Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2010 12:40:39 EST
From: mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: The Slave by JYM

The Slave (for lack  of a better title)

It was the summer after my freshman year in college and I  was working on a
grounds crew for a local landscaper that had contracts with  many of the
major businesses in the area. I was one of only two females working  for him
so he put us together on the same crew. Her name was Cara and she was a
school teacher in a nearby town. She was in her mid twenties, tall, blonde,
athletic and very attractive. I'd just turned nineteen and was still a tomboy,
slender, dark, and tomboy cute.
I enjoyed working outdoors, enjoyed sweating and using my  muscles. And I
very much enjoyed working with Cara. She was intelligent and  funny as well
as being beautiful. One day, after we'd been working together for  a couple
of weeks, during a break, she put her hand on my knee while she was
emphasizing a point she was making about local politics. We glanced at each  other
and then she smiled and continued speaking. Her hand stayed on my  knee.
Later, as we were clocking out for the day, she asked me  if I had any
plans for the evening. I shook my head and said, "No, not really. I  thought I
might go over to the pool at the park for a swim later.  Why?"
She hesitated for a moment. "I thought you might like to  go out tonight.
We could get something to eat and go to a  movie."
It was my turn to hesitate. "Are you asking me out on a  date?"
She smiled confidently. "Yes, I am. Does that bother  you?"
I shook my head. "No, not really." Then I admitted that  it did scare me a
little.
She grinned and said, "Don't worry. I don't bite." We  walked out
together and I wrote my address and phone number down for her.  "Dress casually. We
won't go anywhere  fancy. I'll pick you up about six-thirty. Okay?" I
nodded and watched her get  into her car.
I was ready when she arrived. I wore a tank top, cotton  drawstring shorts,
and sandals. She was wearing shorts, a cropped T-shirt, and  running shoes.
The cropped T-shirt showed off her flat firm belly and she looked  very
sexy.
I was more than a little nervous. I'd fantasized about  other women but had
never actually dated a woman. Hadn't expected to date one,  would have
never mustered the courage to start something with another woman. I  was still
nervous when she reached over and put her hand on my knee, squeezing  gently
before running her hand up my thigh.  I began to relax immediately, mildly
surprised that I enjoyed the feel of her hand on my leg as much as I did.
After  a couple of minutes I turned slightly, moving my knees closer to the
center  console, closer to her.
We had dinner at a neighborhood restaurant, a family  place, and the food
was very good. We talked about college, about teaching,  about women's
basketball, and a wide range of other topics. After dinner, as we  walked to her
car, our hands touched and I slipped mine into hers. Holding hands  was nice
but not as nice as the kiss she gave me before she started the car. It
started off soft and sweet then turned hard and demanding, with lots of tongue
on both sides.
We went to see `Run Lola Run', the hot movie at the time.  I enjoyed it
even though I normally avoid movies with subtitles. We sat in the  middle of
the last row. The theater was almost empty because it was Tuesday.  After we
were settled, Cara stroked my thigh, running her hand higher and higher  as
time passed and her confidence grew. I relaxed and leaned toward her,
letting  my head rest on her shoulder.
After a while she whispered, "Untie your shorts." I  hesitated for a
moment and then pulled the end of the drawstring until it was  untied. She turned
toward me and slipped her hand under my tank top, rubbing my  belly softly.
After a couple of minutes she slipped her hand down into my shorts  and
cupped my mound. I blushed when she chuckled and whispered, "Your panties  are
damp." She masturbated me through my panties and it was wonderful! At the
end, as I came, I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming with pleasure!
After I calmed down she whispered, "Take your panties  off."
I shook my head. "No way!"
She chuckled and stroked me though my panties until I was  aroused again. "
Take them off." This time I didn't refuse. I glanced around and  saw that
there was nobody near us, nobody paying the slightest bit of attention.  I
slipped my shorts down and off.  Then my panties. Then I slipped my shorts
back on. Cara took my panties  and stuffed them into her pocket. "You'll get
them back later if you're a good  girl." She slipped her hand back into my
shorts. "How do you  feel?"
I blushed and whispered, "I feel like a total slut." I  pause and took a
deep breath and the tip of her finger found my clit. "But it's  exciting." I
turned my head and she kissed me, her hand busy between my legs. "I  love
the feeling." She brought me to orgasm again.
Then she eased her hand out of my shorts. Her fingers  were wet with my
cunt juices. She held her hand up and whispered, "Lick me  clean."
I hesitated then dipped my head and began to lick her  fingers.
I enjoyed the way I tasted, all salty and tangy. When she  was satisfied
she slipped her hand back into my shorts and left it there,  nestled between
my legs, for the rest of the movie and kissed my while my lips  were still
wet with my own juices. "You may be a slut but you're my  slut."
As we left the theater she slipped her hand into the back  of my shorts,
letting it rest on my bare bottom. I was shocked to realize that I  didn't
mind a bit. And, in fact, actually enjoyed it.  I realized that I was letting
her go  farther than I would have let a guy go on a first date. I thought
about it for a  moment and realized it was because there were no consequences
with a woman, no  danger of pregnancy, little chance of catching anything
since she'd mentioned  that she'd been celibate for more than a year and had
just had a blood  test.
As we approached her car she pulled her hand out of my  shorts to get her
keys out. She glanced at me and said, "As soon as you're in  the car I want
you to remove your clothes." I started to refuse but then just  nodded. She
unlocked the car and opened my door for me.  As soon as she closed it I
kicked my  sandals off and pushed my shorts down. By the time she pulled out of
the parking  lot I was nude, curled up on the seat, my head resting on her
thigh. She stroked  my hair. "Are you always this submissive?"
I shook my head. "No, and it scares me a  little."
"Do you want to slow down, back off a little, put your  clothes on?"
I thought about it for a moment. "No. It's too  exciting."
Her hand moved to the back of my neck, squeezed  gently.
"You're a pretty little slut. I've always had a soft spot  for pretty
tomboys." She paused, and then added, "They make good slaves." I  shivered but
remained silent, my thoughts racing. I was scared, very scared. But  also
excited beyond anything I'd ever experienced.
She drove in silence for several minutes, rubbing the  back of my neck,
conditioning me to her touch. I had no idea where we were  going, literally or
figuratively. And I didn't really care. When she stopped the  car I started
to sit up but she held me down, her hand gripping the back of my  neck
firmly. "I want you to listen carefully.  You've got a choice. You can ask me to
 take you home and we'll remain friends or you can get out of the car, get
down  on those pretty knees, and beg me to take you as my slave. Your
choice."
She released her grip and I sat up and glanced around. We  were parked
behind an abandoned gas station not far from the theater.  I glanced at Cara and
started to ask her  to take me home. Then I turned and opened the car door,
got out and walked  around to the driver's side. Cara was out and standing
by the car. I dropped to  my knees on the blacktop and whispered, "Please,
accept me as your slave.  Please!"
She ruffled my hair. "Down on your belly, slut. Lick the  toes of my shoes
as a sign of your submission."
I eased myself down onto my belly and licked the toes of  her running
shoes. It was deliciously humiliating! She let me grovel on my belly  for a full
minute before telling me to get back into the car.  I hopped up and brushed
myself off as I  walked around the car. I curled up on the seat again,
content in my  slavery.
She drove me home and masturbated me right there in my  parent's driveway.
I got dressed as quickly as I could and she kissed me one  last time before
I got out to the car. It was just before midnight and I was  relieved to
find that my parents were already in  bed.
The next day was Friday and I was a little nervous when I  got to work. But
I relaxed after Cara treated me no differently that she had the  day
before. Nobody could possibly have guessed that our relationship had changed  so
drastically. It was a hot, humid day and we sweated buckets as we worked.
Later, as we clocked out, Cara said, "Follow me, we'll go for a  swim."
I followed her over to West Ridge, the wealthy section of  town, to a big
colonial house set at the end of a cul-de-sac. The house sits on  a big lot,
looking down the length of the street. The driveway is almost an  extension
of the road. It's surrounded on three sides by woods, ten acres of  woods
owned by Cara's father. He owns the house too but Cara lives there  alone.
I parked in the driveway and got out, looking around in  awe.
"Wow, how does a school teacher afford something like  this?"
Grinning, Cara said, "Sometimes it's nice to have a rich  daddy who wants
his dyke daughter far away and happy enough to stay there." She  gave me a
tour of the property. The yard was immaculately groomed, beautifully
landscaped. The front yard was surrounded by an elaborate wrought iron fence,  the
back by a beautiful basketweave fence, cedar, which insured privacy. She had
 a pool and a basketball court in back. We went in through the back door
and she  gave me a tour of the house. Ten rooms, four bedrooms, three full
baths and one  half-bath, a complete home gym in the finished basement, a
gourmet kitchen, and  a big family room with every electronic gadget you could
imagine.
When we got back to the kitchen she said, "Let's go for a  swim. The
laundry room is through that door, leave your clothes in the washer.  By the way,
there's a house rule for you to follow. You're to be nude at all  times
when you're on this property. No exceptions.  Understand?"
I nodded. "Yes, Cara, I understand." I stripped and  rolled my clothes
into a bundle, carried them into the laundry room and put them  in the washer.
When I returned to the kitchen Cara was nude too, her clothes  piled up on
the counter. I took them and carried them into the laundry room and  put them
in the washer, added detergent, and started  it.
Cara was swimming laps when I got to the pool. I dove in  and did twenty
laps myself. When I finished I stood up in the shallow end and  walked across
the pool to Cara. She was sitting on the steps at the far corner  of the
pool in the shallow end. As I approached she smiled and said, "God,  you're
such a pretty little slut!"
I was blushing when I sat down next to her. She kissed  me, a quick kiss
that left me wanting more. "Emma, I want to give you one more  chance to
change your mind. Do you want to?"
I shook my head. "No, definitely not. I want to spend the  summer as your
slave. At least the summer."
She kissed me again, a longer and more satisfying kiss.  "Good girl. Go
call your parents and tell them you're spending the night with a  friend. You
can give them my name and number. Run."
I got up and ran to the kitchen. I called my mother and  told her that I
was spending the night with Cara, a friend from work. I gave her  the phone
number and we chatted for a couple of minutes. She was curious about  Cara but
not unusually so. After ten minutes we said goodbye and hung up. I ran
back to the pool and told Cara I was all set.
My training began immediately. Not that B.S. type of  training, posing and
all that shit, that those who play at D/s do. No, this was  real training in
how to serve Cara and make her happy. She taught me how to  please her with
my fingers and tongue. Taught me how to give her a massage,  taught me to
accept pain and humiliation.  There were lots of both as she pushed me,
testing my limits. As a  competitive athlete I was challenged to do my best, to
endure more without  breaking. And there was lots of sex. Lots of hard, hot,
sweaty sex. Very  satisfying sex.
A bell rang about six-thirty. We were still at the pool  and I was going
down on Cara for the first time. She told me to run and answer  the door. "I'
ve invited a friend over. She runs a beauty salon. She's going to  trim your
hair a little shorter and give you a full bikini  wax."
I started to wrap myself in a towel but Cara stopped  me.
"Have you forgotten the house rule already? Maybe I need  to take a strap
to you to make you remember. Hmmm?"
I dropped the towel and ran to the door, through the  house, to the front
door. I opened the door and found myself face-to-face with a  cute little
redhead with green eyes. She was my height, 5' 5", and slender. She  smiled as
she looked me over. "You must be Emma." She held her hand out and we
shook. "I'm Louise. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too, ma'am" I locked the door behind  her and led her
through the house and out to the pool. When we got out to the  pool I found
that Cara had donned a short terrycloth robe and was sitting in one  of the
lawn chairs. She stood up as we approached and she and Louise kissed  before
sitting down. It was obvious that they were old friends. Cara tapped the
cement with her foot and said, "Sit here, Emma."
I sat down and rested my head against her thigh and  listened as she and
Louise talked, catching up on each other's recent  doings.  Cara stroked my
hair  absentmindedly as they talked. The talk turned to me and what Cara
wanted.  Louise made a suggestion about my hair.  Cara had me move between them,
on my knees, and Louise bent and tilted my  chin up a little while she made
her point. Cara agreed. Louise stroked my cheek  and said, "She certainly is
a beauty." I blushed.  Nobody had ever described me as a  beauty.
Finally, Louise said, "Might as well get started. I left  my case in the
car. I'll get it and come right  back."
"Nonsense. Emma will get it.  Relax."
I got up and took Louise's keys. I walked out through the  house and out to
her car. I was getting used to being nude but I was still a  little
nervous. I unlocked the trunk of Louise's car, got her case, and went  back inside.
I don't know if anyone saw me. Back at the pool, I knelt on a towel  while
Louise trimmed my hair and shaped it, enhancing my tomboy look. While my
hair was being cut, Cara was in the kitchen heating wax in the  microwave.
I stretched out on a lounge chair and Louise removed my  pubic hair
completely. Then I rolled onto my belly while she removed every trace  of hair from
around my anus and the crevice between my buttocks.  It was embarrassing,
humiliating, and  very exciting. When she was done I was as smooth and bare
as I'd been when I was  nine. I squirmed when Louise touched my anus with the
tip of her finger. "Have  you fucked her here yet?"
Cara chuckled. "No, I've only had her for twenty-four  hours.
I haven't fucked her at  all."
I closed my eyes, totally embarrassed. Louise and Cara  chatted for a
couple of minutes and then Cara walked her out to her car. When  she returned she
sat down and asked me what was wrong. I went and sat on her  lap, buried my
face against her shoulder and asked if she was really going to  fuck me in
the ass. "Of course, but not for a while.  You're not ready." I started to
cry. She  stroked my hair. "Do you want to put your anus off  limits?"
I wanted desperately to do just that but I knew I  couldn't. I shook my
head, whispered, "No."
"Good girl." Cara held me for quite a while, stroking my  hair, then my
thighs. I dozed off and woke as she was carrying me into the  house. She
carried me up to her bedroom without the slightest difficulty. Put me  in bed.
Got in with me. Teased me until I was sobbing in frustration, begging  her to
let me come. "What are you?"
I stared up at her through tears of frustration. "I'm a  slave.....a
slut.....your slut."
"You can do better."
I whipped my head back and forth on the pillow. "Oh,  God!
Please let me come! Please!"
She shook her head, smiling, and leaned close, licked my  nipples one after
the other.
"I'm a lez slave! I'm a slut. I'm a nude lez slave!" She  flicked my clit
with her forefinger and I screamed with pleasure as I went over  the edge.
It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. I sobbed with  relief,
my body drenched with sweat. I took her hand and licked it clean.  Thanked
her for letting me come.
I spent the night on the floor beside her bed. The room  was cool thanks to
her very efficient central air-conditioning system. I woke up  sometime
after midnight, shivering uncontrollably. Nude, miserable, scared,  wondering
what I'd gotten myself into. Cara woke up, reached down, and touched  my
shoulder. "Come into bed with me."
I got up and slipped under the covers, cuddled up to  Cara.
Suddenly I was warm and safe, not scared a bit. I began  to cry.  Tears of
relief. Cara held  me, stroked my back and buttocks while I explained.
Kissed me, told me never to  be afraid, that I was hers and she'd protect me.
Just before I fell asleep she  whispered, "Remind me to spank you in the
morning, slut. For waking me  up."
When I woke up the next morning Cara was in the shower.  When she came out
I was sitting cross-legged on the bed. "You wanted me to  remind you to
spank me."
She smiled, "Thanks, I'd almost forgotten." She put me on  my belly, on
the bed, with my hands locked behind my neck and spanked with a  leather
strap, ten hard strokes on my buttocks that left me sobbing. Then she  sent me to
shower and brush my teeth. She followed me into the bathroom and  dried her
hair while I was sitting on the toilet. I think getting used to using  the
toilet with another person in the room was the hardest thing for me, much
harder than getting used to being spanked.
When I came out of the bathroom the clothes I'd worn the  previous day were
on the bed, in two piles, folded neatly. My jeans, tank top,  and socks
were in one pile. My bra and panties in another.  My work boots were on the
floor at the  foot of the bed. A note on one of the piles directed me to leave
my bra and  panties but bring everything else down to breakfast with me. So
I  did.
Cara was in the kitchen, wearing shorts, sandals, and a  cropped T-shirt.
She had coffee ready, along with English Muffins, eggs, orange  juice, and
bacon. She put a single plate on the table along with a single cup of  coffee.
And she put me on my knees beside her chair. She positioned me so I was
sitting back on my heels, knees spread, back straight, and arms at my sides.
She  fed me from her plate, using fork and fingers. I drank from her glass
and cup  while she held them. It was all very erotic.
When she got grease on her fingers I licked them clean.  When I addressed
her I said ma'am or Ms. Hunter, none of this master/mistress  crap. I
answered in a respectful tone when she spoke to me and I asked questions  freely.
There were restrictions on my behavior, such as not wearing underwear,  but
none on my right to talk.  If  she didn't want me to talk she gagged me.
"How does your butt feel?"
"Sore, ma'am."
"We're going shopping this morning. I want you to have  some clothes here
so you can change as needed. I want you in short skirts, with  skimpy little
tops, or short sundresses. No shorts, no jeans, nothing that would
restrict access to your cunt."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Might have you pierced, too. Nipples, navel, labia,  clit.
Does that scare you?"
I thought about it for a few moments. "A little,  ma'am."
"On second thought, maybe not your navel. Don't want your  mother to start
asking questions."
"Yes, ma'am." Pause. "Do you really think I'm  beautiful?"
She ruffled my hair. "Of course. You're face is lovely,  you've got
beautiful hair and eyes, and a nice tight little body. And your legs  are slim and
perfect. Slender hips, nice round little butt, and pretty tits.  What's not
to like?" I thanked her, blushing furiously, pleased beyond  measure.
After breakfast, I washed the dishes, dried them, and  cleaned up the
kitchen. Then I got dressed and we went shopping. I was  pleasantly surprised at
how exciting it was to be without underwear.  I enjoyed the way my breasts
moved  freely under my top. We went to a mall not far from her house, a place
where it  was unlikely I'd encounter anyone I knew. Our first stop was a
shoe store where  we bought several pairs of sandals.
Next stop was a store that catered to teenagers. Cara  bought me half-dozen
sundresses in various color and patterns. They were all  very short, barely
reaching the top of my thighs, and all had very revealing  tops. The clerk
that helped us was young, a high school girl, and she was  obviously
fascinated when she came into the dressing room with some smaller  sizes and saw me
standing there nude.
She was absolutely entranced when she saw the stripes on  my butt. She
glanced at Cara and whispered, "Did you whip  her?"
Cara nodded. "Yes, I did. Because she woke me in the  middle of the night.
Now please leave us alone while she tries these on." The  girl left and Cara
smiled. "Nice, but too young."
When we left that store I was wearing a sundress and  sandals.
The low-cut top exposed the top of my breasts. I felt  extremely sexy and
was very conscious that I had nothing on underneath. In  another store we
bought several shorts skirts and skimpy little tops to go with  them.
It was after 1:00 p.m. when we left the mall. I called my  mother on Cara's
cell phone and told her I'd be home later, after dinner. She  asked to talk
to Cara and I handed the phone over. They chatted for several  minutes and
seemed to hit it off.
Our next stop was a shop that specialized in bondage  gear. An attractive
goth girl fitted me with a leather collar, wrist and ankle  restraints, and
finely made chains to go with them. She demonstrated how the  snap-rings on
the restraints meshed together and could only be opened with a  tiny key.
Finally, shopping done, we drove back to the house. I was  very relaxed. My
sundress rode up, exposing me completely, but I didn't mind. In  fact, I
enjoyed it. Cara stroked my thighs and hummed a tune I didn't recognize.  "
Will it please you to have me pierced?"
She nodded. "Yes, of  course."
I lifted her hand and kissed it. "Please, have it done  then.
I want to please you more than  anything."
She chuckled, pleased. "In due time. No need to rush. We  have what, seven
weeks before you go back to  school?"
I nodded. "Yes, ma'am, just about seven  weeks."
Something in my voice attracted her attention. "What's  the matter, Emma?"
I sighed and whispered, "I'm not looking forward to going  back to school.
I didn't like it there."
"Why don't you transfer?"
"My parents can't afford another  school."
"Oh." She lapsed into silence. I closed my eyes and  enjoyed the
pleasurable sensations caused by her hand moving up and down my  thigh.
I opened my eyes for a moment and smiled at her. "I love  having you touch
me."
She grinned. "You are a sensuous slut. You're like a  cat.
And I have to admit that I love touching you." The tips  of her fingers
danced over my sex. "Especially  here."
Back at the house, we carried the bags inside and I gave  her a fashion
show. It was fun but I was glad when it was over and I was nude  again. I sat
on her lap, hugged her, kissed her, and then moaned with pleasure  as she
masturbated me. When I was totally aroused, sopping wet, she grabbed my
nipples and pinched them hard, pulling down and away from my body. I screamed in
pain and she went back to masturbating me. As soon as I was fully aroused
again  she pinched and pulled my nipples. She repeated this again and again
until  pleasure and pain merged and I reached orgasm while sobbing from the
pain of  having my nipples pinched yet again.
I didn't want to go home that night but I had no choice.  Cara kissed me,
leaning into my car to do so, and then wiped my tears away with  a tissue. "
Don't cry, Emma. We'll see each other tomorrow." As I drove home I  wondered
how I could have become so attached to her in just a couple of  days.
I saw her the next day, Sunday, and every night the  following week. At
work we were just coworkers. At night I was her slut. I was  usually nude,
almost always aroused, and incredibly happy. On Wednesday night  she took me
back to the bondage shop and the goth girl pierced my clit and  inserted a
stainless steel stud. I enjoyed stripping in front of her, standing  there nude
while she and Cara discussed piercing me. Later, at home, Cara  whipped me
for flirting with the girl. She used a little rubber whip she called  a dog
whip.  It hurt more than I  could have imagined. I danced around, screaming
and begging, while she gave me a  dozen on my ass and thighs, two across my
tits, and one between my legs.  Needless to say, I didn't flirt anymore.
I knew she was genuinely angry when she didn't cuddle me  after the
whipping. She threw the whip down and stalked out of the room,  stopping at the
door to tell me to get dressed and go home. She went out through  the kitchen
and walked down to the pool. I waited a few minutes then went down  to the
pool. When I reached the gate I went to my knees and then down on my  belly. I
crawled to her and licked her feet in abject submission. I begged her  to
whip me again if she wanted. "Just don't send me home. Please! Please don't
send me home! Please whip me! Oh, God, please!"
She finally relented and said, "You can stay and I won't  whip you. You've
had enough for one night." She told me to swim laps and she sat  and
watched with a very thoughtful look on her face. I swam laps until I was
exhausted. Then I dragged myself out of the pool and stretched out at her feet.
After a couple of minutes she lifted her feet and let them rest on my belly. I
was forgiven.
A week passed and our relationship evolved. I became more  attached to Cara
and hated to leave her for even a few minutes. The goth girl  pierced my
nipples and fitted them with delicate gold rings.  I didn't  flirt.
At the same time, my relationship with my parents which  had been
deteriorating since high school reached rock bottom. My mother caught a  glimpse of
my breasts and raised hell because of the rings.  One thing led to another
and I admitted  that Cara and I were lovers.  My  father lost it entirely and
beat me with his fists, kicking me when I fell down.  He ripped my clothes
off and tossed me out of the house.  Literally threw me into the back yard. I
 managed to get to my car, get the spare key out of the magnetic box, and
drive  to Cara's house.
Cara drove me to the emergency room. The doctor knew I'd  been beaten and
questioned her. She told him my father had done it and told the  police the
same thing when they came. My father was arrested but was released  when I
refused to press charges. I had two cracked ribs, a loose tooth, various
scrapes and bruises, and a broken finger.  I stayed overnight and Cara stayed in
the room with me, refusing to leave  for longer than a few moments. I was
high on painkillers when I heard the nurse  ask Cara what her relationship to
me was. Cara hesitated for a moment before  saying, "I love her. We're
lovers."
Cara was furious with me for refusing to press charges  against my father
but she got over it after sulking for a couple of days. My  mother shipped
some of my personal possessions to Cara's house via Fed Ex. I  signed some
papers while I was still groggy and later found out that I'd signed  papers
that gave Cara my power-of-attorney. She promptly set about getting me
enrolled at Yale. I was stunned when she told me I was in. "Daddy fixed it. I
threatened to move back to Michigan if he  didn't."
She also junked my car and bought me a new Pathfinder  with 4-wheel drive.
I couldn't work any more that summer and she quit staying  home with me. The
goth girl came out to the house and pierced my labia, fitting  me with two
small rings on either side. There was a little gold chain with a  tiny
weight dangling from the lower ring on the left side. The chain brushes my  thigh
with each step I take.

Yale is only a twenty  minute driver from the house so I commute. I love it
there. Cara is still  teaching and I'm still learning. At Yale and at home.
I have to maintain a 3.8  GPA or else.  Cara checks my work  and punishes
me if she's not satisfied. I frequently go to class barely able to  sit down
because Cara has taken a strap to me for not doing my best.

Now, two years later, I'm a senior and I'm still Cara's  slave.
I love her more than anything and would do anything to  please her. I have
a delicate chain tattoo around my left ankle with the words  "Cara's Slave"
worked into the links. I'm still embarrassed when she fucks me in  the ass
with a strap-on and I still cry when she spanks me.
We have a new addition to the household. Her name is  Kerri and she's a
sophomore in college, a cute little redhead that I met at a  soccer game. It
was instant lust on my part. I brought Kerri home for  Thanksgiving after
discussing it with Cara. She was amused but told me to be  sure to tell Kerri
about our relationship before I brought her home. Kerri was  horrified when I
told her I was another woman's slave. We were in the library at  the time.
She rushed off and I thought that was it.
The next day I found her waiting when I left my 4:00  p.m.  history class.
She apologized  for her reaction and asked if we could talk. We walked down
to the parking lot  got into the Pathfinder. She asked a lot of questions
about my relationship with  Cara and seemed surprised when she realized that I
was genuinely happy. "Where  do I fit in?"
I slipped my arm around her and drew her close, kissed  her gently. "I've
wanted you since the moment we met. I want to get into your  pants so badly
I can't see straight! Come home with me tomorrow and spend the  weekend.
Meet Cara. Then we'll see."
She was hesitant. "I've never even kissed another girl  before now."
I kissed her again, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She  sighed and re
laxed. I unsnapped her jeans and slipped my hand inside, down  between her
legs. Her panties were damp. I stroked her pussy with the tips of my  fingers.
She sighed and whispered, "Not here, please, someone will see us. Let's  go
for a ride. Take me to your house and introduce me to  Cara."
I stared at her in silence for a moment. "You want it  too, don't you?"
She glanced out the window. "Want  what?"
"Slavery. You want to be a  slave."
She shook her head. "Don't be silly." But I knew she was  lying.
I started the Pathfinder and drove home. As soon as we  were off campus I
glanced at Kerri and said, "Take your jeans off." She  hesitated and I said,
"NOW!" She kicked her boots off and eased her jeans down,  folding them
neatly once she had them off. She was wearing a pair of gray cotton  panties,
Hanes, and gray socks. Her legs were beautiful. I pulled off the  highway
into a rest area. I stopped at the far end, away from anyone else, and  kissed
her. It was a long kiss, very enjoyable. She protested mildly when I
tugged her panties down. She spread her legs and moaned as I masturbated her to
orgasm. When I told her to finish stripping she shook her head and said, "No.
"  But she didn't resist when I unzipped her jacket. She sat quietly and
let me  strip her naked.
I told her I was going to deliver her to Cara that way -  naked, her hands
bound behind her back. She protested weakly but curled up on  the seat with
her head resting on my thigh and didn't say another word. When we  got home
I drove right into the garage. Kerri shivered, her nipples hard little
pebbles, while I secured her hands behind her back with her belt. I rubbed her
panties between her legs and then stuffed them into her mouth. I took her
into  the kitchen and she watched, wide eyed, while I undressed. Then I took
her to  Cara.
I dropped to my knees in front of Cara and watched as she  looked Kerri
over. After a moment she reached up and removed the panties. "Do  you want to
stay or do you want to go?"
Kerri didn't hesitate. "Stay." She dropped to her knees  beside me.
Cara smiled. "You two make a pretty pair." She glanced at  me. "Untie her,
Emma." I obeyed without hesitation. "Kiss her." I turned and  kissed Kerri
on the mouth, rubbing my tits against hers.  She slumped against me,
moaning with  pleasure. "Do her with your tongue." I eased Kerri down onto the
floor and began  to lick her wet cunt, loving the taste of her.

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