing

naked for tips. She wasn't free she belonged to Spike. She didn't want to belong to

anyone. She didn't know how to get out of the situation she found herself in. She

was there of her own free will. That she couldn't seem to find the ability to say no to

Spike was irrelevant. She knew she should be able to. There were no chains holding

her. She could call a cab to take her home and have Sandi pay him when they arrived.

But the burning feeling in her asshole and pussy wasn't just because they were raw

from fucking, it was because of the arousal she felt. She had felt free and wonderful

while being used by Spikes biker buddies but she didn't feel that way now. She felt

terribly mortified, debased and used. She was ashamed of herself embarrassed and

humiliated but thankfully no one she knew witnessed her debasement. Her willing

consensual debasement.

Chapter 13 -Modesty Forfeited

Holding tightly to Spike Sydney tried to gather her well used body into some

semblance of normalcy. Finally they pulled up in front of an adult store XXX with

paper on the windows Spike helped her off the bike gently and holding her up with

one arm walked into the store telling her she needed new and better dance outfits as

he squeezed her bare ass cheeks in front of the customers and bystanders hanging

around the entrance to her chagrin. If he hadn't been handling her body like it was a

pet or toy the other arm around her would have been comforting but pain in her

asshole that shot in spikes with each squeeze of a bare ass cheek shot into her belly

like a hot poker. The poker caused her pussy to juice like a faucet. Once in the store

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Spike told the sales girl working there he wanted to dress his pet in some new

stripping outfits and gave her a list of what other toys he wanted to put on his pet

right now and others for later. Sydney was looking around for a changing room when

the girl brought the first outfit back. “Try it on pet”. The words stunned her and her

eyes pleaded as she said “but Spike, there is no changing room and there are people

in the store, I cant try it on here, I would have to take my clothes off in front of

them.” Indeed there were a dozen perverts looking things over when they came in.

Sydney couldn't strip naked in such a place even with a bad boy biker type to protect

her. “Thats OK pet, you need to remember what you are.”

“You just stripped naked in front of a roomful of people, then you let 4 guys give you

anal orgasms in public. You have forfeited all right to modesty. What difference does

it make if you strip naked here or in the club” Sydney realize; what right did she have

to modesty. Spikes words crashed upon her like a land slide. He was correct she was

a stripper Suddenly it dawned on Sydney, what difference did it make where she

stripped naked, it was what she was a stripper.

His words ripped into her soul at least it felt that way as she grasped for a legitimate

objection and found none. She had forfeited all right to privacy and modesty. If

Spike wanted his pet to strip naked in front of the customers she had no right to

object. Spike continued, “Let them help you pet and don't mind their hands you have

had plenty feeling your sexy body already. Having your naked body touched in public

makes you pussy juice, so enjoy it and let us all watch. Its no different than the club

and you have no modesty to protect any more and never will”,

As Sydney listened she felt fingers turning and twisting her nipples and others on her

belly and wet cunt lips while, others slipped in her still gaping asshole and stretched it

open so they could look inside. She wondered if anyone had a flashlight? Seeing how

big her asshole gaped Spike ordered a 3” anal plug which he had one of the perverts

insert in his sluts asshole as he held her head and shoulders stroking and petting her

hair like a real pet. Fuck she thought, who was she kidding she was a real pet.

Sydney groaned as the largest part of the plug slipped past the sphincter and then

sighed as the feeling of fullness calmed her. She felt her asshole sucking the plug all

the way in. The hands all over her body were driving her wild and she could feel her

orgasm building when Spike said “thats enough boys let the pet get dressed in peace.

You can watch but don't touch. Once the hands ceased to caress her body Sydney

was able to try on a half dozen outfits which Spike paid for. But she needed to cum.

She wanted to cum she did care who watched. She wondered how she would pay

him back and had a feeling she might not have to pay him with money. Spike ordered

some other things Sydney didn't see or pay attention to, which was good because

they were crops, straps, floggers along with suction cups for nipples and cli.t

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eral collars both leather and stainless steel with matching cuffs and and anklets

connected with heavy gage chain. Spike took all the toys and clothes and put them in

his saddle bag and leading her outside ordered Sydney to strip and put her clothes in

the other saddle bag and get on the bike behind him. Sydney paled she couldn't ride

around on a motorcycle naked and told Spike so. '“Hug me close pet and you wont

show any more skin than on the beach” Sydney stopped to think and realized he was

correct. Throwing one naked leg over the hot seat she almost burned her labia as she

scrunched forward on the sun warmed seat pressing her naked body into Spikes so

that his vest would hide the side of her bulging breasts as she felt the tender nipples

rubbing on his leather vest and heavy rough twill clothe patches that scratched them

terribly as they thundered off in a load roar on his Harley. When Spike arrived at the

apartment he made the naked girl heel him with her hands clasped behind her. She

felt like she had become a sex slave at some BDSM party but knew she was just a

shameless stripper who took her clothes off for the pleasure of men.

Sandi was surprised to see a naked Sydney standing on the porch with Spike who had

a stainless steel collar and lock in his hand. Putting the collar around the naked girls

neck and locking it on, he handed a bag to Sandi, apologizing to her for the cum

soaked Rhinestone collar that he asked her to dispose of since he was replacing it with

a real stainless collar for his pet now that she had shown what she was made of.

Wiping the tear stained cheeks of his pet Spike explained. ”Since you didn't take care

of you leather collar I have put a metal one on you that wont be stained by cum. I

want you to wear it all the time so I bought a lock to remove temptation from you.

“Put your hands on your new collar. Caress it and feel how cool and smooth it is. Do

you like wearing my collar. I don't think you ever told Sandi how good it feels to wear

a collar, my collar. Go ahead pet, tell her, Sandi wont be surprised will she?” Sydney's

hand rose and caressed her collar as if they belonged to someone else. Sydney

realized the collar didn't feel bad in fact it had a strange comforting feeling but there

was way to remove it. It was only an inch wide and the inside edges were rolled over

to prevent chafing.

It was light, fit nicely and while there was a 1.5” ring in the front it locked neatly with

the small master lock whose key Spike kept. While she was feeling her collar standing

naked under the porch light Spike handed Sandi the bag and told her there were

instructions, clothing and toys in it for his pet and asked if she would be willing take

care of Sydney for him. He explained Sydney needed some training and someone to

take her to the Mind and Body SPA and supervise her body conditioning. A bemused

Sandi watched the naked girl caress her first real collar with a look of awe and told

Spike, “of course I'll be happy to help you with Sydney but you will have to give me

complete control over her and the details.” And Sydney needs to convince me tTat she

not only needs this training but that she wants it.

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If you do that I will see that she is prepared to meet every detail on your list and

promise you that you will be satisfied 100%.” Spike was a bit taken aback, he hadn't

done a background check on Sandi and had thought her just a room mate who might

get a kick out of bossing Sydney around a bit. Now it looked like he had a willing and

capable conspirator in turning Sydney into a well trained fuck toy. Spike, said well I

can do that now lets see how Sydney feels. Reaching up an hooking a finger through

her collar ring Spike pulled the naked girl down on her knees and asked if she really

wanted to win the contest and the $500. Sydney was confused, she was naked under

a light in public and had been forced to her knees by her collar. She wanted to win

thats why she was naked no, what was Spike asking she wondered. He knew she

wanted to win so it must be something else. She hadn't been listening to what he

was saying to Sandi but had caught a bit about him asking Sandi to help him get

Sydney ready to win the contest.

Still puzzled she asked, uh yes, uh what do you mean, you know I have been training

with Sherrie and dressing the way you want and doing my best to be a good stripper?

So the answer is “yes I really want to win”. Spike squatted down next to the naked

girl and pulling her face to his hissed at her “well then you haven't been doing as well

as you need to win. When you are stripping you still look like a Sunday School

teacher embarrassed to wear a two piece bikini at the beach saying “I cant strip naked

in front of customers in the adult store”. Let me ask you “do you really think thats

how the winner of the Blue Dolphin Stripper Contest would” act.?”

'”You need to get used to being naked like you are now but at all times so that when

you get on stage and start to strip, the customers will know you are one hot slut who

is not only taking her clothes off for them but prefers to be naked rather than clothed.

You can only learn that by 24/7 training with someone like Sandi to insure you

conform. You will also need some things like cosmetic makeup and ex-foliation to

permanently remove all body hair below you chin and some other conditioning

exercises and tanning. The important part of the program is that you adhere to it

24/7 and the means you will need to be supervised by someone like Sandi and agree

to obey her completely without hesitation. Now do you understand? Yes or No Sir is

an appropriate response just don't use the word No”

“A Yes, Sir” that shaking girl managed to spit out. “Now Sandi has agreed to help you

get ready to win. All you have to do is beg her to supervise your training and promise

to obey all of her commands without question and to beg her to punish you if you fail

in any way to follow the training program I have set up for you. If there is no penalty

you wont care if you disobey. I will only be satisfied if there is a way to ensure you

obey and learn.” Now be a good little slut and crawl over to Sandi and beg her to take

care of your training program, promise to obey and beg to be punished if you do not.

Sandi needs to know that you really want to be trained and win this contest.

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Earlier today you were uncomfortable stripping naked in front of the customers at the

adult store trying on stripping costumes. These are the same people who can watch

you strip naked while drinking a beer at the Blue Dolphin, yet you were clearly

embarrassed to strip naked in the store. You need to be broken of such silly modesty,

You agree that when you became a stripper you gave up all right to modesty did you

not.” “uhuh Yes Spike I was embarrassed, yes you are right I gave up all right to

modesty when I agreed to become a stripper. You are correct.”

“Well do you want to win or not? To win the contest you need to convince the

audience when you are on stage that you not only like to take of you clothes for them

but that you feel comfortable naked and love squirming like a slut on the pole and

stage because its what you do and are all the time not just putting on an act for them

they want the real thing pet not an actress.”

“They need to believe that naked is your normal state and that you like being naked,

not just now for me, but everyone just like at the adult store. It has to be what you

have become it has to be natural.” Spike continued “The only way for you to do that

is accept Sandi as your mistress and trainer. Now crawl over and convince “her you

will obey her every command while you are training for the contest and beg to be

punished if you fail to comply perfectly”

Sydney, was shocked she really didn't want to be treated like a submissive by her

roommate but what choice did she have? Well perhaps it wouldn't be an worse than

going to the BDSM parties. As soon as Spike let go of her collar ring he pulled her

down and shoved her in Sandi's direction. Kneeling naked in front of Sandy on the

lighted porch the only thing she wanted to do was get inside so she quickly mumbled

a “ah yes Sandi I want you to help train me. Sandi just stared at the naked girl

kneeling nervously in front of her as she advised , “Thats not what I told your Master I

needed nor what he instructed you to do. If you cant even do what Spike tells you

while he is here I don't want the job of helping you learn to be a good stripper.

You need to convince me you want me to train you per the instructions of your master.

Get down on your knees and elbows, kiss my shoes and beg me to train you and beat

you if you fail to obey any of my instructions. If you can do that in a convincing way I

will take the job.” Ohmigod Sydney thought, she is being a little bitch making me beg

naked on my knees like some submissive slave slut and I have to convince her or

Spike will dump me.

Kneeling on knees and elbows on wide spread knees showing her asshole and pussy

under the porch light to anyone walking by; the shivering naked girl begged, “Mistress

Sandi please train me to lose my self consciousness about being naked ande my

beauty treatments at Mind and Body. Looking up hopefully the collared naked girl

waited permission to go inside and begin training assuming that Sandi was OK with

her request.

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It was then she noticed Sandi had her cell phone on AVI streaming video and heard

Sandi say. “Well pet that was a very poor performance. Do you expect me to be

convinced by it that you are really willing to obey my every command and will beg to

be punished if you don't? I can see you need a lot of work so rather than waste

Spike's time here I will simply order you to beg to be beaten for such a poor

performance and keep the video to remind you. Now let me hear you beg and kiss

my shoes as you beg to be punished”

Sydney, thought “what the fuck is she really going to be a bitch and play this game I

cant believe it But I can't let Spike go so, Ill do it this time and she began kissing

and licking Sandi's shoes as she begged to be beaten for failing to convince her

Mistress of her willingness to be trained, thinking calling Sandi Mistress was a good

ploy sure to satisfy her ego.

Sandi looked at Spike and accepted the leash and the bag as he thanked her and

ordered Sydney to go inside and kneel by the door with her hands clasped behind her

and back straight on wide spread knees to wait for Mistress Sandi to finish reading the

instructions and to beg properly to be punished once her Mistress was inside. When

Sandi came in Sydney was kneeling naked as instructed and instead of begging to be

punished asked Sandi immediately if it was OK to get dressed, informing Sandi she

had been naked all day and obviously feeling that this was sufficient naked time. The

stony look that Sandi gave her wasn't helpful and Sydney stopped talking. Sandi asked

the naked girl to spread her knees wider and clasp her hands behind her head while

moving her elbow back even with her shoulders and beg to be punished properly

explaining that since she wore Spikes collar and was referred to Mistress Sandi by

Spike as a pet, his pet, Sydney was going to be treated as a naked collared pet.”

Sandie then explained that Spike wanted her to get used to being naked all the time.

Pets didn't need or wear clothes and she was a pet wasn't she? Well pet have you

ever objected to being referred to as Spike's pet? He did ask you specifically if you

had any objection to belonging to him didn't he?

Sydney knew everything Sandi said was true. She had been asked if she wanted to

belong to Spike to be his pet, his property and she had agreed. So that was how she

was going to be dressed, in her birthday suit, unless some emergency like school

dictated otherwise. Telling her that this was how it was going to be Sandi explained

she had promised Spike she would make sure Sydney stayed naked and was taken to

the spa regularly for the list of treatments on the list in the bag.

Reaching inside the bag Sandi took out a heavy gage chain and clipping it to the D

ring on Sydney's shiny new stainless steel collar Sandi, tugged on the surprised naked

girls collar forced her to crawl after her toward the laundry/utility room, bathroom.

Sydney scurried on hand and knees breasts swaying and jiggling, not having been

given permission to stand and fearful if she asked she might be refused.

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The bedraggled tired and sore girl crawled as fast as she could happy at least that

they were heading for the bathroom. She desperately needed to pee and relieve her

bowels after having been ass fucked. In fact she was beginning to have cramps. The

first floor bathroom was really a laundry utility room and oversized with a drain and

concave floor to make it easy to clean and get rid of spills When Sydney started to

rise Sandi pulled her over on her side in a sprawl with a sharp tug of the leash and

ordered her to get up on knees and elbows and squat over the drain telling her. “if

you need to relieve yourself just let it go pet”. Sydney thought “what the fuck I am

not going to pee in the drain in the middle of the fucking floor” and refused. “Now let

me go to the real bathroom Sandi”. Sandi's stony look had ice dripping off it. All she

did was pull Sydney's chain taut and stare wordlessly at the naked girl. Sandi realized

this was a major moment between her and her prospective submissive.

If Sandi didn't impose her will and supremacy on the girl it would be all over. Sandi

was pretty, sure based on what she had seen of Spike, that he was sexually

manipulating Sydney. Sandi didn't care if Sydney lost her chance to be a stripper[ she

cared if she lost her chance to turn the naked young girl into her sexual plaything.

Sandi rarely ever lost a contest of wills and she had no intention of starting. Sydney

desperately wanted to win the stripping contest and had already invested emotional

and physical capital in the process. She couldn't win without Spikes help if she

understood Spike based on his shopping list and directions to train Sydney to be

comfortable naked all the time. When Sydney tried to stand again she was pulled over

with a sharp pull of the chain and advised by Sandi that if she didn't start to obey the

wishes of her trainer, she would be punished, noting that she had already earned a

punishment by not begging to be punished and after she was punished as agreed to

by Sydney when she promised her guide and protector, Spike, she would obey Sandi.

If Sydney didn't obey Sandi she would be punished and Sandi would have to tell Spike

Sydney didn't want to win the contest. The last was the strongest card in Sandi's

hand. As she felt the pull of her leash on the new collar put on by Spike, Sydney was

getting tired of the game and needed to pee so she told Sandi. “Cut the bullshit

Sandi, I am not some kind of sex slave, I'm your roommate and I wont be treated like

an animal” again she tried to stand and was pulled over to her side with the leash.

When Sydney tried to get up again, this time she was pulled over even more sharply

and found her neck pinned to the floor by Sandi standing on her leash near the collar.

it was as it her collar was locked to the floor and she couldn't even get to her knees

despite her struggles, she had no leverage.

Sandi smiled and said “This is your last chance pet”. “Fuck all” Sydney thought,

furiously grabbing Sandi's foot she struggled to get it off the chain, thrashing her

naked body all over the less than pristine floor of the laundry until Sandi told her “If

you don't obey you will be punished and then I will report back to your Master that

you were disobedient and didn't want to win that contest”

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Sydney was given the choice of being beaten with the flogger as she lay pinned on the

floor or standing and bending over so she could beg to be beaten with the cane. If

she stood for the cane Sandi wouldn't report her to Spike. Sydney screamed “Fuck

you, you crazy bitch I don't know who you think you are but I am not going to let you

cane my ass”. Sydney began to struggle and squirm against Sandi's foot until she

suddenly she felt the weight of a heavy flogger drive her body flat on the floor. With

out a word Sandi continued to beat the naked girl who had curled in a fetal position to

protect her breast and pussy which left her asshole and bottom of her pussy

vulnerable.

Sandi Didn't threaten or offer comment she just ruthlessly continued beating Sydney

all over, until she was a sniveling sobbing wreck with her body curled in fetal position

as she begged Sandi to stop “please stop I'll be good” over and over until Sandi

asked if she was ready to obey and beg to be punished. The stunned and sobbing

Sydney said “yes”. Sandi replied, “Then beg to be allowed to stand and be given 15

with the cane on your ass and tits”. Sydney shook her head no and exclaimed “why

are you doing this to me Sandi why are you so cruel”. Sandi replied with the heavy

flogger beating Sydney again and again with the heavy flogger all over her body until

she again begged to obey. Sydney felt as though a 50 pound bag of sand was being

slammed into her body and the flogger straps burned and left her body bright red all

over. Sandi informed the sobbing sniveling naked girl lying on the cold tile floor that

she was simply following Spikes instructions that included a copy of her agreement to

be trained by Spike to me the best stripper possible and that included being

comfortable being naked and handled all the time. If Sydney wanted to avoid

problems with Spike she would stop fussing and beg to be beaten with the cane.

She should also promise not to try to avoid the cane and to count each stroke and

thank Sandi by saying thank you Mistress Sandi please may I have another. Sydney

couldn't believe it she was being treated like some submissive slave at a BDSM party.

Knowing Sandi would keep her promise to tell Spike what happened and really flog the

crap out of her pinned as she was unable to resist in any way Sydney agreed to beg to

be beaten with the cane and not move or try to avoid the cane. Big tears were rolling

down the naked girls cheeks. She couldn't imagine how she got into this situation

from just trying to sign up for an amateur strip contest.

Sandi took her foot off the chain and let Sydney stand telling her to stand with wide

spread feet shoulder width apart with her hands clasped behind her head elbows back

breasts thrust out, As soon as she had assumed the position Sandi clamped a metal

hand cuff on each wrist and then picking up a bamboo rod she laid it across one of

Sydney's forearms and began to loop soft Japanese silk rope around and around the

cane and arm. ,When one arm was trussed to her satisfaction Sandi pulled both

elbows back and told Sydney to hold them that way as she looped the rope around

the other arm and cane forcing Sydney to keep her elbows back/

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With both arms nound behond her head to the shaft enven with the line of her

shoulders and her breast sticking out like rocket cones ready to launch. Sandi then

flicked a thin cane up between the naked girls wide spread legs landing on her clit and

juicing inner lips demanding “straighten up slut”. The first burning stroke of the cane

landed right in the joint of her ass and thigh bringing a yowl from Sydney who tried to

pull away as she cursed Sandi for being a mean bitch. Ordering her to position Sandi

informed Sydney “that stroke didn't count because you moved, didn't count, didn't

thank, and didn't beg for another.

I can keep this up all night if thats what you want but remember you have to be at

the club and have an appointment at the Mind and Body Spa set by Spike. You are

going to need your sleep little pet but I can stay up all night beating your naked body

if you wish. By now Sydney was a sniveling sobbing wreck cursing and alternately

begging for mercy and for Sandi to stop beating her like an animal; threatening to kill

her and anything else that came to mind except beg to be beaten as punishment.

Sandy spoke calmly to Sydney advising her if she would only stand up and take her

punishment like an obedient pet, it would soon be over or she could keep on

struggling and be beaten like a disobedient animal until Sandi's arm got tired and then

answer to Spike the next day. Sydney was now too beaten down to continue her

resistance. Sadly she realized Sandi had the upper hand. She and an agreement

signed by Sydney allowing her to train Sydney, Spike her protector had give

instructions for Sandi to train her and punish her if she failed. Sandi had broken her,

With copious tears rolling down her burning cheeks, Sydney begged and agreed to be

caned and to beg to have one more stroke added between the legs for making Sandi

beat Spike's disobedient pet.

Now, standing on wide spread legs with her hands clasped behind her head Sydney

begged Mistress Sandi to beat her disobedient pet. Before the last word was out of

her mouth the cane came slashing down over both breasts stinging at the join of the

aureole of both nipples bringing a tortured scream and failure to ask for another or

thank her Mistress. Sandi informed the sobbing girl that the stroke didn't count “but

I will limit the breast strokes to 5 and apply the punishment stroke to your cunt and

the last ten on your ass but if you give me any more trouble they will all be on your

tits and belly what do you have to say pet?”Sydney sobbed “please mistress don't beat

my nipples so hard, I'll be good”.

With that Sandi let the cane fly landing it on Sydney's soft belly just above her bald

Mons stifling her scream Sydney stuttered Thank you Mistress, one, may I have

another. Sandi beamed with happiness at having broken Sydney down totally. From

now on she would be an obedient pet and their relationship one of Mistress and

submissive. Moving to the other side Sandi let one land across the hips bottoming

against Sydney's large swollen clit.

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She was rewarded with a howl a thank you, and request for another as Sydney

realized she had 3 more strokes on her front to go as she begged 'Please may I have

another Mistress''. The words slipped from her lips almost automatically now like the

huge tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.

Splat the cane landed on the bottom of Sydney's breasts where they joined her body.

Sandi could see the two red weals on the pets belly and breasts. The next two were

delivered too quickly for Sydney to count. The first was flat on her breasts

concentrating on one breast more than the other and the next on the other breast. All

the strokes left red weals that would be visible when she danced naked at the club.

Moving to the back Sandi laid two more strokes on on each side of her back and then

three more parallel to each other leaving red weals but not breaking the skin on the

succulent ass cheeks that bounced nicely with each stroke. The next two were on the

backs of her thighs and the next behind the knees dropping the sobbing girl to her

knees. Two more were given across her calves and the last between her legs as hard

as Sandi could swing in the awkward space. Sydney's shuddering body now had ten

weals turning purple but no blood as she lay huddled at Sandi's feet. Dimly she heard

Sandi order her to kiss her Mistress' feet and thank her for the beating. A tug of the

heavy chain leash and Sydney was kissing Sandi's shoes as Sandi advised her she was

barely passable as a pet and that if she didn't shape up the punishments would be

much worse. Now knees and elbows over the drain.

Dabbing lubricant on the enema tip Sandi jammed it up Sydney's asshole and let go

the two quarts of warm sudsy water. When Sydney was cramping Sandi pulled the

tube out and told Sydney to kneel up and let it go. With a whoosh the water shot out

of Sydney's bowels splashing all over the floor and finally going down the drain. A

second bag came out clear so she was deemed clean inside.

Two douches cleaned her cunt. Then she was ordered to pee and she did shaking in

shame and embarrassment as the hot piss splashed on her thighs. She hear Sandi say

“From now on pet this is how and where you pee after begging permission no ifs and

or buts, Do you understand little pet. The correct response is “yes mistress Sandi

your pet hears and obeys its Masters instructions” Taking the Flex hose from the tub

and adjusting for light spray Sandi washed down the pet's body and then the floor.

Wiping down Sydney with a used towel Sandi got most of the water off her body.

After squirting the contents of an enema bottle filled with fortified wine, estrogen,

human growth hormone, testosterone and Valium into her bowels.

The bottle was filled a second time and filled the sobbing girls bowels after greasing

up the 3” plug Sandi inserted the tip into Sydney's asshole and told her to sit on it

until it was fully seated and not leak any wine. Sydney was told she would keep this

solution in her bowels until the morning and her asshole was plugged with the 3” anal

plug again.

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Sydney had to sit on it and let her body weight drive the huge plug up her ass.

Sydney couldn't repress her scream of agony as the sharp pain of the NextSandi knelt

and bathed the sobbing girls welted body gently with a soft soapy sponge

concentrating on her nipples clit and cunt but caressing her naked body all over before

rinsing her off and wrapping her in a large clean bath towel. Sydney was grateful for

the gentle washing and the wine Valium in her rectal canal was being absorbed and

the solutions ability to increase Sydney's suggestibility began to largest bulge tore her

sphincter.

The humbling effect was as predicted and Sandi murmured into her pets ear

reminding her what she was and who she now belonged to and why she must obey as

she caressed Sydney's naked body and rubbed the hormonal grease on her nipples

aureole and clit bringing the sobbing exhausted naked girl almost to full orgasm

stopping just short leaving her legs scissoring on the tile floor in need as she begged

to be allowed to cum. Of course Sandi said you didn't beg pet so until you learn to

beg properly you will get nothing but pain. Think on that for a bit and then beg to be

trained and we will see. Sydney allowed herself to be cradled in Sandi's arms as Sandi

rubbed body lotion and salve into the welts softly caressing the dozing pet as she

whispered in her ear what a good little pet she was and how lucky she was to have an

Owner like Spike. Next Sandi led her on her hands and knees by her leash upstairs

where her leash was wrapped around the foot of Sandi's bed. A bamboo spreader bar

was fastened behind her bent knees using the soft silk Japanese rope wound around

each folded leg.

When she was done applying the suction cups to nipples and cunt Sandi would take a

photo and send the jpg to Spike. To prevent circulation issues a soft foam rubber

sleeve was put over the bamboo between the bent knees and soft Japanese silk rope

used to bind her bent legs and thighs around the rod. When Sandi was done Sydney's

thighs were spread at 90 degrees to her body the bamboo pole insuring a straight line

was maintained her cunt gaped widely. The 3” plug was forced to protrude from her

stretched asshole by the uncomfortable position of her wide spread legs and her cunt

was spread as wide as it could be with the swollen clit sticking out of is protective

hood. Sydney's hands were chained to her collar leaving the mortified naked teen on

her back with wide spread thighs allowing her gaping pussy to be seen. Sydney didn't

know what she had done to be treated like some animal and was sobbing quietly the

whole time. Once she was fastened in place Sandi placed well padded head phones on

her head and inserted the DVD Spike provided.

To an unsuspecting listener it sounded like woodland scenes burbling brooks and the

like with a quite background theme, The subliminal commands were telling Sydney to

accept the fact she belonged to Spike. She must obey all commands of her owne she

was a pet and Sandi was her mistress she must obey her mistress and beg to be

beaten if she failed to be perfect in obedience to all orders.

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The dozing girl slipped into a drugged suggestive state grateful for the lotion and

rubbing that was mildly arousing. Sandi then reached in the bag and pulled out two

flared Pyrex vacuum devices and attached them to Sydney's already swollen nipple

pumping the vacuum up until the nipple was stretched inside the cone 2” long by half

inch in diameter. The flared cone like bottom fit over the aureole pulling it into shape.

A clear plastic syringe like tube was slipped over the swollen clit and the vacuum

pumped up until the clit was stretched 2” long by half inch inside the clear tube.

The pain in her nipples and clit was intense but gradually as she got used to the

suction and the medicated wine in her bowels was absorbed Sydney fell asleep. The

light was turned off. Sandi left and Sydney quickly dropped into a deep asleep with

the subliminal recording playing her ears as the vacuum devices permanently enlarged

her nipples and clit. Being tied as she was prevented knocking any vacuum devices

off and impressed her total subservient status on Sydney.

Chapter 14 - On Becoming a Real Pet

The next morning Sydney awoke still leashed to the foot of Sandi's bed. The pain in

her thighs, cunt and asshole was unbelievable from having been roped in a perfect

split all night. The cane weals had healed nicely to a kind of purple yellow mark that

was very sore but the skin unbroken. Her nipples and clit were obscenely filling the

vacuum devices hurt if they jiggled on her breasts. Sandi was astride Sydney's chest

with her pussy lips spread on Sydney's face as Sandi 69'nd the helpless Sydney. She

had never had sex with another girl.

Sandi had told her she wouldn't be released until she satisfied Sandi. If she didn't she

would be flogged tied as she was on her cunt and tits. Sydney began to lap and suck

on Mistress Sandi's pussy. Sydney swore she wouldn't let Sandi make her orgasm but

it didn't take any threats at all for the young girl to become terribly aroused when

Sandi took off the clit suction and licked and sucked the super sensitive clit, as her

asshole spasmed involuntarily around the 3” anal plug reminding her of the anal

orgasms she had with Spikes biker friends until they both had an immense orgasms.

She had been ass fucked to orgasm 4 times yesterday once today by Sandi's talented

tongue and her bodies betrayal as her anus spasmed on the plug bringing back

memories of the hot cocks plundering her asshole the night before. Sydney who could

do nothing but sob quietly when she was untied by Sandi. Later Sydney had been

lovingly bathed fed and caressed all over by Sandi as she rubbed a lotion into her skin.

Sydney hadn't been able to stop herself from cumming on Sandi's fingers and found

herself resting quite content in Sandy's arms, naked but for the loose towel that had

slipped from her aroused flushed body when Tabitha, one of Sandi' girlfriends came in

unexpectedly without knocking. Sydney had involuntarily tried to close her legs and

cover her breasts when one word from Sandi stopped her. All Sandi said was “Stay”

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and like a good well trained pet Sydney had frozen. Sandi was thrilled with the way

Sydney obeyed but then the poor thing had been traumatized heavily the day before.

And of course there was the self conditioning of being rewarded each time she

stripped naked and the ever increasing amounts payment/reward for acting like a slut

as she learned to move her naked body in the most sexual manner possible.

Each time she had stripped and been rewarded the reinforcement reward for

displaying her naked body and letting it be touched and caressed in public had

imprinted the idea that being naked for the pleasure of men was sexually exciting and

rewarding. Then to have the idea that as a girl who stripped naked in public at the

club she had forfeited any right to privacy and modesty at the adult store when Spike

had reminded her it made no difference if she stripped naked in the club or in the

adult story to try on costumes in front of the customers. Now being kept constantly

naked as directed by her protector and trainer Spike was working to reinforce her new

status more completely than ever. While she had to admit she had forfeited any right

to modesty she had not lost the feelings of embarrassment, shame and humiliation at

being treated like a pet in front of a classmate as she realized by the end of the day

everyone in school would know she was stripping at the Blue Dolphin and had become

Sandi's naked pet. Sydney desperately hoped that none of this information would find

its way to her parents but found her pussy juicing up at the idea that some of the

guys in her classes would now probably go to the Blue Dolphin to watch her strip.

They would see her naked and have her do a lap dance naked but for heels and her

new stainless steel collar. Sydney could feel the heat of the juices leaking from her

gaping open pussy that Tabitha had to have noticed .

Tabitha would certainly notice now that she was standing next to the couch that Sandi

reclined on holding and still caressing her naked pets cunt and nipples. As the idea of

what she must look like to Tabitha crossed her mind she felt the heat of a full body

blush on her skin as the perspiration evaporated in the breezes from outside that still

eddied around the room from Tabitha's entrance. Sydney was startled back to the

present when she heard Tabitha's voice, “Oh my have I interrupted anything Sandi.”

and Sandi's reply, “No not really I am helping Spike train his little pet to accept being

naked and handled in public is normal for her and that clothing especially underwear

is uncomfortable. Tell Tabitha who Spike is and why you are naked in my arms pet”

The heat of total humiliation sweeping over her naked body caused an instant sheen

of sweat as she realized Sandi was going to make her confirm for Tabitha that she

belonged to Spike who had given her to Sandi for further training in being a slut

“Splaat” the loud sound of Sandi's palm striking her smooth slick labia and clit wet

with her juices sounded like a rifle shot causing her pubis to thrust up to receive the

next blow as her thighs twitched open reflexively and the white hot pain shot into her

belly as her still sore and swollen clit absorbed the blow from her mistress.

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“Well don't be bashful pet tell Tabitha what you are and what you have been doing at

the Blue Dolphin and be quick before I decide to finish the pussy spanking I just

started. Oh and don't forget to invite Tabitha to caress you body and feel how wet you

hot little slit has become pet.” Burning in embarrassment and humiliation Sydney

mumbled her reply,

“Uhuh, uh I'm Spike's pet and he is having me trained to accept the idea that being

naked is my normal state of being so that when I strip naked and pole dance at the

Blue Dolphin it will seen natural to the audience and I can win the contest and Ah,

Tabitha, please caress me and feel how wet my pussy is.” “Splaat” the rifle shot of the

next searing slap to her juicing pussy rang out again bringing a gasp of pain and

surprise from Sydney as the burning pain in her pussy and clit stabbed into her belly

and she found herself unable to prevent her hips from humping up and down in her

Mistress's lap.

“I don't think you sounded very sincere in begging Tabitha to caress your body and fell

how wet your hot little pussy is from being beaten and displayed naked. I want to be

convinced by how Tabitha reacts to your entreaty. She needs to be convinced you

really want her to touch you little titties and pinch and twist those swollen nipples and

clit” With that Sandy dumped the naked girl onto the floor at Tabitha's feet ordering

her to “ lay on you back and squirm like the needy little slut you are pet, as you beg

permission to lick and kiss Tabitha's boots and beg her to caress your naked body and

bring you to an orgasm while I video tape it. Get moving before I get my flogger and

use it on that wet pussy.” Momentarily stunned by Sandi's words and being dumped

on her back naked at Tabitha's feet.

Sydney just lay there thighs twitching every so often as she felt the burning shame of

what Sandi was doing to her sink in. “Well pet you better get a move on and when

you are done beg to be beaten if you have not been found pleasing.” Quickly rolling

and squirming and humping her hips on an imaginary cock Sydney spread her thighs

open wider and thrusting her pussy forward begged to be allowed to lick and kiss

Tabitha's knee high boots before rolling onto her stomach and elevating her ass on

wide spread thighs as she felt her swollen sore nipple dragging on the carpet as she

settled on her elbows with her lips touching the dusty boots of Tabitha, Sydney

begged to be allowed to lick them clean. She was still begging when she stopped with

a gasp as she felt Sandi's hand in her wet pussy. “Please Mistress let Spikes pet lick

your boots clean, Splaat.

Another powerful blow to her pussy pushed Sydney's teeth into her lips caught

between them and the hard leather toe. Please Mistresssss” The sobbing naked girl

so well displayed from behind as Sandi took a still photograph. “Oh well since you

seem to need to do this pet go ahead and start licking and don't forget the bottom of

the sole.”

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Tabitha was getting into the game and wanted to see how far she could push the

pitifully pleading naked girl as she held up the sole to begin the cleaning. Sydney's

tongue tentatively touched the sole. “ Splaat another powerful blow to her pussy

followed immediately, “Splaat, Splaat, Splaaat.” Sydney began to frantically lick the

dirty bottom of Tabitha's boot and continued to do so until Sandi stopped beating her

pussy. Finally she finished and the the caressing of her cunt started.“On your back

slut and beg Mistress Tabitha to inspect your slut body and then beg her to take you

to the laundry so you can relieve yourself” Sydney quickly rolled on her back spread

her knees as wide as she could and squirmed and humped and ground as she begged

to be inspected by Mistress Tabitha. Fuck, how that this happened, one minute she

was in Sandi's lap naked being carefully oiled and caressed by Sandi's hands and the

next she was groveling naked in front of Tabitha begging to be inspected like some

prize animal?'

Click, the sound of the lock closing over the end ring of the leash and the D ring on

front of her collar sounded in her mind like a door in her life being slammed shut and

locked. Handing he chain leash to Tabitha Sandi explained. Being leashed makes her

pussy wet. With a tug of the leash and the command “up” from Sandi, Sydney

quickly stood at attention with her hands clasped behind her head and her feet at

shoulder width Sydney begged “please Mistress Tabitha inspect this slutty pets body”.

Sydney thought “there that should do it, might as well get it over with and do what

Sandi wants me to do” With a gasp she almost dropped to her knees as Tabitha's

hand came up and shoved 4 fingers into her sopping wet cunt while the thumb rolled

her swollen erect clit and she began to moan in need and hump Tabitha hand.

“Omigod I'm going to cum was all Sydney could think as her orgasm tore through her

body now being held up on Tabitha's hand as she slumped in the shock of the orgasm.

When she had gathered her strength Sydney begged. “ Please Mistress you pet needs

to pee, please take it to the laundry room. In the room the embarrassed and

humiliated Sydney squatted and peed in front of Sandi and Tabitha

“Ouch” the pain of having both her nipples twisted and pinched by Sandi shot to her

pussy as Sandi asked “now that wasn't so bad was it pet thank Mistress Tabitha for

getting you off by finger fucking your cunt and then you can go kneel in the corner

until you are needed again”. As Tabitha chattered away about how fucking fantastic it

must be to have a little fucktoy like Sydney, Sandi ushered her into the kitchen to have

a private talk.

Sydney knelt naked and shuddering in the corner amazed at how Sandi had so easily

dominated her; wondering what was going to become of her. Somehow or other her

concerns about paying next semesters tuition had evaporated. When Tabitha was

gone, Sandi removed the chain leash and after caressing Sydney's stainless collar and

whispering in her ear, said “beautiful isn't it?

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Suits you perfectly” as she trailed a finder over Sydney's slick pussy and asshole

before letting 3 fingers slip inside the no longer tight orifice. Sydney's sphincter

tightened fiercely on the fingers instinctively as she pushed back on them and arched

her back as if she where taking a cock up her ass. Sandi realizing Sydney was at

another critical juncture, her body was acting on autopilot and letting her have

another orgasm might tip the scales.

Sandi, stopped and knelt next to the naked girl as squirted lubricant all over her hand

and fingers and began to fuck 4 fingers in and out of Sydney's lubricated asshole as

she milked first one breast then the other and whispered in Sydney's ear. “you like

being fucked in the ass don't you Sydney, almost as you like being milked like a goat

don't you”. The idea of being actually milked strangely struck in the naked girls mind

as erotic she wondered if he Master could make her lactate and use her milk for his

coffee.

With a slight gasp Sydney realized it was true the fingers stretching her asshole felt

good and she was grateful for the lubricant Sandi had squirted on she began to fuck

her ass back harder and harder until she felt Sandi's thumb tucked in side the 4

fingers ease its way past her sphincter. With a groan Sydney felt Sandi's hand slip

past her painfully stretched sphincter. When Sandi made a fist and began punching

her and fist forearm deep inside the panting girls asshole. Sydney couldn't help it; as

she arched her back hard against each punch moaning and panting as she felt herself

approaching orgasm. When Sandi's other hand began to finger her slimy clit and

slippery inner labia as Sandi whispered in her ear, let it go pet its all right to be a sexy

slut, you like being a real slut as much as you like being naked don't you, its OK you

can admit it to yourself and me.

I wont tell anyone and you are free to be as big a slut as you wish. You have forfeited

everything including your body and mind to your master haven't you? You have also

forfeited all rights to feel guilty about being a slut haven't you. So cum for me now

little slut” and with the word 'now', Sandi buried her forearm up to the elbow in

Sydney's asshole and held it there as the shuddering moaning girl orgasmed on

Sandi's forearm dropping herself flat on the floor legs spread frog like, squirming her

sore nipples on the rough rug before the passed out and lay quivering like an animal

as she surrendered fully. Sydney came back to consciousness with Sandy's forearm

still jammed in her asshole to the elbow with Sandi urging her to get her knees under

her and relax her asshole so Sandi could remove her fist and forearm.

Sydney was stunned, what had she done and why had she enjoyed having Sandi

fisther asshole to orgasm? How could she be such a slut. “Come on pet, its alright

relax your asshole, get your knees under you and push like you are taking a shit”

Sydney did as her mistress ordered and Sandi's arm and balled fist were slowly

ejected from her asshole.

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The feeling of the arm withdrawing drove her wild with desire to be fucked in the ass

and then the fist was punched up her throbbing asshole again and she saw stars.

Sydney had no idea what was happing but the sensations were like nothing she had

ever felt. As Sandi's balled fist began to be forced out past he sphincter Sandi

opened the fist allowing her hand to slip out freely leaving Sydney's asshole gaping

open as she squatted on folded legs that were spread so wide she was able to rub her

juicing pussy on the rough carpet once she spread her knees like a frog.

Sydney couldn't stop frantically squirming her swollen nipples and clit against the

rough carpet even if she wanted to as she had another mind blowing orgasm and lay

quivering and shaking like a bowl of Jello. Sandi smoothed and petted her hair as if

she were a pet while whispering “its alright Pet” your master will be proud of you and

let you keep wearing his collar. You like wearing your Masters collar don't you. You

wouldn't feel right if you weren't collared like the pet you are. Isn't that true? tell

Mistress Sandy the truth. Its OK no on but your Mistress can hear your admission.

When Sydney heard what Sandi was telling her for some reason tears of happiness

began to roll down her cheeks as what she had just allowed herself to experience

impressed itself on her conscious mind and she realized it was true she wanted to feel

that collar on her neck. That collar meant she was Spikes slut. She started to worry

what would happen if he tool it off. No she wanted to keep it. The cries and moans

of the sobbing girl were almost loud enough for Sandi to fear someone might call the

police to report domestic violence. It was then Sydney realized she would never be

what she had been. Something had happened to Sydney and she was knew it. She

was no longer the same girl who wanted to earn a few dollars to pay next semesters

tuition. Suddenly Sydney realized she really couldn't understand why she has ever

been worried about tuition payments? It was true, she would never be the same.

She wasn't a girl she was a pet an animal that belonged to Spike. Her sobbing and

tears tapered off as Sandi continued to caress her and tell her it was OK to allow

herself to experience the joys of being used by others for their pleasure. Finally when

the naked sweat stained girl stopped sobbing and humping her gaping open empty

asshole on the invisible cock she imagined was there, Sandi snapped her fingers and

commanded, heel as she walked off the laundry/utility room. Sydney heeled her

mistress on hands and knees as she was led to the Laundry Utility room that had a

tiled floor with a drain in the middle and the washer and dryer with hoses connected

to hot and cold water in the washtub sized sink.

Sandi advised her pet “If you have to pee you better do it now pet, squat over

thedrain and I'll wash you off after you are done. Don't be bashful, you forfeited that

right along with the right to pee in a toilet when you decided to let people treat you

like a pet. Without a word of protest Sydney dropped to her knees and elbows sprea

her knees wide as she could and peed in front of Sandi into the drain. She may have

forfeited her right to modesty but she was still embarrassed and humiliated

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She would always feel that way she knew. Taking a hose from the sink that was

connected to hot and cold water Sandi blended the two until the water was warm

rinsed her creamy cunt and gaping asshole. Taking a soft sponge and bucket of warm

soapy water Sandi gently and carefully caressing the still sobbing naked pet's body as

she whispered soothing words washed her body clean of sweat and body fluids and

synthetic lubricants and dried her off.

Sandi then led the naked girl on her hands and knees to the bedroom where she

dressed her pet in a knit dress that was more like a long vee neck tank top shirt

without underwear. Sydney might as well have been naked for all the dress hid of her

breasts and swollen nipples since it clung like a second skin to Sydney's body. When

the knit was stretched tight skin was visible. A thin shiny chain leash was attached to

her stainless steel collar and Sandi led Sydney on her leash out the door to the garage

and had her get in the passenger seat with the dress up around her waist.

Sydney had to keep her thighs spread wide by a device Sandi installed inside the labia

minora. It was a rod with a big ball and on the end of the rod which was at the

entrance to the pussy there were two sharp spikes on the ball another thin rod pieced

the lager rod hanging down between the slick lips holding the device to them with

small clips that had teeth in the jaws. If she allowed her thighs to close the sharp

spiked in the ball would spear the insides of her labia minora. Sydney had no choice

but to keep her knees as wide apart as possible as she was driven to the mind and

body spa. Sandy told her she would wear this or another device to remind her to

keep her knee widely spread from now on. Perhaps it would be permanently attached

to a bar piercing the top of her inner labia. Opening the door and swinging her wide

spread thighs out where anyone could see them Sandi unclipped the device and put it

in the dash.

Once the tool was put away Sydney was allowed to close her legs and stand up and

pull down the dress. Sydney was led inside on her leash. She was first given a total

body laser hair removal treatment, then an hour in the tanning booth naked, an hour

in the sauna, a body wash and ex-foliation, then a body massage with oils on her

body with a hormone paste on her swollen enlarged nipples and clit. Next her ears

were pierced enlarging the bottom hole and fitting a 10 gage 2.5 inch seamless ring

with 4 increasingly smaller rings all the same heavy age up the side of the ear and

one 1” diameter ring of the same gage at the top of the ear.

The final indignity was her belly button was pierced and a barbell the button ball had a

ring in it and a small bell off the ring. Sydney was terrified the whole time as she

thought they might pierce her nipples or pussy lips or clit. As for the clit the rolled up

hood that was unable to retract over the larger clit was simply sniped off. Leaving the

sensitive bud exposed to the clothe of her dress. When the tattoo machine was

rolled out.

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Sydney was about to panic until told that she was having an arabesque design

tattooed on the instep of each foot. Narrow stainless cuffs were locked on her ankles.

They were ¾” wide and matched her collar, a set of wrist cuffs were added that

matched the ankle cuffs.Her collar was unlocked and removed. Sydney was puzzled

to be without a collar and thought it felt odd until she heard the hum of the tattoo

needle. There was a burning sensation on either side of her neck. The hand held

mirror showed that her stage name had been tattooed in the white collar line and

“property of BD corp. and a serial number on the other side tattooed.

Without the collar Sydney would be identified as someones property. Sandi didn't

think Sydney would be wanting to take her collar off any time soon.Her eyebrows

were shaved for permanent tattooing. Her eyelashes plucked so permanently

implanted artificial lashes could be inserted in the empty follicle holes. A black eye

liner line tattooed permanently in place along with eye shadow and lipstick. Auburn

eyebrows where tattooed in place and any hair outside the tattoo electrolyzed out.

An eye shadow was tattooed on her lids.

Next her nipples aureole and clit were tattooed the same color as her upper lips and

the outside of her labia minora tattooed the same color. A thick ointment was rubbed

on the tattoos and she was turned over on her stomach and a tattoo added just above

what would have appeared to be her belt line it was purely decorative.

Turning her back over a design was inked round her belly button offsetting the faux

blue topaz set in the depression. A heavy gage small diameter ring was pulled over

her nipples and clit causing the swollen fleshy to bulge over the rings which were

pushed to the bottom of both nipples and clit. The heavy rings caused pressure on

these sensitive buds while the weight on of them on her swaying breasts constantly

reminded her of her arousal. Her pussy was examined by a doctor as was her asshole

and she was given some pills and an ointment to rub inside the tender walls.

Her initial transformation complete some, collagen/hormone injections were made in

her nipples & aureoles to fill them out and keep them cone shaped and erect. The

same was done to her clit and just a hint of collagen added to fill out her tattooed

upper lips. Sandi was instructed on the care of the tattoos and piercing. Then just as

she thought she was all done her belly button was pierced again and another ring

added. Sydney was now fully prepared to strip and show off her modified body. For

the next three days Sandi called Sydney in as ill, as the tattoos, tanning and healing of

cane marks, and piercings was almost completed.

She was allowed to sun bathe naked and to exercise at the spa as her piercings

healed. Sydney's modified body was extremely erotic It looked natural but it was

clear she had been modified to show what a sexy slut she was. The tattoos on the

arches of her feet and base of her spine were decorative The hoops permanently

welded in her ear lobes constantly reminded her what had become.

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Once she was healed she began to like the cosmetic tattoos that didn't run smear or

need touch up no matter how hard she was used by anyone. The 3” anal plug had

been gradually increased to 4” and when removed her asshole gaped open more than

2” no matter how long the plug was left out. Fucking her asshole and pussy with

strap-on dildos had become as enjoyable for her as those of Sandi's girlfriends using

her for their pleasure as she danced naked in their laps. Her hairless ex-foliated skin

was so smooth and soft it felt like a babies skin and not only felt wonderful but looked

so well prepared to be handled and used.

The usual routine at the Spa included time in the gym to begin. First she spent time

on the stationary bike, a half hour developing her pectorals so that they would support

her breasts better. The next sets were to strengthen her abs and her thighs so she she

would be a good lap dancer. Then she was given a sauna where they beat her body

with wet birch leaves until it was bight bright red and tingling before she took a cold

shower. When the shower was over she was given a body massage where they used

a vacuum device on her thighs and buttocks to firm them up before rolling her over.

Some injections of hormones were made into her nipples jamming the needle down

into the nipple the hormones were released inside empty area behind the nipple. Her

Her breasts and then other needles pierced the nipples, a program of daily massaging

her breasts and with a milking motion that was designed with the hormones to cause

her to lactate was begun. Causing her breasts to lactate and grow new milk nodes to

increase the size of her breasts was begun. As time advanced she was hooked up to

a milking machine twice a day to relieve the pressure and her breasts had grown a

cup size larger. Eventually Sydney realized she would be giving milk and her Master

would have her milked like a goat for coffee creamer and the idea excited her.

The weekend before the contest Sandi Invited her friends to meet her transformed

roommate at a pool party. Sydneys outfit consisted of a 2” wide steel collar witih

matching cuffs and anklet connected by a tow truck sized chains. The chain was

hooked to her collar like a leash then from the collar to the center of the chain that

went from one ankle cuff to the other that was 3' long dhain limiting her steps and a

similar chain of 2' connected to wrist cuffs The chains were very heavy. Her large

nipples were pulled through bands that had smad bell. Her clit had the same band

and bell. Sydney was totally humiated to have to answer the door chained and naked

Sandi's girl friends arrived. As soon as Tabitha arrived she had Sydney get a back less

bar stool and large white towel to drape over the stool in front of a white wall. She

had Syndey pose sexily as she took photos while the guests arrived and congregated

around Sydney sitting naked but for her bonds.c Sydney was mortified as she was

made to sueeze her breasts between her arms and smile for the camera, Put her feer

on the wrungs and let her knees spread open and masturbate to orgasm as the girls

cheered her on. The final ignomy was when Sandi held her leash and had her pose

like a pet. It was the most humiliating day of her life until the pizza guy came and she

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was made to give him a blow job in front of everyone as a tip. Sydney's heart sank as

she realized her reputation in school was totally trashed. She would be lucky if guys

from school didnt got to the Blue Dorphin and have her do private lap dances. That

would be the final nail in the coffin in which her former life was being buried by

Sandi. Despite the shame and humiliation Sydney's pussy was juicing like one of

those late nigjht commercial models and that made it even worse for her. Sandi

whispered in Sidney's ear as she palyed with the naked chained girls bodt to another

orgasm in her Mystrees arms while her classmates looked on oohing and awing. The

fact that her body responded to the humiliating treatment was a real problem because

it indicated that deep down Sydney was realy a slut who belong in a collar,

Sydeny could help be believe Sandi as she found her bodies humping her hips in

Sandii;s lap as her clit was rubbed around and around by Sandi. Sydney couldnt

deny what her body did in front of half the sophmore class any more than she knew

she could never return to that life as long as she wore Spike's collar.

Since there was a heavy duty spot lighe over her Sydnay began to sweat as Tabita

ordered “put you feet on the bottoms rungs and let them open and clasp your hands

together. Its Ok pet if you let them hand in front of that bald wet cunt. Now lean

inand face the camera as if you were watchin yourself nin a mirror. Give me a sexy

look push your breasts together with youarms so the stick out, thats it pet hold thaas

pose. Now clasp your hands and hold them above your cunt thrust you tits out legs

spread thrust you cunt out. Thats it, good job pet.” And the other girls began to take

photos of the naked chained girl crowding around and cheering her on. Sydney soon

got into it showing her asshole and cunt and swollen belled nipplds and tits as lewdly

as she could knowing with each flash her reputation iin school was being spread

jreconcilably. She couldnt stop her pussy from juicing as she realised these photos

would be all over school in 243 hours as well as the word thea she was a kinky slut

who stripped at the Blue Dolphin. She just hoped no one sent anu photos to her

parents. She was proud of her body and was becoming aroused with the phottos and

display in chains and collar. Later she waited on them as they ate. The caterers

would give her a plate and she would give it to the girl who had asked. Her body was

being felt and carressed as she did so and her bells that constantlyu tinkled as her

nipples were twisted and pulled. Later Sandi explained why she had allowed Tabtha

yp[pdr jrt smf shoot stills and videos for anyone who wished. Everu time she

thoujgh of what she must look like to her classmates now as her bells tinked

constantly to her utter humiliation she felt her nipples swell and her clit harden.

Once the girls had gone home Sandi ezplained why she had exposed Sydney to

everyone in her naked chained state and allowed them to photograph her and tell

them she was a stripper at a local strip club to make it clear what she was and who

she was. Sydney realized that every time she went to class everyone would know

what she was and what her true status was as a slut thht belonged to Spike.

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With a sinking heart Sydneu knew it was true her live as she had kknown it didnt

exist any longer. She could never go back everylne who knew here would know

what she was. Sadlu she realized she didnt need to pay next semester tuition she

wouldnt be returning to chool.

A single tear leaked out of her eye and rolled down her cheek as she realise she could

go back to being trained by mistress Sandy. Sydney wondered what would become

of her know that she wore Spikes collar.

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Epilogue

The long tanning session at the spa and in the back yard of the town house had

turned her into a bronzed beauty with a nicely oiled body with its huge nipple and

aureole when she danced her 4 minutes or hung out naked with Spike and his buddies

or waited tables. Sydney was bitter her body had been modified without her

permission even if it was exotic and looked great, it was what someone else had done

to her body. She had a nice line-less tan on her almost always naked body.

The last Thursday of the month Sydney was transported to the Blue Dolphin on the

back of Spike's Motorcycle naked but for a stainless steel collar, heels, cuffs and anklet

grasping Spikes back as tight as she could forcing her now permanently enlarged

nipples and aureole into his back like hard spikes as her wide spread legs forced her

enlarged clit into the back of the large wide belt holding his jeans and rubbing it

mercilessly against one of the loops over the hard leather as her body was bounced

back and fort on the bike seat. Her smooth oiled hairless body's skin was as soft as

satin from all the conditioning and rubbing treatments The 4” anal plug still in her ass

clinked when it hit the metal decorations on the leather each clink sending a tingle in

her asshole as her cunt juiced.

Her bare feet had been rubbed so smooth they felt every pit and bump on the foot

pegs as she approached the club knowing this was what she had been trained for.

She was going to enter the contest and win it and when she did she would be fully

contracted to the corporation which she had learned wasn't the Blue Dolphin but Spike

who also controlled all aspects of her existence with the Power of Attorney she had

signed. By now Sydney had come to realize that Spike truly did own her, the contest

and all she had undergone was intended to turn her into a legal slave owned by Spike

who had other plans for her beside being a stripper and exotic dancer. Sydney

realized today was her graduation into a full fledged pet and submissive sex slave

owned by Spike.

The minor modifications to her body were mostly improvements and tastefully done

especially the removal of all body hair, cosmetic tattoo makeup permanent artificial

eye lashes, body and skin tone developed through use of body massages and other

skin treatments, she hadn't needed glasses prior to becoming Spikes pet and both her

eyes had received laser surgery that made her so near sighted she could hardly read a

news paper held to her nose. As long as she was within arm length and being

handled and used like the slut she was she could see what she was doing like sucking

a cock. On her own without glasses or contacts she was now virtually blind she

couldn't recognize the people using her unless they put their face in her face. The

tattooing tanning, and enlargement of her nipples, aureole and rectal canal and

sphincter made her naked body unrecognizable.

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When she was kneeling on knees and elbows with wide spread knees and arched

back her open asshole could be grasped by fingers inserted on each side of the gaping

hole an stretched open 3 inches. With a flashlight people could see all the way to her

colon. Spike had told her it was for the best that no one would easily recognize her

modified body in photos on the net. When they arrived at the club, the naked Sydney

was led on her collar leash into the club and given a costume consisting of several

transparent scarves that would be shed one by one as she danced and a pair of 6”

heels that locked on her feet using her stainless anklets that fit over the formed flat

metal plate the covered her heel and ran up her Achilles tendon for about 4” holding a

hasp the stainless anklet slipped over so a lock could fasten it to the anklet. The shoe

was nothing but a flat sole. a heel and a clear plastic strap that ran over her foot just

behind the toes in addition to the form fitting metal plate the ran up from behind her

heel under the metal cuff locked on her ankle.. The heel made it appear she was

standing on her toes.

Sandi had accumulated a collection of tapes of Sydney stripping naked and being used

front and back by 1, 2 and 3 men at a time that she had made and sold on the

Internet. She had become fond of anal fucking and came like a race horse when her

ringed clit was strapped or spanked but she never did like it. Rather than beat her

with the cane as Spike wanted Sandi simply told her the photos and videos would go

to her parents if she didn't obey. Sydney could be blackmailed and had grown

accustomed to being treated like a pet, an animal that could and would be sold at

auction.

When Krystal was announced and strode on to the stage in a fluter of transparent

scarves the crowd went wild having experienced her dancing naked on stage and in

their laps. It took the DJ many minutes to quite the crowd. As soon as Sydney began

to shed the scarves, as she dropped each scarf she put a coin in it and flung it to the

audience telling those that caught it she would give the a naked lap dance if the scarf

was returned to her. When she was totally naked she began to pole dance showing

off of her wide spread cunt and gaping asshole before beginning to slither on a

blanket at the edge of the stage.

She rarely objected to having her cunt or nipples handled or pinched when customers

were putting money in her garter or collar. Krystal danced naked for 2 full songs not

counting the one she used to strip. When she was done the naked girl jumped off the

stage and worked the audience, giving the lap dances for each scarf and they included

either an ass or cunt fuck. The crowd went wild and the meter pegged.

Long after the naked girl had collected all her scarves she took no joy in walking back

to the dressing room after her stint. Sitting naked in the dressing room Krystal folded

all her scarves neatly and put them in her bag. She only wore them to take them off

for an audience otherwise she was normally naked.

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When she was naked but for he heels, collar and cuffs Spike came and attached her

chain leash and inserted her anal plug so that her asshole wouldn't gap open and led

her out to where he and his biker buddies sat where he attached her chain to the pole

in the table that she began to dance off showing off her naked body in the most erotic

and slutty way she could until she was told to remove her plug and lap dance his

friends.

Starting at one end of the the horseshoe. the naked girl would work her way all the

way around giving lab dances that most often included fucking her ass on a their

cocks as she was cheered to each orgasm. She had become a well trained exotic

dancer, stripper and slave slut who frankly had come to enjoy the sex and feeling of

being guilt free as she walked around naked or was used in public. She had no choice

and hence no guilt over what she did or was Krystal did what her Owner wished and

that was fine. Her asshole had been permanently enlarged to 4”. She came to love

exercising it on a dildo every morning and afternoon as she built her thigh muscles for

lap dancing. And tightened her sphincter. When lap dancing in the private room at

the club she found it easy to orgasm while being anally fucked, especially if her pussy

and clit were being spanked at the same time. Her body had become so well trained

she could orgasm from having her nipples caressed. It took just a touch of her

circumcised enlarged clit to make her orgasm while being spanked on her cunt or

fucked up the ass.

Sydney had grown to accept that she had only one function and that was to be

sexually used as often as she could tolerate it; which was 4 or 5 times a day in each

hole making a nifty count of 15 men a day everyday except when she was on her

period which was once every 6 mo with the new birth control medication. Spike had

mentioned that if she were sold her uterus would be removed first to avoid the

possibility of accidents. If her glands were left intact she wouldn't need medication for

the next 20 years or move. If she wasn't used, she could cum just from imagining the

feeling of a cock sliding up her well lubricated asshole.

The feeling would quickly become so pleasurable she could slow down and maintain

her arousal for an hour or more without cumming. She had been told her next Owner

would probably have her nipples and clit pierced and a septum ring added. The idea

of a septum ring had at first had caused her to break down and cry as she thought

about what people would think of her, think of what she was or had to be with a collar

and a 2” diameter 10 gage septum ring bouncing on her upper lip because Spike had

told her that was the size she had been determined to wear. Now she was looking

forward to the idea. She had been dancing at the Blue Dolphin for a year and

dropped out of college. She had been allowed to contact a lawyer of her choice at

Spikes cost and he had advised her the contract was legal and unbreakable specially

with the irrevocable power of attorney that Spike had.

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It was similar to that used with professional athletes was legal, in that only her

services where sold the difference was the irrevocable power of attorney attached to

the contract allowed the owner of the contract to virtually control all aspects of her life

and legally treat her as if she were a real slave. The lawyer had informed her it was a

clever contract but legal she would have to prove some abuse of power in the use of

the power of attorney and that was a rarely successful action. She was told to enjoy

her life as it was and get as much from the contract owner as possible

The only exemptions were that the owner could injure or permanently disfigure her or

kill her and a few other things that were illegal even if she were doing them to herself.

The power of attorney gave the owner of the contract the right to do anything they

wished with her body that she would normally do given the right circumstances. The

owner could even legally prostitute if they were in Nevada where it was legal. She

could be forced to strip naked in any state where that was legal. The owner of the

contract could give her to a dozen men to use sexually without charging them money

for the privilege and would be legal because that was something she could do legally

on her own. In essence she had given up her right to make decisions on how to use

her body. She didn't understand how it worked exactly but she realized the owner of

the contract could us her any way he wished. If the contract was sold she would in

effect become someone else property or at least he body and its use would. Once she

had stripped for a few months at the club and dropped out of school, Sydney became

happy in her new capacity as the property of whoever owned her contract. Eventually

she moved from Sandi's town house to Spike's place on the lake so she could be

closer to her Master and owner. Without the need to attend class there was no need

for clothing of any kind ever and she became accustomed to being naked even in

winter. She had been dressed in pony girl tack and used to pulls a small sleigh in the

snow to ferry guest from the highway to the house, the cold hadn't bothered her

naked body because she was whipped to trot briskly almost continuously. The few

times she was minimally dressed to go some place publicly she had felt nervous and

begged to be naked.

When she wasn't at the club stripping. He kept her collared and leashed in a metal

cage with a foam pad and in warm weather and had the gardeners exercise and walk

her in the woods on a leash so she could relieve herself on the lawn or in the woods.

She had accepted she was an animal a pet and that animal did not use furniture or

utensils when they ate. So she ate from a bowl on the floor kneeling without utensils

For times when she was unattended one end of the cage bottom was unpadded

except for a 6” wide board on each side for the last foot of the cage where she could

rest her knees when she peed or shit through the hole in the mesh floor into the

bucket below. Animals didn't use the bathroom. There was a pressure ball she could

squeeze that would causes a spray of cold water on her slit and asshole to wash her

off in lieu of toilet paper.

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But she had to be careful of how much water she used because if the bucket

overflowed she was flogged on her whole body. They also saw she was groomed and

fed like an animal. One sunny day towards the end of summer Spike gave a party.

Sydney found herself chained naked to a post on a small stage with men examining

every part of her body after she had danced for them and they had seen videos of her

being used . Finally everyone gathered around the platform and the auction began,

Sydney realized she was being sold. Most likely to one of Asian men now feeling

inside her pussy with one hand and squeezing her enlarged nipples with the other

after having finished his gourmet coffee seasoned with her own breast milk pumped

from her breasts on a daily basis twice per day as part of the effort to naturally

enlarge her breasts.

The fact that there was a forge with a fire and metal rod that she knew to be the

handles of branding iron scared her as did the table on wheels that had trays of shiny

rings, clamps, large needles as well as some tools that looked like large pliers with had

a rotating ball on one tooth with different shapes she suspected was a tool for piercing

septum's or belts. Sydney was calm she knew by the end of the day she would wear

her new owners brand on her body and she would wear a large septum ring on her

upper lip and her nipples and pussy lips would also be pierced and wear permanent

non removable rings. It did seem so bad as it had when she first realized she was

being turned from a pet fucktoy into a total sex slave. Spike her Master had told her

that Sydney Silverstone would completely disappear and never be heard from again.

Her new Owner would make sure she disappeared and was replaced by a nameless

sex slave and whose only purpose in life would be to enjoy every sexual pleasure her

body was capable of producing while being used by her Owner and friends as a total

sexual slave who had no modesty guilt or shame about her body for the next 30

years and then she would be retired in luxury until then she was free to be a totally

sexual animal. The idea her owner valued her enough to brand her with his mark

identifying her as his property made with his mark as property made her feel proud

and happy at the same time she had nothing to be guilty about.

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