My Very Own

Chapter 9. A Family Dinner

"Basting Katie, that's the key."

"What," Katie gasped, astounded at what her mother had said.

"Basting Katie, basting is the key to a succulent roast."

"Oh, Ok Mom."

A flash of overwhelming and uncontrollable fear had swept over her. She could have sworn her mother had said 'bating was the key'. The irrational paranoia that had plagued her all weekend had slammed into her with full force, leaving her heart pounding painfully in her chest. She was losing it, fucking losing it. But she had a reason. A very good, seven inch long reason.

"You okay, you look a little flushed hon."

Well you would be too if you had a- She couldn't believe she was thinking such things towards her mother. "I'm good thanks Mom."

"Well there's not a lot more you can do. The table does need setting though."

"Ok Mom," Katie replied, dutifully collecting the plates and cutlery they would need.

She placed the four plates on the table and leaned against it for a moment, desperate to collect her shattered emotions. Her pussy was on fire. Each step, each shift of weight, each movement was an agony of ecstasy. She was sure she would have come long ago if it had not been for the humiliation that constantly floated on the surface of her emotions, occupying her thoughts, never letting her truly enjoy the sensations pulsing between her legs.

She had spent the last ten minutes right next to her mother, talking to her, all the while her pussy was stuffed to capacity with the long glass hardness of her dildo. Her mother knew something was going on, she had to. Katie could feel the heat of arousal radiating from her chest, neck and face. She moaned softly as her pussy tightened involuntarily, forcing, for the hundredth time, the dildo out of her vagina, only to have the tight elasticity of her panties force it back in.

She was fucking herself! The thought made her moan once more, knowing now, without a doubt what a slut she was. She wasn't doing it, her pussy was. She didn't have any control, it was acting all by itself. She really didn't have any control of her life, not even her body. She had done her best to ignore her stiff nipples, knowing they were standing out prominently under the tight red shirt. She had tried to forget about them, as if by doing so everyone else would as well. She knew her mother had seen them, as if they could be missed, but she hoped she had proscribed it to something other than sexual arousal. She had almost convinced herself that was the way it was, almost.

Stop daydreaming bitch, get the table set and get back upstairs. That's the only way you will get this over with. Stairs she thought, grimacing at the memory of the harrowing journey down the short flight, the dildo forcing its way deep inside her, the soft, wet walls of her pussy choking the thick shaft in manic spasms.

It wasn't that it didn't feel good, it did. God did it feel good. It was just that, well if she was honest, she didn't want this happening. She didn't want to be teased in this way, especially not in her own home, around other people, even if they were only her parents. Fuck, what if Lauren tried to make her do this at school! No way, she couldn't. She would get no work done at all and Lauren wanted her to do good in class.

As Katie laid the plates and cutlery around the table, she realised with horror that she could smell her sex. She shouldn't have been surprised. The amount of cream that must be sloshing around in her panties, coating her dildo and oozing from her pussy, must be phenomenal.

Now that she was out of the kitchen, away from the delicious swirling aromas of roasting chicken, another odour was making itself known. She placed her hands flat on the table and tried to calm herself as the thick scent of her arousal assaulted her senses. It wasn’t as strong or as pungent as yesterday and for that she was grateful. God, yesterday. It was only yesterday that she had felt such an intense humiliation it had threatened to shatter her composure and send her running from the school.

She could just see herself, slamming through the wide double doors, arms flailing in the air above her head, hair streaming in tangled tatters, her face a contorted mask of insanity. She smiled at the image, surprised that she could still amuse herself. Don’t forget to add the big cream stain on the back of your skirt, she mused. The weak smile flickered and faded as the emotional pain became fresh again. Why did she have to think that? Why did she always have to ruin things?

Katie straightened the cutlery, wanting everything to be perfect when Lauren came down to dine. She collected the glasses and set them and looked one last time at the table, trying to spot any errors or untidiness. She knew Lauren would notice something and she knew that she would not be forgiven if anything was amiss. She was tired of being chastised for doing things wrong.

“Table’s set Mom, anything else I can do?”

“That’s ok hon, I have it from here. You run along back to Lauren.”

Yeah, no. Katie wouldn’t be running anywhere anytime soon but she was eager to get back to her room. And to Lauren she supposed. Her owner was the only one who was going to empty her pussy and as much as the shudders of pleasure that rocked her young body made her smile, the frustration of not being able to sate her desire had become maddening. She wanted the dildo out. The humiliation of being made to walk around her own house like this was equally as upsetting. She was supposed to feel safe and secure at home but even here she could not escape the degradation that Lauren seemed determined to visit upon her.

The journey up the stairs felt like an epic ordeal to the young girl. She had been determined to push through quickly, hurrying to her room to find some measure of solace, but she was only halfway up and had already stopped to catch her breath twice. The enjoyable feelings that pulsed through her young sex were starting to be overshadowed by the need to be free. The dildo was too far inside her, occasionally sending a tiny spike of pain up into her belly. She was sure it was further inside her now than when she had started. Had the constant movement stretched her vagina? Was that even possible?

Katie lifted her leg once more, feeling the tight material of her panties go taut. The pressure on her dildo increase, edging it further inside her. A quiet, barely audible, squishing sound reached Katie’s ears. She froze, straddling the stairs, unwilling to move and hear that sound again. The longer she stood there the easier it was to convince herself that she had heard nothing. The house was quiet, sure, but the noises from the kitchen and the muted hum of the television in the lounge could still be heard. It must have been something from the kitchen. So let’s go, she urged. Up the stairs. Come on.

Katie did not move. She couldn’t. She wanted to, she really did, it was just... She couldn't bear to hear that sound again. But it wasn't even anything. It was something from the kitchen. Her vaginal muscles clenched around the intruder, squeezing along the entire length of the bumpy glass shaft. That was it. She couldn't stand this any longer.

Katie lifted her left leg and brought herself level on the step above. See, nothing. She was so fucking stupid. Yes she was wet, ridiculously so. She could feel her cream smeared over her smooth lips, parted by the dildo. She was sure the entire length of the toy was inside her now. She had never pushed past the third bump and now she felt so full. As if on cue her muscles contracted around the unforgiving shaft and she moaned softly, more eager than ever to put an end to this pleasurable torment.

She stepped up determinedly, confident of making her room, getting back to Lauren and having the maddening object removed. No please, it wasn't, she cried, knowing full well that this time there was no doubt. A definite slurping sound, soft and susurrant came from between her legs. There was no one else to hear the noise now, yet she blushed furiously, the mere knowledge that such a noise had come from her, that she had become so aroused, her pussy creamed so intensely, that it was even possible was humiliation enough.

Now she knew it was true, she hurried up the stairs as fast as she could, masking the subtle sounds with the rustle of her movement. Lauren was at the computer once again and Katie stood at attention behind her, waiting to be acknowledged. At least she was standing still now, but that did not stop the random pulsing in her sex. She wished that she could be allowed to face into the room but Lauren had been clear in her instructions and she was left looking at the blank wall around her door. Katie could hear her owner type behind her and tried to imagine just what she was doing. After only a minute the fragile young girl was pleading silently with her owner, begging to be noticed.

Lauren made Katie wait more than five minutes before she turned from the computer and looked at the pretty young teen. Just seeing her like this, standing obediently as she had been instructed made her own pussy flutter with excitement. When she had been planning the capture of her classmate she had never imagined the actual training itself could be so exciting, so fulfilling. Just seeing her like this, meek and submissive made her heart beat faster.

"My, my Kitty you have been enjoying yourself haven't you?"

"Yes Miss," Katie replied, the joy at being acknowledged evident in her voice.

"I coul smell you as soon as you came in Kitty. So delicious. How far away is dinner?"

"Just a few minutes Miss."

"Well I suppose we should put an end to your fun. I don't want to hear any complaints Kitty, I don't think you would be able to sit properly with that inside you. It isn't really designed for that. Skirt up."

Katie complied, lifting her black skirt up, revealing the pretty pink panties underneath. Lauren knelt down in front of her slave and looked at the sight before her. The dildo had penetrated almost completely into Katie's pussy but the final sphere, the biggest of them all still protruded from her vagina. It pushed the tiny pink panties away from her body creating a tent in the fabric, allowing Lauren to see the clear bulb from the side.

Katie's smooth pink labia bulged around the intruder, hugging the slick shaft tightly. It was a beautiful sight and Lauren was loathe to put an end to it, but she knew she must. She had other plans for that cunt. The moment Lauren slid the panties past Katie's hips the dildo popped out, liberally coated in the teenager's thick cream.

Lauren caught the dildo by the large globe at the end and handed it up to Katie. The teenager took it without complaint, immediately lifting it to her mouth to clean the white ooze from its length.

"Kitty," Lauren snapped, noticing the movement from the corner of her eye, her attention still focused on the delicious snatch before her. She had watched as Katie closed, once the shaft had been removed, though much more slowly than she had expected. The sight of her little clit peeking out past it's hood was something else she would have loved to inspect in more detail, but there was time enough for that later.

"Now Kitty," Lauren continued as she stood up and faced the frozen teen. Katie had remained immobile, paralysed by the harsh tone in her owner's voice, the dildo half way to her mouth, her lips already parted as if preparing for a kiss. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Um, cleaning the dildo Miss," she replied timidly, waiting for Lauren to tell her what she had done wrong now.

"Kitty were you given permission to lick your cream?"

"No Miss," Katie admitted despondently. She had only tried to do what she thought was right.

"You are an eager little slut I know, but that cream is not yours to eat now is it?"

"No Miss."

"You eat what I say, when I say. I am not training a greedy, selfish little slut. I know you would be happy as a pig in mud if you could slurp your cuntcream all day long but that's not up to you now is it?"
"No Miss," Katie agreed. She didn't want to eat it, she was only doing what she thought Lauren wanted. She wanted to let Lauren know, wanted her to know she had done the wrong thing only because she was trying to be good, not selfish or greedy, but she knew it did not matter. Lauren didn't care what she had to say, she had disappointed her again and that was all there was to it.

"Well Kitty go ahead and clean it, but make it quick."

Katie all but devoured the glass dildo in her haste to clean it of her cream. She was on the knife's edge of making Lauren unhappy and that was the last thing she wanted, the last thing in the world. She wanted her panties back up too but there was nothing she could do about that right now. Lauren had only pulled them halfway down her thigh and the small panties were pulled tightly against the soft flesh of her legs.

It was over in moments. Despite the amount of cream, she had cleaned each glass sphere immaculately, slurping the larger blobs of cream into her mouth and diligently licking the smaller smears with her tongue. Lauren watched her intently, confident that her enthusiasm was borne equally from a will to please and from the desire for the cream itself. She didn't mind the taste of herself, but Katie seemed to love it, the little slut.

Lauren took the clean dildo from her slave and threw it casually on the bed. Katie's eyes flickered to the glistening toy, anxious that Lauren planned to leave it there, in plain sight. She had always been very careful, ultra careful, to put it straight back into her hiding place when she was done.

Katie shuddered as Lauren slid two of her fingers along her labia, gently pressing on the bare lips, puffy with arousal. Each finger came away with a healthy blob of cream at its tip. Katie closed her lips when she noticed them parting of their own accord, desperate not to have Lauren think she was greedy for a second time.

Instead of popping the slime covered fingers into the young girl's eager mouth, she instead placed the tip of each finger against Katie's nostrils, sealing each tiny hole, the small measure of pussy cream pushed just inside each opening. Katie opened her mouth to breath, though this did nothing to lessen the aroma that now had a direct line into her brain.

"I don't approve of drugs Kitty. But you have an addiction of an entirely different sort, eh my little slut. Snort your fix Kitty."

Katie looked at her classmate incredulously. She could feel the slimy cream pressed inside her nostrils. It felt weird and yucky. She had stood still while Lauren toyed with her but to actually snort her cream, well it was something she just didn't think she could do. As she stood there, her owners fingers pressed against her nostrils she came to wonder just what limit Lauren could place on her degradation.

Peeing in front of another girl was bad. Drinking the spit of another person was worse. Having her body used as a sextoy was something entirely different but snorting the discharge from her pussy was disgusting. She couldn't do it. She wouldn't do it. Enough was enough.

Katie looked defiantly into Lauren's eyes and immediately snorted quickly and deeply. She stepped away from Lauren, shook her head and fluttered her hands in front of her face as if shooing a squadron of flies. Her eyes watered at the thought of what she had just done, but she had no choice.

Big tough girl eh, she chided. All it took was one look from her owner, the cold, hard disappointment she saw in those pale blue orbs spurring her into instant activity. How could she be so helpless with this girl? How could she be at the mercy of a girl her own age? How could she be controlled with a look?

"I know you would prefer to eat it Kitty, but a change is as good as a holiday as they say."

Lauren was beaming at her but Katie wasn't sure if it was because she had done something right, or just because Lauren enjoyed demeaning her, teasing her, knowing she could do nothing in return.

"Oh Kitty, you're so gorgeous. How could I ever resist you," Lauren said stepping in and kissing her classmate passionately.

Katie responded immediately, her own lips parting, her tongue darting out eagerly. Well if I'm getting called a slut, why not she told herself, knowing as she did so that such feeble deflections were not fooling anyone, least of all her. Katie leaned in to her owner, her hands sliding to her owner's hips, sneaking under her shirt to find the bare skin.

Just as she was beginning to lose herself in the warmth of Lauren's embrace, her father called them down to dinner. Fuck, no. These were the times Katie cherished, the times when she knew Lauren liked her, knew she was more than just a possession to her. And her father had ruined it. She wanted to stomp her feet and curse but all she did was pull up her panties, at Lauren's command, seating them snugly against her wet pussy, damp meeting damp. She had seen the wet spot in the crotch of the panties, darkening the thin, pink material, knowing that it would be larger by the end of the night.

Her pussy had not stopped pulsing, even once the dildo had been removed. It was almost as if she missed that hard shaft, even though she was glad it had been removed. When Lauren had kissed her she had felt her sex tighten and knew her juices continued to flow. She would have liked a break from the constant state of arousal she found herself in. The continued stimulation was creating a frustration that was beginning to be painful. Her clit was so hard it hurt and she wanted desperately to come, though she would never admit that to anyone.

Lauren had told her that no one would make her come, that she came because she wanted to. Katie didn't really believe that. She might have asked for permission, begged for permission if she was honest, but she had been given no choice. Lauren had made her come, had wrenched the powerful orgasm from her body as surely as she controlled everything else. Ah but if you had not asked, what would have happened then she questioned. She couldn't have lasted much longer, but still.

Katie was glad when Lauren left the room, pulling her along by her collar, one finger hooked under the tight metal band. She hated arguing with herself, especially when she was losing. She was glad of the distraction but dreaded what new humiliations the meal with her parents would bring.

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"This chicken is delicious Emma."

"Thank you Lauren, there's a key to a good roast isn't there Katie?"

"Yes Mom, basting," replied Katie, taking extreme care to say the word correctly.

"Katie is interested in learning to cook," Katie's mother said looking poignantly at her husband.

"I think I see someone's influence at work here. You need to hire yourself out Lauren, you could make a mint as a domesticator of teenage girls. I know a hundred parents who would pay for that service," Greg chuckled, Lauren and her mother joining in the hilarity.

Katie didn't feel like laughing. Not only was she the butt of the joke but it hit a little too close to the mark for her liking. She focused on eating the meal on her plate though she needed to make sure she didn't eat too quickly. She had far less on her plate than anyone else, the small serving having already been set by her owner.

Watching Lauren and her parents eat the sweet corn was a torture in itself. She could see the succulent sweetness as Lauren bit into hers, juice popping with almost every bite. While she was stuck with zuchini. She had never liked zuchini. Everything else was delicious and she had to resist the temptation to scoff it all down in record time. She knew if she did so Lauren was sure to tease her and she did not want to be called a piglet again. It would also leave her with nothing to do as everyone else ate their full servings of the sumptuous meal.

As her father had carved the succulent bird, the heady aroma of the roast had wafted around the table. Katie smelt the mouth-watering aroma but her thoughts were on another scent. Her wet pussy was emitting its own pungent odour but it was the cream Lauren had forced her to snort that she could not dismiss. She was sure her sex was masked by the delicious aroma of the food but to the anxious young girl, it was hopelessly overshadowed.

"Katie I haven't said it before but I think you look absolutely darling with your new hairstyle," her mother said, reaching out to touch a stray lock. "It really suits you, I never liked it before, hiding that pretty face."
"Uh thanks Mom," Katie replied self-consciously. Her mother was right of course, but she had liked her old cut. She had liked being able to hide her face if she wanted. She knew Lauren wanted her to be pretty and look her best but she just knew that one of the reasons Lauren had chosen this style was for the very reason her mother had mentioned.

"You sure that's all you want Katie," her mother said with concern, "there's plenty more of everything."
"Thanks Mom, this is all I'm allowed."

Katie almost dropped her fork when she realised what she had said. Holy fucking hell, how dense could she be. Her mother and father were looking at her strangely. No fucking joke she thought, cursing herself and falling even further into despair when she felt the heat begin to rise in her chest and face, knowing her cheeks were flushing the deep shade of pink, the colour she was quickly learning to hate above all others.

"Exercising will really only get you half way to a healthy body," Lauren said, coming to the flustered teen's rescue. "A balanced diet is just as important."

Katie loved Lauren then, for that one moment her heart brimmed with adoration for her owner. Her brain had shut down and she would have stayed silent, sitting there like some statue, stunned by her stupidity, paralysed by the self-inflicted humiliation.

"Well she's lucky to have you guiding her Lauren. Now if only I had a friend like you," Katie's mother said, looking down poignantly at her own body.

Lauren laughed, along with everyone else, but Katie saw something more in those pale blue eyes as her owner looked at her mom. Katie flashed back to her mother. She was still attractive, her breasts high and firm. She was starting to get a little bit of a belly and she was definitely softer than she was in the photos of her youth, but Katie had to admit she was still really pretty.

The bewildered teen looked back at her owner, meeting her gaze now, noticing the wide smile that lit up Lauren's face. The conversation turned to the mundane but Katie had no ability to follow. Her mind whirled with unpleasant thoughts as she picked at her meal. The vision of her mother with a collar around her neck make her almost gag on the piece of potato she was attempting to swallow. What the fuck was wrong with her? What had Lauren done to her? Her thoughts were becoming warped!

She tried to listen to the conversation but she couldn't quite focus her thoughts. Lauren and her parents were getting on like a house on fire, laughing and joking as if they had known each other for years. Katie could not deny that Lauren was extremely charming and she was really smart and confident and pretty and her smile was infectious and her eyes... those pale ghostly eyes. She kept glancing at her owner throughout the meal, hoping to feel those eyes upon her. A jolt of electricity shot up her body from groin to throat each time their eyes met, but she sheepishly looked away, unable to deal with the sensation once it occurred, but unable to stop coming back for more.

"No you sit, we'll clear the table," Katie heard Lauren say, shocking her out of her reverie. The meal had ended? Katie immediately stood up to help clear the table.

"Lauren dear, you're a guest. We can't allow you to clear, you sit," Lauren's father said.

Katie paused for only a split-second before collecting the other dirty plates and cutlery, stacking them and taking them into the kitchen. She put the dirty dishes on the sink and leaned against the benchtop, closing her eyes and trying to gain her composure. The paranoia burst upon her with full force. Her parents were in on it! They knew! But why would Lauren have explained away her food if that was the case?

And yet here she was, alone in the kitchen, clearing the table by herself while her parents and her owner sat in the dining room, laughing at her. She could hear them. 'Thanks so much for making our daughter a slave Lauren', 'no problem Emma, she's not a bad little slut'. Her chest ached at the imagined conversation. And she called her Mom, Emma and her Dad, Greg. They were all so pally, it wasn't fair. It was sickening.

She had wanted her parents to be suspicous of Lauren. She had wanted them to see through the ruse and rescue her from the predicament she had landed herself in. Instead her parents seemed to love Lauren, treating her like one of the family. Katie took a deep breath, finally convinced that her parents knew nothing. Her slavery and the reason for it was was still her and Lauren's secret. If only she used her common sense she would have known it all along. She just didn't know why she acted, and felt, so foolish all the time.

Katie returned and removed the dishes of food from the table, balancing as many containers as she could, eager to have this humiliating service at an end. It wasn't that she was clearing the table, there was nothing wrong with that, it was just that she had been singled out for it. Ordinarily it would mean nothing but now it only highlighted the demeaning situation in which she was trapped. She was serving. It was what she was for.

As Katie was stacking the dishes beside the sink, collecting all the unfinished food together she was startled by the appearance of Lauren carrying the glasses from the table. She had come to help her afterall. She wasn't totally alone. She could have hugged Lauren then, the relief she felt at having company flushing her with warmth. Lauren put the glasses on the bench and stepped in close to her girl.

Lauren reached out and grabbed Katie's shirt, pulling the young girl's petite frame into her embrace. Their lips met in a brief, tender kiss. Katie's eyes flickered to the doorway, fearful of her parents seeing her kiss another girl.

"Kitty, I know you have no idea how cute you are when you serve. You really were meant to be a slave," Lauren said, running her hands along the smooth flesh under her shirt. "Your Mom has made an apple pie for dessert. Cut four slices and serve three with a scoop of ice cream. When everyone has received their dessert you may take your seat and have yours."

Before Katie even had a chance for a 'yes Miss', Lauren had turned and left the room, leaving Katie on her own, alone with her thoughts of submission. She could think of nothing else as she prepared the dessert, leaving one bowl, her bowl, bare of the sweet ice cream. She supposed she should count herself lucky that she was allowed any dessert at all but she didn't feel lucky.

She felt small and vulnerable and desperately wanted someone to comfort her. The people that were supposed to comfort her when things went wrong were only a room away and yet they were lost to her. There was one other who could comfort her and make her feel better and she too was mere feet away. It was to her owner that her throughts turned now. She wanted nothing more than for Lauren take her in her arms, squeeze her tightly and tell her everything would be alright. No kissing, nothing sexual, she just wanted, needed, the human touch. She wanted what Lauren had given her that afternoon, before she had ruined it.

Katie gathered up the three bowls of dessert, one in each hand and balanced a third on her left forearm, resting against her body. She placed the first bowl in front of Lauren, feeling a surge of emotion as she was rewarded with a smile from her owner. Once her parents had been served, she returned for her own bowl, still lamenting the absence of ice cream.

If she could live off one food for the rest of her life it was ice cream and its myriad flavours. She wondered just how often she would be allowed to indulge now that she belonged to Lauren. It was going to be hard, she knew. There were always three or four different flavours in the house and the temptation of knowing it was there, out of her reach, was already playing upon her mind. Surely it could not be more frustrating than not being able to touch herself or come.

She was already feeling that frustration. Her arousal had been peaked all day, from the very moment she had awoken, constantly renewed by herself or her owner. Her sex ached, actually ached, for release. Why did everything have to turn sexual now? She had tried to dismiss the thoughts but she felt her damp panties push into her pussy as she sat down at the table and all other thoughts were suddenly pushed to the periphery.

"Katie?"

"Huh," she replied, still a little dazed. "I mean pardon," she added when she saw the frown on Lauren's face.

"I said, seeing you without ice cream is like seeing a car without wheels, " her father repeated, loving his automotive metaphors.

"Diet, Daddy," Katie replied, thankful that this time she hadn't blurted something retarded.

"Her training is going really well Greg. She has the ability to be really good, she just needs to behave and apply herself," Lauren interjected, looking pointedly at her property.

"Well stick with it Katie, we know you can do it," her father beamed as he encouraged his daughter.

Katie knew now that Lauren was toying with her, it had finally tweaked in her oh-so-slow brain. She was just suggesting things, innocent sounding things, unless you were trapped as the slave of a young girl, then each little innuendo cut deep, humiliating and playing on your fears. Even now that she knew what was going on, finally, it didn't make it easier to accept. She felt stupid but with so many other things bombarding her fragile mind she couldn't really blame herself for being so slow.

"Thank you for a wonderful meal Emma. Everything was delicious," Lauren beamed, playing the dutiful guest but sincere nonetheless.

"Oh, this," Emma said, waving at the table dismissively, "just something I threw together."

Everyone laughed. Even Katie smiled politely though she didn't really feel like joining in the general mirth. She should really be glad that her parents and her owner were getting along. It would make it so much easier for her. She was a terrible liar and at least this way she may not have to do so much. It also meant that her secret was safer but she still felt betrayed and alone. There was no one else to whom she could turn. All she had now was Lauren.

"You guys go and relax, we'll do the dishes and clear up. You deserve a rest."

"Thank you Lauren, you really are a sweet girl."

Katie watched her parents leave the table and head off to the lounge to relax, no doubt to watch some renovation or cooking show. Maybe she should start watching some of those cooking shows. Lauren wanted her to learn to cook. It was something a slave needed to know to please her owner. Well she could watch them if Lauren allowed it of course.

"Finish clearing away Kitty and then do the dishes. I will be back in twenty minutes to inspect your work."

Lauren came around to her side of the table, kissed her lightly on the side of the neck and disappeared, leaving the stunned teenager sitting alone at the dinner table. So this was how it was going to be. She was so fucking stupid to think that Lauren was going to stay and help. She would have loved the company but it was her place to do the cleaning, she guessed. Serving was what she seemed destined for now: whether it be domestically or sexually.

She had no time to sit and lament her predicament, fooling herself with thoughts of unfair treatment. But didn't she deserve a rest? No time idiot, she chastised, springing from the table and getting to work. She had less than twenty minutes and she knew if she didn't pass Lauren's inspection she would be punished. Not only did that mean pain but also that Lauren would be upset and disappointed with her and that was as bad, if not worse.

The next twenty minutes was a blur of activity for the forlorn teen. She had almost no chance to feel sorry for herself as she cleared and cleaned and scrubbed and dried. She was just drying the last dish as Lauren stepped into the kitchen.

"Attention," snapped Lauren.

Katie quickly dried the last dish, put it on the bench with the towel and stepped back and to attention. Lauren brushed a hand tenderly across her hip as she passed to inspect the dishes. Despite having never really washed dishes, Katie was confident in her ability to clean. Still, she stood nervously, her fingers fidgeting behind her back, praying that her owner would be satisfied.

Lauren looked over the clean, sparkling bowls and plates, inspecting the handles of the pots and between the tines of random forks. Kitty had done a good job. In a short time she had managed to complete the task and she had done well. She was proud of her. She knew Katie had been a typical lazy teen and never really helped around the house at all. Such an easy change to make but such an important one. A slave needed to learn how to serve in every way and keeping a clean house was one of the core duties that every slave must fulfill.

"Good girl. You've done a very good job. Come here and give me a kiss."

Katie flushed with pride at having pleased her owner. There was relief as well but it was overshadowed by the more unexpected emotion. She didn't really know what to think about the way she felt. It felt both wrong and right at the same time and it left her in a muddled state of confusion, off-balance and uncertain. One thing she was sure about: Lauren had asked for a kiss and Katie had no intention of denying her.

The moment their lips met Katie felt a pulse of electricity between her legs, that tingling fire that left her breathless. Her knees trembled at the sensation and her fingers fluttered against her owner's hips. It was only a kiss but it felt as if she was going to orgasm. Lauren sensed it and moved in close, crushing Katie's tender lips with her own. But this was not the time or the place.

"Put everything away and make sure the benches are clean Kitty. Then come upstairs, we have things to do."

"Yes Miss," Katie replied breathily, the force of the strange sensation still surging through her.

She watched Lauren leave the kitchen, her graceful movements a beauty to behold, her tight ass bouncing underneath the skirt. Katie turned away, conscious of what she was doing. She wasn't a lesbian, she really wasn't. And even if she was, this was Lauren, the girl who had made her a slave, caned her, used her. Even with those thoughts now clear in her mind, she still could not dismiss her feelings.

The kitchen was clean in record time and she all but ran up the stairs to her room. She didn't know what Lauren had in mind for the night but such knowledge really didn't mean anything to her anyway. She had no choice in what was to happen so knowing in advance was as useful as knowing night followed day.

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"Ok Kitty, everything off but the panties. We need to add your new clothes to the catalogue."

It hadn't occurred to Katie that she would need to perform the demeaning modelling every time something new was bought, but it made sense. She put her skirt and shirt on the end of the bed and stood against the wall as Lauren photographed her.

"Well that one will do I guess. You can see the creamstains, but for those panties I guess that is appropriate."

Katie blushed, thinking of the moisture darkened crotch of the small pink panties, the words 'EAT ME' printed just above. Appropriate? She guessed it was: photographic evidence of the fact she was a slut.

"Panties off Kitty and come here. Up," Lauren commanded patting the bed when Katie was close.

Katie crawled up on the bed and lay back as her owner indicated. With gentle touches, Lauren eased her legs apart, pushing her knees back towards her body. Katie could feel her sex open, feel the air waft across her juice covered pussy. The instant Lauren's hot tongue touched her puffy labia she moaned in ecstasy. Fucking hell. This was like... she didn't have the words, her brain wasn't working on those terms any longer. She lay back and moaned again as Lauren's tongue caressed her slit, cleaning away the accumulated cream.

"Panties in your mouth Kitty. You need to clean too."

Katie obeyed, unfolding the panties and turning the crotch inside out as she placed them in her mouth. The scent was strong, hours of arousal soaked into the thin material. She worked her saliva into the moist garment, dampening it further, suckling and licking her panties clean.

Lauren abandoned the gentle approach and instead attacked Katie's cunt with a fanatic fervour. She was no more experienced than Katie but she had seen quite a lot of movies that had allowed her to learn much about the art. That is how she saw it anyway: the art of pleasure. Some were flat-out exploitation pieces but there were a few of the more straight down-the-line style movies that were perfect, all close-up action.

It was funny how porn fell into different categories, well for her at least. She knew she was a little OCD, but she had organised all her favourite movies by genre and style. It had made it so very easy when it had come time to choose a few for Katie. She had done well enough before, rocking her with an orgasm the intensity of which was greater than anything she had felt, but that was more down to the thrill of the situation not the inexperienced girl’s technique. That left a lot to be desired and was something she would be working hard to improve.

As Lauren’s educated mouth devoured her sex, Katie lay back moaning. Her hands were wrapped in the bedcovers, the once smooth material twisted around each hand into a swirling vortex of abandon. This was nothing like Max. She felt like she was burning up, her skin itself on fire, on the cusp of being consumed by flame and yet she still felt the keen flush of humiliation as she compared her owner's tongue to that of a dog. But it was the only experience she had against which to measure what she was feeling.

Max had been sloppy, eager only to taste what she produced. Lauren was targeted and sure, confident of her ability to pleasure, assured in her intent: her tongue, lips and mouth controlled and seeking to impart the ecstasy she so desperately craved. The thought made her arch her back, her hands relinquishing their ecstasy fuelled grip on the twisted clumps of bedding. She massaged her breasts, pinching her painfully hard nipples, attempting anything to heighten the ecstasy that consumed her. Her breathing became laboured, heavy, panting. The air felt liquid, pressing down on her body, flowing into her lungs slowly, languidly. She heard her heart beat fast and loud in her ears. No, not her heart, music. The sound had barely registered, only coming through now as a muted buzz.

And then it ended. Katie lay panting, her face flushed, her pretty fringe plastered to her forehead. She looked down her body, her hands still cupping her breasts, desperate to see what had happened. Why had Lauren stopped.

“Ok Kitty, that pussy is as clean as I can make it. Let’s get all those other panties catalogued.”

Katie groaned and glared pleadingly at her owner. She could see Lauren was breathing hard and her eyes shone in the dim light. It was only as she looked at those pale blue orbs that she remembered who she was. It was as if her personality came flooding back to her. She blinked slowly, almost sleepily, as she realised where she was and what she was doing. It had been as if Katie Thomas had been pushed aside, slowly squeezed out of her own body by the rising ecstasy that had threatened to consume her entire body. She could still feel the residual heat radiating from her, causing sweat to glisten across her lithe young flesh.

Lauren stood with her hands on her hips gazing down at the overwhelmed teenager. Katie looked back, sheepishly, still trying to piece herself back together, realising her panties were still wedged inside her mouth and her legs were still spread obscenely wide as if unwilling to accept the pleasure was at an end, unconsciously inviting Lauren back in. She snatched her hands from her breasts, causing the soft flesh to undulate enticingly, as she finally managed to take control of her fragile pleasure-soaked mind.

Holy fucking Jesus fucking Christ. She hadn’t even come and yet she felt exhausted and spent. She still hadn’t come. The realisation that her frustration was not at an end, on the contrary it had just been dialled up a notch, caused two tiny tears to well in her wide, green eyes. She had no time for self-pity, her owner was waiting for her.

Katie slid from the bed like a sleepy lizard, unable to gain total control of her muscles. She raised herself slowly from the floor, reaching out a hand to steady herself on the edge of the bed. She felt light-headed and weak and smiled wanly at Lauren as she attempted to walk to her cupboard and retrieve her new panties. She moved on wobbly legs, taking a breath to steady herself once she reached her dresser. She felt her strength return slowly as she pulled out her new panties and arranged them along the top of the dresser. She chose the first pair, the mesh thong that she had been forced to wear into the store as she searched for Lauren’s approval. The memory of the humiliating experience made her blush and she felt stupid for doing so. Why couldn’t she stop feeling this way?

Katie took up her position against the wall and prepared for the demeaning process to begin. She would have to do this each time she got any new clothes. She needed new clothes, after Lauren had emptied out her closet, but she definitely didn’t need this. She felt like a piece of meat hung up for display. Instead of taking the picture Lauren came forward and kissed her on the lips, gently brushing her nipples as their mouths met briefly. She stepped away without a sound and snapped the picture of the flushed, half-naked teen. Lauren had sensed Katie’s lack of composure, the little steadying kiss was exactly what she needed. The shy little smile she was rewarded with made Lauren’s lust pulse between her legs. Later, she thought, pushing her desire to one side as she focused on the task at hand.

This cute little slut was testing her will more than she could have imagined. She could barely control her thoughts, of throwing Katie on the bed and fucking her until she was spent. She needed that strap-on, she needed to fuck her slave. It would have to wait until Katie’s first paycheck and that would test Lauren’s resolve, but that may be a good thing. She needed to be strong. She couldn’t let her lust for this young girl rule her, upset her plans. The night was only so long and she would be parted from her Kitty tomorrow. She wasn’t pleased by that but there were some things she couldn’t control, not yet.

“I think we had better do all your tops and bras again. Shoes and socks too,” Lauren said as Katie finished modelling the final pair of panties. “That lovely puss was hidden behind all that ugly hair before. Come on Kitty, shoes and socks first.”

Katie groaned inwardly at the thought of the degrading modelling needing to continue for even one more minute. Her mind was a chaotic jumble, disparate thoughts flashing to the front of her brain only to be sucked back into the maelstrom seconds later, replaced by another equally as disturbing.

She squirmed as she was forced to watch the flickering slideshow of sexual imagery her mind tormented her with. Her nipples remained hard and she cringed inwardly, knowing that in all of these pictures there would be two hard points visible beneath every blouse and tee. She tried taking deep breaths, calming herself down, forcing herself to focus on one thing but it did no good. Lauren would say something, make some remark about her pussy or nipples or some slight movement would bring something else to the fore: the wetness she could feel at the entrance to her pussy, the reminder of her nudity as her warm buttocks brushed the cold wall behind her, the bounce of her breasts as she removed yet another bra. 

Finally her ordeal was at an end. She placed the final blouse back on its hanger and slid the cupboard door closed. She had no idea how long that had taken. She disliked every moment, still surprised that Lauren could get her to smile even as she felt the humiliation so keenly. It had, though, given her a chance to calm her frayed nerves.

Her arousal still hummed through her body like the background noise from some heavy machine but at least she could think and move. She was still a little wary of her earlier reaction. How could she have felt so… so lost. No that wasn’t right, it was more like… she felt as if she had fallen to the bottom of an ocean, looking up through the shimmering depths, seeing her body floating on the surface, knowing it was her but knowing she would never see it again. It had been overwhelming, frightening and yet calming at the same time. She had given in to it, succumbed completely, as if she had a choice, but she had struggled with the sensation ever since. And she had not come. She was not able to reconcile the powerful, all-consuming sensation with the fact that she had not achieved orgasm. How was that even possible?

Katie found herself in the middle of the room, standing at attention with no recollection of actually moving there. She had to get a grip. She was scattered, lost in a wilderness of desire, unable to function like a normal person, humiliated by her weakness. Would anyone but a slut be affected in this way?

“Kitty?”

“Yes Miss,” Katie mumbled, almost absently.

“I said what would you like to do now?”

“Um,” Katie hesitated. Why was she being asked? “Oh, I would like to come Miss.”

“Well Kitty, don’t beat around the bush,” Lauren teased, though she was smiling.

The words had simply tumbled out of her mouth. She hadn’t meant to be so bold, her brain wasn’t working right. She winced as she thought of Lauren’s possible reaction to her precociousness. She hung her head, looking pointedly at her shuffling feet, lamenting the loss of her long hair that would have usually hidden her face. She did like the new haircut that Lauren had chosen for her, as did everyone else apparently, but there were times when she longed for her body to be the way it used to be. Standing here naked only heightened the feeling, as that most intimate, most private of places had also lost its protection, now smooth and bare and highly visible to the scrutiny of all. She didn’t dare to look at Lauren, she couldn’t face her, not wanting to see the disappointment in those beautiful, hypnotic eyes.

“Ok you little slut, get that cute butt over here,” Lauren laughed, relishing the sight of the beautiful girl, her girl, gone all shy and demure. She had not expected it. She definitely hadn’t thought Katie had progressed that far past her modesty that seemed to have such a firm grip on the young girl. It wasn’t gone, her reaction to her own request made that clear, just maybe loosened just a little.

Katie, trembling with anticipation, pounced the few feet between her and Lauren. She could feel the familiar tightening between her legs, imagined the flicker of sparks that coursed through her sex and up into her belly. She nibbled on her lower lip as she waited for Lauren to attend to her.

Oh no, why did it have to be like that. Katie’s knees trembled as she watched Lauren produce the long coil of black rope from her bag. Why did she have to be tied up again? She hadn’t hated the ropes the last time, not exactly, but she hadn’t liked it. Not the ropes themselves, but the restriction and the helplessness. Not being able to move, feeling so vulnerable, was not something she relished feeling again.

She turned around at Lauren’s touch and offered her hands to be tied. Once again the smooth rope was looped around her wrists, pulled tight and wrapped again and again around her wrists. Lauren smiled as she tied the double-looped rope, ensuring the knot was tied high and on the inside of the tie. The young girl could not reach the knot no matter how much she squirmed. She was getting better, being able to do this for real, not just practicing on two poles she had rigged up. There was so much she wanted to try and to finally have a compliant girl on which to work meant she could satisfy any fantasy she wished. Lauren had wanted to say ‘willing girl’ but compliant would do, willing would come, of that she was sure.

Lauren spun Katie around and pushed her down on the bed, laughing at the stricken look on the young girl’s face when she felt herself falling through empty air, unable to stop herself now her hands were tied firmly behind her back. Katie’s eyes were wide in panic as she fell. Even when she landed on the soft mattress, she didn’t think it was particularly funny. She had been genuinely scared and Lauren’s laughter only served to make her feel foolish, knowing she should have trusted her owner. She felt her breasts bounce and ripple as her body rebounded off the bed from the force of her fall. The pretty round mounds of flesh came to rest finally each one tipped by a tight pink nipple, standing up straight from her chest as if at attention. Lauren marvelled at the teenager’s beautiful breasts, so pert and firm that they flattened hardly at all.

Lauren could not resist the sight, crawling atop Katie’s prone form, supporting herself with an arm either side of the young girl's chest, and taking her left nipple in her mouth. Katie moaned as the heat from Lauren’s mouth enveloped the hard pink bud. The panting teen yelped as Lauren's teeth closed around the nipple, nibbling it tenderly. Katie writhed under Lauren's mouth, grunting softly as her owner switched to her other breast, her mouth opened wide, sucking the firm flesh into her mouth before biting down hard.

Katie's scream was cutoff as Lauren's hand closed over her mouth, pressing down firmly, her soft lips mashed into her teeth. Lauren eased herself off the gasping teen, surveying the wide bitemark that surrounded the teen's right nipple. She smiled, musing at how it looked like a second wider nipple.

Katie breathed loudly through her nose until Lauren removed her hand and got up from the bed. The young girl lay back, her arms pinned under her, unable to do anything but watch as Lauren retrieved more rope. She allowed Lauren to manipulate her body, moving obediently for her owner. She was soon tied more elaborately and comprehensively than she had ever been.

Lauren had quickly tied her ankles to her thighs, forcing her to keep her knees bent. Lauren beamed at the ties she had accomplished. They looked exactly like the tutorial she had read: each turn of the rope placed neatly next to the last creating a wide black band six turns wide. She could do better but it was excellent for her first try. Katie looked amazing, her legs turned back on themselves, forcing her to keep them wide if she was to have any comfort as she lay on her back.

Lauren grabbed the young girls tightly restrained legs and pulled her towards the end of the bed. Katie could do nothing to stop her, so instead she shuffled sideways, helping her owner move her body. She didn't think Lauren needed it though, she was deceptively strong. How could such a slim, petite body hold so much strength?

When Lauren had her situated, her ass at the very end of the bed, she retrived a final piece of rope. Katie closed her eyes when she saw yet Lauren with yet more rope. Did she have a fucking hardware store in her bag? She closed her eyes as Lauren forced the rope behind her knee and tied it off. She wasn't sure what was happening now but her body rolled to her left as Lauren tugged on the rope.

Katie had no control over her body now. Her arms were tied and pinioned behind her back, pushed into the matress by the weight of her body. She had lost sight of Lauren and was surprised to see her emerge from the other side of the bed. The process was repeated, the final rope slipping behind her other knee.

A moment later Katie understood what was happening. Lauren pulled the rope tight and Katie's legs were pulled open. She could offer no resistance and in seconds she lay on her back, her legs spread widely in an obscene split, the outside of each leg sitting flush against the mattress. The strain the strict position placed on her thighs made her gasp in pain.

As Lauren looked down at the securely restrained teenager, Katie looked fearfully at the door. This was too much. There was no way Lauren could free her if her parents came in. No fucking way. It had taken 20 minutes to tie her, it would have to take at least half that time to untie. This wasn't a good idea, but she could say nothing. Lauren owned her, it wasn't her place to question her no matter how badly she wanted to.

Katie forgot about all such thoughts the instant Lauren's tongue flicked across her wet labia. Her entire world narrowed, nothing else existed other than what was between her painfully splayed legs.

Now that her little slut was safe and secure, Lauren decided it was time to enjoy herself. Her own pussy twitched as she began to force her tongue inside the wet teen. Lauren let herself go, venting all her pentup frustration at having to remain disciplined, eating the young girl's pussy hard and fast. Her jaw worked against Katie's soft slit, her tongue pushing deeply into the creamy opening. Katie could do nothing but lay back and moan, transported on a wave of ecstasy, as her owner ate her pussy with a frantic passion.

"May I come please Miss," Katie moaned, after barely two minutes of her owner's manic attention.

Lauren ignored the young girl's plea, pushing her face harder against Katie's slick sex, sucking and biting the tiny clit that had come out of hiding, gorged with blood and almost painfully hard.

The next time Katie asked, a desperate, pleading tone in her voice, Lauren leant back and slapped Katie's pussy with full force. The young girl grunted loudly, even on the cusp of a devastating climax she had the presence of mind not to cry out, alerting her parents to the situation. She was proud of herself for that, but it meant nothing, she needed to come. Even through the stinging agony that swept through her pussy she was still desperate to come. Nothing could stop her now.

"Miss please, please may I come. Mistress please," Katie begged, tears in her eyes.

"Yes Kitty, come for me. Come for me my little slut."

Lauren dived back onto Katie's pussy, her mouth covering the entire creamy cleft. She sucked the grunting teen's labia into her mouth, her tongue pressing down on Katie's hard clit, squirming as the pressure increased. She could feel the teenager's orgasm arrive, felt her entire body tense in her tight bonds. Lauren kept her tongue writhing over Katie's clit as she forced her teeth into the soft flesh surrounding the plump labia that were cushioned safely in her mouth.

Katie's hips bucked as much as she could in the strict bondage, forcing Lauren's teeth harder into her skin. She didn't care, her owner's tongue was pushed harder against her clit as the pulse of the orgasm struck her again and again. She had lost control now, everything she was, everything she knew, was gone. Nothing existed for her now but the ecstasy that consumed her, she was nothing but her orgasm.

Katie's mouth opened wide and her eyes flickered wildly. Her entire body was wrenching against it's bonds, muscles straining to break free, desperate to expend the sexual energy that infused them. She could barely move, the energy had nowhere to go but inwards. Her body gave one final push, her back arched off the bed, her neck straining as she threw her head back, lifting her weight upon it.

Then she went limp. Lauren had been waiting and was ready this time. She instantly moved off the unconscious teen, looking at her phone stashed at the end of the bed. She looked at Katie's pussy, the impression of her teeth surrounding the puffed pink labia. A tiny drop of cream was evident at the entrance to her vagina, but it was the clit that fascinated Lauren.

That tiny red bud that stuck out prominently between Katie's lips, topping her slit like a little spire. The delicate hood had retracted leaving the pretty clit exposed for all to see. The temptation to blow across it almost got the better of Lauren, but she had a higher purpose.

Katie's entire body went rigid and a strange strangled gurgle came from her throat. Twenty-seven seconds. Would the little slut black out each time she came? She hadn't on the webcam and that had seemed, to Lauren, like a particularly intense one. This would require a great deal more experimentation but Kitty wasn't going anywhere.

Lauren swiftly removed her own clothes and climbed atop her slave, straddling Katie's head and leaning down her body. She gently kissed the young girl's mons before lapping, upside down, at the hot, wet sex. Katie was still dealing with her first orgasm and the renewed attention sent her sliding down into another overwhelming climax.

Katie had come, that was what she had requested and that was all Lauren was interested in providing. She heard the young girl gasp and lowered her pussy onto Katie's face. Through the haze that covered her mind, Katie felt the touch at her face, she could smell Lauren's sex, a scent she had come to know. Her head twisted instinctively, her mouth questing for, and finding, the moist, pulsing pussy of her owner.

It was Lauren's turn to gasp as Katie's young, untrained tongue found her pussy and immediately set to work. Katie was still lost in her own pleasure, her body acting on instinct, lapping desperately at Lauren's tight slit, pushing her tongue past the firm lips to quest inside, licking along the delicate pink folds.

Lauren lowered herself further, resting her weight on Katie's face. Her entire body rested atop the young girl, her hands slowly caressing the taut skin of the teen's stretched thighs. Katie was matching Lauren lick for lick, each driving the other to climax, Lauren's first of the night, Katie's third.

As Lauren came, her pussy grinding atop Katie's captive face, the near oblivious teen became aware of her owner's orgasm, her dazed mind picking up on some primal queue. Katie's body writhed under the weight of her owner, wracked by the third orgasm of the night.

Even Lauren lost track of time as her orgasm took her. Minutes later she rolled off her slave, exhausted by the intensity of the experience. Both girls lay gasping, covered in sweat. Astoundingly Katie was the first to rouse.

"Thank you Miss," she breathed between long deep breaths. It was all she could do to breath, even if she hadn't been restrained so securely she doubted she would be able to move. She had nothing left; she had nothing, she was nothing. She hadn't even thought about the words, they had been sitting on her tongue, waiting for enough energy to be able to form.

"Welcome, Kitty. Just look at the mess you made of my pussy though. Time to cleanup Kitty and then its bedtime. I have lacrosse practice early tomorrow and I need my sleep."

Lauren crawled back atop Katie, resting her head in her lap, breathing in the strong musk of the young girl's arousal as the exhausted teen dutifully licked her owner's pussy clean. Lauren twitched and jerked as Katie's obedient tongue sent pleasurable aftershocks through her body. She could have fallen asleep like this, and one day she would, but not tonight.

"Good girl Kitty. Would you like me to untie you?"
"Yes Miss," Katie replied sleepily, still not fully cognisant of her surroundings. Lauren had already loosened the rope that held her legs spread so painfully wide before she added, "if it please you Miss."

Lauren smiled languidly as she untied Katie's legs. She knew how out of it the young girl was, her submissiveness coming naturally now. Maybe she was further along than Lauren had thought. She was too tired to contemplate what that meant right now, but she filed it away, to be revisited at a time when her own brain was working at full capacity.

Katie simply flopped limply when Lauren had removed the final section of rope from her wrists. She knew she should get up, move even a little bit. She needed to make an effort, to let Lauren know she was trying, that she wasn't being lazy. She finally struggled to her feet, desperately thirsty but knowing she first had things to do.

"When everything is neat and tidy you can have a shower Kitty."

"Thank you Miss," Katie replied meekly. Those were the rewards she could look forward to now. If she did as she was told, was a good girl and behaved she would be allowed those mundane, everyday things that other girls took for granted. It was a difficult thing to come to terms with.

Katie started tidying up by smoothing out the rumpled bedsheets as well as she could with Lauren still lying naked across the bed. Lauren's clothes lay strewn on the floor and Katie dutifully collected them, folded them neatly and placed them on top of her owner's bag. As she cleaned she had a chance to look over her body. The ropes had left clear patterns across her white skin, the rippled weave of the rope indented into her flesh. It felt strange as she ran her fingers across the ridges.

Katie thought of the rope now, the various lengths strewn across the floor like sleeping snakes. She wasn't sure what to do with them, other than knowing they had to be tidied up. She collected the four lengths together and looked at the pile. This was what had kept her helpless and immobile as Lauren ate her pussy. She had nothing on which to base her assumption, she knew, but Lauren was brilliant. Her knees were still trembling from the power of the orgasm Lauren had given her.

"Miss, what should I do with the ropes."

"Tidy them Kitty. Then put them away."
"Miss I don't know how. They looked so nice and neat before. I don't know how to make them like that."

"Oh Kitty, bring one here. Now take one end in your hand, then loop it around your elbow, now back to your hand. There you go Kitty. Good girl."

Lauren had simply rolled onto her side to supervise Katie's efforts. Watching her pretty, young slave do anything was a pastime Lauren could get used to enjoying. Watching her obey, seeing her serve, infused Lauren's entire body with a sense of deep contentment. Her efforts to coil the rope were poor, but she enjoyed watching the young girl struggle to please.

"Now Kitty, take the loose end and wrap it around the middle, again, once more. Now tie it off. That looks pitiful Kitty. Unroll it and do it again."

Katie cringed at her failure but obeyed the command and uncoiled the rope, letting it drape to the floor.She tried to pay more attention and coil the rope more neatly, resting each loop evenly next to the last but when she tied off the ends it looked as bad and as unkempt as the first.

"Pathetic. Hurry up and finish the rest, otherwise we'll be here all night. Put one coil in your little hiding spot, you can use it to practice. Kitty you are so adorable with your little hiding place. You wouldn't hide anything from me though would you Kitty."

"No Miss, I would never do that," Katie said, desperate for her plea to be accepted.

"Do you know what would happen if you did?"
"Yes Miss. It would make you unhappy."
"Correct my little slut," said Lauren, surprised at the response Katie had chosen. "You would also be punished Kitty, severely."
"Yes Miss."

Katie finished coiling the ropes, confident in the fact that by the end she had really not improved. The last coil looked just as untidy and hopeless as her first. As she bent down to place the ropes back into Lauren's bag she felt it. She froze for just a second, then continued as if nothing had happened. Moments later her world collapsed.

“Phoo, Kitty,” Lauren gasped, waving her hand in front of her nose, wrinkled in disgust. “Go and stand in the corner. Don’t lean against the wall, it doesn’t need you to hold it up.”

Katie burned with humiliation. She hadn’t been able to control it. She was still recovering from the overwhelming sensations of the night, her body was so relaxed it had just happened, she hadn’t even thought about it. Her sphincter had opened just a little, just barely, but enough to let out a silent emission. The moment she had smelt herself she had tensed, knowing that her owner would sense it in moments. Should she confess, get in first with an apology? As she had been deliberating, the choice became moot. Lauren had smelt her and Katie’s shame had filled her entire being.

She straightened up at Lauren’s command, pushing her shoulders back and holding her head high. She hadn’t meant to be lazy it was just that she felt so terrible, she couldn’t help but hang her head in shame. She could feel her breasts brushing against the cool wall as she wedged herself in as close as she could. She wanted to melt away, become invisible, hide somehow.  She couldn’t believe she had done that with Lauren only feet away. The disgust she felt burned inside her, tears threatening to fall as she imagined Lauren’s disgust.

“Kitty?” Katie jumped as Lauren spoke into her ear, startled by how silently her owner could move.

“Yes Miss,” she replied gingerly, dreading the coming chastisement.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You Miss.”

“And what does that mean?”

“Uh, Miss, it um. I…” Katie stammered, panic beginning to rise as her brain whirled, unable to form a coherent thought.

“Kitty!” Lauren snapped.

Katie took a deep breath and calmed herself, trying to focus. The presence of her owner, standing so close, made the task more difficult than it should have been. She needed to answer. She needed to find the words. How could someone so petite, barely two inches taller than her, be so imposing, make her feel so flustered and stupid? Breathe. Again. Now answer the question.

“Miss being owned by you means that you control my body, what goes in and what comes out and when.”

“There you go Kitty, good girl. I knew there was more going on in there than pussy-thoughts. Now what did you do wrong?”

“I, something came out without permission Miss,” Katie replied timidly, dancing around the issue, unwilling to say the words she knew were inevitable.

“Yes?” Lauren prompted, knowing the game the young girl was playing.

“I’m sorry Miss, I farted without permission.”

The admission was accompanied by the falling of tiny teardrops onto Katie’s pretty pink cheeks. She hadn’t wanted to cry, she had wanted to be strong. Knowing she had done something wrong, knowing she would be punished, she had thought, would shelter her from the full force of her emotions, but knowing she had disappointed, knowing she had failed yet again, was too much for the young girl’s fragile self-esteem. Her shoulders jerked as small sobs escaped her, no matter how hard she bit her lip in an attempt to prevent them.

Pain exploded in her left buttock and her entire body jerked forward, her head bumping the wall before she had a chance to brace herself. Again and again the sobbing teenager’s behind seared with pain as Lauren rained blows upon each soft cheek. The furious flurry of blows was over in moments, leaving both girls panting.

Katie was hunched up in the corner, her arms curled across her chest, protecting her breasts from contact with the wall and bracing her trembling body against further impacts. She could still feel the bump on her forehead from the first surprising smack. Once she realised Lauren had finished she slowly moved her arms behind her back, her movements hesitant, any moment expecting another blow to land.

“Stand up straight,” Lauren snapped.

Katie sniffed and stiffened, acknowledging, as she did so, that her posture was awfully hunched and unattractive. She had been forced into the corner during the frantic punishment and the timid huddle she had adopted had been her feeble attempt to protect herself, realising early on that she still had not developed the super power that would allow her to walk through walls.

“Do you need to go to the toilet Kitty, or was that you simply being a rude little shit,” Lauren hissed, the icy tone causing Katie’s knees to quiver in fear.

“No Miss.”

“No you don’t want to go to the toilet? You’re just letting loose because you thought it would be funny?”

“No Miss, I do want to go I meant that no Miss I wasn’t being rude. I’m sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to.”

“So you have such little control that you just stink up rooms without a thought?”

“No Miss,” Katie stammered pleadingly.

“Got a big loose anus, is that it Kitty? Should we get you some nappies in case you can’t control yourself and poo your pants?”

“NO!” Katie blurted. “Miss.”

"I don't know Kitty, maybe you should buy some diapers tomorrow and wear one to school each day, just to be sure."
"No Miss please, no. I will be good Miss, I didn't mean, I didn't mean it. I mean I knew but I didn't mean for..." Katie trailed off, knowing she was babbling, afraid now that Lauren would punish her being so stupid and incoherent.

"Kitty, hush. I don't want to hear another word out of you tonight. It seems the only hole that doesn't get you into trouble is that plump little pussy of yours. The only thing it seems capable of is dribbling."

Katie flushed with humiliation as Lauren laughed, knowing it was true. She could feel the moist slickness covering her bare lips, dripping from the entrance of her pussy and smearing over her thighs. She couldn't help it. She had been in a state of arousal every waking moment she had spent with Lauren, she was amazed she wasn't completely dehydrated, but maybe that was why she was so thirsty.

Holy shit, she thought, could that actually be true? She had creamed so much she was dehydrated? It sounded like complete nonsense but who knew?

"Get into the bathroom and on the toilet. Make sure you are clean Kitty. A slave has a duty to her owner to keep her body clean and pleasing at all times. If you ever fail an inspection Kitty, you won't be able to sit down for a week."

Katie hurried to the door, checked that the coast was clear and scurried into the bathroom. She couldn't lock the door. What if Lauren wanted to come in? As she sat on the toilet and waited for her bowels to move she thought about what she should be doing. Should her hands be behind her back? She had been given no instructions but maybe she didn't need them, maybe there was just the one procedure for using the toilet.

She put her hands behind her back but she didn't think she could go with her legs spread. She made as much of a concession as she could, keeping her knees about a foot apart. She tried to hurry herself, scared that Lauren would come in and supervise. She didn't know if she could go with another person watching and if she did... she didn't want to think about that right now. She simply couldn't face that idea.

Katie kept an eye on the door the entire time, praying that no one, especially not her parents, would come in. The nervousness that wracked her body was not conducive to what she was trying to do but eventually she relaxed enough to go. Katie hurriedly wiped until she thought she would run out of paper. She didn't know exactly what an inspection would entail, she could guess, but with Lauren it could mean anything. It was sure not to be enjoyable, even if she passed.

Just as she was about to leave the bathroom Lauren came in and ordered a shower to be run. This time Katie was forced to wait outside, kneeling on the cold tiles, while her owner washed herself, softly humming a tune Katie didn't know. When she had finished, Katie fetched a towel and wrapped it around the lithe body of her owner. She was finally permitted to use the shower now Lauren had satisfied herself.

Katie yelped and immediately jumped out of the shower. The water was freezing cold and goosebumps instantly prickled her entire body, her nipples hardening, for once at something other than arousal. Had the hot water run out? Impossible. There was only one other explanation.

"You have until I finish brushing my teeth Kitty. Stop mucking around."

Katie grit her teeth and tentatively stepped back in the shower. "Door open Kitty, never place a barrier between us that is not of my choosing." Katie pushed the door back the few inches it had moved and moved around the shower to the soap, trying to avoid the cold water as much as she could. She knew it was stupid, knew that she needed to get wet, and quick, but she had always hated cold water.

She glanced over at her owner, seeing her drop the towel to the floor after drying her hair and step to the basin. She didn't have much time. She couldn't afford to be a wuss any longer. Katie took a deep breath, held it and stepped under the shower, the icy water hitting her full force, the breath she was holding exploding from her gasping mouth.

The cold water hitting her body was like someone slapping her. She moaned pitifully as her body was cooled down. Her teeth began chattering uncontrollably and she closed her mouth to try and stop it. She looked at Lauren the entire time, but her owner never once looked back at her. Katie forlornly washed her body, her every movement unconsciously seeking approval from her owner. She was only feet away but she refused to acknowledge her.

Katie was extra careful to wash herself well. She paid special attention to her ass and pussy. She needed her ass clean after what she had just done and her pussy had been smeared in her own cream for so long that the chance to be clean, truly clean, was something she was going to take full advantage of.

The shivering teen didn't waste a single moment of her allotted time, scrubbing her entire body, rinsing and stepping from the shower while Lauren was still brushing her teeth. She turned off the cold tap, her hand shaking as she reached for the shiny metal lever. She was absolutely freezing, the cold water still soaking her bumpy skin. She wasn't entirely sure what she should do so she knelt on the bathmat and waited patiently, shiveringly, for her owner to command her.

Lauren finished brushing her teeth, brushed her hair and only then turned to the despondent teen. She picked the damp towel from the floor, rapped it around Katie's head and, without a word, roughly dried her hair. Katie held herself still as best she could but her head was wrenched violently and it was all she could do to stay on her knees.

"Brush your teeth and no dawdling," Lauren snapped.

Katie scrambled to her feet and brushed her teeth as if possessed by the demon of dental hygiene. Lauren stood at her side and watched her every movement. The young girl was acutely aware of the attention she was now receiving, attention that she had, only moments ago, craved more than anything. This wasn't what she had wanted, fearful that at any moment Lauren would snap at her for some actual, or imagined, shortcoming.

The cold water still dripped from her body, the small droplets drying interminably slowly. In the mirror, she eyed the damp towel on the floor behind her, never imagining she could want a damp, used towel so badly.

"Ok Kitty, go and wait outside the door. I didn't bring my clothes inside so you will indicate to me, with a nod that the hall is clear. Unlike you Kitty, I decide who sees my body."

Katie stepped to the door, opened it and gingerly stuck her head out. Seeing no one, she stepped outside, turned back to the door and nodded to her owner. She kept glancing both ways down the corridor, the fear that she would get caught making her knees tremble with something other than cold. Lauren strode purposefully from the bathroom and back into Katie's room, followed one step behind by her slave.

"Go back and hang up the towel you used. And hurry Kitty, I am tired."

Katie ran back to the bathroom, hung up the soaked towel and ran back, crashing through the door and almost slamming it behind her. She was sure she had heard footsteps on the stairs as she entered her room. She hesitated against the door for just a moment, flipping the lock as quietly as she could.

Lauren was just getting into bed as Katie stood at attention in the centre of the room. It had become second nature to her now, standing in the middle of her room, her hands behind her back, legs spread shoulder-width apart, head held high. She didn't even give the position a thought, simply adopted it, understanding that it was her place.

She just caught a glimpse of Lauren's cute butt sliding under the covers before her owner was totally hidden. Katie wanted to be in there too, snuggled in the warmth. She was still not totally dry and her skin was cold to the touch. Her teeth had stopped chattering but it was only through a supreme force of will.

"Turn off the light," Lauren commanded.

Katie obeyed and returned to her position as best she could in the sudden darkness. Katie tried counting the seconds but lost track once three minutes had passed. How long was Lauren going to leave her like this? What if Lauren fell asleep? The darkness fueled her fears. Wasn't that Lauren's snoring now?

“Kitty when you are dry you may come to bed,” Lauren ordered.

Katie’s shoulders slumped in resignation. She was freezing out here, only steps away from warmth, and she had to stay here until she was completely dry. She knew that if Lauren found one tiny droplet of water on her she would be in trouble. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness but she was still almost blind. That meant that her owner could not see her either.

Katie nibbled nervously on her lip and moved her arms slowly, shaking them out, hoping to detach any errant drops that still clung to her bumpy flesh. She strained her ears for sound, worried Lauren would hear that she was out of position. She froze as she heard a rustle from the bed, but it was only Lauren turning over. The fear of being caught was too much, she despondently replaced her arms behind her back and waited impatiently for her skin to dry.

How would she know for sure? She could be here all night if she wasn’t allowed to break position. She wasn’t allowed to talk either so she couldn’t ask if she could check. Why was she so fucking stupid? Why couldn’t she just do the right thing for just one day? Lauren would be happy and like her and that meant she could be happy. No punishments, no harsh words or disappointed looks from her owner. She had a new goal now, her resolve strengthened in the lonely darkness of her room. She would not disappoint Lauren again, not for the whole time she was with her next time, whenever that was. She knew there would be a next time. All those naïve, foolish thoughts of this ending quickly had been banished over the course of the weekend. 

Time passed slowly for the exhausted teen. Or was it fast? Katie had no idea but the longer she stood in the middle of the room the more agitated she became. She had to be dry by now, she had to. Even if she wasn’t she would rather Lauren find a drop of water on her than the alternative. She couldn’t imagine how upset her owner would be if Katie went to get into bed beside her and woke her up. Lauren had already dozed off once tonight and Katie was beginning to know her owner: she seemed to be able to drift off to sleep very quickly. Maybe she should just lie on the floor. That way she couldn’t get in trouble for being wet, or for annoying Lauren. But then she could get in trouble for not sleeping with her owner, and she was pretty sure that was what Lauren wanted.

Katie was in a quandary but decided there was really only one course of action open to her. She stepped towards the bed, tentatively at first, but growing bolder with each step. She tried to shuffle her feet, make some noise to let Lauren know she was coming, hoping that her owner would take the initiative and provide her with some direction.

Katie was surprised by how much she needed that direction now, how much she had begun to rely on her owner to tell her what to do. She smiled in relief as Lauren pulled back the covers when she reached the bed. Her owner had been watching her in the pale light of the night that seeped around the edges of the closed curtains, her own mouth twisted into a satisfied smile, enjoying her property’s discomfort.

“In you hop Kitty,” Lauren murmured, scooting back to make room for the timid young girl.

Katie slid in behind Lauren, the sudden warmth making her shiver anew. She pulled the covers over her body but dared not move to close to her owner, not wanting to annoy the sleepy girl with her cold body. She was content to lie under the covers, curled up into a little ball, her own body heat slowly, oh so slowly, warming up her little piece of her bed. Lauren reached out behind her, feeling for the shivering teen. She smiled when her hand touched the cold, bumpy flesh of her thigh, feeling Katie almost melt under the warm touch. Lauren forced the young girl’s knees down from her chest and shuffled backwards.

As she snuggled her body back into Katie’s, fitting her lithe form into that of her slave’s, she thought back on what had happened that night. Reliving the memory as Katie’s cool skin slowly leeched the warmth from her owner’s flesh. She could feel the tight buds of Katie’s nipples poke into her back and smiled contentedly. One memory stood out above all others: Katie begging to come, tied so neatly and so tightly, but it was her words that stirred something inside Lauren now.

She had pleaded, and Lauren smiled, remembering how desperate, how frantic, she had become when permission was not given first time. But it was what she said: Mistress. She liked that. Just where would an innocent little thing like Katie Thomas have picked that up? Lauren didn’t ponder for too long, just thinking of the word made her belly flutter with anticipation: Mistress.

Yes, she liked the sound of that very much indeed.